#and that she didn't know what asking if someone listens to girl in red meant

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i am suffering from the worst writers block ever! i only really had inspiration to write this fic in general so updates on my other requests and fics will take a little more time :)

IDGAF means “i don’t give a fuck” by the way for those who don’t know. I also had to research an appropriate job description this reader can brag about, enjoy! ;)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joe Burrow x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You notice the Bengals’ new staff member flirting with your boyfriend, however, Joe thinks that you are acting childish for saying so— you decide to show Joe that you didn't give a fuck.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ mature content, cursing, in denial!Joe, light angst, fluff, flirting, arguing, jealousy?, established relationship, party setting, mentions of alcohol consumption, slight sexual tension, some dirty talking, smut?, pda, allusion to sex, sexual tension, no cheating!, badass!reader, slight groveling, paparazzi

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The speakers were blaring all throughout the club— the colorful flashing lights danced across each and everyone’s skin as it circles the place.

Sitting with your legs crossed you giggled as you listened to one of your closest friend rant about a recent embarrassing moment that happened to her at her office— you are currently surrounded by the entire Cincinnati Bengals team at the VIP area of the club— the staff, crew, coaches, players, and their significant others celebrating their win at the AFC Championship not long ago.

You were sitting prettily next to a couple of WAGs wearing a copper halter neck jumpsuit that hugged your body in the right places, showcasing your curves while accentuating your height— alternating from taking a sip from your drink and nodding to what your friends were discussing, not long after, you felt a familiar warm heat land on your upper thigh.

Looking to your right, you were met with your boyfriend, Joe who was busy speaking with Sam and Tee— his eyes trained on them, however, his large hands was on your right thigh, running his hands up and down, occasionally squeezing it from time to time.

Joe was a very private person especially when it comes to his personal life. So he is not the type of guy who would do PDA and you were okay with that— it was never really your goal to flaunt your relationship with Joe out in the open— in fact, you enjoy the moments you have in private, the Joe you and only you can see.

“You should send me that video. It sounds way too good to be true.” you chucked, brushing the strands of your hair away from your face as you jokingly pointed at your friend— teasing her about the failed tiktok she attempted to do in her office that her boss caught her doing.

“If I do, you’ll have to do it with me.” She laughs.

Before you could reply back, Joe interrupted you from your conversation, “Babe, I’d like you to meet someone.” He said.

Turning to look at your boyfriend, you were met with an unfamiliar redhead.

“This is, Stacie— she is the new athletic trainer of the team.” Joe introduced her.

Getting a good look at the girl, she was pretty, Stacie was a little bit shorter than you, with red hair that was curled behind her, she was wearing a white dress, and she had a huge smile on her face that rubbed you the wrong way— you were all for women supporting women but you can smell bitches from a mile away.

It’s a talent.

It was a self defense mechanism.

You grew up in a well-off family— that only meant fake friends, fake love, fake sympathies, fake laughs— fake smiles. Growing up in such way you have learned to spot the difference from the people who genuinely enjoy your company and the people who wanted to be best friends because your dad drove a Rolls Royce.

“Hi, Stacie. I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” you greeted her with a soft smile that funnily enough was as fake as hers.

“Do you also work for the Bengals? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around the facility.” Stacie asked, turning her head to look at you and then at Joe.

“No, I don’t work there— I’m Joe’s girlfriend.”

And just like that her plastered smile faltered by a second— a twitch that only you managed to catch.

“Stacie has been helping me with my knee a lot.” Your boyfriend chimes in making the redhead peer up at the quarterback in awe at the acknowledgment, you could practically hear her purring.

Shaking your head off those thoughts, you took a deep breath and managed to give Stacie a real smile, “Thank you, I’m glad he’s in good hands.” I nodded at her, cause at the end of the day, she was good at her job— she wouldn’t be qualified for hire if she wasn’t. That’s all you cared about— that Joe was being taken care of, especially when it comes to his injuries.

You trusted Joe with every ounce of your being and he trusted you— there was no reason for you to nitpick on every little detail you find off from that woman. You trusted your boyfriend’s judgement, and knowing Joe, you know how hard it is for him to trust people as well— so as long as he thinks she’s cool then you’re cool.

You were rising above.

“Oh, he’s in very good hands.” Stacie giggled before running her hand up and down your boyfriend’s bicep.

Looking towards Joe, he simply chucked in response.

You could feel your eye twitch.

You were rising above— You repeated in your head as if it was some sort of mantra.

Joe was being nice. That’s it. He is a nice man.

“So, Y/N, right? Let me tell you— I have been enjoying my time as an AT for the Bengals. Joe has been doing so well and has helped me feel right at home.” She giggles again before continuing, “I’m sorry, I’m talking too much about myself. How about you? What do you do?” She asks.

What do I do?— Joe fucking Burrow that’s what.

“I’m a creative director” you sipped on your drink side eyeing Joe as he laughs with Ja’marr— still refusing to acknowledge the fact that Stacie’s hand was still on him.

“Aw, that’s cute. For who?” she raised her eyebrow, taunting you as she feigned interest.

“Vogue.”

That seems to shut her up for the meantime.

You weren’t one to brag about the achievements and blessings in your life but she was pushing your last buttons— Joe included.

“I’ll go grab a drink.” Stacie told Joe as if he cared where she was headed.

You silently watched her walk towards the bartender before making your way closer to Joe who turned towards you in time. Your boyfriend eyed you up and down before placing a kiss on the temple of your forehead.

“You look like you were having fun with Stacie, If I wasn’t mistaken it seems like you found another best friend, huh?” Joe moved closer towards you as you stoically stared at him.

“It sounds like you are mistaken cause I wasn’t having fun at all.” You said to him in a lighthearted way, almost sarcastic as you watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“You’re not having fun, baby?” Joe questions circling his arms around your waist.

“I was having fun— not with her though and I don’t think we’ll be friends anytime soon.” You shrugged not bothering to explain as you laid your head on his chest.

“What do you mean?”

Rolling your eyes, you lifted your head to look back up at the quarterback, “Joe, she clearly has a thing for you, she’s been flirting at you the entire time— right in front of my face too.” you sighed.

Joe simply shook him head, “She wasn’t, babe. She was just being nice.”

“Oh, I didn’t know being nice involved caressing someone’s bicep in front of that someone’s girlfriend.” You said sarcastically as you pushed yourself off of Joe’s embrace.

“Babe, she’s a touchy person that’s it. That doesn’t mean she was flirting.” Joe runs his hand across his hair frustratedly as he stared at you. You don’t know why Joe is deciding to act stupid— it was either he was playing stupid or he was just stupid and you hoped for it to be the latter— which concluded to Joe being stupid.

You eyed your boyfriend’s innocence, yeah, let’s call it that. Chuckling, you gave Joe a look, “Joe, baby, she’s flirting— hundred percent. She looks at you as if you cured cancer and I don’t blame her. Hell, millions of people look at you that way, Joe and I’m fine with that. My problem with her is the fact that not only was she disrespecting you with her touching but she was also disrespecting me by doing so.”

“Joe, I don’t mind her liking you— I trust you and I know for a fact that you won’t do anything to destroy that trust but what I cannot take is disrespect, Joey you know that.” you finished softly, hoping your boyfriend could take a hint.

“I know that, baby— but I’m just saying she’s a friend who is being friendly that’s it.”

Joe was being stubborn and you don’t think that screaming at him in public was technically “rising above”.

Before you could reply back, Stacie nudges her way between you and Joe— the redhead now had her arms wrapped around your boyfriend’s neck, making Joe lean down to her height so that she can whisper whatever to his ear.

You were pretty sure you had steam coming out of your ears as you watched Joe let her do whatever to him. It takes time for Joe to warm up to people, it took you a year of friendship for him to be even comfortable with you touching him— platonically even.

Now watching your boyfriend have absolutely no problem letting a woman he just met touch him is hurting you.

Zach Taylor calls Stacie over to introduce her to more people, ultimately leaving you and Joe in your seats as you listened to the pumping music in the background that accompanied the ringing in your ear.

“Wow, am I third-wheeling?” you joked, trying to mask the pain and anger lingering in your voice but to no avail it shows.

“What are you talking about, baby?” Joe turns back towards you with a confused yet frustrated look on his face which was pissing you off even more.

“Don’t fucking baby me, Joseph. What the fuck was that? You just let her touch you like that it front of me? I don’t know if you’ve been tackled way too hard today but you have seem to forget that I’m your girlfriend.” You argued, silently thanking the loud music for masking your voice and the dark lights for hiding your now pissed off look.

There were fans all around the bar— thankfully they were outside the VIP lounge but that didn’t stop them from taking pictures and videos of their favorite NFL players— you didn’t need videos of you and Joe fighting in public.

“Again with this? Y/N, seriously you’re being childish— stop being so fucking jealous and for the last time she’s being friendly.” Joe grunts as he finishes his entire drink in frustration.

Childish and jealous

Childish is what your so-called friends would call you back in high school when you confronted them for using you for money. Childish is what they called you when you refused to be their friend anymore. Childish is what your boyfriend of four years calls you for after defending a bitch that was flirting with him.

And jealous?

Bitch please. You were never jealous. Not once were you jealous of anyone in your life. You were the only child in a wealthy family— you had loving parents who spoiled you, you went to the best schools, had the best clothes, you have the best job that people will kill for, you have real friends that cared about you, as much as Joe was pissing you off— he was the best boyfriend.

You weren’t jealous of her, she was jealous of you.

You love Joe with all your being but if he even thinks about cheating on you with her or anyone in that matter— then they can have him.

Yes, he’s the Joe Burrow. The number one overall draft pick, the star player and quarterback of Cincinnati Bengals— but you were you, you were simply better.

And you’ve had it— having the Joe Burrow as your boyfriend has its ups and downs and you've learned to navigate through it together after years and years but this was something Joe needs to figure this out alone since he wants to act dumb.

Joe Burrow have officially crossed you in a way he hasn’t before and after this you know he’s gonna wish he hadn’t.

“Ok. I’m gonna go dance.” you said nonchalantly before leaving your boyfriend alone more confused now than ever as he watches you leave with the a few WAGs to the dance floor which was filled with people.

“Girl, are you ok? That Stacie was flirting with Joe so hard. Did you talk to him?”

“What did Joe say?”

“I swear to God if she makes a move on my man next — she’s gonna get fired.”

“Did you you two fight?”

All the questions being thrown you as you all danced in your own circle. You gave them a brief rundown of what happened they stared at you shocked.

“So? What are you gonna do?” One of them asked.

“Absolutely nothing.” You smiled as you moved your hips around to the beat.

“What?!” A collective response was met with a smirk on your face.

“He’s gonna figure it out all on his own— as of now, I don’t give a fuck.”

As you took on if the girls’ hands, dancing together to Reminder by The Weeknd which was ironically perfect for your situation— you felt heat from the side of your head, you didn’t need to turn around to know that Joe was staring at you— you wanted him to.

“Y/N, Joe is undressing you with his eyes.” one of your friends says nodding towards Joe.

You simply gave her a grin, “I’m hot. Who wouldn’t, honestly?”

“Miss Stacie looks like a kicked puppy and Joe is sat far away from her— seems like your plan is working.”

Of course it is.

You knew that without you next to Joe that Stacie would make her move— that gave your boyfriend all the time in the world to realize that you were right all along.

You feigned innocence, still dancing and singing to the song as one of your friends started to film you and the others.

“Ever time you try to forget who I am, I’ll be right there to remind you again— you know me~” you sang to the camera.

As you continued to dance, Joe couldn’t help but stare at you— a cloud of emotion lingering in him. He was very much in love with you and how good you are at moving your hips, he was guilty for calling childish and arguing with you, he was angry at himself for not believing you, he was also thoroughly furious at Stacie.

As soon as you left to dance, after replying to him unemotionally that scared that absolute shit out of him— Stacie immediately latched onto his side, giggling over something she found amusing that Joe seems to find himself not caring.

“Joe you look really good in this.” She says leaning towards him as she twirled her finger around his chest which ultimately rang red alarms all over Joe’s head— taunting him almost.

“Thanks” Joe says clearly uncomfortable as he politely moved her away from him but to his surprise she moved again towards him again, her mouth now on his ears as she whispered, “Do you wanna go somewhere more quiet, Joey?”

That was it for Joe.

He pushed her off him and quickly stood up— and glared at the redhead, the same redhead he defended to his girlfriend who was convinced she was disrespectful for flirting with him— and she was right.

Y/N is always right and Joe hated himself for not believing his girlfriend of four years.

“Stacie, I have a girlfriend who is not far from here and overall, you technically work for me, so this is unprofessional.” Joe said firmly to the redhead who just stared at him like she didn’t care.

Maybe because she didn’t.

“So? That’s why I asked you if we could go somewhere quiet. No one has to know.” She smirked.

And just like that he lost all the respect he has for her.

“I love my girlfriend and you both disrespected me and her. I’ll be talking with Zach in the morning about this— this is against a lot of the companies rules. I’ll also request for Zach to assign me a different AT— goodbye.” He turned his back towards her and sat himself in between Tee, Sam and Ja’marr who laughed at him.

“Took you long enough.” Ja’marr shook his head looking at him.

“What? How did you know?” The quarterback asks his friends who looked at him as if he was stupid.

He was.

“Everyone could see her flirting with you, man. It was painfully obvious— Zach already said he’s gonna talk to Stacie tomorrow. Don’t think she’ll have a job in the morning.” Ja’marr explained before chugging his drink down.

“And you didn’t bother telling me?” Joe asked exasperated, disbelief in his face as he stared at his friends.

“First of all, you’re a grown man— you should have figured out yourself a long time ago and secondly, your girlfriend told us not to do anything and according to her ‘to let you figure it out’” Tee explained doing air quotes with his fingers.

“She told you?”

“Yeah, we threatened to beat you up when we saw Stacie on you but your girl had other plans.”

Joe remained stunned thoughts circling his head as he watched you grind you hips against the other girls.

“Stop drooling and apologize to her, man.” Sam snapped Joe out of his viewing experience.

Without a second thought Joe’s long legs took him right behind you in just a few strides.

You didn’t need to see who was behind you to know that Joe was towering over you— a familiar heat draws you to him like magnetic, that and your friends gave you cheeky grins and winks before dispersing across the club.

However, you kept your back towards him, refusing acknowledge his presence. Knowing Joe, you knew that he was gonna take you somewhere private and quiet to talk— away from people seeing but to your surprise, Joe wraps his arms around you making you stiffen up before relaxing in his hold.

Joe was dancing behind you.

Good Lord— your handsomely hot boyfriend’s 6’4 stature was grinding onto you from behind.

What in the literal fuck.

“Joe wha– what are you doing?” You managed to choke out as you fought a moan coming out of your mouth as you felt his now hard length grind on your ass.

“Do you feel that? Huh, baby? That’s what you do to me, Y/N.” Joe breathes out into your hair.

“I know but why here? Let’s go somewhere els–” you rushed not wanting your boyfriend to feel obligated to do such things despite his discomfort in public display of affection.

“No. Baby I want to. You’re right, you’re right, you’re right. I’m so sorry, baby. You’re right about everything and I realize that now— you don’t have to worry about her anymore, I’ve dealt with it, my love.”

Turning around to face Joe, you see the sincerity, the vulnerability, the guilt, and anger in his eyes.

You knew he meant every word.

“I was never worried about her. I was worried about you.” You simply answered him, giving him a tight lipped smile, making him lean his forehead onto yours— determined more now than ever to see your real smile.

“I’m sorry for not believing you, I’m sorry for arguing with you and calling you such things, I’m sorry for making you think that I didn’t care— I do, baby. I love you so much.” Joe just kept on going, hoping to see your bright smile back up at him again.

“It hurt you know. It took me years to get you to be comfortable with me— and that’s only for our friendship but then watching you be so comfortable with her in such a short amount of time— it hurt.” you confessed, fiddling with your fingers as you watch the pain fill Joe’s face in the realization.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I’m sorry— but did you know why I was so uncomfortable with you touching me when we first started hanging out? It was because I was crushing on you hard, Y/N. I new it was you the moment we became friends and every time you hugged me, touched me, kissed me, it felt like I would go insane— I still do.”

Joe caresses your arms as he explains, slowly placing them around his neck as he swayed the two of you slowly— the two of you in your little corner of the club, the dancing bodies of strangers now became nothing but the background.

It was just you and Joe.

“But you know what I realized? Fuck it. I’m sorry it took me four years but fuck it. Who cares if they see us dancing in public? Who cares if videos of us touching each other reaches the internet? Everyone knows we’re dating— who cares? They should be worried about what we do in private.” Joe rants to himself mostly before whispering the last part in your ear— his soft lips kissing your earlobe before making its way down to your neck.

Joe licks and sucks onto the most sensitive part of your neck— marking you for the world to see, knowing very well the amount of fans and paparazzi were waiting for them outside.

“Let me take you home, Y/N. So that everyone will know your mine if they don’t already— I want all of them to know, the fans, the media, that bitch Stacie.” Joe continues before placing a wet kiss on your mouth, your tongues both fighting for dominance, teeth clashing as your lips gets sucked between his— Joe’s hands caressing every part of your body.

“I love you, please let me show you how much.” Joe practically begs making your squeeze your legs together even more.

“Take me home then.” you challenged a devilish smile forming on your face.

And before you know it, Joe was dragging you out of the club not even bothering to say goodbye to everyone— once you and Joe reached the outside, you were greeted by cameras taking pictures of you and Joe— your boyfriend keeps you locked in between his arms as you two navigated towards his car, heading home for the next party to begin.

You were right about one thing today: That Stacie was a two-faced bitch.

However, Joe was right about two things today: One, is the paparazzi did in fact wrote articles about the fresh hickeys on your neck as you and Joe raced out of the club disheveled, ultimately causing a stir in the media— and two, he did in fact love you very very very much and he showed you in a lot of different ways.

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Princess and Mochi

Naoi Rei X Jang Wonyoung X Male Reader

When the door to her dorm opens, you see her head peaking out, before she opens the door completely. Tugging her black hair behind her hear, she gives you a coy smile.

The pink highlights are as cute as her face. They form a small frame around it and compliment her puckered lips.

"H-Hello, daddy."

Her stuttering shows how nervous she is. You have been with more experienced girls before, but you have never taken someones virginity. After finding out that she never had sex, you were reluctant to take things further, since you are in a relationship with another woman, but she made it clear, that's she doesn't want a boyfriend.

After meeting her once and after seeing some of the media about her, you really think she looks like a princess. Her small face radiates cuteness, while the small metal chocker around her neck makes her look a little freaky. Her almost completely pink outfit matches her highlights. The white crop top, which shows off her exposed midriff and emphasizes her breasts, is partially covered by the pink jacket. Its decorated with silver epaulettes. Her pants in the same colour hug her lower body and highlight her curves.

Your gaze falls onto her right hand, which is holding the door handle. Her pink and white nails match the rest of her outfit.

You haven't seen much of the beautiful singer, but a couple of her pictures did appear on the news from time to time. One of the outfits she was wearing caught your attention and you asked her to wear it for you.

"Are you not going to invite me inside?"

Wonyoung blinks once or twice, before she smiles shyly and makes room in the doorway.

Just as you checked her out, she did the same to you.

Her eyes moved over your face, taking in your features, before glancing at your well styled hair. You used to not care much about your hair, besides a haircut, but whenever Ahin stays over, she makes it part of her morning routine to style your hair.

The black jacket emphasizes your broad shoulders, while your green shirt highlights your eyes. Although you know how to pick a suit, Ahin, once again, still comes up with new combinations and styles with the shirts, jackets and trousers you already have. You are not complaining, since you do seem to look better. And the way Wonyoung looks at you, while her cheeks flush red, proves your assumption.

Walking past her, you smell her raspberry scent. You know, that she has other members in her group, but they all seem to be somewhere else.

"No one home?"

You ask after taking off your shoes.

"Rei is in her room. My two unnies have a schedule and Leeseo is at school."

"I see."

Looking around the spacious living room, you hear music behind one of the closed doors.

"Does that mean I have to cover your mouth, when you scream?"

Wonyoung's expression is priceless as she stares at you in shock.

"W-What?"

You see her lips tremble and for a moment, you think you might have been too forward. After all, she has never done this before.

"I meant in a good way."

You give her a reassuring smile.

"I'm not gonna hurt you."

"I know."

Wonyoung looks at you shyly, while she bites her lip. Your question shocked her, yes. But in a good way. Of course she knows you are not going to hurt her. No one has ever said that to her before and she feels her body becoming a little warmer.

"M-My room is this way."

The brunette points towards one of the doors, before she dashes away. You chuckle at her antics. Although she must be nervous, you didn't expect her to be so shy. She always looked very confident in the pictures you saw.

While walking after her, you move past the room, which seems to be Rei's. Listening closer, you hear that the song is in Japanese. You stand there for a moment, trying to understand the lyrics. You still have a little trouble with the pronunciation. It feels like Japanese is harder than Korean.

You stand there for a minute or two. It's not like Wonyoung is going to run away.

When you finally do enter, you see her standing in the middle of the room. Her bed is placed between the two of you. Closing the door behind you, you see that her hands are folded in front of her and her eyes wonder around.

"Nervous?"

She nods hesitantly.

"But I really want this."

She cracks a smile.

"I overhead a conversation about you. Chaewon was talking to Yujin unnie. And I just couldn't think of a better person. And if Chaewon likes you, you must be good."

With the words that leave her mouth, she seems to relax a little. You still remember your first time. You were nervous as well, but also excited. That's what Wonyoung must feel right now, too.

"Do you want to start?"

She nods her head in a cute manner.

After her surprised face earlier, you make sure to take it slow.

"Come here."

You sit down on the foot of the bed and extend your left arm towards her. Wonyoung takes your hand, before you guide her closer. Once she is standing in front of you, you look up at her face.

Although she is reasonably tall for a Korean girl, she is still almost the same hight as you, even when you are sitting. While holding her hand, you place the other on her waist. Pulling her a little closer, you make Wonyoung stand between your legs.

"Have you ever kissed someone before?"

"I have."

The brunette blushes as she smiles.

"Have you made out?"

"Once or twice."

Her voice is quiet as if she is afraid that Rei is going to hear what's going on in the room next to hers.

"Then this shouldn't be new to you."

Finally pulling her on your lap, Wonyoung places her legs around your body instinctively. She is now way closer than before and you smell her raspberry scent once again.

You look into her dark eyes as she closes them, before you lean towards her. Touching Wonyoung's lips with yours, the smell and taste of raspberries becomes stronger. She is soft and sweet. Just like her lips.

The short kiss only lasts for a couple of seconds. You don't want to overdo it. But just a moment after you lean away, Wonyoung scoots closer in your lap.

Now, she captures your lips with hers. She pulls you in, while her hands rest on your shoulder. You feel her weight in your lap and you can't help, but let one of your hands stroke her hair.

Wonyoung sighs into the kiss, when you start to introduce your tongue to her. Exploring her mouth, you take what you can.

Although the young woman started the kiss, she now seems to become more submissive as you press against her further, while you hold onto her waist.

The tase of raspberries on her lips intoxicates you. You can't stop, but to continue to kiss her. You feel her breathing faster, until the both of you finally have to break away from each other. The pink lipstick she had on is now smeared. She looks like the reincarnation of sex with the way she looks at you.

Gone is most of her coy facade. She knows what you are here for. Otherwise, she wouldn't have allowed you to come. Wonyoung only focuses on you. On your body. On you hand in her hair.

"I feel so warm."

She whispers, before capturing your lips once more.

It definitely isn't Wonyoung's first make out session. She knows how to move her tongue and lips in rhythm. The way she sits on your left thigh, barely sliding along it's length. She isn't as innocent as she seems.

Moving your hand along her toned midriff, you take a hold of her pink pants. You grab them as if you were ready to rip them off of her. Wonyoung gives you a flirty wink, liking the way in which you take the lead.

Her wink is wiped off her face pretty fast as you suddenly lean backwards.

Keeping your hand on her waist and the back of her head, you pull her with you.

As you hit the sheets, Wonyoung lands on top of you. Her nose touches your cheek and you are almost able to see yourself in her eyes.

She blushes hard at the new found closeness. But before she can move, you roll the two of you over. Wonyoung's hair is not blocking the light anymore, so you can appreciate her gorgeous features once more. It seems like it's impossible to look away. Especially when you are this close. How her lips are shaped. How her dark orbs sparkle a little with amusement and lust. How a smile forms at the corners of her mouth.

Your hands and arms are holding your weight, so you don't crush the woman underneath you. She is small and you are afraid you would break her, even before you start.

Diving into her neck, you taste more of that raspberry flavor. Or is it just an illusion? Either way, you lick and kiss every inch of her neck. While Wonyoung's head is on the bed, she arches her back, giving you better access to her neck. A cute moan leaves her mouth as you give her a small bite.

Wanting to discover more of her gorgeous body, you make your way downwards. You reach her chain like collar, before you look up.

"I assume you like to be chocked?"

It was meant as a teasing joke, with a hint of seriousness. After all, you don't know what she likes yet. But Wonyoung's closed eyes shoot open wide.

"W-What?"

You have to chuckle at her reappearing nervousness.

"I guess you haven't tried it before."

Not giving her time to talk, you get past the small metal piece.

Scooting down a little, you are now on the same level as her shirt. Tugging at the upper hem with your teeth, you start to kiss her once more.

Wonyoung starts to squirm. Before, you were kissing her bare skin, now only the white fabric. And yet, the young woman becomes even more excited. She feels your lips on her skin, although there is something blocking your way. She feels the pressure, but not as much pleasure.

"Please. Just take it off."

You were waiting for her to say exactly that.

Shifting your weight onto your knees, you can now use your hands to slowly pull her top off. Wonyoung stretches out her arms, when you reach her shoulders and after just moments, her top is a lonely piece of clothing on the floor.

You try not to stare too much. Of course, Wonyoung must know that she is incredibly beautiful. But no one has seen her this exposed before. You see her instinctively moving her arms, trying to cover herself with her hands.

Taking her wrists, you put them back on either of her sides. You lean down again, winking at Wonyoung, before kissing her bra. It's a white one, with black lacey as decoration. Small flower patterns. It suits her innocent princess vibe.

Kissing along one of the straps of the only clothing that is covering her upper body, you reach the brunette's shoulders. Switching sides, you make your way back towards her chest.

Her skin responds to your touch. Wonyoung closes her eyes, a little embarrassed that she is half naked in front of you. But at the same time, she likes how you shower her flawless porcelain like skin with affection.

She starts to yearn for more of you. To take more of her clothes off. To take yours off as well. To kiss her more. To finally take her innocence.

Wonyoung sighs in disbelief and disappointment as you move past her bra. Although she likes how you pepper her midriff with kisses, she would have loved your lips somewhere else. You take it slow, since it's her first time. Not wanting to disappoint her. But at the same time enjoy yourself as much as you can.

Finally reaching the hem of her pink pants, you open the silver button slowly. Looking up, you see Wonyoung watching you. Her cheeks are flushed as she bites her lower lip.

Instead of undressing her lower body further, you dive into her neck once more, making her arch her back again. Wonyoung expected you take her pants off, but now she feels your lips on the sensitive skin of her neck. She sighs as her eyes close automatically. Her hand finally finds your head and she tugs at your hair lightly as you give her more kisses.

You start to become hard at the sight of a half naked Wonyoung. Although you like teasing and making her squirm, you don't have much self-control left.

"Please."

The brunette whimpers as you keep kissing her exposed skin, while your hands finally reach underneath her arched back. Your fingers dance along her white bra straps, before you finally unhook them.

Tossing the bra away as well, you can finally see Wonyoung's upper body in all its glory. Her breasts seemed a little bigger underneath the top, but they are still delicious looking.

Slowly taking a handful with each of your hands, you make Wonyoung moan. No one has haver touched her like this before. She feels the heat in her body starting to rise. Especially in her lower region.

"Can-Can you suck on them?"

Wonyoung's shy voice makes you look up. She watches you letting your hands explore her tits, while her mouth is half opened as if she is preparing herself to moan.

Accepting her request, you let your tongue swirl around her right nipple. You don't touch it yet, wanting to hear more pleas. For some reason, hearing Wonyoung talk about something lewd like sex, makes her look so much dirtier and sexier. As if her innocent princess image is replaced by something else.

"Please. Take them into your mouth."

You smile as you hear her soft voice beg for more.

You finally comply as you take her right nipple into your mouth. Sucking on it, you let your tongue flick against it.

"Oh my god."

Wonyoung sighs as the grip on your hair tightens a little. After a couple of moments, you focus your attention to her left. For a few minutes you feast on her delicious chest. Tasting every inch of her skin. Covering her nipples with saliva. It makes the brunette release a series of sighs and moans.

"This feels good."

You can't wait to hear more of her cute voice, when you fuck her.

You keep your mouth on her tits, as you pull down the zipper of her pants. Once you have enough room, you let your hand slide inside.

Up until now, you were able to hold back your desire to fuck Wonyoung's brains out. But you know you won't be able to keep this up for much longer. Squirming at your touch on her panties, the brunette moans, while she pulls at your hair. Her other small fist is holding onto the sheets to her right.

You begin to rub her clit slowly through the fabric, which is matching her bra. A small wet spot is already evident and Wonyoung keeps bucking her hips further into your hand. More moans fill her room as you draw circles on her most intimate area.

Wonyoung has touched herself before of course. Even after the two of you met. She fantasized about this moment last night. But her fingers could never compare to yours. You are bigger. Stronger. A little more aggressive. She feels herself fall into the comfortable cushions of her bed as you make her body feel as light as feathers.

Severel different parts of Wonyoung's body get stimulated by your touch. Your mouth on her skin. Your finger above her clit. Your left hand cupping her breast.

You suddenly rip her out of her dream like state, when you whisper into her ear.

"Strip."

A single word, which makes Wonyoung shudder. Removing your body from hers, you see her pout at you in disappointment. You are surprised at how adorable she actually looks.

Once she got off the bed, you watch her spinning around once, showing off her curves, which are still partially covered by her pants.

Although the brunette has no experience with stripping at all, she knows how to tease the crowd. She is a performer after all. And so you find yourself in a similar position as before. You sitting on the edge of the bed, with Wonyoung in your lap. Her hips moving in circles. Grinding on your legs, while her hand holds onto your black tie. Instinctively, you put your hands on her waist, which makes Wonyoung reach down.

She seems to have become more confident over the last couple of minutes. She moves more relaxed now. More in the mood. Her shyness has been replaced by eager curiosity.

When her hands reach yours, she takes them, before guiding one towards her mouth. Slightly biting the tip of your finger, she gives you a seductive wink, before hopping off your lap.

Wonyoung finally hooks her fingers inside her pants, before slowly sliding them down. Showing off more of her skin with every second, you can't tear your eyes away from her.

The white thong with the tiny black bow at the front reminds you of her princess like manner as she lets her pants fall around her ankles. She seemed to be shy, innocent and sweet at first. But now this little princess seems to have turned into a more bratty and seductive one.

"Do you want me to take this off, too? Daddy?"

The word, which only barely left her mouth at the beginning, is now rolling off her tongue so effortlessly.

You are about to say yes, when the knocking on the door makes the both of you jump.

"Wonyoung? Whom are you talking to?"

You guess that's Rei.

"I'm-I'm on my phone!"

Even if you weren't inside her room, you could tell she wasn't. Which seems to be the case for her band mate as well.

"Don't lie!"

You barely have enough time to turn around, you were still too captivated by Wonyoung's almost entirely naked body, as Rei's head appears in the door.

"Fuck. She is hot."

It's the first thing that comes to mind and you are glad you are able to keep the words inside.

"Wonyoung!"

Her eyes go wide as she sees what's going on. Her dorm mate, wearing nothing but her panties, standing in front of a guy she doesn't know.

"I-I...."

Wonyoung blushes hard and you stand up from the bed to face the pink haired girl properly.

"I'm (y/n)."

Rei tilts her head to the side as if to say "I didn't ask who you are".

"What is this Wonyoung?"

"Well..."

"You agreed that we are going to share him."

What? It takes you a moment to realize what she is saying. You haven't met her yet, but she and Wonyoung agreed to share you? You expected the brunette to be more innocent, but it seems like she isn't. Looking at Wonyoung, you see her eyes being full of lust, but also regret.

"I just wanted him to take me, before he meets you. I need to know how it feels."

Rei shakes her head as she walks into the room.

"No. That's not okay."

She walks around the bed and crosses her arms, when she stands in front of you.

"You learn best, when you watch how to do it first."

Suddenly, Rei's hand is holding the buckle of your belt.

"Let me show you."

As far as you know, which isn't a lot, Rei is supposed to be rather shy and introverted. You didn't expect her to be this forward. And she is younger than Wonyoung. But she still orders her around.

"Sit down and watch. Princess."

The last word drips of venom as Rei doesn't even look at her. Wonyoung looks at her. Stunned. Her mouth is opened slightly as if she is about to say something, but she doesn't. You decide to play with her more.

"You heard your friend. Princess."

Whispering into her ear gives the brunette goosebumps. Your word was softer, almost sweet, but with an undertone which didn't leave any room for misinterpretation of your words.

Wonyoung sits down quietly, watching with wide open eyes, how Rei starts to undo your belt. She seems way more experienced than the older girl. In just a couple of moments, your pants are lying on the floor and Rei slides her hand past the waistband of your underwear.

Her fingers dance along the length of your shaft, before she pulls down your boxers.

The change of pace is a little overwhelming, but you enjoy it none the less. You are intrigued by the idea of showing Wonyoung how to fuck by pounding her dorm mate.

You haven't even finished your thought, but Rei is already squatting in front of you. As she looks up, you have to say that she is just as as pretty as Wonyoung. You don't find any flaws on her face. She usually looked cute in the pictures online, but her pink hair makes her look more fierce. The color reminds you of Yena. And that reminds you, that you are about to have a second threesome in one day.

Her light blue makeup highlights her eyes and matches her denim outfit. Her silky pink hair feels as good as it looks as you stroke it almost out of habit. As if it's a starting signal for her, Rei opens her mouth, before guiding your shaft inside. Her hot breath is replaced by the warmth of her mouth.

You sigh as you finally feel pleasure shootings through your body. The lengthy foreplay with Wonyoung did not help to restrain yourself. Quite the opposite. Her flawless body is just screaming to be used.

Looking at her now, you see that the brunette is watching Rei. Her mouth slightly opens in awe as the younger girl takes more and more of your shaft inside of her. Her wet mouth drenches your cock in spit. Your hand on the back of her head slowly starts to guide her movements. You make her take more and more. Until finally, you hit her limit.

As skilled as Rei seems, she doesn't look like she has much experience with deep throating. Her throat tightens already as only your tip brushes against it. Spit starts to dribble out of the corners of her mouth.

The older girl's eyes are opened wide as she hears Rei choking. You hold her in place, until she taps out. Letting go off her head, you watch as your cock leaves her mouth.

"Gosh, you are big."

Rei takes a deep breath, while she strokes your drenched cock. Keeping her right hand around it, she takes you inside once more. Purposefully giving you head as if she wants to show off.

And in fact, she does. Rei wants to show Wonyoung what being a slut means. She had sex several times before and is proud that she did it earlier than Wonyoung. She isn't as innocent as others might expect.

You can confirm that as she keeps trying to put your cock further and further down her throat. She is barely taking half of your length, while she keeps chocking.

"Does that feel good?"

Wonyoung looks at Rei sucking you off. Her right hand drawing circles on her white panties.

"It does."

The pink haired girl answers for you.

"Do you want to try?"

Wonyoung nods hesitantly, before looking at you.

"May I?"

Y

ou gesture her to join Rei and she slowly gets onto her knees in front of you.

"Let's see how much you can take."

An evil grin is playing on Rei's face as she watches Wonyoung slightly holding your cock. Her hand wraps around it and she slowly starts to stroke you.

"Like this?"

She looks up at you. Her big eyes and pink lips makes you want to shove your cock down her throat. She is so gorgeous.

You have to nod, trying to keep those thoughts in check as Rei reaches for your cock as well.

"Suck it."

It's a simple order, which makes Wonyoung glance at the younger girl, before she finally lets your tip touch her lips. She is way more gentle, compared to Rei. Giving your tip a few pecks, the brunette looks up at you, to see your reaction.

When she finally takes you inside her mouth, you feel your shaft slide over her flat tongue. It makes shivers run down your spine, all the while you watch her cheeks hollow.

Rei is holding Wonyoung's hair back as the older girl starts to slowly bob her head up and down. She barely reaches half of your shaft with her lips, and you're sure she could take more, but the pleasure of being inside her mouth is overwhelming already. You don't know, if she is doing it on purpose, but you can feel her tongue slightly flicking against the underside of your cock, everytime she leans forward to take you in again.

"What a naughty princess."

Rei taunts Wonyoung, while the brunette is unable to speak.

"Does it feel as good as you thought? Having your mouth full of cock?"

The older girl nods and Rei laughs.

"You are such a slut."

"I hope so."

You tease her as well, making Wonyoung look up at you with those big Hazel brown eyes once again. Cupping her right cheek with your hand, you let it wander towards her chin, holding her in place like that. You start to slowly thrust into her mouth.

At first you only go as deep as Wonyoung took you before. But after a couple of thrusts, you decide to test her further. While Rei rests her chin on the brunette's shoulder, you start to feed her more and more of your cock. Everytime you pull out, strings of saliva connect your tip with her lips, before you break them, by thrusting back inside. You are surprised at how much Wonyoung's mouth is able to take.

When she finally reaches the faint mark of Rei's light lipstick, you glance at the younger girl.

"You really are a slut, aren't you? Taking that cock so deep."

Because her mouth is even fuller than before, Wonyoung doesn't reply. Or rather, isn't able to. She is barely holding back gag after gag, with every one of your thrusts.

"I didn't expect you to be such a slutty princess. What would Yujin unnie say to this?"

Wonyoung closes her eyes as her imagination gets the best of her. She can almost see the older girl as Rei keeps talking.

"Think about her surprised gasp. Her wide eyes. Her mouth almost as wide as yours right now."

You can see that Rei has reached down to rub Wonyoung's clit above her panties. The older girl is barely moving as she gets facefucked by your cock and feels Rei's hand on the white fabric.

Her mind works overtime as she can almost see Yujin in the door.

"Wonyoung-ah!"

She hears her voice as if she is here. The young brunette becomes wetter by the second as she feels like her dark side has been revealed. Her innocent princess image is gone. Rei's words invade her ear, corrupting her once pure mind.

"I bet you would love to choke on that dick. You want to show Yujin unnie, how well you take cock. What a slutty princess you are."

Wonyoung whimpers around your cock as Rei finally pulls her panties to the side with her thumb. Her index finger parts her pink lips.

"Yujin would call you so many dirty names."

You feel Wonyoung's muscles tighten around your cock as Rei starts spilling out a list of words, some of which even you never heard of.

"Slut. Whore."

As she keeps talking, you do your best to slow down your thrusts to match her pace. With every word, you invade Wonyoung's mouth.

"Bitch. Hoe."

As the list goes on, the brunette's lips aren't wrapped around your shaft as tight as before. She moans onto your cock, the vibrations almost make your toes curl.

"Useless toy."

The last makes Wonyoung shake uncontrollably. You didn't know she was this close. Her loud moans are muffled by your cock in her mouth. She cums on Rei's finger. Her thighs shake. You see her toes curl as her eyes are shut tight. Stopping in your tracks, you enjoy the show she is putting on, although she does it involuntarily. Her cute squeals are barely leaving her throat.

Once she has finally recovered from her orgasm, Rei's finger leaves her snatch and the pink haired girl sucks on it.

"Mmmh. Sweet."

She sighs as you finally let go off Wonyoung's head. The older girl's body loses its composure and she leans her head against the bed.

"Wow. That was..."

Her voice trails off as she catches her breath.

Rei takes her original place as she strokes you again. Her touch a little rougher than Wonyoung's.

"She got your cock so nice and wet."

When Rei removes her hand again, strings of Wonyoung's saliva stick to her palm. She watches them snap, before she wraps her fingers around your shaft again.

"I can't wait for you to plow me hard."

Rei kisses your tip, before looking up at you again.

"You ever had Japanese pussy?"

After shaking your head, you see a lustful smile appear on her face as the pink haired girl stands up.

"You are going to love it."

Rei isn't as patient as Wonyoung. It takes her only a couple of moments, until her denim top and pants have joined Wonyoung's pile of clothing on the floor. The Japanese girl's underwear matches her hair. A simple pink bra and panties.

"Let's show her how you fuck a real slut."

Rei gets onto the bed and Wonyoung joins her. She looks at you with expectation and lust in her eyes.

Getting onto all fours, Rei looks over her shoulder at you, wiggling her ass invitingly. You can't look away from her glistening entrance. It seems like what she said earlier wasn't just to pleasure Wonyoung. She got off just as much.

Taking a hold on her waist, you lean forward, peppering her naked shoulders with kisses. Whispering into her ear, you want to make her feel what Wonyoung must have felt.

"As soon as I'm inside, your pussy is mine."

The brunette scoots closer, trying to hear what you are saying.

"Once I'm done with you, you will be such a slutty girl, just like Wonyoung."

Rei moans at your words as you touch her lower lips with your finger.

"I already am."

"Trust me."

You push your finger inside, feeling the Japanese girl's tightness.

"I'm going to cream pie you so hard, that it's still leaking out of you, when Yujin comes home."

Taking your chance with that one, you hope Rei gets turned on just as much as Wonyoung by the idea of being caught by their leader.

"Fuck."

She sighs as you move your head away, knowing that you won this little back and forth. She is still on all fours on the bed, while Wonyoung is sitting at the end of the bed, her head leaning against the wall as she watches the two of you. Rei's ass doesn't really compare to Sohee's or any of the older girls'. But you still can't help yourself. You kiss both her cheeks. The white, flawless skin just inviting you to give her a good spanking. Maybe later.

For now, there is only one thing to do. Lining up your cock with Rei's pussy, you see Wonyoung kneeling on the bed, trying to watch what you are doing. She is biting her lip, while you hear the pink haired girl's moan. Your tip parts her lower lips and you sink inside her pussy.

"Holy-!"

Rei's gasp is cut short by a squeal as you push further. Only being halfway inside, you feel her tight walls hug your cock.

"Fuck. How big are you?!"

It seems to be a rhetorical question, since you are already fully inside of her now. Rei must feel your whole length. But she is still flustered.

"Oh."

She sighs as her arms buckle, due to the feeling in her core. The Japanese girl is sure, that this is the biggest cock she ever had. Of course she already thought you were big, when she gave you head. But it looks like she underestimated you.

"You are tearing me open."

Rei's raspy moan escapes her mouth.

"I told you."

You lean forward again, taking a fistful of the pink, silk like hair.

"Your pussy is mine now."

With barely any effort, you brake Rei's last piece of self-control. Pushing against the flat of her back, you make her fall into the mattress.

Wonyoung's eyes are big with lust as she watches her band mate getting fucked in front of her. Rei is now lying flat on the bed as you are kneeling behind her. Your cock still embedded in her tight, Japanese pussy.

"So good."

Rei groans as you fuck her into the mattress. Her chin was resting on her hands at first. Now her cheek is pressed against the sheets as she takes your pounding.

"Fuck!"

Rei's arms are stretched out, her hands formed into fists, while grabbing the sheets. Your hands as are holding onto her butt cheeks, kneading them occasionally. They feel soft but firm. Perfect handfuls to squeeze, while you make her moan.

Watching Rei getting fucked, Wonyoung has slid her hand into her panties. She is still wearing them, not sure if she should take them off, or if you would like to do that yourself. Her eyes are only halfway open. Her horny body acting on its own as she starts to play with herself. The feeling of her mouth being filled and the way you pound Rei, makes her pussy dripping wet.

If Rei can barely take your cock, how is she supposed to handle it? Her mind goes into overdrive, trying to figure out, how you are going to fuck her. Like this? Just like Rei? Pounding her into the bed, while your hand in her hair pushes her face further into the mattress? How your other hand squeezes and plays with Rei's full cheeks?

Or are you going to take Wonyoung in a different position? The only ones she knows are out of sex ed from school, her friends, or two books she hid deep in her closet. No one has seen these books except for herself. Two short novels, full of erotic fiction.

She loves the one, which she bought last, the most. It's about a princess, who gets married of to a man, whom she doesn't know. But after going through life together for some time, she starts to fall for her husband.

Wonyoung always imagines herself to be that princess. To be fucked like her. She almost knows the book by hard. That's how often she read it. She can almost see the two characters in her mind, whenever she gets herself off.

But after seeing you fuck Rei, the images in her mind are replaced by you and herself. Her brain basically overwrites the scenes she has read. Now, she only sees you and her in those scenarios.

How you bend her over a large wooden desk. Hike up her silk dress. Whisper words of filth in her ear, before you make them come true. Making the servants outside the room listen to her moans and screams as you take her from behind.

"Fuck! You are so deep!"

Wonyoung gets ripped out of her trance by Rei's loud moan. The pink haired girl has become a mess underneath your relentless pounding.

"You are going to bruise my spine!"

Her eyes are shut tight as she takes you inside again and again. She doesn't have much of a choice anyway. You trap her in place, not even giving her an inch to move. And even if she wanted to get up, her lust drunken body wouldn't be able to.

With every thrust, Rei feels sparks of pleasure rush through her. From the spot, where your tip kisses her womb, through her spine, up her back and towards her brain. Those sparks make her body heat up. At first it's slow. But the more you fuck her, the harder you fuck her, the warmer Rei's body feels.

Her breathing becomes faster and her once loud moans start to fade into whispers.

"Please. More. Please."

Wonyoung is a witness to all of this. Her mind flooded with more and more images. She feels like she is in two realities at once.

In one, she watches you fuck the life out of Rei. Making her shake and whimper underneath you. Her hands open and close desperately, trying to release some of the overloading pleasure from her body.

In the other one, she imagines herself lying on the wooden floor, animal furs underneath her. Pressing her nose into the warmth, she smells yours and her sweat. The sounds of a small fire in the fireplace invades her ears, before she even realizes that it's another scene from her book. She is lying on her back, while you tower over her. One of your hands is in her long brown hair, pinning her head to the wooden planks underneath the fur. Your other hand is pressing onto her stomach, holding the rest of her body in place. Her legs are wrapped around your waist as she feels you penetrate her pussy over and over again.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Rei's words bring her back to one reality once again. It's the loudest sound the pink haired girl made for a while. She has been a stuttering mess up until this point. But the heat rising in her body made her scream again.

"Almost..."

Her words trail off as she buries her head in the sheets. The clapping of your hips against her cheeks has become louder.

When Rei shakes and quivers, you feel her cuming around your cock. She lost her voice, or at least you are unable to hear her as her pussy pulsates around you. It grips your shaft tight and you are forced to stop pounding her. Her walls hold you in place.

Another shriek, almost at the same time, makes you look over at Wonyoung. Her fingers are buried deep in her pussy. Her once white panties are now almost completely see through. They are drenched with her juices as she orgasms. She cums to the thought of climaxing on your cock over and over again as you fuck her in various positions.

You see her facial features twist in pleasure. The once innocent princess has become a naughty little brat.

While listening to Rei's shallow breathing, you wait for the right moment to finally pull out of her. Although her tight pussy is one of a kind, there is someone else, who you still haven't fucked.

After Wonyoung comes down from her high, her eyes rest on your body. Her lips are slightly parted as if a silent moan is escaping through them.

Getting off the bed, you take a step, before you stand next to Wonyoung. You have watched her touch herself the whole time, while you were pounding her dorm mate. Taking her hand in yours, you suck on her fingers. The brunette bites her lip as you taste her sweet nectar on her skin.

Once you have cleaned her from her own cum, you look into her eyes, while your hand traces little patterns on her chest, occasionally grazing one of her nipples. Wonyoung lets out a shaky breath as she tries to hold eye contact with you.

Your fingers travel downwards, over her flat midriff, until you find the hem of her panties. Capturing her pink lips with yours, you kiss her deeply, while you place the palm of your hand flat against her lower stomach. Slowly sliding underneath her panties, you reach Wonyoung's clit. She moans into your mouth at your touch. You give it a little attention, making her moan a couple of times more, before you reach deeper.

She bites your lip as you touch her wet folds. You realize that her pussy has never been touched by another man before. Slowly sliding one finger inside, you feel Wonyoung's tightness. You thought Rei was tight, but the older girl is more than just tight. Barely able to move your finger, you realize that you have to work more, before you can fuck her.

Because her fingers are way smaller and slimmer than yours, she never had a problem with fingering herself. But you actually have to put in a little effort. You don't want to hurt her, so you stop after a couple of moments.

Holding the back of her head with your right hand while you kiss, you take her waist with your left. Turning her around to fully face you, you make her legs hang off the edge of the bed.

Leaving your spot at her lips, you start to kiss down her body once again. Wonyoung's breathing becomes shallower and faster the closer you move towards her clothed womanhood.

When you reach her panties, you move them to the side, exposing her pretty pink pussy for the first time.

"I shaved her just for you."

You look up at Rei, who has placed her chin on Wonyoung's shoulder, while her hands explore her upper body lazily.

"She was so excited to show off her pink little pussy."

"R-Rei."

The Korean girl's words are still stuck in her throat as she hears Rei speak. She still seems coy, even after everything she just witnessed and did.

"What? It's really pretty. Am I right?"

She looks down at you.

"You are right."

You earn a hitched breath from Wonyoung ad you move closer. Your warm breath reaching her clit.

"It is pretty, princess."

While your hands caress her thighs you lower your head between them.

A gasp leaves her mouth as Wonyoung feels your tongue on her pussy. You slowly lick along her lips, upwards, until you reach her clit.

"T-That feels so good."

Wonyoung's head falls back onto Rei's shoulder, while the younger girl keeps playing with her breasts. Your tongue begins its work on her clit.

The brunette's wordless moans echo through her room, while you eat her out. Your hands hold her quivering thighs in place.

"He eats you so good."

Rei whispers into Wonyoung's ear with admiration and jealousy in her voice.

"Look at that tongue. Making your pussy so wet."

The Korean girl does look down to see your head between her legs. Just a couple of days ago, she never expected this to happen. But now she can't help but release moan after moan, while Rei sounds like a little devil on her shoulder.

"He must be making you feel so good. I can't wait to watch you get fucked."

Wonyoung's hands are curled up into fists. She doesn't know what to do. Should she hold onto something to release some of that pleasure? Should she moan louder? She wants to make sure that you know how good you make her feel.

"P-Please, daddy. More."

Her lust drunken voice makes its way to your ears. It's muffled a little by Wonyoung's thighs, which are trapping you, making you eat her out more and more. You feel like you are being pulled in. Towards her body, towards her pussy. Further and further as you eat her out. Not wanting to stop. Not able to stop.

The scent of her raspberry perfume invades your nose once more. It makes the juices, which dribble out of her pussy, taste similar. Like a fruit drink. Not a strong one. But still tasty. Not too sweet, but sure as hell addictive.

When you begin to suck on her clit, you hear her moan louder, before your hand leaves her right thigh. Slowly, you insert it into her tight snatch again. It is a little easier this time. Her pussy way wetter, while her walls seem to be a little more relaxed. You still don't know if you are even going to fit inside of her.

You begin to finger Wonyoung, while you suck on her pearl. Your tongue occasionally flicking against it.

"Mmmh. Daddy, yes."

The brunette's hand has finally found your head. She pushes you a little further towards her core. She feels like she can't get enough of your tongue. Or your fingers. All of you for that matter.

Her eyes slowly fall shut as you make your way towards her orgasm.

If you were able to look up, you would have joked that her flushed cheeks are as pink as Rei's hair. But you are busy with your fingers in her snatch and your lips around her clit.

"A little faster. Please, daddy. A little more."

Rei hasn't said much up until now, enjoying the view of her band mate getting eaten out, while she let's her hand run over her tits.

"You are such a slutty princess. Begging your daddy for more."

You have to smile for a moment, knowing where this is heading.

"Are you still going to ask for more after he made you cum? You are so needy."

Wonyoung shakes her head.

"N-No."

"Come on. Don't deny it. You would love for him to eat you out. Anytime. Anywhere."

"I-I'm not... not that needy."

You know that Wonyoung's stuttering has nothing to do with her shyness anymore. The pleasure, which is flooding her system, is starting to prove too much for her body to handle. Although she knows what she has become over the last half hour or so, she still tries to deny it.

"Do you not get horny thinking about it?"

Rei eggs her on even more.

"Imagine you are at a music show. All of us are in the dressing room. But not you. You are somewhere in a closet. Your skimpy skirt pulled up-"

"P-Please. That-That's not me."

"Do you really think so?"

Rei caresses her left cheek.

"Trust me. You are build for getting fucked. Why do do you think are you the most popular?"

Wonyoung moans as your fingers curl upwards inside of her. Hitting the spot inside her pussy, you make her take a shortcut towards her destination. Her climax.

"Everyone wants to take this little princess. Make her their bitch. Fuck you. Breed you. Make you moan."

Wonyoung whimpers as she imagines all the people, who watch her dancing and performing in short skirts and skimpy tops. Just because they want to fuck her.

"I bet you don't even care if Yujin comes in at this point."

As soon as you hear her name, you know that Rei is about to reveal her final blow towards Wonyoung's princess image.

"She would have to watch you, her eyes wide in surprise and shock. While you sit here. Your pussy getting fingered, his mouth around your clit."

You don't hear any resistance from Wonyoung. She has either given up and excepted her fate, or she is unable to talk as you send more and more pleasure through every fiber of her being.

"Think about it, when you cum. How you cum in front of Yujin unnie. Making her see your face, when you cum. Making her hear your moans and squeals."

It's a mystery to you, how Rei knows how to talk like this. Her seductive voice dripping of honey, while her words are drenched in filth.

"Now cum. Show Yujin what a whore you are."

After being called names again and again. After being forced to listen to Rei's lewd words, Wonyoung's mind finally goes blank. As she finally cums around your fingers, there is only one picture on her mind. Cuming in front of Yujin. Soaking the sheets and your face with her juices, while her leader watches her in utter shock.

The brunette's thighs shake around your head as she climaxes. Her whole body twists and twitches, while Rei holds her upright. Wonyoung feels like wave after wave is crashing into her. Wave after wave of pure pleasure.

With a heavy sigh, she finally regains her composure. Her cheeks are still flushed pink. Her pussy feels like it's radiating pure heat. She realizes that Rei was right. She needs more. More of that new feeling you just gave her.

But after you finally leave her pussy and part her thighs, you stand up, wiping your chin.

"Are you going to fuck her now?"

Rei sounds almost even more excited than Wonyoung. Although the older girl's eyes sparkle as she sees you nod.

"Any preferences?"

You look at Wonyoung. She goes through her mind, thinking of all the positions she can come up with. They are not a lot. And honestly, she still doesn't know much. Shaking her head, she is hoping that you know what to do.

"Stand up."

The brunette follows your order, still a little shaky as she gets up. Taking your place on the bed, you sit down right next to wet spot on her sheets.

"Come here."

Wonyoung stands above your lap, looking down at your cock. It's pointing upwards towards her. You see her bite her lip.

"Just a second."

Rei leans forward from behind your back and wraps her slim fingers around your shaft. They are suspiciously wet. Although you don't know if it's her saliva or any other body fluids. Either way, she strokes you back to full hardness, while making your cock glisten with whatever.

"I want to see her cum your dick."

This time, she is whispering into your ear.

"Take her good. Fuck her so hard, she can't walk tomorrow."

Rei's sultry voice is very convincing. It really is. But you have to look out for Wonyoung first. You want make sure that she feels good.

Holding Wonyoung's waist, you begin to lower her body. When your tip kisses her entrance, you look up at her, waiting for conformation. You see her nod slightly.

The Korean girl looks down her body as she watches herself, slowly getting impaled by your cock. Slowly but surely, you enter Wonyoung's snug pussy. She is still tight. But due to her wetness, it's bearable.

Pushing her further down, you watch her expressions. She bites her lower lip. A wrinkle appears on her forehead and her eyes narrow. Her hands hold onto your wrists.

Inch after inch, you take Wonyoung's virginity as you slide her down your length. A moan escapes through her teeth. It's deeper than the ones before. More natural. Filled with more lust.

"She's loving it."

Rei watches in awe as you make Wonyoung sit on your cock.

You stop immediately, when you hear her hiss in pain. She shakes her head as you hold her in place. You are only halfway inside of her, but she can barely take it.

After a couple of moments, you see her nodding again. Instead of lowering her further, you push her back up. Wonyoung is surprisingly light as you lift her off your cock. It feels like a workout for you. Her body barely weighs anything.

"Please. Back in."

The brunette's whisper makes you lower her again. Her head falls into her neck as you penetrate her for a second time.

"I bet she is already addicted to your cock."

Rei is corrupting the two of you once more.

"Make her pussy yours. Own her, like you own me."

It is tempting. It is very tempting to just shove Wonyoung onto your cock. Her pussy is hugging you so tight. Her walls squeezing your cock as if her life depends on it.

But you keep control over your body. You stop once more, when half of you is inside Wonyoung again.

Lifting her back up, you keep continuing this motion. Lifting her up and down. Almost like a weight in the gym. Of course, certain parts of your body feel way better than when you are working out.

Wonyoung's facial expression has changed. Gone is the slightly scared girl. Her deep moans grow in numbers as you impale her on your cock again and again. She is still only able to take half of your length, but that is already more than enough.

"Let me give you a hand."

Rei gets off the bed and disappears behind Wonyoung.

"Or should I rather say tongue?"

You feel a new sensation on your cock after her cheeky comment.

"Fuck."

You can't help, but express how good this feels. Wonyoung taking the upper half of your cock into her tight snatch as you slowly lift her up and down. Rei between your legs, letting her tongue glide over the lower half of your shaft. You occasionally feel her hands caress your thighs, while you bring Wonyoung upwards.

"Such a nice cock."

It sounds like Rei is talking to herself.

"And with this slutt's cum on it, it tastes even better."

Feeling Rei's lips on your cock, you try to look down. You see one or two streaks of wet fluid dribble out of Wonyoung's pussy. They make their way down your shaft, slowly, before Rei laps them up with her tongue.

While the Japanese girl keeps spilling filthy nonsense, you watch Wonyoung's body again. Her tits are right in front of you, so you take the opportunity. Leaning forward a bit, you capture one of her nipples with your mouth, while you keep moving her up and down.

The brunette's breath hitches at the familiar sensation. Her eyes are closed as her mind is spinning with pleasure. She can't remember the last time she felt so good.

As she keeps taking your cock, she can feel something change in her. It's like something has tried to take control of her, since you entered her dorm and now, finally, she can feel it. She can feel clouds of lust invade her mind. Egging Wonyoung on to take more. To take more of your cock. To beg more. To beg for pleasure.

Her mind is decided into two sides. One side is trying to stay as sweet and innocent as she can. While the other is searching for the right words to make you cum.

"Am I a good princess?"

Unaware of her inner dilemma, you lean away from her, thinking you heard her wrong.

"Please tell me, daddy. Have I been a good princess for you?"

You hear Rei moan against your shaft at her band mate's words. They are not just turning you on. Rei is getting off on this as well.

"I think you are doing great."

You don't stop lifting her up and down.

"Good girl."

You kiss her pink lips as she reaches the lower half of your cock.

"Please more, daddy. I want to take all of daddy's cock."

You do what she wants, you slowly lower her further.

"Such a slutty princess."

Rei's words, not yours.

"You sound like a whore of a princess."

Wonyoung moans as she getting called filthy names once again. Her hands have left your wrists and are now interlocked behind your neck. As Rei keeps talking, her head sinks onto your shoulder.

"You look like a pretty fuck doll. Getting lifted up and down like the princess you are. You want to cum without working for it?"

You see Rei's hand sneak around Wonyoung's waist towards her clit.

"Be my guest."

She whispers into her ear as she is standing up.

The brunette sighs heavily at the touch of Rei's hand. You introduce her to more and more of your cock after every three up and downs. By now, you are making her take three quarters of your cock.

Wonyoung now knows what Rei meant by "You are tearing me open". She is starting to feel the same. She has never felt like this before. Being filled with cock. So much, that it almost hurts her. And whenever she thinks, she can't take more, you lower Wonyoung onto your cock even further.

"Do-Do good princess get to cum?"

Her desperate voice suddenly fills your ear. It's surprising how her orgasms hit her out of nowhere.

"Yes. They do get to cum."

Wonyoung shrieks as she suddenly lets go of her composure. You didn't think she would cum right away. But there she is now. Her hips bucking forward, pressing her clit further towards Rei's hand.

The brunette's pussy tightens around you. She is almost painfully tight as you feel her climax, while you are still inside. More of her juices run down the length of your cock. Wonyoung sighs into your neck as she slowly calms down.

She never came with something inside of her before. Fingers don't count and she never used a toy or misused some other household item. Although she knows that Yujin has more than just one wireless possession.

The new feeling of cuming around your cock makes Wonyoung experience something new. It feels way better to squeeze your cock, when she cums, instead of clenching around empty air. Her already corrupted mind falls deeper into the sea of lust as she imagines herself cuming again and again on your cock. How it feels, how big you are. All of it.

To your disappointment though, Wonyoung's tight snatch doesn't help at all with postponing your own release. You can feel how it's slowly building up as her walls squeeze and hug your cock tight.

"That's a good princess."

You kiss her shoulder as you begin to make her go up and down once more. It seems like she likes to be praised.

"You came so good."

You feel her smile into your neck.

"Thank you, daddy. From now on, I will be a good princess and cum for you all the time."

Before you can respond, Rei is at it again.

"Such a naughty slut. I'm sure you would even want him to fill your pussy up. To make you drip of his cum as you walk around the dorm."

Wonyoung whimpers again and as you imagine that scenario yourself, you can feel your cock twitching.

"I'm gonna cum."

You stop your lifting and Wonyoung's head leaves your shoulder.

"I have been waiting for your cum."

Rei leans over, behind Wonyoung, and starts kissing you.

"I want it all over my face."

The brunette looks a little shy once again. You mistake it for the thought, that she doesn't know what exactly Rei is talking about.

But Wonyoung is reminded of her book. Her husband always came inside of her. What was the term she googled a couple of days ago?

"C-Cream pie."

You and Rei look at Wonyoung with wide eyes.

"I want that."

She still looks shy. But not because of what she said. But because of what she is thinking. As soon as that thought entered her mind, Wonyoung couldn't get away from it. She imagines how it must feel. Being filled with seed, until it starts leaking out. How it runs down her thighs. How it ruins her panties, when she puts them back on later. It's not like they are in a good condition anyway.

"You want what?"

You are surprised that Wonyoung even knows this word.

"I would like a cream pie. Please, daddy."

"You are such a selfish slut."

Rei pouts behind her.

"I want his cum too."

"Please, daddy."

Wonyoung tilts her, while she pouts at you as well. As if that isn't enough already, she suddenly starts to move. Not very fast, but you can still feel your orgasm approaching as Wonyoung starts to impale herself on your cock. Her walls grip you tight and you can't help but watch. Her hands are placed on your shoulders as she slowly lifts her body up and down.

"Rei is right. I would love for you to fill my pussy up. I want to know how your cum feels inside of me."

You suddenly realize that you two have turned the innocent, princess like Wonyoung into a begging slut. Her eyes are glazing over with lust as she slowly fucks herself with your cock.

"This is really what you want?"

Rei kisses Wonyoung's neck as she rides you.

"Getting cream pied right here? When, at any moment, Yujin could come home?"

The brunette closes her eyes at the thought as she quickens her pace a little. She is not going fast enough yet to make you cum, but the way her pussy clenches around you, indicates that you don't have much time left.

"It's hot if you think about it."

Rei keeps talking, although you don't know whom she is still trying to convince. It was Wonyoung's idea anyway and it looks like you are not strong enough to resist.

"Innocent Wonyoung standing in the kitchen. Yujin talking to her as always. Not knowing that Wonyoung has a huge load of cum inside her. Not knowing it's dripping down her thighs. Not knowing how warm all that semen makes her feel."

Wonyoung whimpers at the Japanese girl's words. You can feel her getting wetter as her nails dig into your skin.

"She doesn't know that sweet little Wonyoung is a whore. A whore for her daddy's cock. A whore for his cum."

"Please..."

The brunette bites her lip, trying to keep riding you, while Rei edges her on with her words.

"I bet you would love to show Yujin what a slut you are. Show her the big load of cum, that her innocent princess got."

"Daddy..."

Wonyoung whines into your neck. You don't know if it's because of Rei, or because she is going to orgasm again. Her pussy feeling tighter by the second.

"While you rummage around in the fridge, Yujin sees a small puddle on the floor. She asks you what it is."

"No more..."

Wonyoung's riding becomes weaker. Her voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't want to be exposed as a slut, but at the same time, you want Yujin to know how good you took your first cock. How well you sucked his cock, before you rode him."

Wonyoung shakes her head, unable to form words. You can feel her being on the verge of breaking.

"And when you don't tell her the truth, Yujin is just going to turn you around. She is going to bend you over, to see what's going on. Your cheek is going to be pressed against the cold glass of the compartment in the fridge. She reaches under your skimpy skirt."

You can barely hold on yourself. You are convinced, Rei could write great smut stories about Wonyoung in her free time. There would be a lot of people, who would love them.

"She pulls down your ruined panties. They are still wet with your own slick and full with creamy, white cum."

By now, Wonyoung is unable to move. Her mind has left her body as she imagines the possible future. You take control once more, lifting her up and down, feeling her pussy glide along the length of your shaft.

"You expect her to scream at you. To scold you. But instead, Yujin gets onto her knees. And she eats all the cum out of you."

You time your next thrust perfectly with Rei's words. Wonyoung's eyes shoot open. Her mouth forms a silent O as she cums on top of you.

"Yujin is just as slutty as you. You realize that, when you are bend over in the fridge. While she eats all the cum out of your pussy."

Wonyoung's pussy contracts around you over and over again. It feels like she can't stop cuming at Rei's words.

"Daddy, please."

She is finally able to talk, while she still massages your cock with her walls.

"Fill me up. You said, you would own Rei's pussy."

You know that, with one right word, Wonyoung could make you cum right here, right now. Right inside of her.

"Please own mine, too. Please claim me as yours, daddy."

"Fuck."

You groan into her neck as you finally tremble over the edge of the cliff. You held out for so long, but Wonyoung finally got you. You smell her sweat on her skin, mixed with the faint scent of her raspberry perfume. You feel yourself cuming inside of the Korean girl. Rope after rope of cum paint her walls white.

"So warm. So good."

Wonyoung sighs as you unload inside her snatch. You her a light squeal and you see Rei standing behind Wonyoung as she cums on her own fingers. She had played with herself the whole time, thinking about the stuff she said just as much as Wonyoung.

You wonder, if her words might actually come true in the future.

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Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed the new update. If you were able to read this far, thank you so much. I apologize for the length of this chapter. I didn't think I would get up to 11k words. But here it is. I had a complete different plot in mind for this chapter, but after seeing Rei's pink hair in one of her pictures, I couldn't stop myself.

Although I have exams coming up and still two unfinished requests on my desk, I would like you to vote for the continuation of the plot. You guys can vote for one out of the three chapters listed below. I will give you a few hints and a general direction of the future for each chapter. If the chapter you personally voted for didn't get picked by the majority, don't worry, it might still appear in the future, but in a different context.

Please take into consideration, that I'm writing on Wattpad and Tumblr, which means, I will count the votes from both platforms equally. The chapter which you vote for, will come after the two requests, which means, you have time to vote, until I finish the second request.

1. Option: "5-Star service"

- "I don't have time for this."

The woman on top of you sighs in annoyance.

"Make up your mind. Are you going to fuck me or not?"

- "You better listen to mommy."

Her dark eyes scan you up and down as she leans back in her chair, while she is crossing her legs.

"You need an older woman to teach you how to fuck."

Hints:

-Roleplay

-She is a singer

-She is at SM

Future:

-More roleplay

-She is very possessive

2. Option: "The new guy"

- As you walk into the small gym, you realize that you must be dreaming. The woman in front of you doesn't seem to notice you yet.

- "Don't touch me."

You chuckle, although she looks at you with angry eyes.

"You wanted me to show you, how well I fight. Should I write it down, instead of showing?"

Hints:

-Actress and singer

-New season of her drama is coming out this year

Future:

-Meeting more actresses

-Occasional dreams about dramas you watched with Ahin

3. Option: "Doctors' orders"

- "Dr.Kim! How many times have I told you, how clumsy you are?!"

The woman who just walked in, glares at the other one, before she scans you up and down. Your face is still completely drenched and your shirt is soaked.

- "I'm not sure if this is really professional."

Your doctor snickers at your remark, her black hair falling into your face.

"I told you," her fingers dance over your pants. "this is normal. If we don't treat you know, you will have to come back three times a week."

She nods towards her colleague.

"Do what you want with her."

Hints:

-Doctor roleplay

-Two singers

-Dr. Kim and Dr. Kim (very confusing)

Future:

-Visits to the doctor for more "treatments"

-Other group members want to roleplay with you as well

Just comment down below, or write me a message. Have a nice day!

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HEEEEEELLLLOOOO GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!! 💙💙💙

How are we doing today? I know that they were doing great

It's pretty much an idealized version of what I think that Velchid selfie turned out like, I'd imagine that those little star cameras aren't all that great in resolution since they have so much going on in them to just be able to fly, do you think they'd be like drones or something? If that's the case I can just imagine how bad the paparazzi are in Mount Rageous, or would those cameras only be red carpet exclusive? Who knows, but either way I tried to make it look like a little shittier photo with a lot of blinga-ding from reflection and lights. I hope you guys like it! It isn't my best work to be honest but it's nice 😅

Oh and I don't know if this is already a thing or not, because I checked everywhere and couldn't really find it, tell me if you know someone who made this thingy first so I don't falsely claim it as mine okay?

So it's one where Orchid becomes a surprise assistant to Velvet and Veneer! (And of course Velchid is sprinkled in...not really sprinkled in, more like there's a full tub of salt)

So here's a little backstory if you want to know :D

As we know, there was mentioning of an assistant in the movie, or I just imagine it, I'm not sure atp it's 3 in the morning.

Anywhezel, so I thought it would be in one of those accidental encounters by chance.

Crimp had a hard day, on the verge of a breakdown every second because siblings became "kinda" overbearing, and with no assistant around to help (because they most likely quit), she had no help around them. There was nobody who was willing to take the job that was licensed for working and helping celebrities that way because of all the horror stories previous assistants shared around. Siblings didn't really care Crimp was alone with them, so they just put all the extra stuff on her.

Crimp knew she needed a bit of help purely to keep her sanity on the line with her, so she decided to take a walk and think about what to do next (after she made sure siblings were in bed of course). She sat on a bench in the nearest neon-colored park and cried, not knowing what else to do, and had to let it out.

But she heard someone approaching, turns out it was a purple haired mount rageon and she looked at Crimp sadly, and asking her what's wrong. That's how Crimp met Orchid!

Orchid was making her way from the grocery store and saw Crimp crying on the bench late at night, Orchid recognised her easily since Crimp was mentioned a few times by the siblings on social media, there were also some photos. Plus, despite being small she was hard to miss.

Crimp explained her situation and told Orchid she couldn't do everything alone anymore, and that no one was willing to take over a bit of the burden since the siblings simply scared everyone off. Which made Orchid feel sorry for her.

But Orchid figured, that she could perhaps help Crimp out, the job at that doughnut shop she worked at just wasn't payed enough for her to move out of her mom's apartment, she wasn't forced to move but craved some independence ever since she turned 18 (which wasn't that long ago).

A good bonus was that she got to work with her favorite duo! despite it probably, being a little challenging.

Orchid gave that proposition to Crimp, which made Crimp a bit sceptical, Orchid was a nice girl and didn't deserve that kind of stress, but Orchid persisted because Crimp didn't deserve all that stress either.

On the end Crimp agreed, it only had to go through the approval of the siblings first.

And as expected, Veneer didn't really mind who was helping Crimp as long as they helped Crimp in the first place, and everything gets done in time.

Velvet on the other hand wasn't all that for it, she remembered Orchid faintly from a memory of a concert, which meant Orchid was a fan, she didn't want some nosy stalker snooping around. But as she inspected further, and listened to what Crimp had to say, she reconsidered it and ended up agreeing, unenthusiastically.

So that's how Orchid is now a busy celebrity assistant for two.

The story is a little basic, but it is solid I think, there will probably be comics about it in the future if you're interested! 💕

Also here's some Ritzneer I didn't post, warning! Boys kissing!!!

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Love you lovelies!!!! 💙💙💙💙

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I’m just here as a distraction right? Part 1 Lucien x Reader

Plot: After Lucien finds out Elain is his mate, he spends the first year pining after her. After seeing her getting closer to Azriel and her found family in the Night Court, he starts to have feelings for a High Fae Girl who stumbled in Jurian, Vassa and Lucien’s home.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Lucien had listened to Feyre when she'd said to keep trying to reach out to Elain, to get to know her. He attempted getting her food and drinks but she always looked at it in disgust and pushed it away. She never accepted any of the offered gifts, or his time that he offered up.

Lucien got to the point where he wasn't even trying to woo her, just trying to be a friend, someone she could talk to when she didn't know who else to go to. But Elain was being cruel, she wasn't rejecting the bond, because when she did that it made it real and she didn't want to acknowledge it. However, she was completely happy to pursue Azriel.

When he saw them out in the garden, he couldn't help but see how Elain was forcing a connection between them, even more so when she knew he was watching.

"Feyre, I cant stand to be here much longer. I'm being treated like a stray wet dog coming into your home. I no longer wish to impose" he voices, knowing he had a place with Jurian and Vassa.

"Please Lucien, she'll come around" Feyre begged, holding Nyx on her hip.

"It's been a year Feyre, she wont even acknowledge me as a friend. Which i would have been to her despite the bond. It's running me ragged ... her not rejecting me and letting me move on while i have to watch her with HIM" Lucien grits out.

"I know, but please Lucien. You are my friend" Feyre breathes coming closer to him. Just as he was about to cave, and admit defeat and say he would stay here for a little longer, Azriel and Elain walked in from the garden, Azriel with a hand on her lower back guiding her through the door.

They both pause, seeing Lucien, Feyre and Nyx. Elain stops her laughter shying away a little seeing the red haired fae that always hung about.

"I'll take that as my leave" he says glancing at Feyre, and she knew what he meant. He wouldn't be coming back.

"Lucien, please" Feyre begs one last time.

"Goodbye Feyre" he says before winnowing out and to a place, he felt slighty better in, but not home. He never felt like he'd find a home.

Lucien arrived home, greated by a heavily drunk Vassa and Jurian. He joined them for the entire night only waking to a rough bang on the front door of their house.

Lucien was the one who drunk the least and ended up aanswering the loud knocking. He opens the door to a face he hadn't seen in a year.

"Tam?" he asks in shock, the blonde man seemed healthier now. His blonde hair was bright again no knots and no dirt in sight. He had washed, found new clothes and he looked like his old self.

"Hello, old friend" he greets, Lucien steps out pulling his old High Lord into a hug.

"I think there's something I've acquired that is off use to you" he grins out, in a teasing manner.

"You- You're here" Lucien breathes out, a deep chuckle coming from Tamlin.

"Yes, I am. Beron has fallen and Eris has had the transfer of his High Lord nature. It seems he had granted your mother access to go to her former lover" he says, the grin turning a little malicious, something that didn't go un-noticed by Lucien.

"And now that the Spring Court is back and thriving and my people are happy, I've had time to travel and well gather important information" he adds.

"Information like?"

"Seems like little Feyre, hasn't been completely honest with you. Someone you deemed a friend. So I'm here as a friend Lucien, because that's what we are and i, unlike some people don't hide the truth from them" Tamlin admits, and Lucien stays silent. A gentle nod for Tamlin to continue.

"Beron, isn't your father. Your mother had an affair with a different High Lord of the Seven Courts" Tamlin smirks, Lucien's head snaps up in shock, he kenw Beron treated him awfully and thats why he'd left to come to Tamlin.

"Who is it?" Lucien asks.

"Feyre worked out that Hellion is your father, he and your mother had an affair and thus you were born, so right now Lucien you my friend are the only heir to the Day Court. And a hopeful ally of mine. Now that Eris has taken over Autumn Court, god knows what he's agreed to with the night court!" Tamlin explains, however the conversation is cut short as you enter.

“STOP” a shout comes across, a young woman, running towards Tamlin, thanks to her attire it was obvious that she was from the Day Court.

“Lucien, you weren’t supposed to find out like this” you say running up to them, you go to punch Tamlin, regardless who he is until an unearthly growl stops you, Lucien stepping in front of you. To protect you.

“My father sent you?” Lucien asks testing the word, it sounding so odd and foreign.

“Yes, to come get you so he could talk to you and explain to you. I’m one of his most trusted warriors. Please come back to the day court, he wants to meet you… well as his son” you offered, Lucien only grunts a hand slipping up his face covering his tired eyes.

“I can’t, not right now” he grunts out turning to go back in the house.

“Then let me stay with you, I have to bring you back eventually. So please let me stay with you until you feel ready.

…

And it took a while for Lucien to feel ready, he had so much on his mind, he had a father who according to what you had told him only found out a day before he had and had sent you out the minute be found out. His actual father seemed to care and he couldn’t help but think of what his life would be like IF he had been raised by Hellion rather than Beron.

Then there was the Elain situation, he could feel everything down the bond that had only seemed to strengthen and pull at his heart strings as he left. But he could feel Elain and everything she did. There was also the Night Court as a whole, specifically Feyre for lying to him. And now the fact that Tamlin was back asking for his friendship only now seeing his as a potential ally.

The only person who had been patient with him was you, you’d waited and helped him with little tasks he just couldn’t bring himself to do.

And because if this he slowly started to cling to you, as his only support.

This turned sexual very quickly, he had wanted some kind of release, and you being his outlet made sense.

From your mind however, you had slowly started to fall for the Day Court Prince, as his father had said to you, you’d teased him for days about it.

Every little thing you did was from the bottom of your heart, you wanted him to feel wanted and needed as you could tell he hadn’t had someone show him this level of affection in a long time.

…

“Lucien” you moaned as he kissed up the side of your body, his mouth finding itself on your breast, sucking and pulling at the tender flesh as it perked up.

“Yes, sweetheart” he asks.

“I need you” you say to him, he hadn’t understood the full meaning of those words but to you, that was commitment to him in itself.

He pulled up the dress skirt that you were currently wearing courtesy of Vassa, whom said you could borrow anything while you were here.

His fingers slid up your thighs, finding you already bare.

"So naughty" he groaned, you were already very wet, meaning his two fingers slid in with ease. He pushed them in and out, making a scissoring motion. He leaned down kissing across your jaw and neck, while basking in the noises you were making because of him.

He pulled his pants off and down, leaving him bear. He slipped in thursting until he bottomed out, whines coming from both of you. He made you feel so full and satisfied, and with this feeling you'd assume he was your mate.

However, Jurian had made it his mission to tease you around the fact that Lucien was already technically bespoke for.

You'd done this many times and Lucien never said anything, other than the occasional compliment, not abouthow you looked just how you felt around him. Breathy groans and whines were the most of what came from him, you on the other were extremely vocal, telling him how his skin glowed in the light, or how his eyes danced with colour. How silky his hair felt as it brushed against your breasts when he leant down.

He started to thrust in an out of you quicker, his hips starting to stagger, you tightened around him feeling that coil in you unleash with white hot ecstasy.

"Elain" he moaned, as you both came, he stilled inside you immedielty realising what he said.

"I-" you start but he pulls out of you, looking mortified at what he had just done.

"I didn't mean to say her name I - cant. I'm so sorry" he says putting his head in his hands.

"It's okay, I guess im just here as a distraction right, while you figure everything out, with you dad and you mate and your old courts." you say, pulling the dress down and standing up. You walk to the bathroom slamming the door shut and turning on the water to fill the bath.

Quiet sobs came out of you as you sent a letter to Hellion through a Falcon telling him you'd be returning to the palace without his son and that you couldn't stay here anylonger.

A/N:

Later on today, i will post my up and coming and hopefully will be able to post what's in store for my 24 days of Christmas!

Not sure if a part 2 is needed however if there is demand i will be more than happy.

It's reading week at university this week so i can post more too! So my up and coming will hopefully be quick!

Taglist:

@cat-or-kitten

@sstrohma

@horneybeach1

@its-sam-allgood

@starryhiraeth

@xcastawayherosx

@glitterypirateduck

@azriels-mate123

@mavropouloupanagiota

@chasing-autumns-chill

@justdreamstars

#acotar #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #a court of mist and fury #acowar #acosf #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #lucien vandaddy #lucien vanserra x reader #lucien vanserra smut

[the-offside-rule]

Pablo Gavi ft. Pedri Gonzalez (FCBarcelona) - Kiss & Tell

Requested: yes

Warnings: nope

Y/n Y/l/n smiled as she handed in her passport for the passport officer to check. It was her first Ballon D'Or ceremony. The youngster was a rising star and tipped to be the Women's Ballon D'Or winner, her teammate Alexia another candidate. Y/n took her passport back and continued on walking. She found herself standing, waiting for her managment people to follow her as usual when she felt a small, playful pinch to her side. She rolled her eyes and turned to see the culprit. Pablo, a fellow Barcelona prodigy. "Ey, Cabrón. Stop that." She said, slapping his arm. "I can't promise anything." He replied. "It's always the young guys." She chuckled, walking alongside him. "I'm only a few months younger." He mumbled. "But still younger." She said. "And you're still shorter." Her head whipped back around to him. "Excuse me?"

"Excused." She scoffed. "Im sorry, I'm sorry. If you want, you can sit next to me." Pablo offered. Y/n smiled and opened her mouth to speak but was stopped as she felt an arm qrap around her shoulders. "Unforunately Pablito, I already said she was sitting beside me."

"I asked first-" Pablo protested. "I'm older." Pedri stated. "I'm sitting next to Alexia actually. I didn't want to seperate the Barcelona besties, you know?" Pablo forced a smile and looked back to the girl. She knew his smile was fake, he didn't didn't need to say anything for her to know. "Speaking of Alexia-" The trio turned to look towards the previous Ballon D'Or winner. "We'll talk later boys. See you on the plane!" Pablo waved sadly as Y/n joined her teammate. "What was that about?" Alexia asked. "I don't even know and that's saying something."

Once Y/n was out of listening distance, Pablo whipped his head around to Pedri. "What?" He asked, sounding clueless. "What are you doing?" Pablo whisper shouted. "Well you're taking forever to make your move. You've been saying you were going to ask her on a date since last season and still nothing. If you won't make a move, I will."

"I thought you were meant to be my friend."

"I am. I know if I try to make a move, it will force you to make yours. You're made jealous very easily." Pablo's cheeks turned red as his friend explained the plan. "What if I just decide to not ask her out?" Pablo asked. "Then I'll just go on a date with her, won't I?" Pedri replied. "No, no you won't." Pablo replied cofnidenlty. Pedri arched a brow. “Are you sure? Do you really  want to risk that?” Pablo clenched his jaw. “Didn’t think so amigo.” 

All through the plane ride, Pablo couldn’t help but look over to Y/n. She would move and he would look, but even if she sat still he would still look. “Are you going to keep staring or actually do something?” Pedri asked, not looking up from a magazine. Pablo scoffed. “I don’t know why you are so obsessed with me asking her out. It’s not like it affects you in any way.” Pablo mumbled, looking down to his phone in a mood. Pedri chuckled and set his magazine to the side. He then leant back in his seat, a menacing smile rest upon his face as his fingers interlocked and rested on his chest. “I’m just...wondering.” he sighed. Pablo rolled his eyes. “What could you possibly be wondering?” he asked. Without moving, Pedri simply replied, “Whether she would prefer Y/n Gavi or Y/n Gonzalez.” Pablo shoved his phone in his pocket. “I’m fucking getting out of here.” he snarled as Pedri sat in a fit of laughter. “There’s nowhere to go Pablito!” 

Pablo marched to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He leaned on the sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Why was it so difficult to speak to her? She was the sweetest person in the whole of Barcelona but he couldn't speak to her. He heard a small knock come from the door. He opened it to peek out and see who it was before he felt someone fall into his arms and who else but Y/n. She looked up, smiling at him. "Good catch." She joked. "Falling for me, are you?" His eyes widened as the realisation of what he said hit him. "Smooth." She chuckled. "Just how I am." He replied cooly. "You're the furthest thing from smooth, Pablito." She winked before she left again as Pablo stood frozen and unable to even respond.

It took him a few moments but he finally settled down. She liked him. There was a chance she liked him back. He couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. He walked past Y/n, the same twinkle in his eye as when he realised he loved her. Je scooted past his friend and sat down, content and as happy as ever. "What did she do in the bathroom?" Pedri asked suggestively. Pablo looked back to his friend with a smile on his face. "I don't kiss and tell." He joked back. "You're joking!" Pedri nearly squealed. Pablo simply laughed as Pedri shook him around looking for more answers. "We didn't, we didn't but I do know one thing." He paused. "I think she would like the name Y/n Gavi better."

#laliga #pedri gonzalez #fcbarcelona #football #pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagine #gavi #pedri gonzalez imagine #football blubs

[dragonflylady77]

definitely better than being dead

a 'billy didn't die' day fic

Also on Ao3

I wrote this over the past day and a half, rushing to finish it on time, while it's still July 4 somewhere.

@spaceofentropy @fizzigigsimmer @lovebillyhargrove @shieldofiron @darleenjade

++++++++

When Billy comes to, everything hurts. 

He keeps his eyes closed, even though the space around him feels dark, and slowly takes a tally of where it hurts: hands, sides, chest, back, feet too... 

He listens to the noises in the room and the regular beeping of a machine close by tells him he’s in a hospital.

Huh.

This is new. 

Neil never lets him go to the hospital, not unless he absolutely has to, like that time before they left Cali—no, not thinking about that.

Billy listens harder. There, breathing that’s not his, rustling of clothes as whoever is sitting by his bed shuffles to get more comfortable.

He tries to remember what happened, how he got there but it’s a blur. He knows something crashed into his car, and he remembers being pulled into that dark building on the side of the dark back road but after that, only pain. It’s fragmented, he’s getting flashes of people’s faces, horrible things that… thing… made him do, oh fuck, Heather, I’m so sorry, then the girl with her hand on his face and her mind in his memories.

It comes back to him, the beach, the wave, seven feet tall, the evil monster he helped build and how… the thought makes him feel sick. 

He pushed back with a roar to protect the girl who brought him back to himself, his arms still hurt from the effort that took. There were fireworks then there was just excruciating pain and darkness and he thought he was done. He wanted to be done.

Yet somehow he’s still here. Breathing and hurting. He realises his hands are clenched into fists and wills his fingers to unfurl. It’s a slow process that takes all his concentration. One of his fingers touches something warm and Billy freezes. Shit. He hadn’t meant to make contact with whoever is by his bedside. 

His eyelashes flutter open and everything is blurry at first. He sees a flash of red then he is being squeezed tight. Too tight.

“I can't breathe.” His voice sounds like gravel from disuse and he is craving some water. The arms around him relent a bit but don’t go away.  Billy can’t remember the last time someone hugged him.

“Oh Billy, I’m so happy you finally woke up.” The voice is trembling but he recognises it.

“Max? What…” Billy is not sure what he wants to ask so he stops. Lets himself enjoy the closeness like the touch starved loser he is and wonders how long he’s been lying in a hospital bed.

He moves his arm to wrap it around Max and she burrows closer, her face against his neck and he feels wetness against his skin. Tears? For him? Surely not.

“Why are you crying?” He has to push the words through dry lips, his tongue feels like it weighs a ton. It just makes her cry harder. Billy is very confused but the thirst for water wins over the thirst for answers. “Wa… need water…”

“Hang on,” a voice he didn’t think he’d hear again says and a cup of water with a straw in it appears in front of him. Billy tries to lift his free hand but it’s too much effort, he’s been lying in a coma for too long and the IV in his arm makes it uncomfortable. He lets out a long defeated sigh and closes his eyes again. Max is still hugging him, and he lets her, even though his chest is starting to hurt again.

“Let me help,” Harrington says. Billy opens his eyes and Harrington is holding the cup and the straw closer so Billy can take a couple of sips. The cool liquid soothes Billy’s throat but too soon, Harrington takes the cup away, telling Billy he needs to start slowly, to let his body adjust to it again.

“I’ll go tell the nurse you’re awake,” Harrington says, putting the cup on the table at the foot of the bed and turning towards the door.

“How long…?” Billy manages to ask as Steve opens the door.

“A hundred and forty-seven days,” Harrington replies without turning around.

The door closes softly behind him and Billy is left alone with a sobbing Max and even more questions than before.

“Max.” He squeezes her arm to get her attention. “Max, sit up. What the fuck is going on?”

Wiping her eyes with her sleeves, the teenage girl sits up on the side of the bed and takes his hand in hers. Her eyes look bluer than usual in the low light of the room and she looks thinner than the last time he saw her.

“Shitbird, why are you here? Why is he?”

“I’m here every day,” she says with a sniffle. “Steve gave me a ride because Mum was too drunk. Today is Thanksgiving so she started earlier than usual.”

“Thanksgiving? What the fuck? Where’s…” He couldn’t say it. Wouldn’t say it, lest it made the man barge in to teach him a lesson again.

“I know you have a million questions, and I promise I’ll answer as many as I can.”

“Okay.” Billy is still very confused but he figures Max’s promise is better than nothing.

The nurse comes in, followed by a bunch of doctors and Max hops off his bed and goes to stand with Harrington by the window.

Billy loses track of them as he is whisked out of the room for a plethora of tests. 

When they wheel him back to his room a couple of hours later, he’s even more exhausted than when he woke up from his five-month-long coma. 

He smiles at the nurse giving him his pain relief, nodding when she mentions a tray with his dinner. Soft diet, she said. He doesn’t think that will be anything too exciting. He might get ice cream and jelly, though, which would be nice. They gave him some when he went to hospital with a broken arm when he was ten. 

But instead of the nurse, Steve Harrington comes in through the door holding a tray and a bag.

Billy feels a surge of excitement at the sight and, try as he may, the anger and antagonism that coloured his every interaction with Harrington before that fateful night are nowhere to be found. 

Billy is left simmering with his attraction for this boy and the non-stop craving for his touch. He grips the sheets with both hands to stop from reaching out. Harrington wouldn’t want Billy to touch him anyway. Pretty boy deserves better than this. Billy is damaged goods, even worse now than before, and trash like him doesn’t deserve love, Neil taught him that. 

“Are you okay?” Harrington asks when he stops at the end of the bed and sets his precious cargo on the table.

Billy nods, all his focus on not reacting. Can’t let him know. Hold it in until he’s gone, like every other time. Billy finds it’s harder than it used to be.

“If you say so, it’s just…” Harrington looks at the monitor hooked to Billy then back at him. “Your heart rate picked up when I came in, it’s a lot higher than it was earlier.”

“I don’t know, man, I’m not a doctor.” Billy shrugs then nods towards the tray. “Is that my dinner?” 

“Um yes, jelly and ice cream and what looks like chocolate milk. The nurse said you were allowed soft foods so I brought you some mashed potato and gravy, and some pumpkin pie Mrs Henderson made. I checked with the nurse and she said you’d be okay to eat the filling.”

“Why?” Billy asks when Harrington wheels the table closer. Billy starts on his super nutritious dinner with gusto. He hasn’t had ice cream and jelly in years so he’s going to enjoy it.

“Why only the filling?” Harrington looks confused. “If you don’t like it, that’s fine, I’ll just—”

“No, pretty boy, why are you here?”

Fuck. The nickname slips out before Billy notices and now Harrington looks embarrassed, his cheek a little pinker than before. But then he looks straight at Billy, and there’s that fire that Billy was looking for last year. Feels like a million years ago.

“I can leave if it’s easier,” Harrington says and that’s the last thing Billy wants. Max promised him answers but she left before he could get any. He figures Harrington might know a lot.

“No, don’t.” Billy sighs, looking down at his hand clenching on the spoon. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s late, I’m hungry, I’m sore and I missed the last five months of my life. You probably have better things to do on Thanksgiving than entertain the guy who beat you up last year.” Billy glances up to find Harrington’s brown eyes fixed on him. “I’m sorry for that too.”

Harrington laughs. “That was a long time ago, Billy. I got over it, especially once I realised how it must have looked like for the outside. Then…” Harrington looks sombre for a moment. “Then you sacrificed yourself to save the world.”

“Sorry it didn’t stick.” Billy looks away, dejected. Always on the outside. No friends for Billy, no, sir. Trash, loser, reject. Appetite gone, Billy drops the spoon in the tray and gives the table a shove. It rolls away just enough to be out of the way.

“Don’t say that.” Harrington comes over to sit in the chair Max was occupying earlier on the side of the bed.

“It’s true. You’re all better off without me around. Especially my family.” Billy curls up into a ball on the bed, facing the side Harrington is sitting on, because he’s weak.

“Bullshit!” Harrington exclaims, taking Billy’s hand in his and Billy can’t help but stare at their hands as Harrington links their fingers together. “Max has missed you so much, Billy. She’s been here every day once we found out where you were. She sneaked out of the house at first then once your dad left—”

“He left? Neil’s gone?”

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have dropped it on you like that, I’m so sorry. Billy, we thought you were dead, there was a funeral. Then about a month later, your dad, he…” There are tears in Harrington’s eyes and Billy isn’t sure he wants to know anymore. 

Harrington clears his throat, squeezing Billy’s fingers before he continues, “Your dad emptied your room and put everything on the curb. He, um, he was gonna light all of your stuff on fire and she screamed so much and so loud some of the neighbours came to check what was going on. She got him to change his mind as long as she could find someone to take the boxes away. She called me on the walkie-talkie and told me what had happened. We piled all your stuff in my car and put it in a corner of my garage.” 

“Um, yo-your parents okay with that, Harrington?” Billy asked, wiping his eyes on a corner of the sheet with his free hand. If ever he’d needed a reminder of how much his dad hated him…

“Steve,” came the reply, with another squeeze of his fingers before Steve added, “I don’t give a fuck, I haven’t seen them since last Chrismas anyway.”

“Wow.” That explained a few things, Billy thinks. Like why Steve is always surrounded by the Weird Kids Gang. Must get lonely in that big house, no matter how much money you have in the bank.

“Yeah, you don’t have the monopoly on parents who suck,” Steve said with a sad grin.

“Clearly. How did you find out I wasn’t dead?”

“Oh, well the Byers moved to Cali at the end of July and about a week after that, I got a call from El in the middle of the night. That’s the girl you saved from the meat monster. She, um, she said you were alive and she knew where you were.”

“How the fuck would she know that?” Billy was getting really frustrated with the way the answer to any question always brought more questions.

“Okay, um…” Steve takes a deep breath and locks eyes with Billy. “I’m gonna need you to listen while I explain. I swear it’s all true and I’ll answer any questions after, okay?”

Billy nods. He has no fucking clue what’s going on but he’s never seen Steve this serious before, and they had History together senior year.

“That thing that attacked you was a creature from another dimension. The kids call it the Mind Flayer. It’s like, made of smoke, until it finds a host. It attacked Jonathan Byers’ brother last year and we thought we’d managed to get rid of it that night you found me at their house. It comes from this dimension that’s a warped copy of ours, filled with monsters, creatures with flower heads and lots of teeth. We, um, we call it the Upside Down. El was raised by a complete psycho who kidnapped kids and did experiments on them that gave them powers, like, mind powers, I’m not really sure how it works. She can see in the Upside Down and she can find people in this thing she calls the void. She can open portals into the Upside Down as well and fight the monsters. Again, I’m not sure how it works, but she kinda lost her powers after the big showdown at Starcourt Mall and we all thought that was that.”

“But then she rang you in the middle of the night?”

“Uh huh. Then we had to wait for her to make it back to Hawkins. That’s when she told us about a portal at the bottom of Lovers Lake and—”

“Steve,” Billy interrupts because he had to. He is getting a bit sore lying on his side so he rolls over onto his back, leaving his hand in Steve’s.

“What?”

“How come I never knew this fucking town has a thing called Lovers’ Lake?”

“I don’t know, Billy. I’ll take you if you want. Can I finish the story now?”

Billy stares at Steve, waiting for him to realise the enormity of what he said. He knows when Steve does because his cheeks turn pink and his eyelashes flutter.

“Oh. Um. Billy, I—”

“I’m tired. You should leave.” Billy doesn’t want to hear anymore. Harrington doesn’t look like he’s going to punch Billy in the face, maybe because he’s in a hospital bed and Harrington feels sorry for him. Billy isn’t sure what the hand holding is about but he doesn’t need anyone’s pity, he knows that much. Billy starts pulling his hand away but Harrington doesn’t let him.

“Billy…”

“What?”

“I almost lost you when I didn’t know I could have you, you really think I’m going to let go now that I know you want me back?”

“What are you talking about?” He knows he sounds defensive but that kind of talk gets you beaten up. He pulls again and this time Harrington lets go of his hand. Billy glances up at him and he looks tired. 

“I found your notebooks, Billy. The box they were stashed in was all fucked up and they fell out so I moved them into another box and I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have, but I had a look in one of them.” Steve blushes. “More than one of them, really. You’re an amazing drawer, Billy Hargrove. I think you made me look way better than I do though.”

“No, pretty boy, you really are that pretty,” Billy mumbles, unsure how to feel right now, but when Steve reaches out for Billy’s hand again, Billy lets him. 

“Thank you. Like I was saying, we found that portal at the bottom of the lake and me and Jonathan went in.”

“Byers helped?”

“Well, Max wanted to come with me.”

“What the fuck, Ste—”

“I said no, obviously. Hoo boy, she’s scary when she’s angry, and looks a bit like you too.” Steve’s eyes widen at the memory and Billy can’t help the snort that escapes.

“Shut up.”

“So, yeah, Jon came with me, and we found you where El had said, covered in vines. Took us ages to axe them all off and carry you back to the portal. Then we had to swim up real fast, which, let me tell you, is not Jon’s strong suit,” Steve finishes with a chuckle.

Billy can work out the rest, since he ended up in a hospital bed, but a couple of things are still puzzling him. “Steve…” The name feels still new on his lips but he’ll keep saying it if that’s the way Steve looks at him when he does. “My dad…”

“Ah yes, the model parent. He skipped town the day after he tried to burn all your belongings, I’m afraid. The house was in his name so Max and her mum had to move out. They’re renting a small trailer at Forest Hills, across from Eddie Munson.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, Max spends all her time with the rest of the kids when she’s not at school or here with you.”

“But why? I don’t understand. She hates me, you all do, I was a complete asshole… and then…” He doesn't want to think about that again or he’ll cry for sure. He’s always crying. At least now he don’t have to worry about Neil finding out.

“Then you saved all of us. Max… um, she told us about your dad.”

“Great.” Billy feels the tears roll down his cheeks and he does nothing to stop them. Everyone knows about him now. They all hate him or pity him, or both, he’s not sure which is worse. 

He has no family, no house to go back to, no money, no car. He’s stuck in this fucking hospital bed in fucking Hawkins, Indiana until they kick him out. “You should have left me where you found me.” His voice sounds hollow, even to his own ears. 

“Don’t say that. It’s not—”

“It is true. I was better off dead. Where am I gonna go when I get out of here, Harrington, huh? I have no one. Nothing. And my car… Fuck!”

“I told you to call me Steve. And, well, I was hoping you’d come live at my house.”

“Your house? I don’t understand. Steve, why…?”

“Well, for starters, all your stuff is there. Oh, and your car is there, she’s all fixed up and ready for you.”

“You fixed my car?”

“No, because I don’t know anything about cars, but I paid this guy I know to fix her. It was the least I could do, since I was the one who crashed into it.”

“But why would you do that? Steve, why?”

Steve gets off the chair to sit on the edge of the mattress, his hand still holding Billy’s, his fingers moving to link with Billy’s. “Billy, when you faced the monster that day at the mall, I got so scared because I realised I’d never have the chance to tell you how I feel.”

“How you feel about what?” There is no way the fucking tears are going to stop now, not when Steve is sitting on his fucking bed, clasping his hand, his thigh pressing into Billy’s hip. Being so close to the one person he’s ever wanted, Billy can barely breathe.

“Two years ago, Will Byers ended up in the Upside Down.

 “Okay…” What? Billy is confused at the change of subject.

“He was there for a week,” Steve continues, his thumb stroking Billy’s knuckles as he speaks. “His mum and Hop found him and brought him back, and he said he hid in the place where he felt safest.”

“Right.” Where is Steve going with this? Billy doesn’t have a safe place, not in Hawkins anyway, and even if this Upside Down is a copy of their world, there is little chance Billy would have made it to California on foot, with monsters chasing him.

“You want to know where we found you? Where your safe place was?”

Billy nods. This is the longest conversation he’s ever had with Steve and the most confusing.

“You were in my room, Billy. In my bed. Do you know how you ended up there?

“That was real? I thought it was a dream. It was so dark, I was so scared and needed to hide. I found your house and that was the only room that felt safe.”

Steve smiles before leaning closer, his arm resting on the other side of Billy. “I’m glad.”

The closeness and the smile on Steve’s beautiful face make something warm spread inside Billy’s chest. “And why is that, pretty boy?” he hears himself ask, looking into brown eyes he hasn’t seen that up close since they played basketball together.

But instead of replying, Steve presses his lips to Billy’s and Billy stops breathing. He freezes until Steve moves back a fraction.

“Billy? Is that okay?”

“Again…” Billy brings a hand up to tangle in Steve’s hair and pulls him closer. Is this what being happy feels like? He feels the tip of Steve’s tongue on his bottom lip and opens his mouth, welcoming him in, swallowing Steve’s moan when Billy tightens his hand in Steve’s hair.

Steve Harrington is kissing him like Billy always dreamed of and he wants Billy to live at his house? Definitely better than being dead.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #dragonflylady77 #happy billy didn't die day

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

Confessions (part 10)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

~fast forward two weeks~

You're sitting on the couch scrolling through your Instagram as you hear the door being unlocked and opened.

"Hey, I'm back" Rhea shouts. "Hii" you reply. You get up and enter the hallway to greet her. "How was your day?" "As always" she brushes it off.

"How was your's? Did you finally leave the house on your own?" she chuckles. You playfully hit her and you both laugh.

"I'll take that as a no" "Admit it you just want to get rid of me" you tease her. "Definitely not, but we still gotta talk" she replies, leaving you a bit concerned.

You follow her into the living room where Rhea is already sitting on the couch. "Dont worry it nothing serious" she chuckles as she sees you face.

You relax a little and sit down facing her. "I wanted to talk about what you plan for your future. Like, getting a job, maybe your own apartment.. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't mind you living here with me, I like having a roommate, really. It's just something I've been thinking about lately."

You look down on your lap fidgeting with you fingers. She's lying, she doesn't want you here. You're a burden! Your mind tells you.

Demi takes your hands in hers gently stroking them. "I mean it y/n, I like having you here don't worry about that" she calms you down.

You smile, "to be honest, I don't know what I want to do with my future.. I don't even know how to interpret my own feelings.."

"What do you mean by that?" Rhea asks. You sigh "there's someone I really like, I just don't know if it's in a platonic or romantic kind of way.."

"Ooh, do I know him?" Rhea smirks. You feel your cheeks getting red. "Naw, you're blushing. Is it.. Damian? She teases you.

" What? No.. I mean, he's a nice guy and everything but.. uh, never mind.." you say and get up. "Hey no wait. It does mind!" Demi pouts.

You pretend you didn't hear her and make your way to the bedroom. "Y/n! Come back here!" she shouts and runs after you.

"y/n!" she throws you onto the bed and turns you around so you look at her. She places herself on top of you and holds your wrists over your head just like you once did with her.

"Tell me now" she pouts and you laugh. "Fine.." you sigh "I won't tell you exactly who it is but.. It's not a.. him.." Rhea looks at you confused.

"Wait.. So it's a.. Girl?" you blush and nod. Rhea squeals from excitement "do I know her?" she asks full of enthusiasm.

"I will not comment on that" you say. "Ooh so I do" Rhea gets even more excited. She releases your wrists and sits upright on your hips.

You lean on your elbows to lift your torso off the bed and grin at her. It takes her a moment to realize but then it hits her like a brick on the head.

"Do- You mean me?!" "Of course I do, stupid!" you laugh before getting serious again.

"Listen Rhea, I know it might make you uncomfortable now, regarding the fact that you're straight and we sleep in the same bed at night and everything and-"

You're cut off by her kissing you on the lips. God how can someone have such soft lips! You're surprised but quickly return the kiss.

Demi pulls away and looks you in the eyes. "Remember when we were cuddling in bed and I told you I really liked you?" you nod "that's what I meant" she says and kisses you again passionately.

She cupped your cheeks earlier and you wrap your arms around her waist and torso pulling her closer. She deepens the kiss and a soft moan escapes your lips making her smile.

Oh my God how can somebody be this perfect. You both pull away to catch your breath and smile at one another. "I love you Demi" you breathe out. "I love you too y/n"

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And here's part 10 :) Let me now your suggestions etc and if you wanna be featured in the taglist

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[maehara-san]

Something about the unknown.

[a/n: something random, do please enjoy. 🪐]

"Do you still miss him?"

Resting your chin on your open palm you looked away, staying quiet to avoid a question you did not know the answer to yet.

"Come on," your friend grabbed the empty chair and sat down in front of your desk. "It's been a month (name)―"

Placing your hands on your desk you rised abruptly from your seat. "You don't know what it's like to care about someone who deeply hurt you." Looking at your friend you added, "Please stop asking me when you don't fully understand how badly I'm hurting right now."

Your friend sighed, their lips parted ready to argue against you but opted not to.

You walked out of your classroom with crossed arms in front of your chest. The halls filled with students that paid no attention to what you were filling, wishing that you too did not having anything to worry about.

As you turned the corner to head down the stairs you saw your ex with another girl, her arm wrapped tightly around his own. Happily flirting as if nothing he always had been single with no trace of an ex.

"It's hard seeing him like that isn't it?" A voice spoke one you recognized well.

Your eyes wouldn't tear themselves away from the two people down at the bottom of the stairs. An ache rising again, you moved your hand to the front of your chest and squeeze your shirt tightly. Your knuckles turning white, hoping it would reach your heart to stop it from beating and feeling that hole deepening inside.

"He moved on too quickly, don't you think you deserve better than that?" He stepped closer to you. "Someone like Bakugo isn't capable of caring about someone else. He never has, there's a reason why he got rid of you so quickly."

There was hesitation within you, but you didn't stop yourself from asking.

"Why?..."

"Bakugo only got what he wanted from you, if he truly meant what he said he wouldn't be locking lips with another girl knowing well his ex is watching."

Truth and behold, he was right.

But damn did it feel horrible needing to face reality. You wanted to keep the hurt locked away, far away from your reach. Anything to make the ache a little less hard than it really was.

Angrily you wiped away the tears that formed in your eyes again.

"I should have listened―" you sniffled, feeling hatred for him and yourself for not seeing how things really were. "Damn it... damn it all!"

"You shouldn't have to keep waiting for someone that won't ever come back." He said.

"I'd do anything... to make sure that would happen." You clenched your jaw seeing the way his hand went to grace your arm, delicately.

"My offer still stands." He reminded you, "I dislike people like him who feel entitled."

"I'm not going to use you, Shinso." You shook your head looking at him with a tear stained face. "I wouldn't be able to hurt you like that."

"Who said you'll hurt me?" He playfully smirked, "I know what I'm getting myself into remember? I'm the one who's asking you."

Before you were able to tell him anything, Bakugo stopped at the top of the stairs looking at you, as your eyes stared at his arm wrapped around her waist.

"Don't you have anything else to do than follow me?"

"Who said she was following you?" Shinso stepped forward, glaring at him.

"How more obvious and pathetic can she be huh?!" He raised his voice staring down at him then at you. "Get over yourself! I'm done with you. Move on with your life will you? You're just asking people to pity you."

Your hands formed into tight fists, all you wanted was to slap that ridiculous look off from him. Those red orbs were only haunting you each time you closed your eyes, you were done. You had enough of him being the shadow that lingered over you each time you decided anything for yourself.

Bakugo wasn't the same person you first knew.

He was an egocentric asshole.

"Fuck you." Your voice held venom. "I don't need to loom over you and your side chick, Bakugo. I won't ever cry again for someone who doesn't give a hell about anyone but himself."

Pressing his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip, chuckling dryly.

"You're just mad that I dumped you―"

"No I'm actually relieved now that thanks to Shinso I finally opened my eyes to see you're not even worth crying two years over."

Which of course ticked him off even more.

Shinso couldn't help but laugh, "Damn coming from someone like (name) who rarely gets mad at someone you really went hit rock bottom, Bakugo."

"Shut up you purple hair trolled!" Bakugo yelled getting ready to throw a punch at him when Shinso surprised him by hitting him instead.

He staggered back holding his nose, "Y―you damn bastard!"

"Bakugo!" The girl exclaimed, rushing over to his side and screamed seeing blood was dripping from his nose. "You're an animal!"

"You're going to pay for this!"

"How?" Shinso confidently questioned as he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you in. "You already lost everything you had gained. (Name) is mine and the only thing you have is well... that." He pointed at the chick next to him, "Not to mention in a real fight I'm pretty sure I'll be the one with less injuries."

"You're out here talking crap about me leaving you when you already with him!" Bakugo pointed at him. "You're a fucking hypocrite."

Shinso smirked, holding your chin with his thumb and index finger. He pulled you in quickly, taking you off guard as his lips connect with yours.

Your eyes widened, lips frozen as he you felt his soft plumps lips against your own. Slowly your eyes started to close and you began to copy his moves, kissing him back.

A noise of disgust could be heard but you didn't know if it was Bakugo's or the girl's.

You were too occupied by the way his hand moved down to hold the side of your neck, as his thumb rested on the bottoms part of your cheek.

He deepens the kiss, forgetting about the problem at hand. Shinso was already in too deep to pull away now, becoming addicted with the way you tasted, the way you felt.

Your hands came up to rest on his waist, ignoring the light of wariness in your brain going off. All you knew was that you didn't want to stop.

"What the hell is going on here?"

You breathed heavily as your lips parted from one another, seeing your teacher Mr. Aizawa standing there looking at the four of you.

"This fucking extra hit me that's what!" Bakugo yelled.

Shinso being the unbothered person he was responded with a monotone. "You're still here? I thought you would have left by now."

"You little!―"

Aizawa pulled Bakugo back away from Shinso and you.

"You're all coming with me." He announced, "Now."

"But he was the one who hit him first!―" the girl tried to put the blame on him but he ignored her.

"I don't care who started what." He sternly said looking back and forth at each of you. "You four are coming with me, you are equally to balme here."

"This isn't fair!" She whined.

He rolled his eyes and pushed them both to start walking.

"This is stupid!" Bakugo retorted.

Shinso and you made your way downstairs to the teachers staff room.

You were too flustered to even look at him or say anything, only complied with the directions that your teacher gaved you.

He of course noticed this and quietly slipped his hand into yours.

Looking down you saw his fingers were tightly intertwined with yours, and looked at him shyly.

Shinso offered you a soft smile, making you blush even more all the way to the staff room.

"Quite blushing, you look like a damn tomato." Aizawa said as he let you guys in first into the room.

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[apalapucian]

I'm sorry if this is a bit angsty🥹, but what about: “Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair.”

(update: it's up)

thank you! i know i meant to write drabbles for these but i want you to know that this spurred a (currently) 3,000-word monstrosity of a thing. i'm almost done, might publish it this weekend, but here is a snippet:

honestly, really, he wasn't going to hold her to the favor thing. but this party's getting more and more on his nerves by the second, and he's running out of hiding places, and his mum finds him again - like clockwork, like a hawk, like magic - behind the curtains behind the catering table -

"here he is, here he is," she singsongs, dragging him along like he's five, waving over yet another blonde girl from her never-ending throng of what she and his dad call (ever so fondly, so hopefully) prospects. "this is my son, james..."

- and james smiles politely at the fourth (fifth?) girl of the night, goes through the perfunctory motions of being auctioned off by your own mother. the girl is pretty. she's in a dress that's in james's least favorite shade of red -

and then, by some miracle, he spots her - over at the desserts table, champagne flute held out, deciding between macarons and cream puffs. an actual fucking angel.

"please excuse me," he bows out of there, stalking purposefully toward that corner of the giant ballroom.

"evans."

she looks up, a little startled. "potter," she greets back. she gestures her drink at the suit, the tie. "very handsome."

"you don't look so bad yourself," he returns smoothly. she's in navy blue, midnight sky of a thing. stars shifting every time she moved. james doesn't particularly care for blue most days; he supposes lily is just his favorite shade of everything.

they find a nearby table to sit at, and lily smiles at her small plate of sweets. james finds it stupidly endearing. he asks, "what are you doing here?"

"what are you doing here?" she echoes. "i didn't think i'd find someone my age here tonight. well, besides remus, but he couldn't make it."

james knows. it's just two days after the full moon. "um, it's my mum's party."

lily chokes on her macaron. "your mum? you fund my education?"

it clicks then. "you're a scholar?" then, "no, i don't fund it. jesus. it's a foundation."

"established with your resources."

"the family's. they also fund my education, technically." james shifts uneasily. "evans, listen, i need a big favor."

"for paying my tuition?" she teases.

"no - remember? you owe me?"

she straightens up then, like she's just been called to duty. "oh. yeah. okay, what do you need?"

"i need you to... pretend that you're my girlfriend."

lily's expression doesn't change, but he sees the slight bob in her throat.

"well, actually," james clarifies, "i need me to introduce you as my girlfriend."

"um. why?"

"no questions asked."

she exhales. "right. "

he feels guilty, then. "you can say no."

"i can?"

he laughs. "'no' is not a question."

"are you guys allowed to say no? you and the others."

"no, but you're a special case. the same rules don't apply."

"hmm. tonight? you need this tonight?"

in his periphery, he sees his mum approach, in graceful, gliding gold. in truth, evangeline potter is not as much of a menace as james paints her to be tonight. besides this recently developed incessant insistence for james to have a girlfriend - no, a fiance actually, which is very strange seeing as they're still in university - james doesn't have much else to complain about. "yes, tonight. in about - thirty seconds."

"okay."

"okay?"

"sure."

evangeline is intercepted by a group of pearl-clad aunties on her way to them, but lily's eyeing her now, too. she whispers to james, "are you sure you want this to be your favor? we'll be even after this."

"yes, i'm sure. why?"

"well, it doesn't really need asking questions much, for one. like, it's really easy to deduce why you need it."

"that's okay."

"for another..." but she doesn't finish. she just looks at him funny.

"what?"

"it's really easy," she admits, somehow looking both smug and sheepish. "i would have said yes to it as a normal, everyday favor."

before james can comment, before he can even think of one, evangeline reaches their table. she smiles brightly at them in greeting, and they stand up, lily sliding up to james and clinging on to his arm with both hands. it's really easy. she smells like blackberries and champagne and something else. i would have said yes. "mrs. potter," she says, sweet and affable, extending a hand, "it's so nice to finally meet you."

james's mother shakes lily's hand. "please, evangeline is fine."

"mum, this is lily," james says, voice suddenly a touch hoarse. "lily evans, my, um. my girlfriend."

evangeline raises an eyebrow at james, but not the unpleasant sort, and when she turns to lily she's positively glowing. "why then for you, dear, eve is fine."

the night is considerably less unbearable after that.

#listen it's not a fake dating au #this is terrible as a teaser #sorry #but !!!! the most important thing is that im writing again so thanks #jily #jily au #jily fanfiction #jily fic #jple #prompts #im almost done with it also so just stay put ok!!!

[lilpixielixie]

CHAPTER ONE: Delicate | hwang hyunjin x fem! reader

"This ain't for the best, my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me"

- Delicate, Taylor Swift

Summary: Moving to Seul wasn't something that Selene expected to do, but her broken heart and tired soul were craving for peace. She didn't even think too much about it: she simply saw an opportunity that would let her hide from the media and Hollywood for some time and took it. However, she will have to make a decision by the end of the year and she hopes that, when the time comes, the same world that was hating on her right now would forget everything. Maybe she wasn't meant to be an actress, but she was sure she wasn't meant to be loved. At least, that was what she thought before meeting an idol who wasn't treating her like a broken and pitiful person.

Words: 1.2k

Genre: actress!reader x idol!hyunjin, SLOW BURN, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (minors dni)

Warnings: none for this chapter.

Author's note: This chapter is pretty short because it's a bit of an introduction to the story. There will be only Selene, the female reader, and there is a mention of another kpop group which will be part of this story as side characters. Before you read this, you need to check out Selene profile and the series masterlist for more info!

Series Masterlist | Selene Profile

End of February 2021

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“We didn’t expect an actual reply after all this time” the manager in front of Selene admitted while looking at her hesitantly “but your manager told us your…hospitalization was coming to an end and you would reach to us as soon as you were out”

The girl was playing with her ring nervously while keeping a tight smile on her face “Yes, I apologize for the wait, I couldn’t use my phone or have any contact with anything related to work while I was there” 

The woman looked at her in a weird way - she still couldn't understand if they were judging her or pitying her - but didn’t comment on that. 

“Well, as your manager has already told you, we wanted to ask you if you could be one of the choreographers of our new boy group which debuted some months ago” she said, scanning some papers she had in front of her on the desk. The other two men, sitting at each side of the manager, hadn’t said a single word since she entered the door of that cold and pretty minimalist room. For being the company of the most famous kpop group they really saved money on the furniture. 

“You were an exceptional dancer for such a young age and your dancing challenge on tiktok went viral for months, really innovative” she continued “for these boys we wanted to assign not only the choreographers we worked with for years and trust, but also someone closer to their age and with your kind of creativity”

“I’m happy to hear that” Selene said with a little nod “I’ve never choreographed for anyone before, even when I was pursuing my dancing career” she admitted “I haven’t danced professionally or being in this kind of industry for the past six years and I was really young when I stopped; what I’ve been doing on social media was just really random”

The woman gave her a little smile “We are aware of your current career status, Miss Corti, it’s kind of impossible not to know your name right now” 

Selene turned red with embarrassment, mainly because she knew that they weren’t talking about her acting achievements. 

“That’s because it was meant to be a failure from the very beginning” a little voice said in her head. 

“Listen, Miss Corti” the woman said with a heavy sigh “your influence on social media and on the entertainment industry has been without doubt really significant since your debut. You were a natural at dancing and probably if you hadn’t suffered such a serious injury things would have gone very differently. Even though we know you cannot dance like that again, you still have those skills and those videos you posted prove it”

The girl didn’t say anything, she just stared at those boys’ manager expressionless. She didn’t like to think about the “what if” or being reminded of a dream that would never come true. 

“We thought that having you in the boys’ team of choreographers would have been a plus and helped them to gain fans and fame even in the western market” she spoke matter-of-factly “your name precedes you”

“But?” Selene asked even though her manager had already told her some details about this job offer. 

The woman pursed her lips as if she didn’t want to address the big elephant in the room “What happened last year between you and…well, we don’t have to talk about it, it must be something you don’t want to be reminded of considering the fact that you were hospitalized for six months” she cleared her voice “but your actions made our company rethink of offering you this position, but at the end we decided that it wasn’t something that would-”

“-not ruin your image, at least, not too much” she interrupted her with a sarcastic tone. 

The manager didn’t appreciate it. 

“Yes” she confirmed it “that’s why we reached out while you were still recovering. However, you can understand that things changed now” she smiled even though it didn’t reach her eyes “we didn’t except for all of this” she indicated her phone “to happen; you can clearly understand that we cannot associated the names of the boys with yours now that you’re in the middle of a controversy and your reputation is experiencing a downfall” 

“I get it, but you decided to see me anyways today; so you must still want my precious skills and natural talent” Selene pointed out using her sarcastic tone again. 

The man on the left coughed uncomfortably, the one on the right chuckled a little. The woman stayed unfazed. 

“Your name won’t be put anywhere: you will work with the other choreographers and the boys as we said before, but you won’t receive any credits. You will have to keep a low profile and, of course, don’t talk about this to the media, on your social media or to anyone who could leak this to the media. We know you’ve decided to take a break from your acting career and your manager told us you’ve also decided to disappear from public eye for some time, so we think this arrangement makes both parts happy”

“We will pay you double and we also wanted to offer you a place located not too far away from the company. At the beginning, we wanted to see your acting schedule so we could discuss your staying based also on the boys’ schedule, but with your break there isn’t any problem and we can provide you a visa for the a whole year if you accept”

“Ok, for me that’s fine”

Those words shocked the three people who were sitting across the table ready to coax the actress into accepting their offer. The girl looked back at them confused:

“What?” 

“You…you accept?” the man on the left asked, talking for the first time since the beginning of the meeting. 

“Well, I think moving to the other side of the world and working without being under the spotlight is exactly what I need now”

They still seemed pretty confused by how fast she accepted. 

“I’ve been credited for too many things in the span of two weeks, I won’t die if my name doesn’t appear in any kind of Enhypen’s choreography” Selene admitted with a shrug “and I really want to get as far away as possible from London for now”

The woman smiled, happy to have achieved her goal “That’s perfect, you can start from next Monday when you will meet the boys, they are…” she continued to speak over excited while asking the other two men to hand her the contract. She started to explain every single detail of her new job, but her mind started to drift away. 

She was sure her manager would take care of it. 

The voices turned into background noises and she started to think over her situation. Maybe this was the right way to depart from the stage she’s been performing on for the past five years so she could go back being an unknown face to the whole world. Maybe everyone will forget about her eventually. Then, she could finally live the normal life she left behind just because she wanted to be someone she had soon realized she couldn’t bear to be. At least, not anymore. 

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[2sleepyem]

Well, time for What Remains of Edith Finch headcanons !!

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When Calvin and Sam would get into fights and arguments Calvin would go into Barabras room while Sam would go someplace alone.

Calvin knew how to express his emotions, he'd cry, and talk to people about them, he was good with his emotions and would always express them a lot.

Sam didn't, he'd hide them, cover them up until he'd cry his eyes out and pull at his hair when he's alone. He always thought that he couldn't show them, that he had to be strong.

Sam would sometimes get into fights with his mom, they all ended badly.

Walter loves to hear stories about Molly, he'd ask Sven about what she was like, he always wanted to meet her.

Calvin once bit into a pumpkin while carving it, he lost a tooth, Sam thought it was a coolest thing ever, Walter was just concerned along with Sven, Edie didn't have much of a reaction, while Barabra was disgusted.

Gus would always make Dawn help him dye his hair, the first time they did they got red hair dye like everywhere, it looked like someone was murdered. All over the bathtub, Dawn's hands, some on her face, Gus had some on his head, face, and neck. Sam was flabbergasted.

Milton would draw the past family members a lot, he'd usually show his mom, whenever he'd draw Sam his mom would hold back tears.

Lewis is bi, he was afraid of coming out to anyone, but one day he came out to Edith and she was like " that's cool, are you trying to change the subject because I kicked your butt 5 times in this game?"

Gus knew he was different from others, after he (Dawn) dyed his hair, he'd paint his nails, Dawn would paint the left side. He'd dress differently and so on. Now that doesn't mean anything but he thought it did, he thought it meant something. Like he was trying to show himself. Sam would try not to flip out, he knew why Gus was doing all that, but he TRIED to ignore it and tell himself it was just a phase.

Sam is definitely FAR FAR FARRRR in the closet, he hated feeling like he wasn't normal, sometimes guys who were in the military with him would catch his eyes, and he'd immediately tell himself it wasn't right. There would be times when he was younger and would talk about girls to his brother and then it would lead into talking about guys, Calvin would be like in his mind ' damn my twin like men and women. Good for him. '

Barabra was almost like Sam, she of course liked guys, she was dating Rick, even if it was kinda just like him fanboying 24/7 and always being like 'child star blah blah'. She did love him, but, she always knew she was a bit different. Girls would catch her eye, she'd sometimes stare at a pretty girl for too long. She never told anyone at all.

Lewis is a sweetheart, a lovely guy, he always wanted a partner, to feel that kind of love, except he'd never know how to talk to anyone. He tried to talk to a girl once when he took Milton and Edith to the park, it was so bad they just left, Milton was laughing his ass off while Edith was confused.

When Barabra was born Molly was so excited, she helped her mom with everything, she'd play dress up, and much more. Molly was an amazing older sister.

EDIE AND SVEN ARE HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS

Sometimes Barbara would help her brothers with school work, Sam with math and Calvin with English, a lot of the time Walter didn't need help. Sometimes Walter would say he needed up just so he could hang out with Barabra.

Sam and Calvin are so so so nosy, they hear drama, fighting, or anything they'd listen to. Walter tells them they need to stay out of stuff but they never listened to him.

When Gregory was born, a few hours later Gus looked at his tired mother and father and asked " Can we dye his hair blue?" they didn't respond, Dawn just looked at Gregory and shook her head like a disappointed mom.

Dawn and Gus would sometimes look at Gregory play or something and be like "yooo.. We used to be just like him."

Sam would look at Gregory and sometimes he'd see Calvin, one time he started crying, Gregory was just a baby so he didn't know what to do, he put his little hands on Sam's face which made him cry some more. It ended up in him hugging Gregory and a few hours later they both fell asleep. Dawn took his camera and took a picture of it.

When Odin wanted to move his house across his sea Sven and Edie were like “ haha ur funny” but when they were actually doing it they were like “damn…"

Sam LOVED LOVED taking pictures, a lot of them were just stupid memories, he has a picture of Calvin moments before Calvin broke his leg, the hair dye incident, Barabra coming home from work looking tired, and much more

Barabra hated how her mother would always remind her that she could become a star again, it got tiring.

When Sanjay died Dawn felt lost, she thought maybe this was how Edie felt when Sven died.

Kay and Sam used to have a loving relationship, but after a while it went down hill, fast.

Sam had anger issues, PTSD, trauma, and stuff like that, especially after being in the military.

Edith always looked up to Lewis, she was his biggest fan, she once drew a really bad picture of him and her together when she was little that said "bset freinds!" misspelled and everything. Lewis kept it.

Sven surprisingly knew how to do and cut hair, he'd cut his kids hair from time to time or when they wanted it cut. Saved money.

When Walter lived underground Sam would visit him from time to time, try to make him come back up, he never would. Sam would say "now you're acting just like Calvin and I when you'd tell us to not me so nosy." Walter would just roll his eyes.

I'd like to think Christopher sees ghosts, just for the fun of it. Even though his mother is dead she's always with him, he gets to talk to his family members who died, it's scary yet nice.

Milton would sometimes annoy Lewis just because he could, there was one time Lewis kicked him out of his room but let him back in minutes later because he felt bad.

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That's all I have for now!!

#what remains of edith finch #wroef #walter finch #barbara finch #calvin finch #edie finch #lewis finch #sam finch #dawn finch #edith finch #milton finch #molly finch #sven finch #christopher finch #gregory finch #gus finch #kay carlyle #rick #sanjay kumar #odin finch

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Mysterious and Spooky 🖤🕷

can I request something like reader is a new student at Hawkins and they have a personality like Morticia Addams & Eddie falls in love with them immediately?

Requested by anon. 🖤 I hope you enjoy.

Some quotes are by Morticia and I've written them in a different font so you know what ones they are ❤

Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated! ❤🙂 I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

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Talk at Hawkins High School was rife about the new girl y/n. Half the students were fascinated by her and the other half were terrified.

Spooky, kooky and a little mysterious she joined Hawkins in October and set the gossip train alight.

The aura she held was one of confidence, she had a quick wit and entranced those who she met.

Fred had told a sceptical Nancy he was sure she was a witch. Nancy proceeded to call him an idiot.

Jason was torn between thinking she was hot and being seriously spooked out by her while Chrissy was an absolute sweetheart and befriended her straight away.

She walked right into the cafeteria on her first day composed and ignoring the talk that was amped up as she walked over to join Chrissy who had kindly invited her to sit at her table.

Talk ranged from her black knee-high boots, lacy black dress and spider earrings to what lipstick made her lips look that red to other ruder whispers.

"Why do you wear all black. Don't you own any other colours?". Stacy one of the cheerleaders whispered to her and Chrissy told her off for being so rude.

"Black is such a happy colour don't you think? Delightful even". Stacy blinks stunned and she smirks amused.

Well, she did ask.

"I prefer yellow, it's the colour of sunshine". Stacy retorted stifly and y/n looks at her aghast.

"Oh, how frightfully dull. You poor thing". Stacy stares at her stunned and y/n has enough of her gawking and turns away engaging Chrissy in conversation instead.

She was very unaware of the curly brown-haired boy who was gaping at her. If hearts could come out of his eyes they would.

As soon as Eddie spotted her for the very first time he fell in love. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

For the first time in a long time. He was rendered silent and practically floated over to the table she was at, dropping on his knee and gazing at her.

"Jesus H Christ, you're what I've been looking for all my life". She grins.

"So dramatic darling. I love it. My name is yn. What's yours?". She gave him her preferred hand and he kissed it gently.

"Eddie, Eddie Munson and sweetheart you are the queen in my dreams".

Y/n loved to listen to the rumours about herself, she particularly liked the one about her being a witch (She wishes) and that she liked to put a spell on unsuspecting suitors.

Ridiculous of course but the things people liked to believe were outlandish at times.

It could sometimes get annoying though, so she dressed all in black and liked to wear scarlet red lipstick, ruby red nail polish and loved all things spooky and macabre.

What was the big deal? Was she really the most exciting thing in this small town that was meant to be strange itself?

Of course, she knew about the rumours here, missing kid disappears for a week then comes back, spooky woods, possessions, a girl with superpowers that involved psychic abilities specifically telekinesis, monsters and secret experiments.

Just because half the town liked to keep their head in the sand others didn't. Her mother who loved all things supernatural and otherworldly just like she did had gotten all the gossip from her father who joined the police team.

One person whose attention she did love though was Eddie Munson. The minute they met it was like it was fated. Of that, she was sure of.

Speaking of which she spotted Eddie who was surrounded by his sheeples as he liked to call them - the freshman boys Dustin, Mike and Lucas.

"Hi, beautiful". He drops to his knees takes her hand and kisses it, trailing feather light kisses up her arm then pulling her in for a long passionate kiss.

The minute she met Eddie when he wandered over to where she sat with Chrissy on her first day she fell for him.

They had been joined at the hip ever since.

"How's my princess?".

"Oh, my love, this morning I looked out and it was so stormy, the lightning and thunder. The rain? All gloomy and wild, It is rather romantic don't you think? I love it"

He smiles indulgently and kisses her forehead. Others watched them as they passed but the two of them paid the people no mind.

Y/n cups his cheek as he watched her with reverence.

"I love you, my princess". He murmurs into her ear and she grins.

“You are dearer to me than all the bats in all the caves in the world. I love you to my love”

The three boys stared at each other used to how Eddie and y/n acted but sometimes they were caught off guard.

The two of them really were perfect for each other, soulmates if you will.

In this life and in eternal life too

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#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #spooky reads

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Chapter 3: Accusations

SEVENTEEN S.coups Series

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Summary: Your parents set up your marriage with someone you’ve never met. How was this going to turn out?

Word count: 1372

TW: Curse words

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The woman lunged at Seungcheol, she started to aggressively pull his hair, kicking & punching him while shouting “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!” “YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!” while crying. You were trying to pull her away with help from others. Once they got her off him, your dad called security to get her out. His mother followed her outside & spoke to her. Once she was back inside, she told you all that she had arranged for all of you to meet up tomorrow morning for brunch to sort this out. It was obvious this couldn’t just be ignored, a random woman who claimed that she was pregnant with your fiancé’s child had just crashed what was supposed to be your engagement party.

It was clear to everyone that the atmosphere of the party had been ruined so everyone just went home. The car ride back was awkward. No one spoke a word until you all reached your hotel room. There were a few whispers between Seungcheol’s parents & between your parents, but none of them spoke up. You didn’t want to talk to Seuncheol. Your mind was preoccupied thinking about the events that just occurred. Who was that woman & was what she said true

***TIME SKIP***

The next morning you all headed for brunch to meet up with the girl you met last night. She seemed a lot calmer today, but you could see her eyes were red & puffy, which meant she had been crying all night, which gave you a bad feeling. “So would you mind telling us who you are?” Seungcehol’s mother asked. “I’m Haneul. I had dated Seungcheol for almost 4 years, but then he just ghosted me & left me without any reason & when I found out I was pregnant, I had no idea of contacting Seungcheol but then I found out from a few friends about that you would be having your engagement party & I decided to come.." she said. You didn't know what to think. The entire time you spent with Seungcheol, he never seemed like the person who would just ghost someone, or get someone pregnant like that. "If everything is fine with me & if you can sort this out without me, I would like to leave, my work shift will begin in 15 minutes," the woman said, "Sure dear, go ahead. We'll sort this out & update you, don't worry," Seungcheol's mother said. With that, she bowed, took her bag & left. "So care to explain your side of the story?" you asked Seungcheol, it was clear you were annoyed with this whole situation. "Listen I know it may seem like I'm the bad guy in this situation, but I swear that's not what happened," he said with pleading eyes. "Then what is?" is mother questioned. "I did date her for a while, but I never told you because I didn't know how to introduce you to her & I knew you would have pressured me to marry her. & I didn't ghost her, I did break up with her, properly, I was to busy & I could sense she was cheating on me & my suspicions were confirmed when I caught her red-handed, cheating on me. But when I confronted her, she went psycho. She started crying & screaming at me. Begging me not to, saying that she regretted it & she would do anything for me to stay & make me forgive her & love her again. But when I still refused, she started throwing things at me. She had physically refused to end the relationship even though it was clear to everyone how it was crumbling. That's when & why I had to "ghost" her. Cause she didn't let me leave, & about her being pregnant, we never did anything. Even though she asked, I never agreed, which could be why she started sleeping around. But even if she was pregnant, I know that's not my child. I have no memory of sleeping with her unless she drugged me & did something, there's no way she's pregnant with my child." "Well this confusing," you said sighing, massaging your temples. "But if you never slept with her like you said, why did she cause a whole scene last night, screaming it was your child?" your mother asked, also confused with all this. "I have no idea," Seungcheol said getting frustrated at what was happening, "It's probably a baby trap," you said. "A what?" "A baby trap. It's when one person in the relationship causes a pregnancy, without knowing or the approval of the other. It's a way to get someone to be with you for good," "Well you can get out of this, with a simple DNA test of course, but that would mean waiting till the baby has come, to know" you said. "That would mean we'll have to postpone the wedding" both your moms said sighing. "I'll call Haneul & tell her to meet us again later in the evening to discuss this," his mother said. With that you all finished up your brunch & headed to you schedules for the day.

***TIME SKIP***

Later that evening you all got ready & headed to meet Haneul again. You had a feeling you'd have to get used to seeing her around often, which, if you were being honest, didn't thrill you at all.

At the restaurant, Seungcheol confronted her about what all he had told you earlier, to which she pathetically tried to deny it & kept insisting the baby was his, which made you roll your eyes at her. "Listen Haneul, I know that we never did anything together, that bastard was the only one that fucked you." he said angrily, "But Cheol it really is your baby!" the women kept pleading. She was starting to annoy you. "Listen I don't care what you say right now, once the baby is born we're getting a DNA test done. If it says I'm not the father, I'm going to marry my fiancé & you're going to leave us alone. But if it says I am the dad, don't expect us to get married, the most I'm willing to do is pay child support & have weekend visits with the child. But no matter what, even if I am the dad or not, the only person I'll be marrying is my lovely fiancé," Seungcheol said sternly. His words made a smile form on your face, it meant that he loved you enough to want to be with you for the rest of your life. You could see the women across you fuming in anger. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING YOU BITCH!" she yelled throwing a glass of water on your face. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" you yelled getting up. You were starting to grab the attention of everyone in the restaurant. Haneul came up to you & slapped you across your face, leaving a red mark of her handprint on your face. She was about to hit you again when Seungcehol hit her instead, "ENOUGH HANEUL!" he yelled. The waiter had called security, & they kicked her out after hearing from the other customers that she started getting physical first.

You all headed back to the hotel. By now your cheek was pretty red & a bit swollen. Once you got back to your shared room with Seungcheol, he went to the bathroom & got a towel & wrapped it around an ice pack & pressed it on your cheek. "Seungcehol, what would you actually do if you were the father," you asked him. "Exactly what I told at the restaurant Y/N. I love you & only you & no one is going to change that," he said. You were shocked, he just said he loved you, before you could process anything, his lips were on yours. It took you a few seconds to melt into his touch. Your arms found their way around his neck & his around your waist. The kiss kept getting deeper & then one thing led to the other. & That night Seungcheol made sure you knew you were the only girl he loved.

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This has been in my drafts for days😭I had the plot but didn't have the words to actually write it but I finally managed to finish it at like around 2 AM. I really wanted to post it this week since I was getting tired of seeing it in my drafts for so many days. I was litreally half asleep when i wrote the ending so I hope it wasn't to bad😭🙏.

Also I'm thinking of making a tag list for this series as well. Lmk if anyone is interested. & like always my requests are open💌

#joshua #seventeen #carat #scoups #jeonghan #jun #hoshi #woozi #the8 #dk #mingyu #wonwoo #vernon #dino #seungkwan #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen ff #svt #seventeen scenarios #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen scoups

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i cant look away from your sad deku au and my soft little heart wants him to get a hug from someone so bad even though i know the way uve written him makes him shy away from genuine displays like that. i cannot imagine what it takes to hide a smoking habit that long so even ur fwb-assistant didnt know. the boy needs to grieve mint oh my fucking god thank u for the heartache /pos

Assistant knew about the cigarettes a WHILE before they started having sex. reader's the only one who knows tho!

sad deku au

You don't know why you came tonight. You knew the invite was just a nicety, pity from someone who didn't want you to feel excluded, but now you're standing on a stranger's porch, listening to the party continue without you. By this point, you're used to it; proximity to Deku comes with a lot of these faux invitations, thinks meant more to impress him than include you.

But here you are, alone as groups of friends chatter along inside. It's like you're 18 again, excluded from the popular kids at prom once again. You take a long drag from your cigarette. After this, you'll go home, no goodbyes necessary.

Just as you pull your jacket closer, the reason you came pops out from the door, all smiles and kind eyes.

"I was worried you left," Deku says softly, closing the door as softly as he can behind him. He's dressed more casually than you've ever seen him, a stark contrast to the dress you had chosen for tonight. "Can I bum one off of you?"

You take another drag. "No."

He approaches you anyway, hand shoved into his pockets. His arms are tensed, triceps taut as he shivers, bulged against the cropped sleeve of his tee. It makes you think of the girl that was hanging on to them earlier and your stomach flips with an emotion you don't want to face.

"Enjoying the party?" you ask as nonchalantly as you can manage.

He leans in close enough you think the cherry will burn him, forehead practically against yours. He exhales with the weight of the world, a stark contract from the placid smile he's pinned to his cheeks.

"Not really."

You pluck the cigarette from your mouth and turn it towards him. With a gentle obedience, he takes it, lips pressed against your fingertips as he inhales. He's warm, hotter than the embers and ash that crumble between you. When he releases and you pull away, he stays there, much closer than a boss should be to his assistant.

"Go back inside, Izuku." You place a hand against his chest and tell yourself you're going to push him away. "Your girlfriend's going to be looking for you."

Izuku watches you with those, sad, sad eyes, red rimmed around the edges from lack of sleep. He'll never tell you what he's really thinking, but as his eyes flicker to your lips, you have an idea for what could be going through his mind.

"Okay," he lets his hands -which you hadn’t even realized had found your waist- drop to his sides, "You're right- Camie. My girlfriend."

You love how he says her name. Camie, Camie, Camie: like it means nothing to him. She dazzles everyone in the room and yet her boyfriend seems indifferent; you’d feel bad if it didn’t fill you with such glee.

“Hey,” Izuku says suddenly, “How do you feel about Camie?”

You start towards the stairs, heels crunching in iced over snow. “Why does it matter what I think?”

He doesn’t respond, but you feel him there, watching your back as you leave, waiting for something, anything-

At the edge of the top step, toes over the edge, you relent. “I think Camie really loves dating Deku.”

Izuku finishes the thought you were afraid of. “But not Midoriya.”

You throw the butt down and crush it beneath your heel.

“Goodnight, Izuku.”

And with that, you go home. He texts you a couple hours later, just after 2am, with two quick sentences.

-I broke up with her.

-I’m on my way.

You unlock the front door.

#sad deku au

[sequestered-song-skirmish]

Round 3 Poll 13

Use My Fkn Pronouns：　「I first met Allegra on the bus in 8th grade. I thought they were cool, but I didn't approach them for a couple months because I couldn't figure out if they were a boy or a girl. When I finally did talk to them, they told me they were nonbinary and explained what that meant. They asked me why knowing their gender was so important to me that I was afraid to talk to them, and that question spurred a series of epiphanies that lead me to who I am today.

The conversation moved on. We giggled about how mad their mom was that an *allergy medication* of all things used the same name just a couple years after she had her baby. They told me that they were a guitarist and that someday they were gonna be a rockstar. I said that when it happens, people will finally think of the musician first and not the medication, and we cheered.

Being openly gay and trans in a red state is fucking daunting now, but it was even moreso a decade ago. Allegra was *the* out queer kid in our class. Having the grit to withstand that kind of social abuse while remaining a goofy and deeply kind person speaks to their character. They used their music to carve out a precedent for the classes below us: showing them a queer person can be out and well-liked and successful while still having personal boundaries. Even here.

Next month they'll be onstage performing at the biggest music festival in the state. The song I submitted is the flagship single from their second album. It's about how tiring it gets to have to ask for simple respect all day every day. It's at about 3,600 some streams on spotify now, which puts it above the stream limit. (I submitted Windmill, a personal favorite of mine off the same album, as a backup.)

I think Use My Fkn Pronouns should be included in this bracket because it represents my friend standing on a stage and singing out to thousands of people, in the face of a government that is actively trying to erase them, that their life and experiences have value. They're gonna stand up there and BE the role model we needed when we were kids, and they're gonna fucking rock while they do it.

Even if it doesn't win, I want everyone to know that I am so, so proud to be their friend.」

Fang into Vein：　「okay listen.

Not only is this a chilling and beautiful song about vampires (the way he sings "it means nothing to me" the first time?! HOLY SHIT) it also is by someone so fantastic I don't have words for it.

So he is a Trans Elder TM, he is iconic for many reasons but most of all because he transitioned publicly in his mid 40s after having an established career and EXPLAINED THAT HE IS A CHANGELING, that a faerie had lived his life for him under a glamour while he the real boy had been kept in faerieland! It's the best metaphor of all time and he has stuck to it for 15 years no matter how much it baffles cis people. Also he is kind and thoughtful and if he were a spiritual leader I would follow him. Might be too popular for this bracket but this song only has 1.7k plays on youtube (I can't check spotify because I don't have a computer)... so, thank you for your consideration!」

#good luck on this one everyone #poll #allegra hernandez #alexander james adams #underground music #lgbtq #Youtube

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the sea around us; chapter thirteen

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 1.6k

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~Rafe's POV~

"Rafe, bro, I am so god damn serious right now if that wasn't my sister I would've thrown one your way, man." Kegs says to me, lighting up a j as we stand in the parking lot of the theatre, leaning against my bike and watching the screen burn and smoke and ash fly into the sky.

"Yeah, I get that." I respond, holding my hand out for him to pass it to me.

"What's up with her now, anyways?" He asks, taking a hit before passing the joint over. I take a drag as well before answering.

"She's staying at John B's." I answer, blowing the smoke out of my lungs.

"I figured that much." Kegs chuckles. "I meant more what's happening between you guys."

"Oh, yeah, uh.." I take another hit and hand it back. "Not fully sure, man, to be honest." I lie, avoiding eye contact as I hand him his weed back. It's not completely a lie. I mean, I know in my gut that I want to be with her. She's all I've been able to think about for a while now, even before I offered her a ride home on the night of the storm, but Snowy had never looked twice at me before then, I just don't know what she wants. Or how she feels. I just know that it took everything in me to leave her standing behind the burning screen as she cried over what we did to her friends. Fuck- it makes me sick remembering how she watched me walk away, the way her long, red hair hung down in front of her, and her cute little shorts. I need to stop. I just need this high to kick in so I don't think about it anymore.

"Really? 'Cause that's not what that video of you guys making out at Kelce's made it seem like." Fuck.. Someone filmed that? I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "I don't think I need to mention what I'll do to you if you hurt her."

"Yeah, man, of course. I wouldn't do that." I mumble.

"Dude, I'm serious. You haven't had a serious girlfriend the whole time I've known you." Kegs laughs and I shrug.

"I've just never had a nice girl." I chuckle.

"Snowy is nice." Kegs says, nudging me. "Listen, I'm not trying to scare you. You know that. I just don't want her to be another chick you hit and quit. She deserves better." I know that. She deserves better than me at my best, honestly.

"I agree." I tell him. "I don't know what she's doing hanging out with those pogues anyways." I say, in attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah, I mean, she thinks they make her happy." He shrugs. "She doesn't get that in the long run, like, she won't want to live on the cut forever. She'll marry that JJ kid and stay at her three jobs until the day she dies, funding his drug addiction." I feel my teeth grinding just at the thought of that. She deserves everything. I want to give her everything. I'm being crazy- I hardly know her, yet.

"Listen, I better dip. I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask, grabbing my helmet and straddling my bike.

"Yeah, of course man." Kegs nods, handing me the j for one last hit before I leave. I take it, then pull my helmet down and start my bike. Snowy wouldn't want me to drive high. I find myself pushing those kind of thoughts out of my head more and more.

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I get home, and my dad has this great idea, more like demand, that I invite Snowy to Midsummers this weekend as my date, obviously to keep up appearances. I love that idea, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it, but I didn't want to put her out of her way, and I couldn't imagine she would want to come. Especially after she just hardly forgave me for what we didI don't have much of a choice now anyways.

I'm on my way home from the gym, and I see her old, beat up car parked outside the coffee shop she works at. Now is a better time than ever, I suppose. I park outside and sit on my bike for a minute after I take off my helmet, looking inside through the window. I don't see her, but I don't see anyone else either. It's perfect.

I take a deep breath before I get off, putting my helmet on the back and approaching the door. My hands already feel sweaty. Gross. I wipe them on my shorts and then look at my reflection in the glass, quickly making sure my hair looks okay before I open the door and walk in.

"Good morning, what can I get for you?" Snowy asks as she walks out from the back, customer service voice in full swing. She has her hair up in a ponytail that looks like it could fall out at any minute, and wearing these leggings that hug her curves perfectly. She is so pretty. She wipes her hands on her apron, since they're dripping wet. She was probably doing dishes- I feel guilty for interrupting.

"Iced Caramel Macchiato please." I say, trying to mimic her from when she ordered those for us the other day. She looks up, her face relaxing into a more genuine smile. It is so contagious.

"Oh, hey." She says, reaching down and clicking a few buttons on the register. "Just get back from the gym?"

I laugh slightly, gesturing down to my clothes. "How could you tell?"

"Just a guess." She shrugs, walking over to the espresso machine.

"So, uh, I needed to talk to you about something." I say, and she hums back in hesitant acknowledgment as I rub the back of my neck. I'm sweating like crazy- it's hot in here for it being before 8 am. "There's this thing this weekend, kind of a big deal apparently, and I was wondering if you would be okay with going with me?" I internally cringe at the way I said that. God- that probably made no sense.

"Midsummers?" She asks, pausing making the drink to look up at me. I'm getting butterflies in my stomach, just looking at her brown eyes.

"Yeah, that. My dad is getting some sort of award or something." I explain. "So? What do you think?"

"Uhm.." She pauses, clearly thinking. Great. I screwed this up with her already. Of course, I saw this coming- she should still be mad at me. "I would love to, I really would, but I don't think I'd be welcome there. Besides, I don't own anything even remotely appropriate to wear." She replies, with a nervous-sounding laugh.

"If you're my date, you'll be welcomed. Besides, my dad wants you there." I tell her, smiling despite how anxious I'm feeling.

"Ward? He specifically requested that I come?" Snowy raises her eyebrow at me, getting back to working.

"As a matter of fact he did- I can tell you don't believe me, but he loves Kegs, and he wanted me to bring someone to keep up appearances, since he's the guest of honour or whatever." I say, immediately hearing how bad that sounded. "Not like- fuck, that sounded bad. Not like I don't want you there." I laugh nervously. "I do want you there, and so does my dad. There. That's what I meant to say." This is humiliating. I'm waiting for her to laugh in my face- even though I know she would never do that. She's too kind.

"Okay.." She nods, placing my drink up on the counter in front of me. "I still don't have anything I could wear. I just don't want to embarrass you. I'm sorry. Maybe ask one of Sarah's friends? I'm sure they would be all over you." She jokes.

"That's the easiest problem to solve." I dismiss her comment. "I've got it. Here.." I say, pulling out my wallet and digging around for the bills I'm looking for.

"Oh my god, Rafe, no. I seriously can't let you give me any money. I can borrow something from Kie, maybe. I'll sort it out. I'd love to go." Snowy says quickly, shaking her head at me. She is so cute.

"Okay fine, then this for my drink." I say, placing eight hundred's on the counter. She just looks at me, as if to say 'come on, seriously?' and that makes me laugh.

"Your drink is free." She replies, crossing her arms. "On me."

"Oh, thank you. How sweet. Then that's a tip." I grin, pointing at the cash and she rolls her eyes.

"I'll pay you back, Rafe." She sighs, picking up the money and folding it before putting it in her pocket. "Thank you." Snowy says honestly, looking back up at me.

"Don't worry about it. I really want you to come." I say as I pick up my drink. "Can I pick you up from John B's at 3 and you can get ready with Sarah? That's a thing girls do, right?" I laugh, totally unsure. I've just seen that in movies.

"Yeah, totally." Snowy laughs, leaning her elbows on the counter. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too." I smile, taking a sip of my drink. "This is good, I need to come while you're working more often, Juliette." I tease her, reaching down and flick her name tag.

"Oh my god, ew. If you keep calling me that I'll get you banned!" Snowy laughs, swatting my hand away.

"I gotta run, but I'll talk to you later?" I suggest and she nods.

"Of course. Thanks again, Rafe." She says as I wave and start to head for the door.

"Oh, and one condition on me paying for your dress," I say, turning as I walk back toward the door. "Send me pictures of everything you try on." I wink, seeing her roll her eyes.

"Bye, Rafe." She giggles, waving me off. I don't know when I stopped feeling nervous, but I leave feeling much better than I did when I walked in.

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A/N; Bet y'all didn't see his POV coming lol I hope you liked it though! I tried my best but as always feedback is appreciated :) -R

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