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#my roommate asks me one question and im like UM well this but also this but i think this but you can do this too but well this OH yea that<3
wintersera · 7 months
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roommate au g!p chaewinter x fem!reader
notes: i fear i may have half assed the ending DONT COME FOR ME IM SORRY </3 but anyways my two favourite bob girls deserve a good dick sucking. also gaht damn reader 100% has an oral fixation
cw: g!p idol, oral (reader giving), blowjob, handjob, threesome (both idols receiving), definitely not proofread. i think thats it? lmk if i missed anything
word count: 1.8k
sunday afternoon and everything is slow as hell today, nothing is really going on and it’s just so…. boring. your roommates were nowhere to be seen, so you can’t even whore yourself out of boredom. ning was hanging out with some of her friends, aeri is out partying WITHOUT YOU? and jimin is out at a cafe. as for minjeong, she hasn’t even come out of her bedroom yet and it’s 2pm.
so what do you do? well, you knew a few friends that could help with that boredom of yours.
scrambling for your phone, you leap outta the couch and scurry towards your room. the door was already open so you didn't have to worry much about accidentally slamming it and possibly waking minjeong up. as soon as you get your hands on your phone, you immediately open up your contacts to call the one and only kim chaewon, waiting eagerly for her to pick up.
“is there anyone at your dorm right now?”
“not even a hello? a ‘good afternoon how are you’? you’re calling because you want my dick right?”
“um… yes… also good afternoon. anyways answer the question quick quick quick” on the other side you could hear laughter erupting from the girl.
“nah sorry everyones here today, even eunchae so... give me 5 minutes and i’ll be there, see you!”
with that, your very rushed conversation ended. you were glad to know someone was gonna come and fu- i mean take care of you. excited, you decide to wear your best set of lingerie for her. it’s been a while since you last saw chaewon and you wanted to make things fun for the both of you. however, unexpectedly minjeong had caught you changing through your opened door. looking cute in her oversized pyjamas and a blanket draped around her shoulders, there she stood with her mouth agape.
“oh you’re finally awake. i was so bored, minjeongie come and help me will you?” sorta forgetting that chaewon was about to come over.
“huh? i-i just woke up.. also why are you wearing just lingerie”
“oh, about that-”
didn’t seem like 5 minutes had passed, but she was already here, right outside the door. a big ass knock echoed three times as you stare at minjeong. “um… i may have asked someone else to come here, oops sorry minjeongie” she couldn’t help but pout at you, she’s just woken up and seeing you with pretty lingerie on has her thinking many thoughts. but now you’re gonna let someone else see it? she’s a little jealous, but really she wants to let you have your time alone with her if that’s what you really want.
“i’m gonna freshen up. i’ll be out in a minute” waddling towards the bathroom door.
anyway, you open the door to meet a shorter girl. of course you knew it was chaewon, so you dragged her in with urgency “i won’t lie, i need to make out with you right now” pulling her in by the collar
“fuck, is this what you’re like when you haven’t seen me in so long? are you this needy for me?” checking you out with a wide grin on her face. you hadn’t put any clothes on; just you and your lingerie. wrapping her arms around your neck, her lips almost meeting your own. you could feel her getting harder against your leg, seeing you so needy for her got her going and it made sense for her to react like that. it had been so long since she’s last seen your face, and it had been so so long since she’s had you at all. her actions alone shined through her innocent demeanour, pressing her hot body against yours to purposely rile you up.
“go on, kiss me”
her words were intoxicating, like poison it took over your body and pulled you into her embrace. no minute was wasted, her top priority was fucking you even if it was in the hallway. all clothes on her disappeared within seconds, forcefully dragging you to the couch and tearing off what remains on you so now you’re both naked.
desperate would be an understatement. there was a certain connection between the two of you and it was like electricity. every kiss she gave you felt like something new and refreshing, and it grew passionately. her lust, hunger, desire- everything; it was consuming her mind and body. she wanted nothing more than you in the moment and you let her have you. now you were on the couch with her above you. swooping down, she kisses your lips again, finding that your lips were already parted for her entry.
if your eyes were sharp enough you would’ve been able to see what was going on in the corner of your eye, but alas, you thought it was something falling or maybe something strange moving. but you didn’t care for it in this moment, your only thoughts were of the shorter girl about to dick you down. a couple of unknown groans were heard from the bathroom, and it both caught you off guard, yet you laughed, unlike chaewon who was startled “who..? come out the bathroom, creep” door opening slowly, minjeong panicking as her hands were fumbling on the door knob “..wait what the fuck minjeong?”
“my bad- i thought you guys were gonna go into the bedroom and not the couch… and i was kinda stuck in here so you know” quickly shoving her cock back inside her briefs.
“pause.. your cocks massive what the hell? join in. it’ll be fun, right y/n?”
“y-yeah that sounds fun” huffing as you catch your breath “minjeong~ come here”
yeah you’ve seen this exact scenario acted out before, but seeing minjeong bashfully drift towards you will always be your favourite thing ever. covering her face with a hand she whispers something into chaewons ears. chae nods with a grin on her face. what exactly are they planning?
hoisting herself off of you, giggling with the other bob haired girlie. no wonder why the both of them are very good friends “y/n baby, kneel down here” you nodded at her as she signalled for you to kneel in between them.
zero words were exchanged after that, but you knew what was going to happen. two women towering over you, chae who was fully stripped and minjeong who was in the process of taking off her briefs again. fuck, it was quite a view. both of their cocks were out, fully erect and ready to be sucked, but unfortunately you weren’t blessed with two mouths. however, you do have two hands that could be used.
but it’s you, you wanted something in your mouth and there’s nothing better than having minjeongs massive cock filling up the empty space. having one hand on minjeongs thigh and your other wrapped around chaewons shaft, pumping it slowly which also mirrored the speed of your blowjob. a low groan reverberated deep in minjeongs chest followed by your own muffled moans overlapping her own.
she looked down at you, seeing the way your eyes shined while you were giving her head. something in her just snapped and her hands flew to your head, pushing you down, choking around her shaft. the action causing you to moan louder. the vibrations from your throat sending shivers down her spine. your pride grew and so did your pace, bobbing your head up and down, coating her cock with your saliva.
and of course you didn’t forget about chaewon, like your mouth, your hands began to move faster. her slick coated your hands making it much easier for her to buck her hips into your fist. chaewon bit her lip in a flimsy attempt at trying not to let her whimpers out in front of minjeong and you, but she obviously failed to do so. covering her face in embarrassment only because she’s never been so riled up in front of minjeong before.
your hand felt great around her cock, rolling it all the way down her length made her feel like her body was on fire. as if it wasn’t enough you suddenly played around with her tip, swiping your thumb over it. god she was simply melting in your hands “more, more. move your hand f-faster i can’t take it anymore, fuck” a series of begs and squeels tumbling out of her mouth.
you could tell by the way she was begging that she was close to cumming, feeling her hand reach out for your arms as she squeezed them. indicating that she was about to release “good, too good. fuck y/n cum- i’m gonna cum”
toppling over as she was still standing up, she releases her load literally everywhere, her cum splattering all over the side of your face, your hand and some even dripping onto the floor.
she felt somewhat guilty for cumming way before minjeong did, so what could she do for her best friend? well of course she’d help you out by grabbing your head and pushing you faster than how minjeong had “come on. that’s a good girl, take minjeongs entire length. make her cum in your mouth”
your face began to grow hotter and hotter, eyes rolling back as you can feel minjeongs grip on your head become tighter. hollowing out your cheeks and pressing your tongue flat against the bottom of of her cock, you could feel her legs tensing as you drew her even closer to the edge “pleasepleaseplease don’t- don’t stop, i’m close pleaseee” all said while tears began to roll out from her glossy eyes.
her unending pleas and screams for you could definitely be heard by the next door neighbours, but her shame didn’t stop her from calling out for you in a manner that could only be deemed as whorish “cumming- oh god it feels too good”
rolling her head back in ecstasy, she lets out a guttural moan, gripping onto your hair for dear life. she gives one final thrust into your mouth, filling it to the brim with her cum. and she came a lot- swallowing it all and smiling innocently at her.
you watched her come down from her high, chest rising up and down rapidly. panting heavily while she’s staring at the ceiling “…are you okay there minjeong?”
“yeah, nah i almost lost my mind for a second. that was too good, i almost blacked out”
your knees starting to feel the pains of kneeling for too damn long, you spring up wobbling as you try to walk to the kitchen to grab a handful of kitchen towels.
“you guys came so much…” catching a glimpse of the wall. how the fuck did it get on the wall.. “okay now chae that’s just crazy because i know you cum A LOT ,but seriously how is it on the wall?”
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yeah ik the ending is kinda abrupt but my mind ran short so… LMAO
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wintervenom · 1 year
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The Raven
Chapter 1?
This story is a marvel x Wednesday show crossover. By the way sorry for the grammar mistake (also Natasha is Reader's adoptive parent, Reader doesn't have like powers but they do have a symbiote aka Venom)
I'm trying to figure out how to make this and this is kinda my first story here so I'm very sorry if you don't like this I will try and make it better.
** means venom talking to the reader's mind
~~ means reader's answer them
-- actions
Nat: look I know you are not very excited about this but you need to give this a chance to work out what you need and try to be a teenager and enjoy yourself.
Y/n: we were never kids mom you know it and this school is way too far for my liking
Nat: oh I know that see we have arrived
A time skip is brought by me with love ❤️.
Principal W: (we all know who is this women 🙏🏻) It's a pleasure to meet you miss Romanoff seeing that your child has very good grades they were able to accept them in Nevermore.
Y/n: if I have a say in all of this principal Weems I saw that this school has uniforms I would like to ask if it was OK if I use the boy's uniform. It's for preference...
Venom: YOU HAD TO ASK FOR CHOCOLATE, I WANT MY CHOCOLATE.
Principal W:I don't think that would be a problem, let me show you your dorm I will get someone to show you the school
Nat: sorry darling I have to do something about going to Sokovia I will call you ok -she kisses y/n on the forehead and lives-
-after some walking and asking questions principal Weems they arrived at the dorm-
Principal w: this is your dorm you can decorate it how you like, your mother told me about your friend so you have it all for yourself, I already told someone to give you the tour they would be here at any moment.
Y/n: thank you principal Weems - venoms head comes out of y/n back- I want my chocolate or I would eat someone's head.
Principal w: and your chocolate will be arriving soon -after saying that she leave their room-
- after we see her leave the room we start to put our stuff in the place that we want it to go making sure that everything is going in the right place we are left with a very nice room-
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(Something like this, sorry if you don't like it the picture is very thanks to our aunt's Pinterest)
Y/n: well it looks nice...
Venom: I don't think they are bad people I really want to eat bad people.
Y/n: I know buddy but for now I would give you chocolate we should find a way about that later -someone knocks on the door- um... yeah? Come in.
...: well hii!.. oh wow this reminds me of my roommate.
...2: I prefer darker stuff this is just a pathetic children's play.
Y/n: hi???? I'm Y/n pleasure to meet you both
Enid: oh yeah sorry I'm Enid and this is my roommate and friend Wednesday we are showing you the school.
Wednesday: we are not friends just acquaintances. Now let's show you the place every second I miss I could have been writing my novel.
-they leave the place and start walking through the halls while Enid is very happy talking about the place leaving the quad for the end-
Enid: and best for the end this is the quad (let's suppose that a very bubbly Enid told them about the F.F.S.S aka fang, furs, stoners, and sirens) what are you?
Y/n: im what you guys call a normie not that special you know
-venom and Y/n speak through their mind-
*You dare to deny us? I've been very hurt cupcake*
~call me cupcake again and you will have no chocolate~
Wednesday: so you just came to a school full of outcasts
Y/n: well мой ворон it's not illegal you know?
Enid: O.M.G, what was that language?
Y/n: Russian it's my mother tongue -y/n shrugs their shoulder- it's normal.
Wednesday: -grabs her pocket knife and points it at Y/n- I don't know what that means and I don't care if you dare to call me that again you will have no tongue to speak again
Y/n: -smirks- *I like her, she is like an angry little scorpion let's keep her cupcake* ~she is not a pet venom~ you know мой ворон you are one angry person I like it -after saying that they leave the quad-
Time skip❤️
-Y/n was walking to fencing class-
Y/n: ~come on V this is going to be awesome we train with mom and the others~
*no, we are stronger*
Bianca: hey new kid let's see what you got -she looks at them and smirks-
Y/n: -they smirk at Bianca-
oh, what a pleasure that would be...
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(Y/n smirk reference... we all like a good reference)
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munamania · 1 year
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hiiii abby i didn't read the ask posts you reblogged but if everybody else is sending you asks i wanna be included <3 ummm let me think of a question. OH. tell me where you are on riverdale... what do you think about it, i know you're not on s3 yet (unless i don't know that...) so you HAVE to be sure to Blog about it when you do get there becasue it is literally one of THE great tvseasons of all time i think. anyway literally you have got to catch up on riverdale so you can experience waching it live... time is running out... the end is near... etc. anyway i hope you're well, hope your night is going fine. um i hope your roommates get their shit together and i hope film girl dies. sorry to speak her name, i just hate her <3 i'm still very jealous you got to meet dylan mulvaney but also happy for you but also that should have happened to me but also happy for you... xoxo ily bye goodnight :)
hiii beth i saved this cause i got so sleepy last night <3 but okay so im on s2e20 rn. was really happy to see cheryl and betty hanging out this cooper drama is crazzzy. also last ep oh my god! i was like jaw dropped rip archie was all bloody and beaten and kidnapped... i already brought up how fun s2e18 was at one point i was so so giddy thru that ep lol. i have done such an awful job catching up UGH i was watching a decent pace briefly pre break and then my mom didnt wanna watch w me and life happened and i got SO thrown off. so im just gonna have it on as much as i can over the next few days and then........ watch anyway?? or should i just miss the first week the big return and do everything i can to catch up before next week. i appreciate the vitriol you have for her tbh like it's sooooo nice to have another hater for her out there. reminding me to have a backbone. and she sucked so bad. also god the roommates. i HAVE to get out of here (and thank god i will in just a few months.) litchrally wish you could have been here for dylan i was soo so so unexpectedly like nervous like a little chihuahua shaking and she was so kind and sweet but i was SAUR embarrassed and kinda gross after work. she was lovely though. yeah you shouldve been here fr. anyway love u hope ur having a good night <3
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asthmark · 4 years
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❝ 10 things i know about you ❞ l.jn
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synopsis → there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.
request → “if you're still accepting requests, can u make a domestic roommate!jeno? 🥺🥺 thank you and have a nice dayyy”
word count → 7.1k (bruhhh)
sharing an apartment with lee jeno isn’t ideal.
it’s not that he’s a lousy roommate or that you disliked him in any way; you just didn’t know him. you had first met through a mutual friend. they knew jeno was looking for someone to split rent with and that you happened to need a place to stay. they promised you he would give you privacy and assured jeno you were excellent roommate material. with that, arrangements were made and soon enough you moved in together. of course, it was a bit awkward at first but you two eventually got used to each other’s presence. although you were never in the same room for too long and oftentimes went days without speaking, you coexisted.
for a long time, you only knew a couple things about your roommate. for example, you were aware of his strong love for cats, especially his pet calico, seol. you also knew he kept the freezer stocked with pizza rolls that he would use as energy when he stayed up all night playing video games.
what you didn’t know, however, was that you would be spending the next couple months locked in your apartment with him. on top of that, you would begin to learn more things about him—his life, his personality, his feelings.
there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.
       1. he’s a heavy sleeper.
at 10:28 in the morning you find yourself seated at the dining table in the kitchen, spooning froot loops into your mouth. as you stuff your face, you scroll through your phone for entertainment. you decide to open instagram first but you quickly find that to be a mistake. as soon as you open the app a picture of lucas and who you thought was his ex-girlfriend greets you. if that was bad, the caption hits you like a ton of bricks.
@lucas_xx444: should have never left you
in only five words, lucas has completely erased the months you spent dating. it meant nothing to him. sure, things hadn’t ended things the best way but going right back to his toxic ex and even admitting to missing her—now that was a new low. was this his way of getting back at you? his way of making you hurt just like he had throughout your entire relationship? the thought alone leaves you feeling sick.
you decide you’ve already had enough social media for one morning so you decide to check your messages instead. your friends usually left a couple of them overnight. to your surprise, you find that your main group chat has accumulated 241 messages.
[10:48 am] you: good morning i see u guys have been vry chatty
[10:49 am] yeji: ur finally awake!
[10:50 am] yuna: we thought u died lol
[10:50 am] lia: YUNA
[10:50 am] lia: NO
[10:51 am] ryujin: the timing for that joke could not be worse
[10:52 am] yuna: humor is my coping mechanism leave me alone
[10:52 am] you: ??? what happened
[10:53 am] chaeryeong: we left msgs for a reason dummy read them!!
[10:53 am] you: umm there’s over 200 and im not abouta read all that
[10:54 am] yuna: well then lemme break it down
[10:54 am] yuna: the world is ending :)
[10:55 am] you: welp it was about time
[10:55 am] lia: why r u guys like this
[10:56 am] yeji: there’s been a covid-19 outbreak and it’s spreading like wildfire so the government issued a stay at home order :/
[10:57 am] you: omg WHAT
[10:57 am] ryujin: ikr it’s crazy we literally can’t go anywhere
[10:57 am] chaeryeong: and we can’t get boba today either ;( i was so looking forward to that
[10:58 am] ryujin: let’s pls take a moment of silence for all the current and future boba dates that will have to be cancelled
[10:59 am] yuna: no way am i gonna let some wannabe flu make me go boba-less i’m still going out >:(
[10:59 am] lia: ...ur joking right
[10:59 am] yeji: what color casket do u want yuna?
before the groupchat can distract you any further, you place your phone down on the table. you sit back in your chair and let the newly revealed information sink in.
you were stuck inside.
you sigh before standing to clean your dishes. as you’re scrubbing away at your bowl, you feel something brush against your leg. you smile, not even having to look down to know it was seol. the cat would often wander into your room or sleep next to you when you watched tv on the couch. in fact, you were pretty sure you spent more time with seol than his owner.
you gaze at jeno’s room. as always, the door is shut. you wonder if you should let him know what was happening. you two usually kept your distance but you figured that the circumstance you found yourself in was an exception. you quickly dry your hand and shuffle towards his room.
you knock once, quite softly. you assume he’s asleep so you try again, this time a little harder. still, no avail. the third time you put even more force into it. by this time, seol has found his way beside you and claws at the door.
“jeno?” you knock a fourth time. “jeno! lee jeno!”
after more shouting accompanied by incessant meowing, you hear some muffled movement. moments later the door knob twists open and there stands your roommate with disheveled hair and a robe that had obviously just been thrown on his body. seol has taken the open crack in the door as an invitation inside the bedroom.
jeno blinks a couple times as he watches the feline get himself comfortable on his bed. he turns back to you, looking slightly disoriented. you’re not sure if he’s half asleep or your sudden presence has thrown him for a loop. his voice comes out raspy when he asks, “was he, um, bothering you or something?”
you shake your head, vigorously. “that’s not why i came. it’s just that my friends told me that there’s been some kind of virus outbreak and we’re supposed to stay home. so, i thought i’d let you know.”
his face softens. “oh, cool.” suddenly, the look changes. “not the virus thing! that’s totally not cool. i meant, it’s cool that you let me know and stuff. you just saved me a huge freak out so, uh, thank you.”
you smile and nod. “no problem.”
jeno’s eyes linger as you retreat back into your room down the hall. the sound of his door shutting is heard only once you’re out of his eyesight.
   2.    he can cook better than you.
most of the time, you would go out to eat dinner with your friends in the evenings or at least stop by a drive thru. obviously, this was no longer possible in the midst of a pandemic. you found that to be incredibly frustrating as you sat on your bed, stomach empty. no matter how badly you wished to fix it, your laziness had gotten the best of you. apart from that, you already knew how unlucky you were when it came to cooking—the memory of burning noodles at lia’s house one night had been permanently seared into your brain.
you almost believe your mind is playing tricks on you when you catch a whiff of pasta in the air. for a moment you think it’s your next door neighbor, taeyong, cooking again. you knew he was quite the chef. but, the smell is getting stronger by the second and you decide it must be in your apartment.
you wander into the kitchen, only to find jeno standing over the stove. he’s stirring red sauce in a pot when he notices you watching him.
“oh, hey,” he greets with a polite wave.
you can only stare at the rest of the kitchen—pots, pans, and ingredients all over the place—in utter awe.
he chuckles, awkwardly. “yeah, sorry about the mess. i’ve been told i’m a decent cook but i can never seem to get the tidiness down.”  
“no, it’s not that. this just all seems so... professional.” you sniff the air once more. “smells amazing, too.”
he smiles, sheepishly. “thanks. are you a fan of spaghetti?”
you nod.
“good. i wanted to make something you’d like.”
“you really didn’t have to,” you say, leaning against the fridge. “i mean, i’ve never done anything for you.”
he uncovers a pot to check on the pasta. you watch as hot steam rises out of it. “what about this morning?”
you can’t help but laugh. “that most certainly does not count. you’re making an entire meal. that takes a lot of effort.”
he waves a hand, dismissively. “i used to cook a lot with my old roommate, doyoung. the guy was an asian gordon ramsey, i swear. so, yeah, this is nothing too crazy. and i really do enjoy it.”
“well, i’m still gonna repay you.” you fold your arms.
he looks away from his dish to raise a brow. “is that so?”
you nod in confirmation. “definitely.”
“tell you what, if you wash the mountain of dishes that are gonna be left over, we’ll be even.”
you stare at the sink that’s already overflowing with dirty kitchen tools. that wasn’t even half of it. “uh, sure, sounds good.”
he laughs at hearing the uncertainty in your voice. “that’s the spirit.”
   3.    he’s allergic to cats.
the familiar sound of soft purring is what pulls you attention away from the movie playing on your laptop. already knowing exactly who it is, you launch yourself off your bed to allow your furry guest inside.  
“hey seol. what’ve you been up to?”
the calico meows, almost as if he were responding to your question. you close your door and go back to your original position. you notice seol sitting directly in front of your bed, looking up at you with wide eyes.
“come on up.” you pat your sheets, invitingly.
he obeys and stretches before laying down beside you.
“have you ever watched ‘avengers’?” you ask, eyes going back to the explosive fight scene on the screen.
this time, seol doesn’t even bother humoring you with a meow. he stays silent with his head tucked into his paws.
you scratch his head and his tail wiggles. “i’ve gotta stop asking you questions.”
both you and seol’s heads snap towards the door when you hear a knock.
“come in!” you call out.  
jeno swings open the door. his eyes briefly scan the room before landing on the furball on your bed. the unmistakable look of adoration shines in his eyes when he sees how lovingly you caress him.
“seol! what are you doing in here? bothering y/n?” the cat jumps off your bed and towards his owner standing in your doorway. jeno scoops him into his arms and faces you. “i’m so sorry. he saw me running a bath for him and bolted.”
“it’s all good. he’s a great movie buddy. besides, i could always use the company.”
jeno curiously glances at your computer screen. “is that ‘avengers’?”
“yep. i’ve seen it like a dozen times.”
“same here.“ he pauses. “hey, if you ever need a movie buddy—like you know, one that talks—just let me know.”
your face lights up. “i’m gonna hold you to that.”
”i hope so. well, if you’ll excuse me, i’ve gotta give this guy a bath.”
seol yowls as if he understands the meaning behind the words and attempts to escape jeno’s grip.    
“here we go again,” he mumbles under his breath.
you snicker at the sight. “looks like you could use some help.”
“oh, no. it’s fine. he can just be a little bratty someti—seol!”
in the blink of an eye, the feline has successfully hopped out of his arms and made a run for it.
jeno gives you an exasperated look before rushing off to catch his runway pet. you find yourself caught up in the excitement so you follow him, the two of you now in pursuit of the calico. you’re sure the image of you both chasing the fluffy animal around the apartment looks like something straight out of a comedy. even you and jeno can’t contain your laughter when he finally catches seol only for him to slip out of his hold a second later. this exact situation repeats itself a couple times before you finally get lucky.
“i got him!” you screech. “jeno! oh my god! what do i do?”
“bathroom, bathroom, bathroom!” he chants in response.
you head in that direction with jeno trailing behind you, ready to catch seol if he somehow manages to get out of your death grip. you bend over the bathtub, slowly lowering the cat into the water. it’s clear he doesn’t have a problem with making a fuss as he wails and flails his limbs around.
after a while, he finally calms down enough that you can lather him in shampoo. jeno insists on scrubbing him, arguing that you had already done way too much. you sit back on your heels, observing the way the seol leans into his delicate touches.
“looks like he likes it now.”
“he likes to make a big deal but he ends up enjoying it every—“ jeno cuts himself off with a sneeze.
“tissue?” you offer.
he shakes his head. “that’s okay, thanks. i’m used to it. i’m just surprised my allergies haven’t acted up ‘til now.”
“allergies?” you echo.
“yeah, i’m allergic to—“ another sneeze. “cats.”
your eyes widen. “really? and you still have seol?”
“i could never get rid of him. he’s too good of a boy. isn’t—“ sneeze. “that right?” he tickles seol under his chin.
“wow. you must really love him.”
“so much.”
“he’s lucky to have you.”
“what about you? you get both of us. doesn’t that make you the luckiest?”
you snort. “i guess it does.”
   4.    he makes a good shopping buddy.
“i have officially cooked everything we have.”
“i can order some takeout, if you want?”
he juts his lower lip out and gives you puppy eyes. “but i like to cook for you.”
you laugh at his expression. “oh god, you look like that one pouty emoji people use when they try to be cute.”
he sits up. “did it work?”
you nod and pinch his cheek.
he yelps. “ah, stop! you’re acting like my grandma!” he manages to get out of your grasp. he rubs his face, soothing the spots you had squeezed. “seriously, though, we really do need to stock up on food.”
“i’ve already been looking into it.” you show him the screen of your phone. “says here you can still go shopping as long as you wear a mask and try to stay six feet away from other shoppers.”
he cringes. “i don’t know if i like the idea of being so close to so many people.”
“i can go by myself, then,” you suggest with a shrug.
he doesn’t hesitate to deny you. “no way are you going alone.” his possessive tone has you staring at him curiously so he adds, “you know, in case you can’t reach something on the top shelf.”
the teasing comment paired with his innocent smile makes you gasp in disbelief. “lee jeno! that’s low! and to think i almost thought you were worried about me.”
“who said i wasn’t?” he smiles at you again before standing up. “i’m going to find us some masks and then we can head out.”  
once you arrive at your local grocery store, you find it to be packed. everyone seems to be in a hurry, grabbing things left and right.
“wow, it’s already gotten crazy,” jeno mumbles, stopping to stare at the flood of people that rush by.
you don’t hesitate to scold him. “well, don’t just stand there! we gotta get our stuff before there’s nothing left!”
without another word you slip into the frenzy of people. jeno struggles to stay behind you. after almost losing sight of you a couple times, he walks a little faster to catch up and places his arm firmly around your waist once he does. you look up at him, your mask covering your slightly agape mouth.
being the gentleman he is, he apologizes. “sorry but i don’t want us to get separated.”
you can only nod and mumble, “good idea.”
jeno pushes the shopping cart with his right hand and holds your figure with his left. once in a while, you’ll break apart from each other to grab an item you need but once it’s in the cart, he’ll make sure you end up in the same position. after an hour or so, you’ve grabbed enough and you decide it’s time to pay.
despite the mask she has on, you can tell the middle-aged woman behind the cash register has a big smile on her face once she catches sight of you and your roommate.
“well, just look at you two.” she sighs. “how cute.”
“oh.” you glance at her then jeno then her again. “oh, no. it’s not like that.”
you attempt to move yourself away from jeno only to find his grip to be so incredibly strong that you almost begin to think he’s trying to hold you in place. once you finally detach yourself from him, you begin loading your groceries onto the counter for the employee to scan. she does so, but not before giving you a displeased look.  
“oh really? he holds you like that because you aren’t together?”
jeno assists her in placing the scanned items in bags. “i didn’t want to lose her.”
she pauses scanning a can of tuna to stare him down. “darling, that sounds like a line from a cheesy hallmark rom-com.”
you can’t help but chuckle. “what he means is that there’s a lot of people here and we didn’t want to get separated.”
jeno adds, “desperate times calls for desperate measures.”
the woman adjusts her glasses. “well, you do certainly seem desperate to have her close to you.”
jeno doesn’t say a word as he continues bagging but his smile reaches his eyes.
   5.    he works out.
why did the pandemic have to hit in the middle of summer?
you often asked yourself this, complaining about how inconvenient it was. especially on the days that made your apartment feel like it was on fire. the days that required a thin tank top and shorts. even then, you found yourself to be drenched in sweat.
you sprawled your arms and legs farther on the sofa, the leather material proving to be very uncomfortable. it was either that or your bed with the warm cotton sheets that stuck to your body. just thinking about it brings you discomfort. the only relief you could think of was a cold shower. you would have already taken one if jeno hadn’t been hogging the one bathroom in the apartment.
“jeno!” you yell.
silence; other than the sound of the water running.
“lee jeno!”
the water stops, temporarily for him to shout back an answer. “what?!”
you wipe at the sweat that has accumulated on the bridge of your nose. “hurry up! i’m melting!”
the water starts back up again and you groan. hoping to distract yourself, you pull out your phone. the group chat with your friends is surprisingly silent so you go to instagram for some entertainment. this time, your ex-boyfriend’s post isn’t the first thing you see. it takes you some scrolling but you do end up seeing another one of his pictures.
it’s simply two intertwined hands with a black and white filter. you identify the one on the left as his and although you aren’t as familiar with the one on the right, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who it belongs to. contrary to the last, this photo has no cheesy words for a caption, just a red heart.  
but, your stomach doesn’t drop. you don’t feel hurt, either. obviously, you still don’t enjoy seeing him just because of all the awful memories that came with it but other than that, you feel unaffected by the image.
in fact, you feel so confident in yourself that you block him.
you’re surprised you hadn’t done it sooner. you had known you didn’t need him in your life any longer so why keep in contact? you feel like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders when you press the red button that would keep him and his girlfriend out of your life. you knew with your whole heart that you didn’t need to see either of them.
before, a bit if you had felt the need to keep an eye on him. to see how he was handling the breakup and torture yourself with the fact that he didn’t seem to care. now, you could say you truly didn’t either. you didn’t need him or his stupid pictures. you had other, better things.
your friends.
your cat (yes, you considered seol to be yours).
your roommate.
you had to admit, jeno was the best thing on that list. quarantine had brought you and him significantly closer and you were over the moon about it. he was so wonderful that you kicked yourself for having lived with him for so long without ever really getting to know him. but it was easy to say you two were making up for lost time seeing as you spent every waking moment together. the record long showers jeno took being an exception, of course.
the moment the door to the bathroom opens, you rush into your room and quickly grab an oversized t-shirt and loose pajama pants to change into after your shower. you nearly drop them when you’re met with jeno’s soaking figure in the hallway.
his hair is damp and you can clearly see how long it had become. his skin looks healthy and moisturized, lotion among other skin care products had probably been applied. what really has you in a shock is the fact that the towel barely hangs below his waist. the droplets of water that fall from his hair and down his neck trail down his chest and toned torso towards the only area he has bothered to cover up. his bulky arms are also slightly wet, his veins popping noticeably. he shakes his head in an attempt to rid his hair of any water. then he runs his fingers through it, his muscles flexing ever so slightly as he does so.
“dude!” you exclaim, without a second thought. “you’re ripped!”
he smiles, his round cheeks growing at the unexpected praise. the way he could have such a rugged body but soft-featured face puzzled you to no extent. “thank you. i lift sometimes.”
“sometimes?” you repeat. “don’t be so humble! you’re basically hercules!”
he clicks his tongue. “ah, c’mon. i’m just an athletic person.”
you keep admiring his physique. “clearly.”
“oh god,” he groans, obviously flustered. “you’re looking at me like you’re gonna eat me or something.”
you hold yourself back from making a less than appropriate innuendo. “no comment.”
his eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. “quarantine is really making you go crazy.”
you point a finger at him. “you try being stuck inside with your hot roommate!”
“trust me, y/n, i know all about hot roommates.”
you tilt your head, acting purposefully oblivious. “are you talking about doyoung?”
“what? no i—“ he sighs. “you know what, just take your shower.”
   6.    you can’t say no to him.
jeno ruffles his black locks with his hand and frowns.
you give him a disappointed look. “knock it off, you’re gonna get dandruff in your soup.”
he ignores your comment. “i look like a hobo.”
you pause, spoon halfway to your mouth. “this i know.”
“y/n, this is serious!”
“okay, okay. what’s the issue?”
“i already told you! i’m a bum!”
“you? a bum?” you pause to think about it. “i mean, mentally? maybe. but physically? no.”
“my hair, though. it’s so long.” he grabs a strand of it and pulls it to emphasize his point.
you shrug. “if having lots of hair is the standard for being a bum, i think most of the population is.”
“i want to cut it,” he announces.
“you should,” you say, pointing your spoon at him. “wanna know why? because if you mess up, no one will ever know. other than me, of course. but if you pay me enough i’ll let you forget it.”
he smiles at the joke for a moment before he leans forward and his face goes serious. “will you help me?”
“what? no way. i’ll mess up. and it’s only funny if you do it.”
he pouts. “please?”
you stir your soup around. “just watch some youtube videos. after three, you’re automatically a professional.”
“i want you.”
the statement has your neck snapping up from your bowl to him. the smug grin on his face lets you know that he was well aware of the double meaning behind his words. it was clear he was trying to fluster you enough to get a yes.
“you think you’re flirty enough to straight up brainwash me into doing stuff?”
“well, i wanted to say that to you anyway but... kind of?”
you feel a smile creep onto your lips at hearing the genuine tone in his voice. you down your last few spoonfuls of soup and quickly stand up. jeno looks up at you, eyes hopeful.
“finish your dinner. get the scissors. meet me in the bathroom.”
not even ten minutes later, jeno practically dances into the bathroom, a pair of red craft scissors in his hand. he sits on top of the toilet lid, figuring that’d be the easiest way for you to reach him. you walk in moments later.
“i’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be using these types of scissors for hair,” he mumbles as he hands you the sharp utensil.
you twirl them in your hand. “oh, definitely not. do you want to wait then?”
he shakes his head, his shaggy bangs swaying with the movement.  
“alright, let’s get this going then.” you thread your hands through his thick locks to collect some of it in between two of your fingers. you bring the scissors forward and snip the small amount just to test the waters.
you slowly begin to get more comfortable and once you feel like you’re in your element, things begin to speed up. you move and cut faster but with efficiency. you do the spots on the back of his head and work your way forward. when it finally comes time to touch up his bangs, your small bathroom proves to be an inadequate spot to be doing this.
you end up standing balanced inches above jeno’s thighs that he’s pressed together tightly in an attempt to give you more room. you’re constantly readjusting your stance and when he notices, his hands go to your hips. you know he’s just trying to help you stay upright so you do a decent job but you still inhale sharply at the feeling of his hands on you.
not long after, you’re standing next to jeno as he inspects himself in the mirror. his fingers flick his newly shortened bangs around.
“not bad.” he tilts his head in a new angle and nods. “looks super good to me.”
you tuck the scissors into your back pocket with a relieved sigh. “oh thank god. i didn’t want to tell you before we started but i only watched two youtube tutorials on trimming hair.”
he runs a hand through his hair with a chuckle. “now that’s truly worthy of praise. and a tip.”
you raise a brow. “oh yeah? what’s th—“
he cuts you off by pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. he pulls back and drags his thumb over the skin that has come into contact with his lips. “thanks again.” with that, he leaves you standing in the bathroom, eyes wide and face warm.
   7.    he has six best friends.
“can i borrow your laptop?” asks jeno, from outside your door, nearly breathless.
you look up from your book. “uh yeah, sure.”
he rushes in your room and takes the item off of your dresser. “do you happen to have zoom on it?”
you shake your head and he groans. without another word, he disappears, running off into the living room. you hear his frustrated sighs as the minutes pass and he attempts to download the application. you finally decide to go check it out once it becomes too much to bear.
“it sounds like you’re in pain over here,” you comment.
he runs a hand through his hair. “i’m supposed to meet with my friends through a zoom call but it’s so complicated.”
you put a hand on your hip. “bet you five bucks i’ll be able to get it in five minutes.”
“are you kidding? i might be technologically challenged but i’m not stupid. i know you can do it fast, just help me out already, would you?”
“alright, grandpa.”
you type and click away at the screen, jeno watching you do so, entranced but equally as lost.
“well, i was wrong,” you say after a couple moments, leaning back in your chair.
“you couldn’t get it?” asks jeno, worriedly.
“no, it’s not that.” you click something on the screen and the app opens. “turns out i could do it in three.”
he rolls his eyes and shoos you out of the chair. he sits down and enters the code and password for the zoom meeting. it takes a minute, but he finally connects. you count six other people in the call. they all immediately cheer at seeing jeno and you hear them excitedly exclaim his name.
“hey guys,” he says, a smile already reaching his eyes. “it’s so good to see your faces.”
they all nod to agree. you get a good look at each one of them and realize they’re all boys. your eyes read over each of their display names.
mark me in ur heart
hyuckie~~~
moomin enthusiast
nananananana
chnele
lil huddy
“nice name, jeno,” ‘moomin enthusiast’ guy comments, snickering slightly. “glad to see you finally came to terms with it.”
‘jenojam’, his name reads. the rest of the group laughs, also teasing him about it. you assume it’s some kind of inside joke.
the self proclaimed ‘lil huddy’ furrows his eyebrows. “wait, did you choose that name yourself?”
jeno simply nods in response.
he glares into the camera. “donghyuck, you told me i had to put this as my name or else it wouldn’t let me connect!”
donghyuck—or ‘hyuckie~~~’, you presume—shrugs. “oops. guess i was wrong.”
you laugh at the humorous exchange. it seems like the sound has drawn some attention to you when ‘nananananana’ speaks up, eyes trained on you.
“um jeno? don’t you want to introduce your guest?”
jeno beams, dragging you closer into the frame. “i’m sure you all know about my roommate. say hi, y/n.” 
you do so, waving and smiling politely at the group.
“you know, even though we used to always hang at jeno’s, i don’t think we’ve ever actually seen your face,” ‘chnele’ says, tilting his head.
you agree. “me neither. i’ve mostly just heard you guys.”
the ‘mark me in your heart’ boy sheepishly rubs his neck. “sorry. we tend to be a little loud.”
‘chnele’ lets out a high pitched screech of a laugh. “only a little?”
“i recognize that laugh!” you blurt. “i would hear it all the time!”
”that’s our little dolphin,” coos ‘hyuckie~~~’.
“oh god, stop. i hate that stupid nickname.”
“it’s well deserved.”
“i think you should apologize to y/n for being a nightmare to her eardrums.”
“and ours, for that matter.”
“what about all your little freestyles? i’ve had to sit through hundreds of them and i never got an apology!”
“because they’re not bad! could you do any better?”
“you’re a soundcloud rapper, i think anyone could.”
jeno turns to you as the bickering on screen gets louder and louder. “this is gonna be a long call.”
once the group has moved on from roasting the life out of each other, you’re able to engage in some good-natured conversation. jeno teaches you the names and the other basics about the group. some points that stand out about the group is that mark is the oldest, renjun specializes in contemporary dance, jaemin inhales six cups of coffee on the daily, and chenle is insanely rich.
“what about jeno?” you ask them. “anything i should know about him?”
“he’s allergic to cats but the idiot still adopted—“
“she already knows about that, renjun,” jeno chuckles.
“oh. well. that’s pretty much the only interesting thing about him.”
jisung pipes up. “oh wait! he works out religiously too!”
you and jeno share a look. you burst into laughter and he simply glances away, slightly embarrassed. “oh yeah, i know that all too well.”
“and what about the unhealthy cooking obsession?”
you nod at mark’s question. “that too. he cooks dinner almost every night around here.”
renjun purses his lips. “he already cooks for you? wow. he must really like you.”
“you think?” jaemin asks. “didn’t you read any of the messages in the group chat? he’s practically in love with her. his words, not mi—“
“okay! i think it’s time for us to go! bye guys!” jeno doesn’t even give you a chance to say your own goodbye before he’s clicking the ‘end call’ button in the bottom right corner.
you give him a confused look. “what was that all about?”
“they’re crazy.” he laughs. “well, if you need me i’ll be in my room screaming into my pillow for the next couple hours.” he dashes off leaving you standing alone, trying to comprehend what had happened.
   8.    he‘s a great listener.
jeno has officially replaced seol as your movie buddy, not that you have a problem with it. you thought it was nice to have someone you could actually converse with but of course, you make sure seol still sits in.
“what i’m saying is that iron man just wants to protect his team.”
“well, if they sign the accords, they basically surrender themselves to the government.”
“and?”
“you don’t see a problem with that? see, captain america knows what he’s doing. he’s literally an avenger—“
“so is iron man!”
“let me finish! so, he’s an avenger, right? he has the best judgment because he’s saved the world countless times. he knows how to operate his team and do the right thing.”
“okay but there’s casualties. and that’s what iron man is trying to fix.”
“how do you save the world and not have casualties?”
“you just—“ your phone rings mid argument and you raise your finger towards jeno. “this isn’t over.” you put the phone to your ear, not bothering to check the caller id. “hello?”
“sweetheart?”
you feel a chill go up your spine. was it him? no, it couldn’t be. you had blocked his number shortly after you did so on all your social media.
“baby, don’t be so shy. i know you’re there.”
you can’t hold back. “please don’t call me that.”
he chuckles, breathlessly. “oh, c’mon. you used to love it. you still do.”
“no, i don’t. actually, i don’t want to hear your stupid pet names or stupid voice or see any of your stupid posts. just go bother your girlfriend and leave me alone.”
you notice jeno perk up beside you out of the corner of your eye. he must have been caught off guard by your irritated tone.
as always, lucas is unaffected by you. “i’m being nice and giving you a second chance. i even called you behind soyeon’s back.”
“is that something i’m supposed to reward you for?” you scoff. “congratulations, you’re now awful, toxic, and a cheater.”
he growls. the sound was familiar. in your relationship, if you heard it you knew he was going to snap at you until he had the satisfaction of making you cry. “i know you miss me so don’t say things you’re going to regret later. because even when you’re back in my arms, i won’t let you forget it.”
the thought of being back with him made you feel icky. but the fact that he sincerely thought you would crawl back to him set your entire body on fire. “are you joking? i was always aware of the fact that you treated me like the dirt you walked on but do you seriously think that lowly of me?”
you’re rendered speechless and apparently, so is he because the other line stays silent.
“i wouldn’t go back to you if you were the last person on earth,” you spit. “you treated me horribly, wong yukhei. i won’t ever forget it. move on. i have.”
you glance at jeno, his expression more serious than you’ve ever seen it. his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are trained on your cellphone. the glare he gives the device is so strong you wouldn’t be surprised if even lucas could feel it, wherever he was.
you hang up and block the number, wishing to never talk to him again. you toss your phone onto the sofa with an exasperated sigh. you find jeno’s gaze to still be focused intensely on it.  
“if you gave lucas that look, i’m pretty sure he’d cry.”
he breaks his concentration, eyes going to you instead. his entire face softens. “all i’m going to say is he better pray we never cross paths.”
“well, if you happen to, call me up. i wouldn’t mind helping you beat the crap out of him.”
jeno chuckles for a second then lowers his voice to a whisper. “he was really bad to you, huh?”
you nod. “he messed me up. i hate to admit it ‘cause i know i was stupid to stay with him for as long as i did.”
your roommate shakes his head. “don’t say that. it’s not your fault he messed up the best thing that would ever happen to him.”
“i thought i was the problem for so long, jeno. i was so blinded by love. then, i realized there was no way he truly cared for me when he treated me like i had no heart to be broken.”
jeno scoots towards you and rubs soothing circles into your arm. “you have such a big heart. and i can’t tell you how sorry i am that he took advantage of that. i’m sorry that you were stuck with someone so insecure and ignorant. please, don’t think about him anymore.”
you hold in your tears. you refused to cry over someone like lucas. “i know. i try so hard not to.”
jeno holds your head into his chest. his arms are placed securely on your back. “oh, baby.”
when jeno uses this pet name on you, it feels so completely different from lucas. you could tell me meant it. he wasn’t using it to make you stay a little longer, to assure you he loved you. strangely enough, you do not need to be convinced of that. you feel like you have known it for a long time.  
   9.    he likes to be the big spoon.
you’re not sure how he’s done it but you end up falling asleep in jeno’s arms. you assume it had been so long since you had been cradled and rocked so delicately that the foreign yet extremely delightful sensation knocked you right out. even seol is deep in sleep, laying down peacefully at your feet.  
you relish in the feeling of jeno pressed right into your back. he fits so perfectly against you that it reminds you of a puzzle piece. to be exact, the moment when you connect the last two pieces and the full picture becomes complete. that was how you felt—complete.
with jeno’s soft breaths tickling the back of your neck and his soft snores filling your ear, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. his arm that is wrapped around you makes sure you can’t escape his embrace. you are positive that even if you had the liberty of doing so, you would stay exactly where you were.
you lean farther back into your pillow, closing your eyes. you let every thought fade away as you try to fall back asleep as soon as possible. you wanted the moment you found yourself in to last as long as possible.
   10.    he has feelings for you.
jeno mumbles sweet nothings into your ear as he toys with your hair.
it just seemed right to him. like something he was meant to do with you. he had seen these types of things in films and shows before. it was intimate and touching, the scenes were always meant to tug at the audience’s heart strings and show how in love the two characters were. perhaps, even though you lay asleep in his arms, he wants you to finally know.
“honestly, being inside with you all the time is kind of the best. i know the whole virus situation is less than ideal but being able to spend so much time with you... that’s all i could ask for.” he pauses. “isn’t it so crazy how before this we were all weird and awkward around each other? well, i guess we still kind of are. that’s mostly my fault so... sorry. i just don’t know how to act around you sometimes. we’re barely getting close and i’m already this attached to you. as jisung would so kindly say, ‘i’m simping’.” he chuckles to himself. “all jokes aside, i really do like you. ever since you moved in here all cute and nervous, you’ve taken your own little place in my heart, as cheesy as it sounds. and these past few weeks, you just keep on taking up more and more room in there. not that i have a problem with it. i just...” he stops as if he doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. “really, really like you.”
“thanks.”
you feel him jolt then abruptly stop stroking your hair. there’s silence until he asks, “you don’t happen to be a sleep talker, do you?”
you shake your head.
“and did you hear like, a lot of what i said?”
“only the important stuff. like how awkward you are and how much you like me.”
“o-oh.”
“but don’t worry. it’s mutual.”
you feel his relieved breath hit the skin of your neck. “that’s the best thing i’ve heard all day.”
you tilt your head back and stare at him, confused. “what, did you seriously think i wasn’t into you?”
he shrugs. “i was too busy simping, i guess.”
you can’t contain your laughter at the use of the slang. “park jisung would not be proud.”   
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i hope you get of writers block soon, im in an art one right now :/ soo, could i request some fluff with our queen mikasa? like some kissing and making out or just being intimate with each other (ʃƪ^3^ )
Loved (modern!mikasa x fem!reader)
pre-note: thank you so much for the ask, i appreciate you 😘
Warnings: internalized homophobia, just a pinch of angst, just a dash of heat, a sprinkle of fluff, pining, awkwardness
Word Count: 2.0k
Rain had been steadily beating against the windows of the small third-floor apartment the entire afternoon. Inside her room, the (y/h/c) girl was sat at her desk fruitlessly attempting to do her school work. No matter how much she tried, she just couldn’t seem to focus; her mind kept drifting to her roommate.
The intrusive thoughts were almost overwhelming at this point, pictures of imagined intimacy between herself and the girl she considered her best friend kept floating around in her head. At that moment, the daydream of a featherlight brush of Mikasa’s lips against hers felt so real that y/n’s breath caught in her throat.
Embarrassed at the way she got so worked up just imagining a kiss; her face started to feel hot. She let out a tired sigh and tried yet again to go back to her work when she heard the sound of the door opening and slamming shut in the next room. Perking up, she moved to the hallway and watched as a very cold looking Mikasa shed her layers in the living room.
“Hey, Mikasa! How was class?” Y/n greeted.
“Fine, it’s just so cold out there,” Mikasa replied.
Giggling she replied, “Yeah I bet. It is Autumn you know, you shouldn’t be so surprised.”
Ignoring the teasing, Mikasa asked “Do you want to watch something with me? I’m gonna shower first though.”
“Oh, yeah. Totally. Yeah.” Y/n sputtered out.
Excitedly sitting on the sofa, she pulled out her phone and began mindlessly scrolling through her social media while she waited for the raven-haired girl to finish.  
After a few moments, she registered the sound of the shower running, and the image of Mikasa naked in the shower flashed through her mind. The thought made her entire body go hot, she sat frozen in her seat trying desperately not to think about her best friend naked with soap suds wrapping around her body, hands roaming on their own, lower and lower….
Abruptly standing up, her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest.
Oh dear God, this is beginning to be too much. She’s my best friend! Plus, I don’t even know if she’s gay! I don’t even know if I’m gay! Wait, am I gay?
Her train of thought was cut short by Mikasa emerging from the bathroom in just a towel pausing in the hallway to look quizzically at Y/n, whose face somehow got even hotter at the sight, before entering her room and closing the door behind her.
Y/n threw her hands against her face in embarrassment, and she plopped herself back down on the sofa in exasperation.
Seeing her in a towel like that really doesn’t help...Maybe I should just ask if she likes girls? I mean I’ve never seen her romantically interested in anyone before, like ever. I’ll just ask when she comes out of her room if she’s interested in women in a totally casual and not weird way. Yeah, that’ll be fine.  
Taking a deep breath she tried to calm her nerves and act casual as Mikasa emerged from her room now fully clothed.
Coming to sit on the other side of the couch Mikasa calmly asked, “Are you okay? You looked upset when I got out of the shower.”
Willing the heat from her face she quickly responded “Oh yeah, I’m okay, don’t worry about it! I was just thinking about...well….” Wait! Don’t do it, it’s too awkward right now! “Nevermind, sorry. Don’t worry about it.” Y/n finished shaking her head.
There was a pause before Mikasa replied quietly, gazing at her best friend  “Okay, well if you ever want to talk about it just know that I’m here for you.”
The look made Y/n’s chest ache, the urge to kiss the hell out of Mikasa’s plump lips was immense in that moment. She could’ve, they were so close both, of them instinctively leaning in, it would be the perfect moment to do so, but the question from earlier kept weighing on her shoulders.
Shifting away from her roommate she rushed out
“Doyoulikegirlslikeinaromanticway?” She then squeezed her eyes shut awaiting a response.
Mikasa was caught off guard by the question. The words were jumbled together but she was just barely able to understand what she was being asked. She took a second to observe the girl sitting across from her, taking in the uncomfortable look on her scrunched up face. A wave of panic washed over her in an instant.
Oh no. She knows doesn’t she, she knows and she’s going to leave me. Oh god, I’m so gross, I’m obsessed with my best friend and she figured out, and now she’s going to leave me like everyone else did. Why couldn’t you just get it together now you’re going to lose her too.
With rare tears pricking her eyes, the usually stoic girl finally answered with a quiet, trembling voice,
“Um, yeah. I’m sorry...I’ll stay at Eren’s tonight so you don’t have to worry.” With weak knees, she stood up from the couch. Head turned, as to hide the tears threatening to fall. She couldn’t show her weakness, she’s stronger than that.
She was barely able to take a step before Y/n also stood up from the couch grabbing onto Mikasa’s wrist.
“Wait, why would you stay at Eren’s tonight,” she asked confused.
“Because...because. I’m–I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You could never make me uncomfortable Mikasa. What are you talking about?”
Steeling her gaze she looked fully at Y/n “I’m talking about the fact that I like girls, I like you. But now I understand that you don’t like girls, you don’t like me so I’m not going to force you to be roommates with me, but you’re important to me so I hope we can still be friends.”
The look on her face was unreadable, but behind her eyes, Y/n could tell that she was scared and upset.
“You like me?” was the only thing Y/n could come up with.
Mikasa felt like she was going to vomit, but she made sure to keep up the emotionless mask as she forced out a quiet “Yes.” Before ripping her arm out from her grasp. Watching with seemingly emotionless eyes as y/n’s face was overcome with shock.
“W-wait, I,” a nervous deep breath, “Mikasa, I don’t want you to stay with Eren tonight.”
There was a heavy pause as Y/n tried to clear her head before she spoke again.
“I like you too! I was just scared because you’ve never shown any interest in me or anyone for that matter. That’s why I asked if you liked girls. And I know I shouldn’t have asked you like that because I can tell I freaked you out, but I just like you so much and I wanted to know if there was even a possibility of you feeling the same way!....I love you!”
There was a moment of silence where the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the rain still hammering against the side of the building. Mikasa let out a shaky breath before she sat back down on the couch, motioning for y/n to do the same.
“Mikasa, I still have things to learn about myself in terms of my sexuality, but the only thing I know for sure is how I feel about you. I want to be with you, Mikasa.” Y/n spoke. She watched as Mikasa swallowed quickly before whispering;
“I want to be with you too.”
The two girls peered at each other from across the sofa for an instant before Y/n’s hand reached over to grasp Mikasa’s firmly.
“Can I kiss you now?” she blurted.
Mikasa gave her a soft smile before gently nodding her head. They both leaned in slowly, the time it took for their lips to brush feeling like triple of what it really was. When their lips were at last close enough that they could feel the other’s breath, Mikasa’s hand made its way to the side of Y/n’s face caressing her skin. At the contact, she let her eyes flutter shut and swiftly surged forward to close the gap between them.  
The first kiss was sweet and chaste. Pulling apart, they leaned their foreheads together relishing in the feeling of each other’s breath against their skin. The feeling of Mikasa so close had Y/n’s head feeling cloudy, she could barely register the words falling from her lips,
“Um, that was nice. I was actually going to kiss you earlier when we were sitting here right before I asked and freaked you out, which I’m still really sorry about. But I guess it’s a good thing that I asked beca––”
She was cut off by a quiet shushing and the slight pressure of Mikasa’s hand against the nape of her neck pulling her towards her to crash their lips together.
This kiss was a lot messier than the first one. The knocking of teeth and inexperienced caressing of tongues made y/n’s entire body go hot, and by the way the air around the two of them seemed to rise in temperature, the other girls did too. Her left hand was desperately clutching onto the shoulder of Mikasa’s shirt and a low whine ripped from y/n’s throat, causing Mikasa’s grip on her hair at the base of her head to tighten. Y/n’s right hand that had somehow ended up resting on Mikasa’s knee was slowly inching its way up her thigh digging her fingertips slightly into the plush pajama-clad skin.
Pulling away again, Y/n shifted her body to climb into Mikasa’s lap. Running her fingers along the sides of her neck as she asked, “Is this….okay too?”
Caught off guard by this sudden display of confidence, Mikasa’s skin flushed a deeper shade of red causing a quiet giggle to escape the other girl’s lips. In response, the steel-eyed girl ran her hand up y/n’s sides then down her back and gave a small nod as their noses bumped together. Before Mikasa could join their lips together again, Y/n started to eagerly press heated kisses along the column of her throat eliciting a surprised moan from her mouth. She let her head loll back against the back of the sofa relishing in the feeling of the girls lips against her neck. Her head had filled with a pleasant fuzzy feeling,  the thought that the person she adores with her entire being was here with her returning her feelings tenfold was overwhelming. So overwhelming in fact, tears started to prick the corners of her eyes. The pure joy of having the love of her life in her arms in that moment made a muted sob bubble up in her throat.
Startled, Y/n quickly pulled away from her ministrations searching Mikasa’s face for a sign of hurt.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you??” her panicked voice barely registered in the other girl’s ears as tears started to steam down her face. She moved to push herself off of the girl’s lap but was stopped by a strong set of arms firmly wrapping themselves around her torso and crushing her body to Mikasa’s.
“I love you,” she whispered up to y/n, squeezing her tighter to try and show how much she meant those three words.
She relaxed slightly in her arms after hearing those words, wrapping her own arms around her neck and burying her face in her hair placing a light kiss there, she mumbled a tender “I love you too”.
end-note: hi!! this story is so cheesy my stummy hurts. I feel as if this is exactly the same as all my other stories and i’m sorry for that. I’d really love any and all feedback you guys could give me because I really love writing and i want to get better at it.  
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theaviskullguy · 3 years
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Ink and Petals
@dapple-dualies-propaganda here's the au
Tattoo artist! Rider x Florist! Goggles
hope you enjoy!
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When was it not busy at Squid ink?
It was one of the top Tattoo Parlors in Inkopolis. and it was also on a pretty busy street. So, it got a lot of customers. Also the fact that one of the artists was a famous turfer.
Rider hadn't formerly retired, but he had eased out of playing Turf Wars. He had found other interests outside of the sport: Theater, art, reviewing old movies online... He still did Turf from time to time, albeit the adult league. He was too old for the more popular teen division.
So, he found a job as a tattoo artist. And he rather loved it. Not only did most of his friends consult him for tattoo advice (from where the best places are to good designs), but he also knew some gossip. One of his regulars had beef with her neighbor because he has a pet raccoon who keeps stealing her trash and Rider could NOT wait to hear more about this story.
Another thing was, well, Rider had seen some shit. From people covered head to toe in tats, to people eagerly wanting their first tattoo, even to shyer folk who wanted one to defy controlling parents or to mark something important.
None of that prepared Rider for the news he got when tattooing one of the customers. More specifically, Gloves.
You see, Gloves had been coming in for the past few days. They had wanted a pretty complicated butterfly tat, so for the last 3 days Rider has been exchanging stories with the resident enby about... pretty much anything.
This is how this exchange happened;
"So you remember Goggles, right?" Gloves asked.
Rider rolled his eyes. "What, you think I'd forget the guy who kept pulling down my pants?"
"Oh ha ha. Anyways, apparently he works at that flower shop now."
"...He what?"
"You heard me!" They said. "I went there yesterday to get something for a project and there was Goggles! He misses you, 'ya know!"
Rider was just. quiet. He hadn't talked to his crush in a while, contact dwindled when Rider stopped doing Turf as much. Never once did he think Goggles would miss him, but that was probably the self hatred talking.
"...I'll think about it." Was all Rider said.
The conversation continued like nothing happen; Gloves saying multiple cursed things and Rider sharing interesting stories he heard on his job. Time flew by and soon, the tattoo was done; a butterfly with the bi colors on one wing and the nb colors on the other. Rider was quite proud of it, and Gloves seemed to like it. They waved, and left the store, humming to themselves.
Rider looked at the clock. His shift ended in just a few minutes. He knew he had no other appointments that day, so he took to watching old recorded matches in his phone.
Those were over a decade ago. Yet he still remembered everything. His favorite part was still learning he won a match by such a small margin. It was just... amazing.
He sighed. Rider missed those battles. But he has to say, he missed his crush a bit more.
He clocked out, saying goodbye to the other employee-Cherry (business relationships were easy to maintain when your coworkers were your siblings), and headed towards the flower shop for more reasons than one.
Army had a performance the next day. And yeah, Rider knew it was romantic, but platonically giving your best friend flowers was always nice. Plus, he wanted an excuse to see Goggles again.
He looked into the shop-the blue inkling was nowhere to be seen, but then again neither was the front desk. So, Rider shrugged and stepped in.
The floral scent was strong, but not overwhelming. Plenty of blossoms lined the stands, along with tags of what the flowers were and what they meant.
Rider looked around, trying to remember which flowers Army liked again, when he heard a familiar, youthful voice.
"Hi! Need any help?"
The inkling turned around. Goggles had definitely changed since Rider last saw him; his tentacles were longer and in an actual bun, for once. His blue eyes still had that clarity, and he still had that goofy smile. Though he didn't seem to recognize Rider.
"Uhh... I'll be fine. I'm just trying to remember what flower my friend likes the most." He said, hoping his accent didn't give him away; there weren't many in Inkopolis with an Australian accent.
But, Goggles didn't seem to notice or care. "Oh, okay!"
Rider internally breathed a sigh of relief. That would have been awkward if Goggles recognized him.
He looked around the shop, before spotting a bouquet of lilies. He knew Army liked lilies. If they weren't his favorite flower, it'd be close enough.
Rider took a few of the bigger ones, and a few white roses for variety, and took them to the counter.
Goggles smiled. "This a special occasion?"
"Not exactly. Just, my friend's doing a performance for a musical and I wanted to get him something for it." Rider explained.
"What musical?" Gogs asked, arranging the flowers with a sheer, white ribbon tying them together.
"Hadestown. He got Eurydice."
"Oh! I went to go see it last night! Army's amazing at that role. He's your friend, right?"
Rider internally panicked, but calmed down after remembering he wasn't Army's only friend. "Yeah. We've been friends for a while now."
"Well, tell him I said hi!" He handed the bouquet to Rider. "On me, alright? It's for a friend anyways!"
Rider nodded. "Thanks, mate."
"You're welcome!"
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A few weeks went by. Rider occasionally stopped at the flower shop and got flowers for...well, no real reason. He'd use them to add color to his house, or give them to friends. He just wanted an excuse to see Goggles.
He'd talked to the blue inkling a bit more, too. He'd gotten into the business since, well, he really liked flowers, and he wanted a job where he could just...relax! He still did Turf, of course, but the Adult league was more serious than the teen one, and he just wanted to have fun instead of be expected to take a game seriously.
He still didn't recognize Rider. The yellow-green inkling was a bit hurt by this, to be honest.
Though, it was a bit startling when Goggles actually walked into Rider's work. And Rider was assigned to give Goggles his first tattoo: A blue jay on his shoulder, taking off from a branch.
This time, it was Goggles' turn to ask questions as Rider worked.
"Sooo.... you've been coming into my shop for a while and I still don't know your name!" The blue inkling stated. "I mean, you can probably recognize me though!"
Rider shrugged. "Well, who can forget Goggles of the Idiot Blue team?"
Goggles giggled. "You do know me! I still don't know you!!"
"...I can assure you, we've met before that day I got Army flowers." Rider said.
"Ooh! Can I try and guess who you are?"
"Ehh, why not."
"Okay! Umm..." Goggles thought for a moment. "Clams facemask?"
Rider shook his head. "Nope."
"Inkfall?"
"Wrong."
"Eging Jr?"
"Not even close there."
"Stealth Goggles?"
"Getting closer, I'll give you that."
"....Rider?" Goggles asked.
Rider chuckled. "Took you long enough, idiot."
Goggles smiled wide. "I finally found you! Hi Riri!"
"Hey, Gogs. It's been a while."
"Yeah! I'm a bit surprised I didn't recognize you, since we were pretty close!" Goggles stated.
Rider shrugged. "Well, I'm not the most memorable person anyways."
"Riderrrrr don't say that!" Goggles said. "You're still really popular!"
"To some people, maybe. Not everyone."
There was a tense silence, other than the hum of the tattoo needle as it made the drawing.
"....So." Goggles started again. "How's life?"
"It's...well, better than it was." Rider said. "Got my own place, for one. Though it gets a bit lonely.. You?"
"I'm still living in an apartment. I really want a roommate!" Goggles proclaimed. "Maybe we could move in together?"
"..I'll think about it, Gogs. Though it might be fun being your roommate."
"Really? Thanks Rider!" Goggled smiled.
The conversation grew more casual. Rider enjoyed it; turns out Goggles had his fair share of gossip. It was kinda cool.
And as the next few days passed, Rider looked forward to each of those sessions. His crush seemed to go from "this person would be fun to date i think" to "hOLY MOTHER OF THE GODS IM IN L O V E", and it didn't help that during those meetings, Goggles had to be shirtless.
The days turned into weeks and months. Goggles moved in with Rider, and the two became incredibly close friends.
And, it came to a head near valentines day. Goggles' shop was very busy, as expected. Luckily, Squid Ink wasn't as much.
So, on his day off, just before Valentines, Rider headed to the flower shop and got a bouquet of roses. Cliché to confess on Valentines day, Rider knew, but he's a pining gay cut him some slack.
And Rider came home right as Goggles was leaving for his shift. So, that left Rider with a good 3 hours to practice his confession.
"Alright, Rider. This has to be CASUAL. 'Hey, I've liked you for over a decade but just now had the confidence to confess!' No, too creepy sounding. 'Yo, Gogs. I really like you and maybe we could go out to dinner sometimes?' ...Too casual."
....Yeah, this went on for a while.
Rider groaned, collapsing his his bed. "I wish feelings were fucking easier...I should just call Army."
So, he grabbed his phone and selected the contact, Veronica Sawyer Kinnie
"C'mon, Army... pick up."
And not one ring later, "Rider, what is it?"
"...I need romantic help. Please." Rider asked.
"Look, just because I'm married to Aloha, doesn't mean I know how I ended up here."
"Yeah, I kinda know that." He stated. "Still. I really need some help."
Army sighed. "Who is it? It's totally that one person with the raccoon story-"
"Actually, no. It's, um.... It's Goggles."
The octoling on the other end of the line could be heard sighing. "Still a morosexual I see."
"OI! You're the one who married a fuckin himbo!"
".....Touché. Still, there's a difference."
Rider huffed. "Just... give me some advice. I wanna confess to him tomorrow but I've got no idea how. I'm giving him roses, but like, there's gotta be something more I could do, y'know?"
"Have you tried asking Prince?" Army suggested. "He is the one with the obsession with rom coms and romance novels."
"This is his exam period, Army. I'm not about to potentially interrupt a cram session by asking for romantic advice!"
"Fair enough. I'd say...well, just rip off the band aid. Like... 'Hey, Goggles, I really like you and was wondering if you'd like to be my boyfriend.'"
"...Thanks, Arm. I'll, uh, give it a try."
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Rider couldn't sleep that well. Mainly out of anticipation.
He was gonna confess to his crush of...over a decade, at least. He didn't fuckin know what was gonna happen!
Like, would Goggles reciprocate? Would he hate Rider after it? WHAT THE FUCK WOULD HAPPEN-
He sighed. He needed to get his mind off this shit.
Rider looked over to his bedside clock: 5AM. 5 hours before his shift. 5 hours to get his shit together and plan for confessing to the world's cutest but also dumbest man later that night.
C'mon, Rider. Think. Army said to rip it off like a band aid, but Goggles might find that a little sudden and out of the blue. He could write a letter and leave it for Goggles when he went to his shift (The flower shop was closed on Valentines day). That would be a safe option.
Rider sat up, and got out a piece of paper and pencil, writing a note.
"Hey, Goggles.
There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while. I really, really like you. As in, a crush.
I totally get it if you don't like me back, or think I'm weird, but hey, I was wondering if you'd wanna go out to dinner or something. Probably not tonight cause of Valentine's day but maybe tomorrow night or something.
-Rider"
Quickly, he folded it and wrote Goggles' name, putting a little heart sticker on it. It was corny, but hey, Rider had to use up those stickers somehow.
Rider attached it to the roses, and kept it on his desk.
And so, the morning went as normal. He had breakfast, got out of his pjs, put his hair up... the usual.
But as Rider left to go to work, he left the note and rose on the table, and left the house quickly.
During the day, he nearly forgotten all about it; He caught up with the gossip-Apparently the neighbor with the raccoon and the regular were now dating. So that was a nice little end to the story.
Squid Ink wasn't AS busy-probably because it was Valentines day, people were spending it with their lovers, not getting inked up (unless they made the appointment when single)
And it was near the end of Rider's shift when he heard his name mentioned. Probably someone making an appointment before he heard the familiar voice of Goggles going "Okay!!"
The blue inkling walked over to his station. "Hi Ridey!!"
"...Hey, Gogs. Getting another tat?" Rider asked, trying to keep his cool.
Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"
"A'ight anything specific in mind or-"
"Can I get just a simple quote one?"
Rider nodded. "Where do you want it?"
Goggles pulled down the collar of his shirt slightly. "Right here, please!"
"Okay. Just try to keep holding that down so I don't mess up.
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And so, tattoo conversations ensued.
The quote Goggles had wanted was a simple Pride one, that said "love is love". It was discreet, but a bit of it could be seen poking out if Goggles ever wore a v-neck.
"So, any plans for tonight?" Rider asked, trying to keep things subtle. Maybe Goggles hadn't read the note yet.
The blue inkling nodded. "Kinda! I had mental plans buuuuut nothing serious."
Rider raised an eyebrow. "Who with?"
"..I m-mean, I still have to ask him.." Goggles' face turned a shade of blue, and he averted his gaze.
"....Can I guess who he is?"
"If ya can!"
He smiled. "Does his name have an R in it?" Rider had a guess it was himself, but it wouldn't hurt to check.
Goggles nodded. "Yeah!"
"Got an accent?"
"Yep!!"
"Is he doing your tattoo?"
"....y-yeah?" Goggles sheepishly smiled. "I'm n-not that discreet, am I?"
Rider chuckled, but on the inside he was screeching. "Honestly? I had no clue myself."
"Really? I've been dropping the most obvious hints!"
"...Like what?" Rider asked, now a bit curious.
"Welllll I've been picking movies you like during movie night, I've made sure to get your drink on coffee runs, Oh! And I offered to cook dinner that one time!" Goggles stated.
"...Damn. I'm just oblivious then." The former dynamo user laughed, before turning off the needle. "There. It's all done." Rider held up a mirror for the blue boy.
Goggles' face lit up. "Whoa! It looks amazing!!! Thanks Riri!"
Rider smiled. "You're welcome. Now, uh, ...did you read my note?"
"..Y-yeah, I did. And, um...I like you too Rider!!" The blue man pressed a small, quick kiss to Rider's cheek.
Rider blushed. "S-so, you'll let me t-take you out?"
Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"
"I...thanks, Gogs."
"You're welcome Riri!!!"
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aAAAAA RUSHED END
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rvmmm21 · 3 years
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[ V V S her diamonds ] – ch 05.
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[10:10 a.m] Joohyun turns over, rustling the sheets like autumn leaves. She sleepily buries her face into the warmth of a sky-blue Chrome Hearts hoodie.
. . . . .
Seungwan looks up from the sink and over to the living room. Her head still pounds a little but the Ibuprofen seems to be kicking in. A soft smile traces her lips as she sees who’s asleep on the sofa. It really sucks that they’re both such hardworking students who’d rather be an hour late to a class than miss it, because it’s surely a crime to disturb someone so at peace they’re almost glowing in the sun’s morning rays.
And if the rumours are true, It’s also probably a crime to have her here at all. Seungwan thinks of all the ways she could get arrested for harbouring gangster daughters of mob leaders but ends up losing herself in the composition of Joohyun’s sleeping face.
Even her friends believed that whole dumb ‘secret gangster life’, but Seungwan doesn’t recall gangsters tossing and turning with such fluffy bed hair, looking so cute and tiny in her favourite oversized hoodie.
Joohyun rouses to the sound of gentle clinking and running water. 
The faint scent of alcohol and detergent seeps into her nose and she yawns, trying to engulf herself in the toasty heat radiating across her body from– not her hoodie. Glancing down, she realises she doesn’t own the waffle beige pajama pants currently hugging her legs either.
Oh? 
Suddenly feeling embarrassed, the older girl shifts off the sofa and grabs her own denim shorts from the floor beside her.
Minutes later, socked feet pad over to the girl in the kitchen, elbow-deep in sudsy water. Seungwan acts surprised when Joohyun hops onto the counter next to the sink. 
“Morning, unnie,” she chirps, “did you sleep well?”
Joohyun hums an affirmative and nothing more, but the other girl already senses the multitude of questions running through her head.
“It’s okay, unnie,” she laughs sheepishly, causing an eyebrow to perk up. She gestures to the hoodie swallowing Joohyun’s petite frame. “I didn’t see anything, I swear. I even let you choose which of my pants you wanted.”
“Oh,” comes the reply. “What happened? Kinda hard to remember.”
Seungwan just smiles down. “I wouldn’t be surprised, unnie. You really went ham last night. I didn’t think you had it in you. It was fun to watch.”
Joohyun scoffs, running delicate fingers through disheveled waves. She pauses to watch the younger rinsing out the empty Hite Jinro bottles and stacking them upside down on the dish rack. “Why did you let me sleep? I could– I should’ve gone home.”
The girl shoots a quick glance in her direction, eyes widening at the way Joohyun’s bare thighs press together in her line of sight. She gulps and flutters a few blinks, shifting her attention back to the glass and sponge. “It– it wasn’t safe so late, even for a cab. It’s fine though,” she quickly adds, “Seul’s bus only arrives this evening, and Yerimie texted this morning saying she ate through Saeron’s fridge so she’s coming home tonight. So it wasn’t like you were intruding or anything.”
Joohyun suppresses a slight grin at the girl’s rosy ears. She plucks a freshly rinsed glass from Seungwan’s slippery grip.
“How do you get these so sparkly, Wan?” She inspects it like an artefact, completely changing the pace and throwing the junior off guard. “You could sell this to a museum, I bet.” 
“I’m a barista, remember? It’s kinda the other third of my job.” Seungwan chuckles at the thought of her scratched up Ikea glasses in glass displays of their own, with fanatics fawning and taking pictures. 
She racks the last glass and dries her hands. “Come on, unnie. We’re running a bit late. I know you can’t function without your caffeine so it’ll have to be campus coffee today.”
Joohyun’s eyes double in size and she claps. “Really? Wow I love that–”
Seungwan whips around to narrow her eyes.
“–you’re willing to lower your standards for me.” 
“Thought so.”
. . . . .
[1:00 p.m] Son Seungwan stares at her strawberry-cream sandwich as her brain flicks through memories of last night. 
. . . . . 
“Yah,” Yerim fakes a punch right at Seungwan’s face, immediately flinging the girl from her spiraling thoughts. “Hell-o? Son Seung-wan re-port to base im-me-di-ate-ly,” she announces robotically, mimicking speaking into a walkie talkie. 
“Huh? Yerimie?”
Yerim rolls her eyes. “ Finally. You good? You’ve been spaced out since lit this morning.”
She doesn’t get to ask why she saw her and Joohyun stumbling in through the fire exit twenty minutes late before three people– including the very person in question– are making their way over to the table.
Two trays set down on either side of Seungwan and one beside Yerim. They try not to drool at the sight of the fancy dishes; grilled beef simmered in sukiyaki broth, steaming chicken curry rice, golden-brown battered tempura udon accompanied by side snacks like cubed fruit and matcha ice cream. And don’t even start on the cream-topped, sprinkled drinks.
Because of the sheer number of study sessions they’ve organised, both parties quickly became more comfortable around each other.
“Hello,” Jennie greets while finding the perfect angle to Instagram her lunch. “You were gone a while Yerim-ah. Did you miss us?”
“Pshh, as if.” The girl tries to sound nonchalant but the excitement in her eyes is impossible to mask.
“Sure, kid,” Jennie smirks, and Yerim immediately breaks the fluster building inside her with that stupid bus joke Seungwan’s heard a thousand times. 
Still, it gets the laughter pouring in.
Seungwan is internally awe-stricken. Yerimie is a freaking natural.
The table dissolves into mundane chatter, everyone eager to catch up with what each other’s done over the long weekend. Movies are discussed, restaurants are rated and stories are exchanged. 
The voices fade into background noise that eventually falls right back as Seungwan starts to wonder things. Silly things. 
From across her, she follows Joohyun’s steady hand, deftly gripping the springy udon between chopsticks and masterfully twirling them into the spoon for the perfect mouthful. She remembers that fist punching Lucas in the nose, remembers the lipstick bruises staining sharp knuckles, and then she wonders if that’s the first time something’s ever made her physically violent. 
Then her gaze discreetly travels to Joohyun’s lips as she chews. Seungwan wonders the worst thing that has ever come from a mouth as pretty as hers. She wonders if she knows that she tightens the clamp around her bruised heart every time she calls her ‘Wan’, wants to know what it’d feel like to–
“Um, Seungwan?”
The poor kid is only just now realising her daydream is sitting right across her, talking to her roommate and best friend. “You’re right. She’s really spaced out today, huh.” She aims a coy smile at a hapless Seungwan, watching as rouge scribbles across those milky cheeks. “Is something wrong, Seungwan?”
“No, no! I’m fine!” she laughs, nibbling on the corner of her sandwich. “I’m just a little tired I guess.”
“Duh,” Sooyoung casually blurts. “Who knows what time you guys ended up sleeping last night.” 
Jennie flinches to interject with some random statement to shut her the hell up but the cat’s already out of the bag.
“I’m sorry, what?!” Yerim cocks her head so hard she looks like a right-angle ruler. Jennie sighs at their idiot friend. Joohyun stays silent but her eyes twinkle mischievously, chin poised on an open palm. 
Seungwan can’t breathe, she can’t look away, and she can’t move to help Yerim pick her jaw off the ground.
She can’t process any of it.
Not when Joohyun looks that pretty just… being.
. . . . . 
[7:00 p.m] Seulgi barges in and immediately starts handing out little freebies and trinkets she’d acquired from her weekend dance trip. Her roommates are smitten with studio keychains, logo-embroidered plush face towels and a singular roll of toe-wrap tape.
. . . . .
“Wan-ah, what the heck? She spent the night?” Seulgi frantically points at the now cluttered sofa. “On that?” 
Yerim nods solemnly, putting on her best betrayed expression. “And I heard it from Sooyoung unnie. The betrayal is real right now.”
The dancer perks up slightly. “Sooyoungie? How is she?”
The youngest laughs. “Right, how could I forget you guys are practically dating right now. ”
Seungwan reassures her with a pat on the back and a sly wink. “She’s fine, Seul. Miss her much?” 
The girl hastily splutters a denial but the dust of pink settled in her cheeks tells quite a different story.
Yerim gets them back on track, waving a towel between her two friends’ faces. “Hello, Joohyun unnie plus Seungwan unnie? In the same room? Unattended?”
Seungwan gives up with tantrum legs kicking into the air to relieve the embarrassing heat in her face. “Ahh, it was nothing!!!” 
“Wan, there are four Hite bottles in the dishrack and it was nothing??” Seulgi asks suspiciously. “Does she know that?” 
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Teachers Pet-chapter 33: Remus
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I had been letting myself sleep in as long as possible not only for the rest, but to help pass the time. I usually woke up around ten sometimes eleven depending on how late I had stayed up, but today my brain had other plans. I wake awake bright and early at five o'clock. I had only just gone to bed four hours ago so I figured I would be sleeping till noon, but unfortunately I was woken up by a dream. Most would call it a dream, but I called it a nightmare. 
Because it was  a dream about me being married with kids, except I was married to Severus, not that I hate the idea, I just didn't need to be reminded of how that's never gonna happen. And of course my body loves to do this thing where once I'm awake, I can't go back to sleep. So I decided to just get up now and start my day early. I took my time showering, I even did a hair and a face mask, shaved, and styled my hair without magic, just to pass the time. I took my time figuring out what to wear and I even did eye shadow with my makeup. I brushed out my shirt adding a belt to my waist and looked out the window. The sun had started to rise and peak over the forest line. I looked at the clock and dropped my shoulders when I saw it was only six. "You have got to be kidding me, no way I did all of that in an hour." I said to myself. I was glad all my roommates went home for break, this allowed me some freedom to talk to myself and walk around in my underwear. I grabbed my coat, wand, and Lolita and headed out to walk around. I didn't really have a plan on where I was going to go, but i'd figure it out as I went.
I exited my dormitory and walked into the common room, I hadn't seen many Slytherins that stayed but every now and then we would cross paths in here. I walked out and down the hall not seeing anyone in the halls. It was kind of eerie being awake while the sun was just starting to rise, the school was so empty and quiet. I looked out a window as I passed by and saw the sunrise glistening over the lake, light hitting the water and the surrounding snow. I smiled at the sight and made my way outside. The snow crunched under my boots as I walked over to a bench that sat along the pathway. I sat down on it looking at the lake that was sparkling from the sun's reflection. A cloud of air could be seen every time I breathed out and I could feel my nose getting red. I really loved when it was cold out and there was snow on the ground, I wouldn't have come out here if it was snowing though that would mean it was too cold to come and read. And I could feel the warmth of the sun slowly stretching across my face and hands, spreading warmth on my cheeks. It was so beautiful I couldn't believe I went to school here. I barely even thought of Beauxbatons anymore. I smiled and opened up my book, unfolding the corner as I began to read.
About thirty minutes later I lifted my head from the book, hearing a noise, I looked to my left and saw the noise was the crunching of the snow under the new professor's feet. "Hello." I said smiling as he walked over, hands in his pockets, "Hello Y/n what are you doing out here this early?" he smiled looking out at the lake. "I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep so I came out here to read." I said scooching over so he could sit next to me. He smiled and sat down on the bench. "What about you?" I asked as I looked back to my book. "Oh just an early morning walk. I also could not sleep." I nodded and folded the corner of my page closing my book, "What are you reading?" he asked motioning to my book, I felt my cheeks redden a bit and looked at him and then back at my book. "Um this book called Lolita." I said smiling awkwardly. He hummed in response nodding his head with a smile. "Have you read it?" I asked, nervous of his response, I don't know why I was freaking out I mean there are so many books Im sure no one has actually read this, and even if they have its not like I support every decision made in it, but it is a bit awkward.  "No, I've just heard  of it." he smiled. We sat for a moment in silence, "So I hear you're a werewolf." I said chuckling lightly at the silly statement I made. He tensed up and bit and looked down at me, "And what leads you to think that." he asked in a bit more of a serious tone, but with a small smile. "Oh nothing just rumours, i'm only teasing." I said playfully, resting a hand on his arm in reassurance, he laughed along shifting in his spot. "Unless you are one, if that's the case then you are indeed way cooler than the last teacher." I joked, he reddened in the face a bit and smiled, "I can assure you I do not grow a tail." he assured me, laughing along. We sat and got to know each other more, he was a really sweet man and I could easily see myself being friends with him. We oddly had a lot in common too, we liked the same artists and movies, he even mentioned how he himself was not too potion savvy. We joked about many failed experiences in the subject.
"So If you went to school here, does that mean you went here with Severus? I mean Professor Snape." I said, shaking my head correcting myself. He sat up straight for a moment and looked out at the lake, he sighed and nodded his head. "Yes I did actually, we were in the same grade." he said, his face softening and his smile slowly fading a bit. I noticed the change in posture and tone and looked at him confused.  "Well what was he like? Was he mean like he is now? Did he bully you?" I asked trying to figure out why his energy shifted. He took a moment and cleared his throat. "No, not exactly." I kept my gaze on him, examining his facial expressions. "Did you guys fight or something?" I pried. "Yes you could say that, I had a group of friends, and two of us Sirius and James liked to pick on him often, I would try to convince them to leave Severus alone, but they'd never listen." he said leaning over and resting his elbow on his knees. Taken aback I looked away from him and to the lake. "That's horrible, what would they do to him?" I asked curiously. He took a moment pondering on what to say, "They would pick on him for being in Slytherin and would call him names and such." he confessed. I frowned and looked down at my hands. "Oh." I said quietly. "But Severus was a loner and he wasn't perfect either, but it's really not my place. James never really gave him a chance though, he bullied him from the start and would do it for fun and out of boredom sometimes." he added. I nodded and looked around at the snowy landscape thinking about it.
This would make a lot of sense as to why Severus was so cruel, he clearly had a hard life. It hurt my heart to think about him just trying to go about his day and some obnoxious boys decide to hurt him. I could almost cry at the thought and blinked hard to try and erase the thoughts from my mind. "But what did Snape ever do to them?" I asked, already predicting the answer. "Nothing. He was just a wallflower, associated himself with the dark arts and the wrong people and James saw him as an easy target." he admitted looking down at his feet. "Did they ever apologize? Or befriend him?" I also already knew this answer, "No, James died and Sirius was locked up." he said sadly, I rested a hand on his leg and smiled, "I'm sorry, even though they were bullies, I'm sure they were good friends of yours." I said kindly, "Thank you, they were, but i'm not sure if they would have even attempted to make amends, nor do I think Severus would have any interest in doing so either."  he said honestly, "Is Sirius still in Azkaban?" I asked, hoping I wasn't overstepping, I noticed a shift in his eyes when I mentioned the man's name. "No he got out a few years ago and is living in London." he said smiling. I could see a look in his eyes, I searched the blue spheres and tried to identify the look, "Does he have a family?" I asked trying to talk about him more, "No not really. I'm kind of all he's got left." his eyes flashed with a bit of sadness but stayed sparkling on the thought of the man, I smiled to myself when I realized why I recognized the look in his eyes. It was because it was the very same look I had when thinking about Severus. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make him uncomfortable so I just nodded in response.
I looked at his hand and noticed he didn't have a ring on his finger and looked up at him trying to figure out why he wasn't married. He was so nice and funny and handsome something didn't add up. "Why aren't you married? I mean a handsome man such as yourself you would think would have a partner and kids and stuff." I questioned cautiously, trying not to overstep. He laughed and blushed a bit, sitting up and leaning back on the bench, "I'm not sure, I just haven't met the right person I suppose." I nodded in agreement and just then I spotted a few students walking around inside. "I guess everyone's waking up, breakfast will start soon, wanna walk with me?" I asked politely, standing up and grabbing my book. He nodded and stood up as well, following beside me as we walked back inside the warm building and headed to the great hall. "So why are you here now? Why didn't you come when everyone else comes back from break?" I asked as we walked through the halls. "I guess I just wanted to get my room in order and hang out a bit in the school, it's a very nostalgic feeling, being back." he shared as we walked into the Great hall. We stopped at the staff table to finish up our conversation, I looked up behind him and noticed a dark professor glaring down at us, I furrowed my brows slightly, wondering why he would be so upset about this, but then I remembered what Remus had said, and although Remus maybe didn't participate he was still a bystander, and i'm sure Severus still held that against him, I smiled a little to myself thinking about how I could use this to my advantage. "Okay well I will catch you later at the firework show, it was lovely getting to know you and talk." I said smiling up at Remus, I kindly rested a hand on his arm and looked over to the now tense and fuming Severus, I could practically almost see the steam coming off of him, to anyone else he would look normal, but I could see it in his eyes, and his place fist he had clenched. I didn't understand why he was getting so angry with me fraternizing with Remus, he said so himself he didn't care about me that way.
When I looked back at Remus as he said his goodbye I could have sworn I felt a tug in my mind, a very familiar tug, like someone trying to pry their way in. Remus walked away and up to his seat, which was thankfully far from Severus, and I shot Snape a glare, I knew he was the only one that would be remotely interested in my thoughts and the look in his eyes only confirmed my suspicions. Two can play at this game I thought to myself as I slowly went and sat down where Luna and I had sat yesterday. I wasn't as good as him obviously and had just barely learned how to read thoughts without my wand. But I stared him down trying to get into his mind, it wasn't about reading his thoughts, it was more about making him aware he got sloppy and wasn't undetected in his attempt to read mine, I just needed to ensure he felt it. Which he confirmed when his eyes went from anger to hostility and then back to anger. I stopped my attempts and he glowered at me, I smiled and waved sarcastically and turned to the blonde girl that approached me and sat down. "Having a staring contest with Professor Snape or something?" she said, teasing me a bit. "What? No. I was just waving to the new teacher, I haven't got a clue why Snapes glaring over at me." I lied, which I felt bad doing, but Hermione and Draco were the only ones that knew of my feelings for Snape and I planned on keeping it that way.
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is it too late to have a naruto phase?
three years pt. 1 
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Kiba kicked the grass in front of him. He looked like a kicked puppy. You felt it in your heart. You were leaving your home, the place you spent the last seventeen years of your life, and everyone around you looked so sad for you.
    “Guys. I’m not dying. I’m just-”
    “Leaving.” Kiba finished.
    “Kiba come here.”
You pull him down to you and you kiss his forehead. Kiba smiled at you but he still looked sad. Akamaru even nudges your hand, making you drop to your knees, to kiss him and tell him goodbye as well.
    “Where’s your boyfriend? Waiting for him is such a drag.”
You looked at your childhood best, Shikamaru.
    “Shikamaru.” There was a tone of warning in your voice.
    “What? All your friends are here telling you bye and your boyfriend isn’t here? Our teachers even came to see you off.”
You flushed and punched him in the shoulder. He had a point. He fake winced then went back to a regulated deadpan expression.
    “If you must know. He had work. So we said goodbye already.”
Shikamaru tisked. Tenten and Lee took this opportunity to hug you with Neji. He just offered you a small smile and a side hug. You took it, you knew how he could be. Your heart squeezed at that.
    “We got you some gifts,” Neji spoke quietly. “We all kind of worked on it with Sai’s help.”
Choji and Shino handed you a bag. It caused you to sit on the ground to open the bag. First, you pulled out a small box. You unwrapped the box and opened it out to pull out a pendant and chain. Everyone produced similar things. It was a friendship pendant. Neji had it on his keys like Sasuke and Shino. Everyone else with the exception of Shikamaru wore them as bracelets. Shikamaru wore a necklace like yours was set to be. You smiled putting it on.
    “I love it. We all match.”
    “There’s more.” Tenten sang.
You couldn’t believe it, there was more. You pulled out a frame. Sai looked so excited and proud. You flipped it to see a picture. An adorable picture.
    “It’s a screen print but before we all took turns coloring each other,” he explained grinning ear to ear.
You smiled.
    “If you want to know who colored who, Sai and I colored each other along with Neji, Neji ended up coloring you since you couldn’t know. Shino and Naruto, Tenten and Kiba, Lee and Sasuke, Hinata and Choji and we even got Ino and Sakura to get along to make this for you.” Shikamaru explained.
    “I love you  guys.”
Everyone smiled and chimed “I love you too” all around. Giving you hugs all around Even your old teachers gave you hugs. You felt the love when you were given a college survival kit from the teachers. You smiled and waved. Shikamaru grabbed your wrist before you walked away.
    “Troublesome woman. Making me already miss you.”
    “What a drag.”
He hugged you tight. You felt him smirk against your temple. You felt your eyes get misty-eyed. The Leaf was your home, leaving it to go to school was hard for you since you were going nearly two cities away and had no friends. But this program was the gateway into your future, especially in music. You looked out over the town before going to your car, you’ll be back. You promised.
That was three years ago. You had made good, you would go home once a month and then again during the holidays. A lot for you has changed. You meet the greatest roommate ever and her siblings. You four started a band with them. You got cheated on about halfway through your freshman year. Released an EP with them. Graduated early. You know the works. It was a change.
Before the concert, you were scheduled to perform for your EP when someone knocked on the door. You were confused. Normally one of the members just opened the door. Temari and Kankuro just let themself in, Gaara never. You sighed and called for them to come in. Temari opened the door looking a bit annoyed holding, Shikamaru.
    “(Y/N)? Do you know this guy?”
    “Shikamaru?”
He pulled his arm away from her. She nodded and walked away. Once she was out of earshot Shikamaru looked at her go, almost like he was checking her out.
    “She is..”
    “My keyboard player…” You replied by getting up. “Why are you here? It’s like- we’re like two hours both from the show and home.”
    “We made the trip to come to see you?” he looked more confused than anything.
    “All of you?” You asked skeptically.
     “I got Neji to drive..” he responded
You snorted. It felt hard to believe. As you were getting ready to respond Kiba nearly smashed into Shikamaru and then Naruto over his shoulder.
    “(Y/N)!”
You tripped over yourself backward. But someone grabbed them by the collar and pulled them backward.
    “You two need to be leashed. Hey (Y/N).” Sakura smiled.
You waved and moved aside to allow others into the room. Soon all your friends were standing in your dressing room with you sitting on the makeup counter. Everyone was really interested in your new look.
    “Your hair..” Neji pointed out.
    “Yeah, um breakups will do that. You decide the time to change.” you felt the sides. You decided to pixie your hair before the release of the EP. “Do you like it?”
He nodded. Reaching out himself to tuck a part of your bangs behind your ear. You blushed a little and looked at him. His eyes were soft and very blue in stark contrast to his long black hair tied up in a ponytail and black shirt. You took in what he was wearing, he was dressed in a black t-shirt and light wash jeans, pinched and rolled with a pair of black hightops. He had on a bomber jacket and his hair pulled back. You caught the look of shock on Shikamaru’s face. You flushed more and looked at the time.
    “How I’m sorry I have to finish getting ready- I uh. Look come back here after the show- and I’ll introduce you to my bandmates.”
Everyone took turns hugging you before leaving. Shikamaru hung back to look at you.
    “What was that?”
    “I don’t know Shikamaru. I don’t know.”
He smirked and walked away for you to get ready. You were not going to think much about that interaction. Neji and you were just friends. That’s it nothing more, nothing less.
The show went off without a hitch. It was great. You haven’t felt this alive in years. You saw your friends out in the crowd. It’s been a long since you’ve done something like this, you never felt more alive in your moment. You danced and sang your heart out with Temari and Gaara. You worked the crowd. You caught Neji’s eye and sent him a wink just to see what happened and he flushed and continued nursing his drink.
You got backstage and rushed to your room to change. Then another moment passed while you calmed down a knock came. You opened the door to see Gaara. You smiled at him and invited him in.
    “Gaara you were amazing.”
    “You are too sweet. I wanted to run a different setlist by you for tomorrow before I left.”
Temari and Kankuro showed up too and the four of you were discussing what the next plan was.     “Uh (Y/N)?” asked Shikamaru.
You lit up and invited them in.
    “Guys these are my best friends I’ve told you about. Shikamaru and Temari meet. But Temari, Gaara, and Kankuro meet the leaf. Leaf met my band.”
One by one they all introduced themselves to one another and fell into quiet conversation with each other. You leaned on your makeup mirror and Neji jumped up on the counter with you and smiled.
    “You were great.”
    “Thank you.”
He smiled a soft, reserved smile for you and leaned against you. He asked you some basic questions and then he hit you with an unexpected conversation.
    “So you and Gaara have some really good um are you two well?”
    “No. God no. He’s gay as hell.”
Neji blushed and looked at the redhead. Who was engulfed in a conversation with Rock Lee. You smiled at him. Neji didn’t know what to say he just looked nervously at you. You didn’t need him to speak more, you knew why he was asking. You leaned your head on his shoulder, he tenses up a bit before relaxing with you. Hinta saw this and slapped Ino.
    “Finally!”
You both jumped and looked at each other before both of you flushed. You shrugged. You weren’t sure what was going on but you weren’t mad. You had a soft spot for Neji, always. Even when you were dating Koma. He kissed your shoulder and you laughed. Shikamaru smirked to himself. Everyone pretends not to see anything. Hinata was nearly vibrating in excitement for her cousin. He’s never shown interest so this was new for everyone. Neji has always had feelings for you, he always has even back when you were with your ex. And you two were going to figure that out. Everyone funneled out after an hour or so. Neji and you parted ways with a promise to talk more about whatever this will be when you get home but for now, you’ll settle for texting non-stop like you're in high school. And that made you happy.
You were packing up when your phone vibrated, you pulled it out to see two text messages. One from Neji and one from Shikamaru.
n. hyuuga
    I had a great night. I’ll have to come to more shows of yours. Thank you. <3
you
    be safe driving back please. i cant wait <3
s. nara
    im gonna date ur keyboard player
you
    pls no
s. nara
    ima date her harder now.
You groaned getting into your car beside Temari.
    “What?” she asked.
    “Just Shikamaru.”
She hummed, nodding crossing her legs. Kankuro was removing his makeup and looking at you too. Gaara fell asleep against the window.
    “I’m gonna date your best friend.”
You headbutted the steering wheel and she laughed at your reaction. You left grumbling you couldn’t believe this.
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Hiraeth - I.VIII: These Paths We Walk
pairing(s): Hybrid!Im Jaebeom x Reader, Witch!Mark Tuan x Reader, Werewolf!Jackson Wang x Reader, Vampire!Park Jinyoung x Reader, Supernatural!Got7 x Reader
genre: Supernatural!AU, Dark Magic!AU, heavy Angst, light Fluff, eventual Smut
warnings: Mature language, mentions of death and murder, violence, gore and blood, some satanic themes, etc. 
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synopsis: How far are you willing to go to find out the truth about Moon Dye Bay?…
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Necromancy is a form of spiritual divination in which the executioner acts in the summoning of and communication with the lost souls of the dead. Its origins date back to the ancient Greeks, as the word necromancy is composed of Greek terms νεκρός (nekrós), "dead," and μαντεία (manteía), "divination." During the European Middle Ages, necromancy grew to be associated with black magic by traditional witches. As a result, its practice became strictly forbidden due to its disruption in the balance of nature. History recalls only one powerful witch ever held the ability to raise the dead at will—
“Still doing research for that special project?” Your mind snaps back to reality at the sudden inquiry. Tearing your gaze from the textbook, you look up to find none other than your favorite student in front of your desk. Hyunjin offers his usual crooked smile at your newfound attention and raises a questioning eyebrow. 
You can’t help but roll your eyes before answering, “You know the point of a study period is to—I don’t know—study? Preferably by yourself?”
He snickers. “I have a question that requires your extensive mastery in the literary arts, Ms. (L/N).”
“I’m sure you do.” You release a heavy sigh, not bothering to voice your annoyance at the use of your surname. Instead, you deliver Hyunjin a shake of your head before gesturing his continuance with a wave of your hand.
“I’m a little confused by the ending of The Grapes of Wrath,” Hyunjin pauses, “okay—a lot confused. I mean, why would Rose of Sharon breastfeed a stranger she literally just met? It’s weird…” 
You chuckle at his scrunched expression. “You’re right. It is pretty weird.” 
“So why’d she do it?” 
“Well, Rose of Sharon knew the stranger was starving to death,” You begin, leaning back in your chair to better hold Hyunjin’s gaze, “so you could say she wanted to give him a second chance.” 
“But why? She doesn’t even know him.” 
“Maybe not, but if you had the ability to save another person’s life—be it a stranger—wouldn’t you?” 
“But even after all her and her family went through, I don’t understand how she was able to find it in herself to do that. Especially after the loss of her baby.” 
“Humanity is a complicated, yet beautiful force, Hyunjin.” You hum gently, “Even among all the cruelty, hatred and hopelessness, it still manages to find a way to prevail—that ending is proof that against all odds, humanity will always win.”  
“I never thought about it like that…” Hyunjin shakes his head in disbelief, “Thanks, (Y/N)...” 
“It’s what I do, kiddo.” 
While the student grows silent to scribble down his realizations, you take the time to skim over your own notes—or lack-there-of, that is. 
After Youngjae agreed, albeit rather reluctantly, to assist you in your mission to return Jackson Wang to the land of the living, you spent the past few days cornering the bookstore and mausoleum’s supply of resources about raising the dead. But just your luck, every text thus far has proven to be less than helpful. According to the siphoner, necromancy is one of the more rare magical arts that is only practiced by specialized, powerful witches, which, unfortunately, also means there is limited access to such information. Neither you nor Youngjae have been able to find a spell or ritual that can guarantee Jackson’s resurrection without some kind of dire consequence. 
Who knew magic could be so complicated? 
“You know, you’ve been out for the past week…” You lift your head to meet Hyunjin’s gaze once again. “Is… Is everything okay? I don’t mean to pry, but it’s just so unlike you to miss any classes…” 
The typical university student probably wouldn’t give a damn about a missing professor, much less an absent TA. Hyunjin’s visual apparent concern spreads warmth throughout your chest—you are powerless to hold back the small smile that stretches across your lips. 
“A couple of my roommate’s friends disappeared out of the blue last week, so I just needed a few days to help her out.” You raise a playful eyebrow, “Don’t tell me you missed me?” 
“What? No way.” Hyunjin scoffs, “Though I did have to use Sparknotes for the past few reading assignments and barely passed Wednesday's quiz—” You burst into laughter, reeling your companion into the same fit only seconds later. After a brief moment, Hyunjin manages to collect his composure and finish, “—I am glad everything is okay… and that you’re back.” 
You nod with a smile. “I appreciate that.”
Aside from the daily meetings with Youngjae and nightly cry-piles with Sana, the past few days have proven to be quite uneventful. Jackson has not appeared in your bedroom since that first night, and true to your word, you haven’t told Mark about your quest for his revival. God knows what kind of Hell would break loose if that were to happen. You also haven’t visited the Prime residence since the day you caught Jaebeom with his drop dead—mind the pun—gorgeous vampire conquest. You’ve been meaning to call Jinyoung, but between your hours pilfering through useless research texts, comforting your distraught roommate and attempting to track down your M.I.A. best friend, you haven’t quite found the time. 
And though you’d never admit it to anyone, you needed some time alone—to think.
A rather obnoxious bout of laughter tears you from your thoughts, which is quickly followed by a scold from Professor Park. In an attempt to find the source, you peer past Hyunjin’s form and the sea of other students to the very back of the classroom where a group of young girls are utilizing the period as social hour. Amongst the familiar faces sits a pretty female student you don’t quite recognize, having never encountered her around campus before.
And although you can barely see her, something about her demeanor seems… off. 
“Hyunjin? Who’s that girl back there?” 
Hyunjin turns to examine the subject of interest before returning with a shrug, “According to my sister, she’s some exchange student from Taiwan. I haven’t met her, but I think Yeji said her name is Tzuyu.”
“And she transferred here this week?” 
He shakes his head. “Actually, today is the first day anyone has seen her.”
You go to inquire further, but the booming call of Professor Park announcing the end of class beats you to it. Hyunjin bids you one final thank you and a goodbye before sprinting off to meet his friends at the classroom exit. It is not until him, Professor Park and the remainder of the students are long out the door do you return to your research. However, the moment you manage to relocate your place, a sugary-sweet voice commands your attention once again:
“If I could bother you for a moment, Ms. (L/N), I need your help…” 
“Of course.” You mask your annoyance with as genuine a smile as you can muster and turn your gaze to the student. “What can I do for…” Your smile immediately falters at the sight of the young woman from earlier in front of your desk—only in this instance, you can definitely recognize her… 
It’s none other than Miss Aphrodisiac herself from the Project Estate. 
She offers a radiant smile, but the feature seems less than friendly. 
“Hello again, (Y/N). I don’t believe we properly met during our last meeting… I’m Tzuyu.” 
“Yeah, um, I-I wasn’t expecting to see you in my class…” You chuckle nervously, cautiously sliding your notes inside your book before closing the cover. “What… What are you doing here exactly?” 
“With how much the student body rants and raves about their newest teaching assistant, how could I pass up the opportunity to see you in action?” Tzuyu elegantly takes a seat on the edge of your desk before running her fingers through her flawless, auburn locks. Something about the dexterity of her fingers sends goosebumps budding across your skin. “Plus, it’s not everyday I meet one of Jaebeom’s… human companions.” 
“It’s not like that.” You insist, “Jaebeom and I barely know each other—”
“Ah. Right.” She giggles, “You’re close with the other brother. My mistake.” 
You bite your tongue, holding back the snide comment that would likely lead to the dismembering of your head from your body. Instead, you swallow what little remains of your pride, rise from your seat and ask stiffly, “You said you needed help with something?...” 
“You’ve read Macbeth, haven’t you?” Filled with both anxiety and confusion, you watch as Tzuyu takes a pencil from the container of writing tools perched on the surface of your desk. She twirls the utensil between delicate fingertips, gazing at it as if it is the most interesting object on the planet. You don’t need your gut to remind you something is most definitely off with her behavior.
“There’s this one piece of advice that Lady Macbeth tells her husband before he goes off to commit murder: ‘Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t’... ” She pauses, “Tell me, Ms. (L/N)... What exactly could that mean?” 
Your blood runs cold when she fixes her dark gaze on you. No longer interested in the pencil. 
You bite the inside of your cheek, attempting to ground the frantic beating of your heart before it literally leaps from your chest and into the palms of your company. Out of instinct, you chance a quick glance at the door—you may not have a mug, but a nine-hundred page, hardcover book to the face might make a pretty good distraction. 
“Hm, I suppose you’re more of an expert with prose.” Tzuyu says, lowering the pencil into her lap before hopping to her own feet. “Let’s try a bit of Frankenstein then…” 
She begins to stalk toward you, her eyes still locked onto yours like a vice. Your body immediately shuffles backward, attempting to keep as much distance between yours forms as possible. You only get so far—your back meeting the surface of the wall behind you as Tzuyu centers herself a few mere inches away. You can feel her crisp breath on your face as she murmurs:  
“‘I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, then I will indulge the other’...” 
“What are you—” 
Before you can finish your thought, a searing pain paints your vision white. The agony spreads through your veins like wildfire, stealing every ounce of oxygen from your lungs and rendering your knees weak. With a trembling hand, you’re able to save your form from buckling completely to the floor—but not before catching a glimpse of the same pencil impaled in the side of your waist. 
“Poetry is much more tasteful, in my opinion.” Tzuyu sighs, licking the blood from her nails as she backs away. You want to say something—scream and call her a plethora of less than appropriate names—but your mind is literal mush between the shock and the excruciating pain. You collapse to the floor with a breathy gasp, cupping your bleeding side with your opposite hand.
The vampire saunters toward the exit. Just as she makes it to the doorway, she whirls around to throw one final innocent smile in your direction: “Do us both a favor and stay away from Jaebeom… I wouldn’t want to scar that pretty face.” 
With that, she’s completely gone. If it weren’t for the pencil in your midriff and the blood seeping through your clothes, you would have thought you’d dreamt up the entire encounter. 
“Shit…” You gasp, attempting to dislodge the wood from your flesh. It doesn’t budge, deeply embedded between what you assume to be your ribcage. A pained wheeze spills from your throat as you reach for your bag, paying little mind to the bloodied prints your fingers leave in the fabric. After numerous attempts and anguished movements, you manage to fish your cell phone from its pocket. Crimson smears across the screen as you pull up the first contact you can think of. 
You really should have taken the rest of the week off.
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From his perch behind a tree, Jinyoung silently stalks the movement of a burly stag as it parades across the forest floor. The creature, unknowing of the predator that hunts from a far, approaches a wild berry bush and begins to feast off its bearings—unknowing that its end is fast approaching. 
Jinyoung usually does not like to draw out these moments and would have killed the deer by now. Whether it is due to the absence of his physical strength or the tornado of thoughts tearing through his mind, he simply cannot bring himself to end the animal’s life just yet. There’s something so pure about watching the stag go about its existence, he realizes—he must allow its innocence to prevail a little while longer.
It’s been days since his recovery from the huntress’s attack, but he can still sense the weakness lingering in his bones. While Jaebeom’s blood chased away the fever of the wolf venom, it was not enough to regenerate his body to its full power. If he were to do so, he would need human blood… but that can never happen again. Not in this lifetime.
Animal blood keeps him mobile, and that is more than enough.  
A loud snap of breaking branches returns Jinyoung to reality in time to watch the stag tear off into the trees. He makes no move to chase after it, not desiring to waste his strength. After one final glance to his escaped meal, Jinyoung turns and greets the approaching figure with a tight frown:
“I already told you, hyung. I have no interest in accompanying you on a hunt into town.” 
“You know, it would be a hell of a lot easier than tracking down food out here…” Jaebeom snickers, “Not to mention, one human equals a dozen squirrels.” 
“And as I said, I much prefer the squirrels.” Jinyoung meets Jaebeom’s gaze with a heavy sigh, “I am perfectly fine, hyung.” 
“You’re a shitty liar.” Jaebeom shakes his head. “You need human blood.” 
“What I need is to find a new fare.” Jinyoung pushes off of his perch to traipse deeper into the forest, but the appearance of a hand on his shoulders halts his pace. He allows Jaebeom to maneuver his form back against the trunk of a tree, welcoming the slight relief the support brings to his muscles. He makes sure to keep his expression blank to mask his instability. But like always, Jaebeom sees straight through him. 
“You’re weak, Jinyoung…” 
“Nothing a nice rabbit can’t fix.”
Jaebeom purses his lips. “You can’t deny it forever. At least try a blood bag—”
“Why did you give me your blood?” Jinyoung interrupts his companion’s lecture, peering at Jaebeom with unwavering, unblinking eyes. “I thought you wished to punish me?”
“I was going to—I mean, I wanted to…” Jinyoung watches Jaebeom very carefully, noting the frivolous nature of his typically cocky features and hidden message behind his gaze. If he knew any better, Jinyoung would actually believe there to be some shred of humanity left behind those dark irises. 
“But you couldn’t.” He finishes.
“Don’t think it means you’re off the hook for working with Tuan.” Jaebeom huffs while taking a few paces backward. Jinyoung opens his mouth to respond, but the hybrid’s hushed murmur emerges instead, “(Y/N) came by last week… to see you.” 
Jinyoung holds back a smile. “Did she now?... I suppose you told her about your change of heart then.” 
Jaebeom remains silent. 
“Jaebeom-hyung…” Jinyoung’s eyes flutter shut as an audible exhale blows past his lips, “You need to tell her.” 
“It won’t change anything.” Jaebeom says with a frown, “She made it very clear that she already hates me.” 
“(Y/N) is much different than others, hyung—” 
“What do I care anyway?” The hybrid tsks, his sullen expression transitioning into one of indifference. “She can hate me as much as she wants. I don’t give a shit.” 
“Hyung, please—”   
The shrill ring of a cell phone introduces a bout of silence. Jinyoung has never been so annoyed by modern technology since now, grabbing his phone with a less than pleased sigh. He eyes Jaebeom while lifting the device to his ear, wordlessly communicating that the conversation is far from over.
“Hello?”
“Jinyoung?... H-Hey, it’s me.” 
“(Y/N)?” Jinyoung’s annoyance completely dissipates at the sound of your quivering voice. He notices how Jaebeom also reacts to your audible presence through the stiffening of his broad shoulders. He shakes it off as unease from your previous encounter and focuses back onto you, “Are… you alright? You seem a bit stressed.” 
“Yeah, you can c-call it that…” Your inhale picks up over the line, and Jinyoung cannot help but grow concerned by its unusual heaviness. “You are not going to believe the shitty day I’ve had.” 
“What happened?” 
“Well, the barista at my campus cafe accidentally made my usual decaf, my boss is seeking revenge for my time off through hundreds of ungraded essays… and I was stabbed… with a pencil.” 
Jinyoung’s eyebrows furrow. “I apologize, but I don’t think I understand…” 
“Long story short, Jaebeom’s scary, yet incredibly sexy girlfriend paid me a visit and literally stabbed me with a fucking pencil—” Your explanation cuts out into a yelp, which is followed by an array of stuttered curses, “And it—shit—hurts like hell.” 
“I’m on my way right now” Jinyoung, heart racing and head spinning, forces himself to his feet and hurries back toward the manor—Jaebeom hightailing close behind, having picked up the entire conversation. 
Before Jinyoung can inquire more about your condition, Jaebeom snatches the phone from his grasp and lifts it to his own, “Where did she stab you?” 
“Jaebeom?... My-My side… The pencil is wedged between my ribs, I can’t get it out…” 
“Don’t worry about removing it. Just try to control the bleeding as best you can.” Jaebeom explains, “Jinyoung and I will be there soon.” 
“Wait! Why are you—” Your voice cuts out as Jaebeom ends the call. Jinyoung notices the whiteness of the hybrid’s knuckles as he silently returns his phone. If it were any other situation, Jinyoung would have brought up their chat from earlier, but your wellbeing is on the line.  He delivers his companion a dark glare. To his surprise though, Jaebeom’s expression mirrors that of pure, unadulterated anger. 
Jinyoung pinches the bridge of his nose before releasing a sigh, “Do I even wish to know why your mistress attacked (Y/N)?” 
“I’d like to know too,” Jaebeom scoffs, running a hand through his jet black locks, “considering I told her that (Y/N) was off limits.” 
“You find out then.” Jinyoung hisses, “Or I will deal with her myself, and I won’t be as kind.” 
“Oh, trust me.” Jinyoung can practically sense the murderous lust spilling from Jaebeom’s pitch black irises—far from the light of humanity. “Kindness is the last thing on my list right now, Jinyoungie.”  
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“—and then she just acts all innocent! As if she did absolutely nothing wrong! I mean, what kind of self-serving, sadistic bitch does she think she is—Mark? Are you there?” 
“Huh?” Mark flutters his eyes open at the sound of his name. He blinks at his surroundings in confusion, still dazed from his abrupt wake-up call, before remembering his phone and the person currently speaking on the line: 
“Mark? Don’t tell me I put you to sleep?” 
“Nope, nope. I’m here.” Mark replies hurriedly, wiping the remnants of his nap from his eyes. “Luna’s a complete and total bitch, I got you.” 
Lia sighs, “Yuna, Mark. Not Luna.” 
With a silent yawn, he lifts his arms over his head and expels the kinks from his shoulders. Once his muscles are taunt and stretched, Mark releases a heavy exhale and murmurs, “I’m sorry, Lia. It’s just… been a long week.” 
“I get it, Mark.” She hums softly, “But I wish you wouldn’t stress so much about this. Minho made his choice, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” 
“I don’t believe that.” Mark rises from his chair before pacing across the room to the mausoleum’s lone window. He pulls the curtain aside, peering out at the vacant hills of the graveyard. “If he would just talk to me, then I’m sure we could figure something out.” 
Hundreds of phone calls later, and he still hasn’t spoken with Minho since the night he claimed to be leaving the coven. No one has. Not even Jisung. And Mark can’t figure out what’s bothering him more: the fact that Minho won’t pick up his phone, or that you have been purposely avoiding him for the last week. 
He’s trying to give both you and the young witch time—truly—but Mark can’t help but feel as if something is off. 
“Minho needs to figure out what he wants himself.” He forces himself away from the window, receding across the room to lean against the lectern as Lia goes on, “You can’t be there to hold his hand every time he goes through one of his moods. It’s not good for him or for you.” 
“What am I supposed to do then?” 
“Nothing, Mark. You do nothing.” 
Mark shakes his head, “You know I can’t do that.” 
“Just give Minho some more time to get it together.” Lia says, “He’ll come around eventually.” 
“I hope so.” Mark goes to grab his coffee mug from a nearby table, but accidentally knocks his elbow against the corner of the lectern. A mass of papers and books slide from its surface, crashing to the floor in a rather vocal descent. He releases a quiet curse, tucking his phone against his shoulder before lowering to the floor to begin tidying the mess. 
…How long does he have to wait until you come around?  
Lia continues to speak as he gathers the escaped pages, “Have you talked to Yugyeom lately? I heard that one of their wolves just up and disappeared.” 
“Yeah. That kid, Changbin.” He says, “Gyeom thinks he probably took off after our fight with the huntress. Remind you of someone?” 
“In this town? A lot of someones.” 
Mark goes to respond, but the title of a particular document clears the thoughts from his mind. Pushing aside a couple other pages, he grabs the flimsy packet before raising it into better view. At first, Mark is confused, unsure why this type of reference would be out and about. But as he surveys the other fallen objects, his confusion gradually shifts to realization… 
Then rage. 
He doesn’t bother to look up as the door opens, nor does he spare the puzzled newcomer a glance. Still clutching the document, Mark rises to his feet and takes the phone from his shoulder with his free hand. He pays his companion no mind as he quietly murmurs: 
“Do you mind if I call you later?” 
“Not at all. Just try to think about what I said.” 
Mark bids a final farewell to Lia before disconnecting the line. He takes a moment to drag a hand down his face before turning to a wide-eyed Youngjae. As soon as Mark raises the document into view, his expression immediately shifts to a panic. 
“So…” Mark tilts his head with a tight frown, “You want to explain why the hell you’re looking up resurrection spells?...” 
Youngjae shakes his head, “Hyung—”
“Explanation, Youngjae.” Mark watches the siphoner’s face shift through a rainbow of emotions. From terror, to anxiety, to dread, before finally settling on guilt. Keeping his gaze to the floor, Youngjae eventually delivers a shrug and whispers: 
“...To try to bring Jackson back.” 
Mark’s heart practically splits open. 
He stares at the younger witch with incredulous eyes. “Are you fucking stupid, Youngjae!?”  
“It looks bad, I know—” Youngjae hurries forward to stand in front of Mark and lifts his hand in good faith, “—but I’ve been doing a lot of research and experimenting with a couple spells and I really think that we can—”
“You aren’t thinking shit.” Mark spits, rounding toward the siphoner until their noses are a mere inch apart. “We don’t screw around with necromancy, Youngjae… It’s dark magic.” 
“We just have to find the right spell! (Y/N) and I are searching—” 
“(Y/N)? What does (Y/N) have to do with this?” 
Youngjae immediately closes his mouth, his eyes growing glassy in the evening light. 
It takes a second for the puzzle pieces to fit together—your inquiries about Jackson, Youngjae’s daily trips to the bookstore, your evasion—but once the realization hits, Mark feels his entire body go numb. 
Youngjae rushes forward to grab Mark’s arm, “Hyung, I’m so, so sorry! (Y/N) thought it would be better not to tell you, so I just—” 
Mark shrugs his hand away, refusing to meet Youngjae’s pleading gaze. “Get out.” 
“Just let me explain—”
“Get the fuck out!” A loud crash echoes throughout the mausoleum as Mark flings his mug across the room, causing the object to meet the opposite wall before shattering to a million tiny pieces. Youngjae doesn’t persist, grabbing his bag and beelining straight out the door. Mark pushes the sounds of the younger’s sobs from his mind as he goes, unable to see past the anger boiling inside his body. But even against all the rage, a sense of sadness remains at the forefront of his mind. 
His best friend betrayed him—again.
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“You find and take care of (Y/N).” Jaebeom commands, slamming his car door shut with a little more force than necessary. Then again, he can’t seem to bring himself to care above the red-hot fury coursing through his veins like venom. He ignores the curious stares of a nearby group of female students and proceeds to move around the car, “I’ll catch up with you later.” 
“And where exactly are you going?” Jaebeom bites back a glare as Jinyoung halts his movements. His entire body thrums, as if physically yearning for vengeance, but he masks his temper with a sharp inhale and a promise to release his frustrations out later. 
He nods at his companion, “I’m going to do what I should have done before.” 
Jinyoung merely stares at him for a moment, and Jaebeom can only hope he can’t see past the bloodlust in his gaze. Fortunately, Jinyoung doesn’t question him further. He releases Jaebeom’s shoulder and delivers one final nod before turning in the direction of what both can only assume is your classroom. Jaebeom allows himself a moment to watch Jinyoung—his noble brother—sprint off to save the day—to save you. Again. 
Jaebeom swallows the bitterness accumulating in his chest and heads in his own direction. It won’t be hard to track her. He can already smell her Chanel perfume—she’s close by, he realizes. 
She wants him to find her. 
Sure enough, Jaebeom recognizes her silken auburn hair and Louis Vuitton coat beside a towering oak tree, staring down at her phone. He doesn’t bother to check if those students are still watching him and speeds over to his target’s perch. Even when he’s a mere few inches away, she continues to mindlessly scroll through her phone. Jaebeom’s anger grows when he notices the amused smirk etched across her pink lips. 
“It’s about time you showed up.” Tzuyu says, “You know how much I hate to wait.” 
“Give me one good reason not to rip your fucking head off right now.”
“Not even a ‘hello’?” 
Jaebeom growls, “You think this is a game?”
“Perhaps.” She raises her calm gaze to his own before offering a sultry smile. “Beautiful evening, isn’t it?” 
Her flirtations only add fuel to the outrage raging through his body. He speeds forward again, snatches her wrists and slams her smaller figure against the trunk of the tree behind them. Tzuyu winces at his aggressive movements, but Jaebeom feels no sympathy. Your trembling voice and pained breathing echoes in his ears like a siren, tempting him closer to the point of no return. 
It would be so easy to plunge his hand into her chest, to squeeze her heart until it's nothing but bloody ash. Or maybe he should tear her limbs off one by one, make her suffer until she’s begging him to end her—
“You really do care about her, don’t you?” Jaebeom awakens from his imaginary rampage at the question. Her usual smirk is no longer along her face, but instead replaced with a thoughtful frown. 
He growls, pressing her wrists further into the bark of the tree. “I told you to stay away from her. You said you wouldn’t touch her.” 
“I never thought I’d see the day the big, bad hybrid, Im Jaebeom falls for a human.” 
“Shut the fuck up.” His tone is quiet—murderous. “I’ll kill you.” 
“No. You won’t.” 
“Yes. I will.” 
“No, Jaebeom.” She shakes her head with a sigh, “If you kill me, (Y/N) will never forgive you.” 
As if she had taken a red hot iron and plunged it through his heart, Jaebeom lets go of the vampire and stumbles backward. He barely catches himself before he collapses to the ground, and even then, his legs feel like they’ll give out at any moment. 
Tzuyu, still leaning against the tree, tilts her head with a hum, “She’s a good one, Beom. I feel it… that aura that carries around her.” 
“Stop it—” 
“And it’s because she’s good that she’ll never belong to you.” She murmurs, “But you already know that… don’t you?” 
“You’re fucking sick.” Jaebeom hisses. 
To his surprise, Tzuyu’s expression softens. “I’m sorry, Jaebeom.” 
There’s too many emotions swirling through his mind. He can’t think—can’t breathe. His chest feels like it’s caving in on itself, and his hands won’t stop shaking. He can’t get your face out of his head—your beautiful eyes looking at him with such betrayal and hatred. It hurts. It hurts so much. Why won’t his hands stop fucking shaking? It’s too much. It’s all too much—
He can’t help it… He has to turn it off. 
A switch flips inside of his soul, immediately locking out every ounce of pain. His lungs inhale each new breath smoothly, and his limbs remain as still as a cat. With a clear head, Jaebeom returns his eyes to Tzuyu, who is still gazing at him with such tenderness and understanding. For a moment, the warmth of her gaze reminds him of you. 
Tzuyu cautiously takes a step forward, “Jaebeom…?” 
“You’re right.” He nods, “I’m not gonna kill you.”
“What are you—ah!” Her inquiry elevates into a scream as Jaebeom whirls forward and sinks his teeth into her shoulder. His fangs plunge through the fabric of her expensive coat before piercing deep into her flesh. She attempts to struggle, but he is stronger… and the damage has already been done.   
He pulls away, licking the blood from his lips as Tzuyu collapses to the ground. She clutches her wounded shoulder, staring up at him with eyes of betrayal, confusion and fright. 
“You… You bit me.” 
Jaebeom smirks, “I suggest you spend the next day or so wisely… it’s going to be your last.” 
Tzuyu’s expression turns rabid. She scrambles to her feet before sneering at the hybrid, “The sooner you learn to accept your fate, Jaebeom, the sooner you’ll find peace—” 
“Meh. Fate’s overrated.” 
“Just remember this—” The vampire growls, “—after you turned me, you murdered the love of my life… at least I had the kindness to keep yours alive.” 
He snickers, turning to leave. However, just before he takes a step, Jaebeom throws one final comment over his shoulder, “Thanks for all the sex.” 
With that, Jaebeom smirks to himself and saunters off into the glow of the setting sun. 
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Jinyoung rushes down the hallway, careful not to speed for fear of running into a professor or student working after hours. The fragrance of your blood builds with each step, and he can’t help but grow more concerned with that knowledge. At the very least, he can still hear the faint beating of your heart. 
He follows the scent past a couple corners and down another long corridor to a massive, dim lecture room. Fearing the worst, Jinyoung quickly steps through the doorway before immediately spotting your incapacitated form through the darkness propped up against the opposite wall. He doesn’t hesitate to speed across the room and kneel in front of you. You’re unconscious, he realizes, but breathing—that’s enough to lift the heavy weight from his chest. 
“(Y/N)?” He calls gently, lifting his hands to cradle your face in his palms. “Come back to me, my dear… Please.” 
“Jinyoung?...” He’s never been more grateful to hear the sound of his name until now. Your eyes flutter open and dart around the area before drowsily settling on Jinyoung. The vampire in question breathes a sigh of relief, caressing the apple of your cheek with his thumb. 
“There you are.” He murmurs, “How do you feel?” 
“Like I was stabbed…” You raise an eyebrow before peering down at the pencil protruding from your abdomen, “Well, would you look at that.” 
Jinyoung holds back a smile at your sarcasm, appreciating that even wounded, you still manage to bear your usual fiery charm. His own eyes turn down to the object jabbed within your waist. He carefully analyzes the damage, determining the best possible solution to its extraction. As you said on the call, the pencil itself is trapped inside your ribcage. Jinyoung will have to be careful not to accidentally fracture your bones. 
He bites the inside of his cheek before returning his attention back to you. “I need to remove it, but it’s going to be painful. Very painful.” 
You roll your eyes, “It will also hurt a lot less when it’s out. I can handle it.” 
“I know you can.” 
Jinyoung keeps his gaze connected to yours as he wraps his fingers around the wood of the pencil, taking extra care not to brush against the swollen skin of the lesion. Your expression remains fatigued, yet indifferent during his preparation. He waits for your nod before he continues. 
In order to prevent as much further damage and to make it as painless as possible, Jinyoung removes the pencil as quickly as he can. Your furrowed brow and teary eyes slice at his soul, but he doesn’t stop until the object is completely taken out. Once it's free, Jinyoung tosses the pencil into a nearby trash can, pulls the sweater from his body and utilizes the garment to cover your slightly bleeding wound. He ignores the crimson of your blood staining his fingers, instead lifting his clean arm to his mouth before biting down. 
“What… are you doing?” 
“My blood will heal you.” Jinyoung answers, offering forth his bloody wrist. “It’s how I saved you after your assault in the alleyway.” 
“If I die with your blood in my system, won’t I become a vampire?” 
“You aren’t going to die.” 
You shake your head, pushing away his wrist. “Thanks for the offer, but I’d rather not risk anything.” 
“At least allow me to bring you to the hospital then.” He insists, “You’ve lost quite enough blood for one day.” 
Jinyoung curses at the mischievous smirk that spreads along your lips. “You have got to stop saving my life.” 
“Stop putting yourself in danger, and there would be no need for me to.” 
“Last I checked, I had no idea Vampire Victoria Secret was gonna show up and stab me with a fucking writing utensil.” You snort, gesturing over to your desk, “Grab my stuff before we go, please.” 
Just as you requested, Jinyoung goes about gathering your laptop and assorted belongings before sliding them into your bag. One book, however, catches his attention. For a moment, he pauses to stare at the title, then flips open the cover. His mouth runs dry when he discovers numerous pages of notes in your handwriting. 
Jinyoung closes the book before turning back to you, who is struggling to climb to your feet. He moves to help you, stabilizing your body against the wall while asking, “Why are you researching necromancy?” 
“It’s a long story.” You inhale deeply, “But to keep it short… Youngjae and I are going to try to resurrect Jackson Wang.”
At the mention of the alpha werewolf, Jinyoung’s muscles grow stiff. He stares at your face, attempting to read the stars in your dreary irises. After what seems like a long moment of silence, he eventually speaks, albeit quietly, “You understand resurrecting someone from the dead is no simple task… Why would you even attempt such a thing?” 
Your expression softens. “Because Jackson didn’t deserve to die, Jinyoung. The pack lost their leader—Mark lost his best friend.” 
“Resurrection is a dangerous craft, (Y/N).”
“Not if we find the right spell.” You argue, throwing your bag over your shoulder with a sharp inhale. “I know it sounds bat-shit crazy, but I have to try, Jinyoung. For Jackson and for Mark.”
Jinyoung inhales a heavy gust, before releasing an even heavier breath. He curses himself at being so affected by the hope in your eyes. Your determination is too alluring—you are too alluring. 
“I have a collection of grimoires kept by a coven of Dutch witches who specialized in necromancy back in the 15th century.” He finally says, “I will gift them to you as long as you grant me one request.”
Your eyes immediately brighten. “Of course. What do you need me to do?” 
Jinyoung grabs your hands. “I want you to forgive my brother.” 
“Jinyoung—“
“After you left, Jaebeom fed me his blood.” He explains, “He cured the werewolf venom, so I wouldn’t have to suffer.”
Your face first contorts to confusion, then to Jinyoung’s surprise, guilt. “He didn’t tell me…” 
“As I told you, Jaebeom has a good heart.” His lips upturn into a sad smile, “He just… has difficulty revealing that side of himself to others.” 
With that, Jinyoung carefully gathers your body into his arms. He manages to cover your soiled clothes with your jacket before heading for the door. 
“It is your choice. I will give you the grimoires no matter what you decide.” 
Jinyoung’s heart leaps when your head collapses against his chest, right over where his heart proceeds to race. Judging by your silence, he expects your mind to have descended into unconsciousness once more, but is pleasantly surprised when your slurred voice reaches his ears, “Hey, Jinyoung?” 
“Yes?” 
“Thanks for saving me. Again.” 
Jinyoung smiles, “It was my pleasure, (Y/N).”
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“Such a fucking idiot!...” Youngjae hisses, stomping his way past gravestones and monuments through the light of the setting sun. Usually, he would stop to appreciate such a beautiful moment in nature, but his mind is too preoccupied with thoughts of remorse and anger. 
Youngjae knew better than to keep something like this from Mark. His heart immediately drops when he thinks back to the older witch’s furious outburst—Youngjae hasn’t seen him that angry in a long time. Not since Jackson was alive.
He shakes the thought from mind. He should have never agreed to your idea in the first place. Jackson Wang is dead. And he can’t be brought back. End of story. 
A faint murmur of voices awakens Youngjae from his self-loathing. He hadn’t realized how deep he has traveled into the forest until now, so deep that he’s very close to the shore of the bay. His curiosity expands when he notices a strange light emitting from behind a group of closely placed trees. Against his better judgement, Youngjae decides to investigate. 
The nearer he approaches the site, the louder the voices grow. With a closer view, Youngjae can barely make out two figures conversing in front of a large bonfire. Due to the shadows of tree cover, he can’t recognize their faces, but something about their voices seems familiar to him… 
“You’re sure this is going to work?” 
“I’ve been planning this for years. There’s no way it won’t.” 
“Doesn’t this spell need a crazy amount of power?” 
“There will be a blood moon tomorrow night.” Youngjae watches as one of the figures retreats to the opposite side of the fire. If he is a bit closer, he might be able to catch a glimpse of his face. “I will have more than enough power to complete the transformation.” 
“And it won’t kill me? The transformation?” 
“You sound like you’re having second thoughts…” 
“I’m not!” The second figure insists, “The Primes deserve to pay for what they’ve done.” 
“And pay they will.” Youngjae’s blood runs cold as he finally gains sight of one of the figures. “The Primes and Mark Tuan.” 
“Holy shit—” Youngjae moves to make a mad dash back through the forest, but just as he takes a step backwards, his foot catches a large divot in the earth. He crashes to the ground with a faint yelp, cursing the new ache in his ankle. Panic skyrockets through his veins at the sound of approaching footsteps. Even against the slight pain, Youngjae manages to force himself to his feet, ready to make a break for it, but a broad chest halts his movements. 
Youngjae’s heart stops when he meets the gaze of Changbin, the temperamental omega from the werewolf pack. 
He smirks, “Your mother ever tell you it’s rude to eavesdrop?” 
Youngjae hisses, “Screw you.” 
Changbin remains unbothered. “What should we do with him?” 
“Well… we can’t have him warning anyone of our plans.” Minho comes into view, wearing a similar smirk to that of the werewolf. “And besides, he might turn out to be pretty useful to us.” 
“Why are you doing this!?” Youngjae demands as Changbin shoves him back to the ground. “Are you that desperate for revenge that you’d actually kill Mark-hyung!?” 
Minho shakes his head, “I’m not gonna kill him. That special gift is reserved for the Primes.” He chuckles, before lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “I’m just gonna take back what I rightfully deserve…” 
Youngjae sneers at the witch, “You’re a fucking traitor! A sick, selfish—” 
The siphoner immediately grows silent when Changbin lands a harsh hit against his cheek. At the heavy impact, Youngjae goes flying to the earth and doesn’t rise again. 
Changbin glances at Minho, “You sure about all this?” 
Minho only smirks. 
“I’m dead sure.”
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The Protagonist - Hyunjin
❀ Slice of life 
❀ Warning: mentions of death & covid-19
❀ Word count: 8k 
❀ When your best friend Ryujin cheats on her boyfriend who you’re also friends with, you’re stuck to pick up the pieces of their relationship. When Ryujin starts pushing you away and Hyunjin starts keeping you close, you wonder who was a better friend to you in the first place and uncover new feelings you never knew you had. 
❀ A/N: i know i haven’t written in like a year?? but i suddenly had inspiration to write. Honestly, I felt the inspiration after I didn’t get picked job opportunity I really wanted (and thought I was going to get). I was put on the waitlist, but it still hurt my ego. But, I had some other good news and you can read on my blog about it, but I still wanted to write. I didn’t really have anything in mind, but I just let my words take me where it needed to be. Also, don’t get used to me writing, I won’t be writing often or at all. I’m not that into skz anymore LOL 
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Do you ever feel like you’re not the protagonist of your own story? 
Yeah, that’s how I feel everyday. 
Especially today.
“Ok, on the count of three, we reveal our statuses ... one... two..”
“And three!” 
I tore open the letter from my dream college, Seoul University, probably giving myself a paper cut in the process. 
“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, I GOT IN! I got in y/n, holy shit!” I heard my friend’s words over the speaker, but I just couldn’t get the stupid envelope open.
“Fuck this.” I grabbed the scissors nearby and cut the damn thing open, revealing a thin piece of white paper.
I regret to inform you that you have been...
I felt tears well up in my eyes instantly at the words “regret” and “inform”, already knowing where the letter is taking me.
“Y/N?? What does it say?!” 
I cleared my throat. “I didn’t get in...” 
I cried harder, silently, when I heard her moans of agony. “No fucking way! You’re a WAY better student than I am! There’s something wrong.” 
I shook my head. I was a good student, but I wasn’t the best personality. I was only in two clubs: acapella club and bagel club. Not good enough for the best university in our city.
“It’s ok. I have plenty more universities I applied to, I’ll be ok. I’m so, so happy for you though! I swear you’re gonna have so much fun!” 
My stomach churned as I said those words. Did I really mean them? I didn’t feel happy in the moment. 
“Ugh, I hate this... I really thought we would be roommates!” 
I set the pristine piece of paper on my desk; I didn’t even want to look at it anymore. 
“Don’t worry about it. This could even be a good thing! We’ll meet new people and just widen our group of friends. It’ll be awesome. Plus, I’m too weird for this clean cut college.” I joked. 
That made her laugh. “You’re right, they couldn’t handle your personality. Anyways, I got to go to drama club right now, talk later? And again, I’m really sorry y/n.” 
I pursed my lips. “Talk later, and don’t worry about me!” I ended the phone call and let the tears fall freely from my eyes. 
I knew this would happen. 
How could I compete with a chemistry major with a 4.0 GPA and the president of 2 clubs with a bombass personality? I was nothing compared to her. 
I picked up the piece of paper and took one good look at it before crumpling it into a ball and throwing it. The soft thud barely made a sound which was anticlimactic. I was trying to have an angsty teen moment here?? 
Sometimes I felt like I was just a side character in a movie or a book. I was that girl who watched her best friend experience all these things in life and you just stand by them and cheer them on. They are the ones who have a mental breakdown and somehow end up with the love of their life at the end. 
That was my best friend, Ryujin. 
She was the one that every guy and girl fell for. Her charisma bounced off walls and even made me dizzy at times. And it wasn’t even like she was the “girly-girl” that we see in movies, no no no, tomboys are much trendier nowadays. She was confident around guys and wasn’t afraid to embarrass herself in front of anyone. I was insanely jealous of her sometimes which I would never admit. 
She’s funny and adventurous, pretty and athletic: she is everything I ever wanted to be in a person. 
She even had the hottest guy in the school as her boyfriend, Hwang Hyunjin. 
I, on the other hand, was the opposite of her. I wasn’t overly awkward and uncomfortable to be around like the protagonists of some books. I wasn’t even cold and hostile like the mysterious girl in fanfiction. 
No, I was just completely and utterly average. 
I wasn’t “ugly” or whatever that means. You wouldn’t cringe away if you saw me, but the only guys I attract on the streets are the ones who might follow me home. I was friendly to people I met and was the queen of small talk. I was girlier than I wanted to be and try to put on makeup, but end up with botched eyebrows and nonexistent mascara-- that didn’t stop me from trying though. 
I cringed at every horror movie, I hate sports, I love astrology, and the only close friends I have are girls. 
Well, the only friend I truly have is Ryujin and all her friends became mine.
Any who, I was the girl that if a story was written about her, it’d be about 2 minutes long. I never had any big failures or big achievements. No family issues or tragic past. Nothing. I was a normal girl with a normal life. 
And now one who wouldn’t even be going to college with her best friend who she depends on for her social life. Oh yeah, I was a burden too. Now she can’t even be fully happy because of me. 
Great, just great. 
I felt a buzz near the bottom of my foot. I sighed and kicked it towards me. 
‘Ok i wasnt going to ask you this, but i just have to. did you know?’ -hyunjin
I squinted my eyes, re-reading the message to see if I got that correctly. What the heck is he talking about? 
‘what are you talking about?’ 
‘are you being serious?’ -hyunjin
Ok, now this is just weird. I sat up in my bed, suddenly interested in this conversation. 
‘im being serious. i have no clue what you’re talking about. care to inform me?’ 
I sent the text, realizing this is probably the longest conversation Hyunjin and I have had over text. We often hung out in person in groups, since he was Ryujin’s boyfriend and we did have the occasional deep conversation, but talking like this was new territory. 
‘im 100% sure ryu would tell her best friend that she cheated’ -hyunjin
Wait. What did he just say? 
Suddenly I was standing, pacing around the room. 
‘ok, i’ve officially lost whatever ur talking about. what the hell are you saying? ryujin did not’ I typed in confidence, but realized I shouldn’t immediately attack the victim. I erased the message and called him. 
He picked up almost instantly. 
“What the hell did you just say?” I heard him shift around, probably in his bed.
“I said, I’m sure that Ryujin would tell you if she cheated-”
“Ok, that, stop right there. You’re saying Ryujin cheated on you?” I felt my head spin.
Ryujin can’t be a cheater. That’s impossible. And plus, she would’ve told me if something was wrong in her perfect relationship. 
I heard a loud chuckle on his side. “Wow, you really don’t know do you.” I shook my head, but I realized he couldn’t see me.
“Um, I really don’t, so I would really love it if you explained.”
“What’s there to explain? She came to my house two days ago and told me she was cheating on me with Jeongin. Yang fucking Jeongin, who is, yes, a grade younger than us!” 
I winced at his volume. Hyunjin was a lot of things, but he definitely wasn’t a liar. Neither was Ryujin which is why I had no idea what was going on. 
“You have anything to say?” He asked. But I was in complete shock. 
“Well, um... I’m gonna talk to her about this. Bye, Hyunjin.” I hung up the phone and tossed it on the side of my bed despite his muffled talking. 
What the fuck is going on?
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“I’m asking you a simple question, did you or did you not cheat on Hyunjin?” 
After Ryujin came home from drama club, I was already there waiting at her door. She gave me a weird look since we live a good 20 minute walk away from each other, but yes, this conversation was worth the exercise. 
“Excuse me, what did you just say?” She asked with a sassy tone, but I had no time for this bullshit.
“Did you cheat on Hyunjin? God Ryu, just answer the question!” I felt my face turning red and I knew I was losing my temper. I had no idea why I was so upset, but I just was. 
I saw her features contort, and I knew I was going to hear the truth.
“Ok, yeah, yeah I did.” 
My heart dropped.
We didn’t say anything to each other for a couple of seconds. It was like we were both taunting each other, which she doesn’t have the right to do in this moment.
“Are you serious? Why?” I asked incredulously. 
She didn’t say anything yet walked passed me and straight to her door. 
“Hey, what the hell?” 
“Y/N, I cheated on him, what else is there to say? It’s done, it happened!” I almost flinched at her tone. It was bitter and angry and it was a tone I was used to with her. 
“What the fuck? Ryu, why wouldn’t you tell me? And this is breaking Hyunjin’s heart-” 
“You know what? I don’t have to tell you everything about my relationship! It has nothing to do with you. It doesn’t even matter, ok? I just don’t wanna talk about it.” 
I stood silently, wondering who was this person in front of me. 
“Fine, I’ll leave then.” 
As I walked back to my house, I couldn’t help but feel like I was stuck in the protagonist’s drama once again. 
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It was almost 1am when I got back home. Thankfully, my parents were asleep and thought I was staying the night at Ryujin’s like I told them. I snuck in the house and collapsed on my bed. This was too much emotion for one day. 
I peered down at my phone and saw the light illuminate the room.
‘So. is your world shattered like mine?’ -hyunjin
I bit my lip. Was it weird to text my best friend’s ex-boyfriend like this? Technically, we were somewhat of friends too. So I’m not breaking any rules.
‘this is fucked up. im rly sorry man, she really didn’t tell me.’ I brushed my hands through my hair and felt the sweat sticking to it. I had walked back in the spring heat, it was too much. 
‘Damn, I didn’t think she would pull something like that and not even tell YOU. that’s cold.’ 
‘tell me about it. we were just fine earlier today, dont know whats goin on with her.’ I hesitated before typing the next part. ‘also, i know we arent the closest and ik im also ryu’s friend, but im here for you bro. this is a messed up situation’ 
‘Thanks, that means a lot... most of my friends are making fun of me for getting cheated on... with a JUNIOR. disgusting.’ 
I snorted. ‘technically, if ryujin didn’t skip a grade, she’d be a junior too.’ 
‘y/n, pls don’t ruin this moment’ 
‘fine, fine, disgusting, she cheated on u with a junior. plus ur friends are felix and jisung who are also complete insensitive dickheads sometimes’ 
‘Thank you.’ 
I laughed. Hyunjin was always an interesting guy to hang out with. Sure we never texted or talked much, but he was always a joy to have around. He was quiet in school, but he was animated around his friends. And of course, an awesome boyfriend to Ryujin. 
Seeing them together made me more aware of my singleness. He would open doors for her, give her his jacket when she was cold, pay for her meals, he even knew how to braid hair, like what the fuck? He was perfect.
And then she cheated on him. 
And didn’t even tell me. 
I rubbed my forehead. I was always a fixer. I fixed other people’s problems, which made me quite involved in their issues even if I shouldn’t be. 
‘but seriously though, im rly sorry this happened to you...’ 
‘yeah ... a year down the drain. and plus, i got accepted to Seoul University with her today.’ My heart sank, even when I knew it shouldn’t. 
Hyunjin was a smart guy, maybe a little too studious for his own good. He had lots of fun in high school, but made sure to go home early to events and not drink if he had a test the next day. He spent hours at the library at times and read in his free time, like me. Ryujin always hated it and thought we were too similar at times. Which is untrue because Hyunjin was way cooler than me. 
‘If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t get accepted’ 
‘That actually did not make me feel better and made me even sadder because what the fuck?? you’re an amazing student!’ 
That made me smile of course, the valedictorian was complimenting my intellect.
‘aha thanks, i’ll probably end up going to incheon uni which isn’t too far from here so i’ll be ok’ 
‘That’s good, maybe i should consider going since half the senior class is going to seoul lol’ 
I scoffed. “hyunjin, don’t give up your dream uni just because ryujin will be there. you probably wont see her as often as u think’ 
‘If I decided not to go there, it won’t be because of Ryujin. But seriously, I rarely try anything new and i feel like i’m confined to a small group of people. At least at Incheon, I’ll know less people.” 
I sighed loudly. Oh Hyunjin, it must suck to get a mental breakdown right before going to college. It happens to the best of us though. 
‘well ok, where ever you go, i’ll know you’ll thrive!!’ 
‘:) thanks y/n. also, ik we dont talk much, but i really do appreciate you.’ 
Well, that warmed my heart... and my cheeks. 
The fact that I was texting my friend’s ex boyfriend snapped me back into reality. And the fact that she cheated on him. 
I gulped. 
‘aw thanks hyunjin, i appreciate you too. Now get some sleep! it’s almost 2am’
I didn’t get a response back, and I hoped he fell asleep. I changed into my pajamas and did my nightly routine and fell asleep to thoughts of my friend’s ex-boyfriend.
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I woke up to several buzzes that tickled my side. I grunted and threw the blanket off of me. I found my phone that was flung somewhere and picked it up. I turned off the notifications to stop the constant moving. 
“It’s too freaking early for this.” I moaned.
I rubbed my eyes and peered down at the message.
‘hey im sorrrryyy for lashing out yesterday. i just feel guilty about the whole thing and i was afraid to tell you... also i think im in love with jeongin’ -ryujin
My eyes naturally widened at this confession. 
Love? Ryujin dated Hyunjin for a whole year! How could she fall in love with Jeongin so easily??
‘excuse me?? what the fuck did you just say cuz i think u just said u LOVE jeongin??’ 
‘stfu. just hear me out, he’s a great guy and he’s just... normal’ -ryujin
Ok, time to call this bitch.
“Define normal?” I heard her sigh and adjust in her bed. She’s always been an early riser.
“Just, when I was dating Hyunjin, it felt like it had to be this perfect relationship. We were all friends before and it just seemed right that we dated. He was super nice and perfect and not to mention, hot, but it just felt superficial. I don’t know.” 
Well this was new. Ryujin never told me much about the problems in their relationship and I thought everything was going well. Well, until now.
“I mean, I get that, you shouldn’t have to date anyone you don’t like. But, you should’ve broken up with him before!” 
“You think I don’t know that? I made a mistake, ok? Can you just get off my back about it?” 
There’s that temper again. 
“Are you serious? You’re the one who texted ME in the morning.” 
“I’m just, whatever.” She paused in between her words. “You just wouldn’t understand ‘cause you’ve never been in a relationship! I just can’t describe it, ok?” And on that note, I just hung up the phone. I was in no mood to play these games with her emotional roller coasters. 
I bit my lip, knowing she would probably call me more times for hanging up on her, but I wasn’t in the mood. I was caught in between two of my friends, and I knew who was in the right and who was treating me better. 
I saw my phone light up a few more times, which made me curious as to what she was sending me.
‘Hey, do you wanna have breakfast with me this morning?’ -hyunjin
I raised a brow. This was not the message I was expecting. 
‘only if you’re paying’
‘deal’ 
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Soft r&b played from the speakers as I sipped from my small cup of apple juice, yes, I still drink apple juice. 
“So, how are you feeling?” I finally asked the boy. 
He was wearing a black tshirt and jeans and his hair was messier than usual. I could tell he wasn’t getting lots of sleep. 
“As good as I can be.” He shuffled around in his chair like he had more to say. “Just, it’s still crazy to me. Getting cheated on... it’s a whole new feeling.” 
I nodded, but I couldn’t relate to it. 
“Yeah...” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say or how to cheer him up. 
We locked eyes suddenly and I grew shy. Hyunjin was always hot in my eyes, even though I pretended he wasn’t, for my friend’s sake. And for mine. 
“What did she say when you talked to her?” 
I laughed. “She totally flipped on me and told me to leave. I have no idea what’s going on with her right now. She’s lashing out for no reason.” I confessed. 
“Yeah, she’s acting more temperamental lately. She always had a temper but this time... this time it’s out of control.” 
I nodded, understanding what he was talking about. Ryujin was a feisty girl with lots of emotions. I respect her for being in tune with her emotions, but sometimes her actions go too far. Most guys thought it was hot though. 
“Anyways, I don’t want to talk about her anymore. What about you? Any relationship problems?”
I forced a small smile. “Nope, all the guys that were ‘into me’ were trying to use me to get to her.” 
Hyunjin took a bite out of his sandwich and shook his head. “Stone cold Slytherin.” I laughed at that one.
“Stone cold Slytherin indeed.”
“You know, Ryu has never watched any of the Harry Potter movies?? Which is crazy because I swear the first time we talked to each other it was about what Hogwarts house we would be in.” 
I nodded slowly. “Yes, yes I do know that my best friend has never watched the movies. And it pains me everyday.” He rolled his eyes at my teasing tone. “Also, I think that’s because you guys met in Mrs. Park’s English class which I also happened to be in. Remember, we all were friends first?” 
I thought back to those days, those simpler times. Hyunjin and Ryujin only dated for a year, but they’d known each other since our first year of high school. We were all somewhat of friends, more like acquaintances. But one day, their friendship just went to the next level. 
Hyunjin nodded his head slowly. “Yeah, you’re right. Ryujin isn’t as nerdy as you.” I scoffed, knowing that was not true. I was the dumbest in the friend group. 
“Alright, whatever you say.” I was out of witty banter. 
We called for the check and walked slowly to his car. For a moment, we just seemed like two friends. Two kids from school who were eating breakfast together.
But we weren’t really. I was his ex-girlfriend’s best friend. And he was the guy my best friend cheated on. 
And we were both losing a person who was ignoring us. 
“This is me. See you sometime?” His expression was hard to read and I didn’t know if he was saying this just to be kind or if he actually meant it. Either way, I didn’t care. 
“Sure. See you.” I waved at him awkwardly and he gave me a small wave back.
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A few weeks went by and soon, Ryujin and I were back to normal. I still texted Hyunjin quite often, but Ryujin didn’t know that. It’s not like I was lying to her, but I didn’t feel like she needed to know. It’s not like we were going behind her back and doing anything. He just needed a friend, and so did I.
The whole world was on lockdown and school got shut down early. Everyone was locked in their homes and told to keep a distance from each other in public. My electricity bill was off the charts and I was living off of Netflix for entertainment. Sometimes Ryujin came over, but she was the only one I really saw. She was an only child, so I pitied her. 
“Ok, this one or this one?” She held up two outfits that were completely different. One was a dark green shirt that tied in the front and sparkly paired with black jeans that flared slightly at the bottom. The other was a pink blouse with flowers paired with a blue denim skirt.
I looked up from my phone and sat up on the ground.
“That dark green one, it compliments your skin tone and the jeans are cute.” She nodded and tossed the other on her bed. 
“Great, Jeongin will love this.” 
“Are you sure he understands fashion? He’s like 12.” I felt a pillow hit me face in an instant, but the comment was worth it. The age jokes never got old. 
“Shut up! He’s the same age as me, only a grade younger. You know because I skipped a grade.” She bragged. I rolled my eyes and went back to playing on my phone. 
“Okay~ Whatever you say. I’m just saying, your boobies hanging out might confuse him-” 
She gave me a glare to shut me up from finishing. I shrugged and looked down at my phone. 
“Should you even be hanging out with him? We aren’t supposed to hang out with people during this time.” 
Ryujin snorted. “It’s my boyfriend, am I supposed to ignore him? I’d rather die.” I rolled my eyes are her insensitive statement. “Plus, aren’t we hanging out right now? You’re not my family.” Ouch, I’d always considered Ryujin family, but I guess she didn’t feel the same.
“That’s different. We’re best friends and I consider you my sister, since you don’t have one.” I spat. She narrowed her eyes at me and I saw the wheels turning in her head to clap back.
“Whatever, these rules are impossible."
I stayed quiet for a little bit, but I had so much to say. 
“What? If you have something to say, spit it out.” Wow, was her aggressive tone always this annoying?
I threw up my hands in aggravation. “Fine, I just think you’re moving on too fast from Hyunjin. You just broke up with him-”
“I cheated on him.”
“Ok, you cheated on him. Shouldn’t you wait a little longer to get into a relationship? It’s ... It’s sort of cruel.”
She narrowed her eyes at me but her eyes softened. 
“Look, what happened happened already. He knows I have feelings for someone else. I have to live for myself, ok? I’ll see you later.” 
She left the room and I knew that was my queue to leave her house. 
I picked up my phone and checked my messages before I left. I only had one, how popular of me. 
‘what are you doing right now?’ -hyunjin
I furrowed my brows. His timing was impeccable. 
‘um... nothing now. why?’ 
‘can you meet up rn?’ 
My eyebrows rose in surprise. Mr. Rule Follower wants to break the rules of quarantine? Interesting. 
‘... we aren’t supposed to hang out unnecessarily right now.’ I reminded him, just in case he forgot. 
I stood from Ryujin’s floor and started to look for my car keys. The perks of being the youngest sibling is that I was given my older brother’s car when he went off to college. Sadly, he’s back, but we share the car.
‘my mom is sick. shes getting tested today’ 
I froze. 
You never expect those words to come out of your friend’s mouth.
‘where r u?’
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I got in my car and booked it. It’s like I was moving faster than I could think. 
Hyunjin’s parents were divorced and he lived with his father, so I knew he was safe to be around. But still, he saw his mom during the summers and occasionally throughout the year. They were close.
I drove up to his house and saw him sitting there with his head buried in his arms.
“Shit.” 
I parked on the side of the road and ran out as soon as I could. He jolted up when he heard the slam of my car. 
“y/n-”
I grabbed him and immediately pulled him into a hug. I wasn’t sure why I did it, but it felt right. 
“It’s ok, it’s going to be ok.” I said before I could think. I wasn’t sure she was going to be ok, or if he was going to be ok, but he didn’t need to know that.
I felt him shake as tears he sobbed into my shoulder. 
“She’s so old, y/n. I’m so scared. I hope she doesn’t have it. I fucking hope so bad.” I squeezed him tighter. Tears fell slowly from my eyes as I felt his pain. 
“I’m sorry. We’ll be ok. It’ll be ok.” I rubbed his back soothingly and sat on the steps with him when he calmed down. 
“I’m sorry for being such an emotional mess right now, I hope you weren’t anywhere important when I texted you. Honestly, I called Ryujin first but she didn’t pick up.” He mumbled the last part.
I frowned, but realized why she didn’t pick up. 
“You look guilty, why?” 
I thought about lying to him, but what was the use? 
“I was actually at her house when you texted me... she was getting ready to go on a date with Jeongin.” I admit. 
I saw his face contort and he let out a few strangled cries. I pulled him closer to me and felt his head on my shoulder. 
“I’m sorry, I told her not to go.” 
“Why? We broke up already. She made her choice.” 
He took a small glance at him. His face was red and puffy; his sleep schedule was also not getting better. I knew that because we always texted at 1am. 
“I know my opinion doesn’t matter, but I think she made the wrong one.” 
He turned to face me and we locked eyes. 
Usually with other guys, I’m skittish and sometimes awkward. I wanted to get away from them as soon as I could. But with Hyunjin, I felt at peace. I felt comfortable with him, safe even. 
The boy gave me a small smile and patted me on the back. He rested his head on my shoulder again. 
“Your opinion always matters, and thank you. For everything.”
“It’s not a problem.” I pet his head like I’ve seen in movies. I don’t think I’ve ever comforted a guy besides my brother. And my brother did not like to get his hair pet. 
I guess Hyunjin didn’t either when he shot up. I gave him a startled look.
“What-”
“It is a problem. Why do you run to everyone who needs help, y/n?” 
I froze in my spot, not knowing what to say. 
“Um, I don’t know. I guess I’m just good at helping people. I like comforting people. I like making people happy.” I tried to cheer him up. I did not want him to feel like he was a burden.
Hyunjin moved out of my grasp and faced me. 
“Doesn’t it get tiring though? I’ve never seen you get sad about something. And you got rejected from your dream college that we’ve been talking about for years. Still, nothing.” 
I laughed and looked away. This conversation was getting too focused on me and I wanted to shift the topic immediately. 
“Um, well of course I get sad. It’s just I deal with my emotions better when I’m alone. I don’t mind people seeing me sad I just want alone time when I’m upset.” That was a good answer. 
He wasn’t buying it though. 
A calming silence washed over us for a short moment. He kicked a small rock to the side and it trickled down the steps. 
“Why do I feel like that’s a cop out answer?” 
I was about to give him a snarky response, but I saw the pain in his eyes. He wanted to be distracted from his pain and wanted to focus on me. 
“Do you ever feel like you’re just a side character of someone else’s story?” I blurt out. Immediately, I felt like I shared too much about myself, but I couldn’t take it back. 
His silence made me anxious. So anxious.
I started to shake my leg, a nervous habit I had. Suddenly, he placed a gentle hand on my leg to stop it from shaking. 
“Bad habit. Also, I guess I haven’t before. Because we are actually the protagonists of our own story. Even you.” He peered deeply into my eyes to get his point across. I gave him a weak smile because I knew he wanted to cheer me up. But I didn’t need cheering up, I accepted that I wasn’t protagonist material. I accepted it a long time ago.
But he didn’t need to know that. 
“You’re right. I’m being silly.”
“Oh c’mon, y/n. You’re not being silly. You’re an amazing person. Total main character material!” I raised my brow but said nothing. He knocked gently on my head. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” 
So many things were going through my head. Including the fact that if I were main character material, I wouldn’t be sitting here with him right now. I’d be on some date with a cute guy. And then the whole situation would blow up in my face. And I would learn from it. And everyone would forgive me except maybe one or two people, but I would be ok with that because I learned from my mistakes and am a better person.
But that’s not me. I don’t make mistakes. I pick up the pieces of those who make mistakes. I fix them. I heal them. I’m the one who makes the main character realize they’re a shitty person. 
“Too many things, Hyunjin. Too many things.” I whispered. 
We said nothing for a while until he wrapped his arms around me. 
“I hope your mom is ok.” I quietly said as I rested my head on his shoulder. 
“Yeah, I hope so too. And I hope you realize your worth one day.” 
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‘she’s not sick!! the tests came back negative!! WOOO! party at my house... ok virutal party lol’ -hyunjin
I cheered alone in my room. The test results came back pretty quickly yet it seemed like forever ago when Hyunjin cried in my arms. And we ended up spending the whole day together after I vented my feelings to him. But that’s besides the point. 
‘that’s awesome bro!!!! im so happy !!!!!!’ 
‘:) Thanks for being the best friend i have right now lol’ -hyunjin
I paused at the words ‘best friend’. I knew he didn’t mean best friend, but it still made me smile. 
Honestly, it was pretty cool being friends with Hyunjin and I wished that we were closer friends sooner. I guess I didn’t want to get too close in case him and Ryujin broke up. I didn’t know I’d be comforting him and not her.
‘ofc. u deserve happiness hyunjin’ 
He didn’t respond for a couple of minutes which concerned me. He would usually tell me if he was busy, but he just left suddenly. 
I tried not to think much about it so I set my phone on my table. I kept peering down at my phone every few minutes, but still nothing. 
I pulled out a good book and started to read a few pages. 
“y/n! I think your friend is here.” 
I furrowed my brows and closed my book with a pink bookmark keeping my page. 
“Friend? Didn’t know Ryujin was coming over.” I whispered. “Ok dad, I’ll be there!” I threw off blanket and opened the door. I shuffled to the front door and opened it. I ignored my dad’s weird looks as he made his way back to his room. 
Once I opened the door, I saw not Ryujin, but Hyunjin. 
His face was bright and I couldn’t help but smile back. His happiness was contagious, which is why he was so well-liked. 
He finally fixed his hair that was getting long due to the quarantine, but it suit him. He wore gray shorts with a sweater on top. 
I was suddenly aware of the gray shorts I had on. 
“Hey, we’re matching.” I said lamely. He laughed with his eye smile which was his best look. “What are you doing here?” 
“Wow, I’m hurt, no hello Hyunjin, I hear you come bearing good news.” 
I laughed. “You texted me said good news.” 
“I know, but I was wondering if you wanted to hang out right now...?” I crossed my arms and leaned against the door.
“Hyunjin, we aren’t supposed-”
“I know, I know, but I’m bored! I’m an only child too you know and I only live with my dad who hasn’t gone anywhere. And neither have I unless to see you. I know you follow the rules, so you’ve probably only seen Ryujin besides your immediate family.” 
I hesitated, wondering if it was the right thing to do. My heart was saying yes, but my brain wasn’t sure.
“Just go, honey. Just be safe.” My dad’s voice boomed. I looked back and saw him giving a thumbs up. 
“Really dad?” He nodded.
“Yes, but sure not to come in contact with any other people.” 
I held my pinky up, and I noticed Hyunjin was holding his up too.
“Promise.” 
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The roads were so empty. 
“You make me! Feel like I’m living a, TEENAGE DREAM!” 
Hyunjin and I bumped to Katy Perry bops as we drove through a deserted city. 
“Don’t ever look back! Don’t ever look back~” 
“My heart stops!! When you look at me!” I sang. 
“Just one touch, now baby I believe~” He playfully poked me. 
“This! Is! Real! So take a chance and don’t ever look back~” I finished. 
He turned down the volume as we reached our destination. 
An empty parking lot. 
“Aw, how romantic.” I joked. 
“Sorry, not much places were open.” He gave me a small smile as he parked the car and rolled down the windows. We didn’t get out in case other people were around. 
I unbuckled my seat belt and turned to him. He was already staring at me.
“I’m really, really happy about your mom,” I said finally. He smiled, I had never seen him this happy for almost a month now, ever since Ryujin cheated on him. 
“Thank you. Also, thank you for being there when I needed you.” 
I thought back to a few days ago when he was sobbing in my arms. I felt my heart shatter for him. I loved his mom too, she was always around when we were at school and was just a ball of light. 
“It’s no problem.” 
"Right, because you’re ‘a side character’.” He used quotation marks with his fingers to get the point across. 
I rolled my eyes and pushed him. “Stop! It’s true though.” 
He looked at me again, his eyes saying “explain”. 
“Stop giving me that look. It’s completely obvious.” 
“Tell me again, how is this obvious? Because, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but all of your thoughts are yours. You see things from YOUR eyes, your point of view, and whatever. Your life is your life; no one else is the main character y/n.”
I hated when he said my name so much. It reminded me too much of myself. I always made sure to use people’s names in sentences to show that I knew their name and to make them feel special. I knew what he was trying to do. I hated that it was working.
“Look, if I was the main character of my own story, then why would my only purpose right now to be helping yours and Ryujin’s?” 
He flinched at my words. 
“What?” 
I sighed, feeling uncomfortable again when the topic was focused on me.
“You know what I mean. For months now, it feels like all I do is to help Ryujin’s character development. And maybe even yours. She’s the one who makes shitty decisions, I’m the one who fixes them for her. She says stupid things, and I’m the one who makes her apologize. She even gets accepted into Seoul University, leaving me behind. I just feel like everyone is accelerating and changing while I’m static! I’m the same as I was in freshman year, sophomore, junior and now senior. I’m the same person!” 
Hyunjin stayed silent while I ranted. My chest rose and fell from my heavy breathing and my cheeks were dusted with pink. 
“Also, if I wasn’t a side character, would I be here, hanging out with you, to help you get over my best friend cheating on you?” 
He had no response for my words. And I knew he wouldn’t because he knew I was right. I was the push to get them back together. I was probably going to get a text or a call sometime by Ryujin while she begs for them to get back together. Or to ask me to fix this whole situation. 
I was right. 
“You really think I ask you to hang out so much because I want your help to get over Ryujin?” 
His accusing tone shocked me, and it made me nervous. 
I tried not to focus on the police cars passing by and calmed my nerves. 
“Um... yeah, why...”
He wasn’t looking at me initially, like he was focusing on something outside of the car. 
“Y/N, I ask you to hang out so much because I like hanging out with you.” He confessed. 
At my lack of words, he kept going and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Just... this is hard to say... but I-I feel like I made a mistake dating Ryujin.” He blurted. This definitely got my attention. 
“What??”
“Please let me finish.” The desperation in his eyes lulled me to listen. 
“We were a good couple at first, but the chemistry wasn’t there. We never clicked. We didn’t talk about the same things and we could never have a deep conversation. Everything we talked about was so surface level or about her problems. She was fun to be with and a great girl while it lasted, but it wasn’t like when we hung out, even when I was still dating Ryu, we got along better. 
We could talk about conspiracy theories and weird things in history like it was normal! You were always the first one I talked to when I read a new book or if I learned a cool fact. I could never do that with her and I hate that I just realized it after we broke up. And when I started to hang out with you.
It was always you all long, y/n. It was always you.” 
What on earth was going on right now? This isn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to fix this relationship-
“Ok, I see you’re kind of freaking out. And it’s freaking me out, please say something.” 
My leg wasn’t even shaking, that’s how numb I was at this conversation. 
“I-” my voice trailed off, like I couldn’t get the words out. 
“I have a lot to think about. I’m sorry, I can’t... I-” Tears filled my eyes. I didn’t know what was going on. This stuff never happened to me. Am I supposed to give an answer right away? That’s impossible! I need to talk to Ryujin first and maybe my brother and then just ignore the whole situation. 
“It’s fine, take as long as you need.” 
The drive back was silent, contrary to what it was before. I regret not taking my own car. I regret even hanging out with him in the first place. 
As soon as we got to my house, I got out.
“Thanks for the ride.” I mumbled, because I still had manners. 
“Hey y/n.” 
I paused and turned around, mortified of what he was to say next.
“I meant everything I said when I said it has always been you. I think.. I think if you think about our memories together, you’ll see that. 
I just.. I just needed you to know that.” 
I nodded slowly, unsure of what to say. 
Then he was gone.
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My first reaction was to eat my pain away, but I couldn’t even finish my banana. 
Ryujin would never forgive me for dating her ex boyfriend right? That’s girl code 101. Even if she did cheat on him. Or does that cancel out if she cheated? 
I downed a cup of water in anger. 
“Woah, slow down there, you don’t want to drown yourself.” I slammed the cup down and glared at my older brother.
“Chan, please. I’m not in the mood right now.” I tried stomping away from him, but he kept talking. Like always. 
“Uh oh, is it because of your boy? I can beat him up if you want.” I felt my cheeks turn red. 
“No! Don’t beat him up. And he’s not my boy. He’s Ryujin’s.” I muttered. 
“Wooo what? That’s a plot twist! Dad said he was completely smitten with you though. And Dad’s usually never wrong about boys and their feelings. He’s a therapist you know-” 
“I know who my father is, thank you very much! And, ugh, God, I can’t even.” I couldn’t even make it to my room before I collapsed on the floor. 
In the blink of an eye, Chan was sitting next to me. “Woah there, okay, this is some teenage angst I don’t know how to deal with anymore.” 
Anger rushed through my body at his words. And I’m not sure why. 
“Shut up! I don’t have teen angst! I don’t have any problems, ok? Just Ryujin cheated on this guy. And now I don’t know what to do!” 
Chan was silent for a moment, unusual for a person like him.
“What? What do you mean what do you do?” 
“I mean, how do I fix it?” 
Chan laughed. “Fix what?” 
“Fix their problems, are you not understanding what is going on here?” 
Chan stood up, then picked me up. I would usually struggle but he plopped my on the couch, so I was ok with him... for now.
“Y/n, it isn’t your job to fix other people’s problems. How about you focus on your own right now?” 
I peered down at my hands, embarrass to tell him what was going on in my life. I felt like such a trader. I helped my friend her whole life and suddenly, I was catching feels for her ex-boyfriend. 
I opened my mouth to speak, but I got cut off my a buzz in my pocket. Then I got like 10 more. I pulled my phone out and saw the texts from Ryujin.
‘i think i made a mistake’
‘i dont like jeongin that much anymore’
‘hes not a gentleman like hyunjin!! he doesnt even pull out my chair when i sit or open doors for me. plus jeongin is lowkey childish and he is always pulling pranks on me!’ 
‘tell me what 2 do?? how do i fix this?!!??!!?’
‘also my parents are fighting again and it’s sooooo irritating !!!!’
‘sos 911 aaahhhh’ 
“Who is it? What do they say?” Chan asked curiously. I shoved him away from reading my phone. 
“They’re from Ryujin. She’s already regretting dating Jeongin. The guy she cheated with Hyunjin on.” I wasn’t sure the sentence made sense, but Chan would understand.
Chan’s eyes widened. “Damn, dick move.” I gritted my teeth.
“And now, she misses Hyunjin. She says Jeongin doesn’t compare to Hyunjin who is nice and a gentleman. And her parents are fighting again. I got to go help.” I stood up to grab my keys, but Chan stopped me.
“Tell me why you were upset earlier.” 
His stern voice shook me. 
“Y/n, tell me.” 
Suddenly, my tears were unable to hide and fell freely onto my cheeks. Chan’s face didn’t soften, but he let go of my arm. 
“Tell-”
“Fine! Hyunjin told me he liked me. And that he regretted ever dating Ryujin.” 
I fell down on the couch while Chan held me close. He pet my head, like I did to Hyunjin earlier. I guess that was a good comforting tactic. 
“And now, Ryujin wants him back. What am I supposed to do?” I whispered. 
“Do you like him back?” 
I paused. 
Did I like him back? I wasn’t sure...
Chan patted my back and stood. “I’m gonna make us some lunch, sit here and think about it. And don’t you dare think about responding to those texts.” 
Hwang Hyunjin. 
We’ve been in school together since we were kids. We saw each other grow up. We were never close, but we wouldn’t be awkward if we were paired together in a project. 
He was always nice to me. He would remember my name contrary to all the boys in our grade. I faded into the background, especially when I became friends with Ryujin in the sixth grade. 
We were in acapella together and we were always in the same friend groups, especially when Ryujin and Hyunjin got closer. 
Everyone would yell and shout at us if we started talking about a book we just read or conspiracy theory we saw online. Or when we were both contemplating being vegan when we saw a deer get hit by a truck. 
He was the one who encouraged me to wear makeup even if Ryujin told me I was shit at it. He was the one who told me I could join acapella even if I was too shy to be on stage, because he was too. He was the one who dressed up as Harry Potter characters with me when no one else wanted to. He was the one I went to when I wanted to talk about the things I loved most. 
He was the one... He was the one all along. 
“Oh my god. It’s always been Hyunjin. Oh my god.” 
Chan set down a crappy sandwich in front of me, but I was on a mission. 
“You figure it out?” 
“Yes, yes I did! But what do I tell Ryujin?” 
Chan scoffed. “What do you tell Ryujin? She’s the one who cheated on him. And she’s always been a crappy friend to you.” I frowned. Ryujin wasn’t the best friend, but she was my best friend...  
“If she’s truly your best friend, she’ll forgive you for this. So go, go get your manz.” I cringed at his language. He was not as young as he thought. 
Then, I realized something. 
I looked at Chan who was just sitting on the couch, cheering me on. 
“Oh my god, you’re a side character in my story.”
The made him pause before he took a bit. “Uh, ok? Aren’t we all each other’s side characters? The protag will always be ourselves, dork. Now go!”
I ran out the door and checked my phone. Those can be dealt with later. Or right now. I’m not sure. Maybe at the same time. 
I jumped in my car and called Ryujin and put her on speaker. 
“Hello? Y/n?? Where have you been, I texted you like 20 minutes ago! I said SOS!” 
“Am I your best friend?” 
“W-what? Where is this coming from? Yes, of course you are-”
“Then you’ll forgive me for anything right?” 
She paused. 
“Maybe. I’m not sure, you’ve never really done anything wrong.”
I gulped. You can’t back down now.
“Is everything ok, y/n?”
“I have something to tell you. And you’re going to hate me for it.” 
“What?”
There was silence.
“What, y/n, seriously-”
“I have feelings for Hyunjin!” I shouted. 
Dead silence. I could hear the few cars driving in my neighborhood and kids laughing outside. The silence was terrifying.
“You what?” 
“I have feelings for Hyunjin. Your ex-boyfriend.” 
I heard shuffling on the other side. 
“Y-you can’t. He’s my ex-boyfriend. That’s breaking girl code, and I am not over him. What the hell, y/n?”
I felt tears fall from my eyes. This is not how I wanted this to go. But this is what I expected. 
“I’m sorry. But my whole life, I have been living for you. Ever since I met you. And this time, I have to do things for myself. I’m sorry but I- I want to be selfish and I want to make mistakes that you’re gonna have to decide if you forgive me for. 
I want to be the main character of my story right now.” 
“Y/n, wait-”
I hung up the phone. I couldn’t let her get in the way of me living for me. Even if it was selfish and bitchy. I need to make mistakes to grow. And I haven’t made many ground breaking mistakes in the past, but this one feels pretty good. 
I parked outside of Hyunjin’s house and ran up the steps. 
Before I could knock on my door, it opened revealing a disheveled Hyunjin. 
“You came.” 
I was shocked at his sudden appearance, but nodded. 
“I did, um, how did you get to the door so quickly?”
“I was waiting.” A cute blush danced across his face. 
How have I not seen him before? For how I truly feel about him?
For a minute, we didn’t know what to say. 
“I-”
“I-”
We laughed. 
“You first,” he said.
I cleared my throat. 
“Hyunjin, um, I’m not very good at speeches to declare my feelings. Most likely because I’ve suppressed them over the years and haven’t shown them to anybody. 
I’m dumb and stupid and now I’m selfish because I don’t care what anyone thinks right now because I realized that I am falling in love with you.” 
His eyes grew to the size of his hand at my words. 
“What?” 
I laughed nervously. 
“Um, I was .. I was talking to my brother. And I just realized that every moment in my life that I was insecure or unsure of something, you helped me through it. And when I just wanted to talk about something nerdy like a book or a poem that made me cry, I wanted to talk to you. 
It really has been you all along.” I whispered the last sentence, but I knew he heard it. 
He took my hands and wrapped them around his waist. 
“I’m falling in love with you too. I think I always have been a little, which sounds fucking up since I dated Ryujin. But I think we both knew we weren’t right for each other.” 
I nodded, feeling safe in his embrace. 
Then, I felt him hold my face and bent down to kiss me. His lips were soft and it felt like he was hesitant. Before I lost the courage, I pulled him closer. I could feel his smile across my lips. 
He made my heart flutter like I was reading a cute romance novel. 
Except I was in the romance novel now. 
And I was the protagonist. 
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Pulling Leaves Off Trees, Chapter 1: Been Through the Wringer a Couple Times (Multi) - Sportkuras
Summary:
c’est bon: damnnn
c’est bon: wait. jan isnt your apartment near shea’s
human girl: @jansport spill
Jan could feel her stomach drop as she looked at the message.
“Oh, goddamn it.”
Or: The girls try to survive college, and everything else that comes with almost being an adult.
A/N: my first fic here on artificialqueens! i noticed that arent many college au’s and group chat fics of the s12 cast so i let myself be self-indulgent for once!! its unbeta’d so apologies lmao but you can talk to me here and you can find the ao3 link here! comment if you’d like!
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Jan started her morning like almost every college student in their third year would: to be woken up by their alarm after a night of heavy drinking. She woke up with a start and groaned as Chromatica II started blaring from her phone, blindly reaching for it on her nightstand and peering at the time.
Damn. One in the afternoon, huh?
“Thank god I don’t have class today.” The blonde muttered as she checked her notifications: 7 from Twitter, 3 from Insta, and 1 from their group chat. She sat up from her bed and scrolled through the chat, trying to quell her pounding headache.
Bon Voy
Members: jaidaessencehall, heidininacloset, jansport, jackiecox, gigigoode, crystalmethyd, britafilter, dahliasin, nickydoll, aidenzhane, and widowvondu
lebron essence ball: okay so
lebron essence ball: me and shea are at the library rn and she’s complaining to me abt how she couldnt sleep right
lebron essence ball: and chile….it was bc someone was getting RAILED last night lmaooo
lebron essence ball: she said, and i quote, “the bitch had such a good time even I’M jealous”
c’est bon: damnnn
c’est bon:wait. jan isnt your apartment near shea’s
human girl: @jansport spill
human girl: also
human girl: feels weird that we didn’t start this day with a good morning announcement from jan
c’est bon: the vibes were off 😞
Jan could feel her stomach drop as she looked at the message, “Oh, goddamn it.” She’s now acutely aware of their apartment door opening and Rock’s footsteps padding from outside her room, most likely just coming home from her class. She suddenly remembered exactly what happened last night; most especially memories of what happened between her and her roommate . Memories of them being drunk as hell, coming back to their apartment from god knows how many bars, going to Jan’s room giggling like teenagers on a sleepover and well. You know.
Jan checked her phone again.
lebron essence ball: jannette….would you happen to know who was the lucky gal? 👀
backpack backpack: good morning to you too gigi 🙄
human girl: *Afternoon, actually
human girl: Now spill! I know you know almost everyone on that floor.
She pinched the bridge of her nose. How in the hell was she gonna say that her and Rock got drunk and hooked up as casually as possible? She could lie, but Jaida, Brita and Widow could smell bullshit coming from a mile away, and she’s a horrible liar. They’d know she was bluffing.
Might as well get it over it. She let out a sigh as she typed out a message, hoping that it was only Jaida, Nicky and Gigi who were online.
backpack backpack: haha yeah so um
backpack backpack: that was me & rock actually
Even though no one could see her, Jan hid her face behind her hands, bracing for the worst. Several dings!  had come from her phone as soon as she sent the message. Of course it wasn’t only Jaida, Nicky and Gigi who were online.
cox destroyers: Oh my god.
Jan’s eyes widened when she saw Jackie reply, although she’s not quite sure why she was panicking about Jackie knowing about her hook up with Rock in the first place. All she knows is that she’s gonna have to face Jackie (and everyone else, for that matter,) later.
sin city: ohhh bitch—
c’est bon: you and ROCK???
dom top: !!!
dom top: idk who Rock is but get it sister
backpack backpack: Thank you! Thank you, Heidi. It’s like you’re the only one who’s not acting weird right now.
c’est bon: lmao heidi
c’est bon: she’s jans roommate
human girl: Janice Elizabeth Sport.
von du for two: not this shit again i swear to god
tap water: Jan.
tap water: You know that I love you
tap water: BUT WILL YOU PLEASE STOP SLEEPING WITH YOUR ROOMMATES
Jan rolled her eyes at the messages, wanting the ‘news’ to be over as soon as possible. “And they say I’m the dramatic one.” She huffed as she quickly typed on her phone again.
backpack backpack: okay can y’all chill 🙄
backpack backpack: we just got drunk and slept together, that’s all.
backpack backpack: tell shea im sorry though xxxx @jaidaessencehall
lebron essence ball: bitch you know it ain’t about having a drunk hookup with someone
lebron essence ball: its about the fact that you banged your roommate AGAIN
backpack backpack: oh COME ON
backpack backpack: this was just the second time!!
backpack backpack: and lemon’s with priyanka now!!!
von du for two: girl you & lemon were fucking almost every week i can’t with u
von du for two: going at it like rabbits while we were outside your apartment getting ready to watch glee :/
tap water: and, frankly, i don’t want to come up to your apartment to run lines with you if i have to hear y’all fooling around. my good, christian ears have heard enough.
She felt her face heat up in embarrassment.
backpack backpack: oh my god can you guys please shut up!!!!
backpack backpack: it’s not gonna happen again bc it was a one time thing
backpack backpack: i promise
human girl: [dwayne the rock johnson voice] are you sure about that?
backpack backpack: yes georgina goode i am 100% sure
Jan bit her lip as she looked up at the door to her room. Okay, she’s not 100% sure, but not because she regretted it or anything. As much as her brain was allowing her to remember, last night was good. Great, even. But between auditions, college, and working in the café, her love life (or lack thereof) is on pause for now. Besides, it’s not like anyone has been actively pursuing her, or vice versa.
But it wouldn’t hurt to ask Rock, right?
Sighing in defeat, Jan quickly got up from her bed with her phone still in her hand (as much as her hangover allowed her), left her room and knocked on her roommates door, hoping that she wasn’t busy. She heard a faint “come in!” from the other side and opened the door softly.
“Hey, roomie.” She joked.
Rock looked up from her drawing tablet and slipped off the headphones from her ears. “Glad to see you’re finally awake, and here I thought you were a morning person.” Rock’s room was a mess of color and paraphernalia; while Jan’s was strictly purple, pop culture, and musical theater, hers was an array of figurines and albums on the shelves, kpop & anime posters tacked on the wall behind her bed reaching up to the ceiling, and a somewhat decent gaming setup in the corner of her room. Crystal and Nicky would be proud.
Jan rolled her eyes, “Yeah, well, last night was something,” She slightly cleared her throat at the mention of last night. “Also, about last night…”
Rock raised her brow, “Go on?”
“It was a one time thing, right?” Jan furrowed her brows in question, “I mean, last night was amazing , as much my brain is allowing me to remember. And you’re hot, so, I’m not complaining. Really dig the anime e-girl vibe, and I’m sure anyone would tap that ass! I mean, I did, but I’m just—”
“—Not looking for anything right now?” Rock cut her off, saving Jan from turning into a hungover, rambling mess.
She let out a sigh of relief, sitting on her roommates bed and putting her phone down, “Yeah, doll. Just been really busy right now, y’know? 3rd year isn’t a joke.”
The pink-haired girl let out a snort, “Oh, I know the feeling. And don’t worry, I wasn’t looking for anything either, and while last night was fun,” She looked at her pointedly, and Jan was calm enough to actually smirk at the incident between the two, “I’d much rather have you as my friend than as my fuck buddy, because you are loud , girl!”
Jan shrieked at that, “Oh my god, shut up!” She threw a pillow at Rock’s head while the girl let out a cackle, “My friends were on my ass about that too, some friends they are.”
“Wait, you told your friends about that? Aren’t you friends with Nicky?”
Jan huffed, “Mama, more like I was forced to tell them. Jaida’s friend, Shea—whose apartment is next to ours, by the way—was complaining to her about how she couldn’t sleep last night because of, um, my tendency to be vocal.”
“You’re welcome, by the way.”
“Rotted bitch!” Jan threw another pillow at Rock, this time missing because the girl was doubled over in laughter, “I can’t believe you! The disrespect, really. I shouldn’t be taking this from you, I still have a shift to do at 3.”
“But you took it from me real good last night, so,” this time Rock shielded her face as Jan threw pillow after pillow at her, trying to speak through her laughter, “Okay, okay! I give, I give! I’m sorry, mom!”
“Bitch! I can be a top if I want to!” Jan exclaimed in mock offense. As their laughter subsided, the blonde suddenly had an idea, “Oh! What if I invite you over for dinner?”
Rock smirked, “One: we’re roommates. It’s not really inviting me to dinner if we eat in the same room. And two: I thought you said you weren’t looking for anything?”
“I mean dinner with my friends, gorg. All 11 of us eat together at least once a week, this time we’re gonna crash at Heidi, Jaida and Brita’s. Maybe you wanna come and meet them? I know you and Nicky know each other somehow, so it wouldn’t be too awkward, right?”
“Introducing me to the family already? Ain’t that a bit too early for you, Ms. Sport?”
“More like introducing you to a bunch of kindergartners,” Jan muttered as she checked her phone for any new notifications, “But yeah, I want them to know you as my roommate and friend , not as my roommate who I slept with.”
Bon Voy
dom top: okay so jans sex life aside
dom top: y’all are still coming over tonight?
sin city: yes girl!! college sucks ass sm i need to eat my feelings
c’est bon: wouldn’t miss it for the world mon ami xoxo
cox destroyer: I’m gonna be a little late! I just have to return and borrow some stuff in the library.
human girl: can we please order pizza hut <3
lebron essence hall: no <3
von du for two: we are going to order dominoes like civilized people
human girl: ugh fine, all of you have 0 taste
human girl: crys said yes btw she just has class right now
tap water: aiden said she’s gonna come too, she just can’t message the chat bc she’s still in her shift
Jan grinned at Brita’s message, finally getting the chance to steer the conversation away from her.
backpack backpack: So if she can’t message the chat because of her shift, why’s she messaging you, miss brittany filter?? 👀
Jan can feel Brita’s eye roll from miles away.
tap water: She speaks!
tap water: And don’t act like this conversation isn’t over, Miss Janice Sport. You have a lot of explaining to do.
“So, are ya gonna introduce me as your forbidden, but passionate lover? Whose romance was short-lived, yet wild, fiery and unforgettable?”
Now it was Jan’s turn to let out a cackle as she left Rock’s room, “More like my chaotic mess of a roommate who farted herself awake!”
This time it was Rock’s turn to gasp in offense, “That was one time and you fucking know it! And my answer is yes, by the way!”
Jan sent a message to the chat before grabbing her towel and putting her phone away to take a shower.
backpack backpack: oh btw i’m inviting rock to hang out with us!!! I promise she’s super fun and that we’re just roommates and see y’all soon please dont kill me or make it awkward with rock xxxx
tap water: are you
tap water: kidding me.
von du for two: oh for the love of GOD
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HI MAHM IM ACTUALLY SENDING A REAL REQUEST PROMPT INSTEAD OF SCREAMING VAGUE IDEAS AT YOU!!! LOVE U! I have constant nightmares and I’ve always had someone to cuddle with. Now, I realize we’re not on that level but you’re only one here and I’m really scared to go to sleep
(CHILD I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY CUZ THIS GOT RIDICULOUSLY OUT OF HAND!!! I HAD TO GIVE A LEGIT TITLE AND SHIT BECAUSE IT GOT SO LONG UUUGGHHHH! haha! but thank you so much for sending it in i hope you like it!!!!
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Bright Smiles and Tired Eyes
Finding a roommate had been… moredifficult, than anticipated. Geralt wasn’t sure why he was surprised, peopledidn’t want to room with him for the same reasons no one wanted to give himwork. Witcher’s were… disliked, to say the least. Yennefer had helped him putan ad together, his had been… short winded. She’d worked her magic, no punintended, and wrote him an ad that was at least promising. She’d refused allhis grumblings about her just moving in with him, to help him out. She refusedto live with ex’s, even if they were still very good friends. The ad helped.His appearance and… profession, did not.
He’d met withseveral people already. At least ten, maybe more, he’d lost count and wasgetting tired. Tired of people coming into the small shop and sitting in frontof him, reeking of fear. Tired of people seeing him and turning right aroundagain to march out the door, not even giving him the curtesy of a ‘no thankyou’. Tired of being gawked at, and refused, and glared at. He’d been spit ononce and had put his fingers through the edge of the table, gripping ittightly, instead of putting his fist through their head. He liked the girl whoran this shop, she was nice, sweet, and she wasn’t afraid him. She was alsodating Yennefer and he didn’t want to get on, either, of their bad sides, bystarting, and finishing, a fight.
It had beenthree weeks, if he didn’t find a new tenant soon, he’d have to move, and thatwould just be worse, he’d never find another place that would give space to awitcher. He moved his finger in small circles on the table top, looking up whenhe heard the bell on the door chime. The man who walked through was… not human.Not entirely at least, there was a very strong other smell to him.Geralt couldn’t pin it down though, it was buried under the scent of hiscologne, and something else that smelled like… cinnamon. His hair was spikedinto a bright blue mohawk, tattoos were scattered across the skin that Geraltcould see, his flannel stopped at his elbows. There were piercings too, Geraltcould see them catching the light as he moved to the counter and ordered acoffee, something sickeningly sweet.
Geralt watchedRenfri make the order and hand it to the man with a smile. He nodded his thanksand then turned gracefully, his eyes, bright as fire in the night, scanned theroom. His shinning eyes landed on Geralt and he nodded, Geralt wasn’t sure ifhe was nodding at him or to himself so he sat still, his eyes going back to thetable top. He heard the man approach slowly.
“Geralt? Thatyou? From the ad?” his voice was like honey and Geralt’s stomach dropped. Helooked up at the man and nodded. He smiled down at him in return, and pointedat the seat across from Geralt, his eyebrows arched in question. Geralt noddedagain. He sat.
“So umm… I feellike I should maybe open with the fact that I’m not human. And uh… clearly,you’re… a witcher. So if me being… not human, isn’t okay for you, I can go. Ijust-“ his hands were fiddling nervously next to his coffee cup.
“I just wantedto be honest up front. And not just because I’m worried you’ll kill me.” Helaughed, awkwardly, cleared his throat, and took a very large swig of hiscoffee. Geralt watched him, watched his fingers wrap around the cup, his eyesmoving over the music notes tattooed across his knuckles. He let the man sethis coffee back down before he spoke.
“I’m not goingto kill you.” Geralt said, picking up his own cup, bringing it to his lips.
“Yet.” He saidand took a drink, trying not to smirk as the man squirmed in his seat beforesmiling softly, catching the joke. And that… was new. The man nodded, hismohawk not moving at all on his head, Geralt eyed it and then moved his eyesback to his face, he was wearing eyeliner, like those eyes needed any help standingout, and there were two lip rings shining against his bottom lip, more scatteredin his ears. Geralt watched him take another sip of his coffee and thought hesaw a tongue ring too as the man’s tongue ran quickly over his lip.
“So what areyou? If you don’t mind me asking.” Geralt laced his fingers together on thetable and watched the man in front of him. His cheeks reddened, and there wassomething in his eyes. Geralt thought it looked suspiciously like shame.
“Uh… A uh.. asiren. Well half of one, anyway. On my mother’s side. And I don’t- I don’t useit. The- the siren thing. It’s just- it’s just sort of there. I don’t use it onpeople, that would be…bad.” He finished lamely. His hands clasped together onthe table, tightly, the scent of shame pouring off of him in waves. He wasstaring at the table, and for the first time since he’d seen the man, the scentof fear hit Geralt’s senses. Geralt stared at him, looked at him for a verylong time, he knew that look, and he knew that smell. It wasn’t just fear. Orshame. It was both, dancing together across the man’s skin. He wasn’t afraid ofGeralt, not the way he probably should have been, he was afraid of Geralt’s reaction.No doubt trained to be frightened of it through past experiences. Geralt feltan odd urge to reach out and comfort the man, he frowned and shoved the urgedeep.
This man, whowasn’t just a man, was sitting in front of him, not afraid of the witcherin front of him, but afraid that the person in front of him, would hatehim. Hate him solely for what he was, despite not knowing him, just knowing whathe was. Geralt looked at him, and knew that feeling well.
“What’s you’rename?”  The man’s eyes shot up from thetable, he stared at him, blue eyes shining. Geralt raised his eyebrows, andwaited.
“Ah! Um,Jaskier. I’m Jaskier.” He reached his hand out, clearly an instinct, his eyesflashing with worry immediately as his hand crossed into Geralt’s space. Geraltlowered his eyes to the hand extended to him, he watched it move back, thesmallest amount, an unsure movement that was, somehow, endearing. He moved hishand up and placed in the hand that was offered, the man, Jaskier, smiled athim, and they shook.
“Geralt.”Jaskier smiled again, dropping his hand back on the table, fingers tap out asmall rhythm.
“The room’syours if you want it.” Geralt knew this was probably a bad idea. And he knewmore, that Yennefer was going to yell at him, call him irresponsible, and, mostlikely, a great many other thing. But as sat here, looking across the table atthe shining blue eyes of this shame filled siren, he knew he’d let her call himwhatever she liked.
“Really? Are yousure? I mean, if you’re at all uncomfortable- I don’t want to impose oranything or- or get in your way. Or get you in… trouble. With the…witcher…people.” He narrowed his eyes, obviously knowing he sounded like anidiot as the words staggered out of his mouth. Geralt took a sip of coffee tohide his smirk, at least he knew he sounded ridiculous.
“The… Witcherpeople, will be fine. And I’m sure.” He slipped his fingers into his pocket andslid the small business card across the table.
“That’s theaddress, you can move in as soon as you want. Do you need any help?” He wasn’tsure why he’d asked that. He’d never offered his help to anyone before, well,to an extent. He’d offered to kill monsters, but never to help someone move. Hedidn’t even have a truck, or a car, no vehicle to help move anything. Hefurrowed his brow, mainly at himself.
“Oh no, I’malright. I don’t have much.” He slid his hand across the table top, pulling thecard to him, it disappeared from his fingers before Geralt’s eyes and he foundhimself wondering for the first time if Jaskier was maybe something other thanjust half a siren.
“But thank you.”His voice was soft. He drummed his fingers for a moment, filling the silencespreading between them, and then slowly stood up. He waved, took a couple stepsand then turned around again.
“Seriously thankyou. I’ve been looking for a place for ages. No one- no one seemed to want togive me a chance.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, eyes glancing between thefloor and Geralt. Geralt nodded and felt his lips move into a small smile.
“I know thefeeling. See you soon Jaskier.” The man, Jaskier, smiled down at him, nodded,and turned to leave again. Geralt watched him go, watching the graceful way hewalked despite the clunky combat boots on his feet. Geralt couldn’t stop hiseyes moving slowly up the man’s back, the black skinny jeans hugging his legsand hips snuggly, there was red bandana peeking out from under the blue andback flannel that covered his ass and hung nicely on his broad shoulders. Hewatched Jaskier pull the door open, he spun on his heel, giving Geralt a smallwave. Geralt raised his hand in return and watched Jaskier disappear down thestreet. He looked back to his coffee, took a sip, and wished he’d asked forsomething with cinnamon.
“Well he seemednice.” Geralt jumped as Renfri threw herself into the seat Jaskier had leftempty. She stared him down, chin resting on her hands, a smile on her lips anda knowing look in her eyes.
“Shut upRenfri.” He grunted, pushing himself out of his seat and walking out the door.
 ~*~
He moves in twodays later. And he was right when he said he didn’t have much. He brought abed, a small dresser, one duffle bag of clothing, and two instruments. A guitarstrapped to his back, and a keyboard hung over his shoulder. Geralt helped himwith the bed and the dresser, the delivery men had just dropped them on thesidewalk. Jaskier had knocked on his door looking sheepish. Geralt brushed itoff and easily carried his things in for him, helping him set his room up theway he wanted it. The room was spacious, Geralt lived in a good-sized loft, andJaskier’s few items made it seem, achingly empty.
Geralt left himto his own devices after they got his things settled, letting Jaskier wanderaround the apartment, looking things over, his fingers drumming against histhigh, he was clearly forcing himself not to reach out and touch everything insight.
“You can touchthings if you want. It’s not a museum.” Geralt smirked when Jaskier jumped, butsmiled when the musician smiled at him and turned back to the bookshelf he waswalking by slowly, his hand immediately reaching out, fingers brushing overeach title gently, Geralt noted that his nails were painted black. The smilestayed on his face as he looked through the books.
“I didn’trealize I was moving into a library.” Jaskier called over his shoulder, hismohawk was green today, a dark emerald color, it only served to make his eyeseven more vibrant.
“You can readthem if you want. What’s mine is yours.” Geralt waved his hand toward thebookcase as he stepped into the kitchen, shoving his sleeves up his arms.
“Is that so?” hecould hear the insinuation laced in Jaskier’s voice and froze. He turned tolook at him, Jaskier was leaning against the bookcase, book open in his hands,one foot tucked over the other, his flannel was red today. He must have feltGeralt staring, he looked up from the book, eyes wide, inquisitive.
“What?” heasked, his face a mask of innocence. Geralt actually couldn’t tell, if it was amask or not.
“Nothing.Sorry.” He shook his head and continued into the kitchen, his shouldersrolling, trying to move the tension out.
“You hungry?” hecalled, opening the fridge.
“I could eat.” Hisvoice sounds, far away. Geralt glances past the fridge door and sees him stillstanding there, nose in the book, his eyes darting back and forth over thepage. Geralt starts grabbing things out the fridge, sets them on the counter.
“You likepasta?” he asks, watching him stand there and read.
“Hmm?” he hums,not listening at all. Geralt smiles then, really smiles, and turns to hide it.
“You can sit onthe couch you know? You don’t have stand.” Geralt grabs pots and pans andspoons and all the things he’ll need.
“What? Oh.Thanks yeah. Hey did you say something about pasta?” Jaskier’s voice getslouder as he walks toward the kitchen, he throws himself onto one of the stoolsat the island, Geralt glances back at him and he freezes.
“Am I gonna bein the way here?” he points at the marble island top where he’s set his bookdown. Geralt shakes his head and continues working.
“Do you… wanthelp?” Geralt can feel him leaning to the side, trying to see what Geralt’sdoing.
“You know how tomake pasta?”
“Well thatdepends.” He hears Jaskier flop the book over, keeping his place.
“On what?”Geralt turns then, leaning back against the counter, crossing his arms over hischest.
“Is it pastafrom a box? And sauce from a jar? Or is it like, pasta pasta? And homemadesauce?” Jaskier is smiling at him, not a bright smile, a soft smile, just tiltingthe corners of his lips a little.
“Which one canyou make?” Geralt asks, trying hard not to return the smile, his resolves slipsa little when Jaskier leans back on the barstool and grins.
“You lookat me, and tell me which one you think I can make.” He flattens his handover his chest, his palm covering the design of the band shirt he’s wearingunder his flannel. Geralt snorts.
“Box pasta. Allthe way.” He shakes his head and turns back to the counter, his cheeks burningat the look in Jaskier’s eyes.
“Wooow! Unbelievable.Ye of little faith!” his voice is full of drama, and humor, and happiness. Itmakes Geralt’s skin tingle. Without his permission he turns back to Jaskier,body moving on its own.
“So you can makereal pasta then?” Geralt looks at him, one eyebrow cocked high. Jaskier looksat him, smiling still, brightly this time, his tongue running over his bottomlip, teeth coming down to pull the lip between it, his lip rings making smallsounds against his teeth. He doesn’t hold the stare long before he’s snorting.
“Oh fuck no.Look at me. I’ve been eating SpaghettiOs out of a can for three months. Thebest thing I can make is grilled cheese.” He flips the book back over, thatmaddening smile still on his lips.
“But it isa mean grilled cheese. Add some tomato soup on the side and it’s a gourmet mealfor me.” He glances up at Geralt quickly and then back to the book, his smilefalling slowly as he gets pulled back in by the words on the pages in front ofhim. Geralt watches him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes for the firsttime. He has them hidden so well with his eyeliner that if you’re not lookingclosely you miss them. Geralt supposes that that is the point. He sighs andbegins cooking. Jaskier reading at the counter, the small noises of, him,a comfort in the normally silent apartment.
“I forgot tomention I was a musician. I hope that’s not a problem. I mean, I figured you’dhave said something earlier than now, like when you saw the guitar, but youalso sort of seem like the kind of person to not want to say much. Even if youreally really wanna say something. So I thought I’d bring it up incaseit’s an issue for you. But I do have headphones, so I won’t be like, having jamsessions or anything did you really make those noodles that’s insane, that youcan do that.” Geralt jumped at the sudden talking, and raised his eyebrows atthe sudden onslaught of words coming from the man behind him. He turned to lookat him and found the book he’d been reading closed and pushed to the side, hefelt his cheeks heat up at the thought that Jaskier had possibly been watchinghim for some time.
“Can you havejam sessions with an acoustic guitar and a keyboard?” Geralt smirked at him,Jaskier rested his chin on his hands and looked at him.
“I’ve had jamsessions with less.” He quirked an eyebrow at Geralt, challenging him.
“Hmm?” hehummed, crossing his arms over his chest again, the noodles boiling behind him.
“I have! I oncehad a session with nothing but a metal spoon, a bucket, and half a tambourine.”He dropped his hands onto the counter and smiled again. Geralt huffed, all thisguy did was fucking smile. And the worst part was, it was warm, and infectious,and fucking genuine.
“Half atambourine.” Geralt mused, turning away again, stirring the noodles and thesauce before walking to the pantry. He pulled out a loaf of bread and heardJaskier gasp.
“Are you aboutto make actual garlic bread with that fancy Aladdin bread right there?”his hands were flat on the island top now, slender fingers splayed out in frontof him. Geralt paused and looked at him.
“Aladdin bread?”he repeated back to him. Jaskier nodded excitedly, hopping off the barstool andwalking around to where Geralt was standing, moving into his space slowly andtaking the bread from him gently.
“Yeah! Aladdinbread, like in Aladdin, at the beginning when he’s stealing bread and running fromthe guards with Abu and it’s a perfect little loaf like this one?” Jaskier doesa twirl, spinning easily in the small space and brandishing the loaf of breadlike a sword, the end level with Geralt’s chest, the exact spot someone wouldshove a knife to strike his heart. Jaskier was still smiling, wiggling hiseyebrows at him. Cheeky. Geralt brough his hand up the bread, curling is fingersaround the loaf.
“Right. And, inthis situation.” Geralt stepped closer, pressing into Jaskier’s space the wayhe’d done to him. He watched Jaskier swallow roughly, eyes wide, nodding forGeralt to continue.
“Are youAladdin. Or the monkey?” his voice was dry, he pulled the bread from Jaskier’sgrip easily, poking him in the chest gently to guild him out of the way.Jaskier squawked, mock offence filling his voice as he held his hands up insurrender and backed away, letting Geralt push him out of his space. He settledon the barstool once more and continued to watch Geralt cook.
Geralt was usedto being stared at. People stared at him all the time. This was differentthough. This stare wasn’t… hateful. It was… curious. Jaskier watched him witheyes full of curiosity, tracking his movements like a cat tracking a birdthrough a window. Geralt could feel his gaze on his back, eyes moving over hisbody, and for the first time, in a long time, he didn’t feel threatened by it.Or objectified by it, though Jaskier was no doubt looking at him… in that way.Geralt could smell it on him, he could smell how… appreciative, Jaskier was. Herolled his shoulders as he began mixing the garlic for the bread and heardJaskier sigh behind him, a small thing, barely there.
He glanced overhis shoulder, the feel of Jaskier’s eyes on him gone now, and saw the man hadrested his head on his arms. Geralt knew he wasn’t sleeping, his heart beatingat a regular pace behind his ribs. Geralt lips twitched again and he shook hishead, finishing the garlic mix and brushing it onto the bread. He popped it inthe oven and waited, resting against the counter, and letting his eyes fall tothe musician half asleep on his island. His green mohawk was scrunched againsthis arm, his eyes moving behind his eyelids, fingers twitching where theyrested on his arm.
Geralt couldhear his heartbeat slowing as sleep tried to take him. His eyes moving fasterand faster behind his eye lids. Geralt was sure he was nearly asleep now, hisheart beating slower and slower. And then he flinched. His whole body jumpingas he sat up, blinking hard at the bright lights in the kitchen, Geralt turnedaway quickly. He watched Jaskier’s reflection in the window on the stove. Herubbed at his eyes and pulled the book closer to him, flipping through it untilhe found his place. He rested his chin in his palm and began reading, his tiredeyes moving slowly, blinking hard a few more times. Geralt felt a tug deep inhis chest, his fingers itching at his side, and then he jumped himself when thetimer on the oven began to ding.
 ~*~
 Jaskier doesn’tsleep. At least he hasn’t. Not for the week he’s been around. Unless he sleepswhen Geralt is gone. Which is possible. But the dark circles under his eyes getdarker every day. And Geralt hasn’t known him that long, but he’s starting toworry. He lays down that night, barely sleeping himself most nights, and helistens.
He’d toldJaskier he wouldn’t be home until late. And then he’d gotten home early. He gotcleaned up, took a shower, peaked through the crack in Jaskier’s door and sawhim sitting at his keyboard, headphones draped over his neck, his fingersmoving nimbly over the keys. Geralt stared for a moment longer and headed tohis room. He threw himself onto his bed, his body tired, the job hadn’t beenterrible. Just chasing off a few rowdy young werewolves. They’d barely put up afight before running off back home. But the small fight had left him aching,getting throw into walls would do that. He laid in the dark, listening to thesmall sounds coming from across the hall.
And then Jaskierstarted singing.
He realized he’dmade a mistake immediately. The sound of Jaskier’s voice immediately making hishead fuzzy. He pushed himself out bed with a grunt. His feet stumbling beneathhim as the haunting voice filled the halls of their apartment. He used everyounce of energy inside himself to shove his body through his bedroom door. Hetook two steps and had to brace himself against the wall, his head wasswimming, his ears ringing, Jaskier’s voice filling his ears and pulling himunder. He made it another step before he fell, his body falling into Jaskier’sdoor and then slamming to the floor as the door swung open, hard, knocking intothe wall. Jaskier’s voice caught in his throat as he jumped out of his chairand stumbled backwards, hands flailing as he looked toward the door with wideeyes. Geralt laid on the floor, still unable to move his body properly.
“Oh fuck.Geralt! Shit no no no, you aren’t supposed to be home why are you hear?” hesounded panicked as he ran over to Geralt, falling to his knees next to him,his hands hovering just over Geralt’s body.
“Shit. Fuck I’mso sorry.” His voice was small. The cheer and happiness usually tinting hiswords was gone now, completely.
“Geralt. Fuck.”His hands finally settled on his own knees, moving up and down his thighs, theair around him was thick with worry.
“M’fineJaskier.” Geralt mumbled as best he could, his cheek pressed roughly againstthe floor.
“No. You’re not.Look at you. I- oh hang on!” his hands flailed again as pushed himself off thefloor, across the room in seconds, digging through his dresser for something.He made a small sound when he found it, and was back in front of Geralt inseconds. His slim fingers wrapped around something small and brown, both handsholding it, he brought it close to Geralt’s face and snapped it in half.Cinnamon filled his senses, his head cleared almost immediately. He grunted andpushed himself to his knees, noting how Jaskier scrambled backwards, movingaway from him.
“I’m- I should-I should leave.” Jaskier’s voice was shaky, barely even a whisper in the silentroom. Geralt picked up the broken pieces of the cinnamon stick Jaskier hadsnapped in front of him, holding them in his hand.
“Cinnamon.” Hesaid, maybe a little dumbly. He looks up at Jaskier then, and what he seesmakes his heart drop into his stomach. Jaskier had moved as far away from himas possible, his arms wrapped around himself, fingers digging into his ribswhere he clutched at himself. There were tears falling down his cheeks as hestared at the ground. He looked impossibly small. Geralt pushed himself to hisfeet.
“It’s okay Jas-“
“No it isn’t!”he almost screamed it, his voice rising louder than Geralt had ever heard it.Jaskier sunk to the floor. His arms pulling his knees close to his chest assobs fell from his mouth. Geralt crept closer, clenching his fists at his sidesas Jaskier hid his face against his knees. He crouched down next to him, hishand reaching out slowly to touch his shoulder. Jaskier flinched, but Geraltleft his hand there, refusing to move it.
“You didn’t doit on purpose.” He soothed, his thumb moving in small circles.
“It was anaccident.”
Jaskier snortedhumorlessly and looked up at Geralt, eyes full of self-loathing.
“It’s alwaysan accident.” He says, voice thick with, something.
“I can’t fuckingcontrol it. And I- I could have hurt you.” The tears fall down his face likerain on a window. He bites his lip and sniffles, pulling the sleeve of hisshirt down over his hand and wiping at nose.
“But you didn’t.I should have told you I was home. I saw you didn’t have your headphones on.”His hand moves off Jaskier’s shoulder as he stands, keeping himself pressedagainst the wall.
“You’re tryingto make this your fault?” Jaskier scoffs.
“It’s at least alittle my fault.” Geralt says, taking a few steps back, giving Jaskier someroom. He smiles at him then, trying to show Jaskier that he really doesn’tblame him. It wasn’t Jaskier’s fault. They had an agreement. The only timeJaskier would sing out loud was when Geralt wasn’t home. And he wasn’t supposedto be home. And he hadn’t let Jaskier know he was in the house. Sure, Jaskiershould have heard him, but he had been writing music, and Jaskier rarely hearsanything when he’s writing music, or listening to music, or playing music, andreading books. He gets lost in his head so easily. So yes, Geralt didn’t justthink it was his fault, he knew it was.
“I should havelet you know I was home. That was the deal. I broke it. It’s my fault.” Helooked at Jaskier pointedly, kept his eyes on him until Jaskier finally lookedup from the floor. His eyes shining with tears.
“It’s okay.Okay?” Jaskier pulled his lip between his teeth and nodded. Geralt nodded backand stepped further away. He watched Jaskier for a moment, watched his handsfinally fall to his sides, watched him all but collapse onto his bed, sittingon the edge picking a hole in the knee of his jeans. Geralt walked out to thekitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. He peaked back intoJaskier’s room, he was laying on the bed now, arm draped over his eyes.
“Hey.” Geraltcalled quietly. Jaskier peeked at him from under his arm, Geralt tossed thebottle to him, he caught it easily.
“Thanks.” Wasall he got in return, Jaskier’s voice still small.
“Get some rest.”Geralt said, trying his best to smile again, and pulled the door closed. Hewatched the line of light under the door until it went dark and went back tohis room, hoping that Jaskier would actually get to sleep.
He’d just aboutdrifted off himself when heard the screams. He sat bolt upright, his handsfisting in front of him, ready for a fight. The screams stopped and he realizedit was Jaskier. Across the hall. Screaming in his sleep. He focused hishearing, reaching out in the dark. Jaskier’s heart was racing, Geralt couldhear him whimpering now. Another shout rang out through the dark and he heardJaskier flail in his bed, and then heard a thud as he fell out of it. He heardJaskier struggle to get untangled from his sheets, and then heard him pad downthe hall to the bathroom.
He heard Jaskierclimb into the shower, even heard him crying under the downpour of water. Helistened to him get dressed and then heard him pacing. He walked to Geralt’sdoor four times. Stopping in front it, pausing, and then going back to hisroom. His hand had even touched the doorknob at least twice. Geralt waited forhim to pace back, waited for him to stop in front if his door, and then calledout to him.
“Come in.”
He heard Jaskiergasp. But the door opened, Jaskier shuffled into the room, his pajamas hungloose on him, baggy pajama pants barely hanging onto his hips. He looked smallagain and Geralt wondered how he did that, went from looking as tall as Geralt,all broad shoulders and long legs, to looking like someone Geralt could put inhis pocket. He stood in the dim ray of light from the hall, rubbing at the backof his neck.
“Are youalright?” he asked, not moving from the bed, pushing Jaskier to says something,for fear that if he didn’t, Jaskier would just stand there all night, sayingnothing.
“N- no. No notreally. And um… I’m gonna ask you something. And it might sound odd. And youcan say no!” he hurried to add, his hands held out in front of him.
“Just ask.”Geralt grunted.
“Can I um… Can Isleep in here with you?” he asked, Geralt said nothing, sensing he was going tosay more, his own heart began beating loudly in his ears.
“It’s just that.I uh… I have these dreams. Well, they’re not dreams really. Nightmares. Iguess, is what they are. They’re nightmares. And uh,” he sighed, pushing hishand through his hair, Geralt just now noticing the his spiked up mohawk wassoft from his shower, he could a slight curl to his hair.
“I um… I usuallyhave… someone to… someone to sleep with. It- it helps. Having some one to- justhaving someone… to-“ he cut off, his eyes on the ground, Geralt could smell theembarrassment coming off him, he rubbed his hand over his face.
“To hold you?”Geralt prompted. Jaskier’s eyes snapped up from the floor, meeting Geralt’s inthe dark. He swallowed hard and nodded.
“It helps. Makesme feel safe.” He was worrying his pajama pants between his fingers.
“I know it’sweird. I just thought I’d ask, I didn’t mean to-“
“Come here.”Geralt waved him over, lying back on the bed, pulling the sheet up ininvitation. Jaskier swallowed hard and shuffled forward. He climbed in next toGeralt slowly, laying stiffly next to him. Geralt snorted and moved closer tohim.
“Getcomfortable.” He moved his fingers to Jaskier’s arm and felt him shiver at thetouch.
“You’re sure?Like really sure cuz I get a bit… clingy.” He pushed himself up onto his elbowand looked down at Geralt, the moonlight from the window shinning in his eyes.
“Cling away.”Geralt said, pushing a lock of hair from Jaskier’s forehead with his finger,pulling another shiver from him.
“Okay.” Jaskierbreathed, looking down at him, motionless, for a moment longer and thenlowering himself down, pressing himself against Geralt gently. His head layingon Geralt’s shoulder, his hand resting on his chest, settled above his heart.His legs pressed against Geralt’s, his foot twitching a bit. Geralt reached down,curled his fingers around Jaskier’s knee and pulled one of his legs over hisown so that it rested between them. He moved his hand up to settle on Jaskier’ship and felt him sigh, finally relaxing completely against him. The only partof him moving now was his fingers, tapping out a gentle rhythm on Geralt’schest.
“I hate it.”Jaskier whispered. Geralt moved the arm underneath Jaskier to hold hisshoulder, giving it a squeeze.
“I hate thatpart of me so much.” His breath was warm against Geralt’s chest, Geralt dug histeeth into his lip, wanting to comfort him, be he wanted Jaskier to get it out,whatever it was that he needed to say.
“And everyoneelse hates it too. As soon as people find out what I am. The look in theireyes, it changes, ya know? It twists, into this, look. Like they- likethey’re-“ Geralt can feel tears pooling against his chest, wet and warm. Hehears Jaskier choke back a sob and moved his hand into his still damp hair.
“Like they hateyou.” Geralt whispers, breathing the words into Jaskier’s hair. He feelsJaskier nod.
“They don’t evenknow me. I’m not… I’m not like that. I don’t like hurting people.” Hisfingers curl into Geralt’s shirt, clutching at it tightly.
“I know.”
“How can youknow that? We just met. And you’ve seen it. You’ve felt it. What I cando.” He flattens Geralt’s shirt back out, pressing his fingers down againsthim, pressing out the wrinkles he’d created.
“Jaskier. If youwanted to hurt people, you’d be hurting people. And I’m not sure anyone couldstop you.” He moved his fingers to Jaskier’s chin, tilting his head up, makinghim look at him.
“I don’t thinkeven I could stop you. If you really wanted to, I think you could bring thisworld to it’s knees with that voice of yours.” He moved his fingertips over Jaskier’slips, feeling him gasp against them.
“But youhaven’t. And you won’t.” He moved his hand to cup Jaskier’s cheek.
“There’s toomuch kindness in you.” He presses his lips to Jaskier’s forehead and then looksdown at him again.
“It shines inyour eyes every time you smile. And you fucking smile, all, the time.” Geraltsighs, frustration lacing his voice. Jaskier snorts, his body shaking againstGeralt’s. Jaskier pressed closer, his body moving into Geralt’s like it wasmade to be there, his arm snaking around Geralt and pulling him closer.
“Should I stopsmiling? Sounds like it bothers you.” His voice was heavy with sleep now, theheartbeat pressing into Geralt’s side slowing. Jaskier snuggled his head harderinto Geralt’s shoulder.
“Don’t ever stopsmiling.” Geralt breathed into his hair. He felt Jaskier smile into his chestand moved his fingers slowly along his scalp, listening to his heartbeat andbreathing slow as he finally drifted off to sleep. Geralt pulled him closer,holding him tightly in the dark, and let his eyes fall closed. He pressed hisnose into Jaskier’s hair and hoped he could at least bring him some peace.
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dawn-fights-gacha · 4 years
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Honeypot
Pairing: Moteldwelling x reader, Cherry x reader
Summary: Cherry has been your roommate for the longest time, and one day, you just can’t resist her anymore.
A/N:  hehe, okay, um, yall are probably like wayyy too hyped for this, and this is like my 3rd time writing smut (or writing in general oops) so please, give me all the constructive criticism you have. Also, this took wayy to long for me to write, im soo sorry.  Also, this kinda kicked off my start of writing fics on tumblr. Also, can we just appreciate the amazingness that is @moteldwelling cuz like...damn that’s a whole ass woman right there.
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Baking.
At least, that was what you intended to do. Your roommate, Cherry, was out of the house, on a run to go get some drinks to celebrate her A on her test. You knew how hard she had worked, and how much this grade meant to her, so you decided to surprise her with a vanilla angel cake, with not only one, but two layers.
You would have never gone through the trouble to make a cake for someone, but there was something different with Cherry. The moment she had let you move in with her, you were completely enthralled by her. It might have been how flawless she is, how goddamn hot she is, or how talented and smart she is. 
No matter what the case was, you were absolutely in love with her, no doubts or hesitation. 
It’s been so long since you’ve admitted to yourself that you had caught feelings for her, and you really wanted to tell her, but there was one thing stopping you.
The lack of self-confidence.
You knew that Cherry was completely out of your league, you’ve always known this. You didn’t even know if she swung for girls. The way the chips were adding up, nothing was going in your favor.
But you couldn’t help but wonder, fantasize, and daydream about her. 
Her plump lips, the curve of her body, her captivating eyes, even the amazing, sexy, black dress she stepped out in, the one that accentuated all her beauty. 
Perfect. Flawless. Beautiful. Masterpiece. Art. Sex on legs.
There were so many words that described her, yet not enough words.
You shook your head, an attempt of trying to focus on the task at hand, the cream-colored cake batter that sat in front of you.
One thing was for sure, though: You might have been making a vanilla cake for her, but you were one hundred percent sure that sex with her was anything but vanilla.
You mentally scolded yourself and continued to stir the batter, trying to focus your thoughts on the batter and not your crazily hot roommate.
You poured out the batter into a circular pan and put in the pre-heated oven, absentmindedly blowing a piece of stray hair out of your face.
Now, you have an almost empty bowl of cake batter and a carton of frosting, just waiting for the cake to be finished in order to put the final touch.
You stared at the almost empty bowl of cake batter until you finally gave in, taking a finger to scrape the side of the bowl, gathering the batter on your pointer finger, then bringing it to your mouth.
Sweet, but probably not sweeter than Cherry.
You sighed heavily, then hoisted yourself onto the kitchen counter, bringing the bowl onto your lap to clean it out.
You gathered another dollop of batter on your finger, and put it up to your mouth again, though this time, the door to the apartment opened up, Cherry in tow with a black, plastic bag in her hand, probably holding some sort of alcohol.
She also had that amazing dress on, and you definitely didn’t look at her cleavage. Definitely not. Nope, not you.
“Cherry, you weren’t supposed to come back yet,” you whined at her, slightly pouting. You wanted the cake to be a surprise for her. Once again, nothing was going in your favor.
“Aww, baby, I’m so sorry,” she told you. Your face picked up a little at the familiar nickname she called you, though you were sure she called everyone that. “But, I did buy us some champagne to start us off, then we could move onto this rum I found, it’s called ‘puncheon,’ I think.”
You shrugged at her, and dipped your finger back into the batter, bringing it back into your mouth.
“Well, leave some for me, at least,” she joked with you, walking over to in front of you, peering into the almost clean bowl.
“Well, maybe I’ll finish the rest of this as your punishment for coming back early,” You retorted, earning yourself a tiny glare from her. 
You scraped the remaining batter onto your pointer finger, and you were about to bring up to your mouth, though something stopped you.
Cherry’s hand held your wrist, preventing you from bringing it to your lips. You looked at her and saw something in her eyes that you’ve rarely seen in her before.
“What are you doing?” You asked, and though your voice started off strong, you started tapering off towards the end.
She didn’t answer your question, yet she slowly started to drag your hand towards herself. Looking at you dead straight in your eyes, she lifted your hand towards her own mouth, darting out her tongue to give a kitten lick to your battered-finger.
You suppressed a moan at the sight of her, but when she took your entire finger into her mouth, you lightly mewled at the feeling of her mouth surrounding your finger, her tongue swirling over your fingertip to collect all the batter onto your tongue.
Yeah, you were definitely in love with her.
Keeping your finger in her mouth, although there was no more batter left on it, she took her other hand to push the bowl out of your lap, and pulled you off the kitchen counter.
You stumbled forward a little, until you were only a couple inches away from Cherry.
“Cherry, what’s going on?” You whispered towards her, your eyes darted between her mouth and her eyes.
Slowly, she pulled your finger out of her mouth, a string of saliva still connecting the tip of your finger to her mouth.
You whimpered at the sight of it, the situation being too erotic, too much for you to hold back what you wanted to do.
You pulled your wrist out of her grasp, and gripped her waist instead, pulling her closer until you encaptured her lips in yours, her eyes fluttering shut.
Bliss. Pure bliss. That’s what this moment felt like. Her lips moving in tandem with yours, the little whimpers leaving her mouth, sounding muffled, due to your mouth creating a hindrance for her sounds to be let free.
You gripped her waist a little tighter after she brought her hands to your shoulders, her nails lightly digging into your skin.
You left one hand on her waist, the other hand traveling up and caressing her body until you left it to rest on the nape of her neck.
You lightly licked the seam of her lips, wordlessly asking for her to open her mouth to grant your tongue access, to which she didn’t accept.
So she wants to play this game, huh?
You traced your hand from her tiny waist to her ass, giving an abrupt squeeze, making her lightly gasp into your mouth, granting you the access that you wanted. No, needed.
You darted your tongue into her mouth, lightly tracing her own one, the taste of the cake batter lingering on her tongue, a sweet taste making its way onto your tongue, though a lot of the sweetness was purely and distinctly Cherry.
Seeming upset with the trick you pulled, she pushed you back into the counter, your lips not leaving each other. 
The marble was digging into your back, just a little, but you didn’t give two shits. It added to the pleasure Cherry was giving you.
Her hands traveled to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slightly. 
You got the hint and lifted your arms, pulling yourself back from her, letting her slip the shirt over your head with ease and precision.
You hadn’t felt like a bra was necessary since you weren’t going out anywhere. Cherry looked down at your bare chest, and lightly moaned at the sight of your perked-up nipples.
“No bra, (Y/N)? Is this for me?” She asked, although you were sure that she knew the answer to that question.
You couldn’t bring yourself to speak actual words, so you just nodded your head and breathed out the breath of air you didn’t know you were holding.
You brought your face towards her once more, but instead of kissing her, you dipped down to place a light kiss on her neck, then started to nip and lightly suck on the skin, intent on leaving a mark for everyone to see.
Cherry moaned the prettiest sound you ever heard, most likely from the feeling of your teeth grazing over her skin, as well as the feeling of your tongue running over the spot you claimed as yours.
You felt her rummage around behind you, though you couldn’t put your attention to what she was doing, you felt pretty preoccupied with making your task of marking her and making her moan and whimper more.
That is, until you felt it.
A cold substance touched your left nipple, making you gasp and lift yourself off of Cherry’s neck to look down and see her spreading the vanilla frosting around your nipple.
The feeling of the cold frosting touching your overheating skin, as well as Cherry brushing her thumb against your right nipple was way too much for you.
You pushed your chest out into her touch, trying to seek more of the sensation she was giving you.
You gripped the marble behind you, needing something to hold onto.
Cherry then decided to repeat her actions to the other side.
“Cherry,” You moaned out her name, a light blush dusting your cheek out of embarrassment of your desperation for her, though in this moment, you didn’t really care.
When she was finished painting her masterpiece on your chest, she leant back a little, as if to admire the contrast of skin and frosting she made on you.
“Please,” you whispered, staring at her in her eyes.
You didn’t know what you were pleading for, but whatever it was, it worked.
Cherry wasted no time in dipping her head to capture you in her mouth, her tongue running over your frosting-covered nipple.
Immediately, your head dipped back and moaned loudly. You didn’t know if it was from Cherry’s warm mouth or just the fact that she was really here, really doing this, to you.
Your mind decided it was done with thinking and wondering, and just went almost blank with the scene playing out right here, in your own kitchen.
All you could think about was Cherry.
When she cleaned the offending sugary confection from your left breast, she moved onto the right one, making you moan loudly again. You moved your hand from the cold marble behind you and put it on the back of Cherry’s head, lightly holding her to your bosom and massaging her head.
You felt her smile while she was running her tongue over you, but you couldn’t care less.
“Feels good, Cherry, so good,” you rasped out for her, letting her know the effect she had on you.
She made a sound of approval, as if she appreciated you telling her how you felt.
After cleaning your right breast up, she pulled off her lips, with a soft pop, then blew lightly on the saliva she left on your skin, making it feel cold, the change in temperature making you whine a little.
You looked down at Cherry to see a little bit of the frosting left on the corner of her mouth.
You pulled her head back up to capture her in a kiss, tasting the lingering flavor of the  frosting on her tongue and cleaning up the one on the side of her mouth.
Her hands moved from your waist to behind herself, fumbling with the black dress.
You heard the soft zip of her dress, and she quickly shimmied out of it, the offending cloth pooling down at her feet.
You broke the kiss to give her a once-over, and wow, you were not ready for this.
She didn’t have on a bra, her perfect bust out in the open, her nipples hard, and the lacy black thong she had on, that left little to nothing to the imagination.
You gave her elevator eyes, and when you made eye contact with her, she had a small smirk on her face, like she knew the effect she had on you.
She stepped forward a little, out of the pool of her dress to hold your waist again.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom?” She proposed to you.
“Yes, please, Cherry,” You pleaded with her, sounding very desperate, but, to be honest, you really were desperate.
She took your hand, her grip soft, yet leading, and dragged you to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Cherry wasted no time in kissing your neck and opening the button that held your jeans up. 
The feeling of her sucking and licking the pulse point on your neck forced moans and tiny whimpers out of you, the throbbing between your legs soon becoming unbearable.
As soon as she got the button undone, she shoved her thumbs under the waistband of both 
your jeans and your panties, harshly pushing the material down until they pooled at her feet.
She moved forward a little, making you move backward until the back of your knees hit the soft mattress of her bed.
A slight push of your shoulders from Cherry indicated you to lay down on the bed, and you did so, Cherry joining in soon after.
“What do you want me to do first?” Cherry asked you, climbing on top to straddle you.
Quickly, you rolled over, moving so that Cherry was underneath you, little pants of surprise escaping her.
“I want you to stay right here, and don’t move.” You told her, giving her one last kiss before moving down her body, littering little pecks on her skin.  Cherry’s hand moved down to entangle itself in your hair, her nails scraping your scalp, sending tingles from the top of your cranium down to the end of your spine.
You kissed right over the waistband of her thong, peering up at her to see her looking right back down at you with hooded eyelids.
Right now, your goal was to make her feel so good that she’s ruined for other people.
Slowly, you pushed the waistband down, slipping the material off of her, and throwing it somewhere behind you. Her pussy was completely soaked, like your own, but you needed to focus on her needs.
“Please, (Y/N),” Cherry beseeched for you, and it was more than enough for you to grant her her wish, but you wanted more.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it, I’ll give it to you,” You told her, your face just mere centimeters away from her pussy, your breath lightly hitting her heat.
“I want you to touch me. Touch me like you need it. Make me feel it. I want you to-” Cherry’s requests and pleads were cut off by your tongue licking a hot stripe from the bottom of her pussy to the top, giving her clit a flick at the end.
Way sweeter than any confectionary good. She was sweet like a honeypot.
Cherry whimpered from the contact, egging you on to continue your ministrations.
You wrapped your lips around her clit, in a sort of erotic kiss, your tounge switching between giving long laps, to short flicks, each action from you earning a new, different sound from Cherry.
Cherry’s hips rolled into your mouth, wordlessly begging you for more. 
You wrapped one hand around her thigh, stroking the soft flesh with your thumb. You took your other hand to rub up and down her folds, collecting the juices, intending on using the ample amount of arousal as lubrication.
You slowly slid one finger inside her, earning yourself a loud moan from Cherry, and her grip on your grip tightened.
Keeping your eye on her for any sign of discomfort, you slid a second finger to join the first one, and after seeing pure pleasure on her face, you started to move your fingers in an ‘in-and-out’ motion.
You felt her clench around your fingers, and her face scrunched up a bit. You sped up your fingers a bit, properly finger-fucking her, and started giving her clit short, fast flicks, shaking your face into her pussy a bit.
“(Y/N), ‘m gonna cum,” She cried out, making you speed up even more, wanting nothing more than to feel her cum around you.
“Cum for me, Cherry,” You said from around her clit, alternating between flicking her clit with your tongue and lightly sucking on it.
With your command, Cherry cums hard, clenching down on your middle and pointer finger, a loud cry of what might have been a mix of your name and a moan escaping her lips.
And the sight of her head thrown back, one hand gripping the sheets underneath her and the other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, this sight was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
You loved seeing her cum.
So you were gonna make her cum again.
Not slowing down your tongue, nor your fingers, you continued what you were doing, making Cherry cry out, the overstimulation being a tad uncomfortable.
“(Y/N), I can’t, I-” Cherry rasped out, her thighs slightly trembling underneath your hands.
“Yes you can, be a good girl for me, I know you can do it,” You praised her, your lips going back to her lips after you felt her body giving in to your touch.
It didn’t take long for her to cum again, a soft, little scream coming from her, though this time, you slid your fingers out of her and immediately put them in your mouth, putting on a show for her.
You looked straight in her eyes, seeing nothing but lust, and a hint of fondness in them, and your own eyes reciprocated those same emotions, if not, then more.
After you licked your fingers clean from her arousal, you climbed up the bed, hovering over her. You brushed your lips over hers, seeing how she strained her neck for more contact. You couldn’t help but give in and kiss her, making her get a taste of herself, a content moan coming from her.
Taking you by surprise, Cherry grabbed your shoulders and pushed you to lie down on the bed, her body straddling yours, taking back the dominance.
You gasped out of a mix of surprise and excitement, seeing the sly smirk on her face.
She definitely knew the effect she had on you.
She darted her tongue in your mouth, teasing you with a trace of her tongue, but quickly pulling away, making you whine in desperation.
At this point, your cunt throbbed for any type of contact.
“You look so pretty like this, (Y/N),” Cherry said to you softly, a warm feeling spreading from your heart through your entire nervous system, the praise instantly making you yearn for her more.
“Maybe I’d just want to keep you here like this, all desperate and soaking wet on my bed. How does that sound?” She said to you, making you whine out loudly, and without shame.
“I won’t do that though, you’re too much of a good girl,” Her words went straight down to your pussy, making you clench around nothing.
“Cherry, I want you,” You called out to her, trying to divert her attention to where you wanted it.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” She tells you, in a sultry tone that only Cherry could manage.
You nod your approval to her, not trusting your own voice, due to the eye contact she’s making with you, as well as the distinct smell of sex in the room, not the mention the sly smirk on her face making you feel weak in your knees.
Cherry lowered her head, just enough to attach herself onto your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your neck.
She reached your pulse point, making you gasp, and lightly moan, and you feel her smirk against your skin.
In different circumstances, you’d glare at her for smirking in this time of your desperation for her love and affection, but that thought is put on the back burner of your head when her right hand finds your nipple and pinches, making you lightly yelp.
Cherry lightly chuckles, not ending her measures, though her hand travels from your breast to your pussy, the place where you needed her most.
Your breaths turn into short pants and your eyes flutter shut,as she used her forefinger to stroke up and down your folds, gathering your arousal onto her finger.
“Can you keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart?” She asks you in a sweet voice, in which you wanted nothing more than to obey her.
So you slowly opened your eyes to reveal Cherry lightly smiling at you, still funing her finger up and down your cunt.
“Good girl,” She praises you, then continues to attach herself back onto your neck.
Her finger leaves you, only for a split second, just for her to slowly slide her finger into your entrance, her thumb now taking its place on your clit.
You moaned and whined for more pathetically, fully intoxicated by Cherry.
Without warning, Cherry slid her middle finger to join the first one, the two now moving in tandem in a ‘come hither’ motion, stroking your g-spot. Her thumb lightly pressed down more on your clit, and rubbed it more feverishly. 
Involuntarily, you clenched around her fingers, and let out a lewd moan, making Cherry giggle around from your neck.
“You gonna cum, (Y/N)?” Cherry mumbled around your skin, making you nod your head frantically.
She sped up her motions, her thumb now rubbing in a ‘back and forth’ motion over your clit, and her fingers moving more harshly, though they still kept all the precision that she had started out with.
“So close,” You rasped out for her, warning her upcoming orgasm.
Cherry detached her lips from your neck, not without giving her mark one last lick, and moved her head up to whisper to you.
“Cum for me, (Y/N).”
You felt her speed up more, and a feeling of pure euphoria washed over you, as you clenched down harder on her fingers. You threw your head back and let out a pornographic sounding moan.
Cherry slowed down, riding out your orgasm. She pulled her fingers out of you, and while keeping eye contact with you, she cleaned her fingers from your arousal with her mouth.
You were still breathing heavily after your orgasm, but you managed the strength to wrap an arm around Cherry and to pull her closer to you, in which she snuggled up to you in return. Your legs entangled with each other.
All that was left was heavy breaths, warmth, and a question floating around in your brain.
What now?
You snuggled into her a little further, trying to ignore the question looming around in your brain.
“I really should have done that sooner,” Cherry said breaking the silence.
“So you were planning this?” You inquired, though the thought of Cherry planning to sleep with you filled you with hope, though you didn’t let it show on your face.
“Well, not planning it, no,” She started, diminishing the growing hope in you.  “But, I mean I should have made a move a long time ago.”
Now that confused the shit out of you.
“What do you mean?” You said, trying not to sound like a Justin Bieber song.
“I mean, that after the first couple months of us knowing each other, I should have known that you wouldn’t make the first move. So I had to do it. Though, I didn’t think it would go like this.”
“Wait, so you’ve reciprocated my feelings for so long, and you took so long to do something?” You asked her, squeezing her arm lightly, making her giggle lightly.
She looked up at you and said, “I’ve had my doubts, I mean, sometimes you talk about other people, like, right in front of me.”
“Yea, but that’s ‘cuz I didn’t know you liked me, or even liked girls for that matter.”
She just lightly shrugged and said, “I like what I like.”
That was such a Cherry thing to say.
You let a couple of moments pass before speaking again.
“So does that mean that you like me?” You asked her, the hope now very evident in your voice.
“You’re a dumbass, you know that right?” She giggled out, in a way that confirmed your suspicions.
“You know, it seems like you call me that more and more as the days go on,” You joked with her.
“Just be happy you're my girlfriend,” Cherry said, making a stupid smile appear on your face, and no matter how hard you tried to suppress it, you couldn’t.
Finally, everything was going in your favor.
“You know, I should bake more often.’ You told her, making her chuckle, and hold you tighter.
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benhardyisdaddy · 4 years
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complicated - part 2
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MASTERLIST 
(theyre now all grown up and ben is so cute UGHHH i hope u all like this, the series is going to be interesting lolol) 
Word Count: 1,600
Years have now passed since the first day you met your new best friend. After high school, you had been searching for a roommate so you could finally move out and be the independent person you want to be. You mentioned the thought to Ben when he suddenly blurted out that he could be your roommate. 
“Are you sure?” you asked. “I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on you.” 
“Are you kidding me?” he asks with a big goofy grin on his face. “What better roommate to have than your own handsome best friend?” 
You laugh and roll your eyes at his cockiness. You think about it for a second more and agree. 
“Okay! I’m totally up for it. Two best friends rooming together. What’s the worst that can happen?” 
Well, there’s a few things that can happen. One of them being Ben bringing home random women and finding them half naked in your kitchen early in the morning - a morning like today. Your alarm for work had woken you up as you get up from bed and stretch. You yawn loudly as you throw on your robe and rub your eyes. You open your bedroom door and slowly make your way down the hallway and into the kitchen. You needed coffee ASAP. You notice the fridge open and assume it’s Ben rummaging around for food to eat. You chuckle to yourself and turn on the coffee pot. 
“If you want cereal, we need to go shopping for mi-” 
Before you can finish your sentence, a blonde haired woman stands up fast. She looks to you half startled as her eyes are wide. You’re taken aback as she steps back and you realize the only thing she has on is one of Ben’s shirts. She crosses her arms and looks you up and down, almost a rude glare in her eyes. 
“And you are?” she asks snarky. 
“I mean you’re the half naked one in my kitchen.” you bite back. 
You never liked the girls Ben brought back home with him. They were always so rude and almost jealous when you’ve greeted by them. You should be used to his random flings by now, but you’re not. Her eyes go wide by what you say. 
“You’re kitchen? This is Ben’s-” 
Before she can finish, in walks a half dressed Ben. He has on pajama pants and that’s all. He yawns before realizing the tensed stare down before him. The girl spots him and her face softens as she smiles. 
“Good morning, you.” she purrs as he walks in more. 
You give him a glare with a raised eyebrow. He gives you an ‘I’m sorry’ look with his big puppy dog eyes. 
“Y/n, this is Vanessa. Vanessa, y/n.” 
“His roommate.” you say slowly with a fake smile. 
Vanessa scowls as she looks back to Ben slightly confused. 
“You told me your roommate was a guy.” 
You laugh and try to hold it back, causing her to look at you fast with narrowed eyes. 
“Ashamed of me, are we, Ben?” you tease, causing his face to go slightly red. 
“What? No, I, um-” 
“You’re also breaking one of our rules.” you say as you scan his toned, shirtless body. 
“Rules are meant to be broken, right?” he teases as he looks to Vanessa. 
She smirks and runs her hand along his stomach. You roll your eyes and force yourself not to gag. 
“Not our rules, Ben. Wearing clothes at all times is definitely a rule we made.”
“Oh relax, y/n. I just woke up. Cut me some slack.” 
“Yeah,” says Vanessa. “Cut Benny some slack.” 
That’s the nickname only you can use for Ben and he knows it. He tenses up when he watches the look on your face. You tense your jaw and finally shrug.
“Okay, fine. If we’re all gonna be half dressed, then why can’t I?” 
And with that, you tear off your robe and fling your shirt off. Luckily you had your bra on. Vanessa glares at you as Ben’s mouth slightly falls open. His eyes scan you up and down and then he shakes his head fast. 
“Hey!” he shouts. 
You just shrug as you turn to pour yourself a cup of coffee. 
“Cut me some slack, Benny.” you mock back to him. 
You hear as Vanessa huffs and you smirk to yourself. 
“Do you want to go get some breakfast?” she asks him. 
You fight back a laugh at that question. You know Ben well and he’s not the type to go eat breakfast after a night with a girl. He’s the kind of guy to call them a cab and wish them well as they leave. Relationship isn’t a word in his vocabulary. You know where this is headed. 
“Oh, I really wish I could, but I have to go help y/n shop for some stuff.” 
Your eyes go wide as you spin around and glare at him. Vanessa knits her brows as she glances to you and then back to him. 
“Doesn’t she have, like, a boyfriend to go do that with?” 
“She does, but she needs help with a certain thing. It’s for her dolls.” he whispers.
You’re taking a sip of your coffee and nearly choke by that statement. 
“Her… what?” 
“Her dolls. She has a huge collection and is too embarrassed to tell Trent about them. Aren’t you, y/n?” 
You glare at him as you fake smile and look to Vanessa. It’s too late now. You might as well go along with it. You’ve officially won best friend of the century.
“Yes. My dolls. Love them dearly.” you say with the look of death in your eyes. 
“She needs a new dresser so she can put new ones on it. Right?” 
“Yep. And then I need to brush their hair. Ben likes to help me with that. Don’t you, Benny?” 
He narrows his eyes at you and then laughs it off as he shakes his head. 
“She’s so funny.” he says fast. 
Vanessa looks beyond confused and shakes her head. 
“Rain check on breakfast?” Ben asks with his sweet, charming smile.
Vanessa melts instantly and smiles back. 
“Sounds good.” 
She walks away and glances over to you as she walks to the bedroom to change back into her clothes. You’re stood in the kitchen as you lean against the counter and sip your coffee. Ben’s eyes are narrowed as he stares at you. 
“Will you please put your shirt back on?” he asks. 
You shrug and lower the cup from your face. 
“Will you put yours on?” 
“Do you always have to be such a nag?” he asks as he walks up and kisses the top of your head. 
You smile as he walks away and towards his room. 
“You love when I nag!” you call out. 
You hear Ben laugh. 
“True!” he calls out before the door shuts. 
You place the coffee down and throw your shirt back on. You make your way back to your room and get ready for work. You hurry to the bathroom and lock it before Ben tries to steal it away from you. You quickly shower and get dressed in your work uniform. You’re a waitress at a small diner in town. You throw your hair into a ponytail and exit the bathroom. Ben and Vanessa are walking towards the front door as he opens it. She reaches up and kisses him as she giggles from something he’s said. It makes your stomach turn. She glances your way and forces a smile. Ben turns and spots you as you smile back and wave your hand. 
“Bye, Veronica! I’ll tell my dolls good things about you.” 
She rolls her eyes and holds her purse close to her. 
“It’s Vanessa.” she shoots back. 
You continue smiling as you shake your head. 
“It doesn’t matter.” 
Ben finds himself holding a laugh back as he says goodbye and shuts the door. He turns around with the most apologetic look on his face. 
“I’m so sorry.” he says fast. 
“Benjamin, you broke another rule! You’re not supposed to use me when you’re blowing off your one nighters! Remember!?” 
“I do remember! I’m so sorry, but I just needed your help.” 
You roll your eyes and turn around to walk into your room.
“Dolls!? You use me to help you and you use dolls!? You’re actually evil.” 
Ben falls on your bed with a pleading look. 
“And you’re actually a saint. Please don’t be mad at me. I’ll do anything you want. Just name it.”
You have a mischievous look on your face as you begin thinking. 
“Hmmm, anything?” you ask with a tone that scares Ben. 
“Oh no.” he says as he sits up. 
You laugh at his expression. 
“You get to clean the bathroom for the rest of the week. And I mean the toilet and my shower hair balls.” 
Ben makes a dramatic gagging face and slowly nods his head. He looks defenseless. 
“Ugh… Deal.” he says quietly. 
You smirk as you grab your purse and look pleased with yourself. 
“Do you feel better now?” he asks standing up. 
You walk from your room and towards the front door. 
“Ya know what, I do.” you tell him with a smile. “I’m off to work. Oh, and Ben,” you say as you step out of the door and peer inside. 
His head lifts up at your questioning tone. 
“Keep your shirt on.” 
And with that, you shut the door, but not before you hear him call out. 
“You like it!” 
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