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suguruplsr · 4 months

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I’m always on your time

Summary ✰ A mini story, in which, you happen to catch feelings for your fuck-buddy, Gojo Satoru, who just so happens to have a girlfriend you didn't know about until... however, someone's there to pick you up when you're falling. Geto Suguru.

,, gojo satoru x fem! reader x geto suguru , depictions of sexual/suggestive themes , mentions of alcohol usage , light choking + manhandling + spanking + dirty talk , angst w/ comfort + fluff , satoru is kinda shitty + reader (in the past)

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based on the song, 77 degrees, by mariah the scientist

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it was last august when you and suguru had sex for the first time.

he had come over to your apartment to fix your shower head, after hearing your pouty voice on the phone, complaining all about needing to take a nice hot shower after a long day.

and who was he to not help?

it was definitely worth it. first, he was greeted with sight of your tired form, wearing a skimpy t-shirt and some shorts you probably threw on. of course, the whole time he tried to be respectful, you just kept getting so close, holding onto his arm while you led him through your home as if he wasn’t already familiar with it. he even tried to ignore the way you pulled his arm, so close, that it laid right between those beautiful breasts of yours.

all the while, you looked up at him with that cute innocent act, whining about the troubles at work you had been facing that day. but he knew from the way you bit your lip just from some little teasing, you were hoping to reward him with something other than money…

and suguru? he gets what he wants. falling into your seductive act before pinning you to the door of your bedroom and asking one simple question..

“you want this?” suguru whispered. his body towered over your smaller form, eyes admiring your doe and delicate form. it was the best way to examine how the emotions in your body reflected across your face. like the way your lips parted slightly, as if you were eager to say yes. he wouldn’t have minded though. he loved catching your not-so-hidden glances, lingering touches and subtle flirting that you two had shared over the few months. if anything, it turned him on, knowing how much you longed for him, and finally giving him a sign to make his move after all that time.

the pause between you is only resumed by your sigh, “yes. please suguru.” and he chuckles, a hand wrapping around your neck and traveling to your chin as he steals away your lips. and your legs wobble from how intimate his hand placement is. the way his hand tightens, like a way of telling you that he's taking you. his lips don’t stop, hungrily leaving traces around you as you two stumbled into your room. you had always liked his blunt attitude, going for what he wanted without question.

that day, it was you.

suguru wasn’t one to play around. well, not all the time.

he was never shy in showing how much he cared for you, whether it was picking you up from your girl nights, even when you’re giggling and flirting with him drunkenly while he’s scolding you for almost making him crash, or giving you monthly baths, your bathroom filled with aromas of your choice as his rough hands would treat your skin with the utmost delicacy.

he wouldn’t think twice about kissing you deeply if you ever got jealous when a woman, sometimes men, would come up and ask for his number, completely ignoring the lady by his side. the lady he’s so enamored with. his hand would find it’s natural place on your neck, murmuring something about already having a girl while pulling you closer. and he’d steal away your breath and thoughts before you can even bother thinking about the person in front of you two.

suguru made you feel safe, and he knew that. he knew it when you’d always find yourself by his side no matter what. your arm usually tucked under his while you clinged onto him in public outings. usually, the only time you would ever let yourself be apart from him was when you were around people you both equally knew. so he never had to worry.

whenever you’d get all bubbly and wasted with a bottle in your hands, suguru would be right there beside you. either taking away the drink from you or deciding to just be extra watchful of you, but letting you drink to your heart's content. during that time of your life, you were fighting to get through a bit more in life, working at a bad fast food establishment, along with private matters in your family. he knew how overwhelmed or stressed you could get. so he didn’t mind letting you have your moments.

honestly, you appreciated how much he took care of you, how he supported you and guided you, even during your tough times.

it was the middle of october, when he went on a small family vacation that lasted for about two weeks. yea, you two talked still, face timing and checking up on him, even having a conversation with his mom excitedly when she told you about the few things suguru have said about you.

but, that’s probably where things went downhill.

you had gotten fired from your job, which forced you to spend a lot of time doing side hustles throughout the days so you could pay your bills. suguru would help out sometimes, but you always reminded him that he had a life of his own to take care of, even if you were a part of it. to which he respectfully took a step back, but still assisting you from the sidelines, helping you look for good jobs and such. he was the one who told you about the cafe downtown.

and eventually, they hired you. after getting used to it, you immediately asked for more hours, which they granted. and.. the time between you and suguru slowly became less.

he’s a family man, and you don’t mind that. you just didn’t have the time to go with him when he spent time with his family over the holidays, going out to the country with them while you went through a routine of work and sleep, all while working for a new house, car, and a better, comfortable, living condition.

then came january, where you slipped out of his fingers like it was nothing.

suguru felt.. bitter. sipping on his margarita as he watched you and satoru interact.

everyone decided to hang out together on valentine’s day since they were all quite lonely, taking up a nice bunch of space in the buffet restaurant and dining with drinks in hand.

nanami was listening to haibara’s jokes while utahime and shoko laughed at some of them, sometimes getting up together to go pick out a few desserts. and of course, you and satoru, lost in your own little world with an undeniable tension everyone could probably feel as you two giggle and fed each other. way too touchy for suguru’s liking.

but he won’t say anything, not when you look so happy with another.

at that time, he accepted that perhaps he missed out on his chance, and that satoru swooped you up with a swiftness he could never compare to.

so suguru didn’t bother bringing up the past, and you didn’t either. but fuck, he wishes it didn’t hurt so much when you two, somehow, fell back into your boring old friendship. acting as if what happened last year was nothing.

“suguru…” you sigh, fiddling with the leather pocket of your purse as the dark haired man waits for your explanation. after he had found you in your car, he forced you to sit in the passenger’s seat.

always the gentleman.

“don’t you think i deserve to know? i even stayed silent for your sake while you messed around with my best friend. shit, he didn’t even ask you out, came and went just like you did huh? i promise you i would’ve.” he scoffs, tone lower in disappointment with his last sentence. and you feel like an even deeper hole has formed in your heart, like something’s carving into you. “i… i hate to say it like this, but we didn’t have a title, suguru. and when you were gone, i was busy focusing on myself—“

“sure as hell didn’t seem like it.”

“suguru.”

your puffy eyes narrow at the man, who only shrugs, glancing over at you with a look that just screams, “am i wrong”. you shake your head, collecting your thoughts and words as the red light flickers green, suguru’s large arm raising up to the wheel again.

“i was busy, like i said. y’know, working for money and we weren’t seeing each other as much anymore..and me and satoru just.. happened.” there wasn’t anything else to say. but you didn’t have the confidence to say that aloud when he waited expectantly. “and i don’t think i deserved to suddenly find out my best friend was fuck buddies with my girl. hearing all about you from a guy who doesn’t even know you like i do. did he even fucking know? know about us?” suguru scoffs, and it makes your heart flutter when he still claims you as his, yet you know.

you know you shouldn’t be feeling like this.

“no. i just.. i got attached, suguru. and i feel bad for what i did to you. but you never brought up.. us. so i just.. i let be. i was too scared.” your voice wavers, staring down at your lap with tears threatening to leave your eyes. you don’t get to do this.

“you don’t get to cry— not about this. i admit, there was miscommunication and distance. but it’s fucked up and you know it. and maybe you finally understand how i felt, when i had to sit and watch you two act all comfortable n’ shit, as if i wasn’t in his shoes before. you two didn’t even bother hiding it.” suguru’s stern, but his hand clenched tightly on your wheel cover, looking in the corner of his eye at how you nod your head, without even looking at him. you search for your glove box, quickly finding the tissues you keep in there and dapping away the tears that trailed down your face.

suguru sighs, voice softer as he keeps his eyes on the road. as angry as he is, he knows he can try, you two, can try. as much as he didn’t deserve to go through that pain, he doesn’t have the heart to watch your broken one swallow you whole. “we’re gonna talk this out at my house. okay?” you nod again in response, sniffling. “nu uh. speak baby. i gotta know you’re listening.” you purse your lips, looking up at him and studying the gentle expression on his face. “okay suguru.” you murmur, and his hand reaches over, giving a reassuring squeeze on your thigh.

you don’t deserve this.

your hand runs through the black strands of hair that brushed your stomach. you two were naked after spending your evening together. you and suguru talked about each other's feelings over a dinner that he cooked, deciding that you two would try again. what bothered you was that he didn’t ever question what you felt for satoru, and you didn’t either.

maybe it was the attention that attracted you towards the white haired man, something you had lost from suguru at some point. but it was suguru’s love that yanked you away and pulled you back into his arms.

you let suguru make love to you that night.

and here you two are now, basking in the afterglow with his head laying on your stomach, probably tired but knowing you two should clean up soon before you pass out.

as much as you love the familiarity of your warmth mixing with his, you’re scared, again. what if there’s still feelings for satoru, it hasn’t even been a full day. surely there’s leftovers. even if he’s clearly moved on, perhaps you haven’t. and that’s probably why you’re scared, you realize. but at the end of the day, it’s not about satoru.

you look at the man lying comfortably on top of your lower half, his lips that placed kisses on your belly slowed down, his breathing too. and you worry that you’ll probably have to wake him up now. you most definitely don’t want to awake on wet sheets in the morning. “suguru. c’mon..” you mumble, patting his head and making him groan, groggy. “not asleep.” “you’re about to be. i can tell.” his deep sigh makes you smile, watching as he shifts from his oh so favorite spot.

at the end of the day, what if you can’t give suguru what he deserves?

“that guy over there has been staring at you, isn’t he haibara’s friend? i think he’s sitting with someone..” your co-worker points at a figure in the corner of the cafe. your eyes follow, and you can see suguru already waving, giving you a charming smile to which you return. “yea, he’s also a friend of mines.” your smile must’ve been too dreamy for her to brush it off, giggling and looking at you suggestively. “of course~ he’s waiting for his favorite waitress isn’t he?” and you scoff, cheeks hurting, trying to form into a grin that you hide as you walk away.

suguru studies your flushed expression as you walk over, “i’ve always wanted to see you in that get up. you make it look cute.” you cringe, about to comment on the hideous yellow and orange waitress outfit that had an even more ridiculously short skirt that made you wear tights for comfort. however, you notice satoru who sat across from suguru in the booth. his presence makes you stop for a moment, but you stay level headed. “oh please. would you two like anything?”

suguru is the first to speak up, “a strawberry shortcake scone with an iced mint latte please. maybe a few kisses while you’re at it?” his words make you roll your eyes, flustered from how shameless he’s being at your workplace. “don’t make me get security.” you joke. you two banter a bit, oblivious to how satoru watches you two interact. it’s so casual between you two, as if he can see the natural connection between you two.

the slight bubbly feeling in his chest almost makes him forget about the women he was just texting.

“geez you two, make out while you’re at it.” satoru whines. “as long as she consents.” suguru winks, and you have half the mind to grab that menu out of his hands and bonk it on his head. “anyways, do you want anything satoru?” as you wrote down his order, satoru watched the way you smiled at a few of suguru’s sidebar comments, even letting him place a small kiss on your hand before you left.

surely his best friend wouldn’t be pinning the girl he... what were you two?

it’s the beginning of september, a fresh month and a fresh you. ever since what happened a few weeks ago, you and suguru have been better. spending time at each other's houses and going on dates every weekend. it’s nice, new. you figure satoru buried his past with you, but since you’re doing better, you don’t let that fact get the best of you. you even got to hang out with his girlfriend a lot more, she’s a true sweetheart in your eyes, but you did find out she was his ex, someone you had only heard about last summer and never got to meet. but they recently got back together over the summer..and it makes you wonder if satoru…— no. he wouldn’t. you hope.

however,

you and suguru are currently making cupcakes at your house. well.. the sweet desserts inside your oven were forgotten as you two ate some of the frosting suguru brought instead. an odd choice yes, but vanilla icing is just so good. good thing suguru had gotten two extra cans.

“you’re taking all of it!” you huff, stealing away the spoon in suguru’s hand, and he scoffs, watching you eat up the white icing coating it with a smile gracing your lips. “maybe you should’ve thought twice before trying to hide it— oh look at you.” he snickers when you make a visible expression of discomfort as you feel a shiver run through your body. sometimes too much sugar isn’t the answer.

“hush.” although, you savor the sweet delight, humming in happiness and licking your lips. tasty. but suguru’s eyes are stuck on the way white still staining your lips, the muscle of your tongue lolling and fuck. he’s already hard, imagining your how your tongue always rolls around the head of his dick before you take him in your mouth.

his gold-like eyes darken, silently grabbing the can and spoon from your hands, setting it aside despite your cute confusion. “got somethin’ right here.” he mumbles, stalking closer until you’re pressed against your counter, looking up at him as his hand holds your chin, thumb wiping some of the icing on the corner of your lips.

heat rushes to your face as you feel the tent in his pants pushing on your thighs, your eyes trying to dart everywhere but his. suguru cocks his head, smiling and leaning closer. “what’s wrong sweetheart?” he coos. “suguru..” you try to find your words, but he’s already kissing you, humming at the taste of icing on your bottom lip and nipping at it. “sug. i can feel you.” you whisper against his lips, only fueling the rising feeling in his body as he holds your neck up to him. “yea?”

“mhm.”

before he can pinch those perked nipples of yours, you two begin to smell the burning of your cupcakes. “wait— oh my god.” you push him away gently, and he groans in response, but hands you the mittens on the table besides him. “well?” “they might be a bit.. crunchy?” you chuckle, pulling out the muffin pan you used for the cupcakes. setting it on top of the stove, you swat away suguru’s hands when he tries to touch one. “i just took them out!” “aw you care?” you ignore his teasing with a shake of your head, smiling and taking off the mittens.

“wanna watch a movie while they cool down?” you turn away, walking into your living room with a stretch and suguru follows, with something in his hands. “not what i was thinking of sweetie. i still need some.. help.” and you turn to see him walking closer with a smug smile, the can of frosting in hand. “please? i’ll even let you put icing on it— okay don’t get too damn happy.”

maybe you did get too caught up in the luscious taste of icing, and something else, unable to hear the periodic pings of your phone.

you and suguru honestly thought it clear to everyone that you two were dating, sure, whether or not you guys are in an actual relationship was your business to be discussed, but you two were no secret.

well, satoru may have been the only one in the dark. or just, oblivious?

you aren’t sure, but trying to flirt with you at the club in front of suguru spoke volumes to all of you. and unfortunately, to his girlfriend whom he was on a “break” with. you learned two things tonight, that satoru was a shitty boyfriend to her.

and that suguru can hate satoru sometimes.

“can’t even think about that fuckin’ loser right now huh? too full of cock?” suguru scoffs, voice laced with annoyance as he presses the arch of your back. you were stuffed with his thick cock, his pelvis flush against your ass with your head deep in his sheets. but you make an, ‘uh huh!’ sound, making him grit his teeth as he slides out a bit. “thought so. he’s a damn idiot ain’t he? tryin’ to get my girl, heh.” suguru holds your hips tight as he angles his cock inside you, giving harsh thrusts while spanking your hot and marked ass.

you’re adorable like this, clutching whatever you can and taking what he gives you with your dumbed out mind. “mhm! only yours sugu~” your moan is muffled, but it was loud enough for suguru, his hands pulling you back to make sure you meet his thrusts, his mushroom tip practically fighting your cervix. “sure are mama. gonna let me cum in you? gotta send a nice lil present to him so he knows, yea?”

but through your mushy mind you comprehend his words, lifting up your head and trying to push him away with your shaky hands. “w-wait.. sugu! what about his girlfriend, she might see!” you whine, tears slipping down your face from how good he fucks you, but he stops. and you think he plans on hearing you out but he only flips you over.

shit.

still, you can’t get over his disheveled state. suguru’s so attractive, breathing heavily and biting his bottom lips as he slides back into the home of your cunt. his long black hair was slowly slipping out of the rushed bun he put it in, some strands tickling the skin of your legs as he raised them onto his shoulders. “won’t be a problem hun. sure she probably dumped his ass for good.” you give a breathy chuckle, only for it to turn into a mewl as he fills you up to the hilt and leans down.

“tongue.” he mumbles, and the second you stick out the muscle, he’s intertwining it with his, your saliva connecting and strings of spit forming as he then finally kisses you. you never knew what his obsession was with the nasty act. but it always makes you clench tight around him. you moan against his lips as he slowly rocks into you, a hand squeezing one of your tits while his arm keeps him upright. “won’t go anywhere right? you’re my girl— my girlfriend.” he whispers, and his eyes, despite showing the deep irritation he felt from earlier, you could see the affection they held. “yea, i’m your girl.” you mutter and he soon seals it with a kiss. you swear you can feel the smile on his lips.

you don’t know what he deserves, it isn’t your choice after all. but the least you can do is give him what you both want.

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gojosatoruwifey · 11 days

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ㅡuniverse's interference

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this is it.

you’ve done the impossible.

it’s crystal clear that the earnest wish you have thought of as you are being ravished by your dear husband on the wedding night has successfully reached the universe.

what was that wish?

you stared at the most beautiful pair of eyes you’ve ever seen, his adorable eyes staring back at you in curiosity. little arms try to make a grab of you as plump cheeks puff up, upset that he couldn’t do what he wanted.

“you even have the same expression as your papa when he is upset.” you laughed. the baby you have picked up is exactly the carbon copy of rafayel. your own genes didn’t fight back. heck, it took you just one try.

“mama!” your son made grabby hands again, his little limbs wiggling in the air.

please, universe. give me a child who looks exactly like this man!

heart weak to the cuteness the baby is showing, you finally relented and embraced him. your son quickly holds you once you’re within reach, his grip on your top is so strong that it even defies all laws of physics. you wonder how such strength is manifested from a small body.

it’s amazing how the baby acts and looks like rafayel. the baby revels in your attention, eyes lighting up whenever his mama is on him as you coo at him for not making a fuss in eating the squash and carrots on his plate, the baby squealing in happiness because he beat his papa again. rafayel, who had been defeated, sulks while you are left to comfort the lemurian after you tuck the baby to sleep.

rafayel hasn’t made any qualms about it, a smug expression on his features that the baby obviously inherited from him, pretending to be mad to make you comfort him a little longer.

“so cute!” you pepper the baby’s face with kisses as your son giggles.

the baby’s arrival in this world is nothing short of a miracle. after the twists and turns of your life, the sound of uncontrollable wails eases the weight as well as the pain, your teary eyes landing on your firstborn child. you woke up with rafayel taking care of his son, small and just a few hours alive.

now, a few months old. slightly wavy dusk purple hair, bluish pink eyes, refined nose and same lip shape — yes, there’s no way people with working eyes can deny it. your son who resembles his father so much can even mistake rafayel for shrinking into a child. once, aunt talia visited, finally found a day off from her work, amazement was written on her face as she took a proper look at the baby.

“who’s the cutest in the world? of course, it’s you!”

“ba!”

you heard a sigh behind you. “looks like i have to work hard to be your number one again.”

toned arms wrapped around your waist as you feel rafayel tugs you closer to him, giving you a swift kiss on the cheeks and the baby’s. realizing his papa is here, the baby babbles nonsense in a scolding tone yet rafayel only finds this amusing as if he understands what his son is saying.

“dunno about that, buddy.” rafayel pokes the baby’s round cheeks. “your mama loves me, you see, so she will let her hubby spoil her for a day, right?” rafayel whispers against your ear as you feel your heart warm at his affection.

“thomas will babysit this little one tomorrow.” he takes the baby in his arms, watching the husband-son pair scene in front of you with a smile. the baby leans to his papa’s chest, the beats lulling him to an afternoon nap, eyelashes fluttering close as rafayel hums a melody.

gingerly, rafayel leans down to capture your lips for a quick kiss, voice low, “can i have the honor of taking you out on a date, wifey?”

it’s your turn to wrap your arms to rafayel’s waist, resting over his warm shoulders. the wind carries his scent — a hint of sea salt and a dominance of sweet, powdery notes. a nod is his answer. “you’ve been busy with the opening of the exhibition and i kind of…” you trailed off, “miss my husband.”

“care to repeat that? i think i didn’t hear you for the first time.” rafayel lightly yelps when you bite the flesh of his neck. he pouts, “stingy.”

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russellsppttemplates · 6 months

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Both Herve and Charles being enamored by your back on the black-less dress you are wearing for Charles' birthday party

"Hervé, can you go and tell papa that we don't need any more spoons, please?", you asked your toddler, seeing him grab the spare ones and head for the kitchen, "I'm going upstairs and change quickly before everyone arrives", you told him and Pascale who was sitting on the sofa with Amélie on her arms, "okay, chérie, I'll keep this one entertained", your mother in law assured.

You didn't want to go over the top for the celebrations, after all, you had a small gathering with close friends and family at your house and since the weather seemed to be a bit uncertain, you opted to keep it inside instead of the garden, but it was also your husband's birthday, so it was worth to dress up a little still. Pining your hair back as you knew that soon enough you'd be helping with the rest and bringing food from the kitchen, you did one final check in the mirror before grabbing the dress from the hanger. It was a simple cut, the backless detail getting all the attention as it was carefully tailored to fit your body properly.

Walking downstairs, you could already hear voices of the guests and their laughter and your toddler running around with your friends' kids, "Hi, guys! I'm so glad you could make it!", you said, greeting them as you walked along the living room before you heard your son gasp. Looking around for him and expecting him to be hurt, you were met with an enamored expression, "Mama! Tu es si belle!", he smiled, running so he could hug you, his hands travelling to your back as he kissed your cheeks repeatedly, delighting everyone who saw the moment, "your dress is very pretty!", he said, kicking his legs as yiu put him down so he could look at your ba k closely, "Papa! Have you seen mama's dress?", he called.

Charles had been in the kitchen washing his hands before he heard his son, walking to meet you, "no, buddy, I haven't. What's- oh, wow", he let out. Approaching you, your husband held out his hand so you could twirl, "you look gorgeous, amour", he said, stealing a kiss from the corner of your lips.

"She does, right, papa?", Hervé smiled, leaving to play with his friends and leaving you a blushing mess, "alright, alright, it's probably the first time I'm wearing something that isn't lounge wear or jeans since giving birth to this little gorgeous lady", you said, holding out your arms to get Amélie from Pascale so she could, too, enjoy the party as you felt all eyes on you, "but let's eat some food, yes?".

While the guests went around the tables and ate and drunk, Charles stayed back with you, his hands going from your back and up and down to your waist as he kissed your neck, "you truly do look gorgeous, amour, absolutely breath taking".

Throught the afternoon, it was clear that both of your boys loved how the piece looked on you. Charles sat next to you anytime he could, even if he was talking to someone else, and Hervé would come up to you to give you kisses and compliments every now and again, staying next to you as well as he played with his sister, "are you having a conversation? What is it about?", Marta asked your youngest as she hesrd her babbles, "Amélie was telling me that mama looks even prettier in her dress", Hervé smiled as Charles nodded in agreement.

"I'm being very very spoiled with compliments from my boys today", you smiled, kissing both of their cheeks, "You deserve it, amour".

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halfagone · 1 year

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That Is Not Superman You're Looking At

I've had this fic idea for a while now. I don't know if it'll ever be posted on Ao3, but if I get more inspiration it could be! Here's a bit of a first look for anyone interested.

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Danny shouldn't be so surprised that his luck was so terrible that he got Wes Weston looped in as his travel buddy for their school field trip to Metropolis. The guy's been giving him dirty looks in the entire time, as if this is his fault. Well, it wasn't, so Wes could just give up any time now, that would be great. If nothing else, Danny could always turn into Phantom for an emergency, right in front of Wes, and no one would believe the guy.

Nonetheless, nothing could stop his excitement for the Metropolis Aerospace Museum! Absolutely nothing.

And really, no matter Wes' comments or looks, Danny was having a great time. That was, until, Danny noticed that Wes wasn't staring at him anymore. Instead, he was looking over at a man, a reporter judging from the photographer accompanying him, who was probably here talking about all the schools here to celebrate this momentous occasion, yada yada yada.

Danny nearly looked away out of boredom, only to nearly give himself whiplash when he realized who Wes was staring at. That was Clark Kent, aka Superman. Danny had had the pleasure of meeting and learning the man's secret ID in an alternative timeline, but hadn't quite gotten the nerve to meet him again after that fuck-up. But Wes had that look in his eyes, that same look he had whenever he was about to tattle on Danny being Phantom.

Oh shit.

"Isn't that Super-" Wes began with a frown, beginning to point at Clark before Danny threw an arm over Wes' shoulder with a laugh.

"What are you talking about?" Danny said with a wide, almost inhuman smile on his face. "There is no war in Ba Sing Se."

"What-?" Wes startled in confusion, so Danny repeated himself.

"There is no war in Ba Sing Se," Danny said a second time, his eyes taking on an unnatural green glow.

Wes wilted slightly under Danny's arm, finally catching his drift.

"Right, of course not," Wes agreed, rolling his eyes in resigned exasperation.

"You know it," Danny agreed with a nod of his head, starting to drag Wes in the opposite direction of Clark. Better not to poke a sleeping bear, and all that. "Hey, I saw Vick go this way, didn't you want to..." Danny rattled off about some nonsense, just to distract Wes from the fact that he himself knew about Superman's secret ID. Honestly, Wes would probably figure it out on his own, but the longer it took to get there the better.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Clark had heard it all. And couldn't help but wonder how, exactly, that blue-eyed, raven-haired boy had seemed to know his ID from the start. He needed a talk with Batman, just to make sure the man hadn't adopted another kid without anyone knowing.

#dp x dc #wes weston #a one shot a day keeps the demons away

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gavi4me · 6 months

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7 minutes in heaven

Pt.1 Pt.2 pt. 3

Characters; Ferran - as himself; Pedri - as himself; Gavi - as himself; Ansu - as himself; you - y/n; Sara - your friend; Ana - your friend

Warnings - slightly smutty, cockblock, asshole pedri, ansu, & Ferran, little angst, fluff, cursing

Likely typos cuz at the time of writing this it is quite late where I live so I am basically half asleep while writing this….

“Gavi you can go suck a dick” you yelled at him, walking off angrily to your car. Pedri followed you outside, wondering why you had just blown up.

“I don’t want to talk about it” you yelled angrily, not turning your head to face him, getting into your car.

“Come on just tell me what happened.”

“God pedri. Leave me alone.”

You slammed the door shut, taking off almost immediately.

He stood there like an idiot, not moving until you were out of his view. What has that asshole done now he thought?

You were in the post-breakup ‘bliss’, just wanting to make your ex jealous so you went out to a club with all your friends, not realizing they had invited Pablo to tag along. You had always hated gavi. Ever since you guys had met on the first day of the 7th grade when he transferred to your school. You tried to be nice and become friends with him until you noticed his arrogant, annoying, and overly confident personality that worked like bug spray, making you stay, or at least try to stay as far away as possible. Didn’t work however ever as both his and your parents became good friends, often inviting each other for dinners and eat outs. Since your parents were friends, they assumed the same with you and Pablo, often forcing you to carpool with them when your parents couldn’t pick you up. Occasionally even sleeping over, though this only lasted till year 10, your parents knowing hormones were going around and not wanting you two to do any mischief. As if! Not that his parents weren’t nice. It’s the thing they created that you hated. You hated how he always bragged about being good at football and someday becoming pro. You hated how he nonstop talking about how his jawline was perfect and how he had a 6 pack and how every girl would want him soon enough, including yourself, if god forbids you gain crush on him. When they’d invite you over for dinner, you and Pablo would go into his room and sit there awkwardly while Pablo would juggle his football, seemingly trying to show off. He always was rude to you. Calling you fat when you were going through some hard times, always aiming for you during dodgeball first, specifically the head, and now. During the party he had made a senseless joke about how you walked in on your ex with another girl saying, “okay at least woman want me. How bad at sex can you be for your 3 year boyfriend to cheat on you with some donkey ass looking girl.”. He joked and laughed but you had enough. You had slapped him hard. “You are a vile, vile person Pablo gavira. Go fuck yourself.” Is what you said before slapping him again a finally leaving. “I don’t have to. All the women at my feet will, unlike you who can’t seem to find a fuck buddy for the life of you.” This all lead up to this situation.

~ a couple months later ~

It had been a while since you’ve last seen Pablo gavi, going on with your life like nothing ever happened. Yeah maybe sometimes you thought about what he had said. And MAYBE cried yourself to sleep knowing he thought you were ugly, but still. You felt at peace with yourself finally.

You had been invited to ansu’s house for a party, only being told that a bunch of people would be there. Not specifying who.

You walked into a lively party, music blasting from a couple of speakers. People scattered around on ansu’s furniture. Some talking, some dancing, some making out. You tried finding Ansu, instead you bump into someone. You landed on a hard chest, placing your hand on it to stabilize yourself.

“Oh my ba-“ you cut yourself off when you finally noticed who it was you were apologizing to. Gavi. Quickly you wiped your shirt with your hands and borderline ran away, feeling his eyes on you but not saying anything.

The rest of the night was awkward. You two exchanging glances multiple times. He didn’t seem to be as bothered as you. He was talking with other people, dancing, laughing, smiling, everything like that. You on the other hand we’re sitting on the couch with a cup of beer in one hand and your jaw in the other, resting your elbow on your knee as you people watched.

Your friends Sara and Ana were talking the whole night next to you, not bothered to ask what had happened knowing you were quite stubborn when it came to telling people stuff.

“Do you guys want to play 7 seconds of heaven?” Ansu suddenly proposed to the group who had gathered around the couch you were sitting on.

“Yeah I’m down.” Pedri said with a beer bottle in one hand and his phone in the other.

“Anyone else?” Ansu asked. “We can’t just play us two”. Ferran, gavi, Sara, Ana, and i all agreed on playing. We spread out on the many couches ansu had as he went to his coat closet it find a hat.

Ansu wrote our names on small pieces of paper before dropping them into the hat.

“Okay our first two are….” He moved his hand in the hat, picking up a name. You already weren’t having fun tonight but to spice it up you decided to play, praying to god it wasn’t you.

“Y/n” he announced placing it on the coffee table. Everyone starred at you smiling, knowing you hadn’t been too active ever since your breakup with your 3 year boyfriend.

“I hope it’s Pablo…” Sara whispered in your ear, giggling right after.

“I hope when it’s your turn you get paired up with Ferran.” You mumbled. You’ve known for a while how much Sara has liked Ferran, though you never understood it. (Irl me talking - how do you guys find Ferran attractive?).

“And Pablo.” Ansu placed it next to your name as you opened your mouth wide, still trying to process whose name had just gotten called.

Gavi had a smirk on his though, pedri slapping his shoulder while laughing like the rest, knowing the tension between the two of you.

“The two bestest of friends in a closet! I wonder how that’ll go!” Pedri laughed, fueling the fire.

“Okay you two, time to go into the closet.” Everyone stood up to follow ansu into a closet in his bedroom. It was quite spacious, enough to fit maybe 4 people.

Gavi entered first, turning back, waiting for you to enter as well. You stood at the entrance hesitant, but not wanting to not be called a pussy after. Finally Sara pushed you in, shutting the door right after.

“Have fun you two.” Ana giggled before they all walked away.

You both just stood there, not looking into each others eyes, just standing there in silence.

“You know one of us has to do something?” He spoke.

“Not my problem.” You said, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“Kinda is actually….” Pablo murmured.

You both sat in silence for another second.

“Why are you always so bitter towards me” Pablo asked, coming closer to you with his arms crossed.

“Why are you always a self absorbed asshole to me, and basically everyone?”

You stared at him. It seemed like he was trying to come up with an answer. He came even closer, pushing your back so you were touching the wall. His lips were grazing your ear as he spoke.

“Y/n I don’t believe you understand how perfect you are. You have the perfect smile, the most perfect eyes I could get lost into, and lips I’ve been dreaming to kiss ever since we met in our English class that Wednesday morning in the 7th grade. I really am sorry for the way I’ve treated you the last few years. It’s just that everyone I knew liked you, including men which got me jealous. I was the man who was allowed to love your perfect and sweet soul. After a while I realized it was wrong to be in love with you, especially since our parents were good friends and you seemed to not like me. I tried pushing you even farther away so it gave me no other choice but to not love you. Insults, bitterness. All of that. And I thought flaunting my good traits and talking about myself after a little while would have you realize all my good traits and such so you’d like me and I’d feel like I wasn’t the one who was chasing after you because Pablo gavi doesn’t chase. Didn’t rather. I tried chasing you and I now realize those feelings never vanished. I still am very much I love with you and I know after all the years of hell I put you through it might be hard for you to accept, just all I ask of you is to give me a chance and I’ll treat you like like the only girl in the world..” After he was done he gave your ear a kiss and went back to starring at you, waiting for a response.

“-y-yes” you hesitated.

Without another word he smashed his face onto yours, hands going up to your jaw to keep it there, not wanting the kiss to be over.

The kiss happened to suddenly. You were caught off guard, still tensed up a couple second into the kiss but softened up soon enough.

This kiss was rough and needy but also passionate and affectionate. Pablo’s lips tasted and felt sweet, and soft, and like heaven as if you had been waiting for it for ever since that Wednesday morning you two met.

After a couple of seconds of staying in the same spot, Pablo finally let go, resting his forehead and nose against yours as you both caught your breaths, starring, or rather admiring one other beauty and look of swollen lips.

A couple seconds later he went back to kissing you, this time it was much faster pace. He added his tongue in, allowing you to suck on it.

Your hands moved to his head, grabbing and pulling at his hair so he could come closer.

“S-so..good” you mumbled.

His hands started to go underneath your skirt, feeling your panties through your tights and pulling at the material.

“We can’t do it here Pablo…they could come in at minu-“

“Shhh. Trust me I know what I’m doing.” He slid his hands up to your shoulders where the off-the-shoulder shirt hung off. He moved the sleeves down to reveal your braless chest. Pablo starred at your breasts for a couple of seconds before lookin back at you and smiling.

You’d always felt self conscious about your chest. You couldn’t decide whether if it was too small. Men always made comments on it saying “the last girl was DD” or “no men go for woman under a C”you were a b cup.

“They’re perfect.” He said before starting to nibble at the skin surrounding on your nipples.

“They’re a little small…don’t you think?” You asked in between heavy breaths and a few moans here and there,

He lifted his soft eyes up to meet yours as he was still leaving little nibbles and groping the other.

“I said what I said…” he lifted his lips off your breast to give your lips a small kiss before going back down.

“P-Pablo I c-can’t FUCK” you groaned.

When Pablo was moving on to the next nipple, the door suddenly swung open.

When he heard the door, Pablo instantly lifted his mouth off to turn around.

Everyone who was playing was watching the scene, a camera in pedris hand as they all bursted out laughing.

Due to instinct, you grabbed Pablo by the collar to come closer to you, hiding your chest behind him.

“Walked in not even wanting to touch each other now being all over each other.” Ansu said in between laughs.

Ferran was watching the scene unfold behind the camera, trying to get a better view of your breasts.

“Move carbón. Im tryna see some titi today.” Everyone laughed again. You get the gist. Seemed like everyone had something to say that was funny today.

“Fuck you” Pablo said flipping him off.

You finally started pulling your shirt back up, gavi acting as a wall between the others and yourself.

Once done, you pushed Pablo and others to the side and went to the living room to grab your purse before leaving. You didn’t want to see any of their faces anymore.

As you were searching for your keys in your bag, you heard someone calling after you.

“Y/n! Y/n, wait!” Gavi was yelling.

You didn’t respond, trying to ignore him.

“Y/n” he panted getting close. “-I thought you left”

“I don’t want to talk Pablo…” you said finally unlocking your car.

“Please I’m angry at them too” Pablo came up from behind, wrapping his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place as he caught his breath.

“I want to be alone Pablo. No hard feelings” oh hard feelings for sure, but you weren’t going to say that.

You opened your car door and entered before locking it.

“Please y/n! I need a ride.” Pablo said knocking on the window.

You started the car and sped off

A/n

I’m the slowest writer ever BUT in my defense I’ve got school, which will always be my priority so yeah. Anyways, this will likely become a series. 3-5 chapters maybe even longer. Next part will likely be uploaded in the following week.

#gavi #cockblock #y/n #fanfic #fluff #light angst #gavi fluff #pablo gavi #pedri #ferran torres #ansu fati #tw cursing #seven minutes in heaven

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oneatlatime · 3 months

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The Crossroads of Destiny

Strap in folks it's finally finale time!

I'm getting a bad feeling from the 'previously on' segment.

*gasp* Song's bird horse!?!?!

Toph gets some serious speed with that earth tongue walking.

Ty Lee's flattery gets less and less subtle. I get the feeling that a lot of Azula's more worrying tendencies could have been curtailed if someone had stuck her on stage as a child.

Is Zuko taller?

The cuts between these scenes are getting ridiculous. Some of these scenes are maybe 15 seconds long.

Zuko knows what's up. He and Iroh have teamed up on that particular fire breathing party trick before.

"It's time I face Azula." Buddy. No.

"You're so dramatic." POT. KETTLE. BLACK.

The last time Iroh and the Aang Gang teamed up, it was also against Azula. She has a way of uniting enemies.

The longer I stare at this the more I giggle.

"Good inside him isn't enough. Why don't you come back when it's outside him too, ok?" Congratulations to Sokka for articulating one of the fundamental human truths. Intentions can go take a hike when all that's visible are actions.

I love that! Iroh says he brought someone along in a tone that very much implies that he asked for help from a friend! Then you go outside and see he kidnapped a dude! And then they just leave him there!

I see your fake meditation. No one as rotten inside as this guy actually meditates properly.

The Dai Li be like

Katara? Why are you ripping into Zuko? Why is Season one bitchy Katara back? I don't want season 1 bitchy Katara to come back.

"No offence." "None taken." Iroh loves his nephew, but Iroh knows his nephew.

The one time Iroh's advice is explicitly solicited is the one time his advice is corny crap. That sucks.

Ba Sing Se is a tel? That's neat.

Hey Toph? Now would be a great time for that new metal bending trick of yours.

Avatar inadvertently validating my fear of subway grates.

I know this is life or death serious and all, but isn't the Sokka and Ty Lee dynamic cute?

MOMO!

This episode's thesis statement boils down to "what happens when you cancel arts programs and theatre kids don't get a chance to monologue in controlled conditions."

Honest question: Is Azula actually so deluded to believe that Divine Right of Kings crap she just spouted, or is she saying what the Dai Li needs to hear to side with her? Usually I think everything out of Azula's mouth is a calculated statement for manipulating others, but the way the show framed that monologue makes me think she actually believes what she's saying.

This conversation between Katara and Zuko, aside from showing that Katara is as capable as Sokka at sticking her foot in her mouth, is actually showing Zuko's growth well. So many of the things that he waves away with an "it's ok" are things that would have made him explode back in season one. It's about time he redefined that scar of his too.

"Aang! I knew you'd come!" "Uncle! The fuck?" Zuko truly has a way with words.

Hey Iroh maybe save your heart to heart until after you've exited the prison?

Wait so this episode is named after Zuko's arc? It's Zuko's destiny this finale is dealing with? Poor Aang's not even the main character in his eponymous show's season finale? Dang.

What was I saying about waiting to chat until you're outside the prison?

So every word out of Azula's mouth here is definitely a lie. She doesn't need Zuko at all. She's got a whole army and already has possession of the throne. What does she need with someone she considers to be an inferior firebender?

Father's love? That guy who burns off faces? The audacity.

"You are free to choose." Is it really freedom of choice if choosing the answer Azula doesn't want to hear ends with Zuko in a crystal cage?

Gotta say I'm intrigued by how quiet Zuko's being for this whole episode. Compare it to the volume of his confrontation with Azula at the Spa place at the beginning of the season.

This is so awful. This is so skin crawly. This is so going to end badly.

Toph can turn doors into ping pong balls. I like that. And what does she need Sokka scouting for Dai Li agents for? She can sense people for miles.

I love the line read on the "I'm not leaving without Bosco!" But does this guy really think he's in a position to make demands, after all the stuff he's ruined in the last, what, two days?

This is a cool move. Full body air bitchslap.

Katara cut her hair! That's kind of like what she did to Pakku with the ice disks.

How has no one been knocked out yet? Everyone in this fight should have at least 5 concussions by now.

I don't know what to make of it, but when Zuko says "I have changed" he sounds more calm and confident than he has all season.

I love the dynamic between Sokka & Toph and Mai & Ty Lee. Everyone involved knows they're second string and no one's really that invested. So they're all kind of chill.

I don't know what's going on in this fight, but Zuko is far too talented and Katara and Aang are both going down too easily.

And this right here is why this fight is only going to end badly for Aang. As soon as Azula's tired of playing, she'll call in reinforcements. Aang doesn't have those.

I hate Azula so much, which means I'm very annoyed to say that she and Zuko actually make a good fighting team. Did they practice drills together or something back in the day? They way they tag out and back in, and exchange fights, flows so well.

Jesus

Crap ok

She nerfed him in the power up sequence! That's not allowed!

So help me god if the writers hook these two up after pulling this crap I will riot.

Iroh could have been helpful if he'd been there earlier. Guess it takes a while to break out of crystals. Although I do like the detail that he stops fighting as soon as Aang and Katara are out & safe.

I was wondering why the magic water was randomly brought up earlier after disappearing for the entire season. I figured it had been lost in the desert with the rest of the stuff on Appa's saddle.

I'm so sorry, but the way Aang's arrow flashes once to confirm that Katara's saved him makes him look like an external USB device confirming successful connection.

I'm loving how immediate the regret from Zuko is. Proof that he has learned over the last two seasons.

"The Earth Kingdom... has fallen." AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT? This King rubs me the wrong way. Consistently.

I'm fascinated by the fact that they managed to securely transport a bear on Appa's back.

Final Thoughts

Poor Aang has been demoted to secondary character in his own show. This finale was all Fire Nation.

Well done Azula. No matter which way you look at it, she won. If Azula was the main character, this episode would be the crowning glory series finale.

Sokka and Toph spent the whole episode running around putting out fires, only for five more to spring up in their place. I honestly don't know how they and Appa reconnected with the rest of the Gaang to fly out at the end. There's this feeling the whole episode of being consistently one too many steps behind, and I think it's most obvious in their incessant side quests.

Poor Katara went through about seventy billion emotions this episode. I take back my anger at her bitchiness. She deserved a vent session, although I don't think Zuko quite deserved to be the recipient of it. But he took it well.

Congratulations to Zuko for falling backwards into the only right choice for all the wrong reasons. This episode was only going to end with Azula victorious. She recruited an army and successfully executed a coup without breaking a sweat - that is not a level of enemy that Aang and friends has ever faced before, and not one they can realistically win against. Like with Long Feng, this is not a threat you can hit. You can't bend at ideologies and loyalties.

Zuko was going to end this episode siding with the Fire Nation as a free man, or in Fire Nation custody. This way, someone with an actual semi-functioning conscience now has access to the upper levels of the Fire Nation. This could be really interesting.

To be clear, I fully believe that Zuko chose to side with Azula because he swallowed her offer hook, line & sinker. For the guy who invented "Azula always lies" he sure does fall for her lies a lot, especially when she's saying exactly what he wants to hear. I believe Zuko believed her about getting his honour back bla bla bla, chose to follow her because of that belief, and has already realised at least some of what she said was lies by the end of the episode. Which is promising! It looks like there's potential for a Zuko mole next season!

I'm worried for Iroh. Firelords who burn their children's faces off with no shame don't strike me as the type to shy away from executing their brothers.

The Aang fakeout death at the end was not remotely believable unfortunately, mostly because kids' cartoons don't ever pull a Psycho and kill the nominal main character half way through. It probably would have freaked me out if I'd seen this episode as a kid though.

Azula hitting Aang during his power up sequence was inspired. A very well done subversion of expectations, which finally validates my frustrations with the concept of power up sequences in general. Few things bug me more than the mooks politely waiting their turn while the good guy does a quick wardrobe change.

So... is the war over? The Earth Kingdom's fallen, the Southern Water Tribe have been functionally out of the game for a while now. There's only the Northern Water Tribe left, which are only still standing because of a Hail Mary that I very much doubt Aang can pull off twice. So is next season's focus going to be defending the Northern Water Tribe from a final Fire Nation push? I think that's the only place that isn't conquered by the Fire Nation in name at least. On the bright side, this means the Gaang won't be returning to Ba Sing Se. Good riddance. I hate that place.

I've never seen a show with a finale that focuses so intensely on the conflict of someone other than the main character. I don't really know what to make of this episode. I think I liked the one before it better. To be clear, everything that happened made sense - characters were in character, events unfolded as expected (if you handwave an elite force of earthbenders preferring a 14 year old over their seasoned leader), but something about this episode is just a bit boring to me. Maybe they telegraphed it too hard in the previous episodes? I don't know. I'll have to chew on this one a bit.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #the crossroads of destiny #a resounding meh

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starlightkun · 9 months

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❧ word count: 17.4k ❧ warnings: cursing, like... grossly adorable petnames just abandon ship now if you’re going to be a hater about it ❧ genre: fluff, modern magical creatures au, fantasy au, college au, dragon jisung, human reader, ft. various other magical dreamies and human!renjun, fake not dating/secret dating trope, same universe as strawberry sunday ❧ extra info: this work is set in the same universe as strawberry sunday but can be read as a standalone! there is no continuing plotline between fics in this universe, they simply take place in the same world/magic system and may have overlapping characters (neos may pop up in more than one work!) ❧ author’s note: here’s dragon jisungie too! this one was so much fun to write and idk y’all i think he’s just the loml now. anyway, cue the shenanigans <;33

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“Isn’t it always the dragon that the princess needs to be rescued from in the fairytales?” You teased, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“Well maybe in this one, the dragon’s the hero—” Jisung wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around. “—and rescues the princess from the crazed madman.”

“Do you like Jisung?”

Renjun’s deadpan question in the silence of the library nearly made you do a spit take all over your laptop.

After choking through the sip of your pink Gorgonade you’d just taken, you set the bottle down and looked at your human friend with wide eyes. “Excuse me?”

“Park Jisung. Our good dragon buddy. Do you like him?” Renjun repeated with an inquisitive tilt of his head.

“Yeah, sure, he’s cool.” You kept your voice as level as possible, returning your fingers to your keyboard.

“You know what I meant.”

“And clearly, I’m not answering,” you retorted. “Now can we get our project done?”

You and Renjun were both Magical Creatures Studies majors at your college and had met up at the library this particular afternoon to work on a project together. The two of you also had lots of mutual friends, including the aforementioned Park Jisung. And sure, maybe you did have a little bit of a crush on the dragon, but there was no way you were just going to start yammering on about it in the middle of the library after being asked so abruptly.

Your friend narrowed his eyes at you, but ultimately relented. “Fine. But this isn’t over.”

“Of course it’s not,” you sighed.

Finally done with your PowerPoint slides later that evening, you sent a quick text before shutting your laptop. Renjun flopped back in his seat with a groan.

“Thank fuck, my eyeballs are burning.” He rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his palms.

“Have you tried out those enchanted blue light glasses that fairies use?” You suggested, resting your cheek in your palm to watch your friend sympathetically. Fairies’ eyes were more sensitive to electronic screens than humans or other magical beings, so they had to wear special enchanted versions of the blue light lenses that some humans wore for eyestrain. Renjun was a human, but if the screens were hurting his eyes this bad, it was worth a shot.

“I would except they’re so goddamn expensive, and Chenle won’t let me touch his even to try before I buy.”

“What about that other fairy that Mark and Donghyuck know? You’ve met him before at a study session, right?”

“Who— oh, right, uh… Jungwoo. Maybe… but I really don’t want to be asking a fairy that I don’t know for a favor, even something so small. I barely ask the one that I do know for anything, and when I do, I always regret it.”

You snickered. “That’s fair. Seems like you’re just going to suffer for the rest of your life then, Renjun.”

“Oh, woe is me,” he sighed dramatically, taking his hands off his eyes to start packing up his stuff.

“You know who I bet could help you with your whole eye problem?”

“Who?”

You shouldered your backpack, looking your friend in the eye very seriously. “The aliens, obviously.”

“Hey, you know what! They probably could!” Renjun huffed indignantly, grabbing his bag to follow you out of the library.

You were laughing as he kept ranting at you.

“Listen, you guys shit on me way too much for this. And aliens probably could help me with my eye problems if they ever came to Earth, because then they’d have very advanced technology and could very well have the engineering capabilities to make me a screen or a pair of glasses—”

“Or a new pair of bionic eyeballs.” You offered up.

“Exactly!” He threw his hands up as you spotted a familiar figure waiting at the bottom of the library stairs.

Park Jisung was standing there, tapping his hands against his thighs as he looked around awkwardly. You could see the glint of gold chains and pendants around his neck, and even more gold adorning his ears, wrists, and fingers. Dragons were a lot like magpies, you always thought to yourself, they liked shiny things. If magpies could breathe fire, of course.

You were nearly out of breath laughing as you slowed to a stop next to Jisung. Renjun was red-faced, still huffing and puffing.

Jisung’s slit pupils flicked back and forth between the two of you, bewildered, “What—?”

“I just can’t believe you literally breathe fire and have wings,” Renjun jabbed a finger against Jisung’s chest. “And yet it’s sooo crazy and funny and weird that I think that there could be aliens out there in the grand unknown infinite expanse of the universe that we’re in.”

Your dragon friend rubbed a hand over the spot that Renjun had poked, looking personally wounded. He turned to you for an explanation. “What happened this time?”

“Don’t—” You got cut off by another round of laughs. “Don’t worry about it, Ji.”

The human was starting to calm down, and seemed to have finally processed that Jisung had apparently miraculously been waiting outside the library when you two walked out. After all, the dragon didn’t have a backpack, laptop, or seemingly any school supplies on him. “Wait, what are you doing here, Jisung?”

“Oh, I was just waiting for Y/N.”

“Well, we’ll see you tomorrow, Renjun.” You waved goodbye to your human friend before he could say anything else, grabbing Jisung’s arm and pulling him off in the opposite direction.

Jisung spoke up a few seconds later. “Uh, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Boba’s the other way.”

“Right. Sorry.” You made a face, awkwardly letting him change course and lead the way. “I was just trying to get out of there.”

“Why?”

“Oh, you know, Renjun was going on another one of his alien rants,” you fibbed a little, biting on the inside of your cheek.

Jisung snorted, and you watched a small puff of smoke shoot out of his nose, curling up into the air before entirely dissipating. “Thanks. How’d he get going this time?”

“Blue light glasses.”

His brow furrowed, the corner of his lip pulled up, and his nose wrinkled as he seemed to be trying to figure out how the jump was made from blue light glasses to aliens. Several of his sharp fangs were visible before his mouth relaxed again. “How—”

“You know it’s better not to ask with him.”

He sighed. “You’re right. I’m just glad we got out of there unscathed. Or at least I did. How about you? Are you in one piece still?”

Then Jisung’s two big, warm hands were on you, jokingly inspecting your hands, your arms, your neck, and your face for any harm done. You giggled, letting him turn over your arms and hold your hands and run his thumbs over your cheeks until he seemed satisfied, finishing it off with a pat to the top of your head.

“Yeah, I think I’m all here.” You absolutely knew that you were looking up at him with heart eyes. “Thanks for coming as quick as you did, any longer and I don’t think I would’ve made it this time.”

You were referring to the quick few minutes that had passed between you texting him that you were done with your project and when you actually laid eyes on him outside the library. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes, and it wasn’t like he had come from anywhere on campus: today was Saturday.

“Of course, I’ll always be around to rescue you from Renjun’s rants, you damsel in distress.”

“Isn’t it always the dragon that the princess needs to be rescued from in the fairytales?” You teased, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“Well maybe in this one, the dragon’s the hero—” Jisung wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around. “—and rescues the princess from the crazed madman.”

You couldn’t help the cackling laughter that poured from your mouth, holding on against his supernaturally strong arms as he spun you once, twice, three times for good measure. Once you were back on two feet again, you had to clutch onto his upper arm to steady yourself as you regained your bearings. When you were sure you could walk in a straight line, you resumed your journey down the sidewalk together.

“And then the princess and the dragon fall in love and live happily ever after instead?” The words were out of your mouth before you could process the implications of them.

The dragon’s midnight blue eyes blinked at you a couple of times, and you opened your mouth to start the fastest backpedaling of your life, but then he just slung a casual arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, something like that.” He shrugged. “Why not? I think that’s a pretty great ending. Almost as good as the dragon eating the crazed madman, which is what I was thinking.”

“Could do both,” you suggested, eyes glued to your feet.

Jisung laughed, and you looked up at him to make sure you caught his bright smile as he did. “I like that even better. Both.”

At Jasmine & Pearls, you happily accepted your drinks from Shotaro, the siren working behind the counter, before taking them to go. There was a small waterfront park just around the corner, and fall was starting to descend, meaning that it wouldn’t be too hot to just sit out there. You two walked a couple minutes down the trails away from the noisier playground to a secluded area, and found a nice soft patch of clover, wildflowers, and grasses to sit down on. Taking a sip of your boba and tilting your head back, you relished in the feeling of the warmth of the sun’s rays on your face. This was just a perfect Saturday. You had finished up your project, it was beautiful weather, and now you’re hanging out with Jisung.

“Hey, Jisung?” You pulled your head back up to look at him.

“Hm?” He raised his eyebrows, lifting his straw to his lips.

“How did you get to campus so fast?”

The dragon coughed on his drink for a second, and you were momentarily afraid of him actually choking on a tapioca pearl, but he thankfully pulled through. He scratched at the back of his neck, looking down at his drink as he mumbled something so quiet that you couldn’t make out a single word of it.

“What?”

“I was at the bakery,” he admitted, enunciating much clearer this time.

You immediately knew which one he was talking about. Half Moon Bakery, where your werewolf friend Jeno worked. It was just around the block from campus, not even a two-minute walk.

“Oh, were you and Chenle bothering Jeno at work?” That was one of Chenle’s favorite pastimes: causing mischief and having Jisung tag along. Not that Jisung didn’t often participate too, but it was typically the fairy’s idea.

“No, just me. I was… I was waiting for you to finish up at the library.”

A happiness swelled up in your chest, and your fingers itched to do something with all the extra energy suddenly coursing through your veins. So you started plucking some of the clover and flowers in front of you.

“Well I’m glad you did, Ji,” you smiled softly at him. “After all, it made your dashing rescue a lot easier.”

Jisung just kept gazing at you for a few more seconds before he suddenly looked down, picking up his boba and sucking down half of it in one go. You swore his ears were pink as he went to ask you, “So uhm, what was the project that you and Renjun were working on?”

“Well it’s for our Special Topics in Magical Creatures Studies class. This semester Dr. Kwon is teaching it, so of course you know what it’s about.”

He stared blankly at you, and you suddenly remembered that not everybody you know is a Magical Creatures Studies major like you and Renjun.

“Oh, sorry. Well, Dr. Kwon was the first human to have an interspecies marriage legally—”

This time a dribble of milk tea came out of the side of Jisung’s mouth as he coughed on it, and you unzipped the front pocket of your bookbag to grab a couple napkins you had stashed in there at the shop. He took them from you gratefully, wiping at his mouth.

“Sprung a leak, Ji?” You asked with an eyebrow raise. “You alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Go ahead, sorry.”

“Anyway, Dr. Kwon technically had the first marriage certificate for an interspecies marriage between a human and magical being that listed each as such. Obviously, there’s been a long history of romantic relationships between species as long as everyone’s existed, and as long as people have been getting married. It’s just that within in the modern history of our current society and laws, Dr. Kwon was the first that we know of. There were definitely couples that got married before her but had to falsify their species on the certificate at the time, unfortunately. And the fact that Dr. Kwon is still you know, alive, and plenty well enough to be teaching a class on this stuff… it’s really humbling. I’m honored to learn from her but it’s also a little harrowing that it hasn’t even been one lifetime yet, you know?”

“So the class is about…” Jisung prompted you again.

“Right, it’s about specifically the history of interspecies marriage. Both between different kinds of magical creatures and between magical creatures and humans. Every time it’s Dr. Kwon’s turn to teach Special Topics, this is what she teaches.”

“And, what is her spouse?”

“Siren. Mrs. Kwon will come in and guest lecture sometimes, too.”

“So… your project?”

“Just a five-minute presentation on a topic of our choice that relates to the unit we just did. She gave a list of topics, or we could come up with our own and get it approved. Renjun and I chose the role that religion plays in interspecies marriage. Because different creatures have different belief systems, gods and goddesses, and marriage rituals in their faith. Like dragons, for example.”

“Huh?!” He squeaked. Thankfully, he was out of boba tea, and therefore didn’t do a spit take all over you or something.

“Many dragons—I’m not saying you in particular, just historically—have worshipped the Sun and fire. Their marriage rituals often involved making offerings to the Sun by burning said offerings on a pyre. Now imagine a dragon and a siren want to get married. Sirens that usually not only have their weddings underwater for one, but believe that burning wedding offerings instead of throwing them into the water will offend the Sea. It’s not impossible, it’s just fascinating to witness the compromise, especially as it gets more common with integration. And I find it beautiful, every single time.”

Jisung rested his elbow on his knee, then his cheek in his head, mindlessly running his fingertips over the clover. “Yeah? And what’s the divorce rate like for interspecies marriage?”

“Better than intraspecies, actually.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.” You added in another flower to your weaving. “Fifty percent intraspecies, fifteen to twenty percent interspecies depending on the study you’re citing. The numbers on interspecies are obviously newer, and a bit harder to measure due to varying lifespans, but those are the ones that we work with in the field.”

“Interesting.”

“You want to know my theory?”

“Sure.”

“This one’s not peer-reviewed or anything, so don’t tell the other MCS majors, okay?”

“My lips are sealed,” he promised.

“Now, I’ve never been married, but… I think that if you’re too focused on what makes you the same, you’ll completely miss your differences and only realize them too late when those differences are eventually driving you apart. But if you start out already with these glaringly obviously differences and then find what makes you similar in addition to the differences—not in spite of them—then you get a clearer picture of who you’re with.”

You’d been so focused on your little task that you hadn’t looked up at Jisung a single time as you talked, but now you did, wondering why he was so quiet. He had gone still, staring at you, mouth parted, head tilted.

“What?” You looked around anxiously. “Did that not make sense? I thought that made sense?”

He shook his head. “No, no, that made sense. You just… gave me a lot to think about.”

“Careful, don’t hurt yourself with all that thinking,” you giggled, getting up onto your knees.

“Hey!”

“Shh, I’m kidding,” you reassured him, taking a couple kneeling steps closer to him and holding the clover and flower wreath you’d been weaving up towards his head.

“And when did you make that?”

“While you were staring at the ground. Now hold still.”

You gently set it down on his head, scooting it around and readjusting until you were content that it wasn’t going to fall off too easily. Sitting back on your feet, you admired your work. If it weren’t for his vertical slit pupils focused entirely on you as he gazed up at you, Jisung would’ve looked like a beautiful fairy prince. Enchanting, a clover and flower crown nestled atop his hair, faintly rosy cheeks, skin seeming to glow in the dappled light from the late afternoon sun shining in through the trees.

“There you go,” you murmured, realizing how close you were to him as you caught a familiar smoky smell like a campfire.

“Can you show me how to do that?” He asked, his eyes shining.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm, plopping back down onto your bottom. Well, there goes all that tension dissolved.

“Sure, Jisung. We’re going to start with three clovers and a flower. Whatever flowers you can find around here should be good.”

And so you guided the dragon through the steps of weaving a clover crown of his own. You yourself had learned this from Jaemin the first time you’d ever hung out with the dryad without Renjun around. Renjun had been the one to introduce you to all of his friends, Jisung included. You’d met Renjun in your Intro to Magical Creatures Studies class on your very first day of college two years ago, and your life had never been the same since. Your own hometown was mostly human, in fact there was exactly one family of basilisks there and that was it. That’s why you chose the major you did, to expand your world. And man, it had been expanded since.

Jaemin had invited you out to the park with him that particular day to “exercise Jeno” in the dryad’s words, which meant sitting in the grass and throwing a ball for Jeno to catch— with his hand. Except the ball was enchanted to change direction and run away from Jeno for a certain amount of time, then he’d finally get it, and toss it back to you or Jaemin to throw again. At the time, it felt wrong to be pretty much playing fetch with a werewolf—derogatory, even—so you had asked Jeno about how he felt about it after. He explained that the ball was invented by werewolves, for werewolves. Since werewolves don’t hunt their prey for sustenance anymore, they tend to have a lot of extra energy. Most days he would go to the gym or go on a run or bike ride to get it out, but today was such a nice day that he wanted to go out with his friends instead. While some werewolves didn’t like comparisons to dogs (such as Jaemin’s offer to “exercise Jeno”), Jeno didn’t mind them usually, as long as it was from friends, and truly in good fun.

It was on that park trip, while sitting in the clover with Jaemin, that the dryad had shown you how to weave a clover crown by hand. Even now, every time you saw a patch of clover, you thought about Jaemin and Jeno and that day at the park, and how to weave clover crowns.

“How are you friends with two dryads and you don’t know how to weave clover crowns?” You asked with mock disappointment as Jisung was about a third of the way through his.

“Do you honestly think they’re going to be jumping to teach me their secrets? Probably too afraid I’d set the whole patch of clover on fire,” Jisung grumbled, adding another flower to the crown as he continued his weaving.

You frowned, gently stroking the back of his head as you watched over his technique. “You know Jaemin and Donghyuck don’t think of you like that.”

He scoffed, “Yeah, they think of me like Chenle’s pet.”

“Hey!” You flicked his ear, earning a hiss. He rubbed his ear with one hand, pouting at you.

“They are your friends,” you said sternly. “I think you might realize that if you eased up on your little hermit dragon schtick.”

“Dragons are solitary creatures. Didn’t you learn that in Intro to MCS?”

“I’ll believe that you’re solitary as soon as you and Chenle detach from where you’re currently fused at the hip.”

“He’s not here now!”

“To my knowledge. He could be hiding in a trashcan or something, I don’t know.”

Jisung rolled his eyes. “His Highness would never hide in a trashcan.”

“Point taken,” you snickered.

“Well…” The dragon held up his finished clover crown for you to see. “What do you think?”

It was clearly his first attempt at one, crooked, with holes in several places, and a couple of the blue flowers he’d chosen falling out as he set it in your hands. But you still found it absolutely adorable, endearing.

“It’s great, Ji!” You praised him, turning it around to look at the weave patterns on the inside more closely. “Here, do you want to wear this one, and I can—”

“No, this one’s yours.” He took it right back, getting up on his knees like you had before to place it on your head.

You sat utterly still to let him do so, watching him with bated breath. He was perhaps even more focused on placing the clover crown on your head than he was on making it, his nose scrunched with concentration, mouth pouting just the slightest, and brow furrowed. Then, once he’d set it atop your head, he smiled to himself in satisfaction.

“So? How do I look?” You asked quietly, in the small space between the two of you.

“Like… like a princess,” Jisung answered breathily, in the narrow space between the two of you.

“Ji?” You said his name, in the minute space between the two of you.

“Yeah?” He replied, in the meager space between the two of you.

“Can I kiss y—” You didn’t even get to finish your request, as the infinite space between the two of you became a finite zero.

Kissing Jisung was warm, but not warm like the end-of-summer-turning-fall day you were enjoying before, warm like you were just feet away from a volcano, like you were kissing the very heart of a mountain. His hands cupped your cheeks as his lips meshed with yours. You had been propping yourself up with one hand behind you, but you felt the need to grab onto his arms to ground yourself. This was apparently just enough to throw your joint center of gravity off, as the both of you went toppling backwards—or, more precisely, you fell onto your back, with Jisung on top of you.

The dragon barely caught himself with a hand next to your head to keep from completely cracking his forehead against yours. You two still bonked noses, breaking the kiss, and giggled almost exactly in sync.

“Oops,” you laughed, reaching up to feel for your clover crown, happy that it was still kind of in the vicinity of your hair.

Jisung was using one hand to prop himself above you, and the other was readjusting his own clover crown to now sit on the back of his head. He was still grinning as he dipped down to kiss you again, and you held his face this time, running a thumb over his cheek.

Squished into one side of a booth in the student union with Jisung, you fervently read over your notes for your test in your next class.

“Fry,” Jisung murmured, holding said food up against your lips.

You opened your mouth without taking your eyes off your page, and he fed it to you. As you read about climate change’s effects on sirens’ native habitats, you chewed and swallowed the food without even tasting it. A moment later, a straw was pushed against your mouth too.

“Water.”

You took a sip to wash down the fry, humming contentedly as all the material in your notes was familiar to you. The test should be an uncomplicated A. Not an easy A, per se, but there shouldn’t be anything on it that surprised you, at least.

“What the hell?” Someone asked from beside your table, but you didn’t even look up. After all, you still had four more pages and only half an hour.

“What do you want, guys?” Jisung sighed. Oh, so more than one person. The first voice sounded familiar, probably some of your friends.

“What, uh, what’s going on here?” Different voice.

“Y/N’s studying. So if you don’t mind doing whatever this is later.”

Another fry. You chomped it down. Siren advocacy groups.

“Uh… sure. Yeah. You two… have fun. Come on, guys.” Third voice.

Water. Sip. Local community outreach.

When you came to a good stopping point in your notes—not quite done, but between topics—you finally looked up, setting your notebook down for a second. Jisung raised his eyebrows at you.

“Done already?” He asked, popping a fry into his own mouth.

You shook your head, taking a sip of your water on your own. “No, almost. Who was that?”

“Jeno, Jaemin, and Donghyuck.”

Hearing the names made the voices click into place. Donghyuck first, then Jeno, then Jaemin.

“Huh. Weirdos,” you scoffed. “Anyway, we still on for movie night at my place?”

“Absolutely. Chenle’s letting me borrow his box set of the director’s cut of those movies you wanted to watch.”

“Does Chenle know he’s letting you borrow these?”

“Yes, they’re hexed. If he weren’t letting me, they’d play the porno knockoff.”

You let out a full-body cackle. “Oh, that’s a good one. You can say a lot about His Highness, but you can’t say that he doesn’t have a sense humor.”

A couple weeks later, and all eight of you were meant to be having a study session together at the library. Seven of you were already there— Jisung was coming late from a class. You had been one of the first in the room, and immediately put a bag down on a chair next to you to save it for him.

You were so innocently humming along to your music in your headphones as you took notes when you saw a hand reaching to tap the table in front of you. Pausing your music, you took one headphone out to look at the owner of the hand—Donghyuck—inquisitively. “Yes?”

“So you and Jisung have been hanging out a lot recently…” He rested his chin in his hand.

You narrowed your eyes, “Well, yeah…”

“Her heartbeat went up when you mentioned Jisung,” Mark added oh-so-helpfully.

“Gee, thanks, Mark,” you scoffed at the basilisk. “You want to go ahead taste the air for my pheromones or whatever too while you’re at it? Really complete this bonkers supernatural interrogation?”

“And then there was the fry thing,” Jaemin added, pointing at you from his seat next to Donghyuck. “I haven’t forgotten that.”

Jeno shivered beside you, “I don’t think I ever can.”

“He’s going over to her apartment a lot for movie nights. He keeps asking to borrow my nice collector’s edition box sets,” Chenle added, not looking up from his laptop. He readjusted his blue light glasses. “I think he’s trying to impress her.”

You looked around at all of them incredulously. “Uh, guys, seriously? I think Jisung and I are allowed to hang out, watch movies together, and eat together considering we’re—”

“Y/L/N Y/N, I swear to god you better not say because you’re ‘besties’ right now,” Renjun cut you off, throwing air quotes up around the word ‘besties.’ “Seriously, how can two people be so oblivious?”

Oh. Holy shit. They all thought you and Jisung were still friends. Somehow, apparently none of them knew that you and Jisung had started officially dating since that day in the park three weeks ago.

You were just staring blankly between all six of them, not sure how to respond. Thankfully, the door to the study room was opened then, Jisung rushing in.

“Hey, I’m here!” His bright demeanor fell as soon as he noticed the tension in the room. “What’s going on? What’d I miss?”

“Nothing, Ji,” you turned to him with a smile. Taking your bag off the last chair in the study room, you told him sweetly, “Here, I saved you a seat next to me!”

“Oh, thanks, Y/N!” He happily took it, plopping his bag down on the table to take out his laptop.

After the study session was concluded, you all filed out together, you and Jisung right beside each other.

“Come on Jisung, I’ll drive,” Chenle called for his roommate, spinning his keys around his finger.

“Sure, hold on!” Jisung said back, waiting up to say goodbye to you.

“Renjun, you still up for ramen and ranting?” You clasped your hands together hopefully as you looked at your friend. It was ritual for you and Renjun to get together and rant over extra-spicy ramen whenever some drama had gone down within your department at the school. There’d been some going on this past week, and you and Renjun decided that late-night after studying was the perfect time to talk shit.

Except, he and Chenle seemed to lock eyes for a brief moment. And then, Renjun was checking his phone, throwing up his other hand, and sighing.

“Ah, Y/N, you know what,” he clicked his tongue. “I am so sorry, but I got a text from my dad while we were in that study session and he says the cat is sick. I’ve really got to go.”

“Your parents live three hours away—”

“Uh, Jisung! You like ramen!” Renjun gestured at the dragon that was still waiting next to you. “Why don’t you take Y/N for some ramen? Just- just you two?”

“That’s it! You’re taking too long, Jisung! I’m leaving you!” Chenle yelled dramatically from the front, giving his keys one last jangle before he quite literally ran off through campus.

You were too distracted watching Chenle incredulously to notice that Renjun had escaped too until you turned back around to talk to him. Then you realized that all of your friends had mysteriously dispersed.

“What just happened?” Jisung asked, looking around confused.

“I think… I think they set us up,” you scratched at your head.

“Like, a date? Don’t they…”

“I think they think they’re plotting to make us date.”

He blinked at you. You grabbed his arm to start walking down the sidewalks. “Come on, we can at least talk about this over some ramen.”

“Didn’t you tell them?” Jisung’s face seemed as though it was permanently stuck in the same bewildered expression. You two were side by side at your favorite 24-hour ramen bar by the university, and you had finally filled him in on what he missed in the study room.

You slurped up a noodle. “I thought you did.”

“I thought you were going to!”

“They were your friends first!” You retorted indignantly.

“Hey, I only claim Chenle,” he held up his chopsticks and spoon defensively. “The others just came along.”

It was true that Jisung had befriended Chenle first, and the others just sort of came with the fairy. After all, dragons did tend to be solitary creatures, and on top of that, you’d be hard-pressed to find one hanging out with a dryad on purpose, much less two.

“Speaking of Chenle, how did you not even mention it to him? You live with him!”

“Well, every time I was going somewhere with you I’d be like ‘Oh, I’m going to wherever with Y/N’ or ‘I’m going to Y/N’s place.’ It’s not like I could call you something else.”

You tilted your head curiously. “Something else?”

“Like… you know… my girlfriend,” Jisung mumbled, very focused on stirring up some of his broth.

“Well… you could.” You were getting warm, and not from the spicy ramen.

He looked up at you, a smile growing on his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay, on one condition.” He set down both his utensils, holding up the number one.

“What’s that?”

“You call me your boyfriend.”

“God you’re dumb sometimes,” you shook your head, but still had fondness in your tone and your actions as you brought your hand up, all five fingers up. “Yes, duh.”

Jisung got the idea, opening the rest of his hand back up to lace all of his fingers with yours. You squeezed his hand, your stomach doing flips at the softness in his eyes as he looked at you.

The two of you brought your hands back down to keep eating, and your boyfriend circled your conversation back around to the entire reason you were here in the first place.

“Anyway, our friends.”

“Our friends,” you repeated unenthusiastically. “So… how are we going do it? They’re going to be annoying no matter how we go about it.”

“Good point. You know… they’re going to keep meddling if we don’t say anything. What if we just… let them?” He suggested.

“You’re proposing we fake not date and let them all run themselves in circles trying to connive us into dating?”

“How long do you think it’ll take them to notice?”

“A month,” you snorted.

“A month?” He scoffed. “Come on, they’re a bit dumb but they’re not that bad. Like, two weeks.”

“I think part of it’s going to depend on how stupid they think we are.”

That looked like it changed Jisung’s mind. “You’re so right, a month at least.”

“They’re going to kill us when they find out.”

“Don’t worry, the big scary dragon will protect you from their wrath, princess,” Jisung teased, throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer and kiss your cheek.

You laughed, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Ji, never call yourself that again. Please. Even as a joke.”

“So how was ramen?” Renjun asked before you could even open your mouth for a ‘good morning’ the next day.

“So how’s the family cat?” You shot back, taking your seat next to him in the lecture hall. “I was expecting to have to send you the notes for today since you had to drive to your parents’ three hours away in the middle of the night to see it.”

“You know, funniest thing happened. I had just gotten back to my apartment to pack, and my dad called me back and said the little guy made a full recovery. The vet called it a miracle. So I got my beauty rest in my own bed.”

You rolled your eyes. “Glad to hear Mr. Mittens is doing better.”

“So how was ramen?” The human repeated.

“Oh, it was really good!” You gushed. “I got a different bowl than I normally order, extra spicy still even though you and I weren’t gossiping, and I really, really liked it! I might make it my go-to order now instead of what I usually get.”

Renjun looked at you stone-faced. “Not the food, Y/N.”

“I don’t get it.”

“You and Jisung…”

“Ate ramen.”

“And…”

“Then we went home?”

“Separately?”

“He walked me home if that’s what you’re asking?” You raised an eyebrow. “He always offers to, especially at night. It’s really nice of him.”

“Yeah,” Renjun said knowingly. “He’s so nice.”

That afternoon, you met up with Jisung between classes in the student union, tucked away in an oversized armchair. You retold the story of Renjun asking about ramen to him, and your boyfriend giggled with delight.

“I’m telling you, Sungie, he looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel when he heard that we apparently didn’t magically fall in love over a bowl of ramen,” you snickered.

“Serves him right,” Jisung declared.

“What do you think they’re going to do next?”

“Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“In the meantime… movie night tonight?”

“I don’t know, I’m running out of Chenle’s box sets to impress you with.”

You laughed, gently nudging him in the side. “Guess you’ll just have to—”

“Hey… guys… what’s up?” Someone sputtered out from behind and just off to the side of the armchair.

Both you and Jisung whipped around to see Mark standing there, fountain drink in hand. He pulled his over-ear headphones off then, hanging them around his neck.

“Oh, hey Mark,” you waved at him, trying to play this off as casually as possible.

“Why are you two— you know,” he gestured vaguely to you and Jisung.

Jisung sat forward a bit, making the posing a bit less intimate with your faces further from each other. “Y/N and I both have time in between classes now, so we’re hanging out. I’d invite you on, but I don’t think there’s room. You can definitely pull up a chair or something and sit with us if you’ve got time though.”

“No, no, I’m good man,” the basilisk rejected the offer quickly. “Besides, I’ve got to meet up with Johnny for a thing, so, yeah. You two have fun… hanging out. Looks comfy.”

“Bye Mark!” You waved goodbye to him too, watching as he practically ran out of the building.

“Chenle asked me point blank if this was just a movie night,” Jisung informed you, plopping down onto your couch.

“Observant of him.” You sat down beside him and grabbed your remote to queue up the first movie. “And what did you say?”

“I asked him what else it could possibly be.”

“And that worked?”

“Yes,” your boyfriend huffed, a wisp of smoke shooting out his nose. “I don’t know if I should be relieved or offended that everyone is so willing to believe that I’m this stupid.”

With the DVD previews now playing, you set the remote down to get settled in for the movie. Jisung lifted an arm up for you to snuggle into his side, and you let out a contented sigh at the familiar warmth and smoky scent that enveloped you. It was like cuddling your own personal furnace.

“For now, be thankful, Ji,” you patted his chest. “After all, we’ll never know this kind of peace after they find out.”

He stroked a knuckle up and down your arm lazily. “Yeah... you’re right.”

“Of course I am.”

“Hey, look at me?” He requested, his voice a murmur. “You’ve got something on your mouth.”

You lifted your head up, confused. Just as you’d complied, the dragon swooped in, pressing his lips to yours in a dizzying kiss.

Your head was still spinning as he pulled away, running his thumb over your bottom lip, where his fangs had just been nibbling the moment prior.

“I-I thought there was something on my mouth?” You asked breathily.

“There was.” He smirked, still holding your chin in place. “It was my mouth.”

“Eep!” You let out a squeal as you nearly lost your balance, grabbing onto the shoulder of the closest person to keep from completely wiping out.

Jeno thankfully wasn’t very easy to knock over, and held your elbow to help you stay upright as you struggled to get reoriented. All your friends had gone ice skating today, and you were now realizing that you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d gone. You were a bit out of practice.

“You got it, Y/N?” The werewolf asked warily as you took a couple more cautious steps forward.

You wobbled a little. “Uh. No. Sorry, Jeno, just put me on the wall.”

“Here, you got her?” Jeno was talking to somebody else, but your eyes were glued to your skates to make sure you didn’t slip. So you weren’t even looking as the werewolf’s shoulder disappeared from your grip and was replaced by somebody else’s.

A warm hand was taking and moving yours, encouraging you to hold onto his upper arm for support. You immediately recognized it as Jisung’s, the only other person who would be this warm in the freezing temperature of the ice rink besides the werewolf who just left you. Pulling in closer to Jisung now, you felt a little bit more stable, and finally comfortable enough to look up from your feet to your boyfriend.

“Thanks, Ji,” you said genuinely, squeezing his arm.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled down at you. “Do you think you’re ready to start skating? The other guys have kind of abandoned us.”

Focusing your gaze ahead of you, you saw that your other six friends were way ahead of you on the rink. In fact, you couldn’t even see some of them at all, suspecting that they were about to be coming up behind you to lap you.

You nodded, preparing yourself mentally. “Yeah, I think I’m ready.”

And so you and Jisung started slowly moving along the ice together. Despite Jisung helping you stay upright initially—you still weren’t sure if he volunteered or was volunteered by your little matchmakers—he wasn’t really too adept of an ice skater either. He was truly only marginally better than you, so the two of you were slow going, and had a couple close calls in regards to stumbles. But you didn’t mind, you were spending time with your boyfriend and your friends. It was shaping up to be a really good day.

“Sorry, be right back. Bathroom break,” Chenle excused himself from the conversation you three were having at the moment, skating off at the next exit you passed by.

Craning your neck around, you realized that none of your friends were on the ice anymore. Renjun went to switch his skates out for a different size fifteen minutes ago, Mark and Jeno went to get food ten minutes ago, Jaemin and Donghyuck needed a water break five minutes ago, and now Chenle’s bathroom break.

“Huh…” You caught Jisung’s eye knowingly. “Looks like it’s just us now, Sungie…”

“Miraculously it is,” he agreed sarcastically.

“You think they’re coming back?”

Then both your phones went off, a text tone. Jisung stopped the two of you skating to take his out, showing that it was a text in your group chat with everybody.

[donghyuck: the concessions stand nachos gave mark food poisoning and he threw up everywhere so we’re all taking him home! you guys stay and skate though! have fun!]

“Guess not,” you sighed. “For Mark’s sake, and the poor employees’ sake, I hope that’s a complete lie.”

“Well, now that they’re gone…” Jisung turned to you, taking both of your hands in his and bringing them up to his mouth, blowing hot air over them. Your numb fingers quickly warmed up, and you watched his every move lovingly. He brought your hands back down from his mouth, eyes pleading, as he asked, “Can we go? I hate the cold.”

You laughed, nodding as you squeezed his hands. “Of course, yes.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you.” Jisung practically dragged you to the exit, lifting you with an arm around your waist to help you down the big step down from the rink to the main floor.

[jisung: did donghyuck ask you to meet him at the coffee shop in the student union in ten minutes?]

[you: no, but mark did]

[jisung: well, i'll see you in ten]

With a fond shake of your head, you pocketed your phone and started your journey across campus. Looks like you were going to have an impromptu coffee date with Jisung. You had to admit it, while their meddling could be annoying, it was a little fun sometimes to see when your next spontaneous date with your own boyfriend would be, as arranged by your six little matchmakers.

As you arrived at the small but extremely busy campus coffee shop, you surmised that you were the first one to get there, and hopped in the obscenely long line to at least order for yourself. You took out your phone to text your friend that you were supposed to be meeting.

[you: hey, i’m here! i’m in line, what do you want, in case i order before you get here?]

Mark did immediately text back his coffee order—which was actually an order for one of the “refreshers” that you were pretty sure was just a mix of various juices. Coffee was too bitter for his extremely sensitive snake tongue.

Your basilisk friend found you while you were still waiting for the drinks to come out, and once you had them in hand, the two of you went to find a spot to sit down together. You raised an eyebrow when he suggested a table with four chairs instead of the two-seater that you had spotted, but you shrugged and accepted his reasoning that it was in a quieter area. Sitting across from him, you put your bag in the seat next to you.

“So how’s your day going, Mark?” You asked him brightly, taking a sip of your drink.

“Hm? Oh, good, good.” His eyes flitted around the student union almost anxiously, as if he were anticipating something.

You pushed on in the conversation, however. “That’s good. And how are your powers coming along?”

Most natural-born magical creatures started developing their powers practically at birth, but basilisks didn’t come into theirs until after their first molting—which Mark just had last year. The last you’d heard, he’d partially petrified his human roommate Johnny back in the spring and had been working on getting them under control as they got stronger since.

“It’d be a lot better if Johnny would just let Taeil and Doyoung make him a protection charm so that I wouldn’t keep accidentally compelling and petrifying him,” Mark covered his face with a groan. “But no, he’s got this whole deal about wanting to make sure we all know he doesn’t think we’re monsters and he’s not afraid of us. Which is all well and good but like come on, maybe he should take at least some precautions when he’s like getting petrified by his basilisk roommate every week! So now I have to wear sunglasses around the apartment like I’m hungover 24/7.”

You winced sympathetically, not realizing the situation was that bad. “Maybe start sprinkling some weasel fur into his morning coffee?”

“Eugh, weasel fur coffee. I think you’ve described my actual worst nightmare.” Mark wrinkled his nose and looked like he was genuinely holding back a gag. “Anyway, I think he might notice if there were suddenly furs in his iced Americano every morning.”

“Maybe the witches can put it in something else innocuous that he’d use every day? It’d just be until you got a handle on your powers, remember.”

“If I ever do,” he sighed, stirring his straw around in his drink.

“You will, Mark,” you tried to reassure him. “It’s only been a year. These things take time.”

“Yeah, MCS major? Want to give me some statistics on basilisk powers to make me feel better?” He retorted, and you knew your friend well enough to understand that the words were meant to be light-hearted, despite the bitter and biting tone that they came out with instead.

You gave him a frank look. “I’m not Renjun. I’m not a walking, talking encyclopedia of magical creatures. But if you insist on making me think back to Intro to MCS… On average, basilisks take two to three years to reach full development of their powers after molting. You just molted a little over a year ago, you can’t put so much pressure on yourself to be perfect already, Mark.”

He ran a hand through his hair, forked tongue flicking in the air before he spoke again. “Fine, fine. You’re right. I knew all this, it’s just… it’s a lot more of a relief to hear it from somebody else.”

“I know what you mean, don’t worry,” you smiled at your friend.

He smiled back at you, genuinely, a flash of his two sharp snake fangs that hadn’t finished descending yet, then it turned sort of weird, before the smile fell entirely from his face. Mark sat forward in his chair, looking a bit more businesslike now. “Y/N, I’ve got to tell you something, and I don’t have very long, so please don’t say anything, just let me talk, okay?”

Your eyes widened with alarm at whatever the hell could be coming next, but you just slowly nodded.

“Thanks. I didn’t just ask you here to get coffee and hang out. I’m really sorry. You see, Donghyuck and I—”

“Mark! Y/N! Hey!” The very dryad that had just been named suddenly emerged from the crowd, with your boyfriend in tow.

Mark gave you an apologetic look before he turned to Donghyuck and Jisung. “Oh. Donghyuck. And Jisung. What a… surprise.”

The two newcomers each had their own coffee orders in hand, and you smiled at them.

“Hey, guys! Did you two get coffee too?” You did your best to pretend both like you had no clue something was up because Jisung told you about it, and because Mark had just almost told you about it.

“Yeah, we did!” Donghyuck replied cheerily.

“Well, we have a couple extra seats, if you want to join us,” you offered of your own volition this time, taking your bag off the chair next to you.

Jisung remained standing for a moment, looking to Donghyuck for his cue. The dryad was absolutely beaming.

“Of course!” He slid right in next to Mark, who looked like he wanted to die. “Thanks, Y/N!”

The dragon took the seat beside you with no further prompting.

You turned your focus back to the basilisk, doing your absolute best to feign obliviousness. “So, what were you saying, Mark?”

Donghyuck looked at him pointedly. “Yeah, Mark, what were you saying?”

“Never mind, I forgot,” he waved it off. “Wasn’t important, I guess.”

You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink.

“What’d you get, Y/N?” Jisung asked curiously.

“My usual. You want some?”

“Sure.”

You held yours out to him at the same time that he handed his over to you in return. As naturally as you could with the two pairs of dumbfounded eyes glued to you, you took a sip of Jisung’s drink. Yep, it was his regular order, same as always. You handed it back, holding out an expectant hand to receive yours again.

Jisung didn’t let either of your two slack-jawed friends recover to ask questions or make comments, though, immediately engaging them in conversation. “Donghyuck, how’d that report go, by the way?”

“Oh, don’t get me started on that Panforsaken assignment!”

Jaemin threw the ball as hard as he could, and you watch as it sailed in a perfect arc, then suddenly changed direction midair, leaving Jeno to have to turn on the spot and run to catch up. You three had all gone back to the park again today, you and Jaemin weaving endless clover crowns in between throwing the ball for Jeno. It was another lovely day, a bit crisper than when you and Jisung had gone. A single, puffy white cloud floated by overhead as you hummed a tune to yourself, fingers mindlessly weaving in another blue wildflower.

“Y/N...” Jaemin said, reminding you of your dad who had caught you sneaking in after your curfew.

“Jaemin...” You mimicked his tone.

“So... what’s going on with you?”

“Spit it out, Jaemin. You clearly want to ask me about something specific.”

“Y/N, I’m a dryad. I’m in touch with nature, you know. The plants, the trees, the dirt, the animals, all of it,” he explained, setting his weaving down. “And that includes humans. As much as you humans don’t want to admit it, you’re a part of nature, too. And I know I can’t feel your emotions like a unicorn can, but I can tell that you and Jisung clearly care for each other.”

“Yeah, Jaemin, I love all of you guys. We’ve become really good friends over the years.”

“No, Y/N. Differently than the rest of us care for each other.” The dryad patted your cheek, a wistful look on his face. “I don’t know if you’re just lying to yourself, or if you haven’t realized it yet, but you and Jisung… it is different than the rest of us.”

You had to bite down on your bottom lip, cover your mouth, and hide your face in your chest to keep from laughing right in Jaemin’s face and entirely blowing your cover right then and there. The dryad clearly misinterpreted your actions, as he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around you, shushing and cooing at you.

“It’s okay, Y/N. It’s okay.” He rubbed your back. “I can’t feel dragons as well for… obvious reasons, but he likes you too. I promise. It’s all going to work out.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak without giggling then.

“I got it—! Oh, uh…” Jeno’s excited cheers cut off as his voice got closer and closer. “Are you... okay?”

You felt Jaemin take one of his hands off your back, and could only imagine whatever silent conversation the two of them were having with gestures. After “composing yourself” again, you sat up straight, looking up at Jeno and holding your hand out.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Jeno,” you reassured him. “Come on, dude. It’s my turn to throw.”

You drummed your fingers on the table beside your book, the highlighter nearly falling out of your other hand as you were about to fall asleep. Jeno, Jaemin, and Donghyuck weren’t faring any better than you, seeming about ready to fall asleep over their own textbooks and laptops too. The only member of your little study group who didn’t seem to be on the brink of a boredom-induced coma was Renjun. The human was chugging along through the assigned reading for one of your classes as per usual, dutifully taking his color-coded notes. You watched him through half-lidded, tired eyes, trying to figure out if he was maybe a robot, or was on Adderall, or was on the magic equivalent of Adderall, to be this committed of a student.

Renjun’s gaze slowly lifted from his textbook to you, then he raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Yes, Y/N?”

“Okay. What is it?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Drugs? Aliens? Because I’ll believe in the little guys now.”

“What?”

“How can you not be—”

“Hey, Y/N.” A soothing voice, warm hand on your head, and familiar cup from the campus coffee shop being placed in front of your face cut off your rambles right as you had begun to pick up steam. “Brought this for you.”

You looked up at Jisung, offering him as much of a smile as you could in your frazzled state. “Oh, hey, Ji. Thank you.”

“Also grabbed you these.” He unzipped the front pocket of his bookbag, taking out a holographic box of candy and setting it next to the drink on the table.

“Oh, Sungie…” You sighed, feeling the tension in your shoulders dissipate at the sweet gesture from your boyfriend. “Thank you. Seriously.”

Jisung gave your shoulder a squeeze. “‘Course. Well, I should let you get back to studying. I’ll see you later, princess.”

“Bye, Ji.” You gave him an unamused look, earning only a cheeky little smile in return. He got to walk away and leave you to deal with the aftermath of that nickname drop.

After he left, you were smiling to yourself happily anyway, basking in the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest when you turned back around to see the looks on your friends’ faces. It took everything in you not to burst out laughing.

“He’s calling you ‘princess.’” Donghyuck deadpanned.

“Oh that? That’s just an inside joke.” You tried to play it off with a light, nervous laugh. “It’s not—”

“Inside joke?” Jeno repeated, as if there were any way for him to mishear you in the dead quiet of the library.

“Oh we would love to be enlightened to how this joke came about.” Jaemin requested sweetly, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them.

Donghyuck leapt back in to take the lead again. “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it’s hilarious. Jisung is really known for his sense of humor. You know, like all dragons.”

You went to crack open the box of gummy candy Jisung had brought you, enchanted to change color and flavor based on your mood. This time the gummies were yellow and pink, lemon and strawberry flavored.

“Yeah, it’s a long story but that’s it. He doesn’t…” You trailed off sheepishly, giving them a look as if it were the most impossible thing in the world to imply that Jisung could possibly have romantic intentions behind calling you that.

Donghyuck’s eye twitched.

You weren’t alone with Jisung again until the next night. Laying on your bed in your room, you heard the sound of your front door unlocking, then Jisung calling out to announce his presence. You yelled back loud enough so he knew where in the apartment you were.

As soon as he poked his head into your bedroom, you shot up in bed, pointing at him accusingly.

“You are a menace,” you declared, sitting up fully.

He snorted a puff of smoke out in disbelief. “What?”

“Donghyuck about exploded trying to explain the concept of petnames to me after you called me ‘princess’ yesterday.”

“I’ll do you one better.” Jisung challenged you, slinging his backpack around to his front.

“Oh really?”

He unzipped the main pocket of his bag to start rooting around in it. “I got a Renjun lecture of epic proportions today about human dating rituals.”

“No.” You covered your mouth with your hand in horror.

“He made me a PowerPoint and everything. I had to take notes.” Jisung dropped a spiral notebook onto your bed, and you scrambled forward to grab it.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, eyes skimming over the page. There, in Jisung’s messy scrawl, were little notes about how human dates work: gifts, flowers, the whole works. It was definitely a Renjun lecture, because it was phrased from an academic viewpoint, and absolutely did not read like just a friend giving another friend dating advice.

You looked up from the page to your boyfriend. “How did this even—”

“I really should’ve been more suspicious of his offer to study buddy up since you guys just studied yesterday, because I was then falsely imprisoned in a study room.”

“Oh, Sungie,” you cooed, tossing the notebook aside and reaching out for his face instead. “I am so sorry you had to be subjected to that.”

“I tried to tell him that I grew up around humanoids just fine, but he said that Chenle didn’t count,” Jisung sighed, letting you cradle his cheeks in your hands.

You chuckled. “Well, I do sort of have to agree with Renjun there. I like Chenle, but a fairy prince isn’t exactly representative of humans.”

“What?” He gave you a thoughtful pout.

“I mean, my aunt married a basilisk, so I grew up with basilisk cousins. But you wouldn’t want me to say that I know about dragons because of that, right?”

“Well… I guess, yeah.”

“That’s all I mean, Sungie.” You reassured him, looping your arms around his neck. “That doesn’t mean I wanted you to be locked in a study room all by yourself with Renjun for who knows how long being lectured on supposed human courting.”

“I wasn’t by myself, Jaemin was there too. He was the one keeping the door locked.”

You nodded solemnly, easily able to imagine how the dryad could do that any number of ways with any number of plants. Pulling him closer to you, you pecked his nose, then the apples of his cheeks.

“Seems like the dragon needed rescuing from the crazed madman this time, hm?” You teased as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Yes, unfortunately I think the school would have frowned upon me eating him or his leafy accomplice.”

“Presumably.”

He let his head fall forward into the crook of your neck with a groan, his hot breath washing over your skin.

“Well, you’re all safe here in my tower now,” you promised him, threading your fingers through his hair.

Reclined into a corner of Jeno and Jaemin’s couch, you happily munched on your snack, feet propped up in Jaemin’s lap. Everyone was meeting at their apartment for a video game night, and you were still waiting on a couple more to arrive before you could officially start your mess of a tournament. Everyone’s schedules fluctuated so much that you always planned on having at least one required full-group hangout every month. Usually the activity chosen was a bit more exotic, but after Renjun's submission for last month’s “weirdly niche PowerPoint night” that was supposed to be ten minutes at most ended up being over an hour, it was decided that something easy and mundane was in order for this month. So, pizza and Super Smash Bros.

Chenle had arrived a couple minutes ago, unfortunately without his roommate. You knew that Jisung had ended up staying at the library much later than he intended—his assignment took longer than he expected to complete—but he was on his way now. The fairy was sitting sideways in an armchair, legs dangling over one arm and head supported by the other as he scrolled on his phone.

There was a knock at the front door, and Jeno got up to get it, as his roommate was currently preoccupied being your footrest. Not that the dryad seemed to mind, he was perfectly content to scold and correct Renjun from afar on how he was (apparently incorrectly) setting up the gaming system to accommodate all the additional controllers the eight of you would require to play at the same time.

Renjun was sat directly in front of the TV, bickering back with him. “Oh, you want to come get up and do it yourself, Jaemin? It’s your fucking Switch anyway.”

“Don’t need to get up,” Jaemin replied smugly, shooting a vine out to smack Renjun on the back of the head.

His reflexes were quicker than the human’s, as the plant had snapped back out of Renjun’s reach before he could grab it. What he was going to do with it if he got it, you didn’t want to know.

“Hey!” “Hi.”

You looked up from the building tension at the cheerful greetings. It had been Mark and Donghyuck at the door, the basilisk wordlessly squatting down next to Renjun to take a look at the gaming system too. You gave the newcomers a wave from your spot, which was slightly hindered by the sleeves of your oversized sweatshirt.

“I like that hoodie, Y/N.” Donghyuck sat down next to Jaemin on the couch, grabbing a chip out of the large bowl on the coffee table.

“Yeah, looks comfy.” Jaemin grabbed the end of the big sleeves and shook them around for emphasis. “Where’d you get it?”

“Huh?” You looked down at exactly what you were wearing. Well, shit. It was a plain black hoodie with a small simple embroidery of the brand’s logo on the front. It wasn’t yours, and you’d specifically worn it here so that you wouldn’t forget to bring it with you to give it back to the actual owner. “Oh, I don’t know, you’d have to ask Jisung, it’s his.”

“What?!” Donghyuck crushed his chip in his hand. Jaemin put a hand on his arm to encourage him to calm down.

“Yeah, we were hanging out yesterday and I got cold, so he let me borrow it. He accidentally left my place without it, so I’ve actually got to return it to him when he gets here.” And that was the truth. Not even carefully chosen words, or twisting of the narrative.

Donghyuck’s outburst had drawn the attention of everybody else in the living room—save for Chenle, who was still flicking through his phone.

“Wait, wait, let me get this straight, Jisung let you borrow something of his?” Renjun clarified.

“Yeah, Ji lets me use his stuff sometimes.”

Your human friend completely set the pieces of the gaming console down, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Y/N. You’re a Magical Creatures Studies major. Think. A dragon let you borrow his stuff? And even forgot to ask for it back? Allegedly.”

“Oh my G— Renjun, come on! A bit stereotypical, don’t you think?” You crossed your arms defensively.

“Stereotype or not, Jisung doesn’t share,” Chenle cut in dryly. “He’s very protective of his hoard.”

“See?” Renjun gestured at the fairy vigorously.

You looked to the others for help, the panic in you real this time. Donghyuck looked like he finally had the last piece he needed to connect to finish his conspiracy board; Jaemin gave you a pointed, but satisfied look; Mark refused to meet your pleading eyes; and even Jeno, sweet Jeno, could just shrug at you.

“Dragons are kind of like werewolves, right?” He added casually. “We scent our pack. Or, I guess dragons have a nest?”

You could barely hear Jeno’s pondering at the end about the proper terminology for dragons, as nearly everyone else in the room about lost their damn minds at you. Their victorious cheers, jeers, and jokes went in one ear and out the other as your hands felt at the soft material of the inside of the hoodie.

As an MCS major, you always tried very hard to not treat your friends simply as their species, but as individuals, too, and learn about them personally in addition to whatever was covered in class. That was especially true for Jisung, who you knew didn’t really grow up around other dragons, so the habits and customs of dragons that you studied weren’t so easily applied to him. So when he offered you his hoodie last night, it was easy for you to just be giddy and happy because your boyfriend was sharing clothes with you. But it wasn’t just a hoodie, really. You and Renjun hadn’t taken your class on dragons, basilisks, and wyverns yet, therefore the only stuff you knew was from Intro to MCS and personal experience. But this was still—

Then, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” Donghyuck shot to his feet and ran for the front door before anybody else could.

“Speak of the dragon and he shall appear!” The dryad announced cheerfully just a second later, dragging Jisung in with an arm around his neck.

“Hey, Jisung!” Jaemin brushed your feet off his lap to stand up as well. “Here, sit. I’ll grab you something to drink.”

“Uh, hey, guys.” Jisung shook Donghyuck off to straighten up and look around at everyone. The dragon sat down beside you. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hey, Ji. I’ve got your hoodie, sorry about accidentally stealing it last night.” You grabbed the hem, about to take it off to give it back.

“It’s okay, you can hold onto it. It’s a bit drafty in here.” He waved you off nonchalantly, accepting a drink from Jaemin, who had just returned from the kitchen.

“Oh. Thanks.” You pulled your knees in to your chest, too overwhelmed to say much else.

Renjun was right, you were well aware that dragons were possessive over their belongings— gold or otherwise. The gravity of Jisung offering the hoodie to you in the first place and now letting you keep it was not lost on you. And then there was of course Jeno’s insightful comment.

“So why were you talking about me without me around?” Jisung asked the others, not sounding very thrilled at the idea.

“Y/N was just telling us that you two were hanging out last night.” Donghyuck happily informed him.

“Alone.” Jaemin added.

“Again.” Jeno coughed.

The first dryad continued, “We’re hurt that we weren’t invited.”

Jisung scoffed, “Well considering you guys just disappear all the time now, we figured you didn’t like hanging out with us anymore.”

“But since you want to hang so bad, we should all do something this weekend!” You leapt in to suggest.

“Great idea, Y/N.” Jaemin was beaming at you.

Chenle tapped a couple things on his phone as he offered, “Isn’t the student activities board hosting that movie screening on the lawn?”

“Yeah!” Mark perked up, looking up from all the wires and controllers he was still messing with. “Taeyong’s on the board this year and he’s really excited for everything they’ve got planned. I know he’d love it if we all went.”

Taeyong was another friend of Mark’s; a unicorn, if you could recall correctly.

“Sounds like a plan.” Jisung nodded.

You pointed a threatening finger at everyone except your boyfriend, “And I swear, if a single one of you bail in the middle of the movie, I’m going to think you hate me.”

“Y/N! I could never hate you!” Jaemin gasped, throwing a hand over his chest in offense.

“Then stop leaving me!”

“C’mon, Renjun, we’re gonna miss the start of the movie!” You were practically dragging your friend through campus.

“You mean you’re going to miss precious time with Jisung,” Renjun retorted, but nevertheless gave in to your tugging on his arm, starting a light jog to keep up with you.

“And what do you mean by that?” You asked. Honestly, you were kind of hoping that he was onto you. It was funny at first to see your friends run themselves in circles, but now it was just a bit saddening—and annoying—to not interact with your boyfriend how you really wanted to all the time.

Your human friend sighed. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Finally, the two of you arrived at the front lawn, and you craned your neck around to look for your other friends. You and Renjun were the last two to arrive. There, off to the side and up towards the front of the open space, several blankets overlapped, and your other six friends were sprawled out on them. Jeno and Jisung had spotted you two already, waving to get your attention.

A large white screen had been set up to one side of the university’s front lawn, the chosen movie being projected across it. Thankfully, it hadn’t started yet. You could see a stand where the student activities board was handing out popcorn, and students were scattered about the lawn. Your friends had gotten a spot opposite from the snack stand, and you and Renjun traversed your way around other attendees to get to them.

“Hey!” You smiled at everyone, plopping down beside Jisung without a second thought. “Sorry we were almost late—”

“But somebody forgot the candy.” Renjun cut in as he dropped a convenience store bag onto the center of the blankets, pointed glare fixed on Chenle and Jisung.

“We remembered the chips!” Jisung defensively pointed to a pile of bags of chips and other salty snacks that were sitting in the middle of everyone.

Mark patted a cooler beside him. “And Hyuck and I remembered the drinks. And nobody’s late. So everything’s fine, Renjun.”

You chuckled, overturning the bag to dump out all the boxes and bags of candy onto the pile of snacks as well. Everyone grabbed what they wanted and settled in for the start of the movie. It was cool outside, and though you were already wearing Jisung’s big hoodie, you also wrapped one of the extra blankets around your shoulders.

“Are you cold?” Jisung asked you quietly. There was a steady hum of chatter from the crowd, which had become a little softer with the beginning of the movie.

“‘M alright, Ji,” you reassured him. “Just... don’t move too far away. You’re like a portable space heater.”

He shifted around to lay down, his head and most of his upper body in your lap. You weren’t sure how much of the movie he could actually see from this angle, with Mark, Jeno, and Renjun in front of you, but you weren’t going to be the one to point that out. The two of you were towards the back corner of the blankets, Jaemin and Donghyuck to your left, Chenle on the other side of and in front of Donghyuck; Mark and Renjun were properly sitting up at the front of the blanket, with Jeno sprawled out across their laps—reminding you just a little bit of a happy puppy looking for ear rubs.

You fondly brushed some of Jisung’s hair out of his eyes, contemplating the pros and cons of just kissing him on the nose right now. Yeah, there’d probably be no way in hell you could play that off, but he was scrunching it up very adorably as he concentrated on reaching for a small patch of clover that was just off to the side next to the blanket.

You were still weighing your options when he changed his focus to a point just past your head instead. His eyes flicked between the weaving in his hands and the sky as he got the clover crown started, but once he’d gotten the rhythm down, he just kept gazing upwards.

“Pretty stars...” He murmured.

“I know.” You looked up at the sky, at all the stars twinkling and winking back at you. “What do we think? Are there aliens up there with them?”

“Mm... Maybe.”

You looked down at Jisung, mouth quirked up in an amused but affectionate smile. “Yeah?”

“Well, space is pretty big.”

After a pause, you nodded. “Okay, sure. Why not?”

“Seriously?” Renjun was looking at you over his shoulder incredulously. “I’ve done actual research on this, I’ve tried to succinctly make real arguments for you multiple times since we met, I chose it for my PowerPoint night topic with actual scientific studies and facts. And Jisung just bats his eyelashes at you and says ‘space is big’ and you’re convinced?”

He looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. You froze, looking around at all of your friends that had turned to witness this interaction like you were the movie instead.

Jisung frowned. “I didn’t bat my eyelashes. Did I bat my eyelashes?”

“You kind of did, Jisung.” Chenle reached over to ruffle his hair, and the dragon swatted his hand away, earning a cackle from the fairy.

“Uhh...” You scrambled to think of a way to placate your human friend. “I think I just needed some time to get my head around the idea, Renjun. You know, I think the next time you really would have persuaded me, but Jisung just beat you to it, sorry.”

Renjun didn’t seem convinced, but just rolled his eyes and looked back to the movie. “Yeah, I’m sure I would’ve gotten you next time, Y/N. Tin foil hat and all.”

The others all turned back to the movie now that the spectacle was over, except for Jaemin, whose attention was still on your boyfriend.

“Jisung? When’d you learn to make clover crowns?” He asked curiously, head tilted.

“Hm? Oh, Y/N showed me.” Jisung replied absentmindedly, looking down at his hands as if he hadn’t even realized he was doing it.

Jaemin looked at you with wide eyes, and you looked back at him sheepishly in a silent conversation, as you both were definitely thinking of the exact same thing.

The day that Jaemin had shown you how to make clover crowns, he’d told you an oral tradition that was passed down among dryads about them. Your friends were always happy to indulge your interest in the folklore and religious/spiritual aspect of Magical Creatures Studies, especially in contrast to Renjun’s sometimes militant laser focus on the current socioeconomic-political structure of modern society.

It was a story about two dryads who were in love. One had to leave—depending on who was telling the story, it was a trip, a war, or a kidnapping; Jaemin opted for a dangerous trip—for an indeterminate amount of time. The other dryad waited, and weaved a clover crown every day until their lover came back to them. Nowadays, dryads will weave clover crowns for their loved ones, it’s a treasured tradition for older members of families to show young relatives how to do it, and elaborate clover crowns with specific flowers will sometimes be given as confessions or special gifts to romantic partners. Clover crowns are connected to the idea of love for dryads.

And judging by the look Jaemin was giving you, he was not going to ascribe this one to cultural differences.

Donghyuck had whipped around at this revelation as well, and smacked Jaemin’s arm to get his attention. The two dryads leaned their heads together to have a hushed conversation of fervent whispers, and you desperately hoped that whatever they were saying was both quiet enough for your friends with super hearing to not be able to distinguish, and vague enough that if it could be overheard, it wouldn’t make any sense to them. Well, specifically Jisung.

You were walking a very narrow tightrope of wanting your friends to find you two out so you could get it over with, while also not needing them to find out this way, since Jisung didn’t even know about the meaning behind the clover crowns. Your relationship was still new, fresh, bubbly, and good; you two hadn’t even said ‘I love you’ yet. Based on how the dragon had reacted to just you discussing the societal concept of marriage in an academic context before, you wanted to approach the whole ‘I love you’ situation with a lot more tact than your friends would surely have.

You’d been nervously watching the two dryads when a tap on your shoulder stole your attention back. You looked down at Jisung attentively. “Yeah, Sungie?”

“Here,” he said simply, holding up the finished clover crown for you.

Despite the anxious pretzels that your stomach was knotting itself into, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at both the crown and Jisung. “Ah, you’ve gotten a lot better, Ji.”

You were just moving a few of the buds aside to inspect his improved weave pattern when he spoke up again.

“Are you going to put it on or give me a grade on my clover crown weaving?” He pouted at you.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized, placing the crown atop your head. “There. Happy?”

He sighed melodramatically. “I suppose...”

“You want your own?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Hush and watch the movie, I’ll make you one.”

At the end of the movie, you were satisfied with the fact that all of your friends had ended up staying with you this time. After holding out the convenience store bag for everyone to throw their trash into, you momentarily left the group to throw that bag out in a large campus trash can. The others stayed back to pack up all the blankets and such.

You weren’t alone for long, as Donghyuck sidled up next to you and fell into step with you.

“Great Pan, you’re practically betrothed!” He sighed, putting a hand on his chest.

You gave him an unamused look, but didn’t reply, continuing your route through the mass of other students.

“Y/N, seriously,” he sighed, leaning against the wall by the can as you tossed the bag in the trash. “What’s this whole song and dance about? How can we be more obvious? You two like each other. Do you need to hear him say it? Will that finally convince you?”

You opened your mouth, about to just blurt it out, finally end this whole stupid charade, be done with it, with everything. But Donghyuck was still. Talking.

“I mean, I thought I’d had my fill of playing matchmaker for the oblivious and hopeless on spring break—” He laughed to himself, seemingly remembering something funny, which you had no clue what on earth he was talking about. “—but you two are really something else.”

Setting your jaw, you spun on your heel and walked away, leaving him to scramble his way through the crowd to catch up with you.

“Hey! Y/N! Wait! Was it something I said?”

Knocking on the door of Jisung and Chenle’s apartment, you bounced from heel to toe as you waited for your boyfriend to answer the door. Usually, you two didn’t hang out at his place unless he knew Chenle was going to be out all day, or for several days. It was just a lot easier to relax at your apartment with no roommates. But he’d texted asking you to meet him ASAP, so you’d yanked your shoes on and hurried over.

You heard the familiar sounds of the door unlocking, then it was swung open. Except Jisung wasn’t on the other side.

“Y/N.” Chenle greeted you with a curt nod, not seeming very surprised that you were there. Well, they did have a rather robust security system thanks to His Highness here in front of you, so he had probably checked the front door camera before answering it.

“Oh hey, Chenle.” You smiled at the fairy as he stepped back to let you in, and followed him further in towards the living room. Looking around, you couldn’t spot your boyfriend. In fact, in the back of your mind, you realized that a pair of his sneakers were missing by the front door. “Where’s Ji?”

“Grocery run.”

Weird. His text made it sound like an emergency, or at least extremely important. To text you to meet him ASAP and then just go to the grocery store... Maybe he had gotten a new game in and just wanted to show you immediately, then realized he was out of snacks. That definitely sounded like Jisung. Deciding that it was probably something like that, you looked back to his roommate, a little sheepish, “Uh, do you mind if I wait for him, then? He texted me to meet him here.”

“No, he didn’t. I did from his phone, right before I asked him to go get me some cough drops for my sore throat that I don’t have.” Chenle admitted freely, perching on the arm of a leather armchair and focusing an unreadable expression on you.

“I see.” You nodded, leaning against the couch opposite the room from him. “So, what did you want to talk to me about that you had to use such methods to do so?”

“Y/N. We both know that Jisung is stupid.”

“Woah, tell me how you really feel, Chenle,” you chuckled, trying to keep your voice light.

“And you’re not.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“So, at this point, either you’re being intentionally obtuse, or you’re stringing Jisung along. And I’m not going to sit back and let anyone do that to him.”

Your eyes widened at the hard edge Chenle’s tone had taken, and the faint lime green glow emanating off of him. “Uh—”

“Jaemin and Donghyuck are always talking about being in tune with nature, sensing humans, knowing what’s in a human’s heart. They’re into all that crap. I know humans. You’re more like fae than you like to think.” He was practically spitting his words out now, unable to sit still, pacing the floor in front of the armchair. Slowing to a stop again, he pivoted on his heel to set his sharp eyes back on you—except they weren’t his usual dark brown, they were an electric, glowing, burning neon green. “So you’re going to either actually make the first move on that moron, or reject him. Today.”

Oh the jig was so up. Just as you were about to figuratively spill your guts—in order to keep from having them literally spilled for you—the click of the front door shutting echoed through the apartment. You didn’t dare take your eyes off the fairy in front of you, though.

“Chenle, stop it.” Jisung sighed from behind you, and you did finally snap your head around when you heard his voice, relief flooding your being when you saw your boyfriend.

Chenle’s eyes immediately flickered back to a chocolate brown, all glow gone, and he offered a placid smile to the dragon. “Oh, Jisung. Quick grocery trip. And you didn’t even get my lozenges.”

“I was all the way at the store when I realized I forgot my wallet,” the dragon deadpanned, clearly not believing his roommate’s act, which the fairy was well aware of. He made his way over to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Leave her alone, Chenle. She’s not deceiving me.”

“We’re kind of deceiving all of you.” You confessed to the fairy, bracing yourself for what was to come.

“Yeah, we’ve uh, we’ve been dating for two months,” Jisung confirmed with a nod.

“You… what?” Chenle’s jaw dropped, genuine disbelief on his face this time.

You added, “We wanted to see how long it would take you guys to notice.”

“And see how far you’d take your meddling. I’m honestly surprised it took this long to escalate to threats from you, Chenle. But I was expecting them to be aimed at me, not Y/N. Something along the lines of ‘actually ask her out or I’ll hex you,’ not this.” Jisung then looked at you, features turning concerned and voice softer. “I’m sorry, by the way, if I thought this was even a remote possibility, I would have called this off sooner. Are you okay?”

“I know, Jisung, I know you would’ve. I’m fine, I promise,” you reassured him quietly, tilting your head closer as he pressed a quick peck to your temple.

Chenle didn’t seem to be paying you two much attention anymore, stumbling towards the other end of the couch that you and Jisung were standing at. “You not only played a trick without me, but you played it on me?”

He dramatically clutched at his chest like he’d been stabbed. “You caused mischief and strife without me? Wreaked havoc and I was none the wiser? Pulled the wool over my eyes?”

He finally sat down on the couch, falling back against the plush cushions as if he were going to perish at any second, throwing a hand over his face for good measure.

“Is he okay?” You leaned over to ask Jisung quietly.

“He’ll probably continue these theatrics for another five to ten minutes, then we can have a real conversation,” Jisung informed you.

“I heard all of that!” Chenle pointed an accusatory finger at you two.

“Chenle, how about we make it up to you?” You offered.

Your boyfriend looked at you with wide eyes, making a slicing motion over his neck with one hand, clearly signaling you to back off of doing that. You were well aware that making any kind of deal with a fairy was a bad idea, especially one that would put you in their debt.

The fairy didn’t move, instead letting out a fake sob.

“Help us play one last trick on the rest of the guys. A grand finale.”

Jisung squinted at you, clearly having no clue what the hell you were talking about. Which was fair, because you had just come up with it on the spot.

Chenle shot up into a sitting position, looking alive and well now. He laced his hands together over his lap. “Do tell.”

“I do have to say Jisung, you chose well. She’s practically a fairy,” Chenle declared, patting his roommate on the shoulder. The three of you were hiding behind a building on your college’s campus, peeking around at the main courtyard to spy on Mark, Donghyuck, and Renjun standing and having a conversation.

“I hate this.” Jisung huffed, crossing his arms.

You rubbed his other shoulder with a concerned frown, “We don’t have to do it if you really don’t like it, Sungie.”

“No, I mean you two getting along. I know the prank is fake.”

“Aw, afraid that I’m going to replace you with her as my partner in crime, Jisung?” Chenle teased. “Don’t worry, I think I’ve just found another accomplice. We’ll be a trio instead of a duo.”

The fairy’s eyes seemed to glitter at the prospect, and not just with the usual amount of magic that was in them.

“You are not roping Y/N in, too,” Jisung insisted.

“I don’t know, Sungie. Kinda sounds fun.” You shrugged, always hearing the two of them recount their misadventures together—or witnessing the odd one here or there—but never having the opportunity to join them properly before.

“See?” Chenle grinned smugly.

Jisung huffed again, this time a puff of smoke coming out of his nose. “Like I said. I hate this.”

“Anyway, there they are. You go in first, Jisung.” Chenle had finally spotted your last two targets, Jeno and Jaemin, joining the others.

“See you in a second, Sungie.” You gave him a final double thumbs up for encouragement before he took off towards them.

After a beat of silence, Chenle suddenly proclaimed, “I like you for Jisung.”

“Uh, thanks, Mr. Park, I have to say, you look great for your age.” You joked, arching a bemused eyebrow at your friend.

“That would be funny if either I or Jisung were human,” he replied humorously. “But I’m being serious. You know how Jisung and I met, right?”

“Yes, I do.” You nodded solemnly.

Chenle had found Jisung on the outskirts of his kingdom back home, a little dragon curled up all alone under a bush in a rainstorm, no other dragons in sight. At the time, Chenle himself was only a boy as well. Jisung didn’t talk much about his life before Chenle, and you didn’t know if he could even remember a lot, if anything, about it. The two of them were pretty much brothers; you knew what it meant for Chenle to say that to you.

“Thank you, Your Highness.” Your words could have been joking, or even an insult, but you hoped he could hear the sincerity in your voice as you bumped your shoulder with his. The fairy nodded, and bumped you back.

“Anyway, you think it’s been enough time?” Chenle craned his neck to peer around the corner again.

“Probably.”

“Alright, showtime,” Chenle held his hand out for you, and you grabbed it.

The two of you emerged from around the corner hand-in-hand, striking up a nonsense conversation about Chenle’s latest assignment in one of his classes. You pretended like you just happened to spot the cluster of all of your friends, delight, surprise, and recognition coming to your features as you lifted your other hand to wave to them. You watched as all their jaws dropped in unison—minus Jisung’s—and they started looking around at each other. You and Chenle walked right up to them, and you offered all of them a bright smile.

“Hey guys!” You greeted them cheerily.

“Chenle this has got to be the lowest you’ve ever gone,” Donghyuck shook his head in disgust, completely ignoring your hello.

“Yeah man, Jisung’s your best friend,” Mark scoffed.

“You raised him!” Jaemin wrapped an arm around Jisung’s shoulders.

“You fed him from your hand!” Jeno stepped in front of Jisung protectively.

“Just because you’re some high and mighty fairy prince or whatever where you’re from doesn’t mean you can treat people like they’re disposable,” Renjun crossed his arms. “Here you’re just some guy like everybody else.”

“Woah!” You let go of Chenle’s hand to step in front of him with your hands up. “Guys, that’s enough!”

“I bet Y/N’s not even in control of what she’s doing,” Renjun entirely ignored you. “He’s probably got her under some fairy spell or something.”

“What the fuck?” Chenle cried out, offended.

“Yeah!” Jaemin nodded firmly. “Because she’s totally into Jisung, I know she is. I know her heart!”

“Guys!” You yelled again for their attention.

“Don’t worry, Jisungie, we’re going to get her out from under that spell,” Jaemin cooed, stroking Jisung’s face as he currently had what was practically a chokehold on the dragon that definitely looked less than comforting.

“Jeno, grab her!” Mark ordered, and the werewolf immediately started advancing on you.

“Oh my god stop it, guys! Stop! I’m not under a spell! Chenle and I aren’t dating! Jisung and I are! We’ve been dating for like two months and we pretended not to because we wanted to see how long it would take you to notice!” You yelled out, squeezing your eyes shut to brace yourself.

But there were no super strong werewolf arms grabbing you. Instead, it was silence that became one chuckle, then a giggle, then two giggles, then you were surrounded by raucous laughter. You cautiously opened your eyes to see all your friends doubled over with laughter around you, clutching their stomachs and holding onto each other for support. You and Jisung were the only ones standing up straight, immediately realizing what was going on when you made eye contact.

“Seems we’ve been made, Sungie,” you deadpanned, wading through the sea of cackling bodies until you got to your boyfriend.

“It appears so…” He sighed, looping an arm over your shoulders, and you wrapped an arm around his waist.

As they all sobered up, a few were quite literally wiping tears from their eyes, others fanning themselves, and some still clutching their sides.

“How?” You looked around, then saw a very familiar, exceptionally devilish grin. “Chenle?”

“What better trick is there to play than being a double agent?” The fairy confirmed.

“Oh, you suck,” Jisung glared at him.

“You guys tricked us first. It was much more satisfying to get one over on you than to keep making the idiots look like idiots.”

“Hey!” Donghyuck cried out indignantly.

Chenle caught your eye to say, “I do mean what I said, Y/N.”

You nodded in understanding. “Thanks, Chenle.”

“Alright, I think we all learned some very important lessons,” Mark announced, getting everyone in a disjointed huddle. “Like…”

“Don’t be so nosy,” Jeno started off genuinely.

“Make sure the people you’re setting up aren’t already dating, or they might make you look like idiots,” Renjun added.

“Double check human emotions with a unicorn if you’re having doubts,” Jaemin sighed wistfully.

“Never go out to eat with Y/N and Jisung. Especially if there’s fries involved,” Donghyuck shivered, and you rolled your eyes. He was seriously never going to let that go.

“I’ve got two partners in crime now, so everybody else needs to sleep with their third eye open.” Chenle grinned.

“That I’m never getting into a prank war with any of you people again. This was too stressful, school’s bad enough,” you groaned with a shake of your head.

“Chenle’s an asshole,” Jisung hissed at his roommate.

“I think Jisung needs to do his over, he already knew that about me,” Chenle drawled with a facetious whine.

“Fine. Chenle’s an asshole who needs to understand that if he threatens my girlfriend again, he’s going to get burned to crisp.”

The fairy shrugged, “I’ll take it.”

“Great, you guys.” Mark beamed at you all proudly.

“What about you, Mark? What’d you learn?” Donghyuck prompted him teasingly.

“That Y/N and Jisung are dating. Duh.”

“Right. Yeah, yeah.” There were murmurs of agreement from the gaggle of creatures around you.

“So, truce?” You offered a hand out in the middle of the huddle to nobody in particular.

All six of them grabbed your hand at once and shook it. “Truce!”

“So…” Donghyuck fluttered his eyelashes at you. “How’d it happen? What’s the story?”

You scoffed, “No.”

“What? You lead us on for two months and now you won’t even tell us how you got together?”

“It’s not some big dramatic thing, sorry,” Jisung admitted. “Just kind of finally happened.”

“What do you mean ‘finally happened?’ Like, how did it ‘finally happen?’”

You exchanged a look with Jisung. With an eye roll, you indulged the dryad a little. “We were hanging out at the park one day and just sort of... I don’t know! Confessed! Got together! Whatever you want to call it!”

“Lame.” Renjun yawned. “Call me when you two get married.”

Jisung started forward in surprise. “Wh—”

“Because there hasn’t been a recorded human-dragon marriage, Sungie.” You patted your boyfriend on the chest reassuringly. “He’s just being an MCS major.”

“Oh. Right.”

The human abruptly gasped. “Wait! Can I write my final paper for Dr. Kwon’s class on you two?”

“Hell no.”

A few weeks later, and you were reclined against Jisung’s headboard, waiting for him to get back from the kitchen with snacks. You two were playing a new two-player game Jisung had gotten, and as soon as you had showed up, Chenle loudly announced his intention to go hangout at Jeno and Jaemin’s and very probably sleep over too, since they also planned on gaming until very late. You figured your friends’ “matchmaking” behavior would stop once they knew that you and Jisung were together, but apparently not.

At the reappearance of your boyfriend in the doorway, juggling several different containers, you set your phone aside. He managed to put them all down on his nightstand without dropping them. You scooted forward and re-fluffed the pillows behind you to make room for him and his wings.

Jisung’s wings weren’t out frequently—you yourself had only seen them a handful of times in the couple years that you’d known him. Dragons either had to be entirely shirtless or wear specially cut shirts in order to have them out comfortably. Most stores didn’t carry shirts in a style that allowed for dragon wings, allegedly since there were so few dragons it “wasn’t profitable” to make them. So dragons were then forced to make their own, have their clothes altered, or order from online specialty shops. Jisung usually just didn’t bother with it, as he claimed it was more of a pain to get the shirts than it was to just keep his wings away. But you and Chenle had started a master plan of slowly sneaking the dragon cut shirts into Jisung’s wardrobe until it was 50/50. You two also had a bet going of how long until Jisung grew suspicious of the rising number of shirts. So far, both of you were still in the running at two weeks.

Tonight, it seemed Jisung had found one of the new dragon cut shirts, just a simple black tank top from the front, but the back was cut into two side panels and a middle section that draped open to allow plenty of space for his midnight blue wings to rest behind him.

Except Jisung didn’t scoot on the bed behind you like you expected. He just kept standing next to it, looking at you, one hand fidgeting with the gold chains around his neck.

“Sungie?” You said his name quietly. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he shook his head as if to shake himself from a trance, though that same pensive look didn’t leave his face. “Sorry, just thinking.”

“What about?”

“Y/N, I want you to have this.” He grabbed one of the necklaces by the chain and took it off. With no hesitation, he reached forward and put it around your own neck. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched his every move, and the intense look on his face as he did so.

The necklace was beautiful, an immaculately kept dazzling gold chain of medium thickness, and hanging from it, a simple, shining gold sun pendant, about the size of your thumbnail. The metal was warm from already touching Jisung, and sat heavy against your skin.

“Y-You’re giving me this?” You held the sun with delicate fingers, as if afraid it would actually burn you, looking up at him in shock.

“Yeah. I don’t know, it just... makes me happy seeing you wear it.” He said, sounding almost confused at his own actions.

Letting you borrow a hoodie was one thing—a big thing, but still, only a hoodie. Giving you a piece of jewelry that he was wearing—part of his hoard—you didn’t know how to compute this. Jisung wasn’t around a lot of dragons for most of his life, so you knew that the exact cultural significance of the action wasn’t there. But that significance came from dragons’ instinctual hoarding nature, which was still ingrained in him. For it to make him happier to see you wearing a piece of his hoard than to keep it for himself… you really thought your heart might explode.

“Y/N?” Jisung lightly touched your arm, worry coloring his tone. “D-Do you not like it?”

“No! No, Sungie. I love it, thank you,” you beamed at him genuinely. You caressed his cheek with the backs of your fingers, eyes going a little misty as you looked up from the glinting gold of the necklace to the midnight blue eyes of your dragon. You were happy, so happy that if you didn’t say something, do something, it felt like you really might burst.

You turned your hand over to cup his cheek, pulling him closer and pressing your lips to his. He made a small noise, and suddenly dropped down to sit on the bed with you. Jisung kissed you back just as ardently, one hand trailing down from the back of your neck to your collarbone then below the hollow of your throat, tracing the path of the jewelry along your skin.

When you had to pull back from the kiss for air, you shifted back fully to look him in the eye, still cradling his face. You inhaled, “I—”

“Wait!”

You stopped mid-sentence at Jisung’s outburst, snapping your mouth shut and looking at him with big, confused eyes.

“Sorry, uhm, I know what you were about to say, and I also know that I’ve been weird whenever you or Renjun brought up your Interspecies Marriage class.” Jisung seemed to notice how your expression became more and more alarmed as he spoke, and he grabbed your hand that had frozen on his face, holding it with both of his. He rubbed soothing circles into the back of your hand as he continued, “I don’t want you to think that I’m not serious about you, because I am. N-not marriage or anything like that right now. But I’m serious about this, about you. I am. So I just, I wanted to say it first.”

“Okay.” You let out a breath of relief and smiled at him encouragingly.

Jisung just kept gazing at you, mouth slightly parted, thumb rubbing circles into your hand. The only indication that time hadn’t literally frozen was the slight shift of his wings adjusting behind him, and when he eventually blinked.

Finally, you couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“Jisung?” You said his name, wetting your lips awkwardly. “Like, you wanted to say it now, or not yet?”

“Sorry, yeah, no, now.” He reassured you, taking a deep breath. His eyes still seemed to be drinking you in, though, gaze lingering on the sun hanging from your neck. “You’re just so beautiful… It really does make me so happy to see you wearing that. More than happy, I don’t know how to describe it, but—”

Then suddenly you were on your back, and all you could see was Jisung and midnight blue with flashes of gold. A surprised giggle came out of your mouth as Jisung nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. You felt a hot puff of air wash over your skin, and you reveled in the comforting, smoky smell surrounding you.

“But now I think I understand all those fairytales where the dragon keeps the princess in their tower and never lets her go.”

You stroked the back of his head, running your hand down his neck and shoulders, stopping just above where his wings start, then back up to weave your fingers in his hair. With a content sigh, you said softly, “I love you, too.”

Your dragon pushed himself up to hover above you so you could see his disgruntled pout. “I wanted to say it first.”

“I think you just did.” You laughed giddily.

“Well... still, I love you.” Jisung brushed his nose with yours for a tender moment before slotting his mouth with yours in a searing kiss. You truly felt like you could never get used to kissing Jisung, a child of the Sun, someone with the very heart of a mountain inside him. In between kisses, he murmured seemingly absentmindedly, “My princess...”

You smiled against his lips, indulging in one, two more sweltering kisses before you mumbled back, “My dragon.”

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Love potion!: Denkis deal

Disclaimer this is an alternative path for a Love potion

Context: You wanted hide away from your love-crazy classmates for a while so you went up the top of the roof it was all quiet until you heard a giggle

M/c: Magic color

This fic was made by my good old buddy @lady-ashfade here's the og here

You ran inside and shut the door behind you quickly taking a breath you sighed in relief, "Finally peace" Your classmates were driving you crazy today. The Bakusquad wanted to watch a scary movie with you but the deku and his gang wouldn't let them saying excuses like "You'll get nightmares while watching it!" they were arguing for a while until it became a huge fight everyone was tugging you all over the place when u finally managed to sneak off using a decoy spell to escape and now you're here

You walked to the rail looking at the view the sun was about to set turning it into a beautiful pink and yellow creation the wind blows through your hair you were beginning to feel calm so you closed your eyes to experience the moment you began to hum a song to ease your nerves a bit everything was peaceful until you heard a giggle

you quickly turned around to see Denki all sly-looking his hands were behind his back making it seem he was hiding something you cursed under your breath confused about how he found you buy kept your cool "What Is it denki" you said with a tone of tried and annoyance "Are you here to take me back to bakugo and them and claim victory" "Now now darling why would I do that if I wanna help you" Denki said still smirking with his hands raised to show that he was on your side

you were getting confused "With what exactly?" "Why The antidote of course" That made you whip your head around Denki giggled at that "That got you're full attention-" he was then cut off feeling something wrapped around his neck tight it was you pulling his tie tight to make him go on your level "what do you know about the antidote," you said with a glare that could kill "Easy easy!" he said raising his hands up "ill explain it to you if you just let go and lock the roof door you don't want the others to barge in "

you were you were feeling uneasy when he said that as much as you wanted to decline the offer and tell him to fuck off you couldn't he knew what the antidote is he knew how to cure you're classmates he knew how to stop this madness you walked slowly over to the door still starting at Denki making sure he wouldn't do anything and locked the door and walked back "now tell me" you said and Denki continue to explain "I wanted you for myself y/n I really did that's why I was the one who was cause this" ok now you're pissed"YOU WERE THE ONE WHO MESSED WITH MY POTIONS?! I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO IN THERE" denki did a sheepish smile and scratch the back of his head "I know I know and I felt awfully bad because you were just dragged around by those pests"

Denki said with a mixed of venom and rage in his throat but continued "and borrowed your spell book for a while and made this" From behind his hand was a glowing light blue potion swirling around in his hand while he played with it you were shocked but relieved at the same time you were glad but something was off about it "W-wow Denki that's great now we can turn u and the other ba-" as you said while trying to reach the bottle reaching for the potion but Denki snatched it away from you with a playful yet sly smirk and his grin grew even wider "oh I would but in one occasion..you gonna have to be mine!" your stomach dropped when you heard those words "Wdym by that..." Denki giggled a bit "That means you're gonna be with me silly you're gonna be mine forever and ever and ever!" Denki kept rambling on about his fantasy your anger began to rise even more until you were able to speak up

"Is this some sort of joke..." Denki stopped what he was doing and turned around confused at ur sudden sentence "What-" "You think that making an antidote will make me want to be with you "Denki was taken aback at your sudden tone but glared back "You should be thankful that I made the-" you cut him don't not even giving a shit for his reason "WHY SHOULD I BE THANKFUL FOR SOMETHING YOU CAUSED!?" you screamed out your m/c coming out of your hands not mattering if someone of even ur one infected classmate can hear you "IF IT WASNT FOR YOU NONE OF THIS WOULDVE HAPPENED" Denki stood there in silence head hanging low with a frown he said in a low dark tone "if you won't accept my love then there's no needing this" he dropped the bottle causing it to crash you tried getting it but it was too late

"DENKI NO-" you lunged out trying to get the bottle but it was too late the the liquid spilling across the floor mixing with broken glass pieces in anger you lunged at denki using your vine spell to bound him he let out a pain grunt he let out a electric shock causing you and the plant getting electrocuted as well your body ached and burned all over causing you to stumble around but it wasn't enough to keep you down you ran up to him he tried to shoot electric bolts on your hands that you barely dodge the last one you dodge the bolt by jumping and in mid air you roundhouse kicked him him the face

Denki stumbles back a bit stunned clutching his nose while trying to focus But felt a kick in his abdomen he let a choked "ack!" and fell to the ground you grabbed your wand and aimed it at Denki and without thinking you sprouted out the spell you could think of a m/c like a beam shoots out hitting Denki all you could see was white after a few second you opened your eyes checking to see if anything was damaged but all you saw was denki lying on the floor unconscious

Your eyes widen when you realize what you have just done "oh god...DENKI!?" despise being mad at him your intention wasn't to try to kill him You shook him a few times and his eyes slowly began to open "Y-yn?" he managed to stuttered out "why are we on this Roof and-" he saw you have burns all over your hands and legs "oh god what happened did I overused my quirk did we fight a villain and i accidentally hit you?!" you were you were confused for a moment for a moment questioning why he was acting like nothing was wrong when it you remember your own spell that you hit on denki

It was the memory-erase spell...

#yandere bnha #tw yandere #yandere ua #tw obsessive behavior #yandere x reader #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #love potion

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tides & heat

Benjamin "Benny" Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Flirting with Benny Miller every chance you get while simultaneously deflecting his advances is all fun and games until you find yourself stuck at his bar in the middle of a tropical storm. With nowhere left to hide from your simmering sexual tension, things may finally reach a boiling point.

Word Count: 5.7k

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY Content: NSFW, smut, plot that dissolves into straight filth, spit kink, choking kink, thigh riding, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral sex (female receiving, male receiving), anal fingering, anal sex, gratuitous amounts of cum, cum eating, spanking, dirty talk, bartender!Benny

Turning your body in Benny’s arms, you shifted so that you were facing him. You pressed your forehead against his chest, not quite ready to meet the heated gaze that you knew was in his eyes, and both of you breathed heavily into the silence. After a few beats, Benny eventually lifted a hand and tipped your chin upward, and you were swiftly pulled out to sea by a searing tide of yearning. You were done fighting against the current.

A/N: I wholeheartedly blame the Tulsa King trailer for inspiring this absolute filth, thanks. Or sorry. Or...you're welcome...?

You desperately willed your legs to move faster as the light drizzle rapidly began to transition into an all-out downpour, the worn rubber soles of your sneakers slipping precariously across the pedals of your bike. Huffing out a small sigh of relief as the familiar building you had been heading in the direction of finally came into view, you pushed on until your tires began to crunch their way through the gravel driveway of Taps.

After giving your bike a semi-dry home stashed in the corner of the bar’s covered deck overlooking the ocean, you did a onceover of the parking lot—which was surprisingly empty for a Saturday afternoon—and smiled to yourself when your eyes landed on a shitty old green Land Rover that had seen far better days. Well, thankfully that meant Benny was working. After hastily trying to wring some of the water out of your soaking wet tank top, you pushed open the creaky wooden front door, shivering slightly as you entered the air conditioned building.

“Care to explain why you’re out for a bike ride when there’s a tropical storm rolling in, sweetheart?” Benny drawled from where he stood leaning against the bar counter with his arms folded over his chest.

“I thought I could make it back in time,” you grumbled as you made your way over to the empty row of stools.

Water droplets dribbled onto the clean, dry counter in front of you when you plopped down, prompting Benny to throw an unused towel at your head. You stuck out your tongue but gratefully took it from him.

The sound of an alarm cut through the lazy country song playing throughout the bar, and Benny shifted his attention to the television hanging on the wall behind him. You glanced up to see a live video of trees violently whipping around in the rain and wind, accompanied by a red banner with a marquee of big, bold text crawling across it.

… SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY … FLOODING IMMINENT …

Just as the screen switched over to a radar map to show the storm’s projected path, the television went black.

“Shit,” Benny muttered, glancing around to see that everything else in the building had shut off as well.

While you’d had more than a few fantasies about the man standing in front of you since the day that you met, being trapped at Taps with no power during a raging tropical storm hadn’t quite been one of them.

You’d first crossed paths with Benny thanks to Santiago Garcia, an acquaintance from your recreational soccer team. A few months ago, after a particularly harrowing win, Santi had offered to buy everyone a round of drinks at his buddy’s new spot to celebrate. The buddy in question happened to be one of his old military pals, an MMA fighter that had recently come into some money and thus decided to invest it in fixing up an old oceanfront bar.

Given your sweaty, disheveled state, you’d laughed off Benny’s flirtatious comments as he passed you beers and tossed you winks throughout the evening, chalking it up to an eager owner just trying to rake in tips for his new business venture. But then you’d ended up stopping in at the bar a few days later when you realized mid-ride that you’d forgotten to fill up the big purple bottle affixed to the frame of your bike. After you spied his messy blonde hair and tall form through the windows, you’d approached the counter to ask if you could grab some water. Benny was more than happy to provide, and he also gave you a not-so subtle onceover as you leaned against a stool and chatted with him briefly.

And thus began a bit of a ritual for the two of you, in which you made a habit of stopping in to visit Benny periodically when you were out riding your bike (always under the guise that you were in need of water—though he was polite enough not to point out the fact that there was a convenience store right down the road). He would in turn flirt with you like his life depended on it, and you’d deflect his compliments at every turn.

Benny was tall, strong, ridiculously handsome, and he had an easy smile that attracted tips to his countertop like a goddamn magnet from women young and old. You had no doubts that Benny was used to flaunting his ability to charm any woman that caught his eye; you knew his type well. Which is why—despite the fact that part of you wanted to just let him take you out to the parking lot and fuck you senseless in the back seat of his car—you decided it was far more fun to see just how far you could push him first. And if you had to sometimes bike straight home after seeing him and immediately relieve the insistent throbbing of your hot core with the steady water pressure from your shower head? Well, it was all part of the game.

But now that you were stuck inside of the bar alone with him until the storm passed over, you weren’t sure how many more lingering glances you’d be able to weather with the sheer force of your sarcasm alone now that your normal escape route wasn’t an option. The thought sent a nervous thrill through you.

Benny closed the lid on the ice box and sighed, coming around the bar and sitting down on the stool beside you. He spun around so that he was facing you, his knees brushing against yours.

“Pope told me you scored three goals at your last game.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’d know if you came,” you said teasingly.

Benny hopped back up, looking slightly embarrassed as he ambled in the direction of his office. When he returned, he was holding a mason jar with a few wilted sunflowers sitting in it.

“These were supposed to be for you. I was literally getting ready to head over to the field, but then my closer called in sick at the last minute.”

You tentatively took the vase, running a finger over one of the droopy, velvety petals, something inside of you stirring as it limply fell to the floor.

Santi had been at the bar when you arrived one day last week, and the two of you had launched into a heated conversation about a trick play that you wanted to try out. Benny had tried piping in with his own suggestions, but being that he was more of a football and hockey kind of guy, his ideas weren’t even close to being feasible. One thing had led to another as the conversation went on, and you had eventually told Benny that he might as well just come to one of your games to get a better understanding of the sport if he actually wanted to help.

You hadn’t actually thought that he would, though.

“You were going to bring these for me?” you asked dumbly, surprised by the gesture.

Benny grimaced, scratching the back of his head. “They looked nicer when they were alive.”

You were helpless to stop the smile that spread across your face. “Thank you. That was really sweet, even if you couldn’t make it.”

Surprised to hear the genuine tone of your voice, Benny met your smile with his own.

The two of you drifted into idle conversation as the storm raged on, only pausing when Benny realized that your bike was still sitting outside. Though you assured him repeatedly that it really wasn’t a big deal, he insisted on running out to bring it in. The decision was both a blessing and a curse, given the way his white t-shirt was soaked through when he returned. After leaning the bike against the wall beside the door, he pushed a hand through his wet hair and glanced over at you.

You failed to avert your gaze in time, and the corners of his lips raised in a grin as he called out, “Like what you see?”

No shit. Anyone with eyes would like to see a soaking wet Benny Miller.

Biting down your honest response, you rolled your eyes—a gesture you readily had prepared in spades for him—and retorted, “You wish, Miller.”

He strode over to you with purpose, and your heart thundered in your chest as he leaned directly into your space, the earthy scent of his cologne invading your nostrils. Just as your brain began to frantically attempt to determine the best course of action to take, Benny rocked back on his heels and gave you a satisfied look as he held up the bottle of beer that he had been reaching for.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked you slowly, blue eyes searching yours.

You ignored him and stood up, making your way around to the other side of the bar as you announced, “I need a drink.”

The vast assortment of bottles and other ingredients laid out on the counter made you realize that you weren’t actually sure what you intended to make. You reached for a glass—an old fashioned should be easy enough. Maybe. However, once you began adding bitters to the cup, you felt a presence at your shoulder.

“Need some help?”

“I know what I’m doing,” you lied—you had but a faint idea.

Benny’s eyes trailed to the orange peel that you had set aside and the bottle of whiskey sitting nearby. “You’re not drinking that shitty ass bourbon. Here.”

You scoffed as he reached for another bottle up on the top shelf, nudging away the one that you had intended to use. However, before you could continue assembling the cocktail, you felt the warmth of Benny’s body as he came up from behind and stood nearly flush against you. He caged you in with his arms, hands deftly reaching for the rest of the ingredients.

“Hey, I could have done it,” you protested weakly, your voice wavering slightly.

“Now what kind of bartender would I be if I let a gorgeous girl like you make her own drink?”

Whatever unformulated response your brain was working overtime to produce died on your lips as Benny leaned over your shoulder and brought the orange peel to his lips, tearing it in half with his teeth and dropping a more reasonably sized piece into the finished drink.

Fuck it.

Before you could change your mind, you finally gave in to the burning urge that had been consuming you. Leaning backward, you closed the scant distance that remained between your bodies. Benny stiffened behind you, prompting you to rest the back of your head against his collarbone, and you heard his sharp intake of breath. He curled a large hand around your hip and nuzzled his nose into your hair, your name leaving his lips in a hushed whisper. You turned your head sideways, letting your nose brush against his neck, entirely unbothered by the dampness of his shirt that was now soaking into your own.

A callused hand reached up to caress your neck as he gently ghosted his lips along the side of your neck. You shuddered, letting your weight entirely fall against him, and he held you upright as he drug his teeth down the shell of your ear and nipped at your earlobe. Bringing a hand up to rake through his hair, you arched your back into him, and warmth pooled in your gut when you felt something pressing against your backside through the confines of his jeans.

“Benny,” you panted.

Benny’s grip on your hips tightened, and his thumbs brushed the bare sliver of skin above the waistband of your shorts where your tank top had ridden up. Unable to hold back from doing so, you ground your ass back against him and shifted your head to press a kiss to his neck.

He choked out a moan in response and muttered, “Fuck,” as he leaned back in to drag a trail of hot, hungry kisses up your neck, stopping to focus his attention on lavishing the corner of your jaw.

“Hi,” he said softly, eyes dancing with mirth and desire.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a grin. “Hey.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, sliding your noses together, and his breath fanned against your lips as he asked, “Are we done with this game now, honey?”

“Depends on how good this drink is,” you said casually as you reached out a hand to grab your glass, sounding far more calm than you felt on the inside.

Before you could bring it to your lips, Benny swiped it from you. You opened your mouth to protest as he took a sip, and he brought a hand up to cup your chin again, brushing his thumb across your mouth.

He pressed down on your plump bottom lip and calmly but firmly murmured in his deep drawl, “Open.”

Oh.

Warmth licked its way through your body at the command, and despite your natural predisposition to argue just for the sake of riling Benny up, his lustful, smoldering gaze made you desperate to submit. You let your mouth fall open, and his hand drifted down to lightly grasp at your throat, which drew an involuntary whine out of you. He tightened his grip, and you pressed down against his thigh, which he had at some point slotted between your legs. You groaned as you felt the rough material of his jeans rub against your cotton underwear through your thin athletic shorts.

And then Benny took another pull from the glass and leaned down, spitting the drink directly into your open mouth.

You hadn’t walked in here today imagining that you’d be dripping with arousal from Benny Miller choking you and spitting whiskey into your mouth, but here you were, dizzily dragging your cunt across his muscled thigh as you swallowed every last drop.

“Look at you, beautiful. You’re such a fuckin’ good girl,” Benny crooned.

You keened at the praise, letting your head tip backward again.

Benny raised his eyebrows. “More?”

You nodded, too gone to give a shit at this point, and Benny flexed his fingers against your throat before leaning in to kiss you. The taste of citrus lingered on his lips, which enveloped yours as he briefly licked into your mouth before pulling away to take another sip from the glass. You relaxed your jaw, and Benny spit another mouthful of the drink past your waiting lips, immediately swooping in to capture them afterward in a needy, bruising kiss as you swallowed the liquid again.

Both of your hands threaded into Benny’s hair as his own trailed up your thighs, fingers sliding up the loose hem of your shorts and coming up through the waistband at the top. You moaned into his mouth and began to desperately rut against his thigh.

Beads of sweat began to gather at the base of your neck, the air conditioning a lost cause thanks to the power outage, prompting you to reach down and slip off your tank top. An appreciative sound left Benny’s mouth as his eyes raked over the swell of your breasts in the low scoop of your black sports bra, which he reached up to palm with one of his hands, brushing a thumb over one of your peaked nipples. You reached forward to pull off his shirt as well, dropping the wet fabric to the floor and leaning forward to press open-mouthed kisses to his toned chest.

“Been thinkin’ about what this pretty pussy of yours would feel like,” Benny drawled in a husky tone. With the hand still up your shorts, he drug a finger down the center of your damp underwear.

“I think about what your fingers would feel like instead of mine,” you admitted.

Benny pulled aside your underwear with his thumb, groaning when he swiped his middle finger down the center of your folds.

“Fuck, honey. You’re so fuckin’ wet.”

He slid one finger inside of you and leaned in to swallow your gasp of pleasure in a heated kiss. You went pliant in his arms as he curled his tongue around yours and slipped a second finger into your entrance, pumping in and out of you at a controlled pace.

“Benny,” you whined, bucking into his hand, desperate for more.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Benny inquired as he crooked his fingers inside of your throbbing cunt.

“M-more,” you bit out as you stretched onto your tiptoes.

He chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before sliding his fingers out of you. Far too turned on to be ashamed, a needy whine escaped you, and Benny smirked as he licked your sticky arousal off of his fingers. Thankfully, before you were reduced to begging, he swiftly lifted you up to sit on the counter and pulled off your shorts and underwear.

You had but a moment to shiver at the feeling of the cool metal on your skin before Benny pulled you forward and pushed your thighs apart, nestling his face between your legs. Benny Miller certainly had a mouth on him, but he sure as shit knew how to use it. The moment his dexterous tongue began its hungry assault on your folds, you were a fucking goner. He probed at your entrance, slipping his tongue inside of your dripping wet hole, and your body blazed with a wildfire of pleasure.

You tightly gripped the edges of the counter as Benny ate you out, plunging his tongue in and out of your cunt, sucking on your clit, and lapping up the arousal that continued to drip out of you. Distantly, you thought that you had never been so goddamn wet in your entire life.

Benny pulled one hand away from the possessive grip he had your ass clutched in to start rubbing tight circles over your clit. Your legs began to tremble as a heavy wave of pleasure thundered through you, building up into a delicious crest under the attentive ministrations of Benny’s tongue. With one last prod into your hole and flick of pressure over your swollen bud, the fiery ache in your cunt poured out in a gushing release of cum and a spray of clear liquid.

Your cheeks burned as you realized what had happened. You’d never even come close to squirting before. “Oh…” you trailed off in a squeak of embarrassment.

But Benny’s pupils were blown wide with arousal as he finished licking up the cum that was dribbling out of your cunt and onto the counter below.

He stood up, petting your hair and cradling your face in his hands as he said firmly, “No, baby. No. That was so fucking hot,” before pressing a kiss to your lips.

Reaching up to stop him before he could pull away, you surged forward, entirely unbothered by the taste of yourself on his tongue. Benny groaned into your mouth, and you deepened the kiss with fervor, drunk on the way his lips felt as they slid against yours. Why the fuck had you waited so long to do this?

Eager to finally feel what had been pressing up against you before, you reached down to undo Benny’s belt and the button on his jeans. He bit your bottom lip and sucked it between his teeth as you slid his zipper down, breath hitching in pleasure as you snaked a hand down into his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his length. Reignited embers began to burn inside of your abdomen as you pulled his rock hard erection out, and your wet hole fluttered with a pulse of anticipation when you took in the sheer size of his cock.

You’d be the first to admit that you had never quite taken pleasure in performing oral sex on a man, though your previous sexual partners had also never really been anything to write home about. But after the way that Benny had devoured your pussy like his life depended on it, you were nearly salivating at the thought of taking his cock into your mouth. The thought of sucking him off and drawing deep, husky moans of pleasure from his mouth until he shot his cum down your throat had a new slick of arousal soaking your underwear.

Placing a hand against Benny’s chest, you gently pushed him backward, hopped down from the counter, and kneeled on the floor in front of him. He nudged his forgotten shirt toward you with the toe of his shoes, urging you to put it under your knees. You fondly rolled your eyes at the gesture, leaning back for a moment to comply. Satisfied that you were a bit more comfortable, Benny traced a thumb over your cheek as you wrapped a hand around his length and ran your tongue along the head. Slowly, you began to take him into your mouth inch by inch, relaxing your jaw as you cupped his balls.

“Jesus Christ,” Benny panted out as he leaned forward and gripped the edge of the counter with one hand.

You bobbed on his stiff shaft, which was now slick with a coating of your saliva, and pumped at what you couldn’t swallow in your mouth with a tight fist at the base. Achingly turned on by the way his thighs shook as he moaned and the enjoyable prick of pain you experienced when he unconsciously tightened his grip on your hair, you could feel your own arousal sliding down your thighs. Your rhythm grew sloppy whilst you took him deeper, willing how unbearably horny you were to override your gag reflex as you purposely choked yourself on his cock.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” Benny said roughly.

You held fast, and Benny’s hips stuttered as his orgasm hit him, thick spurts of sticky cum pouring into your mouth and sliding down your throat. Swallowing it eagerly, you waited until he finished to lick his cock clean. You went to glance up at him, but Benny was already bending down, lifting you up into his arms.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he backed you up into a wall, crashing his lips against yours.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to get enough of you,” he breathed out in between insistent kisses.

Perhaps your theatrical delay of the inevitable was merely an unknowing act of self-preservation, because you knew right then and there that you’d never be able to get enough of him, either.

“Take whatever you want,” you replied.

He carried you into his office, shutting the door behind you with his foot as if a customer was possibly going to take it upon themselves to venture into Taps for a pint in the middle of a fucking tropical storm. As if he hadn’t already just made a cum and spit cocktail out of your pussy right there on the bar counter where anyone could have seen.

After using one hand to unceremoniously shove his pens and paperwork to the floor in a fluttering clatter of noise, Benny placed you down on the edge of his desk and came to stand in between your legs. As Benny’s dick worked its way back to attention for another lap, the two of you lazily made out. Realizing that you had yet to remove your bra, you tugged it off, and Benny’s mouth immediately latched onto your tits. He greedily lapped and sucked at your nipples until his overwhelming need to tangle your tongues together in another blistering kiss won out.

Benny couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and he studiously mapped out each and every nook and cranny of your naked body that his fingers could reach while alternating his mouth’s attention between your lips and your swollen breasts.

“Can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve thought about bringing you in here like this, if only you’d let me,” Benny spoke against your lips.

“I’ve thought about you fucking me on every surface under this roof,” you whispered before licking your way back into his mouth.

Benny’s thumb pressed firmly into your collarbone as he leaned down to nip at your neck, biting and sucking at the juncture where it met your shoulder.

You continued, “But the thought that makes me come the hardest is imagining you bending me over this desk and fucking me until I cry.”

Benny went still, raising his head to look you in the eyes and see just how serious you were. You raised an eyebrow and nodded, and he raked a hand through his hair, offering you a lopsided grin in return.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He let loose a huff of air, stepping backward and making his way around to the other side of the desk to pull his wallet out of the top drawer, only to frown when he didn’t find what he was looking for. Though you were both flattered and relieved that he had the forethought to grab a condom, you assured him that things were both safe and clear on your end as long as he was clean as well.

And thus you found yourself bent over the desk in your favorite bartender’s office, breathy moans falling from your lips in a symphony of pleasure as Benny nudged your legs apart with his foot and slid his hard cock through your dripping wet folds.

“So fuckin’ wet for me again, baby. You’re dripping all over my floor.”

You pressed back against Benny, and the head of his cock notched against your damp entrance.

“Please fuck me already, Benny. Wanna feel your cock inside of me so bad,” you whined.

Benny grunted, slowly beginning to ease his thick length into your waiting hole, which burned as it stretched open to accommodate his size. Head clouded by the sheer force of your arousal, you roughly rocked back onto him, effectively impaling yourself on his cock. You both cried out at the same time as he gripped you tightly and held you flush against him, his tight balls pressing against you as he bottomed out in your cunt.

“Are you okay?” Benny’s voice was rough as he spoke into your ear.

You were more than okay. You were less than two minutes into what was arguably already the best sex of your life, and all you could think about was desperately hoping that Benny was going to take you up on his offer to fuck you on every other surface inside of Taps as well. Today, preferably. And so you told him as much, which spurred him to begin rutting into you with fervor as he promised to do exactly that and then some.

Benny nudged your head to turn to the side so that he could lock your lips together in a mess of saliva as he sunk his cock into your weeping cunt, dragging moan after keening moan of unabashed pleasure from your mouth with each push and drag against your clenching walls. He alternated between eager thrusts and slow dips in and out of you, pausing at times to simply leave his dick buried inside of you as he kissed you deeply again and again. In all of your fantasies about Benny, you hadn’t expected the sheer amount of intimacy he laced each and every thrust, kiss, and touch with, and it made your heart flutter uncontrollably.

At one point, Benny stood up, running his hands along your ass cheeks. You glanced back at him, holding his heavy gaze as he experimentally tapped against one cheek lightly with the palm of his hand. Your nod was all the permission that he required to do it again with slightly more force behind it.

“Harder,” you urged him.

Benny slid his cock in and out of you as he spanked your ass, which began to redden with each slap. He paused after each one, waiting for you to glance back at him to assure him you were still okay. When he finally hit you hard enough that tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes, you saw a flash of panic cross his face, but you urged him to continue.

You had no doubts that Benny Miller was both an incredibly soft yet deliciously rough lover—but right now, you needed a taste of the latter, because you were too goddamn keyed up from months of sexual frustration at the mere thought of his stupidly handsome face.

And so Benny continued, moaning with you as your cunt clenched down on his cock at the pleasurable stings of pain your body was singing with.

Eventually, the spanking slowed to a stop, and Benny gently ran his hands over your ass cheeks and began to softly knead at the sensitive skin, massaging them, and you whined in pleasure. As one of his hands slipped down toward your crack, the unintentional drag of his thumb over your other tight, waiting hole left you keening—a reaction that didn’t go unnoticed.

He did it again, and you rocked backward, craving a deeper touch. Benny made an appreciative noise as he spread your cheeks apart and spit directly onto your asshole. You nearly choked on your own spit when you felt the pads of his fingers teasing your rim, using the glob of spit to lubricate your hole. After a few moments, he slipped a finger into your ass as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of your cunt.

Knuckles aching from the strength with which you were gripping the edges of his desk, pleas for more left your mouth, prompting Benny to slide a second finger into your asshole, shortly followed by a third as he worked you open.

As he fingered your ass, Benny plunged his cock into your dripping wet, fucked out cunt so hard the desk began to skid forward across the room, and a picture frame went flying to the floor.

“You feel so fucking good, honey,” Benny brokenly moaned out.

Hearing Benny’s wrecked tone was your undoing. Your pleasure tore through you with a leg-quivering orgasm that left your body limp as your cum soaked Benny’s cock, further lubricating his assault on your slippery channel.

“I want you to come in me,” you panted out as you felt his thrusts begin to grow sloppy and desperate with the rapid approach of his climax.

You both cried out in unison as Benny’s throbbing length began to spurt ropes of cum deep into your cunt, and you reached backward to grip his thighs and hold him tightly inside of you.

“Fuck, I can’t stop,” Benny moaned as cum continued to pump out of his dick, and when he shifted slightly, it began to drip out of your overfilled pussy and onto the floor.

“Come in my ass, too, then.”

“Oh fuck.” Quickly pulling his cum-soaked length out of you while it was still just hard enough to stuff into your other tight hole, Benny plunged his cock into your ass without hesitation.

“Holy shit, baby,” Benny moaned as you eagerly pushed him even deeper inside of you, too cock drunk and desperate to get fucked in the ass to care about him taking his time.

A roaring downpour of pleasure thundered through every inch of your body as Benny buried his cock in your tight hole, dumping a flood of cum into your ass, and another orgasm punched out of you without warning. He held you tightly against him until you had milked his weeping shaft for every last drop of his sticky seed.

Embracing you from behind, the two of you laid against the desk for several minutes, breathing heavily as his softening cock slowly slipped out of you. Pools of cum began to drip out of both of your holes, a mixture of both yours and his, and Benny leaned down to lap at your folds.

After a few moments, you began to squirm from the overstimulation, and Benny darted his tongue out to prod into your mound one more time before stopping and standing up. He flipped you over and pulled you to your feet, and you didn’t hesitate to lean in and meet him with a deep, languid kiss.

When you paused for air, Benny ran a hand down the side of your face and left his thumb to rest under your chin as he looked into your eyes. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“Good, because neither do I,” you told him.

A brilliant smile lit up Benny’s face as he pressed another kiss to your lips, but before either of you could say anything else, a loud banging noise from outside of the office startled you both.

Santiago’s familiar voice rang out from the front entrance as he yelled, “BENNY! You alive? Frankie thought it was a good idea to go fishing today. Boat fuckin’ capsized, think I swallowed a squid…”

Benny groaned and turned his head to make sure the door to the office was fully shut. You bit your lip and laughed, realizing that most of your clothes had been left behind in a careless trail of eagerness behind the bar.

“Shit,” Benny muttered.

Which is how your spontaneous tropical storm rendezvous with Benny was then revealed by way of the ridiculously oversized Taps t-shirt you had no choice but to stride out of his office wearing. Benny followed behind you in a matching shirt.

Santi and Frankie were both already seated at the bar, dripping wet and disheveled, and their heads shot up when they heard two pairs of footsteps approaching.

“Weird day to start training a new hire, Benny,” Santiago remarked casually as he looked over at you with a grin.

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