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Until The Cops Come Knocking
Characters: Kevin Atwater x Black!Reader.
Summary:Â A simple house call turns into a pleasant surprise.
Warnings: Letâs see, just a smidge of spice. Fluffiness and flirtation included. There are a few sprinkles of profanity. There may be instances where you cackle loudly.
Word Count: 2,700+.
A/N: I know. Youâre shocked I took time away from my baby daddy, Rio. Itâs just something about Atwater and Halstead, though. Wait until you see what else Iâm cooking up for those two. I honestly couldnât tell you how this random idea came about. Thatâs the joy of being a Libra. My imagination just keeps going and going. ITâS LIBRA SZN BABYâïž! Enjoy my sweet lovelies.
Song Inspođ:
Boot-covered footsteps thumped down the winding stairwell of the run-down apartment building. The creaking door of the entrance swung open as both detectives released an exhausted and irritated breath. Both men took in their surroundings as they approached the large pickup truck they arrived in. Seeing nothing lurking about, Jay slid into the driverâs side as Kevin took residence in the passenger seat. The men released another irritated sigh before Halstead spoke, âThis damn case has us running in circles. There has got to be something weâre missing here.â
âThese dead ends are wasting valuable time. If we donât get a hold of things soon, this sick psycho will slip through our fingers. For all we know, he could be halfway to Mexico by now. None of these witnesses are going to cooperate.â
âWeâll figure something out. We just have to find a way to convince them we can protect them and their families from this monster. We should wrap this up for the night, though. Weâre both too tired to follow up on any more pointless leads. I say we head back to the precinct, check in with the team, and call it a night.â
The men agree itâs probably the best bet as Jay turns over the engine. As they begin the journey back to the precinct, a call comes in over the radio. There are multiple reports of a noise complaint about a party at a property in a neighborhood only minutes from their current location. Atwater shrugs his shoulders at Halstead.
âI mean, we are only five minutes away. Might as well check it out real quick.â
âItâs probably some spoiled-ass rich kid throwing a kegger,â Jay responds. âLetâs just get this over with,â he chuckles, shaking his head.
âItâs strange. This address sounds familiar. Have we ever answered any calls or done investigative work on this street,â Kevin questioned.
âI feel like Iâve been here with Haley or Voight, but I canât say for sure.â
Kevin gave him a slight head nod as his phone vibrated in his left pocket. Checking the notification brings a small smile to his face. Atwaterâs eyebrows twist in confusion as he reads the message. Jay glanced in his direction, laughing at his friend's facial expression.
âBro? Are you good? If you stare at that screen any harder, it may glitch,â he joked. âWhatâs wrong? Are you in the dog house or something? And please donât hit me with that, âwho says Iâm dating anyone nonsense.â The girls are on to you. Youâve been missing happy hour for months now. Giving us the excuse that youâre tired. Youâve turned down every woman within the last four months.â
Kevin ignored most of what Jay said, returning to the initial question.Â
âItâs this text, bro. Either words are missing, or Iâm being butt-texted. Is that even a thing,â he asked, still puzzled.
Before Jay could respond, another text came through. Kevin read the three-word text and guffawed. His tongue wet his bottom lip before the bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He was fighting the heat from the three words on his screen.
Mamasđ€€đđ«¶đŸ: need fuck daddy
Baeeeđđđ«¶đŸ: Oh! Thatâs how youâre feeling, mamas? I thought you were out with your girls tonight.
Mamasđ€€đđ«¶đŸ: M so tips feels so goods need daddyđ©đ€€.
Baeeeđđđ«¶đŸ: Drop your location, baby. Iâll come to get you. Iâll scoop you when I finish up here. Stay put, love.
Mamasđ€€đđ«¶đŸ:
âI see youâve deciphered the message. Whatâs up,â Jay asked.
âItâs nothing, dog. Itâs just a little inside joke. You wouldnât get it,â Kevin lied.
âYour reply sounds suspicious as hell. I would question it further, but weâve arrived at our destination.â
âDamn! You can hear the music from the gate entrance. Donât they have security? It is a gated community.â
âTheyâve visited this house twice already. They told neighbors to call the authorities a third time.â
âThis should be fun,â Atwater responded dryly.
Jay was the first one to approach the door. With a gentle nod, both men positioned their hands on their holsters, and Halstead gave a firm knock.Â
âSounds like a bunch of drunk women,â Kevin whispered quickly, releasing a small laugh.
âDear Lord. It sounds like weâre about to interrupt girls' night. Brace yourself, brother, if these women are as drunk as they sound. It could get a little handsy.â
âIf one finger lands on you. Uptonâs going to kill you. You have to stop falling for your coworkers, Halstead. You take the term work wife too seriously,â Kevin jokes.
The door swings open, halting Jay from giving a rebuttal. Both men angle their heads down, spotting a redhead who is no more than four foot eleven. Her gaze creeps over the detectives slowly as she mumbles, âGood Lord. Money well spent.â
Jay and Kevin look at each other, confused by her words. They identify themselves, but it goes ignored. Another woman joins the redhead. She appears to be Filipino and just as tiny as her friend. Kevin starts to identify himself, but both women turn toward the rest of the group.
The redhead purrs, âLadies, get your ones ready. The entertainment is here!â
Both detectives look flabbergasted as they try and correct them. The ladies are seriously inebriated. None of the words leaving the detectivesâ mouths are getting through. Red continues, âMs. Maid of Honor! Do us the honors and get the Bride-to-be ready for her lap dance!â
Her fellow tiny friend squeezes between both men, pulling them inside the house.
âWait a minute, sweetheart,â Jay tries to reason.
âHold on there, maâam. Youâre mistaken,â Kevin interjects.
Surrounded by a pack of drunk and lust-filled women, Jay attempts to talk over the boisterous crowd, âLadies! Letâs keep things calm-.â Heâs thrown off as someone grabs his ass. âCome now, ladies. Letâs keep things civilized and respectful.â
Kevin cackles as Jayâs face starts to redden. That is until one of the women starts running her hand up and down the veins of his forearm. The women begin catcalling them, going on about how sexy they are. âIf I wouldâve known they were sending strippers this fucking sexy. I wouldâve paid double. Cuff me, Mr. Officer,â the redhead panted.
Kevin stepped back and politely removed the thirsty womanâs hand from his person. He started to reiterate that they were the actual police. Those words stuck in his throat as he felt dainty arms wrap around his waist. As if that hadnât thrown him off guard, the unidentified woman began thrusting her hips, humping from the back. Just as he was about to turn around and reprimand the stranger, he heard a familiar voice. To Kevinâs surprise, he turns around to find you, his tipsy girlfriend smiling and slapping his ass. Jay looked at his friend in shock as his face lit up with laughter at your slurred words.
âThis ainât no strippaaa! Back off, you thirsty bald-headed hoes! Iâm just joking. Not really. This MY MUTHAFUCKINâ MAN! My man, my man, my man, my man! We go together. Real bad.â
âOkay, Yung Miami. You need a break from TikTok, baby,â Kevin teased.
Jay, assuming his friend was enduring harassment, attempted to diffuse the situation and calm you down. Kevin releases a deep chuckle, patting Halstead on the back.
âItâs all good, bro. Shortie can touch me however she wants,â he insists, licking his lips and staring at you with hungry eyes. âYou lit, ainât you, mamas?â
Halstead looks on in complete and utter confusion. âSheâs beautiful, man, but donât forget weâre on the clock. Voight would have our asses for indulging in this.â
Atwater smirks at Jay as he shrugs his shoulders. His eyes travel back to your face. Kevin reaches out, placing his hand on your waist. He tugs at you, pulling you into a quick peck.
âRelax, Halstead. Little mamaâs telling the truth.âÂ
Jay, looking at him puzzled, waited for Kevin to explain.Â
âHalstead, Iâd like you to meet my girlfriend. Weâve been dating for the last six months. Itâs an odd way for you to find out, but yeah. Jay, this my lady.âÂ
Embarrassed, you released a tiny giggle, burying yourself into Kevinâs side. Pulling back, you looked at him in a lust-filled, drunken haze.Â
âHiii baby,â you slurred, smiling ear to ear.
Kevin smiled back, biting his lip, âWassup, beautiful? Listen, we hate to break up a wonderful time, mamas, but itâs pretty noisy. As a courtesy to the neighbors, could you tell the crew to simmer down a little bit,â he said in that tone that always made you shiver.Â
âOkay, baby,â you smiled, nibbling your lip.
Atwater leaned in closer, whispering in your ear, âYeah? You can do that for Daddy?â
Releasing a shaky breath, you nodded yes in reply.
âThatâs my good girl.â
Jay looked at Atwater with raised eyebrows as you settled the girls down.
âVery impressive. Teach me your ways, bro.â
âNo can do, brotha. If itâs in you, itâs in you. Canât be taught, my man,â Kevin boasted.
You managed to calm the girls down. They all relocated to the kitchen to make a fresh batch of margaritas. Your best friends, who had answered the door, instructed you to find out if Kevinâs partner was single. They trotted off heartbroken after telling them Kevin had mentioned a girlfriend to you before.
You stumbled back to your chuckling boyfriend, who wrapped you in another bear hug. Pulling away, he looked at you like you had been caught red-handed.
âI know youâre the maid of honor, but did I hear the word strippers? Yes, Iâm almost certain thatâs come up several times since we arrived. You donât need all that swinging in your face. Come on, my little drunken love. Weâre taking you home. Your little ass is about to pass out. How much alcohol have you had?âÂ
âIâll go,â you stand on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, âIf you take me home and put me to sleep, just the way I like.â You finish, biting his ear playfully.Â
âThat can be arrangedâŠfor tomorrow. I want you sober, mamas.â
Kevin laughs at your drunken pout. âYouâll be out like a light before we make it to the house. Itâs going to be alright, love. Sleep it off some, and I promise Iâll break you off afterward.â
âLetâs go so I can get you back to your car, bro. Youâre not having sex in my truck,â Jay joked, but at the same time, he was serious.
âHalstead, be easy on the jokes now. Iâd hate to have to inform Hailey about the many times you got groped tonight.â
Kevin gingerly swept you from Jayâs truck, transferring you to his own. He managed to buckle you into the front seat and nearly made it out of the parking lot unnoticed. His head shot back with an exasperated sigh as the exit to the precinct flew open.
âNice try, Atwater. We want to meet your gorgeous lady friend Halsteadâs exact words. Better watch your girl, Kev,â Burgess taunted.Â
Hailey followed close behind, hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. âYou honestly think Jay was going to keep your secret? Not a chance, Atwater. Before you try to snitch, I already know how he was treated like a sexy piece of meat tonight,â Hailey sassed.
Kevin shushed the women and directed their attention to your sleeping frame. âYou two can give her the third degree another time. Iâm taking my little party animal home,â he whispered, looking at you with adoring eyes. âIâll bring her by the precinct to formally introduce her soon. Just not tonight, ladies.â
âBachelorette parties are the best. Iâm looking forward to mine,â Upton sighed.
âJay should be worried if Burgess is throwing it. Iâll see you two tomorrow. Let me get my sleepy baby to a comfortable bed.â
You had slept the entire ride to and from the precinct. Kevin carried you into his home, taking you straight to the master bathroom. You began to stir as he placed you on top of the vanity.
âHow long was I out,â you groaned.
âAbout an hour,â his lips brushed against your forehead. âDo you think you can handle showering on your own? Or do you want me to help you, love?â
âI want cuddles in the shower. Shit! I donât have my overnight bag. What about my hair,â you whined.
âYou gonâ be good, sweetheart. One second.â
Kevin started opening cabinets and sitting items next to you on the vanity. His face spread into a shy smile when he saw you holding back tears.
âWhy the watery eyes, mamas?â
âTwo things. First of all, sir. Bless your parents. Iâve never had a man love me this way. Baby, you went and bought all my hair care products.â
The both of you looked lovingly at the pile on the counter. Kevin had purchased every single product you had in your bathroom. Everything you usually brought with you lay there.
âWhat was the second thing?â
âIâm an emotional drunk.â
âYeah, I kind of guessed that,â he chuckled. âYou can sleep in my clothes. Iâd prefer you slept naked, but thatâs up to you,â he licked his lips.
âThat depends.â
âOn?â
âIf Iâve sobered up enough for you to slide up in it,â you purred.
âIâd say youâre thinking pretty clearly, love. Letâs get cleaned up. Iâm starving, and I got a taste for something sweet.â
âYeah,â you questioned breathlessly.
Kevin stepped between your thighs, kissing you hungrily. Releasing your lips a few moments later, his hand brushed against the outside of your shorts. âYeah. Itâs nice, soft, juicy, and delicious. You gonâ give me a taste, love?â
âStart the shower before I come all over this counter.â
Hours later, the two of you lay in bed panting and satiated. The room rested in a comfortable silence. Your head rested on Kevinâs chest as his fingertips drew patterns against your naked skin. His lips left a litany of kisses across your temple. He pulled in a breath before speaking.
âBaby girl,â he whispered.
âHmm?â
âMove in with me. I want to build a life with you. I know itâs only been six months-.â
âYes.â
âI wanted to ask you another question, though,â he playfully scolded, giving your butt a light tap.Â
You looked at him and smiled sheepishly.
âSorry, continue, baby. Either way, the answer is yes.â
âCool. So weâre getting married then?â
âYe-wait. What?â
Kevin flipped you both. Lying on top of you, he brushed the hair from your face.
âMarry me, mamas? I know itâs way too soon-.â
You kissed him to shut him up. It lasted long enough to calm his fluttering heart.
âYes.â
Without another word, he kissed you hard, stealing your breath. Tender touches morphed into desperate touches. In an instant, the room filled with pants and moans as he slipped back into you. Thrust mirroring thrust, as Kevin drove you to the brink of ecstasy until your tired body would no longer allow it. He littered your face with kisses as the both of you whispered words of affirmation until sleep claimed you both.
The aching in your bladder woke you as the morning sun crept into the bedroom. Not wanting to wake your sleeping giant, you wiggled free. Tip-toeing into the bathroom, you quickly relieved yourself and washed your hands. You unboxed one of the toothbrushes Kevin bought, quietly falling into your morning routine. Standing in the mirror brushing your teeth, your free hand brushed curls from your face, and you froze. The toothbrush dangled in your mouth as you stared into the mirror, shock written on your face. Hand frozen mid-air, you gawked at the beautiful diamond sparkling on your ring finger. You startled as a voice sounded behind you. Kevin stood in the doorway, muscles rippling, in all his naked glory, staring at you in the mirror. He walked up behind you, pressing his chest to your back, and whispered against your neck, âI always come prepared, baby girl. Notice itâs the correct size and the cut you like. Do I know my woman or what,â he bragged, finishing with kisses to your throat.
Throwing a finger in the air, you quickly rinsed your mouth and toothbrush. You placed the brush in the holder as you spun around, snatching Kevinâs hand. Pulling him back toward the bedroom, he questioned, âWhere are we going, love?â
âBack to bed. Iâm going to suck the soul out of you. Then Iâm taking my ass to the kitchen and cooking you breakfast in bed.â
Fuck I love this woman.
Hope you enjoyed it, my sweet babies! Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!
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@darqchilddaydreamz @4everbrookemarie @starrynite7114 @nightlywords7 @amorestevens @sunshine-flower @boomclapxox @astoldbychae
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Bsd men with a childish s/o pt. 3!
Sypnosis: How the people who are somewhat sane deal with you and your goofy goobers
Warnings: eyebrow less, wereballs, mentions of gaslight ING, mentions of turning into a gacha life demon form 2019,stealing glittery not pads, omori building reference, etc.
Genre: lowkey fluff, crack
A/N: bro this series is blowing up for real- Anyways heres part 2 andddd part 1!
Atsushi-
No guys hes not like you-đ
Sometimes he wonders if you were better suited with dazai then him (it's giving a certain emo Victorian kid kinnie)
But hey hey! Don't worry he will try to calm you down because he DOES NOT WANT YOU to follow dazai's steps! đđ
Dw atsushi! Reader is perfectly sane!!
He once came back to the agency from a mission only to see you see you eyebrow less
"Y/N! I am ba-AAAAAAAAAH-" "What, jinko, finally grew some wereballs"
HGYHFYG WERE BALLS-
Turns out you were cosplaying akutagawa and the eyebrowless thing was just a prank <3
Jizz man, give my pookie tiger
He's more scared of you then akutagawa đšđšđš
You sometimes feel silly so you gave him cat food for lunch beacuse dazai convinced you with some skittles (he probably stole them from ranpo)
"umm, y/N.. WHY are you giving me cat food?" "because I felt silly lol"
I BET HE WOULD EAT IT BECAUSE HE DOES NOT WANT TO WASTE FOOD-
Kyouka had to stop him-
I am pretty sure you two speak in kaomojis like--
But he enjoys your presence, it's nice to know that at least your happy,Perhaps he can protect you and your happiness if he tries....
Sometimes he wonders how you have so much energy to break into his home with hello kitty pins just to wake him up
And go to an amusement park..
There goes atsuhis wallet! đđž
I think atsushi genuinely likes your antics.. Sometimes
But he would definitely keeps you away from dazai so you two don't pour Elmer's glue into kunikidas hair :3
Gin-
Uh oh... Gin can you really handle reader-
OF COURSE YOU Can!! You can do anything hahaha... (please help I am being hold at gunshot by rea-)
Since she's really shy and all you speak for her though you jumble the words sometimes
"she asked for no pickles ya dumb yardđĄđ€Źđđż" *turns into a gacha life 2019 demon*
Although she can't keep up with your energy you always understand what she says in a notepad
You even stole bought her a glittered kuromi notepad for you twos personal talking!
Sometimes she sees silly doodles on the corners of the pages
Gin thinks its honestly cute
However if akutagawa founds out about your silly antics around his sister he's gonna give you a death stare
Gin haded to reasure him countless times that you won't eat her whole
I wouldđđđ
After she calmed her brother you always greeted him with "yo bro wassup >:3"
Bad ideađš
It's true your the person talking for her and all but she's gonna go full assassin mode if someone even tries to hurt you
THAT'S MY Girl!!!!! đđ€©đ„°đ *verlaine bcs he canonically trained gin I think
Anyways you and her share a cute Lil dynamic
Sigma-
T-that gif if him before finding out you were trying to eat the casino coins
"Y/N YOU CAN NOT EAT CASINO COINS" "why :(" "It's NOT FOR EATING" "why :(" "Well you ca-" ":c" "Why the sad face...wait did I shout too loud oh my god y/N I am so sorry.. You know what fine I will take you to the casinos play ground today" ":3"
Sigma.. That face is the face of someone who always gets what they want-đŠ
Also he sometimes questions how and why you speak in emojis like ":3" or ":("
Teach me your ways bestayđ
But please he's so insecure don't do that to my pookieđđ
He sometimes question if he has met your type before.. *flashbacks of Nikolai and dazai*
He's gonna go OUT of his way to keep you away from Nikolai bro
Sigma does not want to have a Nikolai dupe as his s/o
But still he might get a bit protective like "y/N be safe" "y/N don't go there" "y/N make sure to wear kneecaps before skating in the hallways of the casi- WAIT"
"don't worry I will be fine!" famous last words
*inserts omori reference here*
He's so tired bro but anything to keep you happy...
You somehow sometimes save him from Nikolai prank
But even so he tries protecting you...afterall no one wants to lose their only home.......
A/N: hope you enjoyed it! Sigmas one was my favorite :33 anyways I think I will do hunting dogs ver. If you guys want!
Divider creds: @junkyukim on pinterest
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Howl Little Sister: My big brother is the coolest Savanaclaw mage!
Cheka: No, my unc'a is cooler!!!
Note: To give yâall age references, Cheka is canonically 5 and Jackâs little sister is 7. Jack also has a younger brother (not featured in this particular interaction) that is 11!
M-Mentor L*ona... OTL
Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.
Tch, babysittingâs such a pain in the tail.
Laid across a warm rock, Leona yawned and grumpily flipped onto his side. He had hoped to retreat from the bustle of Family Day in his territory, but alas. Noiseâthose damn kidsâfollowed him wherever he sauntered for silence. Falling asleep in three seconds or under was a talentâbut for as talented as Leona was, he couldnât ignore the growing racket around him.
Cracking open one keen green eye, his gaze slid over to a pair of arguing children and the poor freshman hovering over them. Jack glanced between a wolf girl that wore a similar scowl as him and a lion cub with fluffy red hairâa prince.
Cheka was puffing up his cheeks and squealing, âNooo, Ojitanâs cooler!! He plays magift and he said heâll teach me how to play the next time he visits home!â
âWell, my big bro could outrun and outlift your uncle!! He gets good grades and he cares lots about me!! So he has strong muscles, a strong brain, and a strong heart! Those are all important for being a good mage!â
âOjitan plays with me tons when I come to NRC! He can make stuff go poof into sand just by touching it, so heâs kinder and stronger! He can also beat me and papa and Kifaji at chess, so heâs smarter too!â
âNuh-uh!!â
âYuh-huh!!â
âNuh-uh!!â
âSis, drop it,â Jack cut in awkwardly. He looked mildly uncomfortable, like a stiff cactus that had cropped up in a field of flowers. Intervention, Leona scoffed, is not his forte. âItâs not that important.â
âNo way,â his sister snapped, fiercely indignant. âIâm right and I know it!!â
âCan we at least compromise?â
âNO!!â both children shouted in union. On that, they could agree on.
âUrkâŠ!â Jackâs ears flattened in defeat.
From his resting spot, Leona chortled, and Jackâs ears automatically stood again, hopeful. âL-Leona-senpai, sirâŠ!â
âDonât bother, itâs a waste of your time and energy,â his dorm leader replied. âLet the tykes fight until they tucker themselves out. It builds character.â
âHuh?!â
âSee?â Cheka smiled and clapped excitedly. âOjitanâs so cool! He knows how to fix problems.â
âWhat part of that was âfixing' this problem? Nothing's fixed!"
They exploded into a fresh fit of arguments. Emboldened for their own cause.
Leona groaned, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. A migraine started to set in, wisps of a dull pain running along his skull. At this rate, he would never catch up on all his missed nap time.
Better settle this now then.
He begrudgingly pulled himself up, resting an arm on one leg, and raised his voice above the juvenile squabbling. It was low and spiced with sweetnessâjust enough to lure in his prey.
âJack,â Leona drawled, âI couldnât ask for a more model student. As your dorm leader, Iâm proud to call you my own.â
âWhat? Saying that all of a sudden⊠Where is this coming from?â
âIâm serious,â Leona insisted, a little louder than he had before. Smooth, resonant. Cheka and Jackâs little sister stopped and stared.
âYou⊠are?â Jack looked just as confused as the children did.
Leona nodded. âYou humble yourself, but your character is truly morally upstanding and straight as an arrow. You care so much for the kids youâll put yourself between them in an attempt to get them to hold hands and sing kumbaya.â
Leona held up both of his hands and sighed. âI concede. You have me entirely beat. I canât possibly hope to hold a candle to you.â
âEr, thatâs not exactly what Iââ
His dorm leader was quick to cut him off. âWhatâd I tell you? As humble as they come.â
Both Cheka and the young Howl appeared utterly entranced by the net his words had cast. It wad as easy as throwing a zebra leg to a pack of starving hyenas.
Leona smirked to himself and reclined back into his napping spot.
There, spat settled.
âHeâs right, my big bro IS super upstanding!â Jackâs sister declared, her chest puffed out with pride.
âI donât know what that means, but if Ojitan thinks your brother's that amazing, then he must be!â Cheka shuffled his feet, looking slightly downcast. âUm, sorry I was being mean to you beforeâŠâ
âHmph, itâs okay. That was before I saw how cool your uncle was! He knows how to command a room and when heâs lost to someone else. I understand why you were trying so hard to change my mind!â
"Whoa... He talked them into calming down and agreeing with each other..." Jack clenched a fist and grinned. âIt looks like thereâs still a lot I have to learn from you, Leona-senpai!!â
âYeah, yeah.â Leona waved a hand, dismissing him. âYou can start with learning to keep quiet while the kids have their precious play time."
"Yes, sir! I hope I can live up to your expectations of me!!"
"Me too, Ojitan, me too!!" Cheka added. He bounced on the balls of his feet, beaming as though he was the sun itself. "I'll work hard so I can be juuust like you when I grow up!"
"Great. Knock yourself out then. Now, if you'd kindly excuse me to--"
"M-Mister!!" The stammering voice came from Jack's sister. She shyly played with the fur on her tail, not fully meeting Leona's eyes. "I... I wanna learn from you, too!! Please teach me how I can be as cool as you and big bro!!"
"Classes aren't in session, and I don't do office hours," Leona snarledâbut all three of them were already regarding him with eager, shining eyes. The Howl siblingsâ tails, too, waggedâa telltale sign of their zeal.
So now there's three furballs barking at me instead of two...
"Rrrrrr... Family Day can't be over soon enough!!"
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MerMay 2022 Day Eight
Pier Pressure
Marvin glanced over his shoulder. Behind him were miles of empty ocean floor, sloping downward too imperceptibly for his eyes to see. He froze. Everything out here was so big. There were reasons he didnât like to leave his lake and rivers. But, sometimes, he had to, if only for a friend.
âCome on, bro!â Chase called, swimming ahead.
âComing.â Marvin shook his head and hurried after him.
It was evening. The sun was setting on the ocean, turning its surface into fire. Chase had taken him to a human pier, the sort with lots of boats docked off the sides and many buildings for humans to walk around and buy stuff from. Heâd shown up at the lake and said he had someone he wanted Marvin and Jameson to meet. Jameson had elected to stay behind, being a bit nervous about meeting new people, so Marvin had agreed to come so Chase didnât feel like his trip upriver was a waste.
The two of them broke through the surface, heads poking out of the water. Marvin glanced at the boardwalk, seeing a few humans walking around. âChase, you know I donât do well with large groups of humans like this,â he said. âWhereâs your friend?â
Chase was looking around. Not at the open water like Marvin expected, but along the line of boats. âHe should be...there.â He swam over to a white boat, which floated low to the water. Marvin followed, curious.
As soon as they reached the white boat, Chase reached up and knocked on the side. Marvin jumped. âAre you crazy?!â he hissed.
âNo no no, wait, this is who I want you to meet,â Chase said.
At that moment, a human appeared, leaning over the side of the boat. He looked a bit surprised, but smiled in a friendly way. âOh, hey, itâs you again,â he said. âYou have a different friend!â The human waved at Marvin. âHi. I think you guys can understand me. Iâm Ollie.â
Marvin said nothing. Instead, he slowly turned to look at Chase.
âWhat?â Chase asked.
âChase, this is the last thing we need right now!â Marvin said, splashing Chase with water. âI thought with TridentCorp out there weâd want to avoid the attention of humans!â
âHey!â Chase shook his head, sending droplets of water everywhere, and splashed Marvin back. âFor your information, Ollie is cool. Me and Jackie have run into him a couple times now, and he hasnât said anything about us.â
âThat you know,â Marvin emphasized. âI thought you said humans have aâa world web of some kind that we canât access!â
âWorld wide web, and itâs actually just called the Internet nowadays,â Chase said. âLook. I know itâs a risk. But we need more humans on our side than Stacy and her sister. Right now, all our allies are clumped up together in the same place, we need someone on the outside just in case.â
âUh...â Ollie cleared his throat, drawing the mermsâ attention. âI donât really know whatâs going on, but I get it if you donât trust me. I can imagine how bad humans have been to you guys. But, uh, Iâm good. I promise. I havenât even told my girlfriend about you guys. So...are we cool?â
Chase looked at Marvin. After a moment, Marvin sighed, and made a âgo aheadâ gesture. Chaseâs expression lit up. He turned back to Ollie and said, ââAre coolâ,â in the same human language.
âUh, what?â Marvin blinked. âCanât you speak that language perfectly?â
âWell, yeah, but itâll be weird if I just...suddenly start speaking fluent English,â Chase said.
âOh, okay.â Marvin nodded understandingly.
âHey, do you guys want some, like, French fries or something?â Ollie asked. âUh, some food? I can get some pretty quickly.â Both merms shook their heads in unison. âAlright. But you can always ask.â Ollieâs expression suddenly shifted. âUm...so, I think I should tell you guys something. Recently, thereâs been this weird...companyâwait, I donât know if you know what that means, uh...Nevermind, itâs not important. There are a bunch of humans going around and asking local boating companies like us to help join them in looking for some...âunknown ocean creatures.ââ
Immediately, Marvin and Chase stiffened, glancing at each other. Marvin nudged Chase, who nodded, and turned to ask Ollie, ââTridentâ?â
âWhoa, yeah!â Ollieâs eyes widened. âThatâs part of their name! TridentCorp. Theyâre a big, like, science place or something, but I looked them up online and they also run aquariums and boat tours and stuff. Theyâre offering a lot of money for boats to help them out. And, uh, all their talk about these âcreaturesâ was weird and vague and I was wondering if...well, if you guys know about them, then theyâre probably looking for you, right?â He shook his head. âMy boss wants to sign up with them, but Iâm not too sure, but if he does then Iâll have to join if I want to keep my job...I donât know.â
Chase gave Marvin a smug look. âAlright, alright, youâre right about having multiple humans,â Marvin admitted. âHang on a second. I think I have something that can help.â Luckily, heâd brought some magical supplies with him that he thought might be useful in meeting a new friend of Chaseâs. After rummaging in his bag for a bit, he pulled out a palm-sized bit of orange sea glass, worn smooth and circular. He held it up.
Ollie, confused, reached down and took it. âOkay. Cool. What is it?â
Marvin blanked for a moment, then turned to Chase. âTell them itâs a communicator charm.â
âOh, one of those!â Chase nodded. âHey, you canât tell him yourself? Your fancy magic is the reason I know English in the first place.â He shoved Marvin playfully.
âI canât do it instantly, Chase, a spell like that would need time and materials to prepareâugh, just tell them.â
Chase nodded, looking back up at Ollie. âOkay. âHold in hand. Tight.â Um...âThink about us, talk...we hear.ââ Marvin rolled his eyes at the way Chase refused to speak proper human.
âAh. So itâs like...mermaid magic, or something. Got it.â Ollie looked at the charm in the fading sunlight. He smiled down at them. âGot it. Iâll let you guys know if anything happens with this company.â
Chase nodded. Marvin exhaled in relief. Then he paused. âUm...Chase, what are...âVrensh vriessâ?â
ââFrench friesâ,â Chase corrected. He grinned. âTheyâre a snack. Wanna try them?â
Marvin paused. âI mean...I guess.â He tried not to look too curious.
âOh, so you guys want to take me up on that offer after all.â Ollie laughed. âAlright. Stay tight, Iâll hop onto the pier and get some for you.â
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Gah, I just can't get over the group I had for a discussion
"I was under the impression pharmacies get the pills in large amounts and then count them out into the pill bottles" after I mentioned that glass pill bottles would require more packaging... like yeah but the pill bottles don't spawn in the pharmacy, they have to get them somehow. And "how many people are recycling their pill bottles" I hope everybody? It takes two seconds and you don't even have to rinse them or anything? Just take your sticker off? I get being concerned about pill bottle waste and medical waste in general but like. That Is Not the biggest problem by a long shot.
"Yeah but then that takes a lot of water" about rinsing out laundry detergent jugs....... like maybe it's just a me thing but given I live in the midwest water is not my principle concern? I'd rather everything that's perfectly recyclable that goes through my house goes into the recycling bin, and that I do my best to make sure it will actually be recyclable and won't ruin the "batch" of recycling? Not that water conservation isn't important to me but I guess at some level I still don't really understand. Like I understand intellectually how water can be a finite resource despite the water cycle and I understand the concept of depleted groundwater being permanent because the pockets the air was in condense, but at some level I'm like "but the water cycle...." Also detergent sheets are expensive (at least i think?) and Also Also how is a bag of detergent pods better than the big container? is it just less plastic? Okay fine I get it, but is said bag of plastic more readily recyclable? Also I swear I like this person but it reeked of trying to sell us something....
Also that from the same person that said stopping use of cars altogether isn't practical like. Car use is a way bigger problem than any of those because even electric cars have all the same road problems. But like yeah obviously it's not practical and I don't think we'll ever "get rid" of cars (at least not anytime soon) but still, as a goal?
And Maybe I got a little bit too opinionated and Maybe I shouldn't have suggested cars when my opinion on them is so out there in offline spaces but when I started getting too adventurous with what our goal for our group exit ticket should be the pill bottle person suggested washing hands??? like my guy, this is an environmental science/geoscience course, our goal should be environmental?
Also we know disincentives don't work for reducing car use and there was an example of that IN SOMETHING WE READ FOR THAT CLASS because either people find a way around it that makes things worse or you just make them really mad, you have to make alternative methods of transportation attractive!!!! Also why THE FUCK did we go for tolls instead of taxes? Like yeah the money was (in this hypothetical) going to making public transit cheaper (just busses though, since that's all my city has), but tolls? When I ranted about this on a discord the following was enjoyed: are you dumb or stupid?
Oh yeah. and then when I was walking back to my dorm already Pissed The Fuck Off or at least Wired in that way and worried because I respect at least one of those people and I didn't want to be seen as The Weirdo (I hate when people get too opinionated in class discussions) and also I felt like I was being laughed at? idk man. some asshole was fucking riding his moped in a way that made it unclear where I was safe to go and some people came out of one of the buildings and told this guy on a motorcycle to "hit it" and revved it super loudly? that shit hurted by ears also youre not cool bro pretty sure that's bad for the engine
Also I probably won't get over it any time soon since I'm still annoyed about the thing that happened last weekend so whomst knows.
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hey sorry if this is so sudden but iâve been feeling so down lately and can i just get the turtles comfort reader (they/them pls) bc they think they canât do anything right? rottmnt as well pls
Of course! :) And I'm sorry you haven't been in the best place recently.. I hope the turtles and I can help ease your thoughts a little. Things will get better, and many things in your life will change over time - the bad is only temporary that way, even if it doesn't feel like it. Right now you're at your strongest, and I now you can and will get through it!
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(RoTTMNT) Comfort Oneshots X GenderNeutral!Reader PT. 1
Each turtle bro. will focus on something a little different, but overall still what you requested. I hope that's alright. ^^ These are slightly longer than my other posts, so these oneshots will be split amongst two posts. Leo and Raph are in pt. 1, Donnie and Mikey are in pt. 2!
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Content Warning: The topics discussed won't go into graphic detail, but if you feel like you would get upset by reading about topics dealing with depression or negative thoughts, please do not read for your own care.
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One-shots will contain:
Y/N - Your Name
Leo:
[Comfort for feeling inadequate, worthless, uneeded & request.]
- They were crying in Leo's bedroom.
- The perfect place, they thought, for some time away from everyone. Y/N knew they were supposed to just be enjoying themselves and having fun; but they couldn't stop that irritating feeling.
- Those reoccurring thoughts of not being needed. Or wanted. The possibility of screwing everything up, and losing everyone they cared about... and it would've just been a waste of their time. Y/N just wasting everyone's time.
- The last thing they wanted was to bring down everyone's night only because of the terrible mood they were in.
- So here they were. Tucked away in the corner of Leo's bed, hugging a pillow and crying. In the dark. While the others were out there completely clueless.
- At least, that's what Y/N thought.
- Leo comes in a few minutes later searching for Y/N, while making unintentionally insensitive and boastful comments about him being better (nothing directed specifically at Y/N, though).
- Hearing Leo's comments makes Y/N cry more, and the moment he sees them he immediately rushes to their side, trying to comfort them and apologising profusely.
- He had a full grin before, expecting Y/N to reply back with another joke, but seeing them like this hurt him in a way he hadn't really felt before.
- "Hey, hey," he reaches out and holds Y/N face. He doesn't force them to look at him though - he just wants them to know he's there. "I'm so sorry, please don't cry. You know... you're just as good of a player as I am - I didn't realise you were taking Mario Monopoly so seriously."
- They shake their head, breathing deeply as they try to calm down.
- "I'm not upset over Monopoly, Leon, but thank you."
- He's confused. "Then... then why are you crying?"
- "I've just been having a lot of... uh, negative thoughts recently."
- Y/N explains how they feel inferior to him and his brothers, but specifically to Leo. They see Leo as this 'flawless, charming, and a jack-of-all-trades' kind of guy. Even though he can be occasionally rude without realising it, he's still so loved by his family and friends.
- "You're just," their breath is shaky as they push their hair back. "...so perfect. You do everything right, and even the times when you do mess up... no one hates you. I feel like I can't do anything right - I'm awkward and can't tell my left from right occasionally. You're important and valued by those who care about you, you're talented and..."
- "...I feel like I can't compete. I'm nothing like that, and I'm so envious of you." Y/N confesses, wiping their face with their sleeve.
- Leo is stunned - he didn't know they felt like this at all. His eyes never leave Y/N - his hands slowly drifting from their face - contemplating on his next move.
- He's not really 'good' at this sort of thing, but because it's Y/N, he wants to do more than just listen. Leo cautiously takes hold of the pillow that Y/N was gripping onto, and places it beside him.
- Leo then pulls Y/N closer to him, hugging them tightly.
- "You're valued by me," he whispers to them. "What you can or can't do... doesn't define your worth. Nothing can really define that. You existing and doing your best is worth enough." Leo leans back and smiles reassuringly. "...And I mess up a lot, too. I'm imperfect just like you, and that is always okay. And you know I'm never wrong~"
- He chuckles as he presses his forehead against Y/N's, reaching up slightly so his snout touches their nose and rubs them together affectionately. Y/N smiles.
- "Thanks... Leon."
Raph:
[Comfort for feeling insecure about vulnerability, thinking they should be stronger/ move on & request.]
- Y/N was watching Raph train in the dojo, admiring his strength and skills from the sideline, perched ontop of some extra mats. They had to admit, that despite his size he was very nimble and fairly noiseless on his feet. His brute force was more than expected, though.
- The guy's built like a tank - It's a very dangerous combo.
- But compared to him, Y/N was pretty clusmy and much weaker than him.
- They do their best to ignore the thoughts that come to their mind, but it was of no use. They weren't strong enough to protect themselves, nevertheless them... what were they supposed to do if they needed Y/N's help? They felt inferior to him.
- But Y/N keeps smiling as Raph shows off.
- However, he caught on quickly - he's able to tell that Y/N's smile isn't 100% genuine. He stops what he's doing immediately and faces them.
- "Hey, Shorty. You got somethin' on your mind?"
- Y/N is caught off guard. "Oh, uh... no. It's nothing."
- Raph looks at them doubtfully. "Are you sure?"
- They nod, denying it in fear of being vulnerable and being shunned away for saying otherwise. Raph gives them one last look before going back to his training.
- Eventually, Y/N quietly retreats from the dojo and runs just a bit outside of the lair to clear their mind. Everything is good for a moment, but they soon start hyperventilating and panicking.
- "What am I doing? Gosh, you look so stupid right now, why can't you control yourself? Calm down... breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe you idiot." They grip onto their shirt, breathing deeply, but it only works them up more.
- It wasn't long until it became difficult to breathe - their chest was tight and their lungs felt shriveled up and blocked off, like they just couldn't get any air in no matter how hard they tried. Tears start falling down their face.
- Raph tracks them down quickly, thanks to his brothers. Deep down, he knew Y/N needed someone right now. Anyone.
- But he really wants it to be him.
- "No, no, you guys just stay here! Everything's fine, I just need to find them. We'll back in a minute!"
- The moment he sees Y/N, his heart stops. There's a deep, weirdly empty feeling of dread that washes over him. He runs to their side without another thought, and does his best to guide them through it. He holds their hands in his, and rubs the back of them with his thumbs, whispering to them.
- "Y/N... it's okay. It's okay." He lets go of one their hands and holds the side of their face. "You're doing great... can you try some breathing exercises with me? Everything will be okay, I promise."
- They're still gripping onto their chest, crying, heaving deeply and erratically as Raph asks this, but the only thing Y/N does is nod.
- "Good," he assures them, smiling. "Now... do your best to follow me, okay? First, pinch your nose and close your mouth, bite your lip if you have to. You're going to hold your breath for a few seconds to start."
- "Perfect - you're doing great, Y/N! Now, breathe in deep through your mouth," Raph does it with them, nodding. "Good, and release through your nose."
- Once Y/N was back to a regular breathing, Raph asks them to explain what was going on, and he wasn't going to take "nothing" as an answer this time.
- Y/N stares up at him, wiping their tear-soaked face, and reluctantly states that they were scared of Raph seeing them being weak and vulnerable, and wanted to be seen as "cool" and strong like Raph is.
- "I didn't want you to hate me..." they lower their head, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. Almost immediately, they start panicking again. "Wait, oh gosh," they heave in deeply as they try to focus on anything, raising their arms instinctively - their surroundings blurring together as their mind races. "No, I'm sorry... you can't see me like this, I'm going to mess things up again like I always do, I-" Y/N tries to run away as the tears build up again, but Raph grabs their arm and pulls them back.
- "Y/N".
- He is very, very gentle with them, talking to them in a low voice. But he wasn't going to let them keep running off and avoiding him.
- "Please look at me." They try, with some struggle. "You are not messing anything up. It is okay to cry, to be vulnerable, and openly express how you feel. I'm... worried to find out who made you scared like this. You don't ever deserve to feel like that, Y/N.
- And you are strong, Y/N - your worth is never going to be based on how much you can lift or break with your fists. Your strength may or may not be in physical strength, but you being here with me - right now - your existence proves you are strong," He brings them into a hug, embracing them snugly. "In a lot of ways, that is much stronger than any physical strength I have, and I am so proud of you."
- He holds their head against him, reveling in the feeling of having them so close to him. He closes his eyes, gently leaning some of his weight onto them.
- "Thank you, Raph."
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Thank you for requesting. :) I hope you enjoyed!
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Tianshan dating headcannons because i also love these two dumbasses too
Also dedicated to @el-mundo-real who requested tianshan headcannons đ€
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- Literally no one knows whether theyâre dating or not. Not even themselves because they donât talk about it
- Jian yi thinks theyâre dating already and Zhengxi says theyâre still getting there (somehow theyâre both right) and they make a bet
- He tian likes staying over at Moâs and heâs gotten pretty close to mama Mo
- Mama Mo teaches him how to knit !! He tried to knit a scarf for Mo but it came out a little messy and tangled. Mo still wears it anyway saying itâs a waste of yarn if not used (Heâs actually really touched)
- He eats dinner there about 5 times a week and sleeps over thrice a week. Heâs a permanent fixture in the house now, he has his own plate and mug, utensils, toothbrush, a spare key, and more than half of his closet migrated to Moâs closet
- Sometimes Mo âaccidentallyâ wears He tianâs sweaters and He tian dies a little bit every time
- Sometimes He tian deliberately wears Moâs clothes and itâs always tighter and a bit shorter on his body so when he moves his arms the shirt rides up. Mo guanshan shouts at him to change and to stop contaminating his clothes but his ears are red anyway
- They bicker A LOT. Over the smallest things because He tian loves riling him up and Mo gets riled up too easily
He tian, for the 7th time in 5 minutes: âWhat does this thing do?â
Mo guanshan, losing his mind: âTHATâS A FUCKING MICROWAVE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IT DO?!â
- There are times when homicide is the best option
Mo Guanshan: âI acknowledge that I can be mean sometimes-â
He tian, in the bathtub: âSometimes?â
Mo Guanshan: âShut the fuck up. So I brought you a bath bomb as a peace offering.â
He tian: âThatâs a fucking toaster.â
Mo guanshan: âExactly. A bath bomb.â
- Contrary to what his actions say, Mo guanshan is actually relieved that He tian spends most of his time in their apartment. He tian never told him but he can see how lonely the other teenager is
- Mo guanshan tries to teach He tian chores because He tian knows nothing about cleaning or doing everyday things
Mo guanshan: âHow the fuck do you not know how to wash dishes where the hell do you eat?!â
He tian, drinking milk straight out the carton: âObviously on plates, Momo. I just throw them away after.â
Mo guanshan, sputtering: âWHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU THROW OUT PLATES?!â
- The first and only recipe that He tian managed to cook successfully is instant noodles with boiled egg thatâs not quite cooked enough. Sometimes he brings Mo noodles as breakfast in bed and he looks so proud of it Mo has a hard time saying that the noodles are overcooked and that noodles arenât exactly breakfast food (he eats it anyway)
- Mo sometimes, only sometimes, brings He tian grocery shopping because he needs to learn how to buy food for himself. Somehow He tian always ends up in the miscellaneous section where he has a pack of ballpens heâll never use, 2 journals heâll also never use, a couple of scented candles, various dog clothes and leashes for the dog he doesnât have, a coupleâs mug, and a vase in his cart
- He tian stopped trying to barge into Mo guanshanâs bed and sleeps on the futon on the floor beside it. Itâs not the most comfortable and he had a hard time sleeping on it at first but he likes being in Moâs company even while sleeping
- Sometimes Mo would move in his sleep and leave his arm dangling on the side of the bed, He tian grabs it of course and Mo wakes up to sweaty palms. He still leaves it for a few moments before harshly slapping away He tianâs hand
- Moâs hands arenât smooth at all because of working all the time and practicing the guitar but He tian loves them all the same. He likes to feel the contrast in textures with his slightly smoother hands
- He tian has a thousand pictures of Mo guanshan sleeping in various angles and poses. He has his favorites framed and keeps it on his bedside table in his apartment so when heâs sleeping there he still feels like theyâre sleeping together
- Mo guanshan has a few of He tian sleeping but he swears up and down that he'll never do anything as disgusting as that. He makes one of them his wallpaper.
- Sometimes when they donât feel like sleeping yet they stay up talking and arguing about random things
Mo guanshan: âWhy would aliens be in space? The ocean is definitely the way to go.â
He tian: âBut why would they be in the ocean? Theyâll drown.â
Mo guanshan: âTheyâre aliens maybe they have gills or some shit.â
He tian: âIâm telling you theyâre not in the ocean, Mo.â
Mo guanshan: âAnd Iâm telling you youâre wrong, bastard.â
- On rare days they would stay up talking about their pasts and about life in general, with the lights closed and the only source of light is the moonlights from the window
- One of these nights, Mo told He tian about what happened to his dad and their restaurant, why theyâre in so much debt over it and He tian holds Moâs hand tightly throughout
- He knew better than to say that he could pay for that debt so Mo doesnât need to worry anymore (He still says it anyway and Mo blew a fuse) but he swore to help Mo through other means
- The next day he orders a whole carton of mangoes, apples and peaches in his apartment and learns how to peel properly through youtube and Zhengxi
- He goes to Moâs part time job in the grocery and helps him peel fruits, Mo guanshan doesnât mention anything when he notices the bandaids on the otherâs hands but he does cook him beef stew for dinner
- As expected He tianâs presence brings more customers and the manager asks if he wants to work there permanently but he said heâs only working for Mo so the manager can give Mo a raise instead
- Once, Mo got sick so he missed his part time job for the day (He was supposed to give away flyers on the streets) and got extra pissy because He tian didnât visit him and wouldnât answer his phoneÂ
- Apparently He tian took over his job for the day and he only finds out when he goes to the manager and the manager asks when his âboyfriendâ can come back to work again because the customers love him
- He tian almost never talks about himself but once he talked about the puppy who disappeared after he saves it and then found out that itâs still alive after all these years
- Mo keeps quiet about it the whole time he was talking and the next few days he takes time to knit a small dog plushie and leaves it on He tianâs futon
- He tian didnât cry, he didnât (he did), but he hugged Mo and whispered a sincere thank you. For once, Mo lets it happen
- Mo quickly regrets his decision when He tian names the plushie âChicken sandwichâ
- He tian brings Mo in a lot of not-dates (according to Mo) like arcades, ocean parks, festivals, and fairs because he didnât get to go as a kid and he wants to experience it for the first time with Mo
- They get crazy competitive in every game. Every. Single. One. If itâs a co-op shooting game they would compete on who kills the most enemies, if itâs a harmless crane game it becomes a competition of who can get the most plushies
- They both each have a photobooth strip. Mo keeps his as a bookmarker in a journal, and He tian has his in the back of his phone.
- They go on a double not-date with Jian yi and Zhengxi and it ends up in almost getting chased by a police car at 2 am in pokemon onesies and holding a bag of chipsÂ
- Sometimes Mo would visit his dad in prison and just rant to him about He tian
Mo guanshan: âThe nerve of that guy to do something like that in front of a teacher urgh.â
Papa Mo: âYour boyfriend sounds like a fun guy, son. I want to meet him soon.â
Mo guanshan: âBO-BOYFRIEND?!â
Papa Mo: âYes???â
Mo guanshan: âNo??? That bastard isnât my boyfriend??â
Papa Mo: âAre you sure about that?â
Mo guanshan: â...Yes?â
- Enter gay panique because he doesnât actually know whether He tian is his boyfriend or not
- They donât call each other boyfriends and they never talked about it so no??? But theyâre also not just friends so maybe??? Do they go on dates?? Can grocery trips be considered dates??
- He rings up Jian yi and the blonde just laughed for 5 minutes straight without stopping and he wonders how heâs still breathing
Mo Guanshan, after hearing Jian yi laughing for 5 minutes: âAre you fucking done?â
Jian yi, trying to catch his breath: âMan this is some top-tier entertainment.â
Mo guanshan: âWELL?!â
Jian yi: âLook bro literally no one knows whether youâre dating, fucking, planning each otherâs murder OR planning a murder together.â
Mo guanshan: âWhat if itâs all of the above?â
Jian yi: âThen congratulationsâŠ? Please donât murder me?â
Mo guanshan: âUrgh youâre fucking useless I should have called Zhengxi.â
Jian yi: âWait donât, I donât wanna lose the bet. How about this, thereâs a festival upcoming for couples and families, if He tian asks you then youâre probably, maybe, dating?â
Mo guanshan: âThatâs stupid. AND WHAT BET?!â
Jian yi: âAh woops gotta water my dog.â
- Mo tells himself that itâs stupid and thereâs no way heâs falling for that...but he feels disappointed anyway when He tian doesnât ask him the following days
- He tian asks on the last day before the festival, but he asks mama Mo first and Mo guanshan second cuz he wants to celebrate with both of them. He confessed that heâs never actually went to a festival with a family before so he was trying to build up courage to ask
- Mo guanshan is an absolute goner after that
- On the day of the festival, they find Zhanyi there on a date but decide to leave them alone. While they were leaving Jian yi kept throwing Mo guanshan so much winks that Zhengxi thought he got something in his eye
- The festival was fun but Mo couldnât take his eyes off how happy and content He tian looks
- Queue cliche fireworks scene but itâs He tian being amazed by the fireworks and Mo looking mesmerized at him thinking, âAh, I want him to look at me like that.â
- The next day, he drags He tian to visit his dad in jail
Papa mo: âOh this is a surprise, youâve never brought someone before?â
He tian, trying to introduce himself: âHello, sir. Iâm He tian, Mo guanshanâs fri-â
Mo guanshan, cuts him off: âBoyfriend. Heâs my boyfriend, dad.â
He tian:
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Kitty
Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x reader
â In which Kuroo finds himself just a little bit jealous of your cat
WC: 2.2k
A/N: Kind of cracky? Itâs a little odd, but I had a lot of fun writing it. Heavily based on my own experiences of cat ownership. I definitely wouldnât say Iâm back to normal writing or anything, but this is an idea Iâve been working on for a few days now in short bursts, and I wanted to share it bc I enjoyed it. Also, I know the pacing is weird, letâs just agree to roll with it.
âOkay, Mittens, here we are!â You announce to the cat carrier as you step into the living room. Tetsurou is right behind you, and he steps off to the side as you carefully set the carrier on the floor. He canât help but smile as he watches you stoop down and open the door, trying to coax the cat out into the room. He knows how long youâve been waiting for this.Â
Hesitantly, the cat pokes his nose out of the carrier and looks around the strange room, then takes a few more steps to give your fingers a sniff, finally butting his head against your hand. You scratch behind his ears, eliciting a grumbling purr. After four years of only seeing your childhood cat on breaks from school, today you and Tetsurou picked Mittens up from your parentsâ house. The extra weeks of searching for an apartment that allowed pets are all worthwhile just seeing the grin on your face.
âCome say hi!â You beckon suddenly, turning that smile to Tetsurou. He hesitates for half a second. Heâs met Mittens several times now, but he canât say the cat has ever had a particular affinity for him. He crosses the room anyway and crouches down, the movement causing the cat to turn from you and assess him coolly.Â
âHi, Mittens, remember me?â He extends his fingers, and the cat gives them a disdainful sniff before turning and slinking off.
âHe probably just wants to explore,â You chirp, jumping to your feet. âIâd better fill his food dish and make sure he knows where the litter box is!â Tetsurou nods and watches you scurry off, blissfully unaware of the affect this cat is going to have on his life.
It starts later that evening. The dinner dishes are drying, and Tetsurou wants nothing more than to curl up on the couch with you and watch mindless television. If heâs lucky, youâll even let him lay his head on your lap and run your fingers through his hair.Â
The two of you settle on the couch and scroll through Netflix in search of the perfect show. When youâve finally decided on something, Tetsurou tosses the remote on the coffee table and shifts closer to you just as Mittens jumps on the couch next to him.Â
âAww, câmere!â You pat your lap and the cat wastes no time accepting your invitation, padding across his lap to yours, kneading your thigh for a few moments before turning in a circle and curling into a neat ball. In no time, heâs purring away.Â
Tetsurou lets it slide for a little while, figuring the cat will soon decide to go have a bite to eat or use the litter box or whatever else it is that cats do, leaving your lap free for the taking. Itâs not that heâs getting impatient or anything, but when he shifts his legs to get more comfortable, his knee brushes the catâs back. With a startled sound, Mittens lifts his head and peers at Testurou.
âTetsu,â You murmur, elbowing him lightly, âCareful, youâll scare him off.â After another moment, the cat lays his head down again. He looks awfully comfortable there. Stifling a sigh, Tetsurou rests his arm on the back of the couch around your shoulders and leans his head against yours in resignation.
A few episodes later, you shift more upright and the cat stands, jumping from your lap and loping off in the direction of the litter box. âWell,â You chuckle softly, âGuess we should go to bed before he gets comfy again, huh?â You turn to Tetsurou, who immediately softens at the sight of your sleepy smile.
âSounds good to me,â He agrees a little too quickly, getting to his feet and pulling you up, too. He presses a light kiss to your lips before turning to get ready for bed.
Itâs only been a few weeks, and sharing a home with you is still new to him. Every night, he still feels a thrill of pleasant warmth just thinking of crawling into bed next to you. After a long day, thereâs nothing he loves more than pulling you close and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
Tonight, you lay nose to nose, chatting and giggling. Tetsurouâs hand rests on your hip, his fingers just beneath the hem of your sweatpants absently tracing against your skin. You reach out and rest your palm on his cheek, face scrunching into a grin as you lean forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He loops one leg across both of yours, enjoying the closeness. That is, until he hears a small meow and sees a pointy pair of ears pop up behind you. Mittens rests his front paws on your thigh, and Tetsurou isnât quite sure what to make of the look heâs giving.
âAw, come on, sweetheart.â You back away from Testurou, creating a pocket of space between you, and pat the mattress. With a satisfied mew, the cat settles in. Your hand has left Tetsurouâs cheek and is now resting on Mittensâ back.Â
âI think heâs settling in well,â You say softly, smoothing the catâs fur. Tetsurou can only nod. âHe had a chance to explore and check out the apartment, and it seems like he likes it,â You go on, a tiny smile on your face as you watch Mittensâ eyes slide shut in contentment, his purring building. âIâm glad.â At that, your eyes slide up to meet Tetsurouâs, clearly expecting him to chime in.
âMm-hmm,â He hums. âIâm glad, too.â He is, truly. Mittens makes you happy, so that makes him happy. With time, surely Mittens will warm up to him a little more. He scoots as close to you as he dares and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead before settling in to sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, he wakes up, bleary but just conscious enough to recognize that the cat is gone. As he slips back into sleep, he slides an arm around your middle and pulls you close.
The next morning, he wakes up to an empty bed. He has a vague memory of waking up just as the room began to fill with the first light and looking over to see Mittens pawing at your arm. You mustâve gotten up to tend to him.
As he slides out of bed, he can just make out the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the kitchen. Following his nose, he makes his way down the hall. He can hear you shuffling around and clanking dishes in the kitchen. That sound is all too familiar - maybe youâve gotten a head start on breakfast.
He thinks you must hear him coming down the hall, because you start talking. âWhoâs hungry? Hmm? Are we ready for breakfast?â Tetsurou all but bursts into the kitchen, half-expecting a spread of pancakes and bacon all ready for him. Instead, heâs greeted by you, scraping the last of a tin of patĂ© onto a small dish while Mittens watches, already licking his chops. You stand back with a satisfied hum, watching as the cat hungrily descends on the meal. Despite himself, Testurou feels himself deflating.Â
âHey Tetsu, youâre up! Wanna have something quick for breakfast before we go grocery shopping? I think thereâs some cereal left in the cupboard. Or toast, if youâd rather.â You reach for your coffee mug and peer at him over the rim, waiting for his response.
âIâll have the cereal, unless you want it,â He says finally, reaching for the refrigerator handle.
âAll yours!â You say brightly, then take a sip of your coffee. He pulls a mug from the cupboard and lazily sloshes coffee inside. âYou wake up on the wrong side of the bed?â You ask then, eying him critically.
âNope,â He manages a grin. âIâm fine, I promise.â You nod, but something in your expression says youâre not quite convinced. To his relief, you let it go at that.
That afternoon, Tetsurou is in the bedroom looking through his unpacked boxes one last time. In the shuffle of the move, it seems heâd gathered up some of Kenmaâs things by mistake, and Kenma has been after him to return them. Heâs collected a small box of things heâs come across that belong to his friend, and this afternoon heâs planning to drop them off. When he hears you call, he moves to the doorway to listen.
âCome on, where are you hiding?â Your voice is muffled. You must be across the apartment.
âBabe,â He calls back, âIâm in the bedroom.â
âCome out, handsome boy!â Heâs taken aback by the unusual pet name, but he shakes his head. You mustnât have been able to hear him.
âBabe,â He says again as he makes his way down the hall. âIâm-â He stops short when he finds you in the living room, on your hands and knees peering under the couch. âYouâre looking for the cat,â He says, shuffling a few steps backwards hoping the doorway would be so kind as to swallow him up.
You laugh. âTotally looking for the cat,â You confirm with a chuckle, âHeâs got a vet appointment this afternoon, remember? Somehow he always knows.â You stand up and go to check the kitchen, and just when he thinks heâs in the clear, you turn back with a smirk. âDonât worry, youâre my handsome boy, too.â
âShut up,â He ducks away, but you still manage to reach up and pat his cheek, chuckling as you walk past.Â
âAnyway, youâre leaving soon, right? Have fun at Kenmaâs,â You call over your shoulder as you continue your search. He goes back to the bedroom to grab the box of Kenmaâs stuff and catches Mittens slinking out from under the bed.Â
âGood luck, bro,â He says as he watches the cat slip out of the room and down the hall. Judging by the direction heâs headed, heâll be intercepted soon enough. âSee you later!â He calls out, shutting the door behind him just as he hears your cry of success.
Sitting in Kenmaâs living room, the conversation inevitably swings around to the events of the past few days. A polite question from Kenma leads to Tetsurou telling Kenma the entire events of the past 24 hours. If nothing else, heâs sure his friend will find it amusing.Â
When he realizes Tetsurouâs finished talking, Kenma lowers his phone, fixing his piercing gaze on Tetsurou. His lips tilt upwards in a slight smile before he says, âYouâre jealous of the cat.â
Inhaling a sharp gasp, Tetsurou frowns. âIâm not jealous of the cat,â He rebuffs quickly. Itâs absurd. Kenma raises an eyebrow. Okay, maybe heâs a tiny bit jealous of the cat. But is he going to admit it? Never.
âYouâll work it out.â Kenma assures him, the slightest hint of a chuckle in his tone. Tetsurou sighs. Some day maybe heâll learn not to be surprised by Kenmaâs astuteness.Â
he thinks it over on the way home. He just needs to get used to it, he decides. Heâs never had a cat before. Heâs gotten used to it being just the two of you. He and Mittens will get used to each other with time. Ridiculous as it sounds even in his head, heâll learn to âshareâ you with the cat.
When he gets home, he finds you in the kitchen. âHowâd the vet go?â He asks, glancing around. Mittens is nowhere in sight. He sidles up next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder. You lean into his touch, he notices with satisfaction.
âIt went well. Heâs staying healthy, even for an older cat.â You run your fingers down Tetsurouâs arm in a soothing motion.Â
âThatâs good,â Tetsurou murmurs. As if he senses youâre talking about him, Mittens walks into the room and then heads to his water fountain for a drink. You donât miss Testurouâs eyes following him.
âYou and Mittens arenât so different, you know,â You giggle. Testurou narrows his eyes at the cat, who shifts onto his haunches and levelly returns the stare. âYou both think youâre being cool, but you just want my attention.â
âPfft.â He waves his hand as though brushing off the idea. Â
âDonât play coy with me,â You insist, and Tetsurou sheepishly meets your gaze. âYou two are going to love each other soon,â You say confidently. âDonât worry, I have plenty of attention for both of my handsome boys.â You giggle.
âIâm never gonna live that down, am I?â He sighs.
âNope.â You pull him in for a kiss, lips curling up into a smile against his. âCome on, letâs go watch some TV,â You say, lacing your fingers with his and giving his hand a tug. âIâll play with your hair,â You promise, shooting him an all-too-knowing grin. Now, that he canât say no to. As you lead him out of the kitchen, he shoots one last smug glance in Mittensâ direction.Â
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youâre definitely flirting with me
âjason todd x villain!reader
second and final part to are you flirting with me. can be read as a stand-alone tho
navi | bat boys m.list | are you flirting with me
content â language, blood, mentions of harassment, mildly suggestive (use of the word âdaddyâ but ironically)
notes â i know that its literally been years and that i formerly posted a part two to are you flirting with me, but looking back, i didn't like how it turned out. i did find a fun drabble in my drafts with villain!reader as well, so i decided to rewrite it and use it as a continuation. i actually deleted the old parts personally, i prefer this version of the end!
"I'm in."
"Hot. You should be able to seeâ"
"Nothing?"
Silence.
"Is this your way of telling me you're visually impaired?"
"I will scoop your eyes out in your sleep."
"Please use an ice cream scooper. My eyeballs would fit so well, it would be so satisfyingâ"
"Harper."
"Okay, okay. What do you mean nothing?"
"By nothing I mean nothing, ball sack. The warehouse is fucking empty."
Frantic rustling of papers and violent knocking of objects could be heard on Roy's end of the line. Jason sighed, going to pinch the bridge of his nose before realizing he had a helmet on.Â
The whole situation was throwing him off his rhythm â that much was evident. The intel they had collected on the gang of criminals seemed too obvious, too predictable. Jason had his suspicions, but Roy was quick to shut him down. 'Dude, trust me,' he said. Famous last words.
A crackle of static sounded in his earpiece. Roy's voice urgent and choppy before completely dying out. Jason could only attempt to call out to his partner in the hopes of a full response, but his efforts brought no avail. That's another thing that went wrong today.
"Hey, sexy."
What in the fuck.
"Your ass looks great from this angle. The party you're looking for is in a bar on the other side of the city, by the way."
You couldn't actually see him, but he doesn't need to know that. It's just your thing to mess with him, and by the sounds of him cussing you out for hacking into his means of communication, it was working. It was amusing. He kept you entertained.
That was all you had to say to him for now though, so you bid him goodbye. The roaring of his motorcycle over his colorful language directed at you was the last thing you heard before you cut off and allowed his partner to get back on the line.
"Jaybird? You there?"
"Ah, you're back. I'm never trusting you with getting intel again."
"Whatever. Anyway, was that...?"
"Yeah. Y/v/n."
"Hm. I don't know what she's on, but you have no ass likeâ"
"And yet I have more ass than you, so shut the fuck up, paddle board."
âThat... That was a bit harsh, bro.â
Soft gushes of wind blew against your masked face. You shut your eyes, feeling the breeze and relishing in your little moment of peace. Lazily pacing, you hummed a random tune.
Your mischief and cunningness is something your alias was known for. Most often, it's a convenient trait to be able to slip around with ease and get the job done in a snap, but sometimes you get bored. It can be such a drag when nobody tries a confrontation with you. That's why you're so fond of the Red Hood. It's a shame that it's been a while since you've seen him around, so imagine your delight when you feel a familiar presence behind you.
You took a seat at the edge of the building. To anyone, you would've looked like you were having your main character moment, peacefully looking over the city if not for the small pile of bodies rotting away not too far from you. The dried blood on your attire and your fingers no longer irked you in the slightest. It's something you've gotten used to, which lead to your habit of picking the blood under your nails. Red gets annoyed when you do this â all the more reason to entertain your habit in front of him.
You let your legs dangle over the edge without a care. You didn't bother to greet the vigilante, who currently had a gun aimed at your back. Sigh.
âOh, I do hate the sight of blood.â
âWell then, maybe â just maybe â you shouldnât kill for a living.â
That got you to turn your head to face him. You cock an eyebrow â doesnât he kill for a living too? Sure, his victims are usually criminals and thugs while yours are people youâre paid to target, usually business owners and the occasional politician, but you digress. Details. The point is, he kills people too.
A few seconds of staring and prolonging the tension passed, and Jason weighed his options before eventually putting down his gun. He then opted to join you on the ledge.
âSo,â he started, âwhatâs your favorite color?â
Funny.
âSweetheart, if you thought youâd be able to keep me entertained with small talk... I think Iâd rather you shot me.â
You stood up from your spot on the ledge and leaned over the rooftop to examine your altitude. You grin to yourself.
âWhat are you doing?â
You donât answer. You want to see something. Instead you turn your body to face Jason and mockingly salute him before leaping off the building, though not before you heard him call out your aliasâ name and yell a panicked âWait!â
Immediately after you, Jason followed. You chuckled when you saw him get closer. You enjoyed fooling him around almost as much as you enjoyed fooling around with him.
With no time to waste, he pulled out his grappling hook, yanked your body by the waist, and zipped to the rooftop of the nearest building â one different from the last one you were on.
Jasonâs heaving chest radiated distress.
âYouâre fucking insane! You could have died!â
You stood in front of him, arms crossed and your stance relaxed. Nobody wouldâve suspected that you literally jumped off a building just a few seconds ago. Aw, you pout, he cares about me.
âWouldâve made your job easier. You know, you heroes are supposed to get rid of the bad guys.âThereâs humor in your eyes. Jason knows youâre enjoying this. He hates how much you enjoy this. âSo, whyâd you save me?â
âWhyâd you help me with my mission last time?â
Heâs deflecting. Cute.
âHey, I asked you a question first.â You know he wonât budge til you give him an answer. Heâs probably been asking himself that question since it happened. You mentally pout, aww he thinks of me. Sigh. Okay, fine.
âThe gang you were after just so happened to have given me a job a little while ago.â You recall some of the gang members attempting to grope you. Some unpleasant memories youâd rather live without. âPissed me off. Now your turn.â
Whyâd you save me?
A pause. He shifted to look to the side. Oh, this is interesting.
âYou could have died.â Ah, this again.
âWell, youâve died,â you remind him. âNot that it really stuck.â
He says your name â your real name. You wonder when he discovered your identity, but then again, youâre not all that surprised. Itâs him after all.
He can see your growing smile the longer he refuses to answer your question. He knows youâre already thinking of something, and still opts to ignore your question, allowing you to further indulge in your thoughts. He dreads you enlightening him; he knows itâs coming. Jason could not fathom how one woman could frustrate him so much.
âYou like me.â There it is, he thinks. Thereâs your stupid smirk and your dumb air of arrogance.
âCome on, just admit it, hot shot. You canât live without me.â Okay, maybe that oneâs a bit of a stretch (just a bit), but you stand by it nonetheless.
You grin wide as you approach him. Leaning slightly forward to grab Jason by the collar and pull him down to meet your eyes, you repeat yourself.
âYou like me.â Stated with more emphasis, like a significant fact that you try to drill into your head when studying for an exam.
âIâll shoot you.â
âPlease, daddy.â
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DaveFarts - Episode 10 âThe Elevatorâ [Episode List]
After visiting a friendâs house, Tim and the gassy-as-usual Dave take a really slow elevator together.
The Elevator
I took a quick sip of beer as our friend Adam left the living room to get another can in his fridge. What was left was a weirdly awkward silence and Dave, with his own beer, glaring at me.
âDude,â he whispered. âItâs been a hour. I thought you were gonna tell him.â
I chose Adam as the first non-Dave bud to come out to, but it ended up being surprisingly hard to do. Itâs not like Dave was forcing me or anything, or that Adam was a bad person; on the contrary, Dave was simply there with me as my emotional support in case things go south (but we both know they wonât) and Adam was, well, just Adam. Daveâs rightful reaction to me not coming out as planned didnât bother me and as I said he wasnât there to intimidate a confession out of me.
âLook, I donât feel ready, okay?â
âYouâve been talking about the weather for 20 minutes.â he hissed. âWhatâs next? Geology?â
I chuckled. âActually, this reminds me that they found this weird rock in South Amer-â
âI canât believe this.â
âWhatâs not to believe? You take a big shovel and-â
âAnd Iâm gonna dig my own grave if you start talking about rocks.â
I chuckled again. I know he wasnât really mad.
Annoyed? Maybe. But mad? Nah, thatâs a stretch.
He had all the rights to be annoyed though, but in the end it was my decision to make and he knew this.
We kept whispering as we heard Adam rummaging the fridge like some kind of raccoon longing for a cold drink.
âLook.â I said. âitâs late now anyway. Letâs just leave. Sorry I wasted your time.â
âFine.â he replied. âLetâs finish our beers first at least.â
âThat goes without saying.â and I took a long sip.
Truth is that I hadnât any real reason to hide my homosexuality from Adam or any other of my buds actually. First, weâre in our 20s, weâre all mature and open-minded here. And in the end, excluding the whole fart-thing going on with Dave, they were all like him, chill guys. Adam, despite always sounding like someone who wants to have none of your shit, or anyoneâs shit really, more than once proved that itâs just a facade and not-so-deep down heâs always ready to listen and back you up whenever you needed it. He did just listen to me talking about the weather for 20 minutes, so either heâs fascinated by the subject or knows Iâm trying to tell him something else and is just patiently waiting.
The thought of wasting both of my budsâ time in a way or another kind of bothered me to be honest, so I was more than okay with wrapping things up and just leave, which me and Dave did mere minutes later.
âSee you bro.â my bud said to Adam, standing by the door, as we went outside in the hallway, not far from the stairs and the elevator âTim wants to talk about rocks so Iâm taking him out of here before he kills you with boredom.â
âThe one they dug up in Colombia?â Adam asked, much to our surprise.
âYeah.â I answered. âThey know itâs andesite but it has some interesting carvings on the surface and-â
A startled âWhat the fuck.â from Dave echoed in the hallway and the entire apartment building.
âWhat the fuck indeed.â Adam uttered, rather excitedly, completely missing the point. âThis could change the archeo-history of the entire region.â
âI heard enough.â Dave said as he walked towards the elevator.
Both me and the other rock-enthusiast laughed at his reaction.
âBy the way, Iâm going to join you for a bit as I gotta walk the dog.â Adam remembered, reaching for a leash behind him.
âWeâll see you outside then.â Dave replied and then turned to me. âTim, elevator, now.â he ordered.
âYou sure, guys? You remember that thing is slow as shit, right?â
âWeâll be fine.â my bud said, patting my back. âI guess Iâll make Tim last longer then.â he joked.
âThat only happens when you call me âdaddyââ I joked back, as we walked towards the elevator, leaving our common friend behind.
âRrrright.â Adam said. âIâll get the dog while you two solve your sexual tension. See you outside.â
I pressed the button to summon the lift, Daveâs arm still around my shoulder as if he had something to show me. Truth to be told, I somehow knew where this was going.
As the panels of the door opened, we stepped into the elevator cab. I pressed the âGâ on the control panel. I heard a mechanical noise and the elevator started its long, slow descent (we were at the 10th floor), after the doors closed behind us of course.
It was a cold evening and the cab wasnât any warmer. I turned to Dave, who was wearing a dark blue hoodie and a pair of grey jeans. He looked at me with a smirk, hands in his jeans pockets; he raised his eyebrows and, without warning, a loud thunder echoed in that enclosed moving space.
The roaring fart had a slow start, with some interruptions, actually a sign for how big it was, but Dave, being an expert, quickly tamed the gassy beast and properly âtunedâ the sound of the blast after a couple of seconds, keeping a consistent pitch, while also making it sound loud and deep. It felt like he was ripping one of those huge âwhen the girl finally leavesâ farts, only, well, Dave-sized, which is always a sight to behold⊠hear? In this case there was no girl so he probably simply held all of his farts in to not ruin âthe momentâ, in case I wanted to come out back at Adamâs place (with beer acting as a bonus fuel).
A silly smile was drawn on my broâs face as the fart kept going strong and proud, sometimes reaching some incredibly loud moments. He chuckled a bit and even winked at me when the blast made some particularly âmeatyâ noises, if that makes any sense. The fart was impressive on his own but Dave âinteractingâ with me while still masterfully passing gas was incredible as well (and, of course, hot).
The number 6 on the control panel lightened up and only in that moment I realized two things: the first being that the elevator was indeed slow as fuck; the second is that around 40 seconds passed and neither Dave nor his fart âflinchedâ. I was widely aroused by that and I felt the air around us getting more and more âpollutedâ, but not in an unbearable way actually. The blast kept echoing inside the elevator and Iâm pretty sure that it could have been easily heard, albeit a bit muffled, by anyone taking the stairs.
Dave farted in my face many times, but no fart reached the length and power of this one, which is saying a lot. My budâs butt-burps normally last around 6-12 seconds and donât get me wrong theyâre amazing, but man, maybe this one rip would have been too much to endure even for me: it simply wouldnât stop. Itâs like there was a loud engine in the elevator which couldnât be turned off as I couldnât hear anything else.
I was instead the opposite of turned off and teasing bastard Dave Maning knew this and, as usual, had no issue with it. At this point it was a race between Daveâs longest fart and the worldâs slowest elevator.
We were now at the 3rd floor and my bud probably wanted to do a âbig finaleâ; he was visibly pushing the blast out now, as if he wanted it to last as long as possible, a smirk still drawn on his face. He closed his eyes and the sound made it look like another fart was ripped over the sound of the previous fart, as if two audio channels in his ass somehow overlapped. The sound was of course louder than ever; the smell now, and only now, getting a bit hard to get used to. But to be honest, Daveâs skills as a sound designer alone were impressive enough.
A big part of me, mainly the one between my legs, wanted to get on my knees and plant my face in his denim ass before the fart faded out, but I knew that would have been too much even for such a chill guy like him. Iâm sure he wouldnât hate me or anything at this point but we both know there are some untold boundaries and honestly itâs better this way. I know how lucky I am to have someone like him around (farts or not).
My farting bro probably read my mind as he slowly turned around and got closer, again without affecting the fartâs quality and, being a bit taller then me, basically farted on the upper part of my hip. It almost made my entire body shake due to its power and it felt good. Now I really wanted to bend down as if I was tying my shoes but what stopped me this time was also the thought of⊠not surviving. I was familiar with Daveâs farts but this was absurdly powerful even for him.
And finally, as Dave resumed his previous position, again looking at me, the fart stopped, followed by my friend letting out a relieved whistle, and then an immature cackle.
Not even 2 seconds after that the elevator reached its destination, stopping as well. I jokingly clapped my hand and shook my head in disbelief. âBravo!â I said, as if I just watched some fancy stage play.
Dave simply smiled and turned his back at me to face the exit, as we both waited for the just-as-slow panel doors to open.
âAt least not all the time here was wasted.â he laughed.
âBro, we had a beer together. Thatâs never a waste of time for me.â I replied.
âWow. Rocks, gay and cringe. You got it all, Tim!â he replied.
We both laughed at me being needlessly cheesy and finally stepped out of that gas chamber. Someone stepped in the cab as we left it and the doors closed, leaving us in the hallway at the ground floor. We heard muffled coughing noises almost immediately and we laughed again, as we knew the disgusting reason. Poor, innocent soul.
âOk but broâ Dave then said, looking a bit more serious. âYou gotta do it someday. Trust me you can trust all of us.â
âI know man.â I replied, as we walked towards the exit âNext time I meet Adam, doesnât matter where and when, Iâm gonna tell him that Iâm gay.â
My voice echoed in the building and through the stairs, but I didnât care.
âYouâre⊠gay?â
Okay, I cared.
We both turned around, puzzled.
It was Adam, right behind us (with this dog on leash), descending one last set of stairs before ending up in front of us. Somehow heâs been slower than the elevator, which both me and Dave found hilarious but I also had other emotions going on that moment.
Dave patted my shoulder encouragingly and stepped back: it was my time to shine.
âYep.â I simply said. âI wanted to tell you hours ago but I didnât have the guts to do it.â
Adam just stared at me with a confused expression.
I didnât feel as nervous as I anticipated. âYes, Dave knows itâŠâ I quickly added, noticing him staring at my other straight bud. âAnd I asked him to not tell anyone.â
A moment of silence followed and those always feel like they last hours.
âI mean you two clearly have been dating each other for yearsâ Adam joked. âSo itâs no surprise, really.â
âWHAT WE HAVE IS SPECIAL!â Dave shouted, jokingly faking a desperate reaction.
I simply laughed and before I could process how well everything was going I felt Adam doing something very unusual for him: he hugged me.
âIâm glad you told me, man.â he simply said. âYou know you can count on us.â
I know times have changed and all but this felt like a victory. Every time Iâm gonna come out to a friend of mine itâs one step closer to the peak of a mountain and once at the top I will finally-
âFuck, I forgot my phone.â Adam said, patting his pockets. âIâll just take the elevato-â
âNOOO!â both me and Dave screamed, knowing that it was still a deadly gas chamber.
Adam simply replied with an annoyed expression and went for the stairs, the dog just behind him.
âOh hey by the way.â I asked. âWhat took you so long? You said the elevator was slow but somehow we made it here before you.â
âDonât underestimate me.â he replied. âItâs just that I heard some weird noises echoing through the stairs and me and another guy tried to understand what it was.â
Dave tried to not to burst into laughter, while I simply smiled like an idiot. Adam and his dog then went up the stairs and left us in silence, not until my gassy bro decided to break it the way he usually does.
A loud fart erupted and echoed through the building, only lasting around 4 seconds this time.
âThere it is again!â we heard Adam say, a couple floors above us.
Me and Dave shared an amused look and went outside trying to not laugh like immature idiots. I felt the cold weather all over me, which was relieving considering the gas trap Iâve been trapped into only minutes earlier.
Despite a slow, yet really entertaining elevator ride, and my awkwardness, no time went wasted today.
âIâm proud of you, bro.â Dave said, this time serious, but still smiling.
âWow.â I replied. âStraight and cringe. You got it all, Dave.â and winked at him.
âDonât get too cocky now, rock nerd.â
I was rock-hard, to be more precise thatâs for sure, but that was a detail Iâd take care of later, perhaps thinking back of that absurd elevator ride. Whenever Iâm with Dave, Iâll make sure weâre never taking the stairs again.
End of Episode 10
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Little Red Lies - Chapter 1
Or, AUgust 2021 Day 10 - Fake Dating
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[Booked tckts yet? virge wants 2 check u still need 2 places 4 reception dinner]
Trash Rat 22:57
[cant w8 2 meet ur new ~date~]
Trash Rat 22:58
Roman stared at the messages for several long seconds, then groaned.
[Of course I booked tickets. Yes I still need the +1 seat.]
Roman 23:04
[cant believe u havent even sent a pic or yk a name]
Trash Rat 23:06
[no shame if ur still </3 ovr remy]
Trash Rat 23:06
[even tho its been 2 yrs now]
Trash Rat 23:07
[Of course Iâm over remy. Youâll meet my boyfriend when we get there. Heâs shy.]
Roman 23:07
Roman seriously considered throwing his phone across the room and booking a plane ticket to Alaska rather than Manhattan. That way, he wouldnât have to go to his brotherâs wedding and admit that he was most definitely single and most definitely not over his ex boyfriend (of seventeen months - two years was an unfair exaggeration).
[u kno virge h8s not knowing whos coming to his wedding right]
Trash Rat 23:10
[I know, I know, Iâll apologise as soon as we get there. Heâll be first to meet my bf, promise.]
Roman 23:11
[book ur fuckin plane tckts ro, I know u didnt do it yet]
Trash Rat 23:11
Roman threw his phone across the room.
It bounced off of his Heathers poster and landed on his desk, which was covered in scripts, textbooks, empty takeout containers, balled up bits of paper, crumpled drinks cans, and pens, and Roman buried his face in his pillow and groaned.
Ten months ago, Romanâs sister had flown down to Los Angeles, dragged Roman out of bed and announced that he was actually Romanâs brother. Almost sooner than Roman had been able to take this in stride, Virgil had added that he was marrying his boyfriend in December and would Roman mind being one of his groomsmen? While Roman was still reeling from the bombshell that was the fact that their gremlin of an elder brother Remus was Virgilâs best man, Virgil had leaned forward and asked if Roman was doing alright because he couldnât help but notice that his dorm room resembled âthe result of an explosive going off in a pigstyâ.
Roman had blinked dumbly at him, nodded, and then started pressing for details about Virgilâs wedding. Eventually, his brother had promised that heâd get Patton, his fiance, to call Roman to discuss every detail, from location to napkin frills, and Roman felt that he had managed to avoid the topic of how he was doing.
When he and Remy had first broken up, midway through last July, Roman had gone to pieces. He had spent the end of the summer holiday between his first and second years locked in his room and listening to the same few songs on loop until Virgil, who was three years older and had been packing his things to move into his new apartment, had put his fist through the wall between their rooms. Then Roman had put his headphones on. It wasnât Virgilâs fault that he was too uncivilised to appreciate the wonders of âMichael In The Bathroomâ, âSomeone You Lovedâ, or âImpossibleâ, after all.
Then Roman had gone back to university, where he had tried to drown himself in reading for his degree, and instead ended up sleeping through lectures after all-night crying sessions. He had tried to submerge himself in his essays and instead ended up daydreaming about his ex-boyfriend in study sessions. He had tried to get involved in theatre productions, but every audition had gone sour, and he often ended up thinking about the few times he and Remy had met up over the previous year rather than learning his lines.
Everyone had said that long distance relationships would be hard, but Roman, the romantic fool that he was, had insisted that they could do it.
They couldnât.
Eight months ago, nine months after the two of them had broken up, two months after Virgil had announced his wedding plans, Remus and his partner had flown into Los Angeles and tried to stage an intervention. This had involved Remus trying to seduce the campus security guard and almost getting reported to the police (Roman had always insisted that his mustache only made him look sketchy), followed by Janus sneaking past the pair of them and into the building. Remus had somehow managed to join him moments later, and the two of them had somehow made their way up to Romanâs floor without alerting anyone else of their presence.
Roman had been woken by a furious hammering at his bedroom door at a little after four in the morning, and had to wade through a mess of papers and laundry to find that the two of them had knocked on every single door on his corridor, unable to remember which was his. He had not been popular with his dormmates the next day.
Their intervention had involved sitting on Romanâs bed and sharing the leftover pizza that had been on Romanâs desk for the last three days, and telling him to wash the dirty clothes all over his floor. Then they had tried to persuade him to accompany them to a bar to hook him up with somebody, and Roman had quickly concluded that the pair was somewhat drunk.
He had vehemently refused, and when Janus had eventually rolled onto his back, dark hair dangling off the edge of the bed and onto the sticky patch of carpet that Roman had spilled soda on three weeks ago, he practically whined that Roman was being very difficult when all they were doing was trying to help him.
âTrying to help me? Youâve disturbed the people I live with at fuck-oâclock in the morning! I have class tomorrow!â Roman was sat at his desk chair, trying very hard to ignore the stack of textbooks he was supposed to have read and hadnât.
Remus rested a hand on Janusâ hip to stop him from rolling off the bed, and raised a lazy eyebrow at him. âCut the bullshit, little bro. We all know you havenât been to class in⊠How long, Jan?â
âTwo months, three weeks, and four days,â Janus sing-songed.
âHow the fuck do you know that?â It sounded about right, anyway, and Roman had a feeling that if he denied it this would just take even longer. He spun around in his chair and picked up a pen from his desk. âItâs my business if I donât go to class.â
âCalled my sister. Jannie takes all your classes, you knowâŠâ There was the sound of shifting fabric, and when Roman glanced back, Janus was sitting up and tucked under Remusâ arm again, looking very much as though Remus had just placed him there.
âYouâre right, Ro. Itâs not my business if youâre not going to class.â One of Remusâ hands trailed slowly up and down Janusâ arm, so casually Roman could almost believe that his brother didnât realise he was doing it. âBut it is my business that my little brother isnât taking care of himself anymore. You havenât answered my calls since before winter break. You obviously havenât been eating healthily - this pizza tastes like you fished it out of the garbage, by the way, and I would know - and you look as though you havenât seen the sunlight since last July.â
The assessment wasnât quite fair. Roman might have been skipping classes, but it wasnât as though he had just been lying in his room and wasting away! âI went to the gym last week. And I auditioned for the musical in March. Iâm fine, Remus! Can I go to bed now?â
âNo! Weâre going to a club!â
Janus had nodded enthusiastically at Remusâ words, then rested his head on his partnerâs shoulder as Roman shook his head slowly. âI donât want to go to a club. I want to go to bed. I have class tomorrow.â
âNope.â Remusâ hand rose to tangle absently in Janusâ hair. âWeâre going to a club, and youâre gonna find some hottie to fuck all the yearning for Remy right out of you. Then youâll feel much better!â
âYouâre pulling my ha-â
âFuck no. Weâre not doing that.â Roman pressed his palms into his eyes, then stood up and jerked his door open. âCan you go now?â
âGive me one good reason why you getting laid is a bad thing right now, Ro, and weâll leave.â Roman had gotten as far as opening his mouth before Remus interrupted. âSee? You canât. You need to move on, man. Clinging to Remy is clearly unh-â
âI have a boyfriend.â
â-ealthy, and- What?â
Maybe it was because it was four in the morning. Maybe it was because Roman hadnât been sleeping well anyway, and Remus had managed to step on the last of his fraying nerves. Maybe it was just because he wished it was true.
âI have a boyfriend,â Roman repeated, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the obvious shock on Janusâ usually impassive face. âThree months. Met just after term started. Itâs pretty serious, actually.â
âBullshit.â Remus looked half impressed.
Now it was irritation that flickered through Roman. Was it really so unbelievable that he could have found somebody else? âItâs not.â
âYou fucked yet?â
âRemusâŠâ There was a warning note in Janusâ voice, and Remus sighed.
âNone of my business. Got it. Do we get to meet him?â
âHeâs shy.â
âWhich is another way of saying he doesnât exist.â
âAsshole. Itâs another way of saying that itâs four in the fucking morning and heâs asleep. Youâll meet him at the wedding, anyway - Iâm going to ask him to be my plus one when Patton sends out the RSVP date.â The words had been out of his mouth before he had had time to regret them, and Roman had spent the last eight months trying to sidestep questions about his non-existent boyfriend.
He had later found out that Remus and Janus hadnât really come down to see him. They had gone to Los Angeles to celebrate their two year wedding anniversary and decided they might drop in while in the area. (Just because they had eloped rather than holding a big party, Janus had commented idly, didnât mean they couldnât celebrate it).
But now it was December, and Roman was partner-less and running out of excuses. His lie had gotten out of control, and he had ended up asking Patton and Virgil to include his partner in the guest numbers. He had invented dates they had been on for his mother when she had asked, and he insisted that his boyfriend was shy and had practically no internet presence anyway, so knowing his name wouldnât help anybody.
He could just say that the two of them had broken up and go home alone, of course.
But that would mean disrupting the meticulous wedding seating plan Virgil and Patton had been making for months.
Besides, Roman was fairly certain that nobody in his family really believed in his mystery boyfriend, and failure to produce one after months of insisting that they would meet⊠Well, he didnât want to open himself to that sort of ridicule.
Of course, it didnât look as though he had much choice.
He hadnât managed to make many friends at college.
In his first year, Roman had spent a lot of time trying to keep on top of his schoolwork and working toward the various theatre productions the school had put on; all of his free time he had spent planning dates for when he and Remy finally visited one another, or else video calling his boyfriend. There simply hadnât been time to make many friends during that.
His second year⊠Well, Remus had been right. He had spent most of his time in his room, eating junk food, watching sappy romance films, and missing Remy.
So far, he had spent his third year trying to bring his grades back up to something more respectable⊠And missing Remy.
He knew it was pathetic. It had been almost a year and a half since they had broken up, and he still missed being able to call someone to talk about nothing at all at two in the morning, missed planning extravagant dates, missed the feel of hands in his hair and lips on his.
At least his floor was cleaner than it had been last year. And he had eaten slightly less fast food this semester than the previous one.
Romanâs phone chimed again. With a frustrated groan, he made his way over to his desk.
[Looking forward to seeing you on Monday!!! <3 <3 <3 !!!]
Pops 23:25
Patton.
[Me too, Padre! Iâll bring some of that fudge from the shop you love!]
Roman 23:26
[eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee <33333333 Can you get some of the currents+salt? Vee loved it last time + I want to surprise him]
Pops 23:26
[Will do. Looking forward to seeing you too!]
Roman 23:27
Patton would probably be the most understanding if Roman decided to come clean about his lying - but Patton was the worst secret keeper Roman had ever met. He and Virgil had been dating for almost three years, and in that time the thin voice actor had managed to spill every single plot twist in every single show he had watched or acted in. Roman had no doubt that Virgil would know that he was bringing home fudge within the next hour. If he admitted to Patton that he had been lying about having a date for the wedding, Roman would get Pattonâs kind - if confused - reassurances, and half an hour later he would get the mixture of mockery and horrible pity that would come with the rest of his family finding out that he still wasnât over Remy.
Roman let his phone slip through his fingers and land on his desk once more. Three days, and then heâd have to come clean - until then, he could just avoid thinking about it. Collecting the overflowing basket from the corner of the room (he had been putting off doing laundry for a while now), Roman left his room and headed toward the buildingâs basement laundry room. Term had finished last week and it was almost midnight - he doubted anybody would be down there now. Most people had probably already gone home, or were making the most of the free time to go out rather than spend it doing chores.
The light was off in the basement when he got there, so Roman left it that way as he loaded his clothing into one of the machines.
Moving around in the dark was far more of a Virgil move than a Roman one, but he couldnât help himself. There was something comforting about the-
âSweet fucking Shakespeare!â Romanâs hand flew up to cover his eyes as light burst through the small room, quickly followed by the strong smell of coffee.
âSorry! I was unaware that there would be anybody in here.â As Roman dropped his hand, blinking owlishly in the sudden light, the newcomer made his way over to the machine on the far side of the room from him. âMost people prefer not to fumble around in the dark.â
Remus or Remy would have made some comment about how fumbling around in the dark could be quite fun really. Roman just shrugged. âItâs been a long day.â
He had expected the other man to say something; instead, silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of the powder tray being opened, filled, and closed again.
Roman didnât mean to stare, but he couldnât help it. He had seen the person in the room next to him only twice so far this term, and only knew his name because the mailroom was organised by room number rather than alphabetically, and the name Roman Prince was right next to Logan Ursa.
Logan looked more tired than he had on either of the other times Roman had seen him. There were deep bags under his eyes, the shadows almost deeper than Virgilâs had been at the height of his eyeliner experiments, and the black ponytail that hung halfway to his waist was missing, replaced with what could only be described as a thicket of tangled hair. It looked as though he had been outside even less than Roman had in the past few months: his skin was so pale it seemed to glow under the fluorescent laundry-room lights. There was a steaming mug and a thick book on the lid of the machine beside him, and Roman had the strong feeling that it wasnât the first coffee Logan had had that evening.
The washing machine Logan had been loading began to rumble, and as the other student straightened up and picked up his book, Roman made himself duck back down to finish his own task.
Heâd have to come back to collect his clothing later - Roman suddenly regretted deciding to get this done now, when it meant he would have to return at almost two in the morning, but there wasnât much he could do about it now.
âDo you want me to leave the light on?â He was more trying to make conversation than anything else: Logan was perched on one of the machines in the corner, nose already buried in what Roman could now see was a heavy medical textbook.
âObviously.âÂ
Yeah, he probably should have guessed that.
-
Logan was still in the laundry room when Roman returned to collect his clothing two hours later. He was still sat on the same machine, although now he was speaking into his phone in what sounded like rapid Italian. (It definitely wasnât Spanish: Roman was almost fluent in Spanish). (The languages were similar, but although he could guess at a few words, he had no idea what was going on). (Not that he was eavesdropping, of course). Loganâs hair was even messier than it had been before, and out of the corner of his eye Roman caught him jerking his free hand through it once or twice.
Roman pulled his now-warm and dry clothing from the machine and dumped it into his laundry basket, doing his best to ignore the way Logan was practically shouting behind him, but couldnât stop himself from startling at the wordless, frustrated yell that came from the taller man a few minutes later. He was halfway to the door, but paused and glanced at Logan, who was stuffing his phone angrily into the oversized hoodie he was wearing.
âEverything okay over there?â
âFamily stuff,â came the snappish response. Roman watched for a few seconds as Logan knelt in front of his own machine and began jerking clothing from it, folding pants as though he wished he were ripping them to pieces instead, then throwing several dark shirts over his shoulder and stalking over to one of the ironing stations.
âPretty loud family stuff,â Roman commented, then wondered why he was bothering. It had been clear from his first meeting with Logan that the other student wasnât there to make friends: Roman had been carrying a large cardboard box into his room the day he had moved in, and bumped into him in the hallway. Logan had looked him up and down, said something like, âKeep the volume down. Iâm here to work,â and marched past him as though Roman were no more interesting than a hat stand.
Sure enough, Logan didnât turn to face him, instead ironing a shirt in a manner that strongly hinted that he wanted to make it beg for mercy. âNone of your business family stuff.â
âAre you-â
âNone. Of your. Business.â This time, Logan actually did glance over his shoulder, and fixed Roman with a scowl that suggested that if he didnât drop it, his face was going to be the next thing under the iron.
Roman left quickly. He had done his best to be friendly, and if Logan wasnât interested, that was his problem. He didnât seem like the sort of person Roman would really want to be friends with anyway.
Loganâs haggard expression lingered in his mind as he made his way back up to his dorm room and began stuffing his now-clean clothes into his wardrobe. He should probably start packing - his suitcase was sitting open and empty against one wall - but he had plenty of time.
Besides, he was exhausted.
Roman had changed into a pair of sweatpants and gotten into bed by the time he heard the door to the room next to his slam shut. Clearly, Logan was still annoyed by whatever âfamily stuffâ had had him first yelling into his phone and then taking his frustration out on his laundry and somebody trying to be friendly.
How long could Logan hold a grudge? Was he the kind of person who would calm down after a couple of hours of sleep, or would whatever he had been arguing about be hanging over him for the next week or so? That would make the winter break uncomfortableâŠ
Or maybe he wasnât going home. He had looked pretty invested in the textbook he had been studying earlier, despite it being almost midnight and no longer termtime. Maybe Logan was going to stay in the dorms over the winter break and use the hours without lectures for private study.
That sounded like a lonely way to spend the next three weeks.
The idea struck Roman suddenly, and he sat bolt upright in bed, the kind of elation that only comes with golden inspiration coursing through him. He would persuade Logan to come back home with him for the holidays! If Janus took it to mind to ask Janine about him, sheâd be able to verify that Logan didnât socialise much; all he would have to do would be show up briefly for the wedding, and he could spend the remainder of the holiday studying all he wanted, away from âfamily stuffâ!
He would ask Logan the following morning, and when he agreed, Roman would book the plane tickets home - heâd pay, of course. Or rather, heâd use the money his mother had sent him so that he could bring his fictional boyfriend home. Either way, Logan wouldnât have to spend any money himself!
Laying back down, Roman pulled his thin blanket back up to his neck and rolled onto his side, satisfaction warming him more thoroughly than any hot drink could.
This was the best idea heâd ever had.
-
âThat is the worst idea I have ever heard.â Logan glanced into the hallway over Romanâs shoulder as though expecting an audience for a practical joke. âI cannot believe you have wasted my time listening to you.â
âIs⊠That a maybe?â Roman tilted his head and gave Logan his best puppy eyes.
Alas, Loganâs heart must have been made of stone. âNo.â He made to slam the door.
Well, Roman couldnât have that. It had been difficult enough to get Logan to even open the door in the first place, and harder still to get him to listen beyond the initial âI need you to do me a huge favour, okay, but it works out for you too.â In hindsight, maybe he shouldnât have led with that. But then he had explained, and for some reason Logan was still trying to close the door on him.
âOw!â
âThat was entirely your fault.â
âYou just slammed the door on my foot!â
âYou did put your foot there after I had begun closing the door. My point stands.â
Technically, Logan was correct, but Roman wasnât there to quibble over technicalities. âYou got the part where Iâd pay for your flights, right? All you have to do is show up for one day in something resembling formalwear, and in return you get rent free accommodation and food all holiday! Plus company!â
âI have too much to do to pretend to be your boyfriend for three weeks for no reason. Find somebody else.â Logan made to close the door again, and this time Roman caught it with his hand.
âThere is nobody else!â Roman was aware that he was beginning to sound desperate. âYouâre like, the only person I know!â
âThat sounds like your personal problem, not mine.â Several strands of hair had fallen from the impressive tangle around Loganâs ears and into his face, and he blew them out of the way. His breath smelled like coffee - bitter coffee. Roman wrinkled his nose. âLet go of my door.â
âCome on, Logan! What else are you going to be doing this holiday?â
âStudying! I have exams to pass!â
âYou can study at my place. You wonât have to pay holiday rent there!â
âI wonât have to pay holiday rent if I go to my momâs place, either! Let go of my door!â
Roman finally pulled his aching foot out of the way, but didnât remove his hand from the wood. âYou donât want to go back to your momâs place, though, do you? The phonecall -â
The glare that Logan sent him could have frozen the insides of a volcano, and his voice was suddenly cold enough to make Roman shiver. âGood day, Roman.â This time, Roman jerked his hand out of the way, and the door snapped shut in his face.
Shit. Maybe he shouldnât have tried to use Loganâs âfamily stuffâ against him. He made a note of that for future reference, then hammered against the door again.
âPlease, Logan!â
Silence.
âIâll be forever in your debt!â
More silence. Maybe Logan would prefer something a little more extravagant?
âIâll sing of your virtues from the rooftop every night for the rest of the year!â
Nothing.
Okay, maybe that had been a little much. Logan had made it clear that he was there to work and didnât want to be disturbed in his caffeine fueled study crusades, so something excessive was possibly the wrong way to persuade him to do this.
Oh-
âIâll pay for your coffee for the rest of the year?â
Roman held his breath and waited.
And waited.
Just when he thought that he had been wrong and that Logan really wasnât going to be persuaded, the door opened the tiniest of amounts. Logan was still frowning at him, but some of the ice was gone from his expression.
âThatâs your dealbreaker? Coffee?â
âI drink a lot of coffee.â A slight deepening in the crease between Loganâs eyes told Roman not to push the subject. âYou need a date to a wedding. In return, you pay for my flight there and back, provide accommodation for the duration of the winter vacation, and keep me supplied with coffee for the rest of the year.â
âWell, a wedding, the reception, any pre-wedding parties, and keeping up the act while weâre around other people,â Roman corrected, counting on his fingers. From the irritated twitch of Loganâs left eye, he got the feeling that he hadnât mentioned the reception or the potential stag night in his initial pitch.
âBlue Moon or Red Planet.â
âWhat?â
âThe coffee. I like Blue Moon or Red Planet coffee. Theyâre more expensive, so I donât expect them every time - maybe a ratio of three regular jars to one nice jar.â
Roman blinked. âUh⊠Okay.â
Logan nodded once. More hair fell over his eyes. âIâll draw up a schedule and provide you with estimated projections of my coffee habits for the rest of the year so you can budget accordingly. When do we leave?â
âUm⊠Monday.â Still reeling from Loganâs sudden and complete 180, Roman cast around for something to say, but the long haired man got there first.
âMonday. That gives us approximately two and a half days to draw boundaries and fabricate enough pictures and stories to give our deceit credibility.â Logan closed his eyes, and Roman realised that he was staring again. He hadnât expected the other to take this in stride so quickly. âGiven that I have work to finish today and you will likely need several hours on Sunday evening to pack⊠Have you told your family how long we have been romantically involved?â
âUh, since January. But I told them you were shy, so we donât have to have any pictures or anything - we can say that all our dates were just pizza and Netflix, andâŠâ He tailed off at the incredulous look on Loganâs face. âWhat?â
âYou expect them to believe that we have been dating for eleven months and you havenât taken a single photo? Roman, I have listened to you belting the lyrics of more break-up songs than I care to count.â Roman shrugged, and Logan rolled his eyes. âYou are quite clearly a romantic. Had we really been dating, the number of pictures you would have taken on whatever extravagance you planned for our six-month anniversary alone would be infinitesimal.â
He had a point.
Roman had already stretched his familyâs belief in him to breaking point (and probably well past it) by refusing to share even the smallest thing about his âboyfriendâ over the past eleven months; if he didnât get home on Monday with at least a couple of dozen photos to share, their charade would be over before it could ever really begin. âRight. Youâre right. Weâll need to spend the weekend planning, doing a photoshoot - itâll be fun!â
âYou,â Logan started, already retreating, âobviously have a different definition of that word than I do. Eight thirty tomorrow morning, The Roost. Bring a notepad, your phone, and a couple of changes of clothing suitable for various weather conditions.â
âEight thirty? A prince needs his beauty-â
âEight thirty. We are going to do this properly.â
Romanâs phone was in his hand barely seconds after Loganâs door had closed (albeit more gently than before).
Groupchat: Princes and Co.
[Canât wait for you to meet logan!]
Roman 09:58
[a name!!!!!!!!!!]
Trash Rat 09:59
[we have a name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Trash Rat 09:59
[such a nice name! canât wait either, ro!]
Pops 10:01
[About time! Iâve been stalling on the place settings for weeks waiting for this name]
Emo Nightmare 10:02
[Was about to fly out to LA to strangle it out of you]
Emo Nightmare 10:04
[he was. i had to physically restrain him from doing so yesterday]
Padre 10:04
[bet u both enjoyed that ;);););););)]
Trash Rat 10:04
Several people are typingâŠ
[Suck a dick, Remus]
Emo Nightmare 10:05
[we did, actually]
Pops 10:05
[would but janjans at work :((]
Trash Rat 10:06
[Didnât want to know, didnât need to know.]
Roman 10:06
[Pat!]
Emo Nightmare 10:06
[Logan Ursa??? 4th yr medic??? Coffee addict???]
Snake Eyes 10:06
Roman stared at his phone for a second. That was faster than he had expected.
[u knew????? jan u held out on me??? the luv of ur greyspec life???]
Trash Rat 10:07
[You told Janus?! Iâm your brother! Heâs not even related to you!]
Emo Nightmare 10:07
[No I didnât tell Janus!]
Roman 10:07
[Iâm omniscient.]
Snake Eyes 10:08
[Plus I just asked Jannie for a list of all the Logans you could have associated with.]
Snake Eyes 10:09
[You and your sister scare me]
Roman 10:11
[He has surprisingly little internet presence.]
Snake Eyes 10:11
[Told you. Heâs shy]
Roman 10:12
Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Roman returned to his room and picked up his laptop, this time to actually book the tickets he was supposed to have booked weeks ago. He had no doubt that they would arrive on Monday to discover that his family had already unearthed everything there was to know about his fake boyfriend - should he break that news to Logan before or after they were on the plane? Making the man paranoid might make their weekend photoshoot a lot more difficult.
Their photoshoot! If Logan was really on board, Roman would have to make this as easy as possible for him - and the performance of a lifetime for himself. Given that he was expected to bring a notebook to their meeting tomorrow, they were going to have to do a lot of brainstorming, so he might as well start coming up with ideas now. He already had a few as he grabbed a notepad from the mess on the floor and started hunting for a pencil.
No matter what his fake date said, this weekend was going to be a lot of fun.
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Playing House - Part 13.1
Summary: Ivar clarifies your role, and Hvitserk reaps all the benefits.
Words: 2588
Notes:Â Content Warnings for bondage (possibly uncomfortable), BDSM humiliation and dirty talk, orgasm control, roleplayed dub/noncon (now that the relationships are established Iâm going to remind you less often that theyâve already negotiated consent and safety measures).
Previous posts:Â 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
(Fic begins below the cut because it starts off with a bang, baby)
In your current predicament, the world has narrowed down to two things. The vulnerability of your body, and the total neediness of your cunt.
The two are most certainly related. Ivar is not one to make idle threats. When he told you over the phone that he believed you deserved punishment . . . it seems that he had immediately started making plans.
Youâre alone, now, helpless on your own bed. Of course, itâs Hvitserkâs bed, this week. Ivar has bound your wrists to your ankles, and pointed you with your spread legs aimed right at the door. The open door.
What a sight Hvitserk is going to see when he walks in.
âYou know you deserve this,â Ivar had said, trussing you up with methodical fingers. The way that he took your clothes from you, youâre not sure youâre going to get them back until Hvitserkâs no longer in town. âYou had freedom, and you wasted it. Now you have to understand that you are here for our pleasure. Not the other way around. This pussy,â he said, giving it a sudden rub followed by a quick slap, âis here for our use. So . . . Iâm not letting you use anything else for a little while.â
Your hands are tied to the insides of your ankles. You can try closing your legs, but your thighs wonât come quite back together with your arms bound right there in the way. Lying on your back as you are, the slit of your swollen pussy lips would still be visible between your raised legs to anyone standing in the doorway anyway. So why bother.
He had assured you that he would make sure Hvitserk âstumbled inâ fairly soon, before you got too stiff in this humiliating pose. But youâre sure heâs going to stretch out the suspense as long as he thinks you can handle it.
You rock your body anyway, fruitlessly seeking just a little relief. After opening you up, Ivar had carefully applied a liberal helping of lube all over your pussy, inside and out. âI want you wet and ready for him.â A bullet vibrator came next, positioned carefully on top of your clit by a small shibari harness wrapped around your upper thighs and waist. âI am not turning this up high enough to make you come,â he said, matter-of-factly. âYou are not to come until your punishment is over. This is here merely to keep you focused.â
And fuck, are you focused. Youâre cursing yourself for allowing Ivar to learn your body so well, to know just exactly how high he can turn up the vibration without pushing you over the edge. And the pattern, fuck, that pulsing, wavelike rrrm, Rrrm, RRRM is damned hypnotic. You canât possibly ignore it. And yet you want to sob every time the wave crests too soon, the intensity dropping well before the tension building between your thighs has anywhere to go.
An even more powerful thrill rushes through your body as you hear movement at the door. Lifting your head from the mattress, you see Hvitserkâs eyes widen, his steps arrested on his way into the room. He does a doubletake before his brain can fully process the obscenity heâs truly seeing in front of him. He glances back down the hallway, then slides inside and shuts the door with a sharkâs smile spreading across his face.
âYou seem to be kind of stuck, Y/N.â His eyes roam over the backs of your thighs, and whatâs on display in between. Thereâs no way not to feel completely, horribly exposed to him. Itâs so hot youâre probably about to start dripping all over the sheets. âCan I help you?â
You look him right in the eyes. âI need to be fucked.â
âOh yeah?â he asks, settling down on his knees beside the bed, definitely not lining up to drive himself into you like you so desperately need.
âYeah.â You nod, quickly. âI need it bad.â
You arc and whine when Hviterkâs fingers slide around your opening, gliding between your outer and inner lips. âYouâre wet enough for me to believe you.â The pads of his fingers dip inside, but only shallowly, stretching the rim of your opening in a wide swirl.
âFuck,â you sob. Thatâs a lot of entirely unsatisfying stimulation right there. You need to feel filled up, not stretched out. âPlease, Hvitserk. Iâm here for your use, so use me, fuck me, put me out of my misery.â You have crane your neck to make eye contact with him, looking down the line of your body and between your own legs.
His eyes are dark as he stares at your naked and readied body, which shudders with the strength of your need. His eyes flit up to the ropes that bind each ankle to a wrist. âIvar did this?â
âYes.â
His fingers slide along the thinner cord tying the vibrator down onto your clit.
âHe said itâs my lesson. I need you to fuck me until I learn.â Having to explain this to Hvitserk somehow makes your predicament all the hotter.
Hvitserk moves in closer, until you can see his face between your ankles and donât have to contort your neck so badly anymore. âThatâs what Ivar wants.â His softly scratchy voice adds weight and intimacy to his words. âBut what do you want?â
His fingers are still just teasing, up and down and around your entrance. He hasnât even taken his dick out. âFuck! Did he send you in here to test me or something?â Youâre starting to feel desperate. âThis isnât about obedience, Hvitserk. I need to be used. I want it this way. I-I just want you to fuck me like a toy.â
âThatâs it?â he asks, a wicked gleam flashing through his deep-set eyes. âAll thisâ he gestures at your body âis just here for me to play with?â
âUh huh.â
He grins and nips at your inner thighs, and finally presses two of those long fingers into your pussy.
You throw your head back and keen your pleasure.
He toys with you, for a while. The relief of friction, of satisfying depth and pressure, starts to give way to fear that he might accidentally push you into orgasm before Ivar had permitted it. That hadnât sounded like it would be such a hard rule to follow, when you thought that Hvitserk was going to come in here like the horny bro heâd been acting like before, and just sink his eager cock straight into you.
But even when thereâs no contest to be won, Hvitserk evidently loves getting up close and personal with the pussy. He pulls his fingers out just to bring them to his lips, plunging them into his own mouth to taste you with a little savoring sound as he locks a promising look onto your eyes.
Heâs not done. Hvitserkâs fingers slide under the ropes that bind the vibrator against your clit, then heâs pushing them out of his way and removing it.
You sigh, relieved to be free of the temptation and missing it immediately at the same time.
But then Hvitserkâs mouth replaces the device. And this is not just a taste. This is business, the same masterful pace and pressure that won him the contest earlier.
âNo . . .â you wail at him, drowning under your own conflicting needs. âNo, Hvitserk, Ivar said not to.â
He lifts his head just barely far enough to answer you, so that you can feel his breath against your slick and sensitive parts with every word. âIâm supposed to use you how I want, right? And what I want to do is eat this pussy like a birthday cake.â
âYou canât,â you insist. âIâm not allowed to come!â
He barely hesitates. âBut I want you to,â he says, voice breathy and urgent. And he begins another round of his very best work.
Thereâs not really any other type of ordeal quite like this one. Pleasure blooms, white-hot and urgent, beneath Hvitserkâs tongue, and you can do nothing but grit your teeth and try to push it back. You could use your safeword if this was truly bothering you, Ivar had told you that Hvitserk was informed how that works. But this is a challenge you prefer to ride out, come what may.
You know Ivar well enough to be sure that heâs monitoring this, although you donât see him darkening the doorway this time when you strain your neck to look. Perhaps heâs waiting just outside the door. Or hell, maybe the walls just are as thin as the boys keep saying. Either way, it makes you want to do him proud. Show him you can endure even this absolutely torturous pleasure, and follow his command despite it.
You manage to hold out, though internally youâre screaming. Your body is clenched in a line of sheer, stubborn tenacity against that insistent rapture when Hvitserk finally gives up, swiping his face with the back of his arm as he stands up. âFine. Is this what you want?â He pulls out his dick, proud and rock-solid with a bit of a graceful curve toward the tip. He gives himself a crude stroke. âOn to the main course, then.â
You sob your victorious agreement.
He grabs a rubber. Ivar had literally left a bowl of condoms right next to you, on top of a guest towel. It doesnât get much more demeaning than that.
Hvitserk whips his shirt off and then leans over you, ready cock bobbing, and grasps one of your swaying feet in each hand. âThis is so fuckinâ hot,â he intones, staring at the ropes. âCan you handle it if I leave you like this while we fuck?â
You let out a shaky breath and agree. Youâll stretch out later. This is, just as Hvitserk said, too fuckinâ hot.
The angle has your hips turned up rather sharply. He misses on his first attempt to enter you, cock slipping off your lubricated lips. He mutters an obscenity and then laughs it off, reaching down to line himself up better with an endearingly self-deprecating smirk.
Itâs fun to watch him handle himself. You canât do much to help the process, your body positioned precisely how Ivar wanted you left, with very little wiggle room. A lock of dirty blonde hair falls into his face as he peers down and lifts up onto his tiptoes to drive himself downward into your body.
It just got real, now. Thereâs nothing more grounding than an urgent cock pressing deep, deep inside.
Hvitserk leans over you, eyes going wide and tight around the edges as he sinks all the way into your aching pussy. âFuck, youâre so fucking tight like this.â
Your eyes bulge a little as you agree. This angle makes you feel full as hell.
Hvitserk stares down into your face as he starts moving his hips. That eye contact of his, fuck. Youâre not sure how to handle it. Somehow it feels more intimate than the rubbing of your naughty bits together. He fucks down into you with an increasing pace, his lips curling up in a cheeky smile. âThis is it, huh?â he glances down, looking at the way your tits bounce between your imprisoned arms, at your upturned cunt swallowing his cock down. âWhat you were begging for.â He interrupts himself with a sigh and a smile, bites his lip as he repeats an angle that must be particularly good for him.
âFuck, yes,â you say, relishing the relentless depth of every one of his increasingly-wild strokes. âUse me.â
He puts one knee up on the bed, balancing the movement by wrapping an arm around your raised leg, and deepens the already-maddening intensity of the position. He groans with abandon above you, guttural sounds as he does exactly what youâve encouraged him to do. You let him rut into you with no concern for anything else at all, neither your comfort or your pleasure. Itâs worth it; the rush of this feels better than any soft, candlelit evening you could get out of a partner that was focused only on making you feel good. This is so much more complex; it scratches a deep itch you couldnât even begin to explain, to let every boy in this apartment use your body according to their own wild and selfish desires.
Hvitserk is going to come soon. You can tell by the way his face is twisting to one side, almost wincing, the pleasure apparent in the wild sparkling of his eyes as he continues to attempt to hold onto your gaze even through all of this. You can hear it in the way his grunting breaths are matching the rhythm of his strokes, and the way his thrusts have gone from fluid to insistent, driving at a tight, brutal angle so deep that you swear heâs going to hit your backbone.
He invokes your name like a curse when he finally blows, drawing it out into a long and ragged sound. He canât keep his eyes open for that moment, making you feel like you can finally catch your breath just as heâs losing his.
He shudders inside you, sealing himself in deep as he comes down from it. Heâs propped his weight onto one hand that presses into the mattress just beside your head, so you donât have much of anywhere to look aside from his heavy brow as he sags in the air right above you.
This time Ubbeâs not ready and waiting. You canât see the doorway, but if Ivarâs there he has yet to announce himself. This time Hvitserk gets to stay nestled inside you as long as he wants, and you catch your breaths together.
When he lifts his head, his eyes are glittering with easy mirth and hints of something deeper. You smile back, squeezing your inner arms into contact with his body. Itâs the closest to a hug you can do in these restraints.
Hvitserk turns his head, following the line of your arm up to ropes that connect it to your ankle. âLetâs get you out of those,â he says gently. He withdraws his cock with a shaky breath and eases himself back up to standing. âI canât believe youââ his mouth is set at a wry angle and he shows his awe in a little shake of his head. âIâm sorry Iââ
Heâs cut off by Ivarâs return, his voice a sharp, loud contrast that instantly shifts the mood. âLeave those, Hvitserk. I will handle that.â
Hvitserk had just been reaching for your ankle. He drops his arm and melts back a bit.
âDid you enjoy my gift?â Ivar asks, stepping in between the two of you. He sets his crutch so he can stand more solidly beside the bed, and looks you over. His eyes crackle with a deep blue fire at whatever mess he sees in your face, and the expanse of your naked skin. When Hvitserk doesnât give much of a response, Ivar moves to loosen the rope at your closest ankle. âWould you like to help me give her the rest of her punishment now?â He spares one pointed glance for his brother. âYou are the wronged party, after all.â
âThat wasnât the punishment.â He looks at Ivar with a raised brow.
âOf course not. She loved that.â Ivar says, matter-of-factly, and then his whole face breaks out in his evilest grin.
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hey! maybe a weird question but how did you start lifting/ any advice for beginning weight lifting&putting on muscle? i want my arms to look like yours!
omfg no not a weird question at all, i love talking about this stuff!!!
i would definitely recommend getting a gym membership because it gives you such a wide range of equipment, but if thatâs something thatâs not available to you/youâre not comfortable with, a set of dumbbells at home would work just fine as well!!! i would not recommend using resistance bands for basically anything (upper body especially) because theyâre just not really going to do very much for you (BELIEVE me, i've wasted a lot of time using them so i know from experience đ)
doing random workouts every time you go to the gym is really not going to get you anywhere (although if you're just starting out, i do actually think it's a good way to figure out how things feel & what you like & what you want to include in your workout plan - i just wouldnât advise working out like that forever because you wonât make much progress that way). at some point you should build a workout plan - which exercises you do on each day, & how many sets/reps & how much weight for each exercise.
when youâre deciding what you actually want to DO in the gym, thatâs kinda up to you!! youtube & fitness info websites always have pretty good example workouts for each muscle group & you can just decide what you want to include based off of that. i wouldnât recommend following instagram influencer workouts - there are only so many times you can show a shoulder press or hip thrust before people get bored & stop engaging with your content, so a lot of them start producing flashy-looking workouts that are just unnecessary & ineffective & sometimes unsafe. you also donât need to do a ton of exercises in every workout!!! more is not necessarily better. so you could do like 3 main/compound lifts & like two accessory lifts & be good!!
imo, machines are rlly good for beginners!! because your range of motion is controlled by the machine, your risk of injury is far lower. it also lets you get used to the motion that you're doing for each exercise in a controlled & safe way. the benefit of free weights is basically just that you're using stabilizer muscles as well as the main muscle the exercise is targeting. both are good for different things, & i use both machines & free weights for different reasons for different exercises.
you can split your workouts basically however you want. i think starting out, thereâs no reason you canât just have lower body days & upper body days. as you get more experience, you can split them into muscle groups (so for me, my upper body days are chest/shoulders/triceps & back/biceps). there are plenty of different ways you can group your muscles & i would recommend just googling it to see what might work best for you
to build muscle, over time you have to increase either the amount of weight or number of reps for each exercise (the term for this is progressive overload). i would go into more detail but i honestly just think googling the term will be more helpful to you lol
if youâre not sure about how your form is supposed to be for a certain exercise, youtube is great!! there are always a ton of videos of some gym bro in his home gym showing proper form for every possible exercise & theyâre typically pretty trustworthy
look into mind muscle connection!!! there are a lot of reasons people talk about this & i'm not gonna explain it all bc this is already long, but i wanna say this: it's super easy (in lifting & in all other areas of life) to just dump all of your weight onto you knees or your lower back & that can rlly hurt you or cause you issues in the long run, so make sure you really know what muscles you're working in each lift & make sure you FEEL those muscles working & that you're not actually just putting all of that weight onto your joints or back
you technically CAN put on muscle if youâre not in a calorie surplus, but it will be harder & less efficient, so i would recommending eating in a surplus (personally i donât track my calories at all, so iâm kind of just guessing/listening to my body & it seems to be working fine). also eating enough protein!! i donât really know what to tell you with this one honestly. you can google protein intake calculators that tell you how much you should be eating to put on muscle (using your height & weight), & every single one iâve ever used has given me a DRASTICALLY different number. i try to get at least 60g per day & it seems to be working for me (more if i can, but if itâs less i donât worry too much about it)
rest/recovery is a super important part of muscle growth!!!! it's important to take adequate rest days & not overdo it (you absolutely can overtrain your muscles & it will hinder your progress). also getting enough sleep, getting enough nutrients, drinking enough water, etc are all also key to muscle recovery & growth. some sort of gentle activity on rest days actually helps muscle recovery as well!! like some gentle yoga or taking a walk (which i believe is because the blood flow helps with muscle recovery?)
donât trust fitness influencers!!! there are for sure some good ones out there who put out good information, BUT there are also so many who put money above providing good information & safe workouts. at the end of the day they are making money off of producing content & selling products, so the quality of their advice will suffer because good information & solid workouts just donât grab enough attention (& you can only say the same thing so many times before people will get bored of hearing it, even if it's the truth). the ONLY fitness influencer i trust or recommend is alexisclairefit. she has good, realistic information & iâve never seen her say anything that i know to be untrue. she also has a free workout guide on youtube that i havenât used, but iâve watched a little bit of it & itâs pretty good! that would actually be a rlly good place to start if you're looking for workout ideas
okay i know thereâs for sure lots of stuff i left out, but those are things that were super helpful for me to learn!!!!! i rlly hope this was helpful & that you reach all of your goals, good luck đđđ
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Lover, Lover, Set Me Free...
A/n: I hope you like this! Itâs been a while since Iâve written something like this! (not fully edited only partially edited) also i totally did not pull an all nighter to finish this hahaha.......
Requested by: @hannie-squirrel00â (thank you for requesting lovely! Sry it took a while! I wanted to do it right! <3)
Warnings: cussing, slightly 18+ themes, POV switching
Word Count: 13k
Summary: Jisung is one of the biggest players on campus. When Hyunjin bets him that he canât get into the coldest girl on campusâs pants, Y/n gets unknowingly thrown into the ordeal. While doing his best, Jisung unconsciously starts to fall for this girl who means more to him that he is willing to admit to anyone- even himself.Â
Genre: Romance, angst, fluff, college!au, fuckboy!jisung, badboy!jisung, non-idol au
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When did university become a popularity contest? Wasnât the whole point to come and learn? Instead, Iâm fighting tooth and nail to get a spot in the costuming program with bitches who donât even know how to sew on a damn zipper. My hard work is being looked over while girls making googly eyes at my professor get top priority in class.
âY/n, if you arenât careful youâre gonna sew your finger to your garment again.â My best friend, Felix, said next to me. I shook myself out of my trance and sighed, turning off my sewing machine and running a hand through my hair.Â
âSorry, my head is just somewhere else.âÂ
Felix scoffed next to me as he focused on hemming a lavender-colored slip. âIâd be spacy too if I hadnât gotten laid in a year.â He nudged my shoulder making me laugh.
âIâm sorry that I donât need to have an active sex drive to get work done. Besides, guys are a waste of time.â
âI strongly disagree with that last statement.â
Felix smirked and pulled his garment off the machine. Despite many girls pining after him, it was quite obvious Felix was into guys. Well...obvious to everyone except the girls who kept buying him vodka martinis when we went out to drink.
âSeungmin and I were gonna go out for drinks. You wanna come?â My best friend said packing up his stuff. I looked back at the dress I was sewing, then Felix. He was pulling his best puppy dog eyes on me.Â
âI will go tonight if you help me put boning in two corsets tomorrow.â
Felix grimaced. But I knew he would rather have a drinking buddy than have Seungmin leave him at the bar shitfaced. âFine. But the first drink is on you.â I smiled and packed up my stuff, taking the garment with me. I could work on it back in my dorm tomorrow.
Felix happily dragged me out of the theatre department building and to the most popular campus bar on a Friday night. Seungmin was already seated at the bar nursing a beer when we arrived. Several people greeted Felix as we pushed through the crowded pub. âIf it isnât the famous Arctic Bitch!â I scowled hearing the name. Apparently, I had given myself quite a reputation without even trying.
Seungmin didnât mean any harm by saying it. He just liked to poke fun at me. I bought Felix his first drink and the three of us shouted at each other over the loud music and voices in the bar. âWhy is it so crowded tonight?â I shouted, frowning as someone elbowed me.Â
âApparently, 3RACHA decided to show up a couple hours ago.â
âWHAT? I call dibs on Changbin!â Felix shouted, his eyes going wide. I rolled my eyes and stole a sip from Seungminâs beer. I could honestly care less about those three bullheaded bone-driven music majors. I didnât really see the appeal. So, instead, I steered the conversation away so I could in fact enjoy my night.Â
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Third POV
Han Jisung smirked as he watched the girl whose name he honestly couldnât remember walk away back to her friends. He looked down at the number she had written on his wrist. He was in the middle of deciding whether or not he actually wanted to call her when a voice called to him.
âHan stop flirting with random girls and come actually spend time with your friends!âÂ
Chan motioned him over back to the booth that his three friends sat in. Hyunjin scoffed and took another drink from his gin and tonic.
âDo you really have to do that?â Changbin asked, downing the rest of his drink.
âWhat?â
âBone everything that moves.â
âPlease. Han is not as good as he thinks he is.â Hyunjin said, slapping Jisung on the shoulder. Jisung glared at his friend. He and Hyunjin bickered, but Hyunjin didnât usually bring out the big punches like that.
âOh yeah? I can get any girl in this bar to sleep with me.â
âYou really wanna do this?â
âYes. Give me your best shot.â
Chan sighed, his hands covering his face. âGuys, donât do this. I like this bar. Donât kill the bar. I wanna come back here.â Changbin chuckled, enjoying the situation as he nursed his second cocktail. Jisung watched with a smirk as Hyunjin looked over all the girls in the bar. His grin stayed strong when Hyunjin turned back to him with a smile.
âYou, sir, are in luck. Guess who I spotted at the bar?â Hyunjin quipped.
âYour mom.â Han held his hand up to Changbin for a high five, and the boy reluctantly complied.
âI challenge you to get Seoul Universityâs Arctic Bitch to sleep with you,â Hyunjin said pointing to the bar. Jisung followed Hyunijnâs direction and looked across the bar. His eyes fell on a girl with h/c hair and a stern expression on her face as she stole a sip from her friendâs beer. She wasnât the hottest girl he had ever seen, but her ass wasnât half bad.Â
âChallenge accepted.â Han moved to get up from the booth, but Hyunjin stopped him once more.Â
âHold up big boy. Youâve gotta give me proof too.â
âWhat kind of proof?â
âI donât know. Picture, video, something like that. Iâve gotta know itâs her and not one of the random sluts you usually hook up with.â
Han thought about it for a minute. He glanced over at Chan who shook his head solemnly. Of course, Chan would be against this. âFine. What do I get if I win?â Jisung stated, shaking Hyunjinâs hand. Hyunjin thought for a minute.
âIf you get her to sleep with you AND get proof- Iâll give you $1500.âÂ
The other boysâ eyes went wide. Fifteen hundred dollars? Han started daydreaming about the new monitors he could get for his computer and the new sound system for his home studio. Plus that could go to paying off some of his student debt because God knows his parents werenât gonna pay for this expensive college. âOh, you got a deal!â Jisung glanced back over at the girl by the bar. This would be a piece of cake.
âIf you canât get Y/n to sleep with you...you have to go to graduation dressed in full lingerie. And heels.âÂ
Chan and Changbin laughed, calling attention over to the boys for a moment. He had already agreed so there was no way he could back out of this. âDeal. I canât wait to get my 1.5k!â Jisung smirked and poured himself another shot of soju before downing it like it was water. With a salute to his friends, the brunette haired boy crossed the bar to complete his challenge.Â
No way he would need three months to complete this.
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Y/nâs POV
We had been at the bar for only an hour and a half and Felix had already had three drinks, one of which was paid for by a very pretty- but not so observant- girl. It was kind of funny to watch him tipsily argue with Seungmin over who was the better role in our universityâs musical, Chicago: Roxie or Velma.
âFuck you, Min! Velma is a boss ass bitch in thigh highs! Whatcha gonna do about it, BRO?â
âLix, drink some water,â I said, pushing my water towards my best friend. He pulled the drunk move and took the tiniest sip before turning back to his word assault against our other friend. Seungmin was only slightly more sober, but still argued with passion for his girl Roxie. Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder.
âHey, youâre....Y/n, right? Lemme buy you a drink.â
My eyes raked over the boy in front of me. His brown hair brushed over the corner of his forehead and his eyes had a mischievous glint to them. A confident smirk played on his lips as his hand ghosted over my waist, before turning to the bar and back to me.Â
âWhatâs your poison? Cosmopolitan, right?â
âActually, Iâll take a Godfather.â
I stifled a laugh at the near microscopic flash of surprise on his face. He quickly regained his cocky composure and looked me up and down. âWhiskey. A girl after my own heart.â While he turned to the bartender and ordered my drink I took the opportunity to turn back to my friends and roll my eyes. But, to my surprise, Felix was standing slack-jawed behind me staring at the guy attempting to flirt with me, his argument with Seungmin forgotten.
âSorry, who are you and why should I care you like whiskey?â
The shock was evident on his face as he turned back to me. He blinked a few times before looking around the bar in confusion. âYou donât know who I am?â He scoffed when I shook my head. The bartender handed me my drink as well as a jack and coke for the boy next to me. âThis might be harder than I thought,â he muttered under his breath before taking a large sip from his drink. I was driving so this would probably be my one and only drink for the night. âIâm Han Jisung. Iâm one of the rappers in 3RACHA.â
âAh....that explains the air of entitlement.âÂ
He sighed and took another swig of his drink, leaning on the bar. I was starting to get frustrated; I came to have fun with my two friends, not get hit on by some cocky asshole. âLook Jinyoung-â
âJisung.â
âRight. Whatever. I came to have fun with my friends. So, thanks for the drink. Why donât you just call...Mina,â I said reading the name on his arm written in girly handwriting. âCause she already seems interested in your deal. But, Iâm not so.....bye!âÂ
Without another word, I turned around and returned to my friends, who were speechless. I couldnât help but watch their eyes track Jisungâs form all the way back to the booth with the rest of his friends who could be heard laughing- most likely at him- from all the way across the bar.
âYou just shot down the second hottest guy on campus.â
âSecond hottest?â
âYeah, have you seen his friend Chan? Boyâs got abs like a washboard.âÂ
I could practically see Felixâs mouth start to water. âKeep it in your pants, bud.â Seungmin laughed at my comment and threw an arm lazily around my shoulder. âMin, are you drunk already?â He just giggled and started poking my cheeks. I downed the rest of my drink and let Seungmin rest his head on my shoulder.Â
âCome on, dummies. Letâs go home.â Felix followed me out of the bar as I carried Seungmin to my car. I was pretty sure I heard cheers behind me as I opened the door, when I turned I saw Felix twirling his shirt over his head and dancing with some random guy near the exit.
âFELIX!âÂ
He whined as I dragged him away from the guy he was dancing with. âNoooooooooooo! He was so sweet!â I laughed and strapped my best friend into the car safely. Tonight was certainly not what I had expected.
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A car horn blaring outside my window sent me shooting up in bed. My hair stuck up in ungodly directions. Yet another night of restless sleep.Â
I rubbed my eyes and checked the time. About nine in the morning. No matter how early I went to bed I never seemed to get a good nightâs rest.
Lazily I rolled out of bed and slipped on some shorts. My tired body shuffled into the dorm living room. I laughed seeing Seungmin half falling off my couch, asleep; it wasnât uncommon for him to crash at my dorm after having a few drinks. My roommate didnât really mind seeing as she had quite the little crush on him.
Speaking of, the sound of her door opening caught my attention. âMorning Lia,â I whispered. She started to speak but covered her mouth when she saw Seungmin passed out on the couch. âYou want some tea?â I asked, setting a kettle on one of the burners. She nodded, sitting down and crossing her long legs on one of the kitchen stools.
Lia was maybe a year older than me and also a theatre major with a focus in performance. She had landed the lead in many of our university productions including our current musical, Chicago.Â
âSo, Seungmin was in quite the heated argument last night.â My dormmateâs eyes widened at the mention of the boyâs name. âHe was quite adamant on making Lix understand that Roxie was the greatest lead in the show.â A dark tint rose to her cheeks as she glanced at the sleeping hungover boy on our couch. Lia was playing Roxie in our production this year.
âHe probably just likes the character.â
I rose a brow and handed her a mug of tea, before sipping on my own. âSure, he does. Because our techie Seungmin just adores the motivations of a starstruck murderess.â Somehow her cheeks grew even darker.Â
âI have to go work in the Shop today, could you watch him while Iâm gone?â She nodded with a small smile. The Shop was what we called the costume and scene shop. Basically, the backstage tech work area was the Shop.Â
After finishing our tea, we parted ways and got ready for the day. I slipped on my favorite sweatpants and threw on a semi-clean crop top. Feeling a little chilly, I threw on the matching grey jacket hanging on my desk chair. After fighting with my hair for ten minutes I gave up and started packing my backpack with things I needed for the day.
I groaned looking over at the corner of my room; Iâd forgotten to take four rolls of rather expensive and custom fabric to the workroom yesterday, so I had to do it today. Gathering the fabric up in my arms, I headed out.
The sidewalks were practically empty as I crossed campus on my way to the Arts part of the university. My knee pushed up a slipping fabric roll before I continued my walk, pace quickening as I saw the auditorium building up ahead. Finally, I would be able to set these down soon.
âAhh!â
My foot caught on a crack on the sidewalk and fabric unrolled and went flying through the air. I scraped my hands against the pavement bracing my fall. Slowly I sat up and looked at my palms. They were red, some of the scrapes breaking the skin.Â
âFuck. Really?âÂ
With a groan, I reached for the nearest roll and checked the material. Thankfully the black silk was still intact and not ruined. Carefully I started the process of re-rolling it, wincing at the rawness on my hands.
âNeed any help?â A voice spoke beside me. Before I could respond, the person knelt down and started rolling up another length of red material. I scoffed seeing who the voice belonged to. It was Jisung, from the bar last night.
âIâve got it.â
âI just saw you hardcore face plant. I donât think youâve âgot itâ.âÂ
He laughed at my scowl and continued to help pick up the fabric I had dropped. As I began standing up, he grabbed my hand. âWhat the hell dude?â I said, pulling away from his grasp.
âWoah. Chill! You scraped your hand. Iâm just trying to help.â
He tucked the rolls under his arm and unzipped a pocket in his backpack, bringing out bandaids and some antiseptic spray. I eyed him warily, but let him take my hand again. He glanced up at my eyes, gauging my expression before continuing to uncap the spray.
âThis will sting a little.â
âTsk. Iâve sewed through my finger, I think I can handle- AHHH OW! FUCK!â
He laughed, his eyes turning into happy crescent moons. I had to admit he had a nice smile. Then again, how many times had that smile gotten him into the pants of half the female student body?
I watched as he opened up two bandaids, gently laid them over my palm, and covered the scrapes. When they were secure, he looked back up at me with that cocky smirk.Â
âWant me to kiss it better?âÂ
I rolled my eyes and yanked my hand away. âAnyway, Jiwon-â
âJisung.â
His brows furrowed in frustration but he quickly plastered on a more than fake smile. It was honestly kind of fun messing with him; he was so used to being treated like some kind of sex god it seemed he had forgotten what it was like to be a normal human being like the rest of us. âThanks for the help. Iâm gonna go now.â
âHey! Wait! Thatâs not how you thank someone.â Jisung said, grabbing back the two rolls of fabric in his arms as I tried to take them.Â
âOh? And how do you propose I thank you?â
He smirked and looked me up and down. His hand ran through his brown locks as his tongue ghosted over his lips. âWell, I mean...â He shrugged as if the thought was just occurring to him. âI can think of a few ways you could return the favor.â
âYour genitals donât come with a built-in bulletproof shield, so you better watch yourself, fuckboy.â
Jisung visibly gulped and slowly shifted the fabric rolls in front of his waist. I almost smirked seeing the brief look of fear for his manhood; he shivered under my stare and then regained his composure. âMan, they donât call you the Arctic Bitch for nothing.â
My face fell and I ran a hand through my hair. âLook, Iâve got work to do, corsets to make, and I have to figure out how to sew rhinestones onto a lavalier.â Jisung seemed to take notice of my change in demeanor.Â
âHey, I didnât mean to offend you.â
âWell, youâd be pretty offended if I called you a man whore. Same shit.â
âYeah, I guess so.â He scuffed his shoe on the sidewalk and played with the edge of one of the rolls. Just because I would rather get through my insane credit hours than suck up to some bitch whoâd probably drop out in a year doesnât mean I deserve to have this hurtful nickname.Â
âWhere are you going? Iâll help you carry these.â Jisung interjected, breaking the very awkward silence. I shook my head and once again tried to take back my fabric.Â
âIâm fine. You can go back to class or whatever.â
âI was actually headed to the studio to record with Changbin, but Iâve got time.â
I sighed. This man was persistent and not in a good way. There was no way I was going to get rid of him. âFine. But if you fuck up that fabric Iâm making you pay for it.â He smiled and tucked the fabric under his arm, following me to the back of the auditorium building.Â
I watched Jisung take in everything in the hallway and on the walls as we made our way to the costume shop. âWhat? Have you never seen the backstage of a theater before?â
âNah. Iâve only done small venues. Nothing with a stage like this.âÂ
I had almost forgotten Jisung was a rapper. As we came upon the workroom door, I adjusted the fabric in my hand and then pushed the door open with my foot. Jisung followed after I motioned for him to enter the room.
âY/n! Do we really have to bone corsets? Like canât we just cheat and put in a plastic lining?â Felix called out not looking up from his workstation. He sounded hungover. âLia is tiny. Why does she need a fucking corset anyway--heyyyy thereâs Jisung......Y/n why is he here?â
I dumped the fabric on a work table and Jisung did the same. âI picked up a stray. Thought you might like a pet.â Jisung rolled his eyes when I pointed behind me. When I turned around, Jisung still stood with his hands in his pockets. âYou can go now.â
âWhat if I donât want to?â
âYeah, what if he doesnât want to, Y/n?â Felix said in a teasing tone. A quick but deadly glare sent his way quickly shut him up and caused him to turn around back to his workstation. Jisung sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.Â
âLook. Iâm meeting a couple friends at the bar tonight. Why donât you come by?â
âHard pass.â
âWhat if I want to go?â Felix chimed in.
âYeah, what if he wants to go!â Jisung said with a smirk.
âFelix, shut up for like two seconds.â
Felix scoffed and returned to putting boning in a red lingerie corset. âWe both know thatâs not gonna happen.â He muttered under his breath. I heard Jisung let out a laugh at the little exchange.
âWhether I go to the bar or not tonight has nothing to do with you. It is probably reliant on the fact that I have no control over my best friend.â Felix chuckled behind me. Jisung shrugged and looked around the room before backing away.
âOkay.â
âHey, Jisung! Put in a good word for me with Changbin?â Felix called out, leaning over his chair. Jisung let out a lighthearted laugh as he opened the door. Felix had a hopeful look on his face that made me want to vomit.
âSure, why not.â
Then we were left in silence. I quickly began working, but I felt Felixâs stare on my profile. I knew he couldnât stay silent for long. Felix couldnât go four minutes and eighteen seconds without immediately spewing out his opinion. Seungmin and I had timed it once; exactly four minutes later, he erupted.
âARE YOU SLEEPING WITH JISUNG?â
âDid you see me go home with him last night?â
âNo....you went home with Seungmin--OH MY GOD ARE YOU SLEEPING WITH SEUNGMIN?!â
âWhat? No! Ew!â I said tossing an empty pin cushion at him. âNever in a million years.â Felix let out a hefty sigh of relief. My fingers quickly worked through sewing up a finished section of a corset.Â
Another silence followed as Felix turned back to our work. It was so obvious his thoughts were festering, just waiting to once again pop out. âSo... how did Mr. Balls-for-Brains wind up helping you carry costume fabric?âÂ
I shrugged, putting in another piece of spiral steel and lining it up in a corset panel. âHe helped me when I tripped. Apparently, the music department recording studios are near here.âÂ
âUh....no they're not. The studios are on the other side of the Arts campus.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âIâm pretty sure he was just hanging around the theatre buildings until he saw you.â Felix laughed as I shuddered. I took a quick breath as the needle pricked my finger. This conversation was seriously distracting me. âSo....we are going out tonight though. Right?âÂ
âIâm not going out dressed like this.â
âJust grab something from the racks. Mr. Jung wonât mind.â
âIf we are going out, Iâm drinking.â
âNo argument from me. Then we get fun Y/n.â I threw another pin cushion at him, hearing a high pitched yelp beside me. The two of us worked for the next 6 hours until the sun started to set outside the Shop window. I let Felix dress me up from stuff on the racks and we called Lia and Seungmin to meet us at the bar.
When we arrived, it was certainly less packed than the night before. I pulled at the tight skirt Felix had put me in, wishing it to cover more of my thighs than its length allowed. Seungmin whistled as I sat down next to him at the bar. He turned my barstool to face him and Lia, who smiled and clapped at my appearance.Â
âIs this global warming because the Arctic is hot tonight!â
I slapped his shoulder and turned back to the bartender to order my drink. âI would recognize this anywhere. This is the work of the Great Felix Stylist extraordinaire.â Lia exclaimed, letting Felix take a bow. The bartender slid over my drink and I rested my feet against the bar stool. They were sore from the heels Felix had put me in; only once every so often would I let him play dress up on me.
The night rolled on and I even danced with Lia after a couple more drinks. We came back off the dance floor to see Jisung talking with Felix and Seungmin, his arm leaning against the bar. âJackass alert,â I whispered to Lia as we approached.Â
Jisungâs eyes widened when he saw our approach. He seemed to drink in my entire body, not letting any part of me go unseen. âHey, gorgeous.â He said with a smirk, his eyes dragging over me once again as he sipped his drink. âCan I talk to you?âÂ
âSure, I said standing next to Felix and stealing a sip from his gin martini. I was really thirsty after dancing so much with Lia. He glanced from me back to my friends who were watching us expectantly.Â
âI meant alone.âÂ
With a nod, the rest of my friends started moving towards an open booth. I stopped Felix, a hand on his martini glass. âLeave it. Iâm going to need more alcohol for this.â With a sigh and longing look at his drink, he left it in my hands.
âAre you drunk?â
âNot nearly enough.â I plainly stated before drinking some more of Felixâs martini. My face soured. I forgot he liked gin. Jisung laughed as I put the drink on the bartop.Â
âLook. I think you and I should go out.â
âAnd I think you should jump off a cliff. Preferably one the size of your ego.â
âOuch.â He said with an unaffected smile. His eyes darted to a girl walking by us, but he quickly diverted his attention back to me. I tried not visibly throw up in my mouth at the action. âLetâs hang out this week.â
âSorry; not into late-night booty calls since...well...ever.â
He sighed and ran a hand through his brown hair, a habit of his I had picked up on. I couldnât decide if it was out of frustration or nerves. âCome on. Iâm not that bad.âÂ
âYour reputation says otherwise.âÂ
âI could say the same about you.â
He smirked when I fell silent. My fingers played with the rim of the martini glass. I hated that he totally won that argument.Â
âIâll make you a deal,â His words made me look up and quirk an eyebrow. âFor the next two months, you get dinner with me twice a week and we text once a day.âÂ
âIâm not going on a dinner date with you. I have zero time. I have to bring home my costume work as it is.â
âI never said it was a date. I just want to get to know you, Y/n.â Jisung chuckled and adjusted the clasp of my necklace, making me freeze. âWe donât have to go out to eat. Iâm sure itâs hard to focus on work with a theatre major as a roommate. You can come over and Iâll order take out.â I had to admit that the offer sounded tempting. I loved Lia but she could be loud as fuck when prepping for a show.Â
âStill low key sounds like a date.âÂ
âI swear I will not touch you unless you ask me to.â He winked and I rolled my eyes. âAnd you will ask me to. Eventually.â A heavy and anger filled sigh left my lips and Jisung leaned away. I honestly hadnât noticed he had gotten closer.
âLia is going to think something is up. Felix is for sure going to think Iâm sleeping with you. And Seungmin...â
âYou arenât dating Seungmin are you?âÂ
He smiled when I shook my head no. âAnyway, there is no way Iâm telling my friends I am hanging out with you.â He shrugged and sipped more on his drink. I was starting to feel a little bit of the alcoholâs effect.Â
âIâm chill with that. So, you bring over your costume...stuff...on Monday and we can order in and get to know each other.â I shrugged and gave him a small nod. Jisung smiled in victory.Â
âYou do know Iâm not going to let you walk away from this conversation looking that happy.â
âAnd how do you propose you fix that?âÂ
âI was thinking either a slap or a drink.â Jisung laughed and downed the rest of his drink, I assumed Jack and Coke, like the night before. He motioned with his fingers and tapped his chest.Â
âGive me your best shot, gorgeous.â His willingness made me laugh, genuinely. âAlthough, I would prefer not to have a huge red mark on my cheek.âÂ
I nodded sarcastically. âOh. Of course. We canât damage the precious merchandise.â He groaned when I pinched his cheek. To be honest, I could not believe I was having a nice casual conversation with Han Jisung, 3RACHAâs legendary fuckboy.
âWell then, Iâll see you on Monday. Iâll be at the Shop.â
âIâll see you then, gorgeous.âÂ
I rolled my eyes and picked up Felixâs martini. âASSHOLE!â I yelled before tossing the drink in Jisungâs face. âWow, that was really fun,â I whispered with a smile before walking away to my friends.Â
âY/N THAT WAS MY DRINK!! NO! MY ALCOHOL!â Felix said, fake crying.
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Jisungâs POV
The gin stung my eyes and Y/n was kind of blurry as she walked away, but I could hear the smile in her voice. This was ironically the first time I had let a girl toss a drink in my face. AND FUCK I WOULD NEVER LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN.Â
I wiped my face and stumbled away from the bar, trying not to get even more liquor in my eye as I followed the laughter of my supposed âfriendsâ in our usual booth.Â
âAnd the King has struck out yet again,â Changbin said as I sat down. Chan laughed but handed me a napkin to wipe my stinging face. A couple strands of my hair fell wet in front of my eyes. âWhat is this? The third time you been denied by Y/n?â Bin laughed and drank from his (probably) fifth beer of the night.Â
âHan, I hate to say it. But I am so looking forward to seeing you in lingerie accepting your diploma.â
âI wouldnât get ahead of yourself, Hyunjin.â All eyes turned to me as I blinked wildly. My vision was just starting to come back. I looked over to Y/n and her friends. Felix was chiding her about destroying his drink and Lia was high fiving her for throwing it.Â
â...But she threw a martini in your face. I think that qualifies failure in every book Iâve ever read.â Hyunjin scoffed. Little did he know I had Y/n exactly where I wanted her. Soon she would be eating out of my hands. She would be begging for me to sleep with her before she even knew it herself.
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Y/nâs POV
Three weeks had passed and I had been drowning in work. Though I hated to admit it...Jisung was the only thing keeping me sane. He had been a really good friend to me for the past few weeks. Lia was the only one who knew about my little dinner rendezvouses with Jisung. And I was correct in the fact that I had been subject to her relentless teasing.Â
âAre you sure you guys arenât dating?â
âWe are not dating. We are just getting dinner twice a week, getting to know each other, not seeing other people casually, and maybe some.....flirting-- AND OH MY GOD HE TRICKED ME. WEâRE DATING.â
Lia laughed at my realization. I threw down the dress I was working on for Liaâs finale scene. The sound of beads hitting the floor rung throughout the dorm. âWhat are you gonna do about it?â Lia questioned, adjusting herself on the couch.
âIâm going to go over there and question the shit out of his ass.â
âHell yeah! Text me!â She cheered as I grabbed my keys and ran out the door.Â
I slammed my car door and stomped up the stairs of Jisungâs apartment building. A million angry thoughts ran through my mind as I stormed down the hall to his apartment. Without another thought, I burst through the front door, which was oddly...unlocked.Â
âHAN MOTHER FUCKING JISUNG! YOU TRICKED ME INTO DATING YOU AND I-â
I froze taking in the scene in front of me. Jisung stood wide-eyed shirtless and holding a bottle of water, sweat dripping off his forehead. Another boy, who I recognized as Chan from 3RACHA, dressed in a tank top and sweats was seated on the couch, his face full of surprise at my entrance.
âOh- uh.....sorry...Iâll just come back when you have...clothes.â
âNo, itâs fine! I was just leaving anyway. Thanks for going to the gym with me Han.â Chan grabbed his jacket and exited in the most polite power walk he could manage. Though not without giving Jisung a thumbs up and then shutting the door.
âSo how long did you think you were gonna get away with this?â He smirked and opened the water bottle. I was struggling to look anywhere but his tan chest. He obviously noticed. âOh my god. Would you please put a shirt on!â He chuckled and came closer to me.
âWhat? Do I make you nervous?â He looked me up and down with dark eyes. My heart pounded in my chest. âLook, I know youâre mad. But, you canât tell me that you didnât have fun hanging out with me. Can you?â
âNo,â
âAnd you canât say that you arenât at least the tiniest bit attracted to me. Right?â
âIâm not...not attracted to you...â
Jisung smirked and slid his hand around my waist, pulling me so our chests brushed against each other. âThatâs not a straight answer.â He smiled at my lack of response. Jisung was clearly enjoying this.
âWell- youâre...not a... straight answer.â
Jisung laughed and let go of me. âBut, seriously Y/n. I donât know about you, but Iâve really enjoyed getting to know you these past few weeks and I really like you.â He took my hand in his and laughed, making his eyes turn into crescents. âSo, why donât we make it official? Y/n, letâs date.â
I blinked a few times before turning away from him. This was not normal. My hands came up to my temple, a sharp pain suddenly emitting from there. âYou canât be serious,â I said, turning back to Jisung. âThereâs no way you like me. You like girls for one night stands. Iâm not like that. So there is no-â
Jisungâs lips crashed against mine, his hands gripping my wrists gently. Heâs kissing me. What do I do? As if reading my thoughts he pulled away just enough to look into my eyes and smile. âY/n, donât overthink it. Just let go for once. Youâre with me.â
His hand slid down to my waist and his fingers tangled in my belt loops, pulling me closer. My brain was in overdrive. I hadnât been kissed in so long. Maybe what I said to Felix wasnât totally the truth. Maybe I had just been depressing my long starved sex drive. Jisung was really nice and I really liked him. What would be the harm in letting myself have fun with someone I actually like for once?
âOkay...so maybe I like you a little bit.â Jisung smiled and brushed away a piece of hair near my face, grazing my cheek. My hands slowly came up to rest on his chest, his warm skin radiating off heat.Â
âSo are we on the same page? Youâre mine now?â
âFine. I guess so,â I said with a laugh. Jisung smiled and kissed me again. His fingers dug into my hips and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.Â
Kissing Jisung made my head spin in the best way possible. Needing air for more than one reason, I pushed against his chest. âHey, why donât you go shower. Iâm sure you need one after working out with Chan.â He smirked, his hands slowly moving lower than my waist. âNo, Iâm not showering with you.â
âDamn. Worth a shot. You wanna stay? Iâll order pizza.â
âSounds good to me.â After kissing my cheek, Jisung turned and made his way to his bathroom. When the door closed I leaned against the couch for support. Keep it cool, Y/n. I have to remember to keep my guard up. Jisung canât possibly just change overnight. While I want to trust him...something is holding me back.Â
Hopefully, Iâm just paranoid.
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I rolled over in bed, not wanting to wake up. My hand brushed up against something cold. Opening my eyes, I saw my phone under my hand. The screen was still lit up and displayed a caller ID and call time of almost five hours. I smiled seeing Jisungâs name scrolling across the top. Did we really fall asleep on the phone?Â
Picking up the phone, I heard the sounds of his small breaths and soft snores. âJisung,â Another soft snore made me smile. We had only been dating officially about a week, but I was really enjoying my time with him. âJisung?âÂ
âMmph...Iâm up...whatâs happening?â He mumbled into the phone. Jisung must have fallen asleep on top of the phone. I laughed and sat up in bed, running a hand through my messy hair.
âI think we fell asleep on the phone, Ji.â His laugh could be heard over the phone.
âJi?â
âWhat?âÂ
âThatâs the first time youâve called me something other than my name or an asshole.â I blushed and rolled out of bed. âY/n L/n are you starting to like me?â Jisung asked, his voice rough from just waking up. The gravely low tone sent a chill down my spine.Â
âWell, we are dating. Thatâs what two people do when they like each other, dummy.â I leafed through my closet, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder. He let out what sounded like a forced laugh. Maybe it was just my imagination. It was my brain searching for things to make me not trust him.
âYou want to drop by the studio later? I should be working all day but it would be kinda cool to see you.â My ears picked up on the sound of his fingers racing across a keyboard. What could he be working on this early?Â
No, Y/n. Donât go there. I have to at least try and trust him. I canât be nosy and wondering about everything in his life when weâve only been going out a short time.Â
âUh, I can probably drop by around three. I have an exam today I canât miss.â
âOkay. Iâll text you the studio number. See you later, gorgeous.â With that, he hung up the phone. I tossed the device on my bed and finished getting dressed. A ding notified me of a text. Glancing at it, I saw Jisung sent me the number of the studio number he would be working in and a heart.Â
It almost set me a little on edge. I knew his personality. I even knew a few of the girls who had the unfortunate experience of falling into bed with him. It just seemed a little weird to me how doting he was with me when he was never like that with other girls.Â
Maybe he really was trying to make a change? That couldnât be impossible. Could it? People change. Most often in fairytales and movies, but it happens like 1% of the time, right? These thoughts swarmed through my head as I walked into my lecture hall.Â
I sat in my usual seat, arriving about five minutes before class was set to begin. Looking up, I saw several sets of eyes staring at me; all belonging to different girls. Some had looked of pity, some disgust, but all looked slightly confused. Ignoring them, I pulled out my notes for a few more moments of study time.
âYouâre the girl whose dating Han, am I right?â
I looked up to find a very pretty girl with blonde hair and big doe-like eyes. âUmm...yeah. Is there a problem or something?â She shook her head and sat down next to me with a smile.Â
âOh! No, not at all. I just had to see for myself thatâs all. My nameâs Momo. Iâm a dance major. I have a mutual friend of Hanâs, Hyunjin.â
I nodded, glancing from her to my paper. I wasnât really used to this much attention during class. Usually, I just focused on the lecture or project and didnât talk much. âYeah, I know they are friends, but I donât really know Hyunjin myself.â
She nodded and twirled a pen between her fingers. I started to wonder what her relationship was with the boys. She was obviously gorgeous and she seemed just like Jisungâs type. I wouldnât be surprised if they had slept together before.âIâve just heard so much about you. All those rumors are totally bogus by the way. I would love if we could be friends.â
She took my hand in hers with a bright and blindingly white perfect smile. Did she not know what personal space was? âUh....sure. I guess that would be cool. Iâm usually pretty busy with making costumes for the universityâs musical.â
âHere! Take my number! We can go get coffee sometime. Iâd love to hear all the juicy tea about the girl who finally got the famous Han Jisung to stop sleeping around.â Momo ripped a piece of paper from her perfectly organized agenda and wrote her number on it. The professor started speaking as she handed it to me. Holy shit it was scented!Â
This day was just getting more and more confusing for me.
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Jisungâs POV
The studio was freezing as per usual. Even bundled up in a beanie and hoodie I was cold, pulling the sleeves further down my hands. I watched the monitor carefully and adjusted the headphones over my ears.Â
âOkay, Bin! Youâre good.â Chan called to the boy in the booth after I gave him a thumbs up. âSo, I take it things with Y/n are...good,â Chan asked hesitantly. The topic of Y/n was a sore subject for him so I was surprised he brought it up.Â
âOooooo We talking about the Snow Queen?â Changbin said plopping down on the couch near the wall. I turned in my chair to roll my eyes at him. âIâm taking that as a sign you havenât gotten in her pants yet?â
âSheâs honestly kind of a prude....well. Not a prude. But you know what I mean.â Chan shook his head at my words. Â
Changbin threw a ball of paper at my head, making me send another glare his way. âIsnât this the longest dry spell youâve had. How long has it been?â I sighed pulling the headphones down around my neck.
âOne month, five days, twelve hours, and twenty-two minutes.â
âYou know itâs gross that you keep track like that,â Chan said taking a swig from his water bottle. âY/n seems like a nice girl. Itâs kind of sick you and Hyunjin using her like this.â I shrugged, not really caring.
âI mean, I guess. But, I would rather be $1,500 richer.â
âJust remember Y/n has feelings too.â
I nodded and turned back to the monitor looking at the track we just recorded. As if on cue, the door opened and Y/nâs voice could be heard greeting the other boys.Â
âHi!- Oh! Sorry, I didnât expect anyone else. Iâm Y/n. Itâs nice to meet you.â
Turning, I saw her shaking hands with Changbin and Chan. âY/n thatâs Bin, and youâve met Chan,â I said pointing to the boys. âNow youâve met all of 3RACHA.â I pulled her hand, dragging her closer to my chair. Chan rolled his eyes when I pulled her down and kissed her cheek. The smile on her face did not go unnoticed by the boys.
âHow was your exam?â I asked, playing with her fingers.
âIt was okay. I passed for sure. A girl named Momo asked to get coffee with me. Apparently, she knows your friend Hyunjin.â My eyes went wide and I stood up, pulling her to my side with a nervous laugh.Â
âWell, uh... I think weâve all done enough work today. Y/n you wanna go get some boba or something. Iâm hungry what about you? Bye guys!â Quickly I pushed her out the door and waved goodbye to the boys.Â
I had my fingers crossed that Hyunjin was keeping his big mouth shut.
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A month and a half. Thatâs how long I had left before I lost and was forced to be utterly humiliated in front of the entire university. Y/n and I had been dating for almost three weeks and hanging out for longer. I had to make a move tonight.Â
My friend Minho had hooked me up with some tiny night vision camera that I had hidden all around my apartment. I knew Y/n was starting to trust me more, so this was the opportune time. She was coming over any minute now. I checked my reflection in the mirror and ran my hands through my hair.Â
$1,500 here I come.
A knock bounced off the walls of my apartment. I checked the time. 8:30 pm. She was late by about forty-five minutes, which was not usual for her. What was it she always said? Early is on time and on time is late? Some weird theater shit like that.Â
Something was up.
I rushed to the door and opened it to find Y/n standing at my doorstep. She gave me a tired smile and kissed my cheek in greeting. She looked like she felt awful. âHi, Ji! Sorry, Iâm late. Felix bailed on me so I had all this extra work to do for the musical and I have a semester project due this week-â
âY/n whatâs wrong?â She sighed and collapsed onto the couch. Sitting next to her I could see the concealer under her eyes attempting to hide the dark shadows. She never wore makeup unless she was going out. I was surprised even remembered that. âYou can tell me anything, gorgeous.â She smiled when I took her hand.Â
This might be better than I thought. Comfort her. Get the proof I need. Shove it in Hyunijnâs face. I could tell she was deciding whether or not to trust me. If it was something small she would tell me no problem.
But... maybe this was something bigger.Â
âIâm just...really stressed.â She said, pushing her hair away from her face. I could see the wall she had slowly building itself back up. There was pain behind her eyes. She was hurting. Why did that make me sad?
âThatâs not all this is.â I turned towards her fully, giving her my complete attention. She crossed her legs up on the couch and stared at her fingers. When I lifted her chin I saw tears on the brink of falling from her eyes.
âI just... feel like...- nevermind itâs stupid.â She shook her head and looked around my apartment. She tried to laugh it off but frowned when she saw my face. Y/n let out a shaky breath when I took her hands in mine, resting them in her lap.Â
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Just sitting across from each other on the couch. She seemed to be working up the courage to tell me something.
âNothing I ever do...seems to be...enough.â I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. âI work my ass off. All the time. But, it feels like I canât do anything right lately. Not enough for my mom. Not enough for my teachers. Certainly not enough for Tech Recruiters. I just feel like Iâm falling short on everything I do. And Iâm tired. I just want to be enough for someone. But, who am I kidding? Nobody likes me. Iâm Seoul Universityâs Arctic Bitch, right? Iâm too coldhearted and selfish to get anywhere in life, let alone convince any theatre company to hire me so I can pay off my student loans. Iâm just so fucking tired of feeling this way. Sorry for whining. I know you probably had other plans for tonight.âÂ
She wiped the tears from her cheeks and stared out the living room window. âHey,â I said pulling her attention back to me. Surprisingly, she let me reach up and wipe a tear from her cheek. âLook at me,â Reluctantly Y/n met my eyes. âYou are more than enough for me.â She looked down and smiled, wiping more tears on her sleeve.
âReally?â
âReally.â I ran my thumb over her knuckles and smiled at her. It took a lot for her to open up to me like that. âYou have just been bottling this up havenât you?â She nodded and wiped another tear, before looking back up at me. Her eyes were still beautiful even when she was crying. âI do that too. Itâs a habit we should both fix. Could you talk to Lia? Or Felix?â
She shook her head and started playing with my fingers. I started to like the feeling of her smaller hands in mine. âLia has her own stuff to worry about. Her dad keeps pressuring her to join an entertainment company. And Felix...well Felix means well, but...â I was relieved to see her smile again. Her laugh was contagious.Â
âYeah, I get it. Kind of like Changbin and Chan. They mean well, but they donât understand sometimes.â
She nodded and played with one of the rings on my right hand. âThank you for listening. It really means a lot that I can trust you like this.â
âYou trust me?â
âI never thought I would say that but... I would never have told Felix that and he is my best friend.âShe reached up a cupped my cheek. Her hands were warm and inviting. I stared into her eyes no longer seeing hurt behind her E/c orbs.Â
âYouâre beautiful. You know that?â I said without thinking. My eyes widened and I pulled away from her touch. I had never said anything like that. Usually, everything I said to Y/n had a purpose or plan behind it. But, I just spoke without thinking.Â
Y/n smiled, her eyes turning even brighter. She leaned forward and kissed me. Something about this kiss felt different than the times I had kissed her before. My heart started to race and goosebumps crawled over my skin. I smiled when her hands pulled me closer to her, tangling her fingers through my hair.
A sigh escaped my chest when her teeth grazed over my lip. She pulled away only for a second to catch her breath before coming back to me. I pulled away when she threw her leg over my lap and straddled me. âWhat are you doing?â I asked as she kissed from my lips down to my jaw. It was exciting not to be in control for once.Â
âShowing you how much you mean to me,â She whispered before kissing my lips again. Instinctively, my hands gripped her waist wanting for no space left between my body and hers. I felt close to Y/n in a different way. I feel like I had been in this exact position with other girls, but with her it was different. Something about kissing her like this felt intimate. Like it was just for us to share.Â
Fuck. The cameras. They were still recording all over the apartment.
âUh- Y/n...â I said pulling away from her, my hands planted firmly on her hips. âAre you sure you want to do this, gorgeous?â My eyes widened as she nodded and continued to drag her lips across mine. âBecause we donât have to do anything you donât want to.â Please tell me to stop. If you donât I donât know what Iâll do with myself.Â
âJi, I want this. Do you?â
âYou have no idea.â
âGood. Do you trust me?â Y/n asked with a mischievous smile. I nodded watching her eyes twinkle in the low light of my apartment. She dragged her fingers down my chest and pulled at the hem of my shirt. As soon as the fabric was over my head and flung somewhere in the living room she smashed her lips onto mine.Â
My thoughts were running a mile a minute. How was I supposed to turn off all the cameras without her knowing? After seeing her in pain, I couldnât hurt her like that. An idea popped in my head. Wrapping my arms around her waist I pulled her up and carried her, pushing her back against the nearest wall.Â
Her legs tightened around my waist, holding herself up. She looked down at me with hooded eyes before kissing me again. With one hand I kept her steady while the other searched the bookshelf next to me for the camera I put in the living room. Feeling the metal and plastic, I quickly turned it around blocking its view.Â
There should just be two more in my bedroom. âJi,â Y/n moaned into my lips. She was driving me crazy. I was already more worked up from this than I had ever been with any other girl. She giggled when I carried her through the bedroom door and pressed her up against the wall. âYou know...I havenât done this in a pretty long time...â Her words were breathy and cut off when she joined her lips back to mine.
âYou could have fooled me.â
My mind was kind of in a haze. All I could think about was Y/n. I couldnât think straight with her hands all over me. Where did I put the second camera again? Her lips trailed down to my neck sending my brain and body into overdrive. Come on, Han. Focus.Â
The desk! Then the third was by my nightstand. I moved us over slowly, hoping she wouldnât notice. I wanted to touch her so badly. But, I couldnât betray her trust after she opened up to me like that. Joining my lips with hers, I felt blindly around the table for the small device. After I found it, I tucked it behind the monitor.Â
âAre you sure, gorgeous?â I asked one more time looking into her eyes.
âJisung, stop asking or I swear Iâm gonna-â
âYouâre gonna what?â
âI donât know. Just kiss me damn it.â She smiled when I smashed my lips onto hers. Her fingers pulled at my hair as I dragged my lips down her jaw. She joined our lips as I picked her up and carried her to the bed. The bed dipped as she laid on the mattress. Before I could reach for the nightstand she pulled me over, straddling me on the bed again.Â
I tried to keep my brain clear as she attacked my neck and chest with her lips. Knowing she was distracted, I grabbed the camera and threw it across the room wanting this to be done. Her head turned at the sound, but I pulled her back to my lips.Â
âYou drive me crazy,â I whispered, reaching down and pulling at the hem of her shirt. My lips latched onto every bare piece of skin I could find, wanting to feel every part of her. I was ready to be with her, in more ways than I had thought.
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Y/nâs POV
I lay in the dark, staring up at the ceiling. Jisung laid beside me his arm slung across my stomach and soft snores leaving his lips. I smiled seeing him next to me. I had slept for a few hours but like usual, I had woken up in the middle of the night unable to fall back asleep.Â
Shifting onto my side, I looked at Jisung. He looked peaceful in his sleep. There was always something active about him when he was awake. Like he was never still. Seeing him in a state of calm was intriguing. My hand brushed the side of his cheek. A strand of his brown hair fell over his eyes, so I gently pushed it back and softly moved my hands through his locks.
Jisung let out a little hum in his sleep, making me smile. I started to pull away my fingers but Jisungâs hand shot up to keep it there, startling me. âWhatâs wrong, gorgeous?â Jisung mumbled, placing my hand back in his messy hair.Â
âI canât sleep. Donât worry about me.â I said quietly going back to playing with his soft brown tresses. He shook his head, brows furrowing in the cutest way. His fingers latched themselves onto my wrist, rubbing his thumb against my skin.Â
âIâm not sleeping unless you are,â He whispered, obviously half asleep.Â
âShhh. Ji, go back to sleep.â Instead of complying he tugged me into his bare chest and started tracing soothing patterns on my lower back. In all honestly just that alone was making me just a little sleepy. My eyes were starting to droop, just laying in his arms, but my brain was still wide awake.Â
Suddenly, my ears picked up on the soft sound of Jisung singing. It was slow and gentle, his voice a little rough from sleep, but beautiful all the same. His voice was like honey, soothing my entire body. My fingers started to slow their movements as I tucked myself into Jisungâs chest.Â
I finally fell into a deep sleep listening to Jisung softly sing to me.
â
Light streamed through the window, hitting me straight in the face. I groaned and tried to roll over. My brows furrowed when something stopped me. My tired eyes opened more to see Jisung still sounds asleep, holding onto me like a teddy bear.Â
Sensing my movements, Jisungâs eyes cracked open and smiled. âGood morning, gorgeous,â His voice was scratchy and low, sending chills down my spine. Jisung pushed himself up on his elbow and hovered over me with a drowsy smile.Â
âMorning, Ji,âÂ
He genuinely smiled down at me and leaned down pressing his lips against mine. I felt him smile when I wrapped my arms around his neck. âDo you have class this morning?â He asked against my lips, which were most likely swollen from last night. Jisung himself had several darkening marks on his neck and collarbone.Â
âNot until tomorrow. Do you?âÂ
âI was supposed to go record with Chan and Bin.â
âSupposed?â
âLike hell, I am going to leave you looking this beautiful in my bed,â Jisung said pressing his lips down my neck. âYou want a shower? Iâm gonna call Chan and tell him Iâm not coming.â I nodded and pulled him up to my lips one more time.
âThank you for last night, Ji. For everything.âÂ
He smiled and kissed my cheek. âFeel free to borrow some of my clothes,â Jisung said with a smirk before rolling over and grabbing his phone on the nightstand. I grabbed a hoodie from his closet while he was distracted with his phone and headed to the bathroom.
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Jisungâs POV
âChan, Iâm in deep shit,â I whispered into the phone. I checked to make sure Y/n was out of the room. Chan scoffed over the line.
âHan. It is way too early for this. Did you accidentally email your professor a pornhub link again?âÂ
âWhat no!â Chan sighed. âLook, Y/nâs over here.â He started freaking out over the phone. I sighed letting his panic play out.Â
âOh no, no, no. You are not dragging me into this. Y/n is a nice girl. I want nothing to do with your and Hyunjinâs sick bet-â
âI think Iâm starting to really like her. Like a lot.â
There was silence on the other side of the line. I decided that he was probably waiting for more information. Or he had passed out. Either was a probable response from Chris. âBut, sheâs at your apartment? Han, itâs like ten in the mornin-...You didnât.â He took my silence as confirmation. âHow could you? You said you like her!â
âI didnât technically. I had these cameras set up, but I turned them off after she opened up to me and stuff started to happen.â
âYOU SET UP ACTUAL CAMERAS TO FILM HER?â
Chan screamed so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear. Even then I could still hear him. âDid you hear the part where I said I turned them off. I have no proof....and honestly....Iâm starting to question if I want any.â
âWow. Good for you. Youâve had personal growth. Whoop-de-doo.âÂ
âHey. I am asking for advice, not sarcasm.â I said with a sigh. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling it sticking up in weird places. âWhat should I do? Chan...I really like Y/n, but Iâve been lying to her up until now.â
âYouâve got to tell her the truth eventually.â
âBut, what if she hates me. I donât think I could handle hurting her.â Chan sighed again. I could practically see his face. The guy probably just woke up and I was putting all this stress on him.Â
âI donât know what to tell you,â
âI get it. Just donât tell anyone about what we talked about, okay? At least until I figure out how to tell Y/n. Iâm gonna stay here and think about it.â With that, I hung up the phone and laid back in bed. My fingers massaged my temple, feeling a sharp pain there.Â
Did I really want to keep up this bet?
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Y/nâs POV
A weel later Jisung and I were doing even better than we were before. We were actually going out on dates and also...staying in and doing...other things. Jisung had invited me to come and see 3RACHA perform tonight at a local club, so Felix was fussing over my outfit.Â
âFelix, I am not fitting into that dress.â
âYou can squeeze!â
âA Polly pocket couldnât fit into that tiny ass thing!âÂ
âCome on, Y/n! Be my Barbie!â Felix said chasing me around the costume shop with a tiny piece of white fabric that barely passed the social standard of being a dress. Eventually, he tackled me and wrestled me into the tight-fitting dress.Â
âI feel naked.â
âOh, please. Heâll love it.â Felix said throwing a pair of heels at me. I looked longingly at my pair of old tennis shoes. âIf you arenât wearing pumps at least wear some boots. We are clubbing after all.â
âLix, we arenât clubbing. We are watching Han perform.âÂ
âSame difference.â
I sighed and slipped on the black heeled boots Lix threw on my workstation and grabbed the brightly colored graffiti jacket that Jisung âleftâ at my dorm. He had been leaving more and more of his clothes lying around my room. I wasnât complaining. Â
I drove both of us to the club and covered my ears entering the loud establishment. 3RACHA were already up on stage and performing a song so we pushed our way to the front. All the boys looked a little tipsy and had beers up on stage with them. Jisung saw me in the crowd and blew a kiss in my direction sending the whole crowd into a frenzy.
The show was incredible, though after I couldn't seem to get anywhere near Jisung. All the boys were hounded with fans and the crowd around them was too big to get through. âThis is ridiculous. I canât even get to my own boyfrien-â My world stopped when I looked over in Jisungâs direction by the bar. I swear everything happened in slow motion.
A girl with long platinum blonde wavy hair was draped all over Jisungâs arm. He talked to her while drinking yet another beer. I watched as she leaned up and cupped his cheeks, bringing him down for a sloppy kiss. The crowd cheered and I began to feel dizzy. âY/n,â I heard Felix say, grabbing onto my elbow.
âIâve gotta get out of here.â
The bass was so loud I could feel it pounding against my brain as I pushed through the crowd of dancing bodies. I heard someone calling my name, but I didnât really want to talk to anybody. I just needed air. I needed to think.
âY/n!â
I finally broke through the crowd and made my way outside the club. Where was my car? Where the fuck did I park? I ran a hand through my hair and looked around me trying to find my car in the see of dimly lit vehicles.Â
âY/n!â A hand grabbed my arm and turned me around. Jisung stood before me, clearly drunk with lipstick all over his face. âY/n, baby, itâs not what you think.â His voice, which had become my favorite sound, was slurred and broken up.
âNot what I think? Tell me, then. What was it?â
âMina, she was drunk. She kissed me, but it didnât mean anything. You know I only have feelings for you.â Did I know that? There was always this little thought in the back of my mind no matter how much I trusted Jisung that told me I was just another number in his playbook.
âYes, she did kiss you. But that is a fucking cop-out. Because there is a reason she felt like that was an option.âÂ
I tried to push away the tears that threatened to fall. Jisung broke looking at me. I wanted nothing more than for him to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay, but I didnât know if I could trust him right now. I could tell it hurt him when he reached out and I backed away, tears inevitably falling down my cheeks.
âDonât cry. I die when you cry.â
âJisung you canât do that!â I said watching a tear drip down his cheek.
âWhat?âÂ
âYou canât make me love you when Iâm supposed to hate you!â I said slapping his shoulder and letting the tears flow freely. Not hesitating, he wrapped me up in his arms, even when I tried to push him away. He let me cry on his shoulder and beat on his chest until it physically hurt to breathe.
âYouâre right. It is a cop-out.â His hand came up and rubbed my back like he had done every night he stayed with me. âY/n, Iâm so sorry I let it happen. I donât know what I was thinking.â My knuckles turned white, gripping onto his shirt.Â
âJisung, Iâm tired of being hurt.â
âYou are my everything, gorgeous.â He said lifting up my chin. I hated crying and feeling like this. It just sucked not being able to trust him when I wanted to be with him so badly.Â
âHow do I know Iâm not just another random hookup for you?âÂ
âBecause...â My heart dropped when he couldn't say anything.
âThatâs the answer I needed. Thanks.âÂ
I started to walk away but he grabbed my arm, pulling me back into his chest. Jisung smashed his lips on mine, desperation, and passion filling the kiss making my knees go weak.
âThatâs how.â He said, pulling away.
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I woke up the next morning, in Jisungâs bed light streaming through the window. I really should get him curtains. I smiled thinking back to last night. Jisung promised to show me that I wasnât just another girl to him. And boy did he. I had never felt so loved than when I was with Jisung last night.Â
I grabbed a big shirt of his that was lying around and slipped it over my head. My feet carried me out into his living room, where bright sunlight illuminated his only slightly messy apartment. A note on the coffee table caught my eyes.
Morning gorgeous,
Went out to get coffee and breakfast for us.Â
Iâll be back soon, so sit tight.Â
Ji <3
I smiled at his handwriting and the heart he left me. Lifting my legs up, I got comfortable on the couch and waited for Jisung to get back. The sound of a notification filled the room. Did I leave my phone in here?Â
I searched for the device and found it face-up on the counter. It said I had one voicemail. Swiping on the notification the voicemail started playing. The voice of a boy I didnât recognize filled the living room as I brought the phone back over to the couch. âHey, itâs Hyunjin,â Oh. This must be Jisungâs phone. I was about to put it back until I heard the boy continue.
âJust reminding you, youâve got two weeks to get into Y/nâs pants or you lose the bet. Your reputation as campus King is on the line, bro. Oh and donât forget the cash prize.âÂ
I couldn't move.
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Han Jisungâs POV
The coffee line took forever, but I finally got my order and excited the shop. I was trying to balance the cup holder in one hand and hold the door open for another customer when something slammed into my shoulder. âHey! Watch it!âÂ
âHan?â
I looked up to see Hyunjin with a sly grin on his handsome face. âHyunjin?â He clapped me on the back and helped me hold the door. âWhatâs up, man?â I asked when we were both standing outside.Â
âI actually just called you like twenty minutes ago.â
âOh, sorry I think I left my phone at my apartment.â I shrugged, trying to move along the conversation. Hyunjin was the last person I wanted to see. Especially after what happened last night with Y/n. âWhat about?â
âJust to remind you that youâve got two weeks until you officially lose our bet. Donât worry, I left a message so you canât forget.â
My heart dropped to my stomach. My phone was still in the apartment with Y/n. âOh, shit,â I muttered, eyes going wide. Hyunjin seemed to pay my reaction no mind. He was still stuck in his own world like usual.
âWhose the other coffee for by the way?âÂ
Fuck. She was gonna hear the message. No. She canât hear it from Hyunjin. That asshole is going to ruin any chance I have left with her. Dropping the coffee and take away bag, I started sprinting across campus back to my apartment.
âHAN, WHAT THE FUCK?âÂ
I prayed that Y/n was still asleep. Maybe I could get there before she woke up, delete the message and just put this whole bet thing behind me. Doing Hyunjinâs punishment seemed like nothing compared to losing Y/n. I burst through the lobby doors and spotted my landlord already in his office.Â
âMr.Kang!â
âGood lord! Mr. Han, what can I do for you?â
âUh...my girlfriend- the uh woman I came back with last night. Has she left yet?â I said completely out of breath. He stared at me like I was insane.Â
âNot to my knowledge. I didnât even realize you were serious about someone.âÂ
Before he even finished his sentence, I was pushing myself off his doorframe and racing to the elevator. I slammed the button and watched the elevator come down but it was taking too long for me. âFuck this.â Racing up the stairs my heart pounded in my chest. Would she even still be there? Or would she just leave and not give me a second chance?
âY/n?â I called halfway down the hall. I could care less about my neighbors at this point. âY/n?â I burst through the door, knowing I left it unlocked. I let out a sigh seeing Y/n seated on the couch. My face fell, when I saw the dried tears on her cheeks. Without looking at me, she reached in front of her and played a recording on my phone. Hyunjinâs voice filled the room.Â
âHey, itâs Hyunjin. Just reminding you, youâve got two weeks to get into Y/nâs pants or you lose the bet. Your reputation as campus King is on the line, bro. Oh and donât forget the cash prize.â
She stood up and kept her stare on the phone. She looked broken.
âAre you going to say something?â Her voice cracked like she was holding back tears.
All I could do was cross to her and take her in my arms. I held onto her, cradling her head against my chest, my heart still racing from the mild panic attack that was just now catching up to me.Â
âThank god youâre still here.âÂ
I felt a few tears fall from my cheek and into her hair. âJisung...was that all I was to you? Some payout? A way to keep your title of Biggest Fuckboy on campus?â She pushed away from me and walked to the other side of the room. The distance felt like miles.
I could feel my heart breaking. âWhat-no. Maybe at the beginning, but it doesnât matter.â
âIt doesnât matter? It doesnât matter, Jisung? Yes. Yes, it does matter. You canât keep lying to me and expect me to forgive you every time.â She yelled at me from across the room. I had never seen her this hurt or angry and it killed me.
âY/n, please. Listen to me.â
âListen to you? Your buddy Hyunjin just told me the whole fucking thing!â
âNo! You have to hear it from me! What he said- itâs all turned around and screwed up. Thatâs why I wanted to be the one to tell you.â She backed away as I came closer.Â
âWhy didnât you just tell me last night?â
âBecause I was afraid! I was afraid none of this would be real and this feeling would go away; that the meaning would be lost.â
âThe meaning of what, Jisung?â
I grabbed her hand in desperation, scared she might walk out the door at any moment. âThis. Right here. Us. You and me.â
âJisung, there is no you and me anymore.â She said pulling away and walking back towards the bedroom. I raced forward and blocked the doorway. âJisung, move.â She said pushing against my chest.
âNo.â
âJisung! I want out! I canât love someone I canât trust.â She pushed through me with as much force as she could manage. I watched as she picked up the dress she was wearing last night from the floor. She tore off my shirt that she was wearing and threw it in my face. Y/n struggled to put the white dress back on before grabbing her shoes and trying to walk past me.Â
âY/n! Donât leave, please.â
âHow much was I worth Jisung? How much money were you going to get for fucking me?â
â$1,500. But, I didnât take it! I didnât even tell them that I slept with you because I didnât care about the bet anymore. Y/n, please believe me. I will get down on my knees if you want me to.â She just stared at me in the doorway. âI will do anything to get you to stay.â Another silence passed. I felt small under her gaze. She had every right to be furious at me.Â
âKneel.â
Quickly, I got down on my knees. I had never moved faster in my entire life. I looked up at her, sharing the same tear-stained cheeks. To my surprise, she got on her knees with me and wrapped her arms around my neck.Â
âPlease, donât hurt me anymore, Ji.â
Nodding I wrapped my arms around her and pulled Y/n into my lap. âIâm so sorry...Iâm so sorry. I love you, Y/n. Iâm sorry.â I cried into her shoulder. We just sat on the floor of my bedroom, holding onto each other, waiting for what would happen next.
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Y/nâs POV
The zipper on Jisungâs graduation gown was being a real pain in the ass. It had gotten stuck two inches from the top. They had already called my name and given me a diploma, so I came to sit with my boyfriend. He fidgeted while I sat in his lap.
âMan, this thing is tight.âÂ
âWell, keep in mind I didnât make it for you. I made it for Lia. Also, do you know how many girls would love their waist to fit into this?â I said slapping his shoulder.Â
âI think Iâd rather be able to breathe.â
âBeauty is pain, Ji.â I said as I messed with his zipped. He nervously tapped on my thigh and waist as he listened to the Dean call out the names of students. âDamn this zipper.â My years of costume study were now being defeated by the zipper on my boyfriends graduation robe. âAh-ha!â The zipper finally complied and moved up to the top of the robe.
âHan Jisung. Music Production Major.â The Dean called out over the speakers.
âKnock em dead, Ji,â I said kissing his cheek. Jisung smiled and walked up to the stage. Before the Dean could hand him his diploma Jisung unzipped his robe and the entire student body was filled with gasps and laughs. Jisung proudly presented himself wearing the red and black lingerie and corset I had made for Lia in the musical. It left nothing to the imagination, especially below the bodice.Â
The look on the Deanâs face was priceless and Jisung twirled in front of him and laughed along with our graduating class. Jisung shook the Deanâs hand and took his diploma. Before he walked off the stage he turned around pushed his robe aside and slapped his own ass receiving many cheers and wolf whistles from the students.Â
I laughed as he came back to his seat. He gave me a great big kiss and pulled me back onto his lap. âThat was a piece of cake,â Jisung said, wrapping his arms around my stomach and resting his chin on my shoulder. I kissed his forehead with a big grin.
âI have never been so attracted to a man in lingerie.â
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[16+] Define "Hate" - Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader
[She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18]
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Tags : Enemies to friends (to lovers) / A random dude tries to make out but fails / Drinking / Partying / Fluff / Wholesome / Tenderness / Slight non-con
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Summary : Your friend Bokuto invites you to a party, where due to circumstances you're forced to hang out with a man that hates you : Miya Atsumu. The evening does not go as planned, and slowly, you're coming to the realization that your entire relationship may have started on a misunderstanding.
A/N: The unwanted advances are from a random person, so is the non-consensual touching. It does not go further, the person is stopped. The story is cute, but you've been warned if you're sensitive to such topics! Have fun!
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I knew the moment I heard Bokuto say âIâll meet you there then!â that I shouldnât have accepted his offer to go out. While I was aware it was a rare opportunity considering his lack of free time, I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach it was going to turn out bad.
Before I could ask him what he meant by meet there, he had hung up, telling me he was excited. Pulling the phone away from my ear, I stared at the screen and tried to call him back right away, I had to ask him where we were meeting since in his excitement, he had not shared the location.
He never picked up. Even after 4 calls.
With a heavy sigh, I got up from my desk and grimaced at my last option to get hang of the man, âI really donât want to call him⊠I should get Hinataâs phone number, thatâd be more enjoyable than him.â Shaking my head, I told myself that we were both adults, and we could have a proper conversation. Clearing my throat, I pressed the name in my contacts and waited, drumming my fingers on the back of the phone.
After a moment, I heard some hubbub in the background before hearing the fake-joyous voice on the other end, âWell, isnât it the little faker, are you calling me to come clean and finally be real with me-â âHello to you too, is Koutarou nearby?â I cut him off, not wanting to hear his little speech.
Every time we would meet, he would talk shit about the way Iâd act. I was very social during those gatherings; I was calmer in normal situation, and Iâll admit putting on a tougher face when around more people I did not know. But what bugged Atsumu Miya was that I was never getting mad. His sole purpose seemed to try to tick me off.
Perhaps he was himself mad that I kept throwing him comebacks and that heâd struggle to come up with something just as good. Or perhaps he only heard about me from Bokuto and wanted to see the less stoic side Bokuto probably talked to him about.
The blond Miya twin huffed, it was followed by a more muffled sound. âI could ask, I could answer, really. But Iâm not fond of the attitude, so I might just hang up-â âYou do that,â I had started tauntingly, thinking he wouldnât do it. Before I could say more, he hung up.
It was my turn to huff as I called him back, he picked up just as fast, âBack so soon? How can I help you? And donât waste time on formalities, I donât need the fake niceties. This ainât an interview,â His grin could be heard through the phone, it made me roll my eyes as I sighed.
âI really donât know why Kou gave me your number instead of literally any other guy from your team. Just tell me if Koutarou is here, thatâs all I am calling about.â Just when I said that, I heard my friendâs voice ask who was on the phone. I was very close to threaten Atsumu, thinking he was going to be shitty and not tell Bokuto it was me. Instead, he told him the truth and handed him his phone.
âHey!! Whatâs up?â âKou, you said weâd meet up there, where is âthereâ exactly?â He burst out laughing for a long while before telling me he meant the pub near the campus, he added that the closest they were to the campus, the more they could get wasted. Or as he put it âthe waster-er we can beâ. âRight, but Iâm a bit further from the pub. I donât live that far, but not that close either-â
Hushing me, he said, âI know, I know, thatâs why Tsum-Tsum is going to come pick you up! He said he wasnât going to drink tonight, heâll be our designated driver, I already gave him your address.â
I blinked a few times, not responding. Was he fucking with me? âBok, Bok, canât you just pick me up yourself?â âNah, I have to go get my bro, he said heâll need to be saved from a boring party he was forced to go to,â He explained. He then cut the conversation short by telling me weâd see each other tonight, then another voice spoke.
âSheesh, who would have thought, right? Hope that does not make you mad. Better be ready at 5, donât forget the condescending attitude, we wouldnât want the others to know who you really are, right?â âYou are obsessed with me, itâs getting ridiculous. Iâm not fake, Miya. It says a lot if all you want is for me to get mad at you, perhaps you lived in a too lenient household? In dire need of being reprimanded?â The man scoffed and repeated to be ready by 5, then hung up.
I had a few hours left to get prepared and did it in no time. Enough to wear something casual enough, but still standing out a bit to look good. With the time I had left, I rummaged through my place to find an empty reusable bottle and filled it with something to spice up my drinks and have more fun. Going to bars was fun, but it did not come cheap, plus if I was going to be somewhere where Atsumu Miya was, I was not going to be sober.
I was putting my bottle inside my bag, when I heard my phone ring in my back pocket and quickly grabbed it only to be attacked, âWhen I say be ready at 5, it means be in front of the building door by 5, not take your time going down the stairs.â âDid you skip breakfast or something? Such a sour mood Miya, even for you itâs surprising. Iâll be there in two minutes.â Doing as he did to me, I hung up before he could say anything and left my place, making sure to turn everything off and lock the doors.
I had left a note to my roommate, telling them I was going out and not to be surprised if I wasnât home.
Knowing that staying in Atsumuâs presence was going to take a toll on me, I took a few measured breaths as I went down the stairs. Most of the people I knew appreciated how calm I was, but the man child seemed annoyed by it more than anyone. He was dead set on making me mad. If anyone asked me, Iâd say he got mad one time I did not laugh at his stupid jokes and put himself up to the challenge to get a reaction out of me. And since his humor was not on point, the easiest way, in his books, could be getting me mad.
I never really understood why he was like that with me, since he never explained his nasty attitude, but I was bearing through it.
Giving him a nod, I knocked on the window and told him to open. Rolling his eyes, he did and put his phone back on the stand on the dashboard where the aux was connected. He put on some music and started driving, not saying much. It felt like he was forcing himself to not speak, which made me sigh in annoyance. He was being too petty, and for what?
Keeping things civilized, I said, âThank you for picking me up,â I held back from saying I was surprised his car was clean. There was a sports bag on the bag seat, but it was still clean, and it did not smell bad. âI owed Bokuto, thatâs allâ âStill, thank you. You could have told him no since you hate me,â I said jokingly, hoping for a reaction. It did not take long to get one, in a whiny voice he looked at me with a scowl, âI donât hate you, youâre just-â âLook at the road, then bitch and moan,â
âLike that, youâre like that, God,â He huffed, focusing back on the road. In a calm voice, I said, âWell, Iâd rather we did not get in an accident just because you have anger issues, you know?â I taunted, making him grip the wheel tighter.
âI donât have anger issues; I just know youâre not as calm as you appear to be. No one is, Iâve seen, at best, two emotions on that arrogant face of yours and Iâm sure they were all fake,â He stated, definitely believing what he was saying. Quirking a brow in response, I hummed inquisitively, playing with the seatbelt. âIs that so? My theory is that youâre mad I donât laugh at your jokes,â I shrugged.
With a quick glance, he raised a finger in emphasis as he said, âFirst, Iâm hilarious,â he raised another finger, âSecond, Iâll get you to show some emotion at some point, but tonight Iâm having fun and not caring if I have a fucking rock with me,â
Iâll admit it hurt a bit to hear him say that. But I didnât show it. If the man was going to act as such then so be it, âSure, sure, call me Wall-E because Iâm an emotionless robot, right?â
âWall-E was in love with Eve, he had emotions,â I heard him mumble. A smile drew itself on my face when I heard that, I donât know if I wanted to tell him it sounded cute the way he said it. Now I took it as a challenge to keep all of my feelings away from him, since he seemed too keen on unraveling the mystery that I seemed to be in his eyes. âRight. That he was, sure.â
âHave you not seen the movie? Do you even cry during sad movies- no, do you ever cry, at all? Or is it just bitterness and pure attitude?â âDoesnât it get tiring to be mad at nothing?â I ignored his questions, finding them absolutely ridiculous. All I wanted was to jump out of his car and walk the rest of the way to the bar.
âIâm not mad!â He said, annoyed. âWell, you donât have a very positive attitude Miya, Bokuto keeps telling me how youâre so funny and cool but all I see is a little bitch whoâs upset over meeting someone who isnât as loud as he is,â
With a scoff, he replied, his tone getting rougher, âAnd he keeps telling me youâre so great to be around, and the best kind of company and yet Iâd feel better hanging out with a goldfish.â
âSince weâre on the same page, I suggest we stop talking. Thatâd be better for both of us.â My tone was strained, I never had such a tensed relationship with anyone. My chest felt heavy knowing the reason I wasnât getting along with him was his utter dislike of who I was, but I ignored it. I was not going to let it get to me, I was going to get drunk and have fun.
I reached out for the phone to increase the volume, my hand almost bumping with Atsumu. We seemed to have had the same idea. He looked at me with a raised brow, âChoose whatever song,â he said. I turned my face to look at the window instead and shrugged, âI donât care, weâre almost there,â
Another sigh followed when Atsumu changed to something a bit more upbeat. I wanted to sing along, and as I glanced his way, he also did. His mouth was matching the lyrics, but no other sound followed. It was kind of cute.
âDo you want something?â He asked, probably feeling my stare. âNo. Just lost in thoughts.â
The rest of the drive was spent without another word. I only thanked him when we arrived, the loud music could already be heard from outside. The reason for it being the windows being wide open along with the door. It felt familiar, the tension from the car dissipated easily. I was finally going to be able to avoid the Miya twin and have fun.
Except I still had him close by when we walked up to the entrance of the building. âStop walking with me, people will think we came here together,â He said in a panicked tone.
âWhich we did, but youâre right. I wouldnât want to be seen with you,â I sped up my pace and walked further in front of him, turning around and saluting him. âSee you,â I said with a mischievous grin upon seeing his surprised expression. He scrambled to his senses and added âNever, see you never!â
I rolled my eyes at how childish he sounded and made my way inside, feeling much more welcome by the loud music and beer smells than I felt in the car of a man that despised me. I was startled when I heard my name being called but let out a shaky laugh when I saw Bokuto at a table, waving at him I joined him.
âHey Kou!â I looked at the black-haired man next to him and nodded, âKuroo,â Bokuto scooted closer to his friend to make me some space, so I sat down. In front of us was his teammates, Hinata and Sakusa, which I greeted along the way. Before I could join the conversation, Bokuto handed me his beer, âWe canât really start without this, right?â I rolled my eyes, knowing full well what he wanted from me. I chugged the drink, slamming the cup down. âBro, it wasnât just beer, the fuck did you put in that?â âFun, I put fun in it.â
âYeah well, Iâm not chugging another one of those, Iâll wait a bit before taking something else,â I huffed a laugh, looking around a bit. I met a random dudeâs gaze who seemed to be fixed on mine. When I made a confused face, a smirk drew itself on his face. It felt very off-putting, his gaze was not leaving mine, I only looked away when Bokuto placed a hand on my shoulder. âTonight is the night we get wasted,â The last word being said in a much louder tone than the rest, almost screaming it.
Nudging him, I quirked a brow, âThat changes from the usual because?â âBecause everyone is here!â He turned to look at Hinata and Sakusa, a huge grin on his face, âWhatâs your poison?â
I let out a laugh, about to tell him no one said that but Kuroo beat me to it, âBro, no one says that. That was cringe,â he looked at the two other men and smirked as he placed both his hands on the table, ready to get up to get the drinks. âWhatâs your Kryptonite?â
Sakusa sighed, I looked at the two best friends and told them that no one said that either but at least we knew what they meant. Hinata said he didnât usually drink, while Sakusa said he was not planning on getting wasted. Bokuto proceeded to whine and try to convince the dark-haired man. While he did that, I got up and went to the bar to get a few beers. Once I had ordered, I waited for the barman to serve the drinks.
In my waiting, I was pushed a bit around considering the amount of people around. I gripped the bar tight to stay put and felt someone touch my ass, I turned around with a scowl, ready to beat whoever did that. All I could see was a person leaving, they seemed tall, but I couldnât really tell much more about them just from their back. âFucking asshole,â I mumbled as I turned back to get my drinks, thanking the barman.
I had to hold back a loud sigh when I saw Atsumu seating next to Hinata when I joined back my friends at the table. I had planned on having fun and having him there only made me uneasy.
Putting the drinks on the table, I sat down and grabbed my bottle, looking him dead in the eyes. I observed a moment, assessing, checking how annoying he was tonight. âFive.â I said as I gulped down some of my drink.
Confused he put his glass down, âWhat âfiveâ?â
Finishing drinking from my bottle, I closed it and smirked, âIâll need 5 shots until I can handle your whiny ass tonight,â
He gasped and pointed at Bokuto, âBok! Your robot friend is being a bitch again, how can you stay with her!â He complained, earning a loud laugh from Bokuto. Kuroo answered instead, âSheâs funny, and pretty reasonable, I would have said 7.â Atsumu grumbled in response and hurried us to start the drinking game.
I did not really understand what the game was about, it seemed to have been invented by Kuroo and Bokuto, but clearly, they were having a blast. I didnât quite follow the rules but would drink when theyâd tell me to. Hinata was already a lot louder than 3 drinks ago, his cheeks flushed pink and his hand gripping Atsumuâs biceps when heâd talk.
As loud as both Kuroo and Bokuto already were, it had gotten louder. And a lot less clear, their words being more slurred. It was still joyful as the smile on their face was beaming when theyâd tell one another joke. It was so wholesome; I couldnât help but join their stupid giggling.
Sakusa had left after a few hours, Atsumu had drove him back before coming back and joining us once more.
I donât really know what I talked about with Bokuto during Atsumuâs absence, but I remember leaning in and resting my cheek on his shoulder. âAtsumu hates meâŠâ I mumbled. I heard Kuroo whisper something but didnât quite catch it, instead Bokuto placed a hand on the back of my head. âI donât know bro, he definitely feels something, but I donât know- you know like, he just, when IâŠ.But likeâŠâ I nodded.
âWhat Iâm saying is like, I donât know man, I thought youâd both get along!! Youâre both so cool, but yeah no⊠So, like- he looks like heâs been challenged or something man,â He grumbled, nudging Kuroo and bringing his head against his chest along with mine. âIt makes me sad,â he whined the last part. âI just want my friends to get along, I donât want you to be fighting,â Feeling his chest move weirdly, I realized he was crying.
Kuroo huffed a laugh and tried to cheer him up, I wrapped an arm around his shoulder. I found it slightly funny, both Kuroo and I were smiling at how Bokuto turned out but still did our best to cheer him up.
Checking if he was coming back, I instead met the gaze of the dude from earlier. He was watching me intently from his spot at the bar. He raised a glass my way before taking a sip.
The feeling in the pit of my stomach grew, it was unease, uncomfortable⊠Unsafe. But I ignored him and looked back at Bokuto. âAlright, alright, Iâll try to talk to him,â I slurred a few of my words too, more out of exhaustion than anything. When I had too many drinks, I was not angry or sad, but tired. Still when I saw Atsumu Miya walk in, I chugged down my shot and stood up. âWish me luck,â
I quickly made my way towards him, âMiya,â he turned away from me and ignored me.
I could have called his name again, but that would have made me look clingy. I followed him instead, trying to grab his arm, but he was walking fast. Maybe he didnât hear me, right? Maybe he did not even think I called him, because why would I⊠right?
I huffed at my own thought, why was I trying to justify this man just not wanting to deal with me?
In my loss of focus, I bumped into someone and apologized quickly. They grabbed my biceps to keep me in place, a forced-nice tone in their voice. âHey there, be careful next time,â
I held back my disgust when he brushed his thumbs over my arm. âThank you, have a nice night.â Shit, I should have been more fake. Now heâll feel offended. Too many words too. I should I have just said thank you. Fuck.
His eyes focused on mine a moment, damn it, he was going to use that card⊠âHey have we met already?â I shook my head, trying to get out of his grasp. âOh right! Youâre the one who kept looking at me, haha.â I gave him a fake smile, still not saying anything. He let go of one of my arms and tried to guide me somewhere, but I stood in the spot. I didnât want to move, there were already very few people here, I did not want to go somewhere even less crowded.
âHey, I really have to go, my friend-â âThe one who was ignoring you? Haha, I think you should let him go, if heâs like that.â A fake laugh was what I gave him with a nod, I did not want to make him feel attacked. âCome on, I see the way you were looking at me. You canât act shy now,â He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, I felt my heart beat faster in fear. I wasnât in any condition to do any real damage, maybe I was overthinking it, but I considered screaming, not that anyone would come in.
I gulped and straightened my back, âI believe you were looking at me like a hawk more than anything, I was just glancing.â I was glad I didnât stutter, but the moment his smile disappeared, I tried to pull my arm from him. âIâm pretty sure you were looking like I was, maybe thinking of what we could do togetherâŠâ His eyes traveled over my body. I tried to push him off, he grunted. âHey, why are you like that? Iâm just being nice here,â
âIâm sure you are, just let me go, Iâm not interested,â He held only tighter, pushing me to the wall and gripping my jaw to have me look him dead in the eyes, âIâll show you what youâre missing, do you mind if I-â His hand was starting to drift to my collarbone, âIâm sure you donât, I saw the way you acted with those men-â He nipped my neck, and I elbowed his side.
This was enough, I glanced down and saw an opportunity to knee him in the balls before punching his stomach and biting his arm to let me go. He tried to grab me, but I ran off, tripping as I did so. I could hear him swear under his breath and call me a bitch, a maniac, a psycho. I huffed and went back to my table. I tried to brush off what happened, but the stress made my hands shake.
I was breathing heavily. Eyes tearing up. Deep breath, in âŠ. Out⊠I told myself as I brushed my clothes off and tried to smile before reaching the table, calming myself down. I just wanted to get Bokuto and stick by his side, his presence was reassuring and thatâs what I need. I just wanted to get my friend, maybe a hug⊠just anything. If the man came back, heâd probably back off, but I couldnât be alone.
When I got to the table and only saw Atsumu, I let out a nervous laugh. âMiya, whereâs Kou?â I looked behind me, making sure the man wasnât there. âHe disappeared with Kuroo and little Shoyo,â He said off-handedly, glancing at me as he spoke. I clenched my jaw, knowing if I spoke, I would break down. Deep breaths, in⊠and out⊠inâŠ. and outâŠâWhenâs he- coming back,â A knot in my throat gave away that I wasnât as composed as I seemed. But I did not want to be mocked by Atsumu and prayed he didnât catch on.
âI donât think he is-â He cut himself off and looked at me with a frown, âHey are you okay?â I waved him off, feeling my lips wobble a bit. I cleared my throat and frowned, âI need to find him, Iâll go find him-â
Turning around, I ignored him when he called my name and walked off as fast I could. This place did not feel as welcoming as it once did. Any bump against my shoulder made me feel more and more on edge, I didnât feel safe, I didnât feel good, I wanted to dig a whole and hide in it. Or build a house only made of walls, no windows, no door so that no one could see me or reach out for me. I wanted to cry, of frustration and dread.
When I finally reached the door and stepped outside, a loud shaky sound left my lips. âFuck, fuck,â I looked around quickly, making sure there wasnât anyone around before walking behind a tree big enough to hide my form. When I was hidden, I slid down the rugged tree, and let out controlled breath, trying to calm down. I kept swearing under my breath, not finding anything else to say.
I went to grab my phone and realized I left it in my bag, which meant I had to go back inside. The mere thought sent chills running down my body. I took a few more deep breaths and stood up, tucking my hands in my pockets to hide the fact that I was shaking. When I was about to make my way to the pub once more, I bumped into someone. My heart skyrocketed in my chest, I gasped and stepped back, âHey, be careful,â The sentence in itself made me feel sick, then I realized it wasnât the man from before.
I couldnât see much from how dark it was, but recognized Atsumu Miyaâs voice. âMiya,â I let out a breath of relief. Something hit my feet, I looked down, my eyes squinted I understood it was my bag, âThank you,â I was a lot more relieved than my tone portrayed, but I did not want him to know what was going on.
âWhatâs up with you?â
I looked up at him, my hands still in my pocket. âWhatâs up with me? Nothing. Whatâs up with you?â Please leave me alone, please leave me alone. If you stay here any longer, Iâll break down. I thought, my nose and eyes were starting to sting. I could feel tears coming in.
âYou seemed shaken inside, why did you need Bok? He left; you wonât find him.â I never realized he had an accent, unfortunately my mind was not focusing on that. It was focused on the fact that Bokuto wasnât nearby. My breathing wasnât getting any calmer.
I did not answer.
Atsumu seemed to be looking for something, then he pulled out his phone and turned on his flashlight and aimed it at me. I squinted my eyes at the sudden brightness and looked away, trying to cover my face. âHey, donât- are you okay? You look like youâve been crying,â He reached out for me and took hold of my hand to uncover my face, pulling his phone away and leading me away from the tree to get the moonlight to help him see and not blind me.
âI donât know why you needed Bokuto, but I can help you if you need,â
I didnât move. Glancing at our hands, I squeezed his hand, my actions did not match my words as I said, âStop being nice, I know you hate me- so just⊠fuck, look away,â Mid-way through my words, I started crying. I quickly tried to wipe them away, my motions were stopped when Atsumuâs hands pried mine from my face. He then pulled me closer and held me tight.
âIâm not looking, I canât see much right now itâs pretty dark,â I understood what he meant by that and held his sweater tight then started letting all out. I couldnât formulate any sentences; all I did was let out all the stress and tension that had gathered inside my body from that one short encounter. When I tried to wipe my tears to not wet his clothes, I heard Atsumu chuckle, âSomething fun about playing volleyball is that I genuinely couldnât give more shit about my clothes being wet, usually itâs sweat though but, Iâm not picky.â
I let out a breathy laugh and made it obvious enough that I was purposely wiping my tears on his sweater. âNow thatâs a bit too much, Iâm not your tissue, am I?â He said jokingly, I shrugged, mumbling against his chest, âDonât let your dreams be dreamsâŠâ It elated a loud laugh from the man, he quickly cleared his throat and calmed down, âNot funny, nope.â
We stayed like this a moment until I calmed down.
I could still hear the muffled sound of the party still going on inside the building, but I felt a lot better now, although embarrassed.
I didnât want to go back inside, and my friends had left. âI should go homeâŠâ I said in a low voice, shocking myself with how little energy there was in it.
âIâll drop you off,â he said while letting go of me. I hadnât let go right away and heard him made a confused sound as he was about to wrap his arms around me, I let go and stepped back, my cheeks warming up. âJust like that? No questions?â I was confused and felt like an idiot for breaking down in front of the only person who I thought would laugh at me for doing so. Instead, he was humane.
He was about to talk once more, but I was faster, âIâd imagine you nosy, and curious,â I stated, looking anywhere but at him.
âYeah? That proves you donât know me, not that you ever tried.â
âNeither did you, Miya. You think Iâm a bitch just because Iâm not as loud as your friends, or as easily readable as Hinata. And yet, you get along with Sakusa, can you feel the irony?â
He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. I sighed and sat on the ground, looking at the sky. âTo be honest itâs tiring, it stresses me out to be around you,â
âWhat?â He sounded utterly confused. I continued, âYou know, Bokutoâs an emotional drunk,â I paused, Atsumu agreed. âHe cried when you left. I told him you hated me, and he broke down in tears because all he wants is for us to get along,â So do I, I want us to get along. The way Bokuto talked about him made him sound funny, but every time he was around me, he turned sour and just kept being a bitch.
âAnyway, I wanted to talk to you about it and when I followed you and called out your name you just completely ignored me, so thereâs that.â I shrugged before wrapping my arms around my knees. I felt Atsumu sit beside me and do the same as me, âI donât remember that, when was that?â I grimaced, âYeah, figured. But like, donât make it sound like you would have listened if you had heard me. You can be real with me and just,â I waved his way, motioning to his entire being, âDrop the fake-niceties. Youâre being too civil right now, it looks weird on you,â
I said that, but what I meant is that it weirded me out, more than it looked weird on him. Not having him frowned at all my words, not having him huff all the time, or look mad⊠it felt strange, and I was not against it. âIâm not a bastard-â I did not control the snort that escaped my body. Atsumu scoffed, âSee! This is why youâre unsufferable!â
âUh? Excuse me? Whoâs the one who keeps assuming shit about the other? Because itâs not me, Iâm living my best life and youâre just, constantly mad at me. And youâre assuming wrong shit too? All in all, your vision of me is wrong, and you hate that same vision you built of me,â I fully turned to look at him, my speech getting faster, my tone a bit higher, my frustration growing. âDonât you understand itâs completely stupid? Donât you realize you look like an idiot? Iâm sure youâd be great company, if you werenât exactly what you say youâre not: a bastard.â
I pushed his legs, âSo to make things clear, because thatâs what confuses you and maybe youâre not smart enough to read me: I feel scared, I feel embarrassed and I feel frustrated, all of this at this very moment. Iâm not a fucking gold fish, and Iâm sure gold fish have emotions too, okay?â
I finally let out a breath I felt like I was holding and met Atsumuâs wide eyes, he was looking at me speechless. He opened his mouth once, closed, twice, closed. Then he hummed. âWhatever, at least act neutral around me, bear through that hate because Bokutoâs sad.â I huffed, about to get up. Before I could, Atsumu pulled me down and looked at me with a worried expression.
âDo I make you that unsafe? I didnât-â âItâs not you, itâsâŠâ I shook my head, deciding against telling me. âAll you make me feel is bad about myself,â
The blond frowned, any smile on his face disappearing. âI⊠didnât know,â
âOf course, you didnât! How could you? Your assumption is: the emotionless bitch,â I huffed. My heart was beating faster, for some reason. Letting it all out was one thing, but bearing the consequences of telling him, I was afraid heâd get mad anyway. I knew that talking some sense into him would be hard, but I felt like I went too hard with how he looked.
âWhy are you scared then, if not because of me? Are you sure itâs not because of me? I can go-â
I wanted to roll my eyes, but instead I grabbed his sleeve to stop him from leaving, âNo, no itâs not you. Your presence is⊠different than usual, so itâs kind of soothing if anything.â I told him, thinking of how to word it. I couldnât really tell him that if I ended up alone once again, Iâd feel a lot less safe.
His usual cocky tone was back, he did not mention what I told him about his actions but instead said, âIt feels like youâre avoiding answering my question though,â
Taking a deep breath, I sighed and looked at him in the eyes, âThere was this dude the entire evening, he kept looking at me. I ignored it, because ⊠Iâm not interested or anything, but when I tried to go after you, he blocked my path. Then he started making advances, and tried to make out or something, I kicked him in the balls and ⊠all that jazz, then made a run for it.â I explained, adding that thatâs why I wanted to find Bokuto. I didnât want to be alone.
Atsumuâs tone seemed determined as he asked where the guy was, he tried to get up, but I pulled him down with force once more. âWhy would you go after him?â
âOh, you think Iâm letting this man go âbout his life like that? Fucking asshole,â He started mumbling more insults, his blood boiling. He tried to get up once more, not listening to me. His accent seemed a lot stronger now he had lost his cool, I wanted to laugh but the panic of being alone was stronger.
âAtsumu!! I donât care if you want to beat his ass-â
âThen let me go!â
I tried to make him understand what I wanted; I gave him an intense look, but he was confused. âI-â I stopped talking and looked away before letting him go. âWhatever, youâre free to do as you please, go,â I shooed him away. Grabbing my bag to get my phone. Atsumu asked me what I was doing, âIâm calling Bokuto,â
âWhy? I told you, heâs somewhere, but-â I heard the ringtone coming from Atsumu, and gave him a confused look. âHe left his phone, soâŠâ
âGreat. Fantastic, yeah, well. Have fun proving youâre the alpha or something,â I shrugged. I was acting almost as childish as him right now, but I didnât want to straight up admit what I wanted.
Atsumu didnât move. He stayed right where he was, after a few moments he sat back down. âYou confuse me, I donât get what youâre doing,â He stated, looking at me, lost. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at me without blinking.
I only saw his look from glancing his way, but I wasnât facing him. I spelled it out for him, articulating each word, feeling my throat tighten as I said them, âI donât want to be alone. Because if he finds me before you find him, I donât knowâŠâ I ended up mumbling the last part.
All that left Atsumuâs lips was an âAhâ before he scooted closer. âAlright, well, as your knight in shining armor I canât let you down, you know.â
âYouâre not a knight, you just have the privilege of being very muscly and intimidating.â I said as I rested my chin on my knees when I brought them to my chest.
The blond was humming, thinking, not replying right away. He did not say much about what happened, and I was thankful for that. I already felt like an idiot for breaking down in front of him out of everyone, so if he had brought it up, I would have died on the spot. But with him next to me, it felt almost relaxing. A lot different than the mood in the car. Almost as if things had slightly cleared up, but I must have been imagining things.
âSo, Iâm a bastard, muscly, intimidating, very bad at reading people,â As he started listing tings, I was nodding along, saying âyesâ until he said the last one, âAnd hotâ âYes- Wait, I didnât say that. The other stuff I said, yeah, but not the last one,â
Pointing at me, he grinned, âHaha, you said I was hot, you said it, I heard it, itâs out there now,â
Rolling my eyes, I slowly faced him and observed him a moment, trying to assess what was his deal, âWhatâs with the change of attitude? Arenât you supposed to hate me?â I did not mind him being playful, but once again⊠it was strange, and if he was doing that just because I felt bad, I didnât need it. Feeling a bit cold, I started rubbing my hands on my arms, still focused on Atsumu.
The man sighed and rested his chin on his fist. Like me he had brought his knees to his chest, but what differed was that he was pouting right now, I was not. âSee, I never said I hated you,â
âPerhaps not, but your actions told me otherwise,â Never have I ever felt welcomed in his presence, he made it very obvious he did not like me.
âHey, your actions are also very much not-lovey, okay?â He said in a defensive tone, I met that tone with a quirked brow. âIs that so? What did I ever do to you Miya?â From what I remembered I acted the same around him that I did around the others. Perhaps a bit colder since I was not friend with the man, but I never disrespected him.
âYou make it very obvious you donât want to be around me!â âHow so?â
âYou donât smile, you donât laugh- the constant glaring, the whispers with Bok- and now I know itâs âcause you donât like me and not âcause youâre being emotionless, you made it clear.â He blurted out. It seemed he had that list at the ready, and he needed to let it all out. But I couldnât help but chuckle.
âSo⊠you act like a little bitch because, according to you, I donât like you? Because everyone should like you, right?â
âYes!! People always love me, Iâm handsome, funny, a great guy really, but you hate me, it doesnât make sense, what did I ever do to you?â
Sucking my teeth in, I smacked my lips, âWell, it seems itâs a bit of a misunderstanding.â
âYeah? Whatâdâya mean?â He asked. I smiled to myself, hiding behind my hand as I pondered on how to word it. The first time I saw him, he looked very handsome, thatâs why I stared at him. Clearly first impression made the lasting impression⊠âFirst, Iâll admit youâre funny. I just donât laugh as loud as Kou, if we can call that a laugh. Iâd say a bark would be more fitting. But I do find you funny, you just need to pay more attention.â I shrugged.
He frowned, âThat doesnât explain the rest!â
âWhen did I glare at you?â âThe day we met! When I told Bok, he said I wouldnât understand,â
I rolled my eyes, why had he said that to him? For the love of God, he made a bigger deal out of this than it was meant to be. âYeah? Well, believe it or not, I was checking you out.â I stated, not looking at him.
âYou what?â He moved suddenly and was now crouching weirdly next to me, pulling at my leg, literally, to get my attention, âWhat? You what? Youâre kidding right?â
Facing him, I gave him a deadpanned expression, âDo I look like Iâm kidding? And while Iâm at it, the whispers could have been one of those three things,â I emphasized by raising a finger at each count, âNumber one: âheâs cuteâ, number two: âBro where is the food?â and last but not least, it does varyâ I paused, feeling a bit more hurt when saying this one, âDid I say something mean? Why is he looking at me like that? Why does he hate me?â
Before he could say anything, I placed both my hands on the ground and was about to stand up, âAnyway, great talking to you, thatâs enough opening up for one night-â âHey, no, no, you donât get to go! Weâre making progress,â He gripped my hand and pulled me back before I could fully stand up. I clicked my tongue against my teeth, annoyed, but did not say anything. It was humiliating enough to have told him that, but now I knew it flattered him. His ego was only boosted from this.
âNo, because this changes everything!â Dear fuck, no.
Feeling my back ache, I laid on the ground and asked, absentmindedly âDoes it, now? How so? You were still a bastard to me, no amount of charm can save that, Miya.â I regretted saying the last part, thinking he would feel even bolder after hearing me tell him he had charm.
There was a silence. A long one.
After a few minutes, Atsumu laid down next to me. âIâm sorry, I thought you hated me for no reason. I clearly misread⊠Everything⊠It also ticked me off that you were so stoic all the time⊠I was trying to get you angry for a good reason, not just because you randomly hated me, you know? Does that make sense?â
To be fair, I didnât see the logic behind that. I was a bit confused too, but he seemed genuine in his apology. âIt makes some sort of sense, albeit being a bit of an immature reaction⊠Clearly, we started on the wrong foot,â I told him in all honesty.
Both of us were silent for a moment. He was right, it indeed changed everything. This entire time we had known one another, we had acted like assholes for nothing. I wanted to ask him what he wanted to do now that this was cleared up, but I also felt like he wouldnât care. But he surprised me.
âDo you wanna start over?â I heard Atsumu ask in a somewhat shy voice. I stared at the sky with wide eyes. Had he asked that? I didnât mind that.
Not really knowing how to do it, I quickly sitting up and looked at his still laying form. âCome on,â I hurried for him to sit up, he did, a bit lost. Reaching out for a handshake, I waited for him to take it, when he did, I told him my full name, âNice to meet you, Iâm Bokutoâs best friend and I really have to pee,â
Atsumu snorted a laugh and shook my hand, âIâm Miya Atsumu, the best volleyball player youâll ever meet, and Iâll escort you to the bathroom,â chuckling at that, I accepted his offer. He got up and helped me to my feet before telling me to go first. Shaking my head, I told him to go first, âThat way youâre my shield and I get to take a look at those cakes,â I said jokingly. Shit, no, no, not that friendly yet, I thought.
He had pulled out his phone at this very moment, his screen lighting his face. I could see the way his cheeks turned pink when I said that. âIn a friendly way! Tell me not to do it, I wonât, I was joking,â I said quickly when started walking. Looking over his shoulder, he shook his ass, âNah look, I donât go to the gym 4 times a week for nothing,â We both laughed as we made our way inside.
Before we entered the bar, Atsumu stopped dead in his track, making me bump in his back. I swore under my breath and stepped back, looking at him curiously. âGrab my shirt, Iâm not losing you in the crowd,â He said seriously. It was sort of cute how he was suggesting this seriously, but I couldnât help but grin, âIs this like a third-grade school trip? I think Iâll easily find that little mop of yours, among those people, that is if I lose you-â âAnd Iâll find yours, which means the bastard will too, okay?â
I was taken aback by his bluntness, but he was right. His reminder made me feel my stomach churn, in the little time I had spent with Atsumu, I had made sure to try to forget about the incident. But I couldnât just do that, not when the party was still going on. âOkay⊠sure, but can I instead hold your arm or something, it feels very childish to hold onto your shirt Miya,â
His expression changed from seriousness to bashfulness when he looked away and reach out for my hand, âIf you wanted to hold my hand so bad you could have just asked,â He started, adding over his shoulder, âAnd itâs Atsumu, Miyaâs for people who hate me,â He grinned happily. I sped up to be at his pace, âYou seem to be too much at ease to switch from hate to flirting, Atsumu,â
His name rolled strangely off my tongue, but I was willing to make the effort. After all, I had a new friend, the least I can do is respect his preferences. His answer was to walk faster, his hand still gripping mine tight. I donât know why, but I didnât mind, his stupidly rough hand and his complete change of attitude made him somewhat enjoyable to be around.
As we zig-zagged in the crowd, I felt someone touch my shoulder but didnât look at it. Only gripping Atsumuâs hand tighter. Instead of reacting out of panic, I thought: itâs alright, it must be an accidental bump, nothing much, people having fun. Then it happened again, it was with more force this time, I had to look around. When I did, I saw the man from earlier, I pulled Atsumuâs arm urgently, earning an annoyed âwhatâ when he turned around.
âThaâ your frienâ? The one thaâ was ignoring you? Mmmm? Where were you goinâ with âim?â My heart was in my throat, I felt sick. Insistent people were annoying enough as it was, but add alcohol to the mixt? Awful. They seemed to be even less aware of their action, and a lot more sensitive to whatever was being told to them. I hated it. âYe bit me,â he went to grab my arm, but I pulled it back before he could, âYouâre playinâ hard to get, I like that âbout a girl, feisty and all-â Before I could tell him off, Atsumu stepped forward and punched him.
âThatâs for being fucking disgusting,â Was what he said, then punched him again, âThatâs for being a creep,â He raised his fist again, I quickly grabbed his hand and lowered it, twisting his arm in a weird angle which force him to stop. âHey hey hey, it hurts, let go-â âCan you please stop? Letâs just go,â The man behind Atsumu was being checked by people around, it annoyed the blond, I could see it, but he did not say anything. âRight, bathroom first.â He said as he pushed me towards the bathroom.
I tried to stop him from pushing me, but he kept on doing that until we were in the corridor. âIâll watch over here, no oneâs gonna bother you,â I gave him the semblant of a smile and entered the bathroom. When I did, only a few seconds after did I hear Atsumuâs voice yell that the man he had punched was a bastard who tried to take advantage of someone. I tuned out from his little speech, feeling embarrassed but also, strangely, warm? He was being over the top, but I think he was trying to do something good.
The muffled sound of what was going on outside of this room felt peaceful. I could finally hear my thoughts, hear how fast my heart was beating. Looking up from the sink, I finally saw how bad I looked. I was shaken, my hair more messy than usual, my eyes were glassy. When I glanced at my collarbone, I saw the redness from when the man nipped at my skin. âGross,â I mumbled as I grabbed some toilet paper, wetted it and added some soap before scrubbing the spot.
Am I overreacting? No, heâs fucking disgusting. He didnât do much though, but he could have. Itâs been so long since some shit like this happened, I canât make a big deal out of it, itâs stupid- A knock interrupted my thoughts, âHey you good in there? The waterâs been running for a while now, can I come in? Iâm coming in-â I dropped the paper towel in the trash and turned around to look at Atsumu with a bored expression.
âWhat if I was doing super private? Youâre lucky there isnât anyone else in the stalls, youâd be kicked out,â I said with a short laugh as I grabbed my bag, Atsumu stopped me and looked at me with a frown. âWhy are you red?â He asked sternly.
âMaybe itâs an allergy,â I trailed off.
He shook his head, âBut itâs not though, you didnât do that to yourself, right?â âDear- no no, I didnât- maybe, kind of but no,â It wasnât a good enough answer for him. The expression on his face was one I had never seen yet, perhaps had I never paid enough attention, or perhaps had he never shown it to me, but whichever it was, I felt guilty for making him look like this.
âJust the weird dude tried to kiss me or something, I donât know, a bite, a nip, call it what you want. I didnât want to see it, so I scrubbed it⊠It feels gross, I know itâs nothing and you might say Iâm overreacting but I feel violated and-â My breath caught in my throat, I swallowed my saliva and took a few deep breaths to talk down, âAnd itâs over, so yeah, letâs leave-â
âI wouldnât say youâre overreacting; I think someone was a real jerk and like, invaded your personal space, and youâre definitely in the right to feel like that, you know? I feel like you donât need me to feel sorry for you⊠so uh, youâre strong, and heâs got a big black eye, and heâs pretty lucky I didnât rip his tongue off,â Atsumu said quickly, his eyes trying to catch mine, but I was playing with my hands, listening to each word leaving his lips.
If someone asked me, I would have said I didnât need to hear those things. But it would have been a lie. I never would have thought hearing someone else tell me I was feeling something valid would make me feel so relieved. With shaky breaths, I looked up, eyes tearing up and shoved his shoulder playfully, âI was kidding when I said you had to prove you were the alpha or something,â I sniffed and wiped the tears that were threatening to fall, âYouâll be lucky if no one jumps you when we leave, youâre impulsive,â
âHe deserved it! And he was ugly, now heâll have to go home knowing someone so much hotter than him beat him up, and that he lost,â I laughed breathlessly at his words, rubbing the spot on my collarbone absentmindedly. âWell, I think he could have used a bit more kicks in the balls,â I said jokingly.
Nudging my shoulder, Atsumu said, âIt can be arranged, you know,â
âNah, weâre good, letâs just⊠Leave,â I said that, but I didnât move. Nor did Atsumu. Someone walked behind us, and we waited until they were done cleaning their hands, and the door slammed behind them, to finally say something. âDâya got lipstick?â Atsumu asked in hushed whisper, poking my bag.
Quirking a brow in confusion, I rummaged through my bag but didnât find any. Instead, I found a pink highlighter, I was going to shove it back when Atsumu grabbed it, âThatâll do!â He uncapped it and started coloring his lips, I considered stopping him, but it was very fascinating and a bit funny.
âWhenâs your birthday? I might buy you one if you think thatâs your color,â I said, huffing a laugh. Atsumu motioned for me to wait, a finger raised. I did just that.
When he was done, he handed me the highlighter back. âStop me if you feel uncomfortable,â He said a bit too suspiciously.
I gave him a nervous smile, then he started leaning in, I leaned back avoiding his face then noticed he wasnât trying to kiss me. Instead, he went lower and pressed his lips on the redder part of my skin, on my collarbone. I felt my heartbeat speed up but didnât say anything. He quickly pulled back, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. âThere! Now itâs not weird, itâs pretty, and itâs not him, itâs me, I think itâs a great upgrade.â
My cheeks were heating up as I gazed down at the kiss mark on my skin. We could barely see it, but I knew it was there. I could still feel the pressure of his lips against my skin. Tearing my gaze from it, I went to take some paper towel and wetted it, then grabbed Atsumuâs chin and proceeded to wipe his lips properly. âI donât want you to lick your lip and just- eat the ink like a child- hey stop moving, you did that to yourself.â âYou could at least say something!â
When I was done, I threw the paper towel but did not trust my voice to make any sort of coherent sound. Atsumuâs voice however had no problem to spur complete idiocies, âNooo, donât go all mute on me, youâre so sexy-â âDid you really just say that?â
âAnd I stand by it,â He opened the door and told me to lead the way. The conversation was paused while we made our way outside, the loud music and people made it almost impossible to hear one another. What I could hear was the loud whines of the man at the bar while the bartender was tending to his âwoundsâ which consisted of one black eye and thatâs it. Rolling my eyes, I picked up the pace and exhaled loudly when I reached the outside, fresh air hitting my face instead of gross drunken air.
With Atsumu still behind, I pulled out my phone to look at what he had left on my skin. I pull out the flash to see properly. Idiot⊠why is it nice⊠no, no, itâs nothing, itâs just that, nice. Nothing more. Good method to hide the gross ass mark, good for me. Yeah.
âAh! Soooo you like it so much youâre taking a pic of it? Bring me lipstick next time, Iâll leave an even better mark, maybe two-â âIâm not taking a picture, I was checking-â âIt out, you were checking it out, because itâs hot, right?â
Maybe. âI think I preferred bastard Miya to loud Atsumu,â I taunted him, hoping he wouldnât take it wrong. I was caught off guard when he looped his arm around my shoulders, âNah ye donât, come on, Iâll get you home,â âThank God you didnât say youâd bring me to your place, I would have gagged,â I joked, earning a scoff from the player. He bumped my hips with his, âYou know what? Itâs actually a great suggestion! I think the nightâs just started, maybe we could watch a movie or something?â
My instinct was to refuse his offer. But then again, I would have to stay awake until I got news from Bokutoâs wellbeing, may it be from Kurooâs phone or a new number if Hinata was still alive. âDonât you try weird shit, Iâm not falling asleep at your place, and it better not be freezing- and also it better not smell-â âAlright, alright, I get it! My placeâs pretty clean ye know? I barely spend time there, how can I dirty it?â
âRight. No weird shenanigans, okay?â Waving me off, Atsumu agreed, telling me it was going to be alright. He unlocked the car and we slipped in, finally surrounded by a comfortable silence.
I let my head hit the back of the seat and exhaled loudly, âHow about we go get some food first?â
âSounds like a plan! You pay for it since Iâm paying for the gas of this beautiful baby,â He said as he gently slapped the car door. Giving him an incredulous smile, I said, âYeah⊠No, Iâm paying for my shit, you pay for yours,â
He threw his hands in an over exaggerated manner, âFine! But I choose the movie then!â
âI genuinely couldnât care less of what weâre watching, you do what you want-â âWall-E it is,â He started as he started the car, âI think itâs a poetic start to this relationship,â
âFine by me, Iâve never seen it anyway,â I shrugged as I buckled my seatbelt. I regretted saying this when he looked at me in pure shock and started telling me how it made sense that I made such a bad metaphor.
God was this ride going to be long. But at least, I was no more bathed in tension and feeling the urge to jump off the car. I was feeling pretty content right now, and perhaps Bokuto was right. Perhaps Miya Atsumu was funny and just a little bit cool.
Just maybe.
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