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aquagustd · 2 years

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subscribed - MYG

↣ you find out that youtube isn’t the only site he uses to satisfy his subscribers. what do you do with that information?

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pairing — asmr artist/camboy!yoongi x reader

genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, s2l, college au

word count — 15K [excluding the texts]

warnings/tags — strong language, same au as ‘whipped,’ cocky yoongi 🥴, GINGER yoongi !! (a warning in itself), oh god flirting, unhygienic sharing of a lollipop, yoongi is down bad, sexting, exchange of explicit images, ex-bf!yeonjun, mentions of alcohol, y/n is obsessed with the color purple, hand kink, voice kink, breast kink ofc, drool play, harmless stalking, pda, just guys being dudes, bad pickup lines, one jealous roommate, explicit smut — use of a vibrator + flogger, slight masochism, masturbation (f & m), voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, biting/scratching, degradation, name-calling, tongue sucking, a few slaps, oral (f & m), brief boob job, hickeys, deep throating, clit pinching, pussy slapping, spanks, rimming, brief handjob, edging, hair pulling, choking, nipple play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms + positions, reverse cowgirl, unprotected sex, cumshots, post-sex cuddles

a/n — ah another fic about my love for yoongi’s hands + voice sjjdkske (for the sexy pics, I don’t include any to try & be as reader inclusive as possible) when you’re reading the chats don’t swipe bc there’s commentary in between okay? okay 😤

Just like any other Friday evening, you poke your head around the doorframe in annoyance, glaring at the RA who continues to yell at the boisterous students. Counterproductive threats booming out down the hallway, just as noisy as the rest of them. Quickly rushing back inside your room, you fix your pigtails and give your reflection a small nod before stepping out again, leaning on the notice board with a playful smile on your face, arms folded.

“Namjoon!”

His head snaps in your direction and you raise a hand, fingers wiggling around as he charges toward you, chest heaving once he comes to a stop just a foot away.

“Hi,” he beams, eyes wandering down your bare legs, “cute pajamas.”

With a hand over your mouth, you giggle, slapping his toned chest lightly, “thank you. What’s going on? Kids giving you trouble again?”

He chuckles, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, “yeah. Why didn’t anyone warn me before I signed up?”

Lips in an exaggerated frown, you shrug, “should’ve read the fine print. Anyway—” you take a step toward him, watching him stiffen before he sucks in a sharp breath when your freshly painted nails drag down the collar of his blue golfer “—do you think you can keep them out? I have an early shift tomorrow and my back hurts from sitting at my desk all day.”

His hooded eyes widen, “yeah, yeah. I’ll try. You know how it goes once it hits Friday night.”

A rowdy group of students push past you and Namjoon holds up a fist, ready to cuss them out when you grab his hand, hoping your pleading eyes will work this time too.

“Please.”

He sighs, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Really?” You spring forward, reaching up to wrap your arms around his bulky shoulders, “thank you so much, Joon.”

“No problem,” he shoots you a dimpled smile, hand lingering on your waist, “hey, do you want some coffee or anything? It’s the Art students turn this week. They set up downstairs.”

You smile, socked feet sliding across the tile, “no thanks. Have a nice weekend.”

His ‘you too’ is muffled by your door, a tired hand scraping down your face before you flop back down on the bed and return to your…task.

Truth is, you don’t have an early shift tomorrow. You’re on track with all your assignments and coursework, for now. All you want is a Friday night of peace and quiet, this one especially since Mira, your impertinent roommate, is away for the weekend with her on-and-off boyfriend. She might return early, knowing the history of their little ‘trips’ but you’ll bask in the luxury of having the whole room to yourself. By doing what? Your latest guilty pleasure.

Life was boring. Would you stop complaining about it? No. Would you do anything about it? Also no.

But how did you end up here? Seeking comfort from a faceless man you’ve never met before, won’t ever meet in the future either. You once regarded such videos with open disdain, judgement. Yet here you are. Again, how did you end up here? It’s a simple story, really. At least you’d like to believe it is.

Broken-hearted, you had returned to your dorm room one night in shallow tears, collapsing on your bed to sob it out before blocking Yeonjun, your most-recent ex, off every single social media platform. Even Pinterest. Mira, equally saddened by the news for completely different reasons, was there to comfort you and dab away your tears before she disappeared with her friends after she got bored of your snot and sniffles. It was only a matter of time before his growing follower count got to him. More attention from the girls in his Tiktok comments meant less effort put into your relationship. Your puny heart.

That was that.

A month and a half sped by, and you started to appreciate Namjoon, your dorm’s Resident Advisor, more. You knew he had a crush on you from the first day you met him and the cute dents in his cheeks. Sometimes you felt a little guilty for taking advantage of that but hey, you need your quiet time and living in a dorm doesn’t guarantee a serene evening for you to complete your extensive self-care routine. Especially on this campus.

Damn Youtube’s algorithm. One night spent watching ASMR recipe videos and you couldn’t crawl back out of that dark hole. But then, that very same hole got darker and darker. Harmless recipe videos turned you into an ASMR addict. Not the weird kind, but still weird nonetheless. Youtube ran with it.

‘ASMR Soft kisses and head scratching.’

‘ASMR Boyfriend comforts you after a bad day.’

‘ASMR Boyfriend gives you a relaxing massage. Major tingles.’

The titles alone had you tearing up. How did they know you were lonely and touch-starved? So, with shifty eyes over your laptop screen, you clicked. From that it escalated, but you didn’t enjoy them all. Some were really cringe, but you were still curious.

‘Tsundere boyfriend gets jealous and punishes you.’

‘In bed with your best friend’s older brother ~spicy~’

‘Possessive Dominant Boyfriend gets jealous.’ Ick.

Each night you were on the hunt for a voice you could endure listening to without wanting to bury your head in the sand and never touch your laptop ever again. How did you get in so deep? It was entertaining and it wasn’t long before you found someone who was the whole package.

Extremely low and husky voice, nice, really nice hands, actually understands the concept of ASMR and posts content weekly.

agust d asmr

Like always, since you had all this time on your hands, you wanted to start from the beginning. However, his most recent upload caught your eye.

‘Sleep Inducing Scalp Massage’

“Hey guys. Welcome back to another video. As always, please sit back and relax. Tonight I will be giving you a scalp massage. I have a few tools here with me. Don’t forget to like and subscribe. And visit the link in my description box. Only if you want to.”

Good lord. You remember how you had to lie down just to take in his hypnotic drawl. You didn’t think it was even humanely possible for someone to have such a sexy, smoky voice? And his whispers. You were biting your fist. His face wasn’t visible, but you could see his neck and the upper part of his body, rings adorned his hands that kept stroking the dark wig he had placed in front of him. With a few shuffles up your bed, you settled under the blanket on your side, keeping your earphones in as you propped the laptop in the empty space next to you. Mira was out that night, as usual, so you didn’t care to turn down the brightness on your screen.

More suggestions popped up under the video and you were itching to click on the next one. When you clicked play once again, it felt like every strand of hair on your body stood erect. He dragged his nails down either side of the wig, lingering a bit on the top to scratch a bit.

“First, let me get the scalp oil to warm you up for the rest. This is gonna be one of my longer videos.”

He chuckled and your fingers tingled as you scrolled through the comments, laughing to yourself.

‘Welcome to another episode of I want to be that wig so bad.’

‘I would literally pay him to do this to me.’

‘His hands are such pretty necklaces 😏’

Oh. Liked by creator?

It went downhill from there. The next suggestion was something you had seen before from another creator, but his soporific voice made it all the more enjoyable.

“I’m just going to brush out all the knots in your hair. Okay?”

Reflexively, you had answered his every question. Feeling a little stupid but bordering turned on and sleepy as the video progressed.

“I got this brush this morning. Especially for you. It’s fresh and crisp. Does that feel good?”

It felt weird to even think it, but his mouth sounds were awfully enticing. The way he took his time enunciating each syllable.

“You have lovely hair. Soft…and silky.”

Your eyes felt heavy, you turned up the volume and brought the edge of the blanket up to your chin. Somehow, you had fallen asleep only to be rudely awaken by the blaring shampoo ad at the end of the video. Cursing and muttering, you had clicked on the next video and shut your eyes immediately, a little wary of another unsuspecting advertisement disrupting your trance.

“Hey guys. Welcome back to another video. This is a little different from what I usually post on here, so please do let me know in the comments if you want to see more of this. As always, sit back and relax. Click the link in my description for later…Only if you want to.”

Immediately, your heartbeat steadied to its regular pace while you were getting comfortable once again, head a little hot from that obnoxious ad. It was just a black screen, with occasional purple hearts flashing now and again. It had made you smile a bit.

“There’s going to be less talking tonight. I guess you can tell from the title alone—", deep and throaty chuckle “—so close your eyes and enjoy.”

You peeled your eyes open, scanning the title with droopy eyelids.

‘Sleep sounds – heavy breathing, light snoring + head scratches’

There’s light shuffling and then you felt like you were levitating. His heavy, labored breath filtered through your earphones followed by a patting sound. Not even five minutes in and you were squealing. Entranced by agust d asmr.

Tonight was no different, two weeks in and you couldn’t get a wink of sleep without giving your favorite asmrist a listen.

“What were you watching last night?”

Rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palms, you flop back against your pillows, turning to Mira groggily.

“Nothing.”

She sits at the edge of her bed, fixing her hair, “when I got here, your laptop was open and you were KO.”

“Oh.”

To your horror, she has that familiar smug look on her face and you’re suddenly wide awake.

“Did you—”

“You’re so lonely that you actually resorted to watching boyfriend ASMR videos?”

She cackles, throwing her head back with mocking laughter. You grimace, quickly coming to your defense only for her to shut you down like she always does.

“It’s okay,” she sniggers, holding up her palms placatingly, “I’m not judging. But maybe if you actually came along last night, you wouldn’t have to watch all that weird shit.”

Frowning, you hop off the bed and walk around her, snatching up the outfit you set out last night. She watches you with a mirthful smile, pushing her glasses up the slope of her nose.

“I don’t watch those videos all the time, it just happened to pop up on my Youtube feed so I watched it and fell off to sleep,” you justify, reaching around her for your bag of toiletries, “it just came up.”

She nods, “well then, are you coming with me tonight?”

“I don’t think so. I have a late shift—”

With an eyeroll, she stomps toward the door, grabbing her backpack from the desk, “see you later then.”

God. If there was one thing you wish you could do; go back in time and slap your past self for agreeing to share a room with Mira for another grueling year.

Before your shift later, you decide to take some time to go through agust d asmr’s Youtube page. You have three hundred and twelve videos to go through! Usually, you would take this time to do a little pre-read of your lecture notes for this week, but with all the spare time you have on your hands these days, you’ve already done that.

However, you’d have to be more careful this time. A cursory look over your shoulder to check if the door is fully closed, earphones plugged in and you’re set. You’re sat in front of your laptop, coffee and popcorn, courtesy of Namjoon, in hand as you explore his agust d asmr’s Youtube page. Perhaps you take every free minute as an opportunity to watch more of his videos because you’re insanely attracted to his voice and hands. That is the only explanation. Recently, you can’t get him out of your head and you find your mind wandering to the video you watched the night before. Be it in class, or at work.

When it comes down to your type, your exes, past lovers, they all had two things in common. Something you can’t avoid swooning over each time.

His first few videos are under five minutes, all with over 300K views, just to watch him play with slime, unbox his new filming equipment and—

‘Peeling tangerines for ten minutes straight.’

You snort, a little too loudly. Almost choking on a dry popcorn seed when you read his reply to a comment on that video.

‘I just wanna know who’s gonna eat all those tangerines.’ – ‘Me.’

The video itself is mesmerizing. Watching his fingers pat the skin of the fruit before his thumb dips into the center, slowly pulling back each section and taking extra care to pluck out the extra fibers. Then setting it inside the pretty basket kept to the side. Whilst peeling the last one, his fingers disappear from the frame, and you hear a sucking sound. Stomach twisting in on itself when you hear him say ‘so sweet.’

You know he’s hot. He sounds so hot. It’s driving you insane the more you watch but can you stop? No. You can’t even if you wanted to.

The video comes to an end unfortunately and you must choose another one to watch. You’re about to click on one when another thumbnail catches your eye. Specifically, the bracelet, the plastic band he’s wearing on his left wrist.

Disregarding the content of the video, you focus on that band, unsure of what to think. Your eyes must be deceiving you. It can’t be? Dragging the cursor over the bottom of the screen, you pause on one frame that shows the band clearly. Your heart leaps to your throat.

It’s not just a regular, plastic band. It’s the same cheap band they sell at your college at the beginning of every year when you register for your course. Stating that it’s made from recyclable materials and the proceeds go to charity. But what’s even worse is that you can SEE your college emblem, staring right back at you.

“Hey I forgot my—” Mira barges in, four eyes going zeroing in on your screen before you slam it shut. But she already saw. “—are you still watching boyfriend ASMR?”

You groan, “why do you call it that? No, I’m not!”

She falls onto your bed, popcorn toppling over with the bounce, “stop lying. I saw it. It’s so fucking weird. I don’t know how you even watch that shit.”

Shaking your head lightly, you open your laptop and point to the screen, watching her face intently.

“I think this guy goes to our college.”

“Oh shit,” she laughs, sitting up on her elbows, “you’re kidding? Play the video.”

Tucking your lower lip between your teeth, you look between her and the screen, an unknown feeling settling in your chest when a look of recognition falls over her features.

“Oh my fucking God. I could recognize those hands anywhere.”

“What?” Your voice is high-pitched, fingers grabbing at her shoulders, “who is he?!”

She swats your hands away, “chill out bro. He’s literally the hottest guy in my chem class.”

“What’s his name, you idiot?”

“Min Yoongi.”

Your head cocks to the side, “I haven’t heard his name before.”

She’s too focused on the screen now, legs settled under her thighs, “so he goes by Agust D on Youtube.”

“Oh my God, please don’t tell anyone. Maybe he wants to keep it a secret since he doesn’t show his face in any of his videos.”

Her mouth quirks to the side, “I won’t. But now I see the hype. His hands are literally the sexiest I have ever seen.”

“How come you never talked about him before?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know. But anyway, I have to get back. Feels fun knowing a secret about the quiet guy. Still waters do run deep.”

You kneel on your bed, “wait! Don—” She’s gone just as quick as she arrived and you hear your alarm going off in the background.

On your way to work, you search up his name, Min Yoongi, on Instagram, finding him pretty quickly since you have a few mutual followers.

You stop in your tracks, jaw unhinged.

If that’s him in his profile picture…your mind is reeling. He is insanely handsome. Pretty. Luckily, he has an open account so you go crazy. One particular post catches your eye. He’s friends with Namjoon? You close Instagram and open up Twitter. Typing in his name to find…nothing. You try different variations, even filtering the search to ‘near you,’ but nothing shows up.

Thankfully, the fast-food restaurant you work at isn’t too busy at this hour, so you continue with your research once you get there.

Literally everyone you know has a Twitter account. It’s odd that he doesn’t. And then you’re back on the mobile Youtube app. Quickly turning down the volume, one of his videos being on your homepage for your speedy viewing. He doesn’t have any socials in the description box like other asmrists, but you remember a link being there. The one he refers to in all his videos and when you click on it, you’re directed to his Twitter page.

He has nearly ten thousand followers. And his account is private. What’s that about? You will find out eventually and just as you’re about to click follow, you remember that you are a student on the same campus as him. He CANNOT know that you watch his ASMR videos because how else did you find his account? When you tried searching ‘Agust D,’ nothing showed up, so the link is the only way to view his Twitter account.

With the few working braincells you have left, you create another Twitter account (username_purple) and decide to follow him from that account, but you’re interrupted.

You shove your phone in your pocket when you hear your coworker, Leah, call your name from the kitchen. Finding her with the telephone in her hand.

“It’s your mother,” she announces, returning to her place at the grimy stovetop.

Taking a heavy breath, you hold the phone to your ear, speaking in a hushed tone, “hey mum.”

“Hello darling, we miss you so much here at home. How are you keeping?”

You grit your teeth, “why are you phoning here? You know you can call me on my cell.”

“I know! But you said you don’t keep your cell on you when you’re working, so I just thought I’d use this number.”

“I do, but—” you groan softly, seeing Leah eye you from behind the counter, clearly nettled that you’re not on the job “—I’m doing okay. What about you?”

From your mother’s delayed reply, you can tell that something is on her mind. Ever since your family cat, White Socks, had passed last December, she has been calling more often and you feel terrible for not contacting her as often as you used to.

“Hey mum, I’ll talk to you later, okay? I need to get back to work.”

“Oh don’t worry. I just wanted to know how you were doing and how’s Yeonjun?”

That bothers you.

“Mum, you know we broke up like almost two months ago.”

She laughs, “right. I forgot. Well, I hope you’re not missing out on all that college boy—”

“Mum!”

“Tell me you’re seeing someone?”

You look heavenward, clutching the phone tightly, “yeah mum. Anyway, I have to go. Love you.”

“Oh thank goodness. Love you too. Be safe!”

Propping the phone back in the holster, you rinse your hands out then return to the front, pausing briefly when you see Namjoon at the back of the queue. Leah attends to the first few customers and then you’re up, your best customer service smile in place.

“Welcome to galbi, how can I help you?”

“Hi,” he smiles shyly, jutting his thumb somewhere behind him, “my friends and I wanted to know what time you guys close?”

Giggling internally, you point to the notice outside, “around 9.”

He nods, you’re aware that he just came in to talk to you. And then your attention is drawn to his friends outside. Is that…him? Holy—

Namjoon waves a hand in front of you, and you snap back to reality, hyperaware of the fact that the guy you spend your nights listening to for hours is standing a few feet away. In the flesh. With his sexy hands and voice and his muscular body. He’s a little shorter than you expected but he’s still taller than you. Much taller. Oh God, why are you drooling?

“Hm?”

Namjoon laughs, shiny teeth on display, “I said we’ll come back later if we’re hungry.”

You nod, “okay…uhm, where are you headed?”

He taps a beat on the edge of the counter, “it’s someone’s birthday. I don’t know who. But that’s where we’re going. Anyway, have a nice night.”

Absentmindedly, you convey your own greeting through a pensive smile, watching his little group of friends disappear into the night.

You’ve got to do it now. Or at least, when your shift is over.

Fishing your phone out of your jeans pocket, you open up Youtube, find the link again and request to follow him on Twitter. Just then, your phone pings with a message from Mira, phone almost slipping from your hands when you open it up.

He should accept your follow request soon and then you’d see what lies beyond. You know nothing about him, except that he runs an ASMR page and goes to your college and is extremely attractive.

After you shower, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that he had accepted your request, a victorious grin puffing up your cheeks as you throw on your lilac sleepshirt and hop in bed. Ready to do some more digging.

Why does he always use the butterfly emoji? It’s everywhere. Even on his Youtube page.

It’s past midnight and you know Mira won’t be arriving until morning. Clicking the link once again for a login/sign up page to pop up.

FLUTTERBY.COM

Halfway through and you realize that a monthly subscription fee is involved. Fuck. You can’t afford that. What’s up with the username suggestions? ‘cvmslvt’ ‘biteme’

But you need to know what lies beyond that link. Your bank account weeps as you fill in your card details and then you’re clear. Directed to a video player.

‘This stream will start shortly’

The website’s theme is glowing purples and blacks, the blue outline of butterflies on either side of the screen. That’s probably why he uses that emoji. Is it like a code? Code for this site? What is this site about? What did you even sign up for? Oh well, at least the aesthetic is pretty.

‘Glosshots will begin streaming shortly’

Glosshot—

Countless comments fly up the screen once the stream starts. All praises and very…thirsty. A suspicious empty office chair rolling into view before someone sits down, legs spread, face out of view…

Is that…him?

He speaks and oh boy, it is him.

“Hi, thank you for tuning in tonight. Looking at the votes from the last time, I think I know what you all want.”

You gulp. Head dipping lower to see his hands run up and down his thighs. Everyone in the comments is telling him to take out his…COCK?

WHAT SITE IS THIS? IS HE—IS THIS? OH MY GO—

“Oh? Many of you are saying you’ve had a bad week. Need me to take care of you hm?”

You watch him lick his lips, smirking as he unzips his pants. What’s worse is that he’s wearing the same pants from earlier. But do you plan to leave the stream? No.

“Why don’t you slip off your panties baby? Spread those legs for me.”

You do none of that. Absolutely still when you see him dip his hands into his pants and pull out his cock. The kind of cock you only see in porn. Sorrel brown cock with thick veins running along the sides, pretty hands stroking from root to tip.

“Play with that clit baby. Get yourself nice and wet for me.”

He pulls off his hoodie with his free hand, pale skin glistening under the dim light as he continues to stroke himself, rolling his fist around the tip. He’s so fucking hot.

“No no,” he chuckles, spreading his legs even further as he grips the base of his girthy cock, “don’t put a finger in yet. Just rub that lil clit for me. No, actually first suck your fingers. Go on, get your fingers nice and wet then spread it all over your cunt.”

Have you been grinding on your heel this entire time? A heavy weight settles in the pit of your stomach, you spring up and place the laptop of your thighs, throat going dry when he squeezes some lube on his erect cock, squelching sounds echoing in your room as he fucks into his fist. Ignoring the twinge between your thighs.

“Oh,” he groans, thumb splitting the leaking tip before it slips between his fingers, hips lifting from the seat, “you’re so fucking pretty baby. Make some more sounds for me. Rub that clit faster.”

The head you would give this man. What? No. Wait. You’re rubbing your thighs together, nails clawing into your sheets before you finally succumb to the growing sensation and reach into your panties. You tuck your lower lip between your teeth, finding your swollen clit before dipping lower, collecting your slick on your fingers. Your heart racks against your ribcage. This was the last thing you expected, but it feels so good.

His voice gets breathier, lower, more commanding. Your movements become erratic, trying to match the pace of his fist sliding over his cock.

Just when you think he’s about to cum, he stops, trembling as he slows his movements and bends over the camera, silver chain dangling from his neck.

“Don’t cum yet. Pinch that clit for me. That’s it. Rub it. Bet you’re a whining mess now, huh you little slut? Desperate to stuff your fingers in that fat pussy.”

Your eyes widen, unaware that those words could have you feeling a million times more aroused as you’re bucking into your hand, taking strained breaths while you’re trying to delay your orgasm. A panicked moan slipping from your lips when he forms a tunnel with both his fists, bucking into them all while urging you on.

“Go on then, fuck yourself on your fingers. Still not enough? Add another. Oh, my fingers would stretch you out good baby. But you’d just have to watch me like this, wishing you could have me.”

He laughs devilishly, taunting you by coming closer to the screen, snapping his hips faster. Your index and middle finger move in time with his thrusts, curling them deep inside before that knot tightens and sweat collects on your chest, eyes flying shut when you pinch your nipple with your free hand. Back arching right before—

“Don’t cum.”

A shriek jumps out of your lips, pruned fingers abusing your walls before you pull them out, feeling your high ebb away.

He growls, lowering onto the chair behind him while you’re waiting for him to speak with bated breath, tears prickling the corners of your eyes. He leans forward, apparently reading the comments because he laughs, stiff cock pressed into his abdomen.

“What? You were so close? That’s too bad slut. You cum when I tell you too. Now, slap that pussy for me.”

You rear your hand back, jolting when it comes down weakly, hole clenching uncontrollably, begging to be filled.

“That’s it, again,” he begins stroking his cock once more, a tighter hold this time and you’re determined to make yourself cum, so as if he can see you somehow, you follow his every order.

“Twists those nipples for me.”

“Spit on your hand.”

“Sit up on your knees and fuck yourself on your fingers.”

Your legs are spread apart, hair sticking to your neck as you bounce on your hand, leaning forward to lift your ass up and down until you hear him say the words, gushing all over your fingers with breathless whispers. You’ve never cum this hard from masturbation alone. And he’s reaching his own end, toned hands working fast before you hear his choked moan, cock out of your view as you see his stomach tremble. Adam’s apple bobbing, he tosses his head back.

His chain sits between his large pecs, rising and falling as his breaths steady, and he mutters out a small goodnight. A blue butterfly, the logo of the site, fills the screen and you must leave your review. How do you get him out of your head after this?

Judging from your sodden sheets and cramped fingers, it was a five-star experience.

After a dreamless sleep, you rise early that morning well-rested with a peaceful smile on your face. Rolling over on your side to check your socials like you usually do. One notification has your heart beating thunderously.

Min Yoongi started following you.

A few excited squeals and you follow him back.

Next is Twitter. You decide to use your other account to check his profile once again when you find that you’re still following zero.

Huh? You distinctly remember following him, how else would you have—Oh no.

Leaping up from bed, you switch to your personal account to find that instead of following him from the account you created especially to follow Agust D, you followed him from your personal.

That explains why he followed you on Instagram from his personal.

Oh no. Now he knows that you watch his ASMR videos.

Now he knows that you know about that little site.

“Fuck.”

Mira practically begged on her knees for you to go to this party with her. You obviously couldn’t tell her that no, you cannot go to a party with her after you embarrassed yourself by following a guy from your college on his camboy account. She would probably say that it’s not a big deal. You’re not going to tell her. It was a decision you made last night after realizing a little too late that she cannot keep a secret to save her life. Especially when her friend Hana talks about Yoongi’s ASMR page.

“Hey,” you call, nudging Mira lightly as you fill up a cup, speaking over the loud music, “do you think he’ll be here?”

She bites into an olive, nearly squirting some juice into your eye, “who?”

You click your tongue, “you know who. Min Yoongi!”

Hana throws an arm over your shoulder, “we’re talking about Yoongi? The guy who keeps giving Mira the look in chem.”

“What look?”

Mira, wearing a wry smile, shrugs, attempting to dodge your question by asking her own but you grip her arm.

“Aren’t you and Mike back together?”

She elbows your ribs, breaking out of your hold, “I ditched him for good this time.”

You nod, biting your tongue. Typical Mira behavior. Will you ever learn your lesson? When you and Yeonjun broke up, she was there to comfort you but then befriended him once things died down between you. You still don’t know what happened between them and you’d rather not. It might seem a bit petty, but that’s the trend you noticed when it comes to you and her. But, if Yoongi is giving her attention, then there’s nothing you can do about it. Except live with the fact that you saw his cock and will probably see his cock again after tonight.

Hana, Mira and Mina saunter their way to the lounge while you’re left with your thoughts. Not alone for too long however because you catch Namjoon making his way toward you, drink in hand.

“Nice to see you out.”

Before you can respond, a shorter guy with sandy blond hair catches Namjoon in a chokehold, eyes raking down your figure. You give him a small smile, one he returns with crinkled eyes.

“You gonna introduce us to your friend over here, hyung?”

Namjoon, wriggling out of his hold a little peeved, says your name then points to the other guy who extends his hand.

“Jimin.”

“Hi Jimin.”

He comes around to your other side once you return his handshake, forcing you to stand in the doorway.

“Hi hi,” he sing-songs, taking a swig from his cup before pointing out into the dining area, “you see my friend over there.”

You spin around, “what fri—” The words die on your tongue when you follow his line of sight to discover Yoongi, rubbing the side of his nose with his knuckle as he continues to side-eye you three. He’s probably been there this whole time and you didn’t know. Shit.

“Ye-ah,” you clear your throat, “what about him?”

He grins, “he’s a little shy.”

You cock an eyebrow, unable to hide the surprise in your voice, “oh is he?”

“What the fuck, Jimin?”

Jimin shoves his hand in a frantic Namjoon’s face, “shut up.”

Yoongi, obviously aware that you’re chatting about him, returns your stare unabashedly, swirling the drink in his cup before holding it up to his face with those big hands, watching you over the rim with darkened eyes. You shoot him an equally seductive look, hoping you don’t look crazy before you refocus on Jimin who prattles on about his friend. As if you aren’t already charmed by him.

“He said I should tell you that he thinks you’re cute.”

“Cute?”

Jimin rushes to correct his words, laughing around a sheepish smile, “really beautiful.”

You glance at Yoongi, shocked that you’re able to keep a calm demeanor when your face feels like it’s overheating. He winks, setting your heart on fire.

“Well, then why didn’t he come tell me that himself?”

Jimin chuckles, voice drowned out by the intro of another song, “like I said, he’s really shy. Maybe I could give you his number and you know…”

You pretend to think, already having your answer ready with one last look in Yoongi’s direction.

“Since you’re cute,” you reason, handing him your phone, “here.”

He types for a bit then hands it back, taking Namjoon with him as you wave them off. With that, you inform Mira that you’d see her later and head back to your dorm, mind racing as much as your heart.

It took you exactly twenty-seven minutes to calm down and exactly fifteen minutes to psych yourself up and send him a message. You don’t know what’s going on between him and Mira but all you know is that you have a big, fat crush on him. One that only worsened after you saw him tonight. Fuck, that hair. That wink. He’s such a hot piece of shit and he knows it. And he knows you watched him last night. Your gut is right 99.9% of the time.

Once you send him a message, his response comes within the next few seconds.

You were supposed to use this time to finish up your coursework for the week. But you’re struggling to form a single coherent thought.

He wants you to watch him? He wants you to watch him…he knows you watch him. You shove your face into your pillow, a sound between a bleat and a moo muffled by the purple fabric before you start to pace the small space of your room.

What time did he start last night? Maybe he’ll tweet the link again and then you can join from there. That’s why he has that twitter account right.

In all your internal rambling, you lose track of time and it’s nearly past midnight. Your phone goes off with a notification from his Twitter. And similar to the night before, you have your laptop set on your folded legs, pillows fluffed up behind you. Door locked. As if Mira doesn’t have her own key. Like you expected, he’s wearing the same outfit from earlier, rings still on. All you envision is the smirk he had pasted on his face, the wink he sent you, his fingers…You haven’t talked to the guy before, and you’re already so far gone.

“Let’s check the votes,” he leans forward, milky neck exposed to your greedy eyes before he sits back, reaching somewhere behind him to produce a…Hitachi wand. When did your pussy develop a heartbeat of its own? You make a mental note to vote at the end of tonight’s stream. Last night you were far too…tired to try and get accustomed to this site.

You hear a faint buzzing sound, fingers skimming your bottom lip as you watch him roll the tip over his crotch, free hand gripping the armrest before he unbuttons his shirt and kicks off his pants, white boxer briefs snug around the outline of his thick cock.

He doesn’t say much this time, but you’re all too happy to sit and listen to his heavy breaths, seeing him lie back and take out his cock. Setting the vibrator under the mushroom tip. Before you know it, his moans heighten in pitch, stomach quivering when he pulls the vibrator away and does it again. And again. Edging himself till incoherent whispers can be heard from his parted lips.

“Fuck,” he mutters, thick with arousal, “I’m gonna cum. Please. Let me cum.”

The whine in his voice has you spiraling, knuckles caught between your teeth before you reach into your pajama shorts, finding them drenched in your slick as you work two quick fingers over your clit, head pressing into the pillow behind you.

“Please,” he continues to beg, shivering and squirming under the assault of the vibrator, dipping lower to rub over his balls then back around to the tip of his cock, “I need to cum. Hurts so bad.”

You let your eyes fall shut, rubbing the sensitive skin on either side of your clit with your index and ring finger while your middle finger presses down on your clit, pulling back the hood to find the perfect rhythm. Gasping quietly just as his gasps get louder and more urgent, toes curling into the sheets beneath you. Blood rushing to your face, your hips lift from the mattress, spurred on by his stuttered moans as the coil tightens and snaps, trembling through your orgasm.

When you crack your eyes open, he’s hunched over the camera, fucking lazily into his fist before he chuckles. Ears perking up when you think you hear what sounds like a whisper of your name.

“You’re a lot chirpier these days.”

Shooting Leah a confused look, you help her carry the second stack of trays back to the kitchen, balancing the rest on your forearm expertly.

“What do you mean?”

She smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “I mean, you’re doing much better compared to last month. You know, everything that happened with Yeonjun and…White Socks.”

Misinterpreting your silence for sadness, she waves her hands around, apologizing for bringing it up but you’re quick to tell her that it’s okay.

“I actually do feel like I’m doing a lot better,” you snort, wiping down a ketchup bottle before sliding it in her direction. You must have a mellow smile on your face because Leah nudges you with her hip, raising a suggestive brow.

“What’s with that look?”

Wondering whether you should tell her about Yoongi or not, you open and close your mouth a few times only to be disrupted by loud chatter coming from the front.

“I’ll tell you later,” you promise, fixing the bow on your apron and stopping short of the door when you catch sight of who just entered.

Yoongi and Namjoon and the rest of that group. Jimin seems to announce your presence because all seven of them turn to look in your direction. Your eyes are set on one and when your gazes lock, he smirks and is the first to sit down. Regaining your composure, you tighten your ponytail and shuffle to their table, returning Namjoon and Jimin’s impish smiles.

“Hey guys. What can I get for you?”

Your gaze rests on Yoongi who has his nose buried in the menu, a few strands of hair falling over his forehead. The guy seated next to Yoongi slaps him on the back, hard, causing him to jerk forward with a grumble of ‘hyung.’

“Yoongi’s paying tonight, right?” He announces, looking at the guy next to him for confirmation. It isn’t difficult to notice that they’re sharing some kind of inside joke with the way they all mumble the affirmative, chuckling behind their hands.

“Great! We’ll take three of the meat lovers special with four extra servings of fries, what else? Do you want anything?”

You clutch the pen to your chest, “me?”

Yoongi’s head raises once he hears you speak, seven pairs of eyes on you while they wait for your answer.

“She wants Yoongi hyung’s meat—OW.”

Your cheeks burn, finding Namjoon’s apologetic smile as he keeps the brazen guy under his arm. From the corner of eye, you think you see Yoongi’s lips stretch into a smile, setting your tummy in a stir.

“Will that be all?”

“No,” one of them pipes up, stating his order, clearly taking advantage of the fact that he won’t be the one paying before you scribble it down, repeating the order to them twice then heading back to the kitchen.

You shove a finger into your collar, the heat in the kitchen being too much for you once Leah gets to work but you’d rather hang back until their orders are done because you don’t want to be victim to their sly remarks.

It’s evident that they know something’s going on between you and Yoongi. They’re rowdy and loud, filling up the usually quiet space with rich, masculine laughter as you balance the trays in hand and walk on shaky legs to the table, grateful that they’re the last customers for tonight because the knowing look Yoongi sends your way once you set down the plates has your heart stuttering in your chest.

You’re yet to hear his voice. In person. That’s all you want for now. Even if you don’t get a chance to have a conversation with him tonight.

With Leah’s orders, you had to stay out front till they were done, catching Yoongi’s secretive winks before they all finish up and leave. Yoongi, hands buried in his jeans pockets, glides over to the counter where you’ve been wiping the same spot for the past ten minutes.

“Hey, uhm, how much?”

Despite knowing the amount, you still tap a few times on the screen, avoiding his gaze as you state the amount. Grimacing at your bored tone.

You take the cash from him, swallowing thickly when your fingers touch and placing the notes haphazardly into the drawer. He lingers for a while and when you finally lift your head, he has an indecipherable look on his face, head cocked to the side. He’s wearing a hoodie with a graffiti dog on the front, ginger hair gelled back.

“I would give you a tip but uh—”

You blink, frozen when he leans in closer to whisper—

“You can have mine later.”

His smirk cracks into laughter but you’re quick to counter with—

“I can take more than that.”

You watch his pink lips purse, his eyebrow twitching slightly, “oh?”

Tangled in the heat of his gaze, you’re unable to say anything else, heart swelling in your throat. Taking in as much of his face as you can before his friends call out to him from outside. A chilly breeze has the scent of his perfume filling your nostrils, luring you in even further.

“We’ll talk later,” he says softly, taking a few steps backward while still holding your gaze, “bye.”

“Bye,” you say a little too dreamily, hand held up to the side of your face as you wave him off.

Once you get home, you contemplate whether or not you should text him first. Chewing off a hangnail before finally deciding that you would after you shower, but he beats you to it.

“Move your hand. Let me see you.”

Rolling your eyes despite the foray of emotions surging through you, you let your hand fall to the side, reaching over to turn on the LED lights behind you.

“What are you wearing?”

You laugh nervously, “straight to it huh?”

“No,” he snorts, falling back onto his pillows and knocking the breath from your lungs with his face yet again, “you look cute.”

“Oh, just a vest and shorts. I was too lazy to actually look for pajamas.”

“Hmm, lazy girl.”

You’re gripping your thigh to keep yourself from squealing like a lovesick schoolgirl. How long has it been since you felt this way?

He runs a hand through his hair, propping it behind his head to give you the perfect view of his muscular arm, “what are you up to?”

“Nothing much,” you giggle, “talking to you.”

“You don’t say.”

“Shut up.”

“Fine. I’ll go.”

“No. Don’t go.”

He laughs, low and gravelly, “I’m just messing with you.”

“I know.”

“So, tell me about yourself?”

“What do you wanna know?”

“Hmm, anything. You stay at the dorms? Namjoon told me.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “with Mira.”

He squints, “who’s Mira?”

“My roommate,” you reply, a little surprised that he doesn’t know who she in considering what her friends were talking about a few days ago, “she’s in your chem class.”

He shakes his head, speaking around a yawn, “probably. Never heard of her before.”

“Hmm.” Funny.

“That was your cat on your profile picture?”

The conversation goes on till four in the morning which you highly regret once you wake up for your 9AM lecture the next day but it was worth it. He’s studying Biochemistry, against his will he joked, but plans on pursuing his dream which turns out to be music. He has a pet toy poodle whose name is Holly and has the cutest gummy smile you have ever seen. Especially when he gets shy and flustered which he said only happens when you’re around.

“I’m guessing all your friends know we talk,” you enquire, stifling a yawn.

“Yeah.” His voice is laced with sleep, your new favorite sound. “Namjoon had a crush on you. But he wasn’t planning on doing anything about it so here I am. And he knows I hardly ever do stuff like this so…”

“Oh? So, what you’re saying is…I should feel flattered that you’re taking the time to talk to me?” You tease, seeing him nod, trying to keep his expression serious.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he grins, “so tell me. You said you liked when it when I used the vibrator…?”

You sit up in bed, crossing and uncrossing your legs, “yeah…why?”

His voice lowers in tone, bringing the phone closer to his face, “tell me what else you wanna see.”

Blushing furiously, you splutter, “I don’t know. Why don’t you surprise me?”

You’re more than surprised during his next stream. Painfully horny and frustrated. Drooling at the screen as you watch his vascular hand swing the flogger between his legs. Cock bobbing against his abdomen when it cracks into his thigh, a string of curses leaving both your lips. The comments speed up the screen, nearly fifty thousand people enjoying it just as much as you but none of them know who he is. None of them discussed this with him like you did.

He sucks in a breath through gritted teeth when he tosses the flogger over his shoulder, tassels hitting his back before he drags it over his nipples, whining when it touches the head of his cock.

Your fingers dance across your chest, thumb running over your nipples, absorbing every little sound he makes for it to pool between your legs. He draws the flogger back, ready to come down on his now reddened thigh when the door swings open, crashing into the wall similar to the way you slam your laptop shut, holding up the covers to your chin when Mira throws herself over your legs, sobbing into your purple grape plushies.

“Hey, hey” you try, setting your laptop aside with mild disappointment, “what happened? What’s wrong?”

The alarm clock on your bedside tells you that it’s a little after 1AM. You have the strong suspicion that it has something to do with Mike. She lets you take off her shoes, rolling under your blanket as if she doesn’t reek of cheap alcohol.

“Mike,” she sniffles, blowing into her sleeve, “he’s such a fucking asshole.”

“Everyone knows that,” you sigh, handing her a tissue, “what did he do this time?”

Despite hearing it before, you still let her vent, agreeing with her when she calls him every vile name under the sun and letting her finish your new box of tissues. You know he isn’t the one to blame, since she keeps interfering whenever he tries to move on and find someone new. But you won’t tell her that, because a drunk, sad Mira can be brutal.

“I just hate him so much! Maybe I should just stay single and lonely like you,” she mopes, sliding off your bed to fall flat onto the rug.

Hearing your phone ding, you reach over to see Yoongi’s name on the screen, heart doing a little somersault.

When your phone rings, Mira’s head pops up from the other side of your bed, mouthing ‘who’s that?’ once you hold the phone up to your ear.

“Hi Yoongi.”

Confusion twists her features.

“Hey,” he answers. It seems like you could never get used to hearing his voice, despite contributing half a million views on every ASMR video he posted. “How are you?”

“Good,” you smile, toying with a strand of hair as you stare at your reflection goofily, “and you?”

“Good now that I’m talking to you.”

“That was corny,” you giggle, scrunching up your nose.

He exhales deeply, you can almost hear the smile in his voice, “I know. But I’m only speaking facts.”

“Hmm. So, what’s up?”

“Well, since you met all my friends the other night, I wanted to ask if you’d like to go bowling with us…with me tomorrow night?”

“Bowling?”

“Yeah, I mean, we don’t have to. We can just hang out if—”

“No, I’d love to.”

“Really?”

Cheeks aching from how hard you’re smiling, you squeak, “yeah!”

“Okay, awesome. Let me know if you need a ride. I’ll text you.”

“Cool.”

“Bye Yoongi.”

“Bye~”

Your moment is spoiled by Mira’s questioning face, tapping her foot impatiently. “What was that about?”

Putting your phone to charge, you turn off the main light and tuck yourself back in bed, “Yoongi. He asked me to go bowling with him tomorrow night.”

“Oh…that’s nice. Have fun then.”

It’s too dark for you to make out her expression but her tone tells you all you need to know. However, you’re too excited to care. Already planning out your outfit in your head with butterflies swarming your belly.

Smoothing your hands down the skirt of your dress, you push open the double doors, loud chatter doing nothing to ease your nerves that have been eating at you during your ride to the bowling. Flashing neon lights greet you, the sound of a man announcing drowns out the upbeat music. It’s darker than you expected, glowing shapes on the carpet guide you further inside. You had called an Uber instead of asking Yoongi for a ride since you were running a little, fashionably, late. It doesn’t take you long to spot them, goofing around with the bowling bowls. You smile to yourself once you see Yoongi sitting at the entrance, eyebrows screwed together.

“Hi.”

He springs to his feet, fingers splayed across your back as he pulls you in for a hug. Your eyes flutter when his scent surrounds you, warmth from his palm spreading across your skin as he drinks you in, lip tucked between his teeth.

“You look…wow.” You’re grateful that you chose to wear the collared dress instead of a cropped hoodie and jeans.

“Thank you,” you beam, letting your gaze rake down his figure, “so do you.”

Hand still snug against your back, he ushers you to the front, helping you into a pair of bowling shoes. He grabs your left ankle and props your foot up on his knee, tongue poking out cutely as he ties your laces. You hold onto his shoulder for balance, charmed by his sweet and caring demeanor.

“Thank you.”

He rises to his full height, face a few inches from yours, “you’re welcome.”

Rudely interrupted by his friends, he takes the opportunity to introduce you to them. Jungkook, the youngest of his friend group, seems to be the only one who brought someone along, his girlfriend you assume.

Namjoon claps twice, demanding everyone’s attention, “now that everyone is here, let’s divide into teams.”

Jimin groans from his place on the bench, “do we have to?”

“Of course,” Yoongi chimes in, guiding you to the bench on the opposite side.

Jimin raises an accusing finger, pointing between the two of you, “you just want to be paired with her.”

They all laugh, attracting the attention from the family a few benches away. You catch Yoongi looking at you from the corner of his eye, the faintest blush on his cheeks.

“Isn’t that how it works?” You ask genuinely, only having gone bowling with your family years ago when you were a child.

Namjoon goes over the rules, but you seem to be the only one listening. When you turn your head to look at Yoongi, he’s already looking at you.

“If you need help, I’ll be here.”

One of the attendants help set up the scoreboard after suggesting that there should be three teams, since there’s nine of you and there are three available lanes. Your team is up first, and Yoongi helps you with the ball, warm fingers running over yours.

He demonstrates how you should swing your arm back, muscles rippling in his skin before he stands behind you, chest pressed into your back. You honestly don’t care much about the scores, all you’re focused on is Yoongi’s lips moving around your ear as he speaks.

“Just relax,” he whispers, massaging your shoulders lightly, “you can take a few steps back when you’re ready and then let go.”

He moves away, gesturing for you to try and you’re hoping you don’t look like an idiot when you draw your hand back and let the heavy ball slip from your fingers, swaying a bit to the side before knocking over the pins, two still stand.

“You did so good!” He cheers, gums on display, “my turn.”

Shyly, you return to the bench where Jimin sits, watching Yoongi’s face as he concentrates.

“He has a weird way of doing it,” Jimin laughs, “but he still manages to get them all.”

Watching Yoongi bend his knees expertly, the ball rolls from his hands and he knocks down all ten pins, a fist of victory cutting through the air. Jimin, being on your team, leaps up to pat Yoongi’s back, giving Jungkook and his team the finger.

“That was so cool.”

“Yeah?”

He nudges your shoulder, sitting impossibly close to you as you watch the rest of them have their turns showing off. The lighting here is relaxing, and you find yourself making friends with Jungkook’s girlfriend. She’s really sweet and soft-spoken. They’re all really hospitable, and you don’t feel out of place for even a second.

Amid the game, everyone except Jungkook and Taehyung lose interest and you’re all busy with your own conversations, Yoongi with his arm around your backrest, fingers dangerously close to your neck. A guy selling popcorn and sweets passes you by and they all hover around him.

“You want anything?”

You scan the options, not feeling particularly hungry but still wanting something to chew on. Or suck on.

“I’ll have the cherry lollipop.”

That turns out to be a terrible idea…or fantastic idea. Throughout the whole conversation, Yoongi’s eyes are glued to your lips, and you jokingly ask if he wants a taste. Not expecting him to take it from you.

Eyes still on yours, he pops the lollipop in his mouth while you sit stunned, goosebumps rising on your skin.

He rolls his tongue over it, humming quietly, “it tastes good.”

The small smirk he has on tells you that he knows what he’s doing to you, so you decide two can play that game and tease him further.

He thrusts the lollipop in your direction, and you stick out your tongue, fully expecting him to put it there but he’s obviously a devil. You hold his gaze as he presses it into your tongue, drawing small circles with it before bringing it back to his lips and taking a suck. Throat a little dry, you swallow, trembling when he scoots closer to you and asks if you want another suck.

Nodding, you seem to forget that you’re in public but it’s too dark for anyone to see what you’re up to and you also seem to forget that he stole your lollipop.

Just like earlier, you open your mouth, expecting the sweetness of the lollipop but receiving his sticky mouth instead. Eyes widening a fraction when he leans in and covers your mouth with his, an exchange of spit and syrup. Your heartbeat accelerates, hands reaching up to grip onto the front of his shirt when his tongue hits the roof of your mouth. The kiss is sloppy, but tasty, his lips soft as they move over your own. He swallows up your moans when his lips close around your tongue, bobbing his head slowly as he sucks your wet muscle into his mouth.

You clench your thighs together, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by him, especially when he nips on the tip of your tongue, thumb swiping along your bottom lip when he pulls away.

He presses his thumb onto your tongue, grinning before the lollipop is shoved into your mouth, chin and cheeks wet with spit.

“Tasty,” he grins, fingers dancing up the side of your neck.

Knowing that the lollipop is warm because it was in his mouth does unspeakable things to you. You shift uncomfortably, feeling how damp your panties have become.

You’re working up the courage to maybe…kiss his neck when you hear your name being called, tilting your head slightly to see Mira and her friends making their way toward you.

“What are you guys doing here?”

Yoongi’s hold around your shoulders loosens when you sit forward, speaking around your lollipop.

“Duh. We came to bowl,” she slurs, uncoordinated as she throws herself on the bench across you and Yoongi, knees touching his, “hi Yoongi.”

He smiles, shooting you a bewildered look.

“Oh, this is Mira—”

“Shut up,” she laughs, dismissing you with a small wave of her hand, “he knows who I am, isn’t that right Yoongi?”

Anger bubbling to the surface, you rise from your seat to find Hana and Mina, only to see them monkeying around, equally drunk. Mira hiccups behind you and you sigh, flopping back down next to Yoongi.

“I think I should get her home.” Before she says something stupid and ruins everything for you.

Grabbing her knee, you reach forward and push back her hair, getting a better look at her face. “How did you guys get here?”

She points somewhere behind her, “Hana’s car.”

You curse, “did she drive here?! Oh my G—” You’re cut off by an awfully familiar sound, quickly taking hold of her elbow and carting her to the entrance before she throws up and embarrasses you even more than she already has.

Hooking your saddle bag over your shoulder, you pass Yoongi an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, I have to get them home. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

He tails you to the entrance, “do you guys need a ride? I can t—”

“No, no,” you refuse, patting Hana’s shoulder, “I’ll call an Uber, thank you. I had so much fun tonight.”

“Me—”

Mira gags from her place under your arm and you rush to take her outside, holding her hair back as she empties the contents of her stomach. Scrunching up your nose, you ask Hana to call an Uber but she insists that she’s not that drunk. Choosing not to worry about them since she doesn’t look as drunk as Mira, your main issue now is to try and get her home.

You want to ask why she came to the bowling center but then you’re taken back to a few months ago where all she ever did was soil your plans of having a good night out. Tonight must be no different.

She’s babbling once you reach your dorm, getting her putrid breath in your face before you slip off her shoes and tuck her in.

Yoongi’s face comes to mind, and you feel terrible for not saying goodbye to the rest of them. Disappointed that you had to leave early. You’re wondering if Mira would do the same for you, then you shoo away that thought because you would never put yourself in that position.

Sad that the night is over already, you’re on your way to the shower when you hear your phone ding.

Scrambling to get your earphones, you plug it in and fall back on your bed, feet planted on the mattress. His face comes into view, sitting up in bed shirtless. You can imagine what he must be doing under that blanket of his. Your pussy clenches around nothing, fingers travelling lower and lower to touch your swollen clit.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he grits, eyeing your boobs through your bra, “let me see them.”

Angling the phone a little lower, you pull the cups under your breasts, hearing him mutter a string of curses under his breath. Readjusting your bra, you spread your legs further and push your panties to the side, unable to hold yourself back any longer as your fingers circle your entrance.

“I’m so fucking hard,” he grunts, looking somewhere below before his eyes are back on you, narrowed in your direction, “playing with that pussy like we talked about? Why don’t you stick a finger in for me. Just one.”

Mouth hanging open, you ease in your index finger, ridged walls clenching around it as you draw it in and out, “need more. Please.”

He chuckles, sweat beading his forehead, “since you asked so nicely, go on then. Stuff another finger in that tight pussy. Bet you wish I was there, using you like my personal little cocksleeve, hm? Wish it was my fat cock stuffing you full instead of your tiny fingers.”

Your walls clamp down on your fingers, clit vibrating under your thumb as you listen to his filthy words, hips gyrating into your hand.

“Want your cock,” you whisper, tongue wetting your lips, “wanna see your cock.”

“Nuh uh, gonna make you cum first. Push those fingers in harder, faster baby, wanna hear you moan my name.”

Following his orders, you feel your slick drip down your ass cheeks, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit, rolling closer and closer to the edge. Heat overtakes your senses, “Yoongi. I’m close.”

He stares at you with lust-filled eyes, “sit up. On your knees. Bounce for me. That’s it. Good girl. Imagine you were bouncing on my cock like that. Fuck. Keep going. Make yourself cum. Let me hear you.”

Just like the other night, you grind into your hand, curling your fingers deep inside as you spasm and moan, chanting his name, struggling to keep the phone up when your orgasm washes over you, trembling through your high.

“Fuck. So fucking pretty when you cum, that’s it, let me see your hands.”

With flushed cheeks, you hold up your messed hand to the screen, hearing a satisfied growl from his side.

“Just wait for me, okay?”

A bit confused, you lay back down in bed when he cuts the call, silently catching your breath. Around five minutes later and your phone dings, receiving a video of him stroking his cock a few times as he moans and grits your name. For the first time ever, you watch his cock spurt white onto his abdomen, hearing his sinful sounds as he finishes with a prolonged moan of your name. He’s going to be the death of you.

The next afternoon, you’re making your way to the library to print a few things when you see Mira on the other side, busy talking to the librarian. Usually, she would come up to you and you’d leave the library together, but this time, you know she sees you and chooses not to approach you. That’s hilarious, it’s as if you ruined her date.

Once you’re done, you decide to stop at her table on your way out, hoping you can have a little chat about last night because even though you share a room with her, she would do everything in her power to avoid you.

“Hey,” you say, setting down your file before taking the vacant seat next to her, “how are you feeling?”

She shrugs, leaning on her fist, “good.”

“You’re welcome,” you snort, “for last night.”

“I can’t remember anything. How did you even end up at the party?”

With the way she obstructs your view of her face, you can tell she’s lying and guilty.

“Actually,” you begin, “you came over to the bowling center where I was with Yoongi and his friends. Then I had to take you home because you were sick.”

She drops her hand, scribbling on a blank piece of paper, “no way.”

“Yeah. You kind of ruined my date.”

Her fringe pokes into her eyes when she lifts her head, offering a somewhat apologetic frown, “really?”

“Why did you even come there anyway? I was so confused when I saw you.”

“I don’t know,” she mumbles, face unreadable, “Mina wanted to go bowling and—”

You laugh, “all of a sudden?”

She narrows her eyes at you, growing defensive, “yeah? What? You think we only went there because you were there with Yoongi. Please, not everything is about you, okay?”

Bristling at her tone, you decide to drop it, “that’s not what I said but anyway…I’ll see you later.”

The legs of the chair scrape against the flooring as you stand up, seeing her tap the edge of her pen against your file.

“So, you and Yoongi are a thing now?”

Stuffing your file in your bag, you give her a one-shoulder shrug, “guess you can say that.”

“Cool. Well, just thought I should let you know that he literally tried to ask me out last week. I said no, because I thought about you.”

You sigh, scratching the side of your head because you expected her to say some shit like this.

“Mira, I don’t know how to put this in a nice way, but he literally didn’t even know who you were when I spoke about you. He didn’t even know you’re in his chem class.”

She splutters, opening and closing her mouth but you cut her off, fluffing up your bun, “please don’t pull the same shit. You know, what you did with Yeonjun. I actually like Yoongi.”

Blinking twice, she leans back in her chair, “no, I know. That’s nice.”

“Yeah.”

With that, you huff and spin around, tapping your student card on the security pad before exiting. A part of you is a little relieved that you brought up what happened with Yeonjun. But another part of you is mad after seeing her reaction. She treated it as if it was nothing when she secretly had a hand in your break up. But you’re not going to dwell in the past. What’s done is done and perhaps things didn’t work out because you were meant to meet Yoongi—”

“Woah! Someone’s in a hurry.”

Your apologies dissolve on your tongue when you see Yoongi standing a foot away, hands curled around your shoulders.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” he flashes his gums, running his hands up and down your arms, “where are you power walking to?”

Suddenly, you’re reminded of last night, a little diffident under his gaze.

“Back to my dorm.”

He glances around you, dropping his hands to grip the balustrades behind him, “were you just at the library? Looking like that?”

“Ye—” your eyebrows furrow, “what do you mean ‘looking like that’?”

His shoulders shake as he laughs, ginger hair caught between his fingers, “no I’m just saying. You’re all dressed up to go to the library?”

You brush past him, scoffing under your breath, “I dress up for myself. Thank you very much.”

Despite the vicious eyeroll, you heart skips a beat when he grabs your arm, tugging you closer to him.

“No,” he says in an undertone, gaze drifting over your figure, “you look pretty.”

You giggle when he touches the curls atop your head, “I like this—” gripping the strap on your bag tighter when his thumb swipes across your chin “—and the lip gloss.”

Leaning into his touch when he cups your cheek, you give him a compliment of your own. Telling him how attractive he looks wearing denim.

“Where are you off to?”

You fall in stride with him, a little distracted by the hand curled around your ribs.

“I was heading to Taehyung’s place but I’m kinda hungry,” he turns to you, “wanna grab something to eat?”

Now that he mentions it, you have been feeling a little peckish, “sure.”

Deciding to eat at the restaurant not too far from campus, you both share a medium-sized serving of tteokbokki, wiping sauce off each other’s faces. Oddly comfortable with each other.

“How did you get into ASMR?”

He pokes into the bowl with his chopsticks, speaking around a mouthful, “it was kind of like an inside joke between the guys, then I realized that I really…liked it. So, I decided to make my own videos.”

You nod, dabbing the corners of your mouth with a tissue, “the guys know about your ASMR page?”

“Yeah.”

“And what about—”

“Nope,” he winks, “just you.”

“Really? Wouldn’t they be able to find it?” You question genuinely, patting your now full belly, “you know, I basically found the link on your Youtube page.”

He shrugs, calling for the waitress with a curl of his fingers, “they don’t really watch my videos. Jungkook said he’s gonna start a Tiktok page for my videos, but I said no.”

“Why not?”

“Too complicated for me.”

You snort, “yeah. Plus, with Youtube the videos can be as long as you want.”

After arguing for nearly ten minutes about who should pay the bill, he managed to snatch it out of your hands and promised you could pay next time. Next time. It’s dark outside once you leave the restaurant and he says you could walk to his apartment since it’s not too far. You don’t know when you both made the decision that you would be going to his apartment after, but you’re not complaining.

The evening breeze sweeps across your back as you stroll down the sidewalk, spotting a few kids lining up around the mobile rides set up for Christmas.

“Those should’ve been gone by now,” you chuckle, pointing to the makeshift sleigh.

He follows your line of sight, calloused palm slotted in yours like second nature, “guess they kept it because the kids like it so much. Do you wanna get a picture?”

Walking around the twinkling lights, he hops onto the carousel first then extends his hands for you to grab, yanking you up before gesturing for you to sit on one of the horses. You throw your leg over, giving him a few poses while he crouches to snap the perfect picture. Once you’re done giggling and messing around, you return to his side to swipe at the photos. He caught all your good angles.

“You look good,” he grins, stuffing his phone back inside his pocket.

Leaning up to cup your hand around his ear, you make sure he hears you say, “you know what I’d look better riding on.”

He snaps away to look at you in disbelief, a mischievous grin matching your own. His gaze flickers to your lips, heat in his eyes as you lean in closer.

“Hey! What are you two doing up there?!”

“Oh shit.”

The furious security guard holds the flashlight up as Yoongi jumps down then grabs your hips to pull you over the railing, fingers intertwining with yours before you dash away from the scene. You know you’re out of range, but you can’t stop laughing as you run, following Yoongi blindly down the street and up a flight of stairs. Once you reach the top, he fiddles with a ring of keys before shoving the door open, darkness filling the inside.

As you’re taking in your surroundings, spotting a single armchair and a couch to your right, you’re being pressed into a wall, Yoongi’s lips on your neck, still breathless.

“You love teasing me, don’t you?”

Wordlessly, he tugs on the strings of your lilac shirt, exposing your skin to him before suckling down your neck, stopping just above the tops of your breasts. Your senses are overwhelmed by him, anticipation building with each second because it’s finally going to happen. You let your bag fall to the floor, kicking off your sneakers as he spreads your legs open.

His lips graze the shell of your ear and you jerk away, shoulder held up to your face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you breathe, sight slowly adjusting to the darkness, “just…my ears are sensitive.”

He pecks your cheek, thumbs pressing into your sides as he holds you in place, “I’ll be gentle.”

“Okay.”

That’s all he needs to hear before his tongue darts out to lick your earlobe, all your senses heighten when he juts his hips forward, feeling his heavy bulge against your stomach. He nips at the shell of your ear and a moan climbs up your throat, long nails curling into his biceps when he whispers your name, hearing him take labored breaths.

“Can I touch you?”

You swallow thickly, eyes scrunching shut, “yes.”

He undoes the button on your jeans, dragging down the zipper ever so slowly before cupping your pussy through your panties, drawing a muted gasp from your lips.

“Hmm so wet, does teasing me turn you on that much?”

Your eyelids flutter when he suckles on the skin below your ear, rolling his palm into your puffy clit as his lips move higher, biting down harder on your earlobe.

“Yoongi,” you pant, spreading your legs open wider for his easy access, silently asking for more.

You’re being pushed back on what you assume is the armrest of the couch, legs pried open when he slots himself between them and shoves his hand into your panties, free hand gripping your hip to guide you into his rough hand, now slick with your juices. You throw your head back, hands flat behind you as you grind into his palm, moaning when he finally presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is a messy mix of tongue and teeth, hands sliding into his hair to pull him closer, his groans reverberate through his chest to have more of your slick dripping into his hand. His teeth catch on your lower lip, tongue sliding over yours wantonly before he pulls away with a lewd smack, peeling your jeans off your legs.

You’re glad you decided to shave this morning, that thought alone is enough to remind you that you are definitely not imagining all this and Yoongi, the man of your dreams, is kissing up your inner thighs, inhaling deeply through his nose as he stares at your panties with unbridled lust. Long, knuckly fingers keep your legs open. He mouths around your clit and you cry out, bucking into his face.

“You smell— shit.”

Your eyes widen, chin hitting your chest as you peer at him through heavy eyes, “what?”

He’s pulling you to your feet, throwing your jeans over his shoulder before dragging you down a hallway and into a room on the left. The door slams shut and you’re being tossed onto the bed like a ragdoll, flipped onto your stomach.

“Yoongi, what’s going ah—”

In a split second, your panties are off and he’s pulling your ass up in the air, head sagging between your shoulders when his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, hard. Not giving you time to catch your breath as his tongue laves over your leaking slit, thumbs rubbing and spreading your swollen folds.

He speaks into your cunt, lips attached to your throbbing clit, “mmm—thought I heard someone coming—mmm.”

Your eyes roll back at his constant humming, the vibrations surging through you with each molten lick of his tongue, slurping up your juices that continue to leak out of you, clenching around his chin. His hand comes down on your ass, massaging the rippling flesh after only to do it again.

Nails grabbing at the sheets, you can’t help but grind on his tongue, screaming out his name when he pinches your clit between his fingers, nose pressing into your hole.

“Gonna cum so quick, hmm? Greedy little slut wants to grind on my tongue.”

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you cry out, reaching back to push his head forward, “please.”

Lips returning to your clit, he drags his mouth up, tongue lashing at your cunt before he moves further up, stopping near your puckered hole.

Your head falls forward, moans muffled by the pillow as he continues to eat you out, a mix of his spit and your slick dripping down your thighs when his thumb rubs over your other hole, tongue darting inside your pussy before he eases two fingers inside you, finding that spot deep inside with ease. Jaw going slack, you feel sweat collect under your shirt, hair a mess as you tremble, body going taut as he fucks his fingers into you at a ruthless pace, building your high with his mouth on your other hole while he draws his hand back to tap your clit, harder and harder before it all comes crashing down and you cum on his tongue.

He chuckles loudly, the tip of his tongue poking through before you hear him suckle noisily, fingers still fucking you through your high. As your convulsions recede to slow tremors, you whine in overstimulation when he purses his lips around your clit and wiggles his head from side to side, smacking your ass again when you tug on his hair.

“I’ll let you have that one,” he smiles, flipping you onto your back when you hear the jingle of his belt, “since you tasted so fucking good.”

Through bleary eyes, you watch him tug off his shirt and jeans, clad in his white boxer briefs. Your clothes come off too, joining his in the corner before you’re being lifted with a hand on the back of your head, a fresh wave of arousal taking over you as you fall to your knees in front of his thick, girthy cock, twitching in its confines.

His jaw is set, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes when your fingers creep up his thighs, seeing his muscles flex when you blow on the outline.

You feel your pussy clench uncontrollably when he slaps your left cheek, no sense of playfulness in the gesture when he does it again to the other one, even harder the third time. Even more turned on by having him touch you like this.

“Don’t tease slut, get my cock out and suck.”

Eager to please, you roll the band of his underwear down and let it fall to the floor, setting your hands on your thighs when he grips the base and guides the tip to your face, smearing the bead of precum collected at the tip on your cheeks and chin.

You moan, jaw unhinging as you keep your mouth open, ready to take his cock.

“Look at you,” he grits, tapping the head on your tongue, “all sticky. My sticky little whore.”

Before you can agree, your mouth is being filled with his cock, eyes screwing shut when the tip hits the back of your throat before your breaths even out through your nostrils, reaching up to grab his thighs. He pulls out, watching you take in a few mouthfuls of air before his fingers sink into your hair and his cock is being forced back into your mouth, tongue dragging down the veins feverishly.

He sucks in strained breaths through gritted teeth, balls slapping your chin as he flexes his hips into your face, spit dripping down the sides of your mouth. You’re all too pleased to have him fuck your throat, egged on by the delicious sounds he makes whenever you swallow around him. You feel him grow in your mouth, tongue swirling around the throbbing veins.

“Fuck, feels better than I imagined,” he moans, head lolling back before it rolls forward once again, unable to tear his gaze away from how your lips are wrapped out his cock, “knew you’d be a good little cocksleeve. Letting me fuck your mouth like this. Do you like having me use your mouth?”

Tears prickling the corners of your eyes, you nod, hollowing out your cheeks to hear him curse. You shake your head vigorously, keeping him buried far back in your throat as your tongue pokes out to lick at his balls, pulling back to take a deep breath then reaching up to roll your fist around the base, flicking his frenulum with the tip of your tongue.

“Fuck, so fucking good. Go—” He shivers, yanking your head back with his hold on your hair “—gonna cum. You gonna swallow all of it, you hear me?”

Your voice is hoarse, throat burning when you whisper a small, “want your cum.”

He laughs, low and husky, a light sheen of sweat dotting his chest when he leans forward. You don’t take him in your mouth straight away, instead, you push your boobs together, watching his face contort into pure pleasure when you move them up and down over his length, an excessive amount of precum spilling onto your chest.

“Fuck, fuck,” he breathes, fucking into your boobs with sharp snaps of his hips. Muttering out your name just as you dip your head to split the tip with your tongue, reaching down to massage the sensitive skin of his balls.

A drawn-out groan is all the warning you get, you close your mouth around the tip and grip the base, pumping him a few times as he spills into your mouth with shallow thrusts. You swallow every last drop, drinking him in before he grunts and his fingers twist in your hair, pulling you up to your feet. You’re a tangle of limbs as you collapse onto the bed, relishing in the feel of his weight on your body.

“I’m clean, you?”

You search his eyes, getting up to speed, “yeah but don’t—”

He mouths up your jaw, licking over the tender bruises he made earlier, “I won’t. Sit on my cock.”

Unable to fight the grin that splits your face, you move down the length of his body and face forward, finding a dim reflection of yourself in the mirror placed a few feet away from the bed. He sits up against the headboard, chest still heaving as he props one hand behind his head.

He lets you guide the head of his cock to his entrance, reaching around you to twist and tug at your nipples. You gasp once you push the tip in, hearing him curse as you take him in to the hilt, planting your feet on the mattress before bouncing up and down.

“Fucking hell,” he moans, now holding both your boobs as you roll your hips back and forward, overcome by the sensation of his cock splitting you open, hitting all the right spots, “look so fucking good bouncing on my cock like this. Wait, wait—”

You fall back, sweaty chest meeting your back as you grip his chin, tongue parting the seam of his lips, “what?”

He breathes into your mouth, still kneading your breasts, “fuck, I almost came. Go slow.”

You bend forward, resting your hands on his knees as you roll your hips, moaning at the feel of his cock rubbing against that sensitive spot deep inside you, “like this?”

“Yes,” he grunts, meeting each roll of your hip by lifting his, cock going deeper than you expected, “fuck yes.”

You sit like that for a good while, thighs going weak as he fucks you slow and deep, teeth sinking into the skin of your back. Your walls clamp down on him, eyes glazing over as you try to stave off your orgasm. His fingers wrap around your throat, cutting off your oxygen as his teeth drags up the shell of your ear when he hooks his thumb into the side of your cheek.

“Like it when I fuck you like this?”

Body flaring with pleasure, you let him push you forward, meeting his eyes in the mirror before he sets one foot on the bed and starts to fuck you hard and fast.

“Can’t talk? That’s it, fuck back on my cock. My personal little fucktoy. Fuck.”

The sight alone is enough to have you cry out his name, biting down on a pillow as he drags his cock in and out of your dripping alone with renewed energy, twitching and throbbing deep inside you.

“Yeah, squeeze it. So fucking tight for me. You like it when I call you mine, huh? My little slut. My pussy.”

The sounds of your moans coupled with his skin meeting yours harshly causes your eyes to slip shut in bliss, legs spread far apart when he reaches between your legs to rub at your clit.

“Fuck come on baby, cum on my cock. Be a good slut and cum.”

After nearly three weeks of watching his stream, one thing you learned how to do was cum on command, drugged by the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands on your skin, cock filling you to the brim. You think you lose hearing in your left ear when you cum in explosive waves, walls quivering around him before you’re being twisted onto your back and his cock slips out. He hunches over your spent figure, grabbing at your throat when he mutters your name softly, giving his cock a few tugs.

You watch with ravenous eyes, gasping when his fingers tighten around your throat and he releases, cum covering your whole stomach, your tits and neck.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, eyes closing momentarily. His softening cock slips out of his hand, and he falls on top of you, face buried in your neck.

Laying there in fading ecstasy, you wrap your arms around his sinewy shoulders, kissing up the side of his neck when he turns his head slightly to look at you, eyes heavy.

“Gimme those lips.”

Tipping your chin up, you hum dreamily as he moves his mouth over yours, cuddling you daintily into his chest when he rolls you over. Your thighs feel like jelly, heart a puddle of mush when he begins to pepper kisses all over your face.

“What are you doing?” You giggle, fighting him off weakly but still enjoying the attention.

He cocks an eyebrow, “what? Can’t I kiss my girl?”

“Your girl?”

Glancing at your neck, he nods, drawing circles on your skin, “yeah, my girl.”

“Since when?” You tease, booping his nose lightly.

His feline eyes turn serious, pouty lips parted slightly, “since a few moments ago.”

“I don’t remember you asking me,” you prod, grimacing slight at the cum drying on your chest.

“Oh, well…”

“Well…?”

He smirks, “you love teasing me, don’t you?”

“I do,” you chirp, a suggestive smile on your face, “in all senses of the word.”

You drag a hand through his wet hair, about to tell him how handsome he looks with his hair pushed back when he takes the same hand and brings it up to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on each digit.

“Will you be my girl?”

Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you nod, dazed by the sparks in his eyes when you whisper, “yes.”

His lips stretch into his signature gummy smile, eyes crinkling when you place a kiss on the tip of his nose. You’re dizzy with excitement, nuzzling into his neck as you wrap your legs around his torso. His voice is muffled but you still hear him, broken from your spell.

“But you got to stop teasing me.”

“Never.”

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daryl dixon, shane walsh and glenn rhee (separate) reacting to their s/o getting bit

cw: loss, depression, unhealthy coping, suicide, angst, hurt/comfort

Daryl Dixon:

you're scared to tell him

he's lost so much even before the apocalypse, you don't want to hurt him

trying to distance yourself from daryl doesn't work at all

he just gets worried, which comes across as him being angry, and he clings to you

poor bby has abandonment issues

it's a few days after you get bit when you finally tell him, you already feel your health deteriorating but you hold up for him

you tell him when he's getting ready to settle for the night

bc evenings with you are when he's the most calm

"hey, daryl?" you mumble, and he hums softly, eyes still closed. "hey, look at me. i have to tell you something." you sigh, nudging his arm with your uninjured hand. "what?" he groans, finally looking at you. "i.. my hand isn't just cut, daryl..." you sigh, unraveling the bandages. "what'dya mean?" daryl's brows furrow, eyes falling onto the bandages as they fall.

his blood goes cold, and he sits up suddenly and grabs your wrist to observe the nasty bite on the side of your hand, between your thumb and forefinger. "damn it, why didn't you tell me?!" he snaps, stopping to take a breath as you flinch back slightly. "c'mere..." he sighs, pulling you into a tight hug. "i'm so sorry..." you whisper clutching his shirt tightly. "sh, it's okay... i... when you go, i'll be here."

"daryl... you shouldn't have to do that..." you close your eyes, tears slowly falling. "nah. it's fine. i... i wanna do it. i don't trust anyone else to. not even you." he holds you tighter, kissing your neck gently.

"i'm so sorry, daryl... i was being stupid, i-" he silences you, moving away and pressing his forehead against yours. "don't blame yourself. i knew something like this would happen eventually... i put merle down, had a feeling either of us would go next." he gently cups your face with his hands, wiping your cheeks and nuzzling his nose against yours affectionately.

"i don't want to put you through this, daryl." you cry, going to leave when he pulls you back. "don't leave... please don't leave..." daryl begs, pulling you back to him and letting your body fall limp against his. you let out a small sob, wrapping your arms around his middle as your head rests on his shoulder, tears dampening his shirt.

"it'll be okay. i'll take care of it. for now, get some rest. i'll be here when you wake up." he kisses your cheek, waiting for you to calm down. you sniffle, holding him tightly. "i'm so sorry..!" you repeat the words over and over, and he closes his eyes, trying not to cry himself.

"shh... please... don't be sorry." his voice wavers and he hates it. "just sleep, darlin'... i'm right here." you whimper before falling quiet, resting your hand on his jaw and nuzzling into his neck. "i love you, okay..? i didn't want it to be this way." you breathe out, letting him lean onto you slightly. "i know. i know. just sleep for me, darling." he sniffles, cradling you close as you fall asleep slowly, knowing it would be the last time.

you fall asleep in his arms, but he can't bring himself to harm you

so, he tells rick, who's also upset upon the news

however his best friend's distress makes it even worse

so, rick does it for him as the others try to comfort daryl

after your death, he becomes reckless and depressed, not eating or drinking at all and becoming skinny and malnourished

he shoots openly at walkers, and when his ammo's out he takes out his anger on other walkers in other ways

whether it's stabbing them, bludgeoning them, or just hitting their bodies after they fall.

rick decides to put him under close watch to ensure he doesn't harm himself

but daryl's rather experienced in sneaking out/away, and he visits your grave often

unfortunately one morning, rick finds him at your grave with a bullet in his head

he's buried next to you, as rick knows it's what daryl craved

to be with you again.

Shane Walsh:

you got bit on the way back from gathering medical supplies for carl

and with shane you knew there was no way he would take well at any time of the day

so you decide to rip the bandaid off and talk to him an hour after your own little grieving session.

you approach him when he's talking to the small group, asking him for a private talk, saying it's important

so, of course, he's worried, as are the group

you take him behind the barn and hug him

he's genuinely confused as to why you're acting like this

deadass asks you if you're expecting or smth

you hate to break his heart

"so why did you bring me back here?" shane asks, crossing his arms and cocking a hip. "shane... i'm sorry." you sigh, pulling the collar of your shirt to reveal the bloody bite on your shoulder.

he's speechless, blinking a few times before almost collapsing. you yelp, catching your boyfriend quickly, but fall under his weight. on the floor behind the barn, shane closes his eyes, crying as he holds you tight. "shane... don't cry. it's okay..." you try your best to smile, cupping his face and wiping his tears.

"this isn't okay..! baby, you're not okay!" he sobs, cupping the back of your head and pulling you closer. "shane- baby, stop crying... it's okay." you sniffle, smiling through your own tears as you kiss his jaw lovingly

shane tries to gather himself, but his whole world feels like it's collapsing. "shh, shh... c'mon, let's get you some water." you grab his hands, trying to pull him up. slowly easing him onto his feet, you help shane back to the house. rick spots you two immediately, stumbling to help you both. "shane-?"

"rick..!" shane is clearly distraught, and his best friend latches onto him quickly to try and calm him down. "shshsh- hey, look at me." rick soothes, and you stand back slightly, trying to calm your nerves. "what happened?" rick demands, eyes steeling as he stares at you. "rick- it's not-" you try to explain what happened, when shane answers for you. "they got bit! my baby got bit..!" shane sobs, knees feeling weak as he almost collapses again.

rick processes the information, looking at you in shock. lori overhears, muttering a fast "oh my god..!" as she approaches the three of you. "how did this happen?!" rick asks, trying to support shane fully. "i was in a rush, i got grabbed and..." you trail off, moving over to comfort shane who can't calm down at all.

"he needs to sit down..." you say softly, glancing at hershel who was observing from his porch. "come, sit him down inside. i'll get him some water." hershel guides you and you help shane in with the aid of rick. flopping down onto a couch, shane can't seem to catch his breath, so you crouch in front of him to cup his face, whispering comforting words to him. "baby... i'm so sorry, it should of been me..!" shane cries, and you hush him quickly. "don't you dare say that, shane walsh." you scold, pulling him into a tight hug.

"never blame yourself for my death. i wouldn't rest easy if you did." you sigh, smoothing his hair and kissing his temple. rick stands anxiously nearby, and you sense his worry. "sit, rick. relax... i've got this." you nod at him, and he nods stiffly, taking a seat of his own when lori pipes up. "when do you think you'll turn?" she asks, and you freeze. "lori-!" "i'm just thinking ahead, rick!"

shane becomes more distraught by her words, clinging onto you tightly. "shh, it's okay... i'm here, bubs." you sigh, cradling him impossibly closer. "the hell's goin' on?" maggie asks, confused as ever. "not now, please..." rick sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "right..." she mumbles, leaving as hershel comes back with some water. "here, drink some of this, son." he nods, giving the glass to you so shane could take it.

after taking a few sips, shane goes back to codding you, slowly winding down. "there you go, just breathe." you smile, kissing him gently. "i'm sorry i couldn't protect you..!" shane hiccups, nuzzling your neck. "shh. don't say that..!" you sigh, holding him tighter. your boyfriend whines softly, and rick closes his eyes with a pained sigh.

you last a few more days before turning, spending your time slowly becoming more sick with shane next to you all the while.

when you turn, shane is devastated, holding your head as you stare up at him with discoloured eyes

he ignores how you try to bite him after a few minutes of your brain losing all memory of him, and his tears drip down onto your face

rick walks in, and sighs. he knew it would happen eventually... everyone did.

shane holds you for a few minutes. you were slowly gaining strength but he was always stronger.

the room is silent except for you little noises, and shane finally accepts this fate when rick puts a hand on his shoulder.

"let me do it..." his best friend gruffly says, and shane shakes his head. "leave 'em be, rick... just for a little while longer..." shane begs, and rick sighs, looking away briefly.

"you know i can't do that. if you or anyone get bit-" "rick, i am asking you nicely. leave."

he spends a few days with you in walker form, and it scares everyone. lori tries to convince him that you're not there anymore, a hollow vessel of what you once were but he wont buy it.

he loves you too much to believe anything like that, or hurt you. to him, you're still his darling, his everything who held him when times got tough.

you scratch at his arms, not even breaking skin due to your blunt nails, and he doesn't mind.

finally, with a few kisses around your pale, sunken face, and a final kiss to your lips that he forced closed- shane raises his gun.

he hesitates, letting you get the jump on him, but he grabs your jaw before you can do anything

the sudden commotion makes rick fly in, only to see you lifeless once more in shane's arms.

Glenn Rhee:

unlike the other two, he watches you get bit.

he's completely distraught as the rest of the group fight off the walkers whilst he makes his way to you

he rams the zombie with all his strength, knocking it down before shooting it

you've collapsed, sat back against the car door as blood seeps from your cheek, whimpering in pain and holding the gash with your blood-soaked hands.

he's crying before he knows it, dropping down next to you and carefully covering your cheek with his shaky hands.

he tries to reassure you, and himself, that you'll be fine and won't get infected,

but the sad look in your eyes confirm that you're not making it to the date he wanted to take you on tomorrow

as you slowly bleed out, he tries to tell you stories, to keep himself calm as you slowly die.

"hey, remember when..?" you're not paying attention, just admiring him as you move your hands to cup his face.

"i love you.." you croak with a small smile, and he smiles sadly, sobbing all the while.

the others have to watch, all waiting for the inevitable

"please don't leave me... please, i need you." glenn pleads, and you smile sadly.

he's pressing kisses to your forehead as you hold him close, your blood staining his hands, arms and shirt

"baby...?" glenn mumbles softly, sitting with you leant against him. "i'm still here, darling..." you whisper, gripping his shirt tightly. "i'm gonna miss you..." glenn sniffles, kissing the top of your head gently. "me too. i'll always be with you, okay. when i go, i don't want you to be sad. i want you to keep going, to find happiness again, even if it means finding love in another. i want the best for you." you smile, despite the ache in your cheek.

glenn breathes out as his eyes close, his tears still falling. "i could never replace you like that..." he whimpers, fingers curling into your hair as he holds you closer. "baby, don't cry... don't cry, because i'll cry." you try to laugh, and glenn laughs too, gently rubbing your uninjured cheek.

"glenn, we've got to, y'know..." rosita sighs, but glenn shakes his head. "no! we don't kill the living..!" glenn protests, his hold turning protective. "right, right... okay." she fakes surrender, walking away.

when you pass, glenn just knows. he doesn't even look at you. he can't bring himself to.

however, when you turn, he doesn't even bother to restrain you, just holding you close as you bite into his neck.

abraham shouts in alarm, shooting you instantly, and glenn cries as you fall, cupping your face and leaning down to press his forehead against you.

the group is distraught, but glenn just lets everything happen, telling them to leave him be, move on.

abraham gives him a spare pistol, and glenn takes it with a nod.

the group leaves, and glenn knows what he has to do. so, he opens the car door, slipping you into the car easily

he gets in himself, closing the door so walkers wouldn't chew on you or him.

alas, glenn admires the gun before pressing it to his chin.

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harrysgoldenline · 3 years

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can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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jjacob · 3 years

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all i want for christmas is you

❝ the school had started to take notice of you. lee juyeon, however, had always noticed. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee juyeon x fem!reader (ft. best friend!lee minho)

GENRES ▸ fluff, high school au, sports au, best friends to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ mild profanity but !! lots of !! fluff !!

SUMMARY ▸ the bet was simple: find a date to the winter ball. the only problem was that juyeon didn’t want just any girl. he wanted you.

PLAYLIST ▸ all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey

WORD COUNT ▸ 5055 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ merry christmas! this is a gift for addy @honeyju the biggest juyeon simp ik !! ily addy i am excited/scared/not emotionally ready to read the minho one which ! btw y’all should read here bc our stories are loosely connected! also disclaimer: i know jack shit ab football but i tried

LEE JUYEON TENDED TO REGRET HALF THE THINGS HE SAID SOMETIMES.

In eighth grade, Juyeon’s sense of humor was largely self-deprecating and consisted of saying he wanted to die at the slightest inconvenience. But, with his spectacular timing, he let the joke slip in front of a teacher once and froze up upon seeing her concerned expression. Juyeon later received a note from the counselor’s office and had to convince them that he was perfectly fine.

In tenth grade, Juyeon had grown past his phase of dark humor and moved onto high school football. He made the cut for the team the previous year, and managed to make it on the varsity team by the time he was a sophomore. In the beginning of the season, they asked who wanted to be captain the next year, and Juyeon boldly declared that he did. Thus, he was ridiculed and sentenced to pick up balls and clean up the gym after every practice from then on.

Now, as a high school junior in the varsity football team, Juyeon had screwed himself over by making a stupid bet with his best friend, Lee Minho.

Lee Minho was, in short, a conniving bastard. Juyeon never should have trusted him and gone along with his antics. The mere thought of what he had gotten himself into was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

The bet sounded simple enough: find a date to the Winter Ball.

Of course, it was easier said than done, but Juyeon was a star athlete and had girls sliding in his DMs left and right. He could easily find a date if he wanted to, and, honestly, Juyeon only needed to send a few texts and he would probably be secured for the dance. The problem was, however, that Juyeon only wanted you.

Minho was well aware of Juyeon’s pitiful, unrequited love towards you. It was probably the reason he suggested the bet; his best friend either wanted to see him miserable or see him score a chance with you. Either way, Juyeon wasn’t sure his heart was ready to shoot his shot.

Juyeon had crushed on you ever since you sat next to him in the seventh grade and let him borrow your pencil. It was such a silly start to his admiration for you, but his feelings grew stronger when the both of you actually became friends. You were so bright when you laughed, so sweet when you spoke, and so adorable when you smiled. Juyeon had never felt this way about anyone else and always got butterflies when he saw you. Juyeon was never one to chase after girls but he would find himself constantly thinking about what you were up to and having several internal dilemmas over whether he should ask you to hang out or not.

Five years later and Juyeon still harbored feelings for you. Now, they had matured into something deeper, but you still racked his brain nevertheless. It didn’t help that you had a major glow-up in high school and were probably the most beautiful person Juyeon had ever seen.

The school started to take notice of you.

Juyeon, on the other hand, had always noticed.

“Are you sure we can finish a medium before practice?” Minho asked Juyeon, setting a box of pizza on the table in front of him. “Also, I saw Y/N by the gym earlier.”

Juyeon perked up. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza for himself. “You know what day it is, right?”

Minho took a bite out of his pizza, observing Juyeon with a raised brow. His best friend was on the baseball team but treating themselves to pizza had become a monthly ritual. Despite being on different teams, he was closer to Minho than his football teammates.

“Thursday?”

“And that means?”

Right.

Juyeon had formulated an elaborate plan to ask you out during the football game today, but, of course, it all depended on whether their team won or not. It would have been kind of ridiculous to propose after a loss. On the bright side, he knew he could count on the fact that you’d actually be present considering you were a cheerleader.

But what if you already had a date? You surely hadn’t mentioned it to him or posted about it on social media, so he was riding on an assumption that you haven’t been asked. That was bizarre to Juyeon, though, because you were the prettiest person he had ever seen. However, it was true that you were gradually getting popular, and that made Juyeon a touch nervous.

“I ask her out tomorrow,” Juyeon breathed out. “Am I ready for this?”

Minho scoffed lightly. “Are you ever?”

Juyeon frowned at his best friend, scrunching up his nose at his distasteful comment. “What about you? Have you gotten a date?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Juyeon sighed. That was probably all he would get out of Lee Minho today. Once Minho set his mind on something, he carried it out diligently until the end. Juyeon honestly had no idea who he wanted to bring since Minho didn’t like talking about girls he was interested in, but he supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal as long as his best friend was happy.

It wasn’t like Juyeon was never going to hear about his friend’s endeavors. After all, he did pick up on Minho’s slow descent from an apathetic individual to a whipped ball of fluff. If Juyeon mentioned that to his best friend, however, he would probably be ridiculed for consistently being whipped for you since the seventh grade.

Juyeon nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his ringer going off. He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, ignoring Minho’s teasing smirk at the sight of his frazzled self.

y/n: hey :) i’m gonna drop off some gingerbread cookies my mom made after practice so lmk when i can come over

Juyeon must have saved a country in a past life for this kind of luck.

juyeon: i love your mom’s cookies. you can come over whenever you’d like

y/n: how about we walk home together after practice?

juyeon: sounds good to me

Now, the pizza was starting to make his mouth water, but if you were walking home with him, Juyeon was ready to drop it and run to see you even though he loved pizza. But Juyeon loved you more than he loved pizza, and he believed that was true love.

“She made me cookies,” Juyeon announced.

“She made you cookies,” Minho repeated, leaning forward in surprise.

“Well, her mom did, but yeah.”

Minho turned his attention back to his pizza. “So this is about your mommy kink again.”

“I don’t have a fucking mommy—why would you say that?” Juyeon cried out, kicking his friend’s shin under the table.

“You don’t? Last time I checked, she was making dinner in the kitchen when I came over yesterday.”

“I’m talking about the kink!”

Yet, even a silly back-and-forth with Minho couldn’t get Juyeon down from his high over you. He was still processing the fact that you were going to walk home with him and, if Juyeon played his cards right, maybe he could get a feel of how comfortable you would be if he asked you out during the game tomorrow.

Minho snickered. “You look happy.”

Juyeon couldn’t even mask his lovesick smile and flushed cheeks. He folded his arms on the table in front of him and buried his face in them, his head spinning at the thought of you.

“Shut up, Minho.”

The only problem with you being on the cheerleading team was that you were extremely distracting.

Juyeon was the star quarterback and frankly, it was kind of pathetic that the one thing that kicked him in the ass was seeing you in the knee socks and pom-poms. It didn’t help that you were a flyer so Juyeon’s stomach pitted with anxiety whenever he saw you being thrown up and whenever he heard a scream coming from the direction of the cheerleaders.

Today was different, though. Juyeon could care less about the screams and falls from the corner of the field. All he could think about was you and how he was going to ask you out. If his plan was going to work, it was going to draw a lot of attention and be quite embarrassing if it failed.

All of his confidence got knocked down with a single sweep when he saw someone asked you to the dance.

One of the cheerleaders broke into a fit of giggles at the sight, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!”

You were frozen stiff, an awkward smile on your face as the guy walked onto the field with a sign and about a dozen roses. Juyeon could feel his heart sinking to the ground with each step the guy took, with each second his smile grew brighter.

“Is he seriously confessing during practice?” Sohn Youngjae asked, brows furrowed as he rested his arm on Juyeon’s shoulder. “That’s real brave.”

“What’s his deal doing it here? He isn’t even on the team,” Juyeon said, coming off more bitter than he had expected.

Younghoon scoffed. “It’s a bold move. He must be confident that Y/N’s going to say yes.”

Juyeon squared his shoulders. He was conflicted with the swell of anger and deflation of you possibly being taken, but nevertheless, all he could do was watch helplessly as you were being asked out. From where they were on the field, Juyeon couldn’t hear much, but he could see your reactions quite well. The wolf-whistles and cheers were pissing him off, but he was fixed on you.

He turned to look towards Minho, who was practicing on the field adjacent to theirs. His best friend met his gaze immediately like they had some form of exclusive telepathic communication. Minho nodded towards you and raised a brow, as if nudging Juyeon to go interrupt them. That, however, was something he was far too cowardly to bring himself to do.

Your voice resounded clearer than Juyeon had expected.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized sincerely, ducking your head and keeping your hands entwined behind you. “I’m not interested, but I do appreciate the gesture.”

Juyeon felt a weight lift off of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve felt relieved that you shot him down or nervous that you rejected an attractive, confident guy who clearly liked you. However, he soon had no time to mull over that when the guy’s reaction was getting more aggressive than crestfallen.

“Y/N, I asked you out in front of all these people,” he said with a distasteful laugh. “Are you seriously rejecting me right now?”

“Sorry, I just don’t want to go with you,” you replied firmly, voice dropping as you became more conscious of your surroundings. “I’m sorry it had to be public but you didn’t really give me a choice.”

For a split second, Juyeon wondered how he could still hear you when you were practically muttering at this point, and then he realized that he started walking to you without even realizing. His feet carried him unknowingly, hand balled at his side and eyes stony and trained on the guy.

“You could’ve just accepted it and told me later that you didn’t want to go with me,” he said with a scoff. “It’s like you enjoy humiliating others publicly.”

Your teammates rushed forward to argue and fend him off while you opened your mouth to protest, but Juyeon was faster, moving in front of you so he was head-to-head with the guy.

“She said she’s not interested,” he said with a threatening undertone, wondering where he managed to muster up the courage to be this assertive.

You were visibly shocked by Juyeon’s actions, and he couldn’t even blame you because he was equally just as surprised as you were. Yet, all he could do was glare daggers down at the other guy with steely eyes and frown until he backed off.

“Thanks,” you said softly once the guy had left.

Juyeon was flustered by all the girls giggling behind you but was amazed by how cool and collected you remained despite that. He turned to you, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing. He knew he was getting an earful about this from his teammates after practice and most definitely from Minho as well.

“No problem,” Juyeon replied, cheeks red. “He was bothering you. I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“That was really sweet of you, Juyeon.” You bit back a smile and suggested, “Meet you at the front gates after practice?”

“See you then.”

Even though Juyeon could’ve spent the rest of practice talking to you, he sprinted back as fast as he could because his cheeks were only getting redder as the cheerleaders gushed about what he did for you. He could hear their gossip and whispering even as he was running back to his team. Juyeon was positive he wouldn’t escape the embarrassment, though, because Lee Jaehyun was smirking at him when he got back.

“You’re blushing, dude.”

Juyeon shoved him.

There was a universal law that was newly decreed. It read: Lee Minho shall never text, call, or speak to Lee Juyeon whenever Y/N was around.

The reason for that being the fact that Juyeon was easily embarrassed and Minho’s texts were not helping his case. He felt it was rude enough to check his phone while he was walking with you, but every time he saw a notification flash, his eyes widened with sheer distress over Minho’s texts.

minho: like three people asked me if you and y/n are fucking bc of what you pulled during practice today

minho: wait are y’all fucking and just not telling me

minho: i knew it was sus that she was coming over to your house

juyeon: fake news!! stop making me feel shy :(

Juyeon decided he had enough Lee Minho for today and turned off his phone.

“That was honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” you gushed to Juyeon as you walked home with him, fingers looped around the straps of your backpack. “Way cooler than you punting footballs.”

“No need to flatter me,” Juyeon replied coolly but his shy smile and red-tipped ears said otherwise. “That guy was being unnecessarily aggressive.”

“His proposal was out of nowhere!” you exclaimed. “I don’t get what he expected me to do.”

Juyeon smiled through the pain. Lord, give me strength, he prayed to whatever divine power was out there.

“Are you not interested in having a date to the dance then?” Juyeon asked, looking down at you curiously.

You paused for a moment and Juyeon thought his heart would stop in anticipation for your answer. Come to think of it, he had never seen you go to a school dance with a date before. You were always with your friend group. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to see you stick with them, but Juyeon was hoping he could change that.

“Well,” you started, “if the right person asked me then I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Juyeon couldn’t exactly read your smile but it made him want to faint. The rest of the walk back home was spent talking about school and football, but Juyeon couldn’t get your answer to his question out of his head. He even walked past his house because his head was so full of you, resulting in you needing to stop him and tell him that they had already reached his place.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Juyeon’s mom chirped with a good-natured smile. “How has your mom been?”

Juyeon’s eyes widened upon the realization that they never stopped by at your place first to get the cookies. He opened his mouth to interject but you went on to answer.

“She’s been great, Mrs. Lee,” you replied, smiling just as big, and pulled out a box of cookies from your bag. “She wanted me to give these to you.”

“That’s so sweet! Give her my thanks,” his mom replied and opened the door wider once she accepted the cookies. “Come in for some tea, will you?”

Juyeon was practically frozen at the doorway while you were taking off your shoes and walking inside. If you had the cookies with you this entire time, then why didn’t you just give them to him to take home himself? Unless you were worried about the courtesy, it was a bit out of your way to take the time to walk home with Juyeon to deliver them.

“Juyeon, what are you doing out there?” his mom asked. “Come inside. It’s cold.”

“Right.”

Having you over at his house wasn’t exactly the sparkly fantasy that Juyeon thought it would be.

He was getting quite jealous of your mom hogging all of your attention. It wasn’t like you and Juyeon drifted apart during high school, so he wasn’t sure why his mom had to pull you away from him and have her own conversation with you. The worst part was that Juyeon couldn’t even join in on the conversation. He had no idea what they were even talking about.

That is, until his mom brought up the dance.

“Do you have a date, Y/N?” Juyeon’s mom asked.

“I don’t,” she replied. “I usually just go with my friends.”

“You’re so pretty, though,” Mrs. Lee tutted. “I’m sure someone must’ve asked you out.”

“Actually, someone asked me today,” you said. There was a moment of silence as you looked over at Juyeon while his gaze bore into yours. For a moment, you were struggling for what to say, mouthing words that weren’t being processed. Juyeon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly once you regained your composure. “Juyeon actually helped me out.”

Mrs. Lee straightened up. “My son did?” She looked amused as she turned to Juyeon.

“Yeah,” you answered, grinning. “He was really cool.”

Juyeon blushed darkly once their eyes were on him. “W-what? I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t even doing that much. I was just helping out. You know, being a decent person,” he rambled and stood up. “Anyways, isn’t it getting late? Mom, Y/N has to go home soon and it’s gonna be pitch black outside if you keep her here.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Mrs. Lee frowned as she peered out the window. “Juyeon, you walk her home then.”

“What?” he sputtered out, looking between you and his mom before he caved, muttering, “I’ll go get my jacket.”

After an exchange of goodbyes, you had stepped out of the house and waited while Juyeon was slipping his shoes on. There was a moment of struggle where he had tied his laces too tight and couldn’t get the shoe on but he managed to slip it on after a few seconds of internal screaming. Juyeon zipped up his jacket the moment he stepped outside, the brisk coldness making his goosebumps rise.

“You really don’t have to walk me back,” you told Juyeon. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s really late,” Juyeon replied, rubbing his hands together in hopes that the friction would provide some heat. “You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself, and I really don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ducking your face. “For this, for what you did during practice—everything.”

Juyeon was glad that you weren’t looking at him because his mouth was opening and closing over and over again like a fish. He was also thankful for the fact that he could blame the dust of pink across his cheeks on the cold winter bite. Unfortunately, you lived close by so Juyeon didn’t have time to come up with a cool response and he didn’t want to leave things like this. There was a good vibe going on and he was upset that he couldn’t act upon it; when it came to you, Lee Juyeon was a coward.

“Um, we’re here so…” Juyeon trailed off when he turned to you, sort of thrown off by how beautiful you looked with your windswept hair and flushed cheeks. Dazed, he reached forward and moved a strand of your hair out of your face. “It’s good I walked you home and you’re not like, lost or… something—I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, and it was an octave higher as if you were rattled from him touching your hair. “Ah, yes, a few streets down can be a harrowing trek.”

Juyeon laughed with you before his eyes settled on you. Your hands were crossed, rubbing your arms that were prickled with goosebumps. A wave of guilt washed through Juyeon and led him to strip his jacket off immediately. He ignored the piercing chill and put his jacket around your shoulders, making sure they covered your bare arms.

“My house is right here,” you argued. “You’re going to be cold.”

“Keep it on. I have something to tell you after the game,” Juyeon said firmly. It was his second burst of courage for you today and he was a little too amped up for his own good. “If you don’t like it then give me back my jacket tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Juyeon turned on his heel and bolted home, the biggest grin across his face because he was head-over-heels for you.

Juyeon had never been so nervous in his life.

The game was underway, Juyeon’s leg bouncing as he eyeballed the scoreboard. His team was strong in the first two quarters, cutting it close by the third, but now they were neck-to-neck. They had ended with a tie and now they decided to go into overtime for the sake of choosing a winner for the game. It was a sudden death round so whoever scored first would win the game. Juyeon, however, found it difficult to concentrate.

Especially with Lee Minho breathing down his back.

“Are you ready?” his best friend asked.

“Yes—well, no, but I don’t really have a choice.”

“That’s true.”

“I already made the sign and told the team and everything,” Juyeon whined. “I really screwed myself over, Minho.”

Minho pushed at the back of his head. “Dude, I’m talking about the game.”

“Oh, that—that’s fine,” Juyeon stammered. “Fifteen minutes—we just have to win, and then I have to ask out the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

“You could chicken out,” Minho suggested, “but that also comes with me never letting you live it down.”

“You see, I kind of already implied that I’m going to tell her something important.”

“You did?” Minho’s voice was somewhere between shocked and impressed.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Juyeon muttered, pushing himself off the bench. “Keep the poster safe for me!”

“Good luck, champ!”

Juyeon, sweaty and bangs sticking to his forehead, had to ignore every distraction and think about winning the game before his stomach threw itself into a pool of anxiety over asking you out. He got in a huddle with his team in the remaining fifteen seconds they had before they had to get in formation and lowered the facemask of his helmet. It was up to this one last play to determine whether they would win the game or not.

“Just like we practiced, alright?” Juyeon told them. “Double-wing power pass. We get them to bite thinking it’s a run play and then open up a passing lane.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Jaehyun cheered, and the rest of them put in their mouth guards and lowered their facemasks.

Juyeon took a shaky breath as he got in formation at the line of scrimmage. His heart was racing but he wasn’t sure it was about the game. Nevertheless, he steeled his nerves and held his ground. The whistle blew and the crowd was silent, observing the tension on the field carefully.

“Silver-80! Silver-80! Hut! Hut! Hike!” Juyeon yelled, and the center, Sangyeon, snapped the ball to him.

Juyeon faked a handoff to Jaehyun, the fullback, and spun around, rolling to his right. Changmin sped up in front of Juyeon to defend him. A smile tugged at Juyeon’s lips. Their plan was working just as he intended, but there was a problem: they couldn’t open up a passing lane for the running backs like he thought they would. The play was too rushed, so it wasn’t ever a guarantee.

So Juyeon had to do what he would normally deem crazy.

He spun at the sight of the other team coming to tackle him and skirted around the field, belting down the field. He dodged past another linebacker that tried to body him. His primary motivation was that he didn’t want a concussion before he confessed to you, but he assumed it was okay to admit that to himself as long as he didn’t throw the game.

Juyeon felt a hand grab him but he pushed forward, running across the goal line and into the end zone. He threw the ball down and cried out in joy as he scored a touchdown. The whistle blew and the scoreboard flipped. They won.

He did it.

Juyeon’s team ran to him, cheering at the top of their lungs. He was lifted up on Jaehyun and Younghoon’s shoulders, grinning happily before his heart sunk back down. The cheerleaders ran to the field, cheering and tossing their pom poms up. The crowd was roaring. Juyeon was realizing that he had to do the scariest thing that a heterosexual teenage boy ever had to experience.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” Juyeon tapped his shoulder quickly. “We have no time. I have to do it now.”

“Oh shit.”

Jaehyun and Younghoon dropped Juyeon onto the turf. Juyeon winced at the sudden impact, gathering himself back to his feet and hoping you didn’t witness that. Jaehyun gave him a half-assed apology and pushed him forward to run and get his poster and flowers from Minho. Jaehyun then grabbed Changmin by the shoulders, urging him to go to the announcer’s booth.

Juyeon sprinted over to Minho, waving his hands dramatically. “Give, give, give,” he demanded amongst all the cheering.

Minho didn’t waste any time and pushed the poster and bouquet into Juyeon’s hands. “Break a leg, tiger.”

“Trust me, I nearly did.”

Juyeon jogged back onto the field, cheeks hot and head a little dizzy for what was about to come. He didn’t even tell his mom he was going to ask you out and she had to watch her son ask his best friend out to the dance. This was probably going to be a moment of utter humiliation but once Juyeon saw you in your high ponytail with a bright smile on your face, all that fear faded away and it was just you and him.

More importantly, you were wearing his jacket over your uniform and Juyeon felt like he was going to combust from the cuteness.

“Guys, guys,” Jaehyun called to the team. “Surround Juyeon. Make sure Y/N doesn’t see him.”

Juyeon’s heart was beating a hundred miles per second. He was glad he was running on the adrenaline from winning the game because otherwise, he would be cowering in fear and sweating buckets right now.

“Everyone, listen up!” Changmin spoke over the intercom. “First of all, the football team scored a major dub today—ow! Sunwoo, cut it out—alright, I’ll get to it!” Changmin broke from the mic and started bickering with Sunwoo.

There was a pause, and Juyeon was surprised to hear Minho’s voice fill the speakers, “Anyways, my buddy and our star quarterback, Juyeon, has something to say for a special someone.”

The crowd fell silent, a couple cheers and wolf-whistles as it was pretty obvious that a confession was about to happen.

“This is so fucking fluffy,” Sunwoo mumbled.

“Shut up, Sunwoo,” Juyeon replied, nudging him with his elbow.

The football team moved out of the way so that they weren’t huddled around Juyeon anymore. Juyeon’s breath caught in his throat as he walked forward to the middle of the field, holding up his sign, reading: Will you be my sunshine?

“Y/N,” he called out loudly, “honestly this confession is long overdue, but will you go to Winter Ball with me tonight and be my sunshine?”

The crowd started cheering and whistling again, and Juyeon wanted to die. She hadn’t even given him her answer yet and everyone was acting like she had agreed and they eloped. The cheerleaders pushed Y/N forward and she approached Juyeon, looking like a deer in headlights.

Juyeon took another shaky breath and continued, “I’ve been in love with you for so long so it would be an honor if I could take you to the dance,” he said and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you.”

You bit your lip but that wasn’t enough to contain the happiness that showed on your face. You zipped up Juyeon’s jacket and threw yourself into his arms. Everyone practically exploded but Juyeon was sure his heartbeat was louder. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your shoulder.

Was this what people called a Christmas miracle?

“Oh shit!” Changmin screamed over the intercom. (“Shut up, they’re having a moment,” Minho’s faint voice was picked up in the background).

“Oh my god, you just made me the happiest man alive,” he mumbled.

You pulled back and reached forward to move his damp bangs off of his forehead. “Took you long enough.”

“Wait, did you—did you like me?” Juyeon choked out.

You laughed and cupped his face in your hands. There was a shaky inhale and exhale of breaths when his lips brushed against yours, and Juyeon closed the distance, kissing you like he was starved of your touch. His hold tightened on you as you melted into him, and then you both pulled away, smiling and dazed and lovesick.

You giggled. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, grinning as he brushed his nose against yours.

Juyeon could care less about all the presents and holiday cheer because he had you and you were all he wanted.

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yoonpobs · 3 years

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bodyguard | kth | m

pairing: kim taehyung x oc

genre: enemies to lovers, Bodyguard!AU but oc is the bodyguard, fluff?

warnings: eventual smut, sexual tension, light choking, suggestive content bc oc is a minx and so is tae, i'll add as the story progresses, kim taehyung as a rich kid

words: 2, 138

summary: you protect taehyung from people but forget about the biggest threat. yourself.

“You’re who Namjoon hired?”

You’re used to having bewildered expressions when they find out that you out of all other possible candidates was what your agency decided to provide clients with rather than an objectively more stereotypical option—the big man.

But you were here for a specific reason and you knew that your duty lied in your responsibility to the man in front of you, even if his expression of doubt irritates you.

“Yes, Mr Kim. My name is ____.” You bow your head slightly, hands held together by your pelvis as you stand with your back straight.

The man in front of you glances over at his assistant, who only shoots him a firm nod as if to tell him that he was in fact stuck with you, despite all the uncertainties he may have.

Frankly, when Seokjin first recruited you into the agency, you were merely meant to be in charge of off-field duties and act as intel for field agents, but few of your previous mentors recognised your potential and physical agility when it came to mandatory training and pushed for you to be trained as an official agent rather than a tech lady.

You were lucky that a few of your colleagues had long ditched the misogynistic mindset that women were biologically weaker than men and would serve as a liability to the agency, but there were still a few higher-ups that were traditional in every sense that stuck their noses in your business when Seokjin would assign you to high profile clients.

Kim Taehyung was no different, but you were sure he fell into the latter of the traditional man. He did come from a lineage of old money.

“But you’re a … woman.” He says slowly, eyeing you up and down.

Even the outfit you were in was far off the usual appearance that most bodyguards would take on the first day of work. A long dress with a maxi slit by your leg, which left little to imagine what lies beneath. You bite your tongue to keep the snarky remark down and nod your head tightly to your new boss.

“I best fit the requirements you listed out to my agency.” Is your simple response.

His assistant steps between the two of you before your boss can say anything else, and based on your observations you note that he probably is the rationale behind Kim Taehyung’s mind; the reasonable and objective one.

“I’ll show ____ around headquarters just so she’s aware of the layout.” His assistant says hastily.

You don’t miss the last look your boss gives you, and all you do is bow your head before you turn on your heels, pulling out the gun in your garter and hold it behind your back—ready for duty.

“Jesus fucking Christ, _____.”

You’re used to hearing Taehyung sneer at you. It was something that you needed to get used to when you first were hired for the job because while he was known as an icon, a genius behind his father’s legacy—he was still wholly immature in every sense of a man child.

“Yes, Mr Kim?” You say blandly, flipping through the brochure that was laying idly on his coffee table; clearly ignoring the glare he was shooting you as he wraps the robe tighter around his frame.

Before he can open his mouth to yell at you again, you see the silhouette of the woman that was previously occupying his bed scurry past by the two of you, offering a meek bow of her head towards Taehyung before she’s out the door.

Your eyes follow her uninterestedly until you hear the click of the door, signalling that she was out and gone.

“What is your problem? Is my sex life something you need to protect too?” Taehyung spits.

You skim your eyes over his frame and spot a few marks littered along the expanse of his neck before your eyes rest on his tightened expression; your own one remaining impassive.

“My duty is to ensure you’re safe.” You remind him.

He scoffs, running a hand through his tangled hair—a clear testament to what he was engaging in before you had shamelessly kicked the woman out, mid-progression.

“Hyunbi is harmless.” He sneers at you.

You note that his erratic behaviour was likely a symptom of being cock-blocked, so you hold your tongue and just level him with an unimpressed stare.

“Hyunbi is the heir to the Im group. Need I remind you that her father’s company is the one that threatens your stockholders?”

Frankly, you try to engage with Taehyung on business matters as little as you could because all you were here for was to protect him and ensure that his head wouldn’t be served on the plate of an assassin that was out to get him.

You scoff to yourself because men were truly blinded by their desires and he would’ve risked his family’s fortune because he wanted to get laid.

“Okay, and? She was about to suck my dick not steal intel to the company.” He scoffs.

You don’t say anything but drop the files you found in her purse as you were doing your much-needed background checks on the woman that was visiting on such short notice, especially given the fact that she managed to bypass the system on being on the list before she was sent up.

The moment the beautiful women stepped foot into the apartment, you knew something was off about her. It was intuition from years of training under your belt, but also a womanly instinct. An intuitive sense that told you that she was going to wreak havoc if she could, and it was your duty to prevent that from happening.

“What’s this?” He picks up the documents to skim over the contents.

You don’t say anything but keep your eyes focused on his expression when you see it morph from confusion to realisation and pure mortification.

“She was going to blackmail me?” He asks in a disbelieving tone.

You nod your head.

“And if I hadn’t intervened then she would have probably falsely claimed that she was carrying your child.”

Taehyung shoves the documents aside and rubs his hands across his face, releasing a grunt as he lays back into the expensive leather of his couch.

“I can’t even get laid.” He huffs.

You roll your eyes.

“Taehyung,” You call out to him sternly, and when he opens one eye to look at you, only then do you continue, “You need to be more careful with who you fraternise with. You’re the CEO of the biggest manufacturing company in Korea and that is bound to make you a target to competitors. I can’t be cross-checking every single person you come across because my job is to protect you from physical harm—not be your mother.”

He narrows his eyes at you, and you see the petulance skim the surface of his iris as he leans forward, ensuring that his gaze is kept on your blank expression.

“So, that’s it? I can’t fuck around with anyone? Just because of my position? That’s a load of bullshit ____.” He snaps.

You purse your lips and give him a pointed glare.

“Stop twisting my words. Fuck who you like but be smart about who you stick your dick into.” You tell him lowly.

“Then I might as well fuck you, right? You’re the only person I can trust.” He sneers, leaning closer to you.

Your eyes widen, and your stoic demeanour is interrupted with his blunt words.

While you couldn’t deny that your boss was undeniably attractive, and alluded major sex appeal—he was still your boss and you would never cross professional boundaries no matter how much your body betrayed you. Even the Taehyung’s banter got much more … explicit and flirty, you brushed it off as him being himself. But he’s never explicitly stated anything like that before.

When you realise you’re gaping at him, you quickly try to compose yourself but unfortunately for you, he immediately catches on your surprised expression and bathes in it.

He smirks at you, standing up to walk across to where you were sat and plops next to you, a bit too close for a boss to be to his bodyguard.

“I’m right, aren’t I? You said to be smart and fuck someone who won’t have anything against me.” He whispers into your ear and you try to stop the shivers that travel down your body.

Taehyung notices how tense you are and reaches an arm to trail down your neck, slowly and teasingly until it rests on your hipbone.

You curse yourself for wearing only a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, since it was meant to be your day off until you were made aware of Hyunbi’s visit.

“Watch your mouth, Kim Taehyung.” You grit.

He snorts but nuzzles his nose into the column of your neck, and you feel the hot breath fan across your skin.

“You’re not denying it. Does that mean you want me to fuck you? Nice and deep?” He whispers the words against your skin and you can’t help the involuntary clamp of your thighs.

Taehyung, even as dense as he is, picks up on your movement immediately and reaches his other hand to keep your thighs apart, large hand sprawled across your thigh and you marvel for a moment at how big his hands are.

“Bet I could fuck the uptightness out of you, sweets.”

“Did you forget that I know everything about you?” You hiss, attempting to sound threatening but that only causes Taehyung to grin wider.

“Ooo. I love it when you get bitchy with me.” He teases, rubbing a circle with his thumb on your inner thigh as you feel desire pool in your belly.

“You’re insufferable.” You huff and you hate the way you sound breathless.

“Did I ever tell you how much your bitchiness turns me on? Always dreamed of shutting you up with my cock.” He confesses against your cheek this time and your eyes widen comically, your own hand clamping over his one over your thigh.

As Taehyung momentarily gets distracted with mouthing at your ear, you come to your senses and realise that you’re becoming the pawn in his game.

You quickly flip him over, until he’s settled under you with your knees sprawled next to his thighs, pelvis’ nearly touching as he smirks at you.

“Listen, Kim,” You whisper, leaning down until your noses are touching and you can spot every freckle on his face. He leans up to chase your breath but you don’t allow him the satisfaction of caving in.

“You’d never be able to handle my pussy.” You grin at him.

His eyes darken, and you feel his hands rest tightly on your hip.

You straddle his thighs and lean in until you’re sure his cock feels your pussy against him through the barrier of his robe and your shorts.

“Try me.” He challenges, mirth dancing in his eyes.

“You know why?” You lean into his ear to whisper, and your hands trail down his chest slowly and seductively until they reach the opening of the robe where his pelvis is, touch teasing and suggestive, especially when his breath hitches.

“Why?” He attempts to grind up to you, blinded by his carnal desire.

“Because …” You bite his earlobe and hear the grunt he lets out, cock unmistakably hardening until your core.

“Once you fuck me, you’ll never be able to fuck any other pussy without wishing it was mine.” You say as you pepper kisses down his jaw, right up to his chin until your lips are hovering above his.

But as soon as he attempts to close the distance, you push yourself off of him and return to your stoic and professional stance.

“You have a meeting with your investors in twenty.”

Taehyung gapes at you, the outline of his cock clear against the thin material of his robe as he releases heavy breaths of want as he looks at you in disbelief.

“You can’t be serious.” He snaps.

You shrug your shoulders and cock your head to the clock behind him.

“Good luck getting ready, Kim.” You say with a final smirk, enjoying the fact that you had him frustrated and high.

“This isn’t the end, _____.” He says lowly.

“You better hurry up and hope you finish in less than twenty minutes.” You tease, and you see the tip of his ears burn.

“Maybe I’ll give it five.” You say, flipping your hair over your shoulder and making sure to add a little sway to your hips when you walk away.

You briefly hear a fuck being uttered when you open the door to leave, and you feel triumphant with what you left him with.

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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i am the anon who asked earlier about the character limit ! i’m ready to send my ask now-

so could you write something about a female mc (or gender neutral it’s up to you !) that doesn’t take a shit form anyone ? like when someone bother she just “tsk” before threatening them and the bois are like “wtf that was kind of hot tho-“ .

i can see them just simping for her like we simp for them and it’s making me laugh-

also i’m not really sure if you write for them but a small reaction of perhaps side-characters to her ?

i’m really asking for too much skdkdjdksowkw-

thank for reading it and i hope i’m not bothering you ! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Alright, for this one, anon allowed me to pick some Twst guys to react to MC

But, ahem…. hope they’re (and y’all are) happy with the way I carried this out

Neige (& dwarves) + Che’nya are also included, as they wished to see side characters react to this MC too

Let’s get started (bc it’s loooong)~!

HAPPY 1st ANNIVERSARY, EVERYONE!! 🥳🎉

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OVERVIEW

Heartslabyul: Riddle is very surprised at her behavior and may scold her for it, but he secretly admires the confidence and will to stand up for herself. Trey is also taken aback, but well… if that helps her get through NRC, fine by him (he pretends not to see). Cater SIIIIIIMPS like duuuude THAT ATTITUDE IS WHAT HE DESIRES TO HAVE AGAINST HIS SISTERS (she’s his role model now). And man, do I even need to say what Ace and Deuce think? PLAIN FUN, and they simp, Deuce a little more than Ace.

Savanaclaw SIMPS and simps HARD. Ruggie and Leona due to females in Afterglow Savana being overall more respected. Not to mention IRL lionesse are in charge of hunting and female hyenas are the dominant ones in pairs. Jack I see as someone who admires people who are strong and can stand for themselves, and a no bullshit MC is wow… but perhaps he thinks maybe she could be a little more polite.

Octavinelle is a little hard to read. Azul first is very surprised and a bit offended, but once he finds out she acts this way towards everyone and anyone… Be ready to become his 3rd bodyguard lol. Leech Twins adore to annoy her, Floyd provokes her more with tugs and shoves while Jade can just throw ANY comment her way with that smile to trigger the instinct; she’s become their little plaything of sorts.

Scarabia: Kalim is SHOOKED!!!! The first time he hears her comments leaves him with a surprised pikachu face. Jamil is startled a bit, but man… SIMPS, and is like "you speak my inner thoughts".

Pomefiore: Vil is also VERY surprised, but admires the way she so willingly defends herself with only words and harsh glares (anger looks very pretty on her). Rook SIMP, yuuup. He's amazed at how just one comment and death stare from her has magic wielders cowering in fear, gets goosebumps from excitement when those are directed at him. Epel simps too! Like DAMN HE WANTS TO STAND UP FOR HIMSELF LIKE THAT!!! No more stupid etiquette classes, time to be tough! (Vil quickly turns his plan to dirt tho lol)

Ignihyde: Idia is ?????? At times, he's very intimidated by her, but on other occasions he's ready to talk back (this especially when he's communicating through the tablet). Ortho is shook, too. For someone who comes from another world and is scared by many possible scenarios in this Wonderland, they're surprisingly brave. He likes her! Get ready to be his Big sis

Oh man, Diasomnia… Malleus is surprised when he first sees the change of attitude, since she's nice in his nightly visits to Ramshackle, but very soon he'll be like "I like this human" Slowly becomes her simp. Lilia is VERY amused by her behavior and sometimes likes to provoke her. As soon as a threat is thrown his way, however, he'll be ready to throw one back as he smiles brightly. Silver is surprised, they all cower before her, how?! He may or may not simp, but he absolutely looks up to her (wishes to be more assertive like that). Boy oh boy… Sebek… SHOOKED; just try to say something rude to his Young Master, get ready for the loudest "EXCUSE ME?!" and following rant. Shooked and shooked TO THE CORE.

ALL the staff are very irritated by her antics, but the ones more vocal about it that have a little back and forth with her are Crowley and Crewel. Sam just laughs it off, besides it's rare for her to threaten him (mainly bc he gives special discounts for her).

BOY...RSA… Neige is SHOOKED, but rudeness never stopped him from making friends and pull a smile out of them (well, ya better stop right there bc she's ready to PUNCH). Needless to say, majority of dwarves are surprised too… except, Grant who just chuckles and says like Jamil "speaking my inner thoughts". Che'nya acts as if it's the most normal thing, doesn't flinch back or anything ("we're all mad in our own ways~ it's the norm here")

In the end, all of them simp for her, one way or another~ (and let her get away with a handful of stuff bc simps)

Heartslabyul

"Aren't you the cutest little thing~? Look at your lil' nose sniffing my finger so adorably!!" The [color] haired girl gushed at the hedgehog in her hand, carefully petting its colorful quills.

Someone sighed in irritation at her behavior, "Stop that! We're not allowed to pamper the hedgehogs like that, so cut it off!"

[Color] eyes narrowed at the intruder, "And who here says I care what you, or the rules, say? They're animals, pets practically. You need to show them affection for them to live long, happy lives, dumbass."

At the small scene, Trey interrupted, “Let's please act accordingly. Come on, we need help painting the roses." The 3rd year signaled the other Heartslabyul student to follow.

"What?! No, not fair! How come she's not getting punished for this when we get scolded for it?!" He raised his voice.

"Hey now, leave [Name]-chan alone, she isn’t bothering anyone. Be a good kouhai and listen to Trey-senpai. Remember vice dorm leader is just as respected as dorm leader here." Cater cut in, trying to somehow make things lighter.

"Bull-!" Before the guy could even finish his sentence, Riddle appeared.

"What seems to be the matter here? At this rate, if you keep getting distracted with unimportant things, we won't have our preparations ready." The redhead followed their gazes to the girl sitting on the floor surrounded by a rainbow of hedgehogs.

"Ah, I understand." Riddle nodded.

"Thank-!" However, the student was once more cut off by the 2nd year.

"[Surname] was appointed by me personally as hedgehog caretaker. Her activities consist of cleaning cages, feeding, and the important task of pampering them with affection and love." Heartslabyul's dorm head explained, "We do play croquet frequently, and many 1st years don't treat our animals superb. Not to mention, it is said the Queen of Hearts herself would pamper her hedgehog just like [Surname] is doing… Admirable, don’t you think?"

"Are we clear now?" Slate grey eyes looked sternly at his dormmate.

Defeated, the boy accepted. "Yes, dorm leader Rosehearts."

"Go help Cater and Trey with rose duty." Riddle dismissed the boy.

On his way out, a certain troublesome 1st year made an indirect comment.

"That's why you get informed before complaining about things~" Ace teased.

Deuce smacked his friend on the back of the head, "Shut it, we committed the same mistake when we first saw [Name] baby talking the hedgehogs."

"H-Hey! There was no need to reveal that!"

Savanaclaw

Full cafeteria, the worst scenario ever. Not to mention both [Name] and Grim were starving.

So, when she saw an opportunity to get in line for the (oddly) short line for [fav. food], she did. However…

“What the fuck’s up with you?! Just because you’re a girl ya think ya get special treatment, dumbass?!” Some random rude student said.

Oh, bad move, idiot.

All [Name] had to do was throw an icy glare their way and turn away slowly for the boy to tremble in his socks.

Human and Grim picked their full and finally headed to any empty spot available, which resulted in them sitting with the Savanaclaw students, who watched the scene unfold.

“[Name]-san, that’s some temper you’ve got-” Ruggie began talking, but was immediately silenced by the same icy stare.

“To hell with that, I am hungry and ready to destroy the world, so better keep your mouth shut to see your future.” The girl grumbled, taking the first bite of her precious meal.

Three pairs of ears flattened in shock, looking at one another to agree on what they experienced right now.

“Wait a second…” Ruggie thought, breath hitching after receiving such cold glare.

Jack kept a watchful eye as he drank his water, strange warmth crawled up his face. “That was…”

Leona, for once, looked awake enough. Green eyes with a tinge of respect reflected in them, teasing smile slowly developing on his face. “Seems like the herbivore has some fight in her… Nice, very nice…”

“That was… very attractive…” The trio gulped down whatever they were eating, before averting their gaze elsewhere to hide the blush. Except Leona, he chuckled silently before looking down at his plate to recover from the little display of power from her part.

Meanwhile, the otherworldly student and cat monster shared a confused look. “Weirdos… Do they enjoy seeing me eat? Yeah, not sitting down with them again.” [Name] decided.

Octavinelle

"Keobi-chan~!"

"Not again…" [Name] grumbled between teeth. Just as she thought she was out and away from the whole Octavinelle trio, these two come again for her.

"Let's go, koebi-chan! Azul wasn’t done talking with you~” Floyd grabbed onto her arm and tugged.

“You two never know when to stop, or do you?” Grim swiped at Floyd’s hand as best he could from the girl’s shoulder.

Then came the chuckle she hated most, that instantly ignited that fight or flight instinct in her. “Please, Floyd is simply stating the truth. Azul is adamant in speaking to [Surname]-san, it’s only expected of her to allow him some time. After all, he was so gracious to lend his help when she most needed.” Jade linked his arm with her free on and began walking.

“Oi! Get your hands off me! I’ve heard enough from Azul! I’ve declined the offer more than enough times for it to get through his head!” The [hair color] stood her ground as much she could, but the two towering eels still dragged her to their destination.

Floyd laughed, “Little shrimp fighting for her life when she’s already lost~” He shot Jade a look and his twin immediately knew what he wanted to do. They lifted her from the ground and began swaying side to side.

“What the hell?! Let me down, let me go! I’ve had enough of you! We’ve helped Azul more than enough already!” [Name] and Grim were left to flair and yell more protests while the twins chuckled and laughed at their predicament.

Eventually, they arrived at Octavinelle and the two-halves-of-a-whole students were plopped down onto the couch inside Azul’s V.I.P. office. The tweels left them with those sinister pointy teethed smiles of theirs, sending chills down the duo’s spines.

“Now now, [Name]-san, Grim-san, do keep your voice down. I’ve got a deal much better than our last offer. Hear me out, now would you?” Azul spoke, suave and sleazy as ever.

“No, cut it out already! Just accept I won’t-!” Her complaints were interrupted by the octomer’s firm statement.

“One meal!” After noticing he had their attention, the dorm leader continued, “One free meal for the two of you each day, along with some Madol… All for [Name]-san’s intimidation services and Grim-san cleaning dishes.”

“Make it TWO meals and it’s a deal!” Grim quickfired.

“NO! No, no!” The [color] eyed refuted. She leaned close to Ashengrotto over the desk, eyes narrow and eyebrows furrowed, “...Make it two free meals AND drinks daily, with a nice pay… and throw in some deluxe tuna cans from time to time…”

Grim perked up at that, eyes shifting from human to merman as they stared each other down to see who relented first.

Azul sighed, “Very well…” A gloved hand came forward, “Have we got a deal?”

[Eye color] looked into baby blue, before nodding and shaking his hand. “A deal it is, but” [Name] leaned even closer, right on the gray haired’s face, “Let it be known that just you fail once on giving the pay and it’s over, Ashengrotto.”

He snorted, “Oh, no need to worry about that, I always hold onto my end of the contract.” Taunting gaze mocked the [hair color], “The thing is, can you?”

“This damn Octavinelle people..!” [Name] felt fire light up her veins from anger and irritation at his words.

Scarabia

“Grim, look! We once more have a delicious cream cheese for you to enjoy with crackers!” The ever excitable Kalim exclaimed, reading a pair of crackers to feed Grim.

Before his hand could get any close to the scared cat’s face, [skin tone] hads grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Kalim, how many more times do I have to tell you?! Stop that!” An exasperated sigh followed her words. She let go of his arm.

Kalim (and pretty much all of Scarabia) looked at her. “No, not those big round cute ruby eyes…” The girl thought, feeling herself relent already. “Only for you… only for this ray of sunshine will I try to be less on the fence…”

[Name] cleared her throat, “W-Why don’t you… try asking Grim properly if he would like some first, instead of just shoving the food in his mouth!” An awkward giggle left her lips. “Was that better?! That did not sound better, at all! No!! It was harsh!”

Silence carried on afterwards, making her feel even more awkward and nervous of her actions. There’s a first time for everything.

“She’s right on that. You understand, don’t you, Kalim?” Jamil broke the silence, turning everyone’s eyes to him now. “As host, you should offer your visits amenities correctly, not force them upon them.” The dark haired boy remained focused on his plate of curry while he informed his dormmate.

“Oh! Of course, of course!” The dorm leader snapped out of his zoning out, “Apologies! Grim, would you like to try the cream cheese?” Kalim recovered his pep, bringing close the plate of cheese and crackers to Grim.

“Ah… No, thank you…” The monster declined. “However… I would like to try the dates you have over there.”

“Sure, no worries! Try as much food as you like! This banquet is for everyone to enjoy, after all!” Just like that, everyone’s spirits were lifted, and the party returned to its full swing.

From across the table, Jamil threw the [hair color] a smirk and a nod. She looked away with a faint blush on her cheeks.

Pomefiore

“She dares show her face here, dressed like that?”

“And with a stinky, dirty raccoon hanging from her shoulder.”

“As always, these pretentious idiots…” [Name] tried to steel herself, taking deep breaths as she carried on towards the Pomefiore common room. Vil asked for her presence here for some idea he had in mind and wanted to carry on.

“Fuh-nyah, this place always smells like perfume… Has me sneezing all over, eugh.” Grim rubbed his nose to ease the itching.

The girl giggled lightly, petting her companion. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the smell in a few seconds.”

“Ah, Trickster [Name], Monsieur Hirsute! Bienvenue à Pomefiore!” Rook welcomed them, as colorful as ever.

“[N-Name]? You’ve been… summoned here, as well?” Epel seemed surprised to see his friends here.

Vil stood up from the throne, “And just in time you’re both here. Could’ve done with a few extra minutes of head start, but at least you’re here and didn't arrive late.” The elegant 3rd year went over to explain his idea to the 1st years.

However, as the dorm head explained, the comments continued…

“Seriously, can’t she take the hint she’s not wanted here?”

“As a girl, she should know to take better care for herself.”

“Alright that’s it.” The Ramshackle prefect took a very deep breath and interrupted Vil, “Yeah, uh, apologies for cutting you off, but let me take care of some matters.” Turning around, the [color] haired looked over at the group that kept saying unasked opinions.

“Hey, you pompous people with deliriums of grandiose!” At the start of her screaming, Vil and Rook braced for the worse while Epel drew a very big smirk.

Everyone kept their dignified faces, sure that their dorm leader and vice head would have their backs.

“I dress bad? I don’t take care of my skin, nails, lips, hair? Grim isn’t always smelling nice?”

“Hey! What with that, [Name]?!” “Shush, you…”

“Just because I’m a girl you dare assume what I should act like?!” She scoffed, “Well, let me see you survive in a world far different than your own, disoriented and with no means to go back, live on a tight budget along with your equally as disoriented monster friend, with the only clothes you own being very mistreated and old uniforms students left in a rundown dorm!”

Everyone looked at her and murmured.

One of the students spoke up, practically laughing at her face, “What? Want us to feel pity for you? Sounds to me like you’re not trying hard enough.”

Grim himself was ready to burn this scum to a crisp, but thankfully, someone else stepped in to defend their friends.

“Oh? Like you’ve clearly not been doing?” Vil glared at the boy harshly. “Don’t think just because you’re good looking you have an immediate pass to be a student of Pomefiore, of NRC. Your grades are lacking, and for someone in this dorm to be that terrible in alchemy is ruinous. Seriously, an F in potion making? You strive to be as resourceful and tenacious as the Beautiful Queen by not being able to brew even a simple potion?”

The mob cowered back, shocked at their dorm head speaking that way to them.

“Doesn’t feel good to have yer flaws n’ failures spoken of, eh?” Epel yelled from a few miles back. He could see Schoenheit stiffen at the use of his distinct accent, but the farmer boy could care less in this moment… and so did Vil.

Rook stepped over with a friendly smile, placing a hand on the student's shoulder and on Vil’s. “Please rest the case, lest we want our hearts and faces wrinkle up from anger and stress.” The hunter squeezed the boy’s shoulder, applying pressure on one of the nerves to get the message across. In case that was not enough, narrow green eyes spared him a side glance full of ill-intent, “Any more comments like that, and your heart will be carved out of your rib cage and go in a jewelry chest to display as a trophy.” Was his message.

“Y-Yes, Rook-senpai!” The mob immediately answered and made their way out to somewhere else.

The actor rubbed the bridge of his nose at the scene, “I apologize on behalf of my dorm, those types of comments are absolutely not tolerated, but there seem to be more potatoes to wrangle than what I imagined.” He sighed, “But anyways! Let us continue with our original plans. [Name], Grim, Epel, follow me. We shall start with having you all take a nice bath and do proper skincare...and furcare, I suppose.”

“Oh, I would very much like some hypermosturizing serums and a bathbomb or oils to help destress, please!” The [hair color] said.

Vil chuckled a bit, “After that, you need all the lavender oils in the water.”

“Wait, does that mean…?!” Epel became unsettled and looked at Grim.

The monster finished the lilac haired boy’s thought, “We’re gonna end up smelling like a potpourri or somethin’?!”

Rook came behind them, pushing them lightly forward to walk in the other two’s direction. “Come now, moniseurs! Bath time is a great time to spend relaxing and planning your activities for the day!”

The rowdy duo only groaned at his words.

Ignihyde

“Oh, [Name] [Surname]-san, that was an amazing play!” Ortho congratulated while spectating the game going on between you and his brother.

The girl chuckled, “Thanks, Ortho… Did that specifically to show your brother not to underestimate a magicless human’s abilities in games such as this.” Sizzling could be heard coming from the older Shroud as he silently fumed, but his flaming hair betrayed his silence.

“That’s right, get mad and lose your temper. It’ll be easier to defeat you like that… defeat you once more.” [Color] lips turned into a mocking smile. “Talk shit, get hit, bruh!”

Idia desperately played his following moves, a supposed combo to take you down considerably. “I don’t believe you’ll keep that smile in your face for long.”

She chuckled, ominously now, “Ohoho, I believe I will be keeping this smile… and victory with me~!” The 1st year kept laughing as she played her last strategy, leading to his defeat for the 6th? 10th? time today.

The dorm head took a deep breath before he could yell his frustration out, hair turning a shade of dull red, telling the other occupants of the room of his temper.

“How’s that for underestimating the skills of a human, Idia? Tired or eating your dirt yet or not? Told ya this would only lead to absolute defeat-!” Before [Surname] could boast some more, Idia stood up and dropped himself on his bed, back turned to them all.

The robot boy floated over to the enraged 3rd year. “Big brother? Your vitals are erratic, heartbeat is quick and body temperature is on the raise. Would you like some help relaxing?”

“I believe it’s better to let him be, Ortho.” The girl reassured. “Wanna play a game with me? See if you can beat me?” She suggested.

The android quickly cheered up, “I would love to!”

- Few minutes later -

[Color] eyes stared at victorious play.

5 times… It had only been 30 minutes and already 5 times… She was beaten by the younger Shroud 5 times already!

Ortho smiles at her (or at least she assumed, with him keeping his mouth coveron). “This is entertaining, [Name] [Surname]-san! Can we play one more time?” Those innocent yellow eyes looked up at her tired, irritated ones.

“I- uuuh… S-Sure, Ortho..!” A strained smile stretched her lips.

Idia sat down somewhere near, teasing pointy smile on his face now. “How does it feel, [Surname]?”

“Shut the hell up, Shroud, you’re no one to speak like that.” The girl whispered through gritted teeth.

Diasomia

Blah, blah, blah… chatter, chatter, chatter…Loud booming voice annoying everyone around.

“Alright, damn it all!” [Name] slammed her hand on the table. “For the love of all that's holy, shut the hell up, Sebek!!”

Everyone was stunned for a moment at the outburst, Silver jumped awake at the shouting.

Sebek looked at her with the most indignant look, “Excuse you?! That is something extremely rude to say! Even more so because you interrupted my conversation with the Young Master!”

“What do you even mean?! You interrupted my conversation with Malleus in an even more impolite way first!” She reminded her fellow 1st year.

Zigvolt scoffed, “Only because you don’t possibly have anything of interest to speak with Master Malleus.”

“Sebek I swear to god!”

“Silence, human! Stop pestering us!”

“You are the one doing the pestering here!”

And just like that, both students began bickering.

Silver looked at Lilia, “Don’t you think we should do something about this?”

The old fae sighed into his tea cup, placing it back down before taking a sip. “We absolutely must, Sebek’s voice was already inflicting a headache, now we have... that…” Red eyes looked at the brash underclassmen arguing.

Malleus, meanwhile, rubbed his temples at their antics.

“Children, stop it now or else-” Vanrouge noticed how his words were going unnoticed, so he decided to raise his voice some. “Children-” More shouting, silencing his call for attention.

“Children!” Lilia’s voice boomed around the room, along with the stomping of his heel on the stone floor. The surround sound effectively made the misbehaving students shut up.

“Thank you.” He said with a closed eyes smile, “Now, to settle your senseless screaming, why don’t we try asking Malleus himself what he believes happened, hm?” The bat suggested, turning to look into lime eyes to urge his master to speak up.

“Oh..! Hmm… Well… It is true Sebek interrupted the conversation I was having with the child of man,” [Name] looked at her friend with an I-told-you-so smile, “And I disagree with him, [Surname] was telling me very interesting things about her life and experiences in this Wonderland.” That made the girl stand even prouder.

“However,” The pistachio haired male looked at his superior with hope in his eyes, “I agree with his comment on how interrupting conversations the way [Surname] did is very rude.” Now it was his turn to boast a little. “But let’s not forget he interrupted us first, and therefore is rude himself.” Sebek deflated at that.

Lilia clapped his hands with a bright smile, “Problem solved! Now,” The fae looked at the tall 1st year, “Sebek, dear, [Name] is our guest today, treat her with respect. She is Malleus’ specially invited guest, let her spend her time occupying our leader’s time as she pleases. He invited her for that reason, after all.”

“U-Understood, Lilia-sama…” Zigvolt agreed against his will.

“Thank you, Lilia!” [Name] thanked at the same time Sebek spoke.

“Very well, let us enjoy our tea time in peace now.” Finally, the youthful soul sat down and picked up his cup to take a much needed sip of the amber liquid. “Young ones these days, I swear...”

NRC Staff

Shouting and yelling resounded around the meeting hall, leading Mozus to rub the bridge of his nose to try and ease the oncoming headache.

“Hello-!” Vargas was cut off.

“Not now, Professor Vargas, I need to knock some sense into this crow!” The 1st year yelled at the muscular P.E. teacher.

He sat down near Trein with a sigh, “They’re at it again this week?”

“Yes, they are…” The old man grunted.

“Been at it for 20 minutes now, can’t believe it.” Crewel tapped his finger on the wooden table in irritation, “Headmaster Crowley should already relent and give her more allowance if it means we can get our meetings done!”

“Absolutely not,” Trein disagreed, “[Surname] should learn to handle her finances better, budget things appropriately and spend the least on useless things.”

Crewel let out a single mocking laugh, “Really now? Have you heard what biweekly amount of money he gives her?! It’s not even enough to buy a steady supply of meals from the shop for a week!”

Soon enough, the two teachers joined their respective sides in the battle of Crowley vs. [Name], while Vargas watched with the most uncomfortable look.

And, after a good more minutes of shouting, the last call was given…

“You know what?! I’m done!!” The [color] haired girl made her way to the exit, “It’s always “Because I am so kind” blah blah blah! But you never do anything to help me!” She made a bad impression of the Director on purpose.

“It’s not only me in the dorm, it’s also Grim! And he’s a sizable cat, he needs to eat properly and plenty, too!” She turned around before leaving, “Seriously, Headmaster, I don’t know anymore how to scream at you that we need help! We’re sleeping on dirt every night, we’re breathing mold and dust everyday inside the rundown dorm! We need food and clothes and bedsheets and hygiene products!”

[Name] had to take a deep breath before saying her last words, “If you’re not going to help me search for a way back home, then… at least help me make that crumbling building feel like home…” With that, the heavy door shut close.

The young girl quickly made her way out of the building, trying her best to keep her emotions at bay and not let them overflow. Out of habit, or maybe it was her consciousness trying to search for comfort, her feet carried her to Mr.S’s Mystery Shop.

The simple ringing of the bell signaling a new customer already made her feel better.

“Welcome, little devil! What can I help you with today?” Sam greeted with his typical energy.

The [hair color] sighed in relief, making her way to the counter. “Hello, Sam.”

“Aaah, another fruitless fight with the Headmaster?” The shopkeep inquired, identifying that tired tone in her voice.

“Indeed…” She let head lay upon her crossed arms as the rest of her body leaned on the counter. “I ask myself why I even keep trying it, nothing will ever change…”

A shadow friend pat her head to try and comfort her.

“Because you’re perseverant and a fighter, and wish to have a school life as nice as the one your friends in established dorms live. It’s not an unjustified fight.” The mysterious clerk said, full confidence in his words.

“You believe so?” Curious [color] eyes looked at his moving figure.

“Of course! Everyone else has a nice room to sleep in, why shouldn’t you? Besides, the Headmaster decided to take you in, a responsibility he can’t ignore.” He placed a small mug in front of your head, “Go ahead, take a drink, it’ll help you in more ways than you can think of.”

Carefully unwinding from her position, a hand took the mug and brought it under her nose. One sniff and the girl could tell this was [fav. drink]. “Sam, I’m-! How did- How did you know this is my favorite?!” A pleasant surprise that brought a smile to her lips.

“You always buy it, guess you must really like it.” Magenta eyes watched as she took a sip, “Comfort food and drinks are perfect after an upsetting experience.”

[Name] threw him a tender smile, “Thank you, Sam. All you do for me and Grim is very appreciated… Don’t think I don’t notice those special discounts.”

All he did was wink at her as he turned to welcome a new customer.

Royal Sword Academy

Helping put up a stage was not an easy task. Could anyone really blame her for being so mad at everyone who got in her way after being overworked like that?

Who knows how many times she yelled at people to hurry up and move away from her path already.

And it just so happened a playful cat decided to scare the soul out of the 1st year at the worst moment, just as she was trying to take a short power nap.

“Found mew (pronounce it as m-you-w pls)!” A floating head and apparently dismembered arms appeared before [Name], hands falling on her shoulders.

She screamed bloody hell at the boy, “WHAT THE F-CK, CHE’NYA?!?!” A coughing fit followed due to the sudden loud yelp, “That was,” Cough, “My heart I just spat out!”

Meanwhile, the RSA student laughed his head off at the startled girl.

It irritated her, “And what do you think you’re doing laughing like that?! I could’ve tore a vocal cord or actually have a heart attack, you dumb cat!”

Oh… Never in his life had he been called that, at least not that he remembered.

They remained in silence for a while.

Eventually, Alchemi giggled once more “Aha~, nice to see you’re mad too! Told nya it was the norm here~”

The [hair color] nodded in mock agreement, “Yeah, can finally see all of you are damn BONKERS!”

~°~ ~°~

This boy… what is his problem?! Suddenly approaching a stranger all smiles and good vibes? [Name] knew this was a twisted world, but this was plain creepy…

So, of course, the fight or flight instinct kicked off.

Yanking her hands out of his hold, [color] orbs sharpened to the meanest glare she could muster right then and there. “What do you think you’re doing? I am not a princess, and I definitely am not your princess! That’s way too creepy to tell someone you’ve just crossed eyes with.”

A multitude of gasps was heard. “Ah, that’s right, he has tiny friends with him…” [Name] could only inwardly sigh and groan.

Neige himself gasped too, what a rude person!

A little giggle was heard, “That’s exactly what I wanted to tell him.” Grant whispered, amused by the whole scene.

“Alright, okay, uh… Gotta go now. Pleasure, or not, to meet you. Goodbye.” The NRC student walked past the strange students. “And I thought there was nothing crazier than NRC… B O I was I wrong…”

The dwarves looked at their stunned friend.

Dominic tugged at his pant leg, “Neige, are you alright? Just let her be, I’m sure she reacted like that due to being cautious about strangers.”

“Yes, I’m fine…But,” Round chocolate eyes remained on her retreating form, “Nothing has ever stopped me from befriending even the grumpiest of people! Or has it, Grant?” The brunet smiled at his friend.

“I suppose not- Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” The redhead complained while the rest laughed merrily alongside LeBlanche.

-- -- --

THE MADWOMAN DID IT OMGGGGGGG MY EEEEEEYES ASDFGHIMKLF

HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY!!! What other way than to celebrate with LOOONG request including most, if not all, of the Twst characters!!

LET US SHARE MANY MORE MEMORIES TOGETHER!! CHEERS TO US ALL!!!

(P.S. OMG if you see shifting between fem pronouns, they/them pronouns and "you" stuff... PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! My brain got a bit confused in a part! Hopefully I corrected it all)

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frat!tom inviting you to one of their ragers and all of his brothers trying to be a wingman for him bc they all know he’s had his eye on you the whole semester 😂 bc your friends would be like since when did you become friends with all these frat bros and you’re like idk what’s going on rn you’d be so confused lmao.

god this is such a cute idea...my heart. cw: alcohol + fluff.

finishing up some frat!tom blurbs !!

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The first time it happens, you find it funny. The second, you feel a little uncertain but laugh it off. But the third time you’re approached by one of the fratboys hosting the party and offered a round of the house’s finest drinks, you can’t deny your complete bemusement.

“Since when did you become friends with so many frat bros?” Your friend, Val, whispers, clinging to your arm as one of the men, a shorter lad called Harry, dishes out shots to you and all of your friends. You accept one with a smile before dropping your voice.

“I didn’t,” you mutter. “I don’t understand what’s going on right now.”

You’ve barely done your shot when there’s a presence beside you.

“Y/N! Pleased you could make it.” You turn to see Harrison there, the vice-president of the frat. He’s in a SnapBack and a black T-shirt, smirking widely. “Do you and your friends want to come and play beer pong with us?”

You exchange a glance with Val, who giggles.

“Why not,” you agree.

You’re swept over to the large patio with a few of your friends, and you barely have time to process what’s happening before Harrison is claiming you as his partner and pulling you around to his side of the table. Val stands at the other end, and you watch, confused, as she asks one of the fratboys to partner with her, only for him to agree, look across the table and see you, then immediately shake his head and announce,

“Wait— no, I can’t. Stay here. One second.”

He runs away and Val raises a brow, but before you can speak to her, Harrison is poking at your arm.

“So,” he says, smirking softly. “How are you finding the party, Y/N? Anyone catch your eye?”

You furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest as you eye him carefully. You’ve not spent much time with Harrison before. Yes, you’ve been to a few parties together and played some games of truth or dare, but you’ve not developed such a deep connection that would warrant such attention. You find it suspicious.

“It’s a good party,” you agree, “though, I don’t think you guys have ever hosted a bad one.”

Harrison nods, pride reflecting in his eyes. “Well, thanks.” He digs his hands into his pockets. “It’s all Tom. He does all the planning and organising. He’s a great guy.” Harrison nudges you gently. “A really great guy.”

You start to wonder if the reason for your sudden catapult to centre of attention is more straightforward than you’d first thought.

“—Ahh, there he is, actually. What good timing.”

You look across the table, your breath hitching as your eyes fall upon the figure of Tom Holland, president of the frat, and your study partner from english lit. He looks good, wrapped up in a blue flannel and a black t-shirt, with a dark cap resting on his curls. His eyes seek yours out immediately and you raise a hand in greeting, feeling your lips twitch into a soft smile as he walks towards you.

“Y/N, darling!” Tom exclaims, greeting you with a hand on your hip and his lips on your cheek. “You look stunning tonight.” His fingers linger on your waist for a moment before he steps away, and his proximity grants you a deep whiff of his cologne.

“Thank you,” you reply, smiling shyly. “You look good too.”

“Thanks, love.” The tips of his teeth flint white as Tom beams at you. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come tonight. I’m glad you did.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Of course I would,” you say. You’d been overjoyed when he’d extended the invite to you, personally, and invited you and your friends to the biggest rager on campus. “I wanted to see you.”

It’s unclear if he’s blushing, or simply too warm, but you watch as Tom scratches the back of his neck and smiles almost shyly.

“I’m glad.” He clears his throat and his eyes flutter across the table, to where Harrison’s drifted around to stand beside Val. He nudges your arm, his elbow gentle. “Are you ready to win this?”

“Oh hell yeah. I was born ready.”

“That’s my girl.”

You feel your lips pull up, and try not to let him see the thrill that curls down your spine as you hear him speaking so affectionately to you.

The game goes by slowly, and you find yourself wondering how Harrison, usually so irritatingly good at beer pong, misses even the easiest of shots. If you didn’t know any better, you might be tempted to think he was trying to throw the game, yet Tom keeps you too busy to extensively ponder this thought. When you’re not on the receiving end of his smooth praises, you’re both listening to some of the fratbros who linger near, passing off compliment after compliment in Tom’s direction. They hype up almost every part of his person, pointing out, eagerly, and despite Tom’s obvious embarrassment, how good his grades have been, how he’s been learning to cook, how he’s a beast in the gym… Any positive to Tom that could be praised, is, and it leaves you smiling.

Much to your amusement, you end up winning the game. Once you’re suitably buzzed, you wave bye to Val and follow Tom back inside, his hand clinging to yours. You watch, amused, as the crowd seems to part for you, multiple pairs of eyes following you and the way your fingers are linked with Tom’s. Whispers follow you, and you find yourself clinging closer to him, curling your arm around his as you shy into his side.

Tom takes you upstairs. He’d pulled you from the patio whispering about a book he’d borrowed from you a month ago and needed to return, but you know that his intentions go beyond the return of a simple favour.

“This is a nice room,” you say. It’s large, and on the top floor of the frat. It’s also the room that comes without a suite mate, courtesy of Tom’s status as president. There’s a large window set into the wall, a nice double bed, and even an en-suite.

You feel his hand briefly touch you back as Tom moves past you and walks over to his desk. You watch him rummage through a pile of papers and pens, his watch glinting.

“Thank you,” he responds, looking back over his shoulder at you. His thin lips quirk into a smile as he inclines his head towards his bed. “You can sit down if you want.”

You hum as you walk towards the bed, perching on the edge of the mattress with your legs crossed. After a few moments more, Tom releases a noise of triumph and holds up the borrowed book.

“Here you go,” he says, walking over to you. He passes you the book, and you promptly put it down beside you. “Thank you for letting me borrow it.”

“Of course,” you respond. You meet his eyes, getting momentarily lost in his caramel depths. “Hey, could I ask you a question?”

Tom nods, crossing his hands behind his back as he looks at you curiously. “Anything.”

You bite your lip before extending your hand towards him. When he takes it and easily loops your fingers together, you smile.

“Did you have all your frat brothers wingman you tonight?”

Tom hesitates, a hint of embarrassment curling over his face.

“You, uh, noticed that?” He asks, scratching at his neck.

You nod, smirking. “If the never ending supply of shots and compliments weren’t indication enough, Harrison also threw the game so we would win.”

Tom curses softly. “He’s such a twat,” he mutters. “But uh… Yeah, I guess. I just wanted you to have a good time tonight, Y/N. Some of them just took it a bit too far. I’m sorry if they made you feel uncomfortable.”

“They didn’t. I thought it was cute.” You hesitate, your eyes shifting over his face. “I think you’re cute.”

Tom shifts on his feet, seeming to stretch a little straighter as he smirks.

“And I think you’re absolutely gorgeous.” Using the hand intertwined with yours, Tom very gently helps you to your feet. His fingers slip down to your waist, where they rest, touch firm and warm. You like the feeling of being so close to him.

“So… What are you going to do about that?”

You bite your lip as his breath hitches, and then you let him pull you closer. His voice is lower, huskier, and it comes out lightly as his warm breath fans out across your face.

“I’m gonna kiss you,” he declares.

You give him the slightest nod before looping your arms around his neck, and then very slowly, and easily, Tom presses his lips to yours. It’s soft at first—carrying more care than you would’ve expected—but your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the moment. It builds quickly, spiralling from a tender union of mouths to an intensely hot kiss, burning bright with passion as you feel him nibbling your lower lip. You part your lips, and your fingers dig into his curls as your tongues dance together, the kiss growing hotter and heavier as you curl in closer.

When you break away after a few moments of passionate kissing, you’re breathless but happy. You rest your palms on the flat of his shoulders and sigh contentedly, lips stinging softly.

“Next time you want to get closer to me, you can just ask me, y’know,” you tease. “I quite like spending time with you, Tom.”

His lips brush your cheek, and you feel him squeeze your waist.

“Noted, love.” He pauses for a moment, smirk biting at his lips. “Care to spend some time with me now, darling?”

You wrap your fingers around the top of his shirt and pull him closer, letting your lips brush over his as you smile.

“I think I’d like that very much.”

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yesimwriting · 3 years

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The Promise of Rain, Blurb 3

Technically the third in a blurb-ish series (though this is kinda long for a blurb lol) but can technically be read as a stand alone, but i think the other parts make this seem more significant lol

A/n kinda angsty, not sure if i loveeee this but i haven’t posted a fic in such a long time bc of graduation chaos but now it’s summer and i’m working on a lot of requests/stories :))

Summary: jealousy is out of place when there’s no real warrant for it, and sometimes it’s okay to be content--to not need the rain to make you promises.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sunshine-y! reader

Tiredness dulls the part of me that craves the rambunctious, but I’m still positive. I smile when someone does something only the truly inebriated find comical. I laugh when something somewhat actually funny happens, and I let the world around me drink. Twenty minutes--in twenty minutes I will claim a headache and go upstairs.

“You okay, y/n?” Jesper’s concern would border on genuinely considerate if it wasn’t for the slightest hint of slur in his words. Nights in which he consols himself after losing game after game are when he’s the friendliest. “You’re strangely quiet--you’re never quiet.”

I press my lips together oddly, smiling in a way that finally reaches my eyes. Jesper’s nice in an oddly particular way when he’s tipsy. Overly observant and careful. “Just a little tired,” I shift in my seat, leaning back against the plush seat in Kaz’s office, “I wish Kaz would just get here and dismiss us so I can go to bed.”

Jesper smiles, lifting his arm slightly and causing his glass to sway. Kaz is not going to take it well when he realizes that Jesper was extremely involved in the downstairs celebration. He turns ungracefully, moving to sit next to me with no warning. I half-heartedly glare as he takes up most of the small couch.

“You’re grumpy when you’re tired,” Jesper hums, stretching his casually.

I sigh once, but it lacks any bite. “I do not.”

He smiles easily, tilting his head so far to the side that it falls against the back of the seat, “No...but I know the real reason you’re grumpy.”

Rolling my eyes, I suppress my instinctual reaction. That would only expose his words as true. “I am not grumpy, there is no reason--”

“You know he hated it.”

I exhale, tired and slowly losing my fragine hold on fake tranquility. “Yeah.” That should make it better. “I know.” It doesn’t--it doesn’t make anything better.

So the contact we so desperately needed on our side took to flirting with Kaz. It was an uncomfortable situation because of its precariousness and I was worried because I know about his issues with touch. But it’s not like I care about the flirting part. No. It was unprofessional and so easily turned messy--that’s what my problem was.

Jesper sighs, stretching even more. I let him stretch his legs over me, too tired to push him off. I sigh, setting my chin on his bent knees. “What’s with the face, l/n?”

I roll my eyes again. Sometimes having someone care about you is annoying. I take back all of my positive thoughts about him--Jesper Fahey is an annoying drunk.

“There’s no face,” despite my words, I feel my expression sour even further. Jesper’s expression shifts from that of gentle worry to teasing pride. “And if there was one, it wouldn’t be because of Kaz Brekker.”

Jesper’s lips twitch upwards, something strange tainting his tipsy grin. “I never said a name.”

“One more condescending comment, and I’m shoving you off this damn couch.”

He laughs flatly, shifting closer and making himself more comfortable. Drunk and touchy--anyone else would have been slapped by now. “You’re nicer after some of this.”

He holds his glass out towards me casually, amber liquid sloshing slightly. I blink at the liquid with slight disinterest. I’m not exactly in the drinking mood...but I’m not exactly in the mood for any of this. The sound of the door opening doesn’t phase me--it’s not Inej, because she never lets herself be heard. Kaz doesn’t say anything, taking one dull step and then another, footsteps leaching the room of any warmth. The coldness he exudes so easily as a mask is strong tonight, I haven’t even looked at him and I can feel it.

Maybe I do need a drink.

I take the glass from Jesper, taking a quick and shallow sip of the liquid. It’s offensive in smell, taste, and the way it spills down my throat. The taste is much more intense than expected, some of the liquid slips past the corner of my mouth. Somehow more bitter than this moment, the liquid leaves me ready to splutter like a child. I exhale, pushing through the burning. Jesper moves his hand forward absentmindedly, wiping a single drop of liquid from my chin carelessly. The gesture would be sweet if my throat burned less.

“Jesper,” the warmth of the alcohol takes root in my chest, “That’s--” He laughs at my reaction, coaxing a smile from me. “Like literally the worst--why do you even have this?” If this is served in the Crow Club, I’ve never heard of it, this is the kind of under the counter alcohol that isn’t mass produced.

He laughs a little more freely. “Won it off of someone passing through--I don’t always lose.”

I wrinkle my nose, “An outlier shouldn’t be--”

“Oh, shut up.” Jesper laughs again.

“Both of you ‘shut up’,” Kaz sighs, stepping further into the room, “If you need to drink, at least wait until after my meeting.” I frown, ignoring Kaz’s lingering and sharp gaze, “You should all follow Inej’s example.”

“We can’t even see Inej.”

Kaz raises an eyebrow, but he regards me with nothing but voidness. He’s never exactly emotive, but normally in moments like this something I can never interpret touches his expression, coloring it human. “Exactly.”

“You’re funnier than people give you credit for.” The comment isn’t exactly sarcastic, but it’s something lighter than I should be offering. It’s an attempt at peace, the slight stiffness between us is starting to bother me. Our usual dynamic isn’t exactly friendly, but it’s more than this. Kaz glares. “But not tonight.”

His expression hardens. “Business is business. It’s not humor, it’s not whatever you try to make it.” Right. Just like it was business when that girl spent more time hitting on him than actually revealing real information. The thought leaves my expression tight as I swallow back my instinctual words. “It’s not whatever you’re currently doing.”

It takes me longer than it should to realize he’s referring to the position Jesper and I are in. Can he relax? It’s not my fault Jesper is tipsy and touchy.

“Kaz,” Inej’s voice is soft yet determined as she emerges from the shadows. It’s a miracle the way she’s nothing more than a shadow until she chooses not to be. “What’s our next job?”

Prompting Kaz in order to prevent a fight--Inej, always the closest thing to a mom available. I give her a partial smile, glad that she’s wedging herself between us and the tension, preventing conflict I’m too tired to follow through on.

“A merchant’s house,” he begins slowly, “We’ll be searching a merchant’s house but I’m seeking evidence more than property.” Jesper swings his legs off the couch with no warning. My head falls. I glare at Jesper who offers me a slightly apologetic tsk before dropping his head on my shoulder. Kaz must note the exchange because something in his expression tightens. He’s extra irritable today. “I’ll disclose more tomorrow,” he sighs once, already turning away, “Most of you are beyond listening tonight anyways.”

He’s at the door before I can tell him that I’m not drunk. The door opens and closes, but Kaz’s heaviness lingers like led. I frown, letting my head fall to the side, resting on Jesper’s.

“He’s weird today,” I mumble, unsure if I want a reply.

“He’s always like that,” Jesper breathes, “You’re losing your novelty, y/n--he always learns to harden himself against anything bright.”

The words leave me even more tired. “I don’t think I’m particularly bright.”

“Kaz does,” Inej replies, “And it has nothing to do with ‘novelty’, Jesper’s just cynical when he drinks.” I don’t know if I believe her, but I like knowing that Inej thinks that. “And Kaz can’t harden himself against you, and he hates that.”

I press my lips together, straightening my spine. “I’m not that great, and whatever Kaz does or doesn’t harden himself against doesn’t affect me at all.” My nails press into the plush seat. “I don’t even know why we’re talking about this because whatever he does or doesn’t feel doesn’t matter to me.” I force myself up, doing all I can to seem perfectly calm. “All I care about is going to bed.”

Turning my head, I start to approach the door. Kaz has been strangely cold all night, and while I’m used to his moods, he hasn’t exactly directed them at me so fully since the day he caught me waiting for him to wake up after he almost died. If he wants to go back to how it used to be, then it can. Maybe I’ll care in the morning, when the growing weight of my eyelids is no longer a distraction.

“Sometimes the two of you confuse me,” Inej begins, “And sometimes I see you try to deal with emotion and I see the common ground.”

The words leave me cold. I don’t think being compared to Kaz is an insult, not when there’s so much it could mean. He’s much more complex than he wants to be. There is goodness within him, gilding the parts of him that are more shards than anything else.

I exhale, refusing to turn. Inej is too observant for her own good. “There is no emotion.”

“I’m not going to waste my time arguing over that because I know it’s a waste of time.” She pauses and I consider turning around in hopes of reading something less honest from her expression. “I’m just telling you as a friend that one of you needs to be mature and talk to the other tonight before the tension gets worse and that it’s not going to be him.”

She’s right. I exhale, “Do you think I should let him go?” Even just saying that leaves my heart aching. I know instantly that that’s not what I want, but it might be what he wants--it might be the best option. I might have the strength to let him go if I work at it. “I don’t--that’s not what I want and I’m not sure I could, but maybe that’s selfish of me.”

“Y/n.” I turn slowly, but I purposefully avoid her gaze, keeping my head down. “I know that I’ve known Kaz longer than you, and I know that when he’s getting along with you he’s,” she trails off, uncertain, “More him, in a good way.”

My heart swells, and with that comes feelings of panic. I never wanted to change him--to make him better or worse or anything; all I’ve ever wanted is to know him and to maybe help him with his burden. And to hear that maybe I’ve done that from someone so close to him--someone so observant and aware. That’s everything. And that terrifies me. Nothing good can last; nothing that seems to be all you could ever want actually is. I know that from life before the Crows, before I ran away from the castle I called home.

“I think he does the same for you.” I’ve never really thought about Kaz’s effect on me outside of the fact that he makes me feel warm in small moments and painfully seen in large ones.

I smile because she’s trying and she’s given me something. “I’d say I’d tell you when I make my decision, but something tells me you’ll know.”

She nods, expression shifting to something kind. “Goodnight, y/n.”

Jesper stretches out on the couch, settling himself comfortably, “Night, y/n.”

“Goodnight, guys.” I disappear past the door easily, heading towards my room.

I haven’t decided whether or not I’m going to look for Kaz tonight. How much damage could be done in one night? Maybe he needs space. Maybe seeking him out now will make things worse. I exhale, opening the door to my room easily. I’ll decide before going to sleep.

When I step into the room, everything is in place. Everything is fine--but something about it feels off. The light is on. I didn’t leave the light on. Nothing else raises any red flags, so I continue into the room calmly, examining everything carefully. Nothing feels out of place as I further enter the room. I take in my bed, my dresser, and lastly my nightstand.

My heart swells all over again, but this time it feels even heavier than before. On the center of my nightstand, in perfect condition, is a copy of Pride and Prejudice. The same book I told Kaz about, the one thing besides clothing I took from the palace. I told him it was my mother’s favorite and then he asked me to read it to him.

I can’t picture him seeing this and thinking of me. I can’t picture him thinking of me--but no one else knew about my attachment to the book. I need to find him. I need to--to see him, to speak to him. To look him in the eye and see something I only ever see when we’re alone. Maybe he won’t have that look this time, but that’s okay.

I can’t expect to always understand him, but that does not mean I don’t know him.

The thought leaves me feeling a little more settled within the boundaries of my skin, but I don’t ease entirely. The good is more frightening than the bad. My fear of happiness is a benign secret I haven’t had to worry about in years. I don’t know enough about it to know how to deal with it let alone mention it to Kaz. Not that it’s his problem.

I squeeze the book to my stomach. Swallowing pride is a difficult thing, but I’m used to it with him. It’s usually worth it with Kaz because sometimes when I try he tries in his own way. I should find him. He’s not awfully creative about where he goes when he wants to be alone because people know better than to bother him. Kaz is probably in his attic or getting air outside or…

The lights were on when I came in. I’m an idiot. I didn’t feel weird when I walked into the room because of the book. Someone’s in here. He’s in here.

Setting the book down like I should have never touched it, I let out a sigh. “Lurking is unbecoming.”

“It’s also unbecoming to work for me and be so easily distracted by a book.” His voice reveals nothing as he emerges from the shadows. “I could have killed you with how long it took for you to notice my presence.” He pauses, eyebrows drawing together. “The light was on.”

Normally I’d have some kind of comment, some kind of joke that offers a more peaceful situation. “I know.” It’s a flat response. “I think on some subconscious level I knew,” I drop my gaze away from him, “I knew I was okay.” That sounds dumb. “I mean...I think I knew it was you so I knew I was okay.” Yeah, that wasn’t anymore eloquent. “That doesn’t make sense, but if you get to be confusing, I do too.”

“Confusing? There’s nothing to understand.” Curt. Simple. Dismissive.

I frown. ‘Nothing to understand’. Right, because there’s nothing confusing about how quickly he decided to dismiss me just to bring me some obscenely sentimental gift. “If you’re mad at me, you should at least tell me why.” I press my lips together. “At least that way I’ll know if I need to apologize or kick your ass.”

At that, he presses his lips together, corner of his mouth threatening to tilt upwards. “You would kick my ass?”

Great, even when he’s easing he has to be annoying. “I could.” There is no universe in which I could take him in a physical fight. “On a good day.” I let out a breath, doing all I can to not focus on his expression. Awkwardness settles in my chest as my eyes land on my bed. I sit down, trying not to let my shoulders slump tiredly as I stretch my legs across my bed. “You’re not having a good day.”

“My day is fine, I’m just not naively cheerful like you,” his words turn sharp, “Or Jesper.”

Weird addition. “Jesper’s not cheerful, he’s just drunk.” I let go of the ‘naive’ part, deciding to focus on the bigger picture. “And I’m not as naive or joyful as you think I am.” I’m not sure if I mean that as a rebuttal or just a fact. “I have bad days too.” This isn’t the kind of conversation I should have while this tired. “I could be less cheerful if you’d like.”

He’s so silent I momentarily wonder if he’s left. “No.” It’s not much, but I take it. Straightening my back, I pull my legs beneath me, intentionally creating space. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Ah, blatant rejection. It would sting if I was less in the right. “Maybe you’ll be less weird then.”

“I am not being weird.” At least I’m getting some kind of reaction from him. “You’re the one who--”

“Who what?” Finally--progress.

Kaz sighs, turning slightly. “You’re the one who decided to ignore me after we met with the contact.” I part my lips, ready to retort, but no words come. He did pick up on my slight annoyance, and he reciprocated it in a much larger way.

He can never know that this all came from some ridiculous, territorial--partial jealousy. “I didn’t mean to ignore you,” partial lie, “I’m just kind of in a weird place today, I’m tired.”

“Not too tired for Jesper, it seems.”

What? Is that what this is about? “What? All I did was sit there--he’s a touchy drunk and I just happened to be next to him.”

“You laugh with him,” he says this blankly, “You can touch him.”

The edge of unsafe territory cuts into me at an odd angle. Is this about him? Is he really tormenting himself over something so asinine to me when it comes to him? I’d rather have him than all the physical touch in the world. The book on the nightstand feels closer to me, growing by the prospect of its significance alone. That gesture, that’s more intimate than anything Jesper and I did downstairs.

“So?” I straighten my back slightly. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

He presses his lips together. “That’s the problem--anyone can manage meaningless contact…” The silence is louder than the words that came before it. Oh. I guess I’m not the only one who gets just a little jealous in an unwarranted way. “What if you were hurt? What if you were hurt and we were alone and you needed someone to help you and I couldn’t?” He lets out a sigh, a sound too tired for me to associate with him. “You say you don’t care now, but you’ll grow tired of it--the only life I can offer.”

Inej’s words about the similarities between Kaz and I echo in my mind. “Sometimes I don’t like when things are going well because I don’t know how to be truly content, fully happy.” Saying this twists my stomach. “I don’t know how to trust good things, so whenever there are good things I think about all the ways I could ruin something and then I do.” I take a breath. “I’m not saying that things are particularly good for you or that you’re happy, but I am saying that maybe you shouldn’t think three steps ahead when there’s nothing to think ahead about.” I regard his expression carefully, but nothing has changed. “I told you the only thing I want is to know you, and that’s not going to change.”

“Y/n,” his voice is low, “I am not rain--I can’t promise you anything.”

I scratch my knee, dropping my gaze. “For once I don’t want rain.”

Kaz sighs. “Get some sleep.” Something about the way he’s speaking is authoritative but it lacks any weight. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I frown freely, “Kaz--”

“You look tired,” he mumbles, “You need rest.” He’s using this as an excuse to escape his feelings, but he’s already given me more than I expected. Greed ruins things, but then again, so does selflessness. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“For the job?”

Something strange crosses his features as his expression teeters on shifting. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he repeats, a little more certain.

The response doesn’t satiate me. “Kaz--”

“I may not be the rain, but I’m capable of making promises as well.” There’s something final about the way he says this, but it doesn’t feel cruel.

Maybe I’d protest if my eyelids were less weighted. “Goodnight, Kaz.”

My head falls against the pillow. I’m not sure if he replies, too lost in the drawl of sleep before he can even close the door.

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manonblaqkbeak · 3 years

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Dating and Goodreads

Back for Day 8-Blind date (how the hell do u guys come up with good title fics i struggle so bad lol). I wasn’t really going anywhere with this one, but when i read all of the others and saw how fun the fics were, i decided to finish this one.

also for Summertime and Fresh Strawberries, I deliberately left it blank but I can’t hold onto the secret bc two people were curious as to what happened, so i’ll let the rest of you know that aelin and rowan decided to keep summer and be a cute little family, bc im a sucker for happy endings lol (unless its angst, it’s safe to assume that all my rowaelin fics have happy endings bc they’ve all ready been thru so much and even in alt fics i need them to be happy lmao)

anyway, on to the next one. hope you enjoy!

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Aelin was a confident woman, something that she was proud of. But that didn't mean that there weren't times she didn't feel self-conscious or awkward and full of doubt.

Because right now, all those negative feelings were swimming inside of her.

And those feelings were just magnified today, especially since she had gotten fired only a few hours beforehand. It was utterly unexpected, she had never received any prior warnings, and while she was a fighter, Aelin didn't feel like stepping into the ring for this one. Not when her boss was a demon from hell that made life unbearable and she had to physically push herself into entering the work building.

Aelin told herself that it was for the best. She was miserable there and hated working in an office typing up the worlds most boring reports and working in a space that was entirely too drab.

But she wasn't looking forward to job hunting. Aelin was aware that she could ask her friends for favours, but if Aelin did something wrong, she didn't want it reflected back onto whoever helped her.

And she was still a little peeved over the damned argument she had online again with that haughty prick on Goodreads. Aelin wasn't sure why those arguments kept going, but each time she would post a review, White Tailed Hawk would respond, telling her that she read the book wrong and this and that and blah blah blah.

Aelin repaid the favour each time, telling him how he was wrong and he had no reading comprehension skills. And on and on it went until Aelin or whoever the fuck that guy was went back to their own lives.

Depressingly, it was the most fun she had some days.

Shaking her head, Aelin forced herself to think of the now and not of her shitty day. Still she sighed, not quite believing that she had agreed to this blind date. Couldn't believe that she had let Aedion convince her it was a good idea.

Aelin had said no at first, after Aedion had voiced his offer, and her cousin left it at that. But days went past, and he would bring up the topic of Rowan, about the things he had said that day, how his dry sense of humour took some time to get used to but once you figured it out, he was actually pretty funny, how he had finished a project perfectly and this and that.

But it got to her, annoyingly. So the other day when he was helping her out with some housework that was a two person job, Aelin told him to set up this date. Aedion cheered as if it was the best thing he had ever heard, telling her how she and Rowan were the perfect match for each other.

Aelin rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything of the assessment.

She had only agreed because it was getting frustrating being asked at every family event if she was dating someone, when she was going to give her parents grandchildren (that question pissed her off the most, as if Aelin was nothing but a birthing machine and that was all Aelin could contribute to society), and who was going to look after her when she was old if she didn't have children (because apparently carers didn't exist).

Aelin was also lonely—she could entertain herself just fine, but she did like the idea of coming home and talking to someone that could respond. She loved Fleetfoot and her enthusiasm when Aelin came home, but human companionship would be nice.

But Aelin didn't have high-hopes for this date because the universe liked to kick Aelin's ass from time to time, she suspected that they were going to hate each other.

Taking a deep breath, Aelin got out of her car, smoothed down her romper and went inside the restaurant, head held high.

X X X X X X

Rowan couldn't believe that he was about to go on a blind date. That Aedion had convinced him to go out with his younger cousin. He hadn't dated anyone since Lyria and he knew that his dating skills were going to be rusty as hell. He had been with Lyria since they were nineteen, married at 23 and divorced at 31; he had been single for the last two years.

It had been...fine, a little strange, after being with someone for so long to find himself a bachelor. Rowan never thought that he would apart from Lyria, but their relationship had just faded. Long before the divorce, it had been more like a housemate relationship than a marriage. He wasn't surprised when his ex-wife had come home after work with divorce papers. He had only stared at the paperwork for an hour before he signed the forms. Truthfully, Rowan was just glad that he was still on good terms with Lyria, that they could still talk to one another from time to time.

Rowan had almost called her earlier today, to ask how the hell dates went, but felt that it would have been crossing some invisible line, so he didn't call and instead had Googled the questions instead.

They didn't really help.

Rowan drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, telling himself that if things went wrong, then it wasn't the end of the world. That if he had to be a bachelor for the rest of his life, then that was fine. He had plenty of ways of keeping himself busy—he had a good career, a nice house, plenty of books to read and to argue online about them with.

He had one earlier today, actually, with Queen of Wildfire about a new release that Rowan had eagerly read within days of its release. And once again, he ended up with an argument with the woman about the messages and themes within the book.

It was stupid, he knew, to be at his age and to be fighting online with a stranger, but something about this woman just had his fingers flying over the keyboard.

Some days he looked forward to it, as embarrassing as that was to admit. He didn't really want to look into himself to figure out what it all meant.

Eyes drifting to the dashboard, Rowan realised that his date was about to start. Popping a mint into his mouth and smoothing out his clothes, Rowan took a deep breath and left the car and went to his first date in twelve years.

Hopefully, it wouldn't be too bad.

X X X X X X

The date had started out a little awkward, but that wasn't a surprise to Aelin, because what blind date started smoothly?

It picked up after Rowan admitted that he was divorced and that he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do. Aelin appreciated that stark honesty and admitted that she too had no idea what to do.

Since then, the conversation went well, the food was good and Aelin had even swiped a few bites of his dinner because it just looked so much better than hers. Rowan had playfully grumbled underneath his breath, but smiled as he said it.

It was going really well. Maybe the universe had decided to give her a break for the rest of this evening. There was a part of her that maybe wondered if they would have sex, because the man did look fucking fantastic, but at the same time, she didn't want to rush anything in case this actually turned into something more.

“What's the dumbest thing that you've done recently or in the past?” Aelin asked. There was no such thing as small talk between them—Aelin had all ready asked if he believed in aliens and was glad when he said yes, because “it's ridiculous to think that we're alone in this wide universe of ours. It makes sense that there'd be other lifeforms out there.” Which was pretty damned close to Aelin's reasoning as well, so asking him about stupid moments felt like nothing in comparison.

Rowan smirked at the question and took a moment to think before answering. “I engage in online arguments.”

“Really? About what, exactly?”

“It's stupid. But my all my arguments occur on Goodreads of all places. Not Facebook, or YouTube, or Twitter, but Goodreads. It's never anything insulting but just arguments about how wrong some people's in depth reviews are.”

“Fair enough,” Aelin said, “I've been known to do the same thing as you. There's this one user on there, White Tailed Hawk—a stupid name if you ask me—and he just never...” Aelin stopped when she noticed that he stopped eating and was just looking at her weirdly. “Rowan? Are you okay?”

“Do you, by any chance, go under the name of Queen of Wildfire?”

Aelin blinked, and then blinked again, and once the pieces fell into place, she knew right then and there that the universe really hated her. She let out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing throughout the space. Aelin wasn't really sure what to say, because it was true what he said; it had never been insulting, but ending up on a date with the man she had regularly arguments with was just...she had no words, other then, “It really is a stupid name.” She took a sip of her wine, needing to do something other than wanting to bang her head against the table.

“I couldn't think of anything else to write.” And it wasn't also his favourite animal, he had told her that earlier.

They lapsed back into the awkward silence of earlier, both picking at their food.

But Aelin didn't want this night to go to waste. “It'd be stupid to let something as small as this get in the way of whatever this could be,” Aelin said, deciding to be blunt.

Rowan nodded. “It would be. Although I have to be honest, you really have no idea what you're talking about when it comes to Call of the Wild Winds.”

Aelin just about stormed off when she noticed his playful smile, his eyes sparkling bright. Laughing, Aelin threw a bread-roll at his handsome face, and once he caught it and split it in half for them to share, they went back to their earlier conversation.

And when Rowan walked her to her apartment door and kissed her on the cheek goodnight with a promise to text her later, Aelin couldn't help herself by telling him that all his opinions sucked and that he had no idea what he was talking about—all with a big smile on her face as Rowan sputtered as she closed the door on his face.

They spent the rest of the night texting, and all of Aelin's earlier woes faded away. And she looked forward to tomorrow, despite the horror of job hunting. Maybe the universe will finally let things turn around for the better for her.

Aelin went to sleep with a smile on her face, all because of White Tailed Hawk.

And on the other side of the city, Rowan also fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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Settled - A Sequel to The Future

pairing || Din Djarin x fem!Reader

summary || A glimpse into domestic life with Din.

word count || 4,238

warnings || soft smut, food consumption, pregnant reader, domestic fluff, Din Djarin is the best dad in the universe but we already knew that, Uncle Paz Vizsla bc I’m shameless

a/n || Listen... soft domesticity with Din was something I didn’t realized I needed in life until writing this, so I had so much fun. Thank you to the anons who sent the requests that inspired this!

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Translations: riduur - spouse buir - parent mesh’la - beautiful kurshi’ika - little tree cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart

It was the kind of morning people wrote poetry about, line after eloquent line about how the sun broke over the trees in brilliant streaks of orange and pink backed by the symphony of cheerful bird chatter, how the steam from your coffee mug curled through the air in a lazy pirouette, how each sip you took as you read by the open window filled you to the brim with a warm peace that rivaled any other. That kind of tranquility was something you had craved, but never thought you could actually have for yourself.

You were never more glad to be wrong.

Every promise Din made to you, he followed through on. Ma’ira was small but beautiful, covered with lush forests and dotted with turquoise colored lakes, and the second you landed on the planet you just knew. Something about it all felt right. It didn’t take long to find the home you now lived in with your riduur, an almost cottage-like home on the outskirts of town, far enough away that Din felt comfortable enough to strip away his armor more often than not.

It had been a strange adjustment. Din wasn’t used to the possibility of being so open. You weren’t used to the possibility of staying put. But the biggest adjustment of all was the swell of your stomach when you first moved into the house that the two of you had turned into a warm, happy home. Din, being the overachiever of the century, somehow managed to knock you up right on the first try. To say that the both of you were surprised would be an understatement. You expected to have more time, to be able to spend however long it took to find the absolute perfect place to settle down.

In more ways than one, you were beyond glad that your lover was such an overachiever. You would have overthought it all; which planet was the best to settle down on, whether or not the house you chose was the right one, if your town was safe enough. The kiddo growing in your belly like a weed forced you both to make a decision in a timely manner and now you had an incredible husband, a perfect daughter, and another warrior growing strong in your belly.

At two years old, Willow was a bright, vibrant little girl who also managed to create mischief anywhere her little feet could carry her. And with all of that endless bounty of toddler energy? Yeah, you needed those calm mornings as a reprieve from her energy, as much as you loved her

It was the rumble of her bare feet on the wood floors that drew you from the novel in your hands, her wild mess of brown hair the first thing you saw as she clambered in your lap. Her arms wound around your neck as she pulled you into a bear hug, practically choking the life out of you in her excitement.

“Good morning, Willow,” You said as you shifted her weight away from the swell of your belly before brushing her curls out of her face. “How about we go wake up your buir, huh? I think he’s gotten to sleep in enough this morning.”

Willow’s eyes lit up at the mention of her father and she nodded emphatically, already ready to poke at her father until he woke up like she did every morning. You made your way into your bedroom with her on your hip and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight your husband made. Din was still dead asleep, his face buried in the crook of his elbow, the stark contrast of his tan skin against the white sheets made even more striking by the sunlight flooding through the windows. Just like his daughter, his hair was a curly mess atop his head.

You gingerly set Willow down next to Din and she crawled over to kneel at his side and pry his arm away from his face. It woke him up immediately, you could tell by the slight curve of his lips despite his still closed eyes - a game he played almost every morning with his daughter. Next came the poking at his cheeks, then his eyebrows, and then his lips - where Din grabbed her hand and pretended to gobble her up.

“Papa!” Willow squealed, devolving into a fit of giggles as she tried to squirm away. “Mama, help!”

The second you leaned over to try to scoop her up, Din pulled you down onto the bed on top of him and pressed a kiss to your lips, always careful not to put pressure on your stomach. You shifted to lay next to him, propping your baby bump on his side to relieve the tension. Sat there in that bed, your husband rubbing your belly with one warm hand and your toddler jumping and tumbling around the pillows, her peals of laughter echoing off of your bedroom walls… well, it brought you more peace than any early morning sunrise or good book could ever bring you.

“Good morning, mesh’la.” Din murmured against your temple where he pressed a kiss, his voice rumbling low and sleepy. “How’s the book?”

“About halfway through, it’s a good one.” You loved the interest he took in your little hobbies. The newest book in particular was the fourth in a series Din had gotten for you. He knew you liked to read while you breastfed and was more than happy to provide you with as many books as possible. “The little one is kicking up a storm, though. He’s killing my bladder.”

Din hummed as he slid down to speak right into your belly. “Be good to your mama, little one.”

He kissed your baby bump, leaned up to kiss your lips, and then stood to stretch his arms high above his head with a strained groan. “Come on, kurshi’ika, let’s get your hair fixed.”

You smiled at the nickname, watching Din carry his little girl to the bathroom. He may be an intimidating Mandalorian, a big and bad ex-bounty hunter, but he was the softest, sweetest dad you had ever seen. With a low groan, you eased yourself onto your feet and busied yourself with preparing breakfast, and by the time Din emerged from the bathroom with Willow, you had yogurt and a pile of sliced strawberries ready for her.

Sitting down to eat meals together was something you cherished. It felt like a completely different life, back when you and Din would have to sit in separate rooms to eat to protect his creed, back when everything was so complicated. Now Din would share small bites of his own meals with Willow, he talked through mouthfuls of food hidden behind his hand, he cleared the table once all of you were finished. Yet another new side of your soulmate that you had the privilege of seeing.

It didn’t take long for Willow to finish her breakfast and ask to be let down to play. It amazed you how much energy such a small kid managed to contain, watching her zip around the living room without pausing to take a breath. You couldn’t help but laugh as Din tried to keep up with her. Not long ago, you would’ve been right there on the floor with them, but now that pregnancy had shifted your center of gravity and had your back and feet aching constantly, it was too damn hard.

While Willow was lucky to have a dad who had no qualms with crawling around on the floor with her, even he couldn’t rival her energy. Din dropped onto the couch next to you with a long drawn out sigh, watching with raised eyebrows as his daughter shot around the room.

“How does she do it?” He chuckled, shaking his head. You hummed in lieu of an answer and leaned your head against his shoulder. Just like with your first pregnancy, you were tired more often than not and Din’s warmth was like a heavy blanket that could only lure you closer to sleep. Din pulled you closer to rub your belly. “How are we going to do it? With two?”

“If we can handle bounty hunting, we can handle two kids, my love.” You murmured, your eyes falling closed as you relaxed against him.

“Bounty hunting was less scary.” Din said with a huffed laugh and yeah, he wasn’t exactly wrong. But as terrifying as parenthood could be, watching Willow grow and learn made everything worth it. You could see pieces of both of you in her; she had Din’s hair and your eyes. She had her father’s attitude and your perfected puppy-dog eyes. She had her father’s grumpy face and your laugh.

Even so, she was becoming her own person the more she grew. Every annoyed huff, every little pout, every time she jumped out from behind the couch or bed to ‘scare’ one of you, it became more glaringly obvious just how lucky you both were. The little one growing strong in your belly would only add to that luck, you just knew it. Even when your bladder was being used as a trampoline, when the exhaustion got so bad you had to nap in the middle of the day, when the nausea overwhelmed you, there was an underlying tone of luckiness.

Three quick knocks had you easing yourself off of the couch despite Din insisting he could get it. If you stayed on that couch curled up next to him any longer, you would fall asleep and you knew it. A warm rush of air flooded against you when you opened the door and you smiled brightly at the man in front of you.

“Paz! It’s good to see you!” You said as you pulled him in for a hug. “Come on in.”

The second Willow saw him, an excited cry of “Uncle Paz!” echoed through the living room as she scrambled to give him a bear hug. Paz was the one who made you realize that your husband wasn’t an anomaly among Mandalorians - you knew they cherished children, that raising them to be strong and healthy was the foundation of their culture, but you hadn’t realized just how gentle they were with the littlest ones. If anyone had told you before all of this that you would see Din Djarin and Paz Vizsla sitting on the floor and happily playing along with a tea party for a two year old and her stuffed bunnies, you would’ve laughed at the very idea.

But now it was a weekly occurrence, one that you would cherish the memories of for the rest of your life, and you couldn’t imagine life any other way.

“Are you sure she’s ready, cyar’ika?” Din murmured as he watched Willow debate which stuffed animal she should bring with her.

“I definitely think she is. Besides, Jaina and Paz are only a few miles away. If she changes her mind, we’ll go pick her up.” You rubbed his arm reassuringly. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Just nervous.” He grunted.

Willow’s first overnight away was something you both agreed on, but that didn’t mean neither of you were anxious about it. Paz and his wife were the only ones you trusted enough and Maker knows that they didn’t mind helping. You were all family, after all.

“She’s going to be with them while I’m in labor, she needs to be comfortable if she has to stay overnight. But we can put this off a bit longer if you want.” You offered, but he shook his head. No matter when Willow went to spend the night with her Uncle, it was going to be nerve wracking and you both knew it.

You knelt next to Willow and helped her zip up the bag she had stuffed full of toys. “Okay, Willow. Are you excited to stay with Uncle Paz and Aunt Jaina?”

Willow nodded emphatically, bouncing on her toes and struggling to keep her attention on you in her excitement, especially when she saw her dad walking over to crouch down next to her as well.

“Be a good listener for Paz, okay kurshi’ika?” Din reminded her gently and Willow nodded again before hugging him tightly. The worry on his face eased as he held her close.

“Bye, Papa.” Willow chirped before turning to hug you as well. “Bye, Mama. Bye, Baby.”

The kiss she popped against your belly choked you up and you almost wanted to wrap her up in your arms and never let her go. Oh, your sweet, precious little girl. So excited to be a big sister, already so loving to a sibling that wasn’t even born yet.

You watched her hop along after Paz and as he strapped her into the seat of his speeder, always overly cautious about the strap placement of her harness, but Paz was a quick learner. All it took was that one time of showing him exactly where the chest clip was meant to be and stressing the importance of it, and the man had it down expertly.

You expected the house to feel smaller, empty without Willow’s high peals of laughter and exhaustive energy, and while that thread of nervousness at being away from your child still held true, the idea of getting to relax with your husband without any real obligations was… nice. Different, but nice. You sat down heavily on the couch, that heavy exhaustion creeping over you to weigh down your eyelids the moment you met the cushions.

It was the feeling of Din’s hands rubbing the tension from your feet that woke you sometime later. His attention was on the television across the room, some rerun of a trashy holodrama playing at a low volume. You smiled sleepily at him. So handsome with his fluffy, unkempt hair and the stubble he hadn’t bothered shaving in the past few days. You reached out to graze his arm with your fingertips and Din smiled before he even looked away from the screen.

“How was your nap?” He asked quietly, a soft fondness on his face.

“Good,” Your voice was rough with sleep. You wiggled your toes against his hand. “This is better, though.”

Din chuckled but complied, those strong fingers of his digging into the arch of your foot and pulling a pleased hum deep from your chest. The man had hands like magic. It was something he loved to do, taking care of your body aches and tense muscles, especially when you were pregnant. He was the one who put you in that state after all. He felt it was his responsibility to take care of you, however you needed.

The tightness of your muscles slowly relaxed with each kneading pass of his fingers, his hands slowly making their way up past your ankles, working through your calves and your knees. He pressed feather light kisses to your calves as he worked his hands, shifting so he could lean over you and slowly work himself up your body. Din knew exactly what he was doing, could tell by the way your contented little hums morphed into pleasured moans.

A grin found your lips when your heady whine was met with a low, needy groan. Din nipped your inner thigh playfully and looked up at you with those bright eyes. “What do you need, Din?”

“You.” He leaned up to press his forehead to yours. “Just you.”

“You have me.” You whispered, your heart pattering faster in your chest. It had been far too long since you could just let loose with him and enjoy each other without having to think about anything other than the feel of each other’s bodies. “You always have me.”

Din kissed you, one hand propping himself up next to you and the other gripping your chin to tip your head back. A shudder rocked through you at the feeling of his tongue dipping to lick at your lips. You pulled away to pat his cheek, a breathless laugh falling from your lips.

“Not on the couch,” You said. “Take me to bed, riduur.”

Your husband helped you to your feet, ushering you ahead of him with one big hand smacking and grabbing at your ass as you laughed at his antics. Before you were showing, Din would’ve had no issue shoving you down on the bed and going to town on you, and while his touch was still firm, he was gentle. Beyond careful.

He had you stripped in no time, your shirt and shorts flung somewhere unknown and uncared for. The warmth of his hand at your waist made you shiver and press closer; the skin on skin of his chest pressed against your back was addictive, left you keening for more, for any other gentle touch he would grace you with. It was a kiss to your neck that came next, followed almost immediately by the drag of his teeth against your pulse. His fingers knotted in your hair, angling your head to give him better access to the corded muscle of your neck that he loved sinking his teeth into.

The stuttered cries he managed to pull from you were like music to Din’s ears. Every single sound you made for him… fuck, they were just as pretty as you. He pressed you forward onto your hands and knees, grinning at the way your fingers immediately curled into the sheets, and ground his clothed cock against your ass in a slow circle, relishing in the desperate cant of your hips in your search for more friction.

“So needy, cyar’ika.” Din murmured as he leaned down to kiss and lick and bite at your shoulder blades, his hand coming down to cradle your belly, feeling his child close and safe inside of you. “Such a good girl, huh? Always so good for me.”

“Please…” You arched against him with a whine, seeking his touch where you really, desperately needed it. The look you tossed at him over your shoulder was almost enough to break him. “I need you.”

Din popped the hems of his briefs with how quickly he ripped them off. He moved to kneel at the edge of the bed, ready to open you up for him, spread you out with his tongue and his fingers and let your pretty little moans soak into his ego and stroke his pride. Your foot shot out to stop him, damn near catching him in the ribs.

“Fuck, Din, I’m ready. I promise, I just need you, please -”

He eased your desperation with a hand at the base of your spine, shuddering at how much you needed him, his touch, his cock buried as deep as possible in your wet little cunt. Din’s fingers brushed your core gently, barely touching you to hear that needy whine one more time, before tracing your clit in practiced circles.

The arch of your hips deepened as you relished in the pleasure your husband sparked through your body, unable to curb the needy sounds you made. Sex with Din was always a good time, but sex with Din while you were pregnant was next fucking level. The doctor had told you it was because of higher blood flow and blah, blah, blah, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he was also just that good. You didn’t even realize you were begging at first, crying out a high, ‘please, please, please’ until you felt Din’s cock notch at your entrance, the hand he had at the base of your spine sliding down to grasp firm at your neck.

He pushed into you in one smooth, devastating stroke, not stopping until his pelvis was flush against. The groan he gave was one you heard time and time again, his voice reverent as if you were the goddess to absolve him of all of his sins, the one to save him and bring him to salvation. It broke you down and built you up in the same second, pride swelling in your chest at the pleasure you brought him, at the pleasure he brought you. Just the full feeling of his cock stretching you was enough to have you trembling beneath him, so that first slow stroke, the roll of his hips as he pulled away only to push back into you, it was devastating.

“Fuck…” Din’s head tipped back, his hips setting a steady, slow pace that still had you almost too full but still needing more. “So fucking wet for me, so ti-ight.”

You wanted to praise him, to tell him how good he felt inside of you, how his thick cock made you quiver around him, but your voice had disappeared, fizzled out with that first thrust. But you could show him. You pushed back against him to meet his thrusts, a cock drunk grin spreading across your face when Din’s pace stuttered at your enthusiasm. The muscles in your thighs and back were starting to ache with the effort of holding yourself up, but before you could find your voice well enough to tell him, he was pulling out of you despite your whined protest.

“Hush, sweet girl,” Din said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he eased you onto your side and settled behind you. “I’ve got you.”

Your leg was lifted to brace against his hip and then Din was thrusting back into you, his bare chest pressed firmly to your back. You leaned your head back against his shoulder as he slid his hand up your thigh and over your hip, desperate for the electric feeling of his practiced fingers against your clit. Instead, those teasing fingers trailed over your belly and up your ribs, leaving goosebumps in their wake to flush across your sensitive skin.

“Din…” You whined, sounding every bit like the needy, debauched little thing you felt. Din’s hand snatched yours up when you reached between your legs, only making you whine more.

“Use your words, cyar’ika.” Din murmured low in your ear. He didn’t miss the way his voice made shivers dance down your spine. “Tell me what you need.”

“T-touch me,” You managed to stutter out as you arched against him, angling your hips so that he hit even deeper and the head of his cock pressed against your g-spot. That tension ratcheted tighter in your belly and drug your desperation higher with it. “Fuck, please!”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Din teased and finally dipped his hand between your thighs, his fingers spreading you open and gathering up your slick to circle your clit.

A loud cry ripped from your chest, your orgasm quickly approaching under Din’s touch, combined with the stuttering breaths coming from your lover. He wasn’t lost on the pleasure he brought you, the feeling of your already tight cunt tensing around him, growing more wet to ease the way for him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” You huffed, hovering on the edge of ecstasy only driven higher with each stroke.

Din captured your ear lobe between his teeth and hissed one word. “Cum.”

You broke. Keened and trembled and gasped as he rocked you through your orgasm, only shoving his hand away when it became too much for your sensitive nerves. Three more thrusts into you and Din’s pace stuttered, his hand coming up to brace against your hip and hold you in place to bury his seed as deep as your body would allow him. You let out an exhausted, breathless chuckle - if he hadn’t already had knocked you up, that certainly would’ve done it.

The two of you took a moment. Soaked each other in as you caught your breath. Din barely moved, only shifting slightly to pull out as you whined at the loss, but he peppered lazy kisses on your shoulder in apology. In those moments, those hazy post-sex moments where you were both sweaty and sated and beyond in love, your hands wandered as did Din’s. It was almost instinctual, a need to check each other over and soothe any aches, any bites that were a tad too rough.

Din pulled at you with insistent hands, guiding you to roll over and face him so you could use his side to rest your belly on. As much as that helped to ease the ache your growing baby put on your back, it was just as much for him as it was for you. He loved supporting you, feeling you relax against his side, running his palm over your belly and tracing the stretch marks that signified all you did for him, for the children you bore and nurtured both as they grew inside of you and at your breast after their birth.

“Shower?” Din asked after an eternity of peaceful silence.

You hummed your agreement, shivering at the idea of those strong hands massaging your scalp and aching muscles. “In a minute. Just wanna feel you.”

And feel him you did. Din wasn’t the only one who loved to aimlessly trace his lover’s skin. His muscles twitched under your gentle touch, something that never failed to make you smile; he was so strong, so firm, yet a single caress was enough to have him shivering with a small delighted smile on his face.

The shower could wait. The rest of the word could wait. All you needed was Din.

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