#red is already like... this chick is nuts

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

#jesus snow #think of a better nickname #red is already like... this chick is nuts #ouat #once upon a time #red riding hood #snow white

[trashmouth-richie]

this promot was sent in by my lovely @joejoequinnquinn here.

prompt words were: chair, belt, “good girl” and smut 🧐

18+ no minors, talk of bdsm, two idiots in love, drug use, steve is mentioned in this off handedly, (i love adding him in at random) eddie, once again, talks about his dick, fluffy smut, Journey slander 😩, high activities, smut! be aware that the dialogue probably doesn’t make sense because they’re jenelle evans from teen mom 2 high

<1.3k eddie x fem reader

a trip to skull rock with a shared joint and a random piece of furniture, what could go wrong?

“Is this your idea of bdsm?” 

Eddie tightens the belt around your wrists, a joint hanging slack from his lips, his eyes squinted with concentration, “FM?—the radio station?” 

Looking back, it probably wasn’t the best idea to get higher than a kite on Easter with your boyfriend and then try to seduce one another. But alas, here you were. 

The drive to skull rock was interesting to say the very least. Eddie claimed he knew how to get there only to have you traveling fifteen miles in the wrong direction— the ‘come back soon!’ sign should have been a giveaway. 

“It’s an acro—af-ro—” your tongue felt like a piece of rubber in your mouth, you’d already mistaken it for gum once tonight, “Dan Aykroyd?” 

“That guy from Ghost?”

The giggles took you over making you lose balance and tipping over the chair you were supposed to be sitting in, hitting the dirt with a soft little thud, hands still tied behind your back. 

Eddie sat in the chair, looking down at you and shaking his head, knowing full well you both shouldn’t have smoked that last blunt. But you were so cute when you begged, he could never deny you. 

“BDSM,” you continue, managing to sit up right, “it’s an acronym… but I dunno what for.” 

“Oh, yeah—” Eddie scratched his head, eyes red and hazy, “I mean Harrington said it was pretty easy, and chicks went nuts over it, calling him ‘daddy’ and shit, begging to be choked.” 

“‘Sir’ suits you better.” 

“How about ‘Master’?” 

“Now you’re pushin’ it.”  

You’re intrigued. interests officially peaked as your scraped dirt under your nails, attempting a castle behind your back. 

“Would I get a title? Is the peasant whore royal enough for such luxuries?” 

Eddie frowns and puts the joint to your lips, “don’t call yourself that. I could punish you y’know.” 

Your eyes widen as they follow the circle of smoke into the air, Eddie’s finger dancing around the center of it as if it were a ring. 

He sighs audibly, loud like a bored child. Suddenly fixated on the chair he was sitting in. 

“Did we bring this?” 

You both burst into laughter, scaring away birds and monsters alike. Disrupting any bit of peace the forest animals had before two stoned idiots stumbled into the wilderness with a plan they had zero idea on how to execute. 

BDSM in the woods, only Eddie Munson would think that was sexy. 

He hoists you up, loosening the belt that was barely held on, holding your dirty hands in his, pulling you onto his lap so you’re straddling his narrow slutty boy hips. 

Onyx would be jealous by your eyes alone, and Eddie’s looked downright demonic. Demon eyes in a cherubs face, that was your Eddie. 

One of your favorite parts of being with him is how his weirdness meshed with yours. Whenever you got this high you could spend hours staring at his porcelain skin, wondering how in the hell he was crafted, molded, carved from the rarest of granite and marble stones and that he was yours— all yours. 

Your hands walked across his face, counting his eyelashes to ten and starting again. 

“Your lips are squishy,” you announce after a while of staring and not blinking,, “like gum— spongy, pink, could be almost made of cake.” 

Eddie adored you, the way your eyebrows quirked like a cartoon when you were deep in thought or admiring his face. 

“Definitely not cake, but you could taste them if you’d like?” 

“Does it hurt?” you ask, removing your fingers from his mouth and squishing his cheeks. 

“The boner you’re sitting on? Yeah, a bit.” 

Your eyes widened in honest horror, “swear to God— I thought it was a flashlight.” 

“Nope,” Eddie attempts a wink but ends up shutting both eyes for a collective six seconds, “that's all me baby.” 

Hands lacing around his neck you grin stupidly into him, pressing your lips to the pretty plush that makes up his mouth. Pecking them with soft chicken like kisses. 

His hands work the globe of your ass, squeezing, rubbing, spanking, as you bite along his collar bone, keeping your teeth marks printed into his skin— your own method of claiming him. 

Buttons scatter along the dirt floor as you rip his shirt open, desperate to see the black widow that had been teasing you, the grotesque demonic zombie head that called the left side of his chest home. He promised someday the right side would be all yours. 

Tracing your name into the blank space with your finger nail, Eddie lets out a low groan. Hooded eyes stare at you and his mouth is on yours before you can finish taking a breath. 

It’s hot, uncoordinated in every way as the two of you claw at each other's pants in the mile high condition you were both in. 

“Why…” you grunt struggling against his zipper, leaning backwards towards his knees, “..is this so difficult.” 

Eddie looks down and grins lazily. 

“Here, lemme help.” He unfastens the button on his jeans, wiggling his hips to shove hia jeans down enough so his cock stood like a tent in his checkered boxers. 

“A picnic?” You gleam with red stark stars in your eyes, “for me?” 

He pulls you forward, “oh baby, take all that you want.” 

It’s quick, dirty, every bit of clumsy filled with shared laughs that were laced with whimpering moans as your bodies rock together, coming together so hard you nearly break the chair. 

You buckle into him, fingers digging into his shoulders to hold yourself up. His spend on the belly of your shirt and the top of the waistband of your ‘easy access’ cotton shorts. 

Nestling into him further you inhale the scent from the sweet burn of weed and sex clinging to his skin and the toothpaste that dribbled down his neck that wasn’t wiped off well enough. 

His hands stroke your back lazily, lips pressed to your shoulder, cock softening on your thigh. 

“What time is it?” 

“Sweetheart, I couldn’t read my watch right now if I tried—everything is spinning.” 

His face is pale, neck clammy with sweat. 

“Gonna puke?”

“Tryin’ not—” 

Holding tight to your waist and moving you over, he throws up the breakfast you had made at two in the afternoon. Eddie hurled and hurled until he shook from the ache of dry heaving.

Leaning back in the chair that you both couldn’t remember the exact whereabouts of how it appeared— he yawned with exhaustion.

“Let’s go home, take a hot shower, have a little nap?” 

He nods and you help him up, pulling his hands until he’s flat footed, and you’re stumbling your way ahead of him. 

“Jesus, I fucking came and barfed on your shirt.” 

You shrug, slurring, “it’s okay— it’s yours anyway.” 

He scoffs in bratty metal fashion, offended by your music knowledge or lack thereof, “I don’t own a ‘Journey’ shirt.”

Eddie pulls you back by the waist and examines the shirt, flipping the collar to see a sharpied ‘WM’ on the tag. 

He geeks out a smile, the color of his irises bleaching back to dark brown, “better get that ‘good girl’ act ready— because Wayne is going to lose his fucking mind.”

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie drabble #eddie munson blurb

[copperbadge]

Hello! I recently moved to Chicago for a job. As a local, do you have any recommendations for which museums and/or attractions to check out, and which to skip or leave for later? I’ve only been to the art institute so far, but I had a really nice time! Also, your resume tips helped me out a lot, so thanks for that!

Sorry for the delay in reply to this! I definitely wanted to respond sooner but some answers take longer than others :D

I did a bit of a writeup here recently so that's some starter reading, but let me just do a quick rundown of the big museums...

Art Institute -- you've already been so you know it's world-class! Make sure that when you're in the modern wing (as you enter) you look left, there's a whole bunch of galleries to the left that often go unexplored. Also in the original wing, at the main staircase, make sure you go downstairs to explore, the Thorne rooms are down there and so is the paperweight collection if they ever open it again.

Museum of Science and Industry -- always a great time, still has lots of weird old exhibits, but it's also easy to get lost in, so don't plan to see everything your first time out. This is especially fun to take visiting guests to. Don't miss the daily chick-hatching!

Field Museum -- even older and weirder than the MSI, but you can get a little trapped in exhibits (sometimes the only way in or out is to walk a long ways) so conserve your energy. The new Sue exhibit is kind of tucked back on an upper floor but DO NOT miss it, the light show is super fun.

Chicago History Museum -- you know I still haven't been? They have a great cafeteria, I've eaten there :) I'm given to understand it's a really fun museum.

Shedd Aquarium -- I like the Shedd but eh, it's an aquarium. The tickets on the website are pricey but if you buy in person there's a "just the fishes" option for like $8, problem is you usually have to stand in line for a while to get it.

Adler Planetarium -- it's fun, but unless you're a nut for outer space, the highlight is the planetarium show; I'd save this one for a rainy weekend when you just want to wander somewhere.

I truly love the dumb little Money Museum at the Fed, but I think it's still closed. If it isn't, it's a great way to spend an afternoon, lots of fun money to look at, but you will need legal ID and you have to go through a metal detector on your way in, so be prepared for that.

The Garfield Park Conservatory is a fantastic botanical garden; go in summer so you can enjoy the large outdoors space. If you go in the morning, they sometimes let you help feed the koi fish in the indoor ponds.

Lincoln Park Zoo is a lovely mainly-outdoor zoo, and has a lot of events, even in the colder months (zoolights, for example, and they have a summer 5K where I personally almost died from running but refused to let the camels witness that).

As you settle into the city you'll become more aware of what there is to see and do; you pick up a kind of rhythm of the place, so I do think just getting out and looking around the city is a good way to find fun activities. Chinatown (red line Chinatown stop) is fun to shop and eat in, and a great way to learn about the parks is to attend some movies in the parks this summer.

Welcome to the city and I hope you love it here!

#chicago

[tnsophiaonly]

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Chapter 1:

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞♥︎ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝐱 𝐈𝐬𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐢'𝐝 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞r

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Trigger warning.

Ft. OC's

Timeline: before in-game events

Pt. 2

Chapter 2:

Caught ya!

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Ping!

Name: Hikari

Status: Acquaintance

Opinion: [redacted]

Hikari has a short black hair with white tips at the end. White skin tone. Blue crystal eyes

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The teacher just stared at you irritated. You're not his type but he had to put up an act you know? But then you said no, which made it worse. Then you started crying. Seriously how worse can you get?

The male teacher forced a smile, "Now now dear, stop crying~ it doesn't fit your beautiful face y'know?~" he cringed at the nickname he called you.

Then you started smiling. It was as if nothing happened, it was so unrealistic. But this isn't real so why not?

"haha." You said dryly. It was getting more awkward. You could just die.

But ofcourse, if you were gonna be a vermin in their eyes, you will stay by them to keep them annoyed! Apart of you wishes to be no burden, but that's ignored. It needs to be ignored.

Then an unrealistic time skip happened, woah, now it's cleaning time! You wished it was this fast in real life, but you're no longer in school anyways.

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You were gonna leave now when you heard the teacher ask for a black haired chick to stay after class, because he wanted to *discuss* some things with her.

You wanted to stay. But instincts said that you wait if he does any red flags to her then you come in. But you wanted to-

"Hey weird girl!" A cheery male voice was heard, followed by an irritated male voice "Shut up, Tadahiro!"

I glanced behind me with a fake smile, a smile that makes everyone back off. But they knew better.

"S-sorry Tadanori!" The one who called out for you with Saturated Blue Hair with pretty pink eyes, Tadahiro. 'Who are these people..?' you thought quietly, they weren't in the story line. Did you change things..? No... Please...

Tadanori. With Saturated Darker Blue hair with dull green eyes. Who was at least 7cm taller than (don't ask how) Tadahiro. (Ff: Tadahiro is 175cm tall/5'9ft)

"Who are you guys?" You asked the two identical people, you didn't call them twins yet, what if they weren't?

"I knew it! See Tadanori, she isn't what she was earlier!" Tadahiro sounded... excited? You cocked your head to the side as a sign of confusion

You could hear a tsk from Tadanori. As he averted his gaze from you and Tadahiro.

Then your realization hit you like a brick and your realized yoú didn't put up your act and your supposed to be tone at them. You were supposed to be childish, devious (Deez nuts), cunning-

"Tadahiro! But pleaseee call me Hiro!!" He ran up to you, and expected a hug. Then stopped midway, oh.

You were strangers

"Ahaha, sorry about that..." He quickly apologized, "Tadanori, address me as me Nori." Nori spoke and swiftly walked away

"Oh yeah! What's your name? I forgot your name even tho we've been like- classmates for soo long!" Hiro asked. Something felt wrong but you just moved with the groove.

"(name).." there was no point in even hiding your true self if it's exposed already, but you shouldn't have given up yet.

"Great! How about we meet up at the music club after cleaning time?" He suggested, "Great I'll meet you there!" He said and ran off completely not even making me answer. It was a demand.

Just after that you heard a "Let me go!" then muffled after, oh no. I quickly glanced at the glass windows, seeing that teacher touching the MC or Hikari so inappropriately. Worse that he was about to kiss her and she was a crying mess.

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TW!!! APPLIED PXDXPHILLIA AND NSFW THEMES. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION OR SKIP.

Then he kissed her, went for her collarbone and started nipping on her neck. Hikari was squirming, bawling her eyes out, desperate for help, I ran at the door only to turn pale just to see it locked. You were banging at the door.

LET GO, LET GO, LET GO. I'LL KILL YOU I SWEAR- those phrases were swirling in your mind.

At least it distracted him from going further and went forward to the door. And was about to check who it was. Only to see nothing.

Then he went back to her, whispered something then let her go. She quickly ran away from him. Little do any of them know.

Someone from the window, was recording everything. ahahaha. evidence.

You quickly hid your phone when you heard footsteps coming and stole a broom from someone nearby and started brushing.

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Clean time was over, so quickly, but you were busy thinking if you should go and meet with Hiro. You were... kind of doubting the boy.

Not really kind of, you really were doubting the boy.

With the weird way he asked you to meet him, correction demand. At the music club. Isn't the music club losing its members? He must be u- wait you're overthinking again.

Just go with the flow.

Do it now.

Regret onwards.

I went to the music club, and Hiro was actually waiting for you? then he glanced at you and quickly went forward. Held your hand,.

"I knew you were gonna come!!! Ahahah!" He predicted? No your overthinking things.

"What did you want me to meet you for?"

"Obviously, for you to join the cl- for me to learn more about you and you learn about me! Let's learn about me first, let's get inside the clubroom and check out those instruments! I'll tell you how they work!"

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Club time was already done and Hiro still hasn't shut up. He's forcing you to do instruments even though it's clear as the sky that you were not interested/good at it.

You played wonderfully awful. You cringed at yourself and felt like digging up a hole and rot there. Seriously why is he so pestering, he's like, putting you in a tight position, where you cannot answer neither or either.

But only one.

"Your so awful at this! You need to be good at this to at least be capable of joini- I mean- capable of playing wonderfully!" Hiro said in a really concerned tone.

"Look, i'm not interested/good at this. Please let me go-" "I'll help youuuu!!!" He cuts you off.

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You spent the whole after school learning about the basics of (instrument).

"Tadahir-" you snapped your head to the boy clearly annoyed that you were forced to play something you didn't wanna play but was cut off "Hiro. What do you need?" He asked sweetly.

"Hiro... Yeah... Well, can i just practice this tomorrow? It's kind of lat-" "How about you come over to my place! Great! Come with me!" He did it again, he asked a question without needing an answer, it was another demand from him.

He grabbed your hand harshly and tightly, you shoved his hand off.

"Stop going and deciding things for me. I already told you it's late." It was futile. He took your hand yet again. And walked out to see Nori outside on the verge of snapping.

"What the hell took you so long Tadahiro?! You want me to keep on waiting for you till Christmas?! Hell no! It's 7PM/19:08 goddamnit..!" Nori snapped and boy he was really scary, like literally, his voice was so loud it echoed throughout the halls.

"And you! You could have at least tell him to fuck off!" He scolded you too, and damn he was harsher on you.

He shoved Hiro's grip on your wrists that left a mark and pushed you, falling on the floor with a thud.

Your instincts are too glare at the man with hatred. And Nori took Hiro away. Hiro didn't even glance at you nor tried to help you out.

You stood up and dusted off your clothes and walked to the other exit. You heard them arguing outside.

"Tadanori, I swear I just wanted to-" Hiro tried reasoning with the angry angwy man

"Tadahiro! Stop it! You were spending too much time with that weird woman!" Nori quickly cuts his sentence off and pointed a finger at him in an offensive way.

"Why do you care so much Tadanori?!?!" Hiro fought back, he was also angry now

"Because I'm your brother?!" Silence.

"I just wanted a new member at the club! I had a bet with him!" Hiro was exposed

"This is your prideful problems! You know that he's a literal threat! And the fact that your also talking to Hikari makes this worser than it' should've been."

"She was the one that talked to me firsttt!!"

They continued arguing.

"You! What the hell are you watching for?!" Oopsies, Nori caught you red handed!

"Oh I don't know, I was to about to pass by then I saw you guys arguing. I'll get going now." You were about to escape when—

Hiro quickly grabbed your wrist, stopping you any further, he looked rather tense, worried?

Nori was caught off guard by his brother's actions and was about to do something when..

"h.. hey? Hey-! I- whatever you heard earlier about me mentioning of wanting you as a member- please forget forget about it! I'll- I'll do anything- if he finds out I was forcing people to be a member i-" Hiro was about to cry and dropped on his knees.

You being you, didn't really know how to react, I mean you don't even know what's going on. But apart of you thinks something else....

"Uhm... I guess so? I'll forget about it sooner or later either way." You replied and Hiro felt like every hope was within him. He was delighted, he hugged your leg (ps. If you don't have legs, just think that the game regrow it for you /dedicated for the Walmart ones out there 😔🤟).

"thank you thank you thank you thank you-!" He was chanting gratitude, geez what's up with the he they are talking about to make him act like this?

Hiro wouldn't get off your legs and Nori had to drag him away, —much to Hiro's dismay— "I'll see you tomorrow~!" Hiro said so giddily and excitedly.

You just stared in silence, what the heck is going on?

You flinched tensely out of nowhere, you looked around searching to see if someone else was left, then you thought it was best for you to just leave and go to your so called home.

She just stared at you run away, did she scare you? She apologizes. She didn't mean that. She just wanted to see her saviour earlier, to admire her from afar.

Guess someone else admired you huh? Ofcourse who wouldn't-

Oh, it's already late,too late in fact. She needs to go home.

(the color of the text matters btw! And I wonder, who is the he they're talking about, and why are the twins so scared of him? Clue: A member at the Literature Club!)

Also, what will you do tomorrow? Apparently Hiro asks you to hang-out with him today but Hikari reminds you that you guys have a project tomorrow! Who/What will you choose? Vote in comments!

Hang out with Tadahiro.

Do the Project with Hikari.

A character trait you stole! (Politeness, I mean anyone is, I just can't think of any characters that are polite.. only makoto came in mind)

#yandere genshin #genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin x reader #original #fanfic #female reader #yandere #yandere x reader #idk anymore #idk man #i need help #reader #x reader #character x reader

[barnesbabee]

𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑'𝖘 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘 - 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ - ᴇɪɢʜᴛ - ɴᴇxᴛ

ATEEZ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

You became wary of your surroundings after the talk with Seonghwa. You tried to maintain composure during work (you didn't want your boss to think you were "off your game" again), but you couldn't help but be suspicious of every new person that walked by you, of every strange sound, and of every shadow.

"Hey Y/N?"

You jolted in your seat at the sound of your colleague's voice.

"You scared me!" You said, laughing as you placed your hand over your heart.

"Oh, sorry!" She said, bowing "we wanna know if you're coming to the company dinner tonight, you still haven't confirmed."

You had completely forgotten about it, seeing as there was shit chasing you, your mind was somewhere else completely.

"Uh, sure! Yeah, count me in." You said with a smile, trying to hide the nervousness of being out in the open.

The woman tapped the frame of the door lightly and smiled, walking away while thanking you for the confirmation.

You weren't sure how safe you felt in an unknown environment, with a bunch of people you also didn't know, so you stood up and ran after her.

"Hold up!"

The other woman stopped and turned around to face you.

"Is it okay to bring a plus one?..." You asked, hoping your "guardian angel" could tag along for some extra protection.

Your colleague gave you a dirty smile and winked.

"Got ourselves a boy toy, have we?"

You felt your face heat up and a lump was caught in your throat.

"Well uh, sort... of?" You replied.

The truth was, there was no label that could possibly be attributed to what you two had, it was more than just an emotional, romantic, or physical connection, it transcended all that.

"We said no plus ones but someone dropped out last minute so I guess it's fine. Does he have any allergies or something? Is he vegan?"

"He's all good! I think..." You whispered that last part, as you weren't sure, but you assumed an immortal being wasn't sensitive to nuts and seafood.

When you sat back down at your desk you grabbed your phone to text Seonghwa about the dinner.

You smiled like a teenage girl in a rom-com talking to her crush, and put your phone away, anxiously (and happily) waiting for the dinner, since it would make you two official.

You realized these mundane things were irrelevant, Seonghwa had risked his own existence and broke the rules of something bigger than anyone on earth to be with you, there was no bigger assurance of the will to spend eternity with someone than what he had done for you, but somehow these small earthly rituals made you feel more at ease, made it all feel somewhat normal.

An hour passed by and you and your co-workers called an Uber to take you to the destination, which you quickly sent to Seonghwa so he could already be there when you arrived.

"Woah- look at that guy... I wouldn't mind it if he joined us for dinner, I know what I'd have..." Your co-worker commented, eyeing Seonghwa up and down the second you stepped out of the car.

"Maybe he will! You commented, and waved your hand in the air "Hey, Seonghwa!"

The man lifted his head and his confused expression turned into a big bright smile as he located you.

"Hello, angel." He greeted you, followed by a kiss, once you walked closer to him.

"Guys this is Seonghwa!" You introduced.

Your co-worker, that had previously commented on him, was red as a cherry.

When you walked into the restaurant she grabbed your shoulder and whispered in your ear.

"Y/N I am so sorry I had no idea! That was incredibly inappropriate I'm sorry!"

You laughed at her panicked expression.

"It's alright, you didn't know!"

She exhaled, relieved that you weren't offended or angry at her, and you sat down at the assigned seats. The waiter brought the menu, and Seonghwa, to your confusion, refused it.

"Have you come here before? Do you just... know the dishes?" You whispered to him.

"No, but I know what I want. I will have the fried chicken." He whispered back, his eyes big and sparkly with excitement, looking right into yours.

"Seonghwa," You said with a little laugh "This is a fancy place, they don't have fried chicken."

You might as well have stabbed him and it would've hurt less. Seonghwa slowly took the menu out of your hands and searched through the items, however, he ended up asking you to order for him since he had no idea what any of it was.

Aside from the struggle of getting Seonghwa to eat fancy food, the dinner went well, and you ended up forgetting about the fact that you were in imminent danger. The night went so well, in fact, that you ended up at a club. You were all way overdressed for the occasion since you had all come dressed in formal attire, but after the wine and occasional champagne back at the restaurant, neither of you cared.

"Hey, I'm getting another caipirinha, mmkay?" You slurred in Seonghwa's ear.

"You stay here with them, I'll go get it." He said, afraid that something would manage to grab you and run away amidst the confusion of the crowd near the bar.

Not long after Seonghwa left your line of sight, a man appeared in front of you. His waist was slim, hugged beautifully by his jeans, and accentuated by the fact that his shirt was tucked in, his shoulders were wide, his jaw prominent, and his lips were red and pouty. You snapped out of it once you realized you were checking him out, and the man didn't miss it either, you could tell, by the way a dimple appeared on his left cheek, the result of his smirk.

"Sorry," the man said, coming in closer so he could whisper in your ear, as his hand made its way to your hip "but I couldn't help but notice you, you're the most fucking beautiful person I've ever seen."

The man slowly pulled you closer to him, and you allowed your body to mold against his for some reason- you couldn't pull away.

"I have a boyfriend." You managed to squeak out.

"Well, he isn't here, but I am."

"I don't even know your name..."

"My name? My name is San, but you can call me anything you want."

Two of his fingers tipped your chin up and his lips slowly approached yours.

You couldn't pull away, something in you drew you to him, you wanted to have him right then and there, your mind was clouded and you were incapable of even picturing Seonghwa's face, all that you could think of, every moment spent with your boyfriend, was replaced by the image of this man you just met. Your body moved as if it was being puppeteered, as if you had no free will.

"Y/N, what the fuck!?" You heard in the background.

The voice was familiar, but even then you could not pull away, and you could see San smirking, you could feel something was wrong, but you could not move.

It wasn't until Seonghwa physically pushed San away from you that you were able to come back to your senses. There were immediate tears in your eyes, a million ways to apologize ran through your mind and you looked at your limbs and torso as if you had had an out-of-body experience and had just gained control of it again.

You were about to try to explain to Seonghwa what happened (even if you didn't know what had happened), until Seonghwa spoke.

"You..." He said, looking at San, his voice dripping with disgust, rage, panic, and fear. You could see his blackened veins peeking out of his collar, and his stance had completely changed from an offensive state to a defensive one.

San stretched out his arms and smirked once more - it seemed like that was his only facial expression.

"Ta-daaa! Surprise old friend!"

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[hvreticz]

THAT’S FLIRTING ? (E. Munson x S. Harrington)

WARNINGS : small angst, mean!eddie, sarcastic!eddie, swearing, they both work in a music shop, sarcastic!steve, steve rolling his eyes 24/7, teasing, some dry humping. These warnings are here for a reason, if you don’t like this content or if this is not your type of stuff, don’t read.

words count : 1.1k

summary : Eddie’s always been sarcastic and annoying as fuck with steve, and he doesn’t know why. The metalhead just love to make him go crazy and criticize him for everything. So when Munson criticized Harrington’s flirting skills, he want to prove him wrong but…

part 2 (coming soon)

“Aaaaaand goodbye.” whispered Steve to himself after watching the girl he tried for 5 minutes to have the number from, leaved the shop without turning back.

Eddie appeared from the back room, leaned back next to steve, his two forearms supporting him and his back pressed against the work surface “You sound desperate man, that Harrington’s gene must be broken.” a wide grin on his face, he was totally enjoying the struggle King Steve had to only get a pathetic phone number.

“Yeah as if you were getting any bitches” said steve rolling his eyes, rearranging some tapes that was on the counter. “Not my fault you totally suck at this, i get more bitches than you dude.” eddie was still smirking, he loved to criticized steve, loved to bruise his ego. maybe he was a little mean, but he didn’t care, he loved it.

“Also, maybe chicks aren’t your thing anymore Harrington.” Steve turned to eddie who was still looking at him, that annoying sparkle in his eyes who was telling him i’m going to annoy the shit out of you.

“Suck my nuts, Munson.” said steve, rolling his eyes again, he swear on god he never rolled his eyes that much before metting Eddie Munson. “You wish huh ?” said Eddie, getting closer to steve, tilting his head slightly. “Fuck off.” was the only thing steve could mutter, his cheeks turning red, pushing Eddie away who was laughing like a crazy person.

Steve bites his bottom lips, rearranging the tapes again, even if he already did it, he could feel his pulse getting faster, he was starting to get angry, frustrated and he really, really needed to fuck. He turned his head to look at Eddie who was sitting on the counter, playing with an Metallica tape between his hands.

He hated Munson, he hated his big tattooed arms and all his chains, all his rings on his fingers who were always making so much noises when they were hitting the tapes or the smell of cigarettes he always had on him. Steve hated the fact eddie was so loud, his presence was a cacophony of sounds and steve only wanted to shut him up. He hated the fact Eddie was so comfortable with himself, with being a freak, an outcast. He hated the fact Eddie’s favorite thing to pass time was to annoy him, always being mean and sarcastic and always wanting to prove him wrong.

“You know what?” said steve and that picked up Eddie’s interest because he dropped the tape faster than his life, looking at steve. “Prove me you can flirt then ! C’mon, prove me i’m wrong.” Eddie looked at him like he was some crazy ass person and bursted in laugh. “You’re serious dude ? You want me, The freak of Hawkins to flirt with you ?” He shook his head, a smile on his face “I’m not going there Harrington, you’re going to crave for more.”

“See !” said steve, pointing at eddie with his two hands “You say this because you can’t flirt.” Steve looked proud of himself, but he didn’t knew in what he just stepped. Eddie loved to prove people wrong and especially Harrington. This was literally a call for him, like a tentation he couldn’t resist. He grabbed the counter, his knuckles turning white.

“Don’t blame me after that, you asked for it big boy.” Said eddie, the flirting game already started in his and he was about to destroy Harrington. He stepped from the counter and Harrington heart missed a beat. he cursed at himself. Eddie moved closer to steve, steve’s body being stuck between the counter and eddie.

“What are you doing ?” said steve, his cheeks already red from the proximity of the other boy, he could feel his body pressing against his own. “Look at you, already all worked up because i’m close to you, that’s fucking pathetic.” Eddie’s voice was echoing on steve’s face, his heart beating faster, he moved his head to the side. “shut your mouth Munson.” but eddie grabbed his face with one hand, Steve lips forming a pout and he could feel his cock hardening against eddie’s thigh.

“Harrington you’re so needy you’re already hard ? i didn’t even start.” Eddie pressed his knee against steve cock. “fuck- eddie ! that was not-” “shhhh.” said the boy, looking to see if someone was entering the shop but it was empty. Too bad for Harrington.

Eddie’s hand got to Steve’s neck, slowly kissing him. “Eddie-” eddie slowly sucked on steve soft skin, making the other boy moan. He pressed his knee against his hard cock, eddie started to feel tight in his jeans too. “That’s not what i call flirting Munson, that’s not- shit- fair !” steve was gripping on the counter, his fingers turning white.

“Well, my definition of flirting isn’t the same as yours big boy.” Eddie was now gridding on steve, both of his hand on each side of his waist, his head in his neck, muffled moans dying on steve’s skin. Steve moved his hands on eddie’s shoulder, tilting his head back, moans and groans escaping his lips. “Fuck this is good.” Steve was about to cum, he could feel it by the way his cock twitched in his pants or by the knot releasing in his stomach. “Munson- wait i’m about to-”

But nothing came. Steve frowned his eyebrows and suddenly, he saw eddie who snapping his fingers, his rings collapsing with each movement. “Harrington dude ! There’s people waiting move.” Steve couldn’t process anything when he felt the boy’s hand on his torso, pushing him away from the counter before whispering something between his teeth, he was visibly angry.

what the fuck just happened?! thought steve, he looked around him, his eyes landing where him and eddie were two seconds ago. He looked back at munson who was putting cash in the cash register. “You-” said steve, pointing his fingers at Eddie before turning around, visibly very confused.

“What, Harrington.” Oh yeah, he was angry. “You’re going to zone out again and stand there like a freaking lamp for another five minutes or are you going to take those tapes and store them in the back room?” Harrington took the tapes and almost run into the back room.

He zoned out ? so what happened was just a dream ?! He looked at Munson again, and sighed. He wish all of that wasn’t a dream, and at the same time, he was relieved it was

because after that, nothing would be the same anymore.

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#eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie smut #steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things scenarios #stranger things season four #steve x eddie #blurbs

[the-iron-orchid]

Rimworld: Arcana, Part 17: The End of An Era

Tsedi has availed himself of this stylish gas mask.

While the others (and the female Megaspider) slept, Holster went out to collect the remains of the male Megaspider, interring him in the limestone sarcophagus he built.

RIP Megaspider, you will be remembered.

...ART!

This unlocks a lot of tech for us... but we won’t be able to implement for a bit, due to components being our limiting resource.

LOOK YOU GUYS

Two fall to our traps, while a third tries to run... Jinana and Holster gunned down Gerador there while she was fleeing, and a third got caught in the traps as she came round from the other side.

With 4/6 dead or downed, the two others coming round start fleeing.

We captured the three raiders who were downed (sadly, one was killed outright by the traps). They were patched up and will be released when they are well enough to walk home. This will improve relations with their faction. When goodwill gets high enough, they’ll stop attacking us. Meanwhile, a victory feast is going on, complete with Party Cougar.

This does seem like the kind of thing to attract Tsedi...

An egg hatched into a chick!

We’ve installed a basic wind-powered water pumping and irrigation system, between that and the Rich Soil we’ve planted in, our crops are growing faster than ever!

Um....

Uhm....yeah, Szilard just went to put Trout the Red Snapper out of his misery, thus providing a large quantity of delicious fish for the colony.

Yet another Boomrat wanders into our trap maze. Fortunately it is raining, so the fire went out quickly.

Sorry, buddy, but your cougar-fathering days are over. we already have one cub and two more pregnancies, that’s a LOT of fucking cougars.

Say good-bye to your nuts, buddy...

This will be a nice addition to the future greenhouse! Chocolate makes people happy, and it sells very well.

Oh no! The last set of raiders destroyed the hive, which is the primary source of food of the giant insects. As a result, the female megaspider died of malnutrition once she used up the supply of raider corpses. RIP.

(You can see she also got into the Chemshine at some point, lmao)

Jinana inters our insectoid hero in the sarcophagus s/he built with hir own hands, right next to the other Megaspider.

Truly a fine resting place. Press F to pay respects.

What this means for us that by putting up barriers at the red lines, we can now control the entire area south and east of them, into and including the caverns where the insects used to patrol.

This means that we now control a good half of the map. Fuck yeah!

#Jenjamin plays Rimworld #...honestly y'all should know the warnings by now

[pajorko]

I rewatched the video of Kulles Kalauer with Sveni and Feli and translated it for you, hope you have a nice evening

K: Welcome to today’s episode of „Kulles Kalauer“. I`m just back from vacation. We`re playing a game. A anti-joke challenge that we call „Kulles Kalauer“. Beneath your seats are water bottles, you can take them now. Cover the tags, it would be covert advertising, no one should see that we`re drinking ***. Open your bottles, fill your mouths up properly.

K: What`s white and watches through a keyhole? A fitted sheet (= Spannbettlaken, a Spanner is a peeper)

K: Well, that was just for getting started.

K: What does a bomb do in a brothel? Puff (= sound of a small explosion and also a casual word for brothel)

*Laughing hard*

K: Okay, I`m gonna put a tick behind this one. Now we continue.

S (to Feli): At least mine hit you in a spreaded way, but you have completely hit me.

K: I think that was on purpose.

S: I think so too. All right, Felicitas.

K: You don´t have to screw the lid every time, you´re gonna open it again in a moment anyway. Well. What sits in a tree and waves? A „Huhu“ (mix of huhu as a casual word for saying hello and Uhu which means eagle owl)

K: What’s red and stands at the side of the road? A ****. Okay, we’re gonna put a minus next to this one.

Feli almost spits out her water.

K: I have to use your current state. What does a gay worm do in the salad? He throws out the snails (snail = Schnecke which is a nickname like chick to call women) This joke also isn´t well received.

Feli + Sveni giggling.

K: The last words of a front seat passenger: The right side is free.

K: You don`t have anything left in your mouth, do you?

K: Two men are talking: Have you ever ****** your wife in the other hole? Are you crazy, she might get pregnant then.

K: Svenja Huth and Ewa Pajor at the bar. „Two shots.“ „I see that, but what do you wanna drink?“ (Shots = Kurze which also refers to their height, you usually say „klein“, but kurz means short)

(Feli had spit out her drink in the middle of the joke)

S: Seriously, Felicitas, seriously? Your’re laughing at that joke?

S (to Kulle): For me that’s a minus on that one.

K: You didn`t find it funny?

F: I did!

K: I’m gonna write down: Was shit.

K: We have a good quota so far, there was a bit of water involved already.

Feli giggles, spits out water.

K: I didn’t even do anything.

Giggling continues

K: Nice here, isn’t it?

F (to Sveni): The way you look!

K: (starts singing a song by Die Ärzte) Und wie du wieder aussiehst (which means „The way you look“)

F drinks water, immediately starts giggling again and spits out the water

K: Do you want a new bottle? Doesn’t it taste good or what?

K (holds his folder between them): Now concentrate.

F tries to hold it in, but spits the water out again.

K: It’s time for a commercial break.

S: Excuse me, but it’s already 6:1, isn’t it?

K: We still have seven (jokes), no, eight.

K: Mommy, can I play with grandpa? – The coffin stays closed.

K: It has been raining for two days and my wife keeps staring sadly out the window. If it goes on like that I`m gonna have to let her in.

K: What`s white and bothers you when you eat? An avalanche.

K: A while ago we had a similar one: What’s red and bad for your teeth? A brick.

K: What´s white and is able to fly? Biene Majo (mix of Maya the Bee and mayonnaise) That one’s also shit.

S+ F giggle.

K: How do you castrate a refrigerator? Open the door, take out the eggs (=nuts), close the door.

They`re shaking their heads.

K: What´s long, vibrates and makes women scream? A chain saw.

K: What to you call the testicles of a pastor? Holy cow. (Heiliger Bimbam)

K: It´s the last joke now. I´m gonna say it now. Last time we had to bleep it. A nun went to a doctor. Young lady, you´re pregnant. **************************** Come, let it out, it was the last one.

S + F spit their water in each other´s faces.

S: It´s not like I didn´t already have enough of your water in my face. Kulle didn´t get his share oft he water at all.

K: I`m sweating. Also I`ve got technical devices on me. I´m not allowed. You have to talk to Felix about it, I´ve got nothing against it.

Wow, thank you so much! It was already translated by @nooneinparticularr, but I love seeing another take on it, because jokes can be translated in very different ways. Great job, you're so nice 💚💚💚

Here's the video:

#askjorko #wob subbed #vfl wolfsburg frauen #feli rauch #svenja huth

[mythgirlimagines]

DVHS Reread: Chapter VI.I

"What do you think we're going to find in there? An actual hideout for the mastermind?" It appears to me that even though Yoshida is talkative normally, she becomes more so when she's tired. Given the silence of the halls, it's not necessarily a bad thing right now. "Or something more sinister? Like the bones of the headmaster?"

I blanch at her, almost stumbling up the stairs. "What are you talking about?"

She thinks for a second before answering. "I dunno. It seems like the kind of thing that would be revealed right about now."

This, of course, is a reference to DR1.

An ominous phrase if I've ever heard one. I actually think I got a chill down my spine when she said it. Something like that would never happen, though. Not even here. At least, I don't think it would. I hope it wouldn't. "Your mind goes to strange places."

"We're in a strange place, it's past midnight, and I'm tired. Why isn't your mind going to strange places?"

...That's a good point. "Okay, let's try to keep as much rationality among us as we can. The headmaster's office is closer, so we'll go there first." We're already most of the way up the stairs. My stomach twists against my will, reminding me of the many horrific things that could very well be up here. "This is a good thing, right? Making good of this attempt?"

Yoshida sighs, not looking at me as it turns into a yawn. "Again. Strange place. Past midnight. Tired. Don't care."

And this is just funny, haha.

"There might be an entrance to a secret room here somewhere," she justifies as I watch. "You don't know." 

Yoshida just like guessing these things that happened before is hilarious to me.

"We can't tell much from these, and for all we know, they were faked. I mean, more killing games? I don't remember ever hearing about those. What's next, a megaphone gun? We can't believe pictures." 

Wait for it...

"This is all so stupid," I hear Yoshida mutter as she trudges back over to the bookcase. "Next we're gonna be told that Enoshima chick caused the crap in those pictures and that she's the mastermind here. No fuckin' way. We're not being held here by some bitch I could definitely take in a fight." 

Omg can you imagine if I made Junko the mastermind of this killing game too? I think you all would’ve had my head.

"Ishikawa." Yoshida tugs my arm, but still I don't budge, even with her iron grip, just shy of digging her nails into my skin. "C'mon. This is creepy, and frankly, you're not helping."

I turn my head towards her. She's crying. "Yoshida…"

Her grip loosens just a touch. "We shouldn't be here."

"...The door was unlocked."

She lets go of me completely, wiping at her face. "Dumbass, I meant here. A fucking morgue. With our classmates and friends in there. I mean- what the fuck." She lets out a laugh that's devoid of any feeling. "This situation… It's nuts. We need to make sure we get out of here. I-" She sniffs and rubs at her eyes again. Her cheeks are red and splotchy. "I think this all finally hit me. This isn't the right time for me to break down."

I actually don’t have much to say for this part apart from: I like it.

I bite the inside of my cheek softly. There's no mistaking that I know many more of the names here than anyone else left. I might've known more than anyone who's died, too. "This doesn't help us much, given our situation. They're just names and faces. What's next?"

I enjoyed getting to write in Abe’s POV so late into this, where I could drop more clues when I wanted to.

"There's nothing under the sheets or something?" Nakamura asks, moving around me to check.

"Who would put something under their sheets if it's important?" Aoyama asks, though he still watches as Nakamura pulls the sheets back. Tucked neatly underneath, half under her pillow, are a couple pieces of paper. "Son of a bitch. Did Yoshida give you some of her luck?"

Nakamura shrugs, a small look of pride hidden away in his face. "I don't know, it felt...familiar. And it worked, so I'm not complaining."

Nor am I, though I know that wasn't just luck.

This, too, is a reference to DR1, specifically that one part of - I think it was Chapter 5? Where Kyoko put something under her sheets and I think Makoto found it.

Instead, I focus on the picture; the girl in it has long pink hair and a practiced smile. The latter of which would only be obvious to the trained eye. I move onto the next paper; it's blank, but has a picture attached to it of Yasu and the girl in the picture. It was obviously taken years before, probably when they were both in elementary. There's no mistaking that it's them, even that young. Where I expect to be more questions beneath the picture are simply dots of graphite on the page; Yasu must've thought twice about writing them down for whatever reason. That was likely a smart decision.

"What do you think that means?" Aoyama wonders, his eyes bouncing between the profile and the picture. "Does it mean anything?"

"I don't know," I lie.

Kotoko!!

As we leave the room, I throw a glance over my shoulder at the camera. It's late, so they're probably sleeping right now, or busy, but…

...I hope they're watching. I hope I've done enough to meet their expectations of me.

<3 but also this is vague if only to try tricking some people into thinking he’s the mastermind lol

#dvhs #dvhs reread #dvhs spoilers #camila ishikawa #etsuko yoshida #fumito abe #nozomu aoyama #ikuo nakamura #danganronpa #fangan #swearing

[kiridarling]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮.

(ft. panty-stealing, cum-filled boxers, tipsy!shinsou and f!reader)

—ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴ 𝟷𝟾+ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀.

→ poor boy doesn’t know what’s going on :(

→ you’re the new girl and he just cannot tell what makes you different from the others! You wear the same uniform as mina and yet your thighs distract him in the middle of mr. aizawa’s lecture. you and uraraka use the same shampoo and yet your scent is the one he tries to remember, late at night when the moons high in the sky and everyone on his floor are halfway through their rem cycle.

→ either way, iida’s made a grave mistake.

→ because he’s stolen your panties—but technically it’s not his fault because you accidentally dropped them in the common room while doing laundry—but now iida has them and he can’t return them now, can he? no, no. that’d be even worse.

→ ...and they smell like you a bit.

→ and iida’s truly got to he some kind of heathen, because now he’s hard (yes he knows what that is, despite what denki says behind his back) and maybe iida’s undoing his belt, and maybe he’s wrapping your panties around his cock that’s already soaked with precum and that plus the spit in his palm provides enough friction to make his thighs clench.

→ and—oh no. he likes this. he likes this a lot.

→ and when iida closes his eyes, he can pretend its you. he can pretend he’s got you sat in his lap, panties pulled to the side and chest bare to his disposal, so it’s not his fault when he can’t quite...keep quiet.

→ at the end of the day: iida cums harder than he ever has in his life, and ojiro wants to move floors.

→ and...iida’s keeping the panties. sorry, y/n.

𝐃𝐄𝐊𝐔.

→ down, down boy.

→ kacchan’s sick today. and usually that has izuku doing backflip after backflip because finally, he can see the chalkboard that’s usually blocked by kacchan’s big ass head (not that he’d ever say that aloud), but today? today is bad.

→ you’re all in ectoplasm’s class, which would be fine, but he had to pick you out of all people to write everyone’s answers to the homework on the chalkboard.

→ aka—izuku’s subjected to watching your tits, ass and thighs jiggle as you jump in attempt to reach the top of the board, and he is not okay.

→ he’s hard. very hard. and it wouldn’t be that difficult to just...

→ izuku hisses when he grinds his palm against his cock because it feels heavenly, and gods, this is rediculous—him, a third year, the next symbol of peace, and he’s palming himself in the middle of class because he can’t help himself.

→ the view is perfect though...

→ uraraka says something and it has you jumping, and izuku has to resist the urge flutter his eyes because the friction in his pants along with the view is just heavenly.

→ and...maybe izuku can get away with this. sure walking around with cum stained boxers might suck, but if he can jus—

“midoriya, what’s the answer to number ten?”

→ izuku jumps in such a way the heel of his palm digs into his cock perfectly and it has the greenette biting back a whimper, before izuku has to scramble though all his papers because he’s wholly and utterly unprepared.

“u-uh, number ten? um, w-well let’s um, lets see...uh fifteen! fifteen is the u-uh, answer to number—number ten.”

→ you giggle before returning your attention to the board. your skirt flutters and izuku swears he sees the red lace of your underwear, but the thought is enough to have him groaning under his breath.

→ gods. you’re going to be the death of him.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔.

→ shinsou needs to stay far, far away from you.

→ he’s having borderline mineta-type thoughts—a statement absolutely no one wishes to say—and they’re about you, the new pro hero everyone’s been raving about. and goddamit, shinsou’s about to make himself go blind so he doesn’t have to look at you on literally every other billboard in musutafu. seriously, he’s going nuts.

→ so, (without explaining the whole story, obviously) shinsou goes to denki for help. because at the end of day, denki’s kind of a pro at these things right? not in the getting chicks department, persay, but you catch his drift—shinsou’s trying to forget, not chase.

→ ultimately: denki’s useless.

→ shinsou decides that he’ll just drink and forget. he’ll go home and pull out the whiskey in the cupboard he keep for special occasions, turns on reruns of his favorite show, and just forgets.

→ or he thought he would, until he accidentally presses on the remote and the tv switches to the news channel.

→ shinsou blinks and—oh look, you’re on the fucking news. of course.

→ but he doesn’t dare move to change the channel. he just sits there, tipsy, and watches you kick some semi-small time villains ass on tv.

→ you look good. good enough to make him want to...no. no, no, no—that’s not a good idea, a very no good one—

→ but the camera angle switches, and its a closeup that highlights your, um, curves, and it has shinsou saying fuck it, shuffling out his grey sweats until they’re mid-thigh and whipping out his cock in a flash. (because who the hell wears underwear inside the house?)

→ silently reassuring himself that this is fine and completely normal, that people probably do this all the time, before spitting in his palm and relaxing into the couch.

“fuck, princess...”

→ and when you ask him if he saw you on tv at the agency tomorrow, shinsou doesn’t quite know how to respond.

i was feeling very...um, italic-ly today, teehee. hope you enjoyed it!

— sun

#— 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 #— 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 #— 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 #bnha smut #iida smut #deku smut #shinsou smut #iida headcanons #deku headcanons #shinsou headcanons #bnha headcanons #iida x reader #deku x reader #shinsou x reader

[r0und3bitch]

Twin Flames ❤️‍🔥: Part 3 - Chains Around My Demons

Series Masterlist

Part 3 Soundtrack

Warnings: swearing, excessive drug use, overdose, mentions of death. 

Word Count: 8.4k

Notes: Fair warning, parts of this are heavy. ❤️❤️‍🩹💔I promise the end is nothing but fluff though! Buckle up besties, Part 4 is going to be NUTS. Honestly the story really goes balls wild after this so prepare yourselves in general! Please let me know what you think, love you all so very very much! 

“Well look who finally decided to show up!”

All of the boys turn towards where Topper is yelling, seeing Noah speeding hazardously, weaving the golf cart through the other people out on the course, earning a few shouts and yells in the process.  

Rafe just chuckles as he pauses from teeing up as if he has all the time in the world… like there aren't at least three other groups behind them, patiently waiting…

“My bad, boys…” Noah’s flying out of the cart now, pushing his dark locks out of his face as he almost sprints over. “Thought tee time was at noon, not eleven!”

His face was stained pink, sweat beading down his forehead already in the morning heat as the sun started to peek through the clouds.

“Eli’s been swinging for ya… your loss bro!” Kelce laughs as Noah groans.

“Late Night?” Topper asks him with a wink.

“Ugh… not in the way you think.”

Rafe casually strolls away from swinging to join the conversation. Behind them, the group waiting grows irritated.

“The Hargroves - (registering Toppers confused face) - the people my Dad had in town this weekend. (Topper nods) They’re old family friends. Fucking relentless, dude… they have a son around our age who’s a total fucking twat. Had to listen to him talk about his time at Harvard all fucking night. Jesus Christ…. Thought my sister was going to gouge his eyeballs out all through dinner. They flew out this morning, thank god.”

“So your sister —”

“Yo!” A loud yell comes from the group behind them. “You gonna fucking golf or just sit around like a bunch of chicks talking –”

Rafe swings the golf club out of his hand so fast that it hits the ground with a grotesque thud.

“THE FUCK did you just say!?” He’s already taken a few large strides but is shocked to see Noah’s a few steps ahead of him, his face now beat red as he flies off the rails, ready to go to bat for Rafe in an instant.

“You got a fucking problem, asshole?” Noah’s voice is a growl as his fists ball into the guy's shirt before Rafe can reach him, roughly shoving him back as the guy's friends circle around.

“Yeah, I do, actually!” He looks hesitant though as he clocks Noah towering just slightly over his height.

“You sure about that mother fucker?” Noah’s nose to nose with the guy now as one of his friends attempts to pull him back as he clocks Rafe.

“Yo, dude, stop, do you know who’s son that is?” His friend hisses into his ear, trying to pull him back as he whispers something inaudible.

The guy's face goes slack as Noah laughs rudely. Rafes just behind him, ready to follow on his move.

“No, no. We’re good….”

“That’s what I fucking thought, Bitch.” Rafe hisses as he taps Noah’s arm.

Rafe is no stranger to Noah’s temper, having been in too many fights with him already since their new formed friendship. He knows him well enough now to know that once Noah reaches a certain level, there’s a point of no return.

Noah shoves the guy backward again, ramming him into his friend and he laughs again.

“We good, fellas?” You hear Kelce warn from behind.

“Yeah…” Noah grins and turns back to his friends like he’s having the time of his life. “We’re good…”

Rafe and Noah stride back over to their hole when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, face heating up when he registers not only your name on his screen but the picture too. The picture he’d drunkenly changed your contact ID photo to the other day…

He brings the phone up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Ugh, dude, common!” Topper groans when he sees Rafe answer the phone. “You’ve been up to swing now –”

“Hey…” He can almost hear you smile through the phone.

“Hey! What’s up, Y/N/N?” He asks patiently as his friends have no choice but to stand around and wait. Rafe sees Noah move to grab his club. (“Snooze ya lose, Cameron. Suck it!”)

“Uh, nothing, what’re you up to?”

“Oh, ya know,  just kicking your brother's ass at golf while he tries to just kick everyone else’s ass in general!” Rafe’s keeping it playful even though he’s the one that just instigated the fight.

“Sounds about right… guess that’s why I heard him just fly out of here a bit ago!”

“Yeah, being fashionably late must be a shared Y/L/N trait…”

“Ouch…!”

“Rafe, common, Bro!” Topper yells behind him, the irritation in his friend's voice clear.

“Uh, I can let you go though. I didn’t know you were golfing, it’s –”

“No, uh. What’s up, Y/N/N?” He asks again and there’s a pause on your end.

“Nothing, I was, uh…. Actually, I was going to see if you wanted to grab lunch with me...” Your voice comes out softly; the uncertainty behind it catching Rafe by surprise.

“But like I said, don’t worry about it, I didn’t realize you were golfing or I wouldn’t have –”

“I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes.”

“No, Rafe, really, it’s –”

But Rafe isn’t taking no for an answer. He’s already clocking exactly how many minutes he has to shower back at Tanneyhill, calculating the drive time too so that he can be within your presence within the allotted time.

“I’ll be outside your house in thirty minutes, Y/N.”

“Rafe –”

His final words are reserved for just you, careful to not let his friends, or your brother, hear them.

“See you soon, pretty girl.”

He hangs up the phone, biting back the eye roll he wants to give himself at his own actions.

What the actual fuck is he doing right now? He has not a single fucking clue.

Rafe is already compiling his stuff together when he registers Noah’s all too knowing cocky grin.

“Tell my sister I said hi….”

Topper looks between Rafe and Noah, almost yelling when he finally registers who he was talking to on the phone and why he’s leaving.

“Dude, you’re fucking kidding me right!? You’re actually leaving? We are only on the fourth hole!”

“Noah can fill in for me.”

“Woooohoooo” Kelce lowly whistles. “I truly never thought I’d see the day…”

Rafe rolls his eyes.

“That a girl finally fucking got to Rafe mother fucking Cameron…”

“Has hell froze over?” Eli laughs as he swats Kelce’s arm.

“What happened to bros before hoes?!” Topper drunkenly yells at his friend.

Noah’s cackles as he chugs his beer. “Well he’s landed the queen of all hoes with my sister!”

Topper turns wildly at Noah, questioning him, making him throw his hands up in the air defensively.

“Respectfully! Fuck; she’s my god damn sister, I can say that about her…”

Rafe just shakes his head, surprisingly unbothered by Noah’s comment.

“I’m out, boys!”

“Yeah… out of your damn mind…” he hears Topper groan as Rafe walks away from his friends in haste, eager to reach his truck, each step he takes bringing him closer to you.

       He pulls into your driveway exactly twenty eight minutes later. You’re already sitting out front when he pulls up, his heart fluttering at the fact that you were waiting for him.

His whole demeanor shifts when he takes you in. Each time Rafe sees you, it’s like he’s seeing a new version of you, your wardrobe and fashion choices always fully pulling him in, demanding his complete and undivided attention as they gave subtle clues about the woman they adorned.

Your usual attire is traded today for a pair of cutoff jean shorts and oversized band t-shirt, the look creating a soft glow around you as you hop into his truck, the sun circling your figure like an actual halo.

Shit I should’ve opened her door for her… wait what?!

“Right on time…” you smile as you pull the seat belt over your figure.

Instinctively, he reaches his arm across the back of your seat, unable to look away from you, registering a certain softness to you in this moment that makes him want to pull you closer.

He smiles back as he reaches his hand over to slowly stroke your cheek once with his index finger, shocking both of you before retreating it back to rest on your seat.

“What sounds good for lunch?”

“Mmmmmm…” You purse your lips together thoughtfully as your face scrunches together, taking only a moment or two before confidently replying. “Pizza.”

He can’t help but grin back at you and your complete decisiveness. It’s one of the things that Rafes learning he loves most about you: Your unwavering ability to know exactly what you want.

“I know just the place…here.” He hands you his phone as you hesitantly take it. “Put on some music.”

Your heart swells as you quickly punch in some words and hit play.

He tries to contain himself when he hears the song, unable to help himself as he bites down on his lip.

He knew you’d play Drake….

It’s a short drive to the pizza place.

Only when you hop out of his truck does he register the sneakers you’re wearing…totally offsetting the otherwise laid back outfit he’d scanned earlier.

He’d heard Kelce go on and on about the extremely limited edition release and how astronomically expensive they were, wishing more than anything he could see Kelce’s facial reaction to seeing you wear them.

It’s so uncanningly you, the subtle yet not so subtle “fuck you, I can have whatever I want” flashiness of it all, that Rafe can’t help but scan over your body once again, shamelessly admiring what he’s noticed earlier, only now having a new found appreciation for truly how great the shoes looked with the rest of your outfit.

When you enter, he doesn’t wait for a hostess and instead leads you over to the perfect table as if he owns the place.

It’s a fun place right on the beach that has music posters plastered all over it, seeming like the kind of place college kids would hang out at. There’s a few arcade games and pinball machines along the walls too that look like they’ve seen better days.

“This is definitely the best pizza place on the island…” you smile up at him as a middle aged waitress appears.

“Rafe Cameron!”

“Hi, Helena.” Rafes smile for the woman is warmer than you’d imagine.

“Your usual?” She asks, no pen and paper in sight.

“Yes, please. Oh, and two sides of ranch.”

She eyes him strangely at the request and he just winks at her before looking over to you.

“Anything to drink, sweetheart?” Helena asks you sweetly.

“Uh, I’ll take a Corona, please.”  

“Make that two…” Rafe adds as Helena nods and walks away. Of course Rafe doesn’t need a fake ID here…

You can’t help but look into his face for a moment. He catches you doing so, sneaking a glance into your eyes a few times but silently stares down at the table while he feels your eyes openly roam his face.

You’re lost in thought on how Rafe fits into a place like this, somewhere that seems to go against the grain of everything he represents. On how the waitress knew his order when you hear his soft voice.

“Hey…” you feel his fingers slide over the soft under skin on your forearm that’s sitting on the table. “Y/N/N…”

His voice is smooth as sunshine as it pulls you out of your thoughts as the world around you comes back into focus, your vision set on Rafes near perfect face.

His eyes, so blue it sends a chill down your spine. His lips, ever so slightly parted, the bottom one slightly puffed out, making you think about how soft it would be between yours, how sweet he would taste…

He smiles knowingly, on to the fact that you’re in a complete daze, your eyes unabashedly raking in his whole face as he happily lets you, enjoying the way your features are so focused on him.

He sees the exact moment you come back to your senses, a quick jolt running through your face, as he sees you shake your head and cough.

Fuck, how long have I been staring at him like that?!

Based on the way his eyes are set on you, you’re assuming way longer than you’d hoped.

“What’re you thinking about…” he asks softly.

How every single part of your stupidly perfectly sculpted face is making it so hard to concentrate. How good it would feel to run my hands through your hair, to rest them on either side of your face as your lips finally touched mine - OH MY GOD, STOP!

You suck in a deep breath to try and shake the thoughts away, no easy feat when you realize his fingers are still neatly resting on your arm on the table.

There's about a million things running through your mind but land on what’s directly in front of you.

“So, you’re like a regular here, huh?”

He laughs but there’s something reserved about the smile he gives you.

“Yeah I guess you could say that… I’ve been coming here for as long as I can remember…”

“Kind of surprising…” you say as you glance around at the various posters, all crooked and hanging on by a thread, the interior of the building having lived through a lot of memories. “Doesn’t really strike me as your kind of place.”  

More out of habit than anything, Rafe begins to fidget with the bracelet on your wrist as he smiles up at you, surprised by how ready he’s able to release the words.

“My mom loved this place. Used to bring us here a lot when we were little…”

Your lips part as you stare blankly into his face that’s so intensely set on yours, unsure of what to say. For not having a mother of your own, you’d think you’d be way less awkward in situations like this, but nonetheless, his words leave you stunned, not even remotely sure what your next words should be.

“I still bring Wheezie here a bit… mainly take out though. Like I said, best pizza on the island…” he smiles down at you again.

“That’s uh, that’s really sweet of you.”

Rafe’s face falters for a moment.

“I’m sure she appreciates that more than you know…”

He laughs easily. “I’m sure she’s appreciative in her own Wheezie way. She’s tough to gauge –”

“No I meant…” you cough, glancing away from Rafe’s gaze. “I meant, I’m sure your mom appreciates that… if you said she loved this place…”

Time stops for a moment as you watch Rafe’s eyes melt into a look you hadn’t seen before, your own words now leaving him stunned. No one ever really talked about his mother, let alone still referred to her as a once living and breathing person.

You offer him an encouraging smile, seeing the way your words are affecting him. Rafe never talks about his mother to anyone so he’s surprised when he feels his mouth moving on its own accord again.

“I hope she does…in some ways I think it’s harder on Wheezie when I bring her here. She was too young. It’s hard to miss someone you never really knew…”

Rafes feels too safe in the moment to register his choice of words until it’s too late. The second they leave his mouth, he looks at you in panic. You register the moment his eyes go wide, wanting to punch himself in the face, as he now grows worried.

Little information has been shared with him but he knows your mother died shortly after having you and Noah.

What the fuck. Why would you say that to her?!

“I didn’t mean that –”

He looks terrified as you quickly reach for his arm now, gripping it tightly.

“Rafe, it’s okay. For real. You’re right.” He regrets ever opening his mouth when he has to hear you say the next words, no matter how truthful they are for you. “It is really hard to miss someone you never knew…”

His heart drops to his feet.

At that moment Helena comes back with the beers, setting one in front of each of you before delivering the most delicious looking pizza you’d ever seen in front of you.

Rafe watches as your eyes go wide, taking in the sight, smiling like an idiot at the action.

“Holy shit…” you’re practically drooling as you take in the toppings.

“So your usual is…”

“Double pepperoni with Jalapenos on half. Wheezie can’t handle any spicy food at all. I order it more out of habit than anything, even if she’s not eating it…”

For some reason knowing this little unnecessary tidbit of information makes your chest feel warm, heat rising in your face thinking about the obvious care Rafe puts into his relationship with Wheezie, someone you’re growing to care about yourself.

As you stare at the pizza slice Rafe is grabbing, and setting on your plate, a memory floats to the surface.

“Hey, do you remember a week or two ago at Kelce’s when we were talking about best drunk foods –”

Rafe steps in to finish your sentence.

“And you gave a fifteen minute speech about the significant difference between regular ass pepperoni and the beloved “grease cups” as you called them that curl up….”

Your mouth fully falls open and Rafe feels entirely too proud to be able to shock you like that.

“Yeah, I remember…” He grins at you as he slides the plate and sides of ranch over to you as you stare hungrily at the curled up pepperoni topping the pizza.

You grab the bigger slice of the two and bring it to your mouth, taking an entirely too big bite as you reach for a napkin.

“Holy fuck…” It arguably might be one of the best pizzas you’ve ever had.

“I know…”

Rafe has never, by any means of the words, been someone who holds real conversation. Sure, he bullshits around with the guys, he can work a room when in business meetings with his father and had absolutely no problems charming the hell out of any girl he wanted with his words. He’s beginning to realize that it’s completely different when it comes to you, though.

He doesn’t ever find silence between the two of you uncomfortable but instead finds himself wanting to fill it with words. Questions he’s mulled over, thoughts that have protruded his brain since the last time he saw you, memories he wants to tell you about.

It’s an unfamiliar feeling… to be so genuinely interested in something the way he had become taken over you. He’d often find himself wondering what you were up to throughout the day and had become less hesitant to pick up the phone when those feelings started to consume him.

He took a half of a second to pick one of the many thoughts swirling around in his brain as you two began to eat.

“So I hear you had a thrilling weekend… Harvard grad was it?”

You rolled your eyes heavily and swallowed the bite of pizza.

“Oh my god… that fucking twat!” You shook your head, “Did Noah tell you –”

Rafe listened intently as you launched into a story of your animated weekend with the Hargroves, fully giving the backstory of your family's long and entwined history. How your father and Mr. Hargrove had grown up together, eventually making a name for themselves within their wealthy rooted families around the same time frame. Their son, Nate, was the epitome of pretentiousness. You’d been forced to spend far too much time with the arrogant boy in your past, listening to him drone on and on about all the amazing things he was going to accomplish and all of the great things his relatives had achieved to lead him to this moment.

Rafe listened intently as you went on, asking all the questions that came to his mind in the process. It was a new feeling when you felt an unfamiliar blush creep up onto your cheeks the more you talked to him. You were by no means shy, especially not with Rafe at this point. You’d found it extremely easy to be in his presence, to talk freely with him. Yet, with each simple question he would ask, you’d feel the pink stain on your cheeks burn a little brighter.

After your third piece of pizza, you had to accept defeat.

“That was…. I think you’re right, best pizza on the island by far.” Yow throw your napkin over your plate.

“Glad you liked it.”

“Hey Rafe…” his eyes immediately lift when he hears the way you’re saying his name. “You know you really didn’t need to leave golfing with your friends though, right?”

He laughs but regrets it when your face remains the same, set in a serious way with your eyebrow furrowed.

“Y/N, it’s really not that big of a deal. I golf with them all the time. It was just us dicking around on the course. And Noah squaring up with some dude - kind of my fault though –”

“Sounds about right…” you look up at Rafe and your eyes are twinkling mischievously, making him inhale deep.

“You didn’t have to leave your friends to come see me, though.”

His easy response seems like the most obvious answer.

“I’d rather be with you, anyway.”

Totally not recognizing the significance until the words leave his mouth…. the embarrassment, the tension he expected to feel after never comes…

For as much as Rafe is fully aware he can fly off the handles at any moment, he’s truly shocking himself by how grounded he’s stayed this entire time. He’s finding it hard to have his usual fight or flight response when this seems so wholeheartedly right.

You can feel the energy coming off of Rafe and it’s shocking you. Whereas he seems entirely too calm and collected, his words have hit you like a bus, all but too aware that your raw emotions are written all over your face. Including your now beat red blush that’s sure to stain your face for eternity at this point.

Rafe watches as your lips fully part and then snap closed again, enjoying watching the heat creep into your face as he resists the urge to say something stupid.

As much as his response has thwarted you, you take this as your in to address what you really wanted to talk to him about. To talk to him about what had been eating away at you all weekend. What had consumed your thoughts throughout all of the dinners and meetings you’d had to endure the past few days with the Hargroves and their pretentious son.

“There is, um….” Your gaze shifted between the table and his eyes again. “There is something I kept thinking about over the weekend though…”

He nods for you to continue.

“The other night…”

His mind travels back in time to you cradled against him, the feeling of your soft breath against his neck as you fell asleep in his arms.

“What about it?” He hopes his tone is encouraging and not accusing.

Please don’t say you regret it. Please don’t pull away.

“I… um…” When he sees you puff your cheeks out and shakily release the breath, he can tell how nervous you are.

“Y/N….”

“Well first off I wanted to say thank you…”

He winces slightly but hopes you don’t notice too much.

Thank you?

“Y/N… you really don’t need to thank me for that…”

“Rafe…” he notices the way you'd said his name in the same tone and wondered if you’d noticed too or just did it out of habit.

“You literally found me passed out and incoherent in your bed from taking too many drugs…I think on some level a thank you is in order here.”  

“It’s me, Y/N, you don’t need to be embarrassed –”

He goes to argue back but stops at how soft your voice comes out now, telling him you’re really trying to get something off your chest.

“Rafe…”

You’re trying so hard to make sense of the thoughts you’re trying to say.

“That’s not it…”

Fuck it, tell him. Be honest. Well…. somewhat honest.

“I’m not… I’m not embarrassed about that…”

He wants so badly to question what the fuck that is but you continue talking.

When he hears the deep breath you suck in he knows you’re gearing up to release it all, ready to hear the thoughts that have clearly tormented your brain all weekend.

“Listen, I don’t usually take shit like that…..”

Unsure what to say now that you’ve started speaking, knowing it sounds like you’re excusing your shitty behavior “yeah, I only take the GOOD drugs” realizing how fucking stupid you’d  sound.

Somehow, some way though, he gets it, understanding where you’re going.  

“Sometimes… it all just becomes too much though….” He finishes the thought for you.

“I don’t want to be that kind of person to you, though….”

He shakes his head, not sure if he hears you clearly.

“What do you mean, Y/N/N?” He asks softly.

“The kind of person who’s too fucked up to talk. Who you need to take care of…. Like that.”

Rafe doesn’t miss your clarification at the end, mulling it over in his brain on what exactly you mean by that.

“Y/N….” He’s trying so hard to carefully explain the thoughts aloud that are swarming around in his brain.

“You can be any version of yourself you need to be in front of me, okay? The good, the bad, the ugly. You’re not getting any judgment…. Certainly not from me of all people.” He scoffs.

Rafe feels a sense of pride in the way he was able to, for once in his whole entire life, care for something the way he was able to care for you the other night. He’s unwilling to let that pride go, needing you to know he’ll gladly do it again, over and over if you’d needed him to.

He knows that pain too well to let you suffer alone through it.

You still seem unsure, brows furrowed together, as you look down at the glass in front of you.

“Last summer…”

Holy shit why are you telling her this?

Ignoring the insecure voice in his head, he continues.

“Well… shit got out of hand.”

Your bright eyes were fully on him now, hanging at his every word.

“Listen, I’m not going to sit here and preach to you because…. I get it. I think you’ve been on this island long enough to know the effect it can have…” his eyes are cast downward for only a moment before rising back to you again, intent on ensuring you knew you weren’t alone in this. Even if that meant facing every fear he’s ever had by telling you this. He’d barely even spoken about it since it happened, unsure where to even begin…

“I was… gone. Beyond gone.” He laughed at the memory but there was no humor behind it.

“The partying. The drugs…. I let it consume me… until I was past the point of recognizing myself.”

You wanted to reach out and grab him, or to push that fucking piece of hair back and comfort him but you didn’t move a muscle, keeping your arms folded in front of you, almost protectively, as you’d done since he started talking.

“It wasn’t just me getting into fights anymore. It wasn’t just fun…. It was…” he took a deep breath to try and land on the right word. “It got really fucking ugly. I was in some pretty bad situations…”

“There was one night…. In August.”  

You froze, the sickening feeling rising up within you, realizing where this was going. The guilt was almost too much to bear. But not because you shared in a similar pain… but because you already knew the secret he was about to share with you.

“I was doing anything I could get my hands on at that point. The coke was just the tip of the iceberg….. the booze, the pills, the….”

He takes a deep breath to calm himself, still unbelieving he was saying this to you, literally spilling his darkest secrets in the middle of a pizza shop on a Monday afternoon.  

“Logan was throwing a huge party for one of the girls' birthdays. It was wild. Like…. One of those types of parties that’s so balls to the wall crazy that it only happens once in a blue moon. We’d been drinking all day, completely hammered. I truly can’t remember which I’d done more of, Tequila shots or lines of coke but they both kept coming. The guy I was getting my shit from at the time… real piece of fucking trash from the Cut.”  

Rafe sucks at his teeth menacingly as he remembers Barry’s smug face that night when Rafe had gone to re-up before the party.

“I had just re-upped before but hadn’t done any of the new shit that night, had too much left over from before. We were all fucking coked out of our minds before I even opened that bag.”

His voice grows shaky and he fidgets with the ring on his finger now.

“I had already fucking fought Eli that night…” your eyes grow wide, Eli being one of the most relaxed, easy going people you’d ever met.

“I know…” he falters at your expression. “I was a fucking asshole.” He laughs. “I’m still a fucking asshole –”

“Rafe –”  you jump in to defend him, finally uncrossing your arms as he raises his hand gently.

“Wait, let me finish.”  

He sees that stubborn look in your eye and thinks you’re going to fight back for a second but instead you just give a little shake of your head to encourage him on.  

“Eli’s face had a huge bloody gash on it. My dad was already bailing me out left and right…. No one wanted to be within ten feet of me. I wouldn’t have wanted to be around me.”

The urge to reach out to him or defend him again pulses through you, even if what he’s saying are facts. He’s been so patient with you that you tighten your arms harshly around you as you bite back your tongue.

“Like I said, we were already coked out of our minds but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I opened the other bag and when no one wanted to keep going I-I lost it.”

“Topper tried to calm me down but it was no use, all I could see was red. I pushed him into the coffee table so hard, the glass shattered…. It took a whole group of guys to get me off him…. My best friend.”

The guilt threatens to consume him, risking a look into your eyes. He’d expected to see them wide, maybe surprised or scared at what he’s telling you. Instead, when he looks up into them, he feels that feeling again like warm liquid courage is being pumped into him, encouraging him to keep going, creating a safe space for him to do so even if you’re internally dying hearing it.

“I’d never seen Kelce so mad. Hit me square in the jaw himself. I deserved it though…. Threw my ass in the car and screamed at me all the way to Tanneyhill…”

While he took a pause, you’d known he wasn’t done with his story yet… he hadn’t reached the detail you were already privy to and as you sensed it coming you prayed you’d be able to keep your cool demeanor to not give away your own secrets…

“We almost crashed the car on the way… I was out of control. We’d both been drinking…it was bad…. When we finally pulled up, I ran straight into my bathroom and locked myself in. I’d felt that fucking bag in my pocket the whole way and even though the pills I’d taken hours previously were already kicking my ass…. It didn’t matter.”  

You can do this, Rafe. Keep going. Tell her.

He’d never said these exact details of what happened next aloud to anyone, had hardly let his brain even remotely touch those memories, far too painful to bear.

“I heard Kelce banging on the door but all I had tunnel vision on was the bag I’d dumped onto the counter. The second I did it…..”

Fuck…your stomach clenches trying to block your mind from touching any memories of your own birthday this past year as Rafe reveals it all, hoping you’ll be strong enough to make it through this conversation without losing it.

You’d already all but lost it the first time you had heard it…..

“I was three lines in by the time I knew something wasn’t right… my vision blurred. And the next few minutes… well, I think they’re probably the worst moments of my life…”

“I don’t know what happened first… collapsing… vomiting… the bleeding…”

Breathe, Y/N, breathe.

But you can’t. It’s like all the breath is being sucked from your lungs. It’s like you’re being transported back in time, back to Miami, back to that night, back to your birthday….back to hell.

“It’s all a blur….When I stopped responding…Kelce busted down the bathroom door and found me…. Like that on the floor.”

Rafe spares you the details he’d only heard and remembered in pieces. The convulsing, the vomit he was covered in, the blood seeping from his nose, the gash on his head as he made his way to the floor….

“Topper had blown over to the house, ready to fucking end me for fighting him… he walked into all… he was the one to call 911”

Tell him. Say something. Fucking TELL HIM.

And while there were a thousand words you could say that would only bring your shared connection even further, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, couldn’t bring yourself to admit you’d let it go this far. Not at all willing to cross that bridge yet as to the situations that led you to this current moment.

“The guy I was getting my shit from - Barry, had cut the coke with something intentionally… in retaliation for some deal gone south that I had caused…” his mind only allowing him to touch the thought for a split second. “Had everyone else listened to me and actually started doing lines with me like I’d begged…”

Your stomach turns and you threaten to spill your pizza back up across the table as your mind pieces it together. Rafe has been so strong for you though that you choke it down as hard as you can, no matter the costs. He deserves you to be strong for him, too.

“We’d probably not be having this conversation right now…”

You want to say something so badly but it’s like you’ve forgotten every word in the English language. Spanish too, not that it’d help you in this moment.

“The point I’m trying to make…I’m not that guy anymore. Or at least I try really fucking hard not be like that….”

He looks at you dead in the eye, knowing on some level you need to hear the next words from him so badly.

“But, I’m also not going to sit here and pretend I’m some kind of saint. I’m not… fucking far from it. None of that shit ever really fully stopped…”

His eyes are so gentle as he continues, almost begging you to understand you’re not alone in this.

“I’m still me. The part of me that’s always going to be that way. And you’re you… and that’s more than enough…”

For a moment there’s nothing but silence as the two of you look at each other.

Rafe sees the tears pool in your eyes but you will them not to spill over, refusing to blink or you’ll be done for.

“Y/N…”

That’s all it takes. His voice saying your name. You have absolutely no idea what the hell you’re doing but your body is moving with gravity, it’s pull set on Rafe as he feels you fall into his lap. A few people look around at you two with scrutinizing faces but you both could care less and as you wrap your arms around him.

You wouldn’t let this boy spill his heart out to you without making him know it was all worth it. Without comforting him. Without telling him too, it’s going to be okay. Right?

Before you can however, he’s already whispering into your ear.

“Promise me one thing, though? For real?”

“Hmm?” Afraid he’ll all but hear the tears that are coming dangerously close to spilling over as he presses you closer to him, the feeling incomparable to anything you’ve ever felt.

“You’ll call me next time you feel like that? Like you promised when you left the other day…”

That’s when you feel the first tear fall down your cheek.

“I did…” you choke out.

“What…?”

“I called you today…” and as you guiltily bury your head into his shoulder he feels the tears silently soak through his shirt, slowly realizing what you’re saying.

You called him. You called him on the golf course. You called because…

“Y/N…” his voice is thick with emotion as he makes an attempt to look at you, but you’re unwilling to pry yourself out of the safety of the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry –” the words barely come out.

“Don’t.” His voice is gentle but definitive. Only now realizing in this exact moment that you trust him. He told you to call… and you did.

“I’ve got you, Y/N/N…”

He continues to hold you while you cry into his shoulder in the middle of a pizza shop on a Monday afternoon….

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      The 4th of July was no small event on Figure Eight. It was one of the biggest of the year, just behind Midsummers, an event that sounded as ridiculous as the name.

Every year, Kildare Island hosted a two day carnival leading up to the holiday, ending in a massive firework display for the entire community.

In a town like this, everyone was only talking about the next best thing. Naturally, the only thing anyone had been discussing for several weeks was the carnival and the slew of bullshit that came with it.

The carnival was quite literally picture perfect. A Ferris Wheel, cotton candy, games. All the bells and whistles had been pulled out of the event.

When you all meet up at the carnival, you couldn’t help but b-line to Rafe. Thankfully, he’s next to Sarah so you’re hoping it doesn’t look too obvious. At this point though, you’re not really sure you care what it looks like if you’re being honest.

Sarah pulls you in for her typical, squeezing you to the point of pain hugs that you’ve grown so used to, as she demands you all go on the Ferris Wheel, right now, as the sun is setting in the most perfect way.

You’re thankful you’d remembered to bring your camera as you pulled it out of your bag, capturing some moments of all of you paused at the top of the wheel, the sunset no doubt casting the most gorgeous glow over all of you.  

When you get off, Rafe insists on buying you the cotton candy that’s twirled bigger than your entire head, holding it for you while you take bites out of it when the sugary pieces keep getting caught in your hair.

Sarah narrows her eyes at her brother, him catching her gaze for only a second but still reading the “what the fuck” look she's sending him.

Rafe doesn’t give a shit though. He’s enjoying spoiling you too much to really give a shit about anything if he’s being honest.

Kelce insists they go on a few rides but they only make it through two after Topper starts to look cautiously more green.

You, however, feel like you’re in a dream.

The sounds - the bangs and whistles of the carnival games, the screams of the riders, the faint sound of live music playing in the distance, Rafes voice telling you to hand him the cotton candy stick…

The smells - of freshly popped popcorn, of all the sweet treats wafting through the air, the scent of Rafes aftershave, the scent of him in general, as he moves closer to you, planting an arm around on your waist as he moves to help you safely off the ride…

The sights - the vibrant colors, the moving carnival rides holding passengers moving through the summer night air, the image of Rafe scooting closer to you while at the top of the Ferris Wheel, wrapping a single arm around your neck, using the other to swiftly turn your camera around, taking a selfie of you two as he pulls you closer to him…

Noah goes up to one of the booths for only a moment before coming back with several flasks of booze. Of course…

“Are you guys ready to go sit down for the fireworks?” He asks as he passes the flasks out.

“You guys go ahead… I need to pee.”

“We can wait,” Rafe speaks up.

“We only have a few minutes” Sarah whines, and we have a huge group -”

“Dont worry about it, I’ll only be a second. Go! Find us a spot. I’ll find you in a few minutes.”

You sprint to the bathroom, having drank one too many White Claws already. When you enter the fireworks display area, you realize you’d fully underestimated how big of a crowd there would be. There’s hundreds upon hundreds of people in front of you, panic starting to rise as you realize there’s only moments until it starts. You take several large steps through the crowd, craning your neck to find your friends as several people grow irritated. After a few moments you hear someone yell your name.

Turning, you see Sarah frantically waving.

THANK GOD.

You do your best to weave through the crowd but it’s no use, you’re basically stepping on people as you finally reach them, only to realize there's literally nowhere for you to go.

“Where am I supposed to – ?” The show starts as you hear people get visibly annoyed around you, panic building in you once again.

“C’mere, Y/N/N.”

You gasp lightly as you feel strong hands guide you down to the ground as his now familiar scent gives you butterflies. Every single inch of your body lights up at his touch as Rafe sets you down into his lap, arms wrapping securely around you, the swiftness of it all making you dizzy. You grab at his biceps to sturdy yourself and don’t miss how hard they feel as they grip around you, releasing a deep breath and let yourself melt into him, head lobing lazily back into his shoulder.

Your body feels so good in his lap and while he’s positive you feel it too, he’s him and he needs to hear it. He leans down and whispers into your ear so only you can hear.

“S’this okay?”

You look up at him,eyes wide, as the first firework goes off, lighting your face a brilliant shade of pink before fading to purple. On instinct, you reach up to quickly cup his cheek (his heart squeezes at the touch) as you nod your head up and down to signal “yes” to him over the loud explosions. You can’t help but tangle your arms within his to pull him closer around you, the action both putting him at ease and sending shockwaves to his heart.

Neither of you notice the “HOLY SHIT” look Kelce is currently throwing Topper, watching it all unfold before them. Rafe could give a fuck that everyone he knows his hurdled around him, missing some glares being thrown in your direction. The two of you however might as well be in your own world.

Your head stays leaned back on Rafes shoulder while you gaze up at the sky, closing your eyes for only a second to bask in how fucking amazing this feels to be this close to him, to feel the buzz of his body vibrate against yours, holding each other close as the fireworks go off.

Loud booms fill the air as vibrant colors erupt over the night sky, making Rafe fall in love with you in technicolor, swearing over and over that each new shade illuminated your beautiful face better than the last.

You take an opportunity of momentary darkness from the absence of fireworks to turn your face inward toward Rafe to plant a clear, deep kiss of your lips to the taught tender skin on his neck.

You don’t miss the gasp it elicits or the way his arms tense briefly around you, quickly pulling your lips back before anyone can see but not moving away any further as another firework rips through the darkness.

Staying half nuzzled into the crook of his neck, you press your nose into a new found sweet spot as he feels you trail it up as your lips nearly meet his ear, the action mixed with your warm breath so close on his skin giving him goosebumps all over his whole body.

“You feel so good, Rafe Cameron…”

Your voice is like velvet as he lets your words crash over him. He feels you relax back into him as he glances down to look you in the eye, searching heavily only to be met with that sweet genuine smile. The one that’s conveying all the words needed between you two of you including the ones he needs to hear most.

Your one smile says it all but he decides to twist your entire world and actually speak the words into existence.

“Let me make you feel even better, Y/N…”

No words. No air. No sense. Seconds pass by. Or is it minutes? Everything and nothing is happening at the same time as your brain turns to actual mush at his words. The smile tugging on his lips and his eyes so intently set on you are not helping in the slightest. Rafe can tell by your expression that he’s left you dumbfounded.

Parts of the reality start fading back to him. The fireworks going off, the hundreds of people surrounding the two of you, your brother Noah’s annoying smirking face (that just so fucking clearly says “I TOLD YOU SO, IDIOT” with one look) directly in his line of vision as he takes a quick glance around him.

Several sets of eyes are on the two of you still, somehow meeting Emma’s blazing gaze through it all but he doesn’t bother holding it, not even for a fraction of a second. Instead noticing Kelce and Topper staring at him like he’s out of his mind…

He shifts his gaze back up to the sky, only now realizing the buzz that the two of you had created amongst those around you. He hadn’t noticed in the slightest before that moment, his entire world captivated by the girl now sitting in his lap, giving little else the ability to share her within his brain.  

      On the drive home that night, alone in his truck, Rafe plays your words over and over again on a constant loop in his head.

“You feel so good, Rafe Cameron…”

Rafe Cameron.

Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron.

Your voice saying his name over and over again. The same voice that he’d heard over and over and over again since your first encounter… the first time he’d heard you say it.

“Rafe Cameron.”

Those words had been seared into his brain… they had been on a constant loop in his head ever since. He’d heard it so much that he was willing to admit he started to feel like he was becoming borderline crazy.

He’d hear it throughout the day, at the most random times, living rent free in his brain, even while he was golfing, even in his dreams….

On one particular occasion…fuck…When your voice had become way too much to bear…  jacking off in the bathroom of the club picturing those same exact words coming out of your mouth in an entirely different context. The memory still far too embarrassingly painful to relive, too proud to replay it, even in his own head.

Rafe drives on auto pilot the rest for the way back to Tanneyhill. As he pulls up in the driveway, he gets a sense of deja vu as another memory floats back to him. A memory of getting picked up in this very same driveway only a few months ago…

April:

Noah had just pulled up in the Range Rover at Tanneyhill. Rafe, Topper and Kelce made their way to the car but as Rafe approached the passenger seat, his heart nearly stopped as he registered the voice that was coming from the car speaker.

Your voice.

Noah waved to the guys as he continued the conversation with his sister.

“I don’t even –”

“Noah, come the fuck on, I never ask you for any favors like this… please.”

Noah was ready to give up the moment you said please but surprisingly you kept going. He’s already pulling out of the driveway as the guys look between him and the voice coming out of the speaker, deducting that it had to be Noah’s infamous sister.

“It’ll take you literally ten minutes to drive to the office. Zach was supposed to send me the file before he left but he fucking –”

“Y/N, relax, I’m already on my way…” he laughs.

“Ugh” you groan, expelling a breath. “THANK YOU! You’re a lifesaver. Call me when you have it, I need to –”

“Waittttttt up!” Noah threatens. “What’re you doing, tonight?”

Your breezy laugh fills the car as you register people talking (Topper and Kelce in the backseat, giggling like crazy.)

“Don't worry about it! Call me when you’re there, thanks Noah.”

The call ends as Kelce whistles from the backseat and then makes a whip sound.

“Bro, your sister…”

“Wait…” Topper questions when he sees you all driving towards downtown, where your fathers offices are. “We are already running late to this —”

“Dude, it’s ten minutes, chill… Emma will be ready and waiting for your ass when you get there…” Rafe laughs, as Noah eyes him from the driver's seat.

Topper gags as Kelce pipes up again. “Still though, sisters got ya a bit whipped, huh?”

Noah flips him off, thinking about your imminent presence on this island and the knowing effect it will soon enough have…

“Oh, don’t worry…. she will have all of you wrapped around her finger in no time.”

Rafes' heart sped up for only a second as he gazed out the window towards the night sky. He wasn’t exactly sure how to convey to Noah at that moment that she already did…

She’s had Rafe wrapped around her little finger since the very first night….

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[jae-canikeepyou]

| into you | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

word count: 7.7k+

summary: as the uni campus’ social butterfly, it’s a given you have a lot of friends, invited to almost all gatherings and all adore you. for the latter, jaehyun does too. he’s so into you and likes how you’re his happy place. or; jaehyun— an unsocial, often misunderstood person, finds his behaviour different with you and perhaps wants to keep you for himself, not anyone else.

genre: fluff + elite!au

a/n: i’m back after a while since i’ve been so so busy! this is not proofread again and i’m sorry if there are any grammar mistakes down there :> this is not canon with “letting go” scenario in case there’s any similarities with the characters. hehe anyway i hope you all enjoy reading! ♡ ~j.

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seated at the front row in the amphitheatre-shaped lecture hall, jaehyun frustratingly put his hood back on to hide himself from those who were staring from all around. they were definitely whispering about him, hands by their lips to conceal their voices in case he heard them. he hated this much attention, all because he chose stay of out school and classes— and claimed that it didn’t interest him.

so did coming today.

but the point was his attendance for this class was on the line and his busybody parents were sick of receiving phone calls or mails that kept filling their boxes, all for the same reason; that their son could be expelled despite handing assignments.

he rolled his eyes at the heat creeping up his ears as the whispers grew louder. he slammed the thin granite table, causing everyone to flinch at the sound and his presence. “can i have some quiet?! i can hear you guys talking crap about me!” he turned around at the pairs of eyes, soon frozen like meerkats.

they ticked him off. he couldn’t stand being in the same room with people who repeatedly questioned his existence of being here. he knew that rumours were going around, that the ‘jeong jaehyun’ in high school got into an private elite university— it could be anywhere but never expected it‘d be this campus. it was written in the judgment of their faces.

“chill man,” a guy his age swung his lollipop with legs on the desk. “some are curious why you decided to show up today since first semester’s a week away from ending, while some even wonder why you got into such prestigious and elite university.”

jaehyun’s eyed him slowly from legs to head. “who are you supposed to be?” he snorted at the stranger.

“just a guy who wants to break the distraught you’re trying to start.” he kicked his legs off the desk and stood up on his suede shoes, showing off his pearly whites.

he looked at everyone whose eyes averted from the two of them. “our town’s a small neighbourhood, so everybody knows everybody. we know exactly who you are, jeong jaehyun.”

“excuse me?” he swirled his tongue that it was evident he was pissed. “careful what you accuse me of. you and i both know it’s not going to end well-”

“they’re near they’re near!” a voice echoed the hall, cutting jaehyun’s attempt to intimidate the young man any further.

and with that signal alone, jaehyun could see and observe ladies fixing their hair and make-up, while the guys gave fistbumps to those near them. he rolled his eyes at him returning the favour to them as the guy unbuttoned his collar. “what’s wrong with you?” jaehyun was utterly weirded out. “with everyone?”

the crimson-haired guy only gave a flirty grin with raised brows. “this happens everytime.“

the door swung open with the professor rushing in. the students swifted heads, it wasn’t the first time he ever was late. he was young and good-looking, and it was hard to believe he still a bachelor. he gestured someone at the door, then the held-in giggles and mumbles were soon replaced with whispers of awe, as you walked in carefully with a tower of binder folders halfly covering your view.

clearly the guys around him have been secretly admiring; some had the confidence of taking selfies even if you were far, while others took a picture with their eyes so you were marked in their memories. ladies flocked towards the flustered professor like little chicks and surrounded him.

and that’s when the comments started coming in.

“park seojoon is so hot.” “hey remember to use ‘professor’.” “i guess genes runs in the family.” “his sister is ethereal too.” “i see her weekly and y/n’s a goddess.” “y/n! are you coming to the party tonight?”

jaehyun knew who you were through social media and common friends. and he included himself part of the people who admire you. he also remembered because he bumped into you during orientation. he wouldn’t usually care about passerby’s and strangers and although that was a brief moment and short eye contact, something about you was hard to not forget. you had people and friends under a charming spell he couldn’t describe, and that was in a good way.

you tucked a strand behind your ear and became shy afterwards as they whistled and cheered towards your gesture, making you heat up a thousand degrees higher. you should be used to this but every time it happens, you were just as flustered as your brother.

jaehyun’s legs got up on its own and was surprised at himself for making his way to help you. he picked up the fallen binder files and scattered papers while the whiskers by your eyes creased up in shyness.

he hitched a breath realising that the clumsy you was adorable too.

“thank you.” a smile then appearing at the corners of your lips caused jaehyun to freeze for a while. yuta wouldn’t miss anyone’s reaction. he slid his chair close to jaehyun’s as the he came back, nudging his chair for him to give into your beauty.

“i know a person with heart eyes when i see one. now you understand why we’re whipped for y/n. isn’t she a babe- agh.” he held the back of his head from the smack.

“don’t call me that, nakamoto.” you hissed sharply with how confident and careless he could get, especially with people you weren’t familiar with. you looked at the guy in a black sweater and let out an embarrassed sigh. “i’m sorry about my annoying best friend. yuta tends to be chatty when he feels lonely.” you winked at him.

it was jaehyun’s turn to flash short chuckle, its faint sounds perked not only your ears, but yuta’s as well. “not a problem. i know a lonely person when i see one.” jaehyun emphasised through his gaze.

“i’m not lonely! i have y/n and my men!” he whined and turned towards you. “see what you did y/n?”

“it’s good to finally see you, jeong jaehyun.” you ignored yuta and brought out a hand for a greeting.

you pursed your lips to stifle a laugh, jaehyun’s ears quickly turned from pink to red. he gulped loudly and took your hand in his, eyebrows lifting at how you knew his name.

lost for words and you both locked eyes where he forgot to let your hands go. “we take the same course together? i know your name because you’re the only one missing from the class-” you said, shaking his hands to subtly let him know it had been a minute since your hands felt his vainey flesh.

“okay young lad that’s enough time holding my sister.” seojoon separated your hands and jaehyun snapped out of his admiration, inhaling quite stressfully with how stupid he looked. “get to your class y/n.”

“alright, i’ll see you at tea hour.” you waved at the boys.

“as long as you’re treating i’ll go.” yuta hummed in a monotonous voice, fixing his laces that went untied.

“i’m not talking to you dimwit.” you flicked his forehead, leading to your satisfaction of the nut-like sound from it. “jaehyun, because you missed yesterday’s class, prof assigned me to assist you, along with the other topics you’ve yet to cover. i’ll be expecting you at the café near campus.”

before you stepped out of the hall, yuta pulled your sweater, yanking you back. “are you going to taeyong’s party tonight? you never miss an event!”

you puckered your lips, pinching his cheeks that a cute gummy smile came out from it. “you know my rules. as long as you’re driving me home, i’ll go. see you later.”

jaehyun nodded yet was still in a daze. he realised what you said when yuta pushed him. “gross. don’t act as if we’re already close.”

“hm? was i really? i think it’s normal when you’re making a move on my best friend.” he brought out his laptop and typed his password.

i wasn’t. “whatever.”

and to say that jaehyun didn’t feel butterflies flying uncontrollably in his stomach would be an understatement. they made the intestine churn in ways he couldn’t imagine, and he himself wanted to deny that what he was feeling was just from the influence of others. but wouldn’t that mean his feelings were temporary? because if it were, he should perceive you an ordinary person.

yet here he was outside, still admiring you before he entered the café. he found it was amusing of how oblivious you were of his presence— you were too immersed into this assigned task by professor, but others found it funnier when jaehyun looked stupidly in-love and cowardly the lad looked, despite having the overall aura of a stuck-up.

as the sun’s rays brightened the city and the wind’s breeze made the trees leaves dance, only then had you raise your head to see jaehyun waving at you. ten minutes early, not bad for an actual first impression. “hey,” he greeted, making you smile with his low but gentle voice. “am i late?”

you took your bag from across and asked him to sit down. “no no. you’re just in time, it’s really nice to have an early bird around.”

his dimples deepened at the compliment. “how about the project? is it too late? you think i can still catch up?” jaehyun cleared his throat.

“that depends on your dedication. based on the record professor gets, you’ve been doing your tasks and homework quite diligently. he’s just worried about your habit of not attending his lectures might lead to procrastination when second semester starts.” you gave him a slice of cheesecake to eat. “he’s still teaching us another subject.”

“it’s quite the contrary.” he dove in for the dessert. “i don’t have the will to procrastinate at all.”

“then good.” you twisted the pen in your fingers. “let’s get started?”

for that span of two hours, how he wished it could be more. who knew you would have a lot of things in common with him? that time alone was not enough to talk about vinyl and jazz singers and pretty much everything that were overlooked by people. he brought up his favourite spots in the city and how they became a safe haven to escape the reality.

to cut the explaining short, his shell slowly started to open, bits and new things were showing. if you were surprised he was a good person, jaehyun himself couldn’t believe he was able to converse with people normally. being the awkward and shy type, doing this almost seemed impossible.

was it your magic that caused him to do so?

you learnt that jaehyun was rather special and by special it meant he had gifts that you believed were way beyond human limits. he never studied in a library, rewatched lectures or written his notes. and the professor mentioned how jaehyun received good grades in most of the things he submitted.

to be very honest, you were a little jealous. from how he was sitting in front of you, he didn’t seem to be interested but was definitely listening. and you sort of gave up in continuing anyway. “i don’t understand why i’m told i need to guide you when you’ve already caught up with everything.” you let out a soft chuckle that seemed more of a question.

“i was waiting for you to stop..” jaehyun said quite blatantly and stretched his arms and you were hurt because if he didn’t want to, he could’ve said so. heck, even more so, he shouldn’t have come here and wasted time-

“..because it looked like you were forced to do this by prof.” his smile then faded seeing you mirror the same. “are you alright? you’re a little pale..”

your eyes widened. “oh uh, sorry, i assumed-” you sputtered and probably died inside with what he said. you cursed in your mind. dammit y/n.

jaehyun raised his brows, making you more flustered and panicky. you sighed and waved your ‘its-nothing’ hand. “assumed that i’m brusque and a stuck-up?”

he pierced his eyes at you and you weren’t going to lie, he scared you a bit. but that fear immediately disappeared when a gentle giggle and adorable dimples replaced it. “i get that a lot, but don’t worry. i’m different from what people think. they think i’m not friendly, a-and a loner too.”

“you’re not.” he heard you counter him, slightly slamming the fork down. “if you were, you wouldn’t be here with me. or even bothered to come.”

his heart became warm through your words, that act of kindness torn down his walls of inferiority and his perception towards people changed. “thanks.” he checked the time on his watch and twisted his wrist to show to you. “don’t you have a party to attend to?”

“lee taeyong’s?” you stood up to leave the café. “i feel like skipping it for tonight. i’m not in the mood for parties somehow.”

“because i’m a better company for you?” jaehyun teased and boy was he proud with his remark, you didn’t even deny it. “you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to. it’s better to have time for yourself sometimes.”

“you’re saying from experience?” you asked, putting pressure on your words about his claim of being alone.

“it’s more of an advice for you.” he winked.

you thought he was quite observant even though he barely socialised with others. he noticed the light in your eyes sparkling, in which he felt his chest squeeze. you twirled in your toes as you hugged your laptop. “say.. are you up for a movie marathon?”

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including now, it’d be the fourth time you both have rewind the specific scene just for that certain song jaehyun kept singing nonstop. and although you loved his voice, having the song on replay would be a little too much and the purpose of the marathon might go in vain. it seemed jaehyun was way into it, so interrupting him would be mean of you so you sang along.

“the nostalgia still hits me ‘til this day.” jaehyun tossed a bag of chips from your kitchen island to you.

jaehyun kept saying it may sound stupid and corny coming from him, but as a child he liked the whole high school musical series; and he pretty much became one when breaking free started to play.

because you both couldn’t decide where to watch the beloved movies by everyone, the marathon ended up being at your apartment. it was subtle, yet quite obvious to you he didn’t want it to be held in his place. you thanked your psychology course for giving lessons to notice even the little things in behaviour.

“how many times do i have to keep telling you it’s okay to like it? not like anyone would tease you for it.” you giggled as you opened the bag and popped a couple of chips into your mouth.

“yeah sure, but i know you would.” he squinted his eyes for you to admit that that was your plan eventually.

“have i?” you singsonged, sipping on the large cola cup.

he pointed at the hairbrush you held and suddenly you bursted out in laughter since jaehyun was obviously— maybe a little— offended with how you mimicked him singing earlier. “okay you caught me.”

jaehyun felt his entire body heating up. still in denial about actually being into you, he took a challenge upon himself and scooted next to you. his arms slightly brushed and touched against yours. “you in for hsm 2?”

“well we are having a marathon, might as well go for camp rock later.” you shrugged and eyed him with a confirming gaze.

“uh-huh.. but i’m still a fan of the trilogy.” jaehyun stole the chips in your hands.

“now aren’t you cheeky.” you gasped at his playful behaviour, and you didn’t dislike it. perhaps you prefer this naught over yuta’s as it didn’t get into your nerves or have the urge to hit him because of the hyperness.

he sat deeper into the beanbag. “i’m comfortable in here. your house feels too homey.”

“so is it my fault that you’re in your comfort zone?” you stated, taking the bag of chips back into your arms.

“yes.” he protested with frequent waves of his palms. “you’re too kind and i might come here to visit often.”

“suit yourself.”

since he arrived here it had him wondering, why did he decide to show up today at campus when there was actually a pure human being like you? he just needed a person— just one— to knock onto his heart. yet with many people in his life trying to do the same thing, none held the correct key. and somehow,

it had to be you.

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you’ve lost count of the number of times jaehyun has been hanging at your crib since then. it became a normal routine but never have you been to his place. it was always yours and you didn’t mind that. though he did promise, you respected his decision.

you found out he could be little dorky and corny but that was the unique trait about him. like friends at kindergarten, you both were still at a get-to-know-each-other stage. so that day, he created a schedule where he would hang out with you on wednesdays and fridays, claiming that he didn’t want to be seen by others, e.g. mr. nobody with ms. golden girl.

however, since then, people close to you have been looking at you rather differently. it wasn’t because they sometimes see jaehyun following you around, they sensed a different aura from you. you could feel their piercing stares from all directions, as if you were the centerpiece of a watch. there was something a little different than usual.

and you tried to ignore this ominous feeling for now.

yuta shook his legs vigorously, in which was an unsightly act to see for someone on the soccer team. you could see him from afar with his hands by his lips, biting it as he waited for your arrival at the university’s sports ground. jaehyun jogged towards you with his bag slung diagonally across his torso. he poked your neck and as a person with severe tickle spots, that caught you off guard into a fight-me position to the doer.

“chill, it’s just me.” jaehyun had both of his hands up, whiskers appearing just by the sides of his nose.

“jaehyun!” you relaxed your limbs. “got a better way of greeting? i don’t like being surprised.” you pulled the hem of his sleeve, missing how he pursed his lips in glee when you both instantly became close, like it was overnight.

he let you grab him as you both walked towards where yuta was standing by the bleachers. “i’m sorry?” he giggled loud enough only for you to hear. “i thought i’d get a priceless reaction from you.”

you rolled your eyes that it almost hurt doing so. “be glad i have enough patience for you.”

“and i didn’t have enough patience last night!” yuta joined the conversation seeing you and jaehyun before him. “where have you been? you said you were coming to my place yesterda- why is he here?” he looked at him then at you. “with you? again?”

“ever thought that i want to have my own ‘me’ time for once?” you took off your cardigan and placed it on the bleachers. you could feel jaehyun chuckling softly when you made reference to his remark.

and boy was he proud. “you’re emphasising on that quite often nowadays.” he helped you carry your bag as you to settled down.

“that’s because i never realised how true it actually is until i say it out loud, since being in everyone’s eyes does pressure me.” you balled your fists to nudge him lightly on the arm, and for him to dramatically receive the attack did put yuta in an awkward position.

“uh hello? i’m still here!” in front of you and jaehyun, yuta snapped his fingers several times to divert attention. “what’s going on with you two? how are you both suddenly so close when you’ve just met for the first time two weeks ago?”

jaehyun swifted his head towards you, and the telepathic exchange of words between you and him had yuta clicking his tongue in disbelief. “you were right, he will react.” jaehyun’s voice prolonged while munching on a corn dog.

“told you so.” you flicked your hair and turned to yuta as you continued talking. “bestie, we’ve been seeing each other since then.”

what the hell? the way yuta’s face turn sour at your smile towards jaehyun, he could almost faint right then and there since he swore he saw mr. dimples smile subtly at you too. “and with just that i’ve been replaced-”

“no i would never replace my best friend.” you held his palms hoping he would calm down from his high emotions, but he immediately pulled his hand away from you, much to your dismay. “hey, i’m here to make amends-”

“yeah?” he clicked on a pen and wrote something on a tissue, soon grabbing your bag from the seat and fished out your wallet. “then you’re treating me my meals for a month. i have another order right now.”

now it was your turn whose face became sour. “a month?! i can’t do that- hey!”

yuta tossed your credit card up in the air and upon seeing his eyes darken— though that was all in your head—you gave in and sighed heavily. you stomped your way to the caféteria while yuta comfortably put one leg on the benches with a satisfied grin. “man she’s easy to tease.”

“is that so? then i know now who she gets it from.” jaehyun said through his chews on his food, making yuta’s ears perk up at the response.

the atmosphere lingering between the two of them invited dark clouds. both could sense the change in their moods, and they both weren’t liking it.

yuta spun and played the ball on his hands then forearms, later let out a scoff when jaehyun raised his brows. he didn’t like the vibe jaehyun was giving and so did the latter. “i do it for fun. it’s natural between us.” yuta said.

“hm? she told me she doesn’t like it when you do.” he saw you on your tiptoes as you struggled to tell the order to the person at the high-levelled counter. but another scoff came out from yuta. “you got a proble-?”

“yeah kinda.”

“i don’t think so. i can tell it really bothers you when y/n hangs out with me.” jaehyun sat up straight at yuta’s comment about him.

“i should be. because i’m her best friend and who knows what type of person you are.” he did a few tricks with his legs. “but if you really want to know then your attitude is what i have problems with.”

“i remember telling you it wouldn’t be good for you when accuse me wrongly.”

he let out a monotonous and rather mocking laugh, taking jaehyun aback but he anticipated this kind of response from him. “and what? you’ll go berserk like you did years ago? as a high school freshman? beating the innocent up or whoever comes your way?”

“look i don’t know where the hell that came from but it’s not what you or everyone else thinks.” jaehyun aggressively crumpled the hotdog wrapper in his palms.

“c’mon you don’t have to hold it all in,” yuta set his ball aside and rested his hands on his waist. jaehyun was getting uncomfortable the more he listened to him. “unleash that side-”

jaehyun rolled his tongue, nodding his head to test him. “alright, i guess i don’t have to when i have feelings for y/n. thanks for the advice.”

what the..? yuta stared at him when there wasn’t a change in his expression. jerk- “now you’re talking. you wanna fight? let’s do that-”

“tsk yuta! the bill’s too expensive!” you whined and gently put down the tray.

while yuta clicked his tongue at your sudden entry and with how quickly you came back, for a moment jaehyun wanted to hug you for being his saviour. he was so close to lose his temper towards your best friend. the relief seen in his tensed shoulders, but you interpreted it otherwise. “are you okay?” you asked while you sat down beside him.

he hummed, folding his arms and looking at the distance, clearly avoiding eye contact with yuta. “mhm, i just realised the deadline is coming up in three days.” he excused.

you managed to utter out a giggle as you finally ate, finding out how jaehyun’s ears always turned red when given attention to. “you’re stressed about it?”

“aren’t you?” jaehyun drank the remains of his soda.

“not really since i finished mine. but, if you’re worried about your progress, i can help you.” you swirled the fork in the air like a wand. jaehyun smiled to himself when yuta took his ball to throw a fit.

“i’m not worried about the project. but there’s an annoying bug i’m trying to hit so help me.” jaehyun’s dimples appeared deeply again and as the darkening ombré sunset shoned his side profile, there you witnessed how pure he actually was— and you missed out on yuta’s frown towards jaehyun.

you gulped and almost choked on your own saliva, eyes still locked in jaehyun’s. his hair caught in the wind, making it look fluffy and his entire demeanour softer than you usually see him. you hitched a breath since jaehyun seemed like he had no plans to avert his gaze too. both of you were definely mesmerised and hypnotised, and for jaehyun it was just like that time. he remembered the colour palette of your makeup while you recalled the perfume he wore.

in the recent marathons with him you’ve never been this close, physically speaking. so this close-up really debunked the impression you heard from people, especially from yuta.

however, as you were oblivious with the pressure behind jaehyun’s words and even smiled back at him, yuta flicked your temple. he was indeed a worry wart and sometimes he would like to flick you just this once for being too much of a social butterfly. he knew it was in your nature to be kind and always on the look out for others. he’s fine when you were with anyone except with this guy you befriended. not him.

he dodged your flying limbs in attempts to hit him. “oi, you’re not going to ask how i am? if i’m worried?”

the pain from the flick remained on your temple. “no? you look fine to me-” you stared at your phone. the message reminding you of the singles elite party a month from today at 8pm. “a party?”

“yeah if you attended the previous party you’d know that there’ll be another one after taeyong’s.” yuta took off his shoes in change for his casual.

“hm. i’m don’t feel like going.” you jumped off the bleachers to dust off your pants. “probably gonna be boring.”

“i’m the one who’s holding it this time!” yuta put you under a headlock in his arms. “you’re ditching your best friend?!”

you giggled and ticked his sides and followed it with a playful hug. “just kidding. i heard from momo! i’ll be there.” you brushed your hair up into a messy bun while spotting jaehyun starting to feel out of place. “oh! do you wanna come to the party, jae?”

yuta mentally facepalmed and it was given he didn’t like what you did. but your eyes were quick to see his reaction and you slapped his chest. he glared at you while his hands caressed it. why did you have to invite him? it was the whole purpose why he decided to hold a party; maybe you’d finally appreciate his hardwork, or perhaps, notice him as someone more and as not a best friend who only worries and teases you.

jaehyun nodded in response, no words needed. a smile crept your lips as if you were given chocolates on valentine’s. “cool.” you pulled him on the wrist after hearing the coach calling yuta, followed with a loud whistle. “ah yuta, we‘ll get going! see you.”

“mm yeah..” yuta hummed, seeing you both vanish in the distance. “see you..”

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your sulking self laid sideways by jaehyun’s lap, head rested on a pillow. it’s been too long since yuta avoided you, purposely ditched your hangouts, seenzoned your messages and ignored your calls. as if these weren’t obvious enough for you to know something was up. there definitely was but you couldn’t put a finger to it. so you forced jaehyun to let you stay at his place, being it your apartment was currently invaded by your brother’s friends from abroad.

but honestly it was also because you discovered jaehyun’s unit was blocks away from yours. fate was gladly on your side.

“y/n, you know i can’t work properly when you’re like this.” jaehyun sighed while he adjusted his sitting posture and lifting his laptop.

you slightly and lazily your body turned upright, seeing his dimples beginning to show themselves. “let me be.” you complained.

jaehyun put down his laptop. “i can’t. you’re in my way of cramming hours. plus, how long have you been coming here? it’s getting too frequent..” he paused when your eyes were no longer on him— rather they were on your phone, staring at the last conversation from yuta.

he couldn’t bring himself to say that he was reason why yuta acting the way he was to you. and for all honesty he would keep this matter to himself. “did i do something wrong?” you asked.

“of course not. he’s probably in his emo phase. guys have them a lot more than you think.” jaehyun typed on the keyboard for the remaining parts of the essay. “but he’ll get out of it eventually.”

“fine i’ll trust on that.” you sat up and scooted over to see his progress. you submitted your assignment hours ago. looking at jaehyun, it seemed he was struggling at some parts. were you unconsciously pressuring him? the beads of sweat began to roll down his temples and that made you giggle if it was the case. uh-huh. he was really feeling that way.

he gulped so loudly that it came out as a weird noise. he hoped you didn’t hear that. but the way you pursed your lips to hold the laughter in only had him discontinuing his report. “d-don’t do that.”

“do what?” you snicker.

jaehyun rolled his eyes and poked your forehead. “you’re too distracting.”

oh how the tables have turned. that comment flipped your head upside down, your heart in a frenzy and stomach churning. it wasn’t “so”, but “too”— that only meant he wasn’t concentrating on his work for a while.

even so, you waited for him to finish despite questionable feelings you’ve been feeling. his coffee cup already did seconds and thirds. and suddenly you remembered the happy hour the local café was promoting and there was a few minutes left until it ends for the day. you had to bring him there.

but you decided that because you wanted to be out of that suffocating air jaehyun caused.

—

the more you walked faster, the more jaehyun’s wrist reddened and hurt. but he let you be as he liked how you were comfortable with someone like him. your hair flowed with the wind, the remains of your shampoo left a sweet scent. was it lavender? and the wind blew stronger, making the scent clearer to the nose. his heart skipped beats, because it was indeed lavender. he swore in his head. scrap aside the frequent marathons and meet-ups. lavender’s all the more reason why fell for you quickly than ever.

and when the local café closed early for the day, you almost lost sight of the pedestrian signs. jaehyun pulled you in as the light emitted red. though you had your emotions get the best of you, you realised how childish you were for something so minor. you laughed in awkwardness, he did too. “i didn’t want anyone to see this side-”

warmth. that was all you thought of right there. you were in his embrace.

“..of me.” you soon mumbled in his chest, realising later of the action he just did. “jaehyun-”

“it’s okay. i don’t too.” his hand gently caressed the back of your head, treating it with care as if he held a newborn baby. “so can i keep you?”

that warmth became hotter, almost boiling that you weren’t able to breathe properly. “i’m sorry.” he said, that must’ve surprised you.” jaehyun chuckled.

surprised? of course you were. how was it natural for him to do skinship? and that smoothly? you both weren’t at that stage yet, let alone have a relationship with mutual feelings. even yuta couldn’t hug you because of how conscious you felt.

but then again, you looked up. you saw his ears. it was red, the usual reaction whenever you were with him. was it normal though? you were never aware of it up until now.

because it was so clear now.

“i’ll see you tomorrow? i have to help my mom with some things.” you lied as you scratched your neck.

jaehyun nodded and pulled away. “alright, go on ahead.”

you poked his dimples because he has been staring at you like he had questions to ask. “what is it?”

maybe he didn’t notice or maybe he did, but he was leaning closer, his head tilting to the side and eyes staring into your soul. you knew what he was about to do, you feel like letting him do so but at the same time you weren’t sure of your feelings.  

just a little more and you could’ve locked lips but..

your phone vibrated.

in panic you looked at your device and eyes widened that brought jaehyun aback.

“ah yuta!” you brought your phone so close to your face, not believing your best friend’s announcement on social media, in which he then followed up with a text message.

the light in your eyes was something jaehyun liked seeing, but didn’t so as well.

“oh! he said the concept for the elites’ party is live wardrobe. all singles will go through a ballot draw. it’s for the clothes to wear for the night..” you locked your phone. “tsk i wanted to wear my favourite dress.”

“i think you’ll look great in whatever gown is chosen for you.” jaehyun pat your head while you were immersed in your phone. “now go. it’s getting late.”

“i’ll expect the same for you.” you replied.

he laughed and that didn’t want to make you leave just yet. “nah don’t. i’m just ordinary in a suit.”

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funny how he was so damn wrong.

fate let him draw red, and confidently chose a suit once it was his turn to change. it was as if he knew this attire would go well with him. a suede texture with a black outline on its collar accentuated his brushed up light brown hair, while his black under-shirt contrasted with his porcelain skin. gladly it wasn’t halloween, or else you would’ve mistaken him for a vampire.

he had you feeling all sorts of things, and you didn’t know why when you were nothing more than friends.

an hour ago he was in his usual casual wear. now he was surrounded with ladies who already seemed like they were friends with him for decades. you could see jaehyun was uncomfortable but he kept his cool with folded arms as he leaned against a column. the comments from them irritated you, because at one point they were badmouthing him— and the second he showed up they flooded him with compliments of his good looks and how they named him the “model elite”.

you swirled the wine glass in your hand, the other arm hugged your waist. you rolled your eyes at the falseness these people have towards him. “can’t believe it.” your fingers curled as irritation began to cover your sight. “look at them trying to make a move on him. erlgh too close. they weren’t like that before.”

sicheng rolled his tongue, hands in pockets and walked to be in front of you. “really? you weren’t like that before too.” he pointed out.

“i agree. recently you’re stuck like glue whenever you’re with him.” yuta gestured.

“am so not?” you gasped while your eyes trailed to jaehyun, who was still had patience for the ladies surrounding him. “i just like how he’s a good friend.”

“doubt it.” sicheng poked your cheek. “you wouldn’t feel like this when you have feeli-”

not this again. “i’m grabbing a drink.” yuta suddenly cut the conversation.

“get me one too!” the younger one yelled and after he was satisfied with the gesture, he winced as you pinched his sides from the remark he said earlier. “ow! y/n! it’s true though! i know what i’m seeing!”

truthfully, nothing about sicheng’s words or actions bothered you. but if there was anything that did, it was your own heart. as of tonight, you began to question your feelings towards jaehyun. when did it start? how was it possible to like someone so quickly? “i’m telling you i don’t.” your eyes trailed to him, not realising the rush of heat creeping your cheeks.

jaehyun was approached by yuta, who was giving him a glass of beer. the ladies fled after stealing pictures of the guy and he took the drink in his hands. then they headed towards the garden of the mansion. wonder what he’s here for?

“nice party you have here. concept’s cool.” jaehyun started to break the lingering silence because he knew how awkward this was going to be with your best friend.

“yeah, never knew you’d end up in red. it’s y/n’s favourite colour.” yuta’s voice lowered. there was an impact jaehyun could describe but assuming that would be too rude of him.

“really? i didn’t know.” he hummed. aren’t you a little too happy, jaehyun told himself. he shook it off, for he doesn’t expect him and you to go any further than this.

“now you do. so can you back up for a while? take a week off or something from y/n.” yuta raised his brows.

this was the same feeling from before. he knew this feeling because he felt the exact same way. he wanted to be selfish for once. not like he hated yuta, it was just.. he always had to appear whenever he didn’t want him to. then he would mess his mood. he interrupted his joy of admiring you. jaehyun licked his lips to dampen them. “i’m sorry, who are you to tell me what to do?”

yuta grinned and leaned against the column as he mirrored jaehyun. “don’t you get it?” he asked, his tone rising. “i love y/n. you entering the picture just ruins everything.”

my hunch’s correct. he does love y/n. “if you love her you wouldn’t ignore her.”

“it’s because you’re with her! and she does the same to me! it’s like she’s found someone else-”

“you’re being dramatic.” jaehyun pushed himself off the column and turned to him. “y/n’s sad and moping around because you treated her like she’s all alone. you have no idea how much she waited for you to contact her.”

“what do you know, smartass? you’re just another guy trying to fit in when you know you couldn’t. no matter how much you tried, everyone’s afraid of you. and now you’re telling me you have feelings for y/n? please.” his lips jutted with sounds of disbelief while his body posture challenged jaehyun. “y/n’s kind to everyone she meets. it’s who she is. but to think you have hope to be with someone like her? if you ask me, all i see is a greatest mismatch.”

jaehyun usually didn’t give a damn of the comments about him. he couldn’t care less of any of those. in fact he’d hear them through one ear and out they went. but when he said anything, it irked him.

you see, that was the thing— right now, he actually listened.

he turned a blind eye on yuta’s words and let it off for the night. he was given a drink and maybe the alcohol didn’t work its way on him than it did to guy. in the end, yuta was probably spilling tea even if he didn’t intend to.

“what i feel for y/n has nothing to do with you. just like people can’t control the tides,” jaehyun lightly knocked onto yuta’s chest. “i can’t control mine.”

the footsteps echoed in yuta’s ears, he could hear them despite the noisy hall. “rghhh!” he grabbed hold of his glass and threw it towards jaehyun.

sounds of shattering glass met the ground, as well as catching everyone’s attention. then there was silence. jaehyun began to lose his patience as he turned around. his smirk challenged him. ouch. this was the fight yuta was looking for, seeing jaehyun’s heavy breaths only made him stand on his toes.

jaehyun punched him in the jaw though he knew it wasn’t worth his time. but he wanted to give him a taste of stepping beyond boundaries. yuta punched him back too. he made sure the star of the night was the other— shone the brightest and reveal his true nature. he didn’t count the number of hits he received, as long as jaehyun stayed that way.

“i told you it wouldn’t be good if you provoked me!” jaehyun growled. “you’re asking for show? i’ll give you one!”

“huh..” yuta wiped his bleeding lip. “you sure about that, beast?”

jaehyun held himself for the next punch, feeling all of the pairs of eyes on him. yours included. that was what he feared. “aw. what impression does she have on you now?” yuta’s cooing words caused jaehyun’s eyes to soften.

all bleeding and bruised, jaehyun’s injuries have matched with his suit. he clenched his fists as he frustratingly left the hall.

in your peripheral, your eyes trailed his direction and your legs followed him by heart, without realising yuta calling out your name several times. everything went blank, not thinking things straight because while everyone watched, no one understood. you glared at yuta before heading outside, a more disappointed sigh was the only response he got from you.

yuta was then nudged by sicheng. the latter could see the change in his expression. “what did i tell you?”

“you don’t have to tell me.” yuta dusted his pants.

“i’m still gonna.” sicheng rolled his eyes and poked the lad’s temple. “that’s what you call ‘stupidity’. if only you confessed to her before maybe things would be different between you guys.”

“i don’t want things to be different dude.”

“i’m gonna state the obvious, you probably already know this but.. you lost this battle.”

“crap..” yuta’s voice changed from a nervous chuckle to a soft sob. “i liked her first.”

you spotted jaehyun sitting atop a metal barrier just in front of the carpark— head down to mend his injuries and scratches. he sniffed from the cool night breeze before hopping off. “you’ll hurt your feet.” he pointed at the heels you had dangling in your hands.

his gaze softened when you pointed at his face, especially the black eye. “touché.” he chuckled, later feeling your cold hands against his throbbing flesh. “it’s no big deal-”

“i’m sorry about yuta’s behaviour.” you sighed. “don’t let it get into you. he’s an airhead when he’s drunk-”

“you sure? he seemed pretty sober when he said- ah.” he pursed his lips to speak any further. “nevermind.”

now that gotten you curious. “what did he say? spill it!” you whined, causing jaehyun mouth to curve a little in amusement.

jaehyun prolonged the silence and grabbed your shoes, leading you towards his car. once he unlocked it and opened the door, he bursted out in a loud, healthy laugh. “he said he was head over heels for you.”

you pushed him to the driver’s seat and slammed the door, rolling your eyes at the pun. “that was so lame!” you sat on the other side. “but i know that already if you thought i didn’t. i subtly turned him down ages ago. guess he didn’t take the message.”

“clearly.”

as you tended to his wounds, one question still had your curiosity at its peak. jaehyun was quiet through-out, so it was hard to bring the topic up for a while. until your eyes and his met.

“what did you tell him before he threw the glass at you?” you dabbed the cotton onto the beaten area. “it must’ve pissed him.”

he dropped his car keys and let out a nervous hum. “uh..” he didn’t know what else to say. right when he was finally about to tell you, you suddenly giggled.

“unless you told him you like me and that made him angry, but i doubt that happened.” your lips shrank to a circle, cursing at yourself for assuming too much. girl the guts you have was incomparable—

jaehyun’s large hand held yours while you continued to apply medication. the warmth, the heat and the building tension of skinship made you weak. “you’re right.”

your smile and breaths changed in an instant when he fixed himself on the seat. he smirked a little, finding how cute you were. it drove him crazy.

“i like you, for the longest time, since the orientation. i’m so into you that i couldn’t help myself be selfish and have you to myself— i- i don’t know what i’m saying.” he sighed, pushing himself away in embarrassment with arms above his face.

“t-thanks.” you fiddled with your fingers.

“i’m not asking for an answer. i just wanted to let you know.” he said. “gosh this is a bad timing for confession.”

“then is it a bad timing if i said i’m into you too?” you looked away and out in the distance. you could see his reaction on the window’s reflection. he was shocked, but an uncontrollable smile was forcing itself on the surface. it was written in the dimples.

“no,” his husky voice called you to look back. “you’re just about right.”

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Room 107 // chapter I // JJ Maybank (smut)

I have started my first JJ story, which will consist of several chapters that I will constantly be updating. The story picks up where season 2 leaves us. TW: Contains mentions of drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, sex and violence. 

Chapter 1 can be found below.  Oh, and - please feel free to submit requests, I tend to write a lot ;) 

Enjoy xx

Chapter 1 - La Guardiana

Days had passed since the Pogues had last seen civilisation, maybe even weeks. The sun was hotter than ever, with close to no wind to mask the warmth. JJ was taking this particularly badly. 

“I’m so done with eating bananas, man,” he moaned, kicking a pebble as he trotted a little behind the rest of his friends, “Can’t we just stumble across an oasis or something and end up in, like, an actual city?”

As if on command, his friends stopped in their tracks, the girls awing and the guys smiling happily. 

“We just might, JJ,” said John B, looking at the city unfolding itself in front of them in the distance, “We just might.”

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“I’m actually starving,” laughed Sarah, nudging John B’s arm, “Don’t tease!” “Hey, so am I,” he cooed, “First joint we find, we’re going in for food.” Kiara rolled her eyes, “As much as I would love to accept that offer, let me remind you that we have no money.” Sarah nodded, “Mhm, nothing at all.” “Nada,” John B looked at the two girls sternly, “And when has that ever stopped us exactly?” Kiara rolled her eyes once again, smirking at her friend, “Alright, I suppose a good meal would give me the energy I’d need to run a marathon after getting caught not paying.”

The group continued walking down a not too busy street, studying the buildings, looking for a restaurant, cafe, diner - anything, really. They hadn’t had a proper meal in God knows how long and they were famished. They couldn’t help but notice how all the buildings on the street were of the same height - no more than four storeys each, all painted in different colours. If they hadn’t known any better, they’d have thought that they had left the United States of America altogether, although one thing was certain - they were definitely not in the Outer Banks anymore. 

The street wasn’t crowded at all, there were hardly any cars or people lurking about. JJ concluded that this was probably an unpopular area of whichever city they were in. This would also explain the lack of supermarkets and restaurants. He really wanted to ask his friends to stop for a little break - his throat was so dry and his legs could barely hold him up anymore, but he knew better. The longer they walk, the faster they’ll find what they are looking for. Having no indicator of the time on them wasn’t helping either, hell, they could have been walking for 12 hours for all he knew, and with no result. 

“Maybe we should just ask someone,” Pope suggested, “Neither of us is a wanted criminal anymore, I’d say we have nothing to worry about.” John B smirked at his friend’s remark, but ultimately agreed to ask the first person they ran into where the nearest food joint was. Turns out, they were standing right in front of it. 

“La Cubanita Hotel and Restaurant” it spelled out in bold, red letters. The building was narrow and a light shade of blue, totally contrasting the obnoxiously coloured sign planted in front of it. Much like the rest of the buildings on the street, it had no more than four floors, each consisting of a row of Spanish windows with brightly coloured frames. The Pogues looked at each other with a hint of uncertainty before John B lead the way into the building. 

On the inside it looked like a typical diner - tiled floor, red and blue booths, a long bar accompanied by bar stools and, cheesily enough, a boombox. JJ guessed that the way to the hotel was through the back, but he didn’t put too much thought into it. The place seemed dead, with only one of the booths being busy. It was either an off-peak hour or this city was actually a ghost town. 

The group sat at one of the booths on the other side of where the other people were and JJ took a second to observe them. A group of bikers, all wearing stereotypical biker outfits from leather jackets down to bandanas. They were in their mid 50s and were all smoking indoors, drinking what looked like whiskeys, despite of the blazing sun still very much being out. JJ had to give it to them though, they did look pretty darn cool if he did say so himself, and those cigarettes looked eerily appetising to him at this given moment. Oh, what he’d give to have a sip of whatever they were having and a long, much needed drag of one of their cigarettes. He was so lost in his daydream, he barely realised Kiara poking him in the arm. 

“JJ,” she urged, “Waitress is here!” In this moment JJ turned his attention to the new subject in question, their waitress. She was standing at the foot of their booth, wearing her uniform, black and red, holding a pen and a notepad, chewing a piece of gum, waiting for his order. Could this place get any more stereotypical? JJ thought to himself. “So what’s it gonna be, handsome?” She said, not even bothering to look in his direction. “Uh…” JJ fumbled with the menu, “I’ll just have whatever they’re having.” He said, pointing at the bikers in the booth across from theirs. The woman rolled her eyes, popping her bubblegum. She took the rest of the Pogues’ orders before disappearing somewhere behind the bar. JJ followed her with his eyes, blocking out the conversation his friends were currently having. The waitress came back out of what he assumed to be the kitchen and handed the paper with their orders to another girl behind the bar. JJ guessed she was the barmaid, and boy was she a bit of him. 

She was wearing the same uniform as her colleague, although JJ had to admit - it looked a whole lot better on her, at least from what he could see from above the bar. Her hair was long and brown, half of it tied up effortlessly, and slightly messily, although JJ didn’t mind one bit. He watched her as she took the paper from her colleague and went to fetch the drinks written on it. He couldn’t make out what exactly colour her eyes were, and quite frankly - he didn’t really care, she was gorgeous regardless of what her eyes looked like, and she looked around his age. Had the sun and heat gotten to his head, or was it just the fact that he hadn’t touched a female in so long, he didn’t know, but if there was one thing JJ Maybank was notorious for, it was his ability to pull any girl his heart desired effortlessly. This is why he excused himself from the table and, albeit his friends’ confused looks and comments, he made his way towards the bar, sliding into one of the stools directly across from the girl. 

She looked up at him, “Can I help you?” “Brown…” JJ mumbled to himself. “Excuse me?” She said, this time sounding slightly annoyed. Her eyes were brown, JJ thought, brown and sexy. He coughed, trying to compose himself and gave her his signature Maybank stare. It worked wonders back home, surely it would work wonders now again. “Name’s JJ,” he said suavely, “I’m not from around here-“ “Clearly,” she muttered, picking up a bottle of whiskey. JJ assumed it was for him, “Aren’t you a little young to be drinking, JJ?”

JJ smirked, “What can I say, I have the face of a boy but the body and mind of a man.” The girl snickered under her nose, “Sure. Well since you’re here, make yourself useful and bring your drinks over to your friends,” she gave him a fake smile, placing a tray with their orders on it in front of him, after which she turned her back to him and walked towards the back of the bar. JJ was too busy observing her behind to notice the other waitress standing next to him, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “Should I take that or will you?” She said, waking JJ up from his everlasting daydream. “Oh, uh, don’t sweat it…” he said, picking up the tray and carrying it over to his friends’ booth. “So much for customer service,” Sarah laughed. “And to think my dad says I’m hostile to our customers,” Kiara muttered out. JJ took his seat next to her, his eyes never leaving the bar. “La Guardiana,” Pope read out loud, “This place is called La Guardiana, and apparently we’re somewhere in Florida.” “Florida?” John B said, confusion dripping through his words. Pope nodded, pointing at some text on the bottom of the menu. 

La Cubanita Hotel & Restaurant **, 97 Diego’s Crescent, La Guardiana, FL 

“Holy shit, we’re in Florida!” John B whisper yelled. Sarah laughed at his reaction, “Calm down now, Sancho, let’s not draw any attention to us,” “Yeah, you might wanna tell Casanova here that,” teased Pope, nodding his head in JJ’s direction, “Was it really worth it to potentially blow our cover just to talk to that girl?” JJ snapped at Pope, “Hey, man, just ‘cuz you don’t have the nuts to go over there and talk to her yourself,” “Yeah, I really want to attract the staff’s attention, you know, even more than we already are, seeing as we’re the only other busy table at this place.” “Your food,” the waitress from earlier was back with some of the Pogues’ orders. They waited for her to be out of earshot and JJ spoke up, “Relax, P, I bet you I can charm the pants off that girl and we won’t even need to sneak out without paying!” Pope gave JJ a fake smile, “Mhm, I’m sure she’s gonna be so deep under your spell she won’t even notice us leaving without paying a cent." JJ rolled his eyes, picking up a toothpick from the table and placing it between his teeth. “Might even offer us a place to crash, you know, because she’ll be so captivated by you.” Pope continued to tease. “Yeah, chicks totally dig this whole I’m homeless and I haven’t properly showered in like 15 days look you're going for,” Sarah joined in on the teasing. Kiara laughed and added, “Yeah, and the bit that’s gonna fully seal the deal for her is that you have literally nothing to offer her, like 0 dollars.” Everyone was laughing while JJ just crossed his arms in front of his chest and turned to look out the window, “Talk all you want, guys, but once we get that gold back, you’ll see who’ll dig what.” “The rest of your order,” he recognised the girl’s voice. It was her bringing their food over this time. She placed John B’s plate in front of him and then made her way around the table, next to where JJ was sat. She handed him his plate and bent down slightly, so that her lips were on the same level as JJ’s ear, “Next time you decide to share your criminal plans, you might wanna talk a bit more quietly.” She whispered, setting his cutlery down for him, “Oh, and, you might be charming wherever you come from, but your friend’s right. That shit doesn’t work around here.” She said, patting him on the shoulder before walking away. JJ didn’t waste time sitting around to listen to his friends pass comments about what had just happened, he downed his whiskey and practically chased after the girl. “I’m guessing you’ll want another one?” She said, not even turning around. JJ wondered how she knew that he was there. When she turned to face him, the bottle of whiskey was in her hand. “Let’s see… Do I pour you another one and close my eyes about you planning to leave without paying, or do I do what anyone else in my position would do and call the police on you? Hmm…” she pretended to think, her eyes never leaving JJ’s now panicking ones. “Please don’t call the cops,” he blurted out, the whiskey hitting his brain and making him stress out more than he wanted to admit to, “Look, we - we were in a boat accident, we don’t even know how we got here, hell - we didn’t even know where we were up until 10 minutes ago! And we - we don’t have  any documents on us, we don’t have any sort of identification, what would you -“ “Relax, kid,” the girl smirked, picking up two glasses and pouring a generous amount of whiskey in both of them, “I won’t rat you out.” She said, handing JJ one of the glasses and raising hers for a toast. JJ clinked his glass with hers, a large smile growing on his face, his dimples becoming very prominent, “Thank you, really… That means a lot.” The girl took a moment to observe JJ, then to look at his friends having a heated conversation at their booth, all of them practically stuffing their faces with food in an almost animalistic sort of way. Could this boy really be telling the truth? Could these kids have been lost at sea with no place to go? She looked back at JJ who was also looking at her. Despite the smile plastered on his face, she could clearly see that he was extremely nervous still. “Hey,” she said, “I told you to relax, didn’t I. I won’t charge you for your food, in fact… I might even have a place for you to sleep and clean up tonight.” JJ’s eyes grew wider at her words, “You what?” She leaned in closer to him over the bar and lowered her voice so that he would be the only one to hear, “Hotel upstairs, my aunt owns it. She’s currently out of town with my cousin. Should be back next Thursday. I think I can fit you and your friends in. You just have to promise to be on your best behaviour.” She said, pulling away and taking another sip from her drink. JJ couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was too good to be true. She was hot and she was willing to help? This must have been his lucky day. Sarah could suck it, and so could the others. Clearly this girl was into him. Why else would she be offering to help? “So, uh, what’s in it for me?” He asked, a hint of mischief in his voice. The girl opened her mouth, but before she could speak, the other waitress groaned from behind her. “Samara, how many times do I have to tell you?” Her croaky voice rang. The girl, who JJ had just learned was called Samara, rolled her eyes and repeated with her colleague, “No drinking on the job, yeah yeah, I know. But Heather’s gone and so is Conner, so who can tell me what to do, really?” She said, finishing what was left of her whiskey, “Besides, Georgia, as far as I’m concerned, since they’re both gone, that leaves me in charge, no? Now get back to work,” she said, making her colleague roll her eyes at her. Samara turned around to face JJ again, giving him a wink, before disappearing into the kitchen. JJ couldn’t believe his luck. He swung his arm over the bar and picked up the bottle of whiskey to pour himself one more drink before returning to his friends. “Guys-“ JJ tried getting their attention. “So what are we supposed to do now? We’re totally screwed!” “They’re gonna call the police on us, hell, they probably already have! The cops could be on their way!” “Guys!” JJ yelled, catching even the bikers’ attention. His friends looked up at him, worry filling all of their eyes. “You’ll never believe what I’m about to tell you, oh, and Sarah? You can eat your words.” He smirked before telling them what had just happened. “Hold on,” said Kiara, her face revealing her confusion, “So this random girl in this random place just randomly said that we can crash here until when?” “Next Thursday, or was it Tuesday? What day is it today?” JJ scratched his head. “JJ!” Kiara slapped his arm, “What if this is a trap? It sounds too good to be true doesn’t it? Like, what’s in it for her? We don’t even know her! What if she’s a murderer or something?” “She’s right, you know,” Cleo chimed in. “She is,” said John B, “But we have nothing to lose, literally.” Pope nodded, “I’d usually agree with Kie, but John B’s right. We have nothing to lose. And what if she calls the police? What could even happen then? We get put in jail for agreeing to sleep in a hotel for free? Come on, guys, I’m sure we can all agree that a bar of soap and a normal bathroom would do us good. I mean, we stink.” Everyone laughed at Pope’s remark before Kiara turned to JJ again, “So what’s the plan?” Realisation just struck JJ that he didn’t in fact know what the plan was. Samara had told him virtually nothing about how any of this would go down. Where were they supposed to meet? Was she going to take them to their rooms? Would they all be sharing one room? He was so busy thinking about how all of this would go down, he barely noticed Samara herself passing him a note. It was taken out of her colleague, who JJ now knew to be Georgia’s notepad. The note read in messy handwriting:

Bring your friends to the lobby. Straight down the hallway by the bathrooms. 

JJ turned the piece of paper towards his friends and they all got up, rushing towards the hallway by the bathrooms.

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The Roommate (5) - Happy together

Summary: You and John belong together.

Pairing: AU John Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, OFC Sharon

Warnings: language, angst, plus sized reader, mentions of sex, flirty John, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, implied smut

A/N: The idea for plot and some details came from @shooterere per request.

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“So, are you healthy again,” Dean sits on your desk, to watch you hastily thumb through a few contracts. “Y/N, I asked you a question.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you squeak, eyes drifting toward John walk into your office, smirking like someone who stole your virginity not days ago. “Perfectly fine.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” muttering John’s eldest son gets up from your desk to warily watch his father round your desk to hand you another contract. “You fucked!”

“What?” you choke on air, looking at John with wide, fearful eyes.

“I can smell the tension and you look like dad marked your whole body with his teeth,” pointing at the bite mark on your neck, the one you tried to poorly hide with a scarf Dean smirks.

“I got no clue what you are talking about,” John grumbles, sitting on your desk, fingers dancing over your thigh. “And if I tasted her sweetness, it’s mine from now on.”

“Naughty girl got her hands on my dad. Good job, sweetheart,” Dean offers you a high-five. “Don’t let him get away with stealing your sweetness, keep him at your house and never stop riding his dick.”

“Dean!” you tut. “Not so loud. I-I didn’t ride his dick!”

“Dad,” Dean gives his father a stern look, but his lips curve into a dirty grin. “Let that girl ride dick. Give her what she needs.”

“Son, I swear I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident if you don’t stop right now,” threatening his son John watches you intensely.

You burst into laughter when Dean looks at you like a kicked puppy. “Aw, don’t hurt Dean. He’s lonely and begs for attention.”

“’m not,” Dean protests. “Maybe I’m simply happy my father finally got laid. He won’t be grumpy anymore, lucky bastard.” ushering out of the room before his father can fulfill his promise to kill him, Dean smirks. “I’m gonna tell Sammy I won the bet. Thank you for fifty bucks.”

“Bet?” you cock your head to look at Dean.

“Yeah, I said dad won’t make it another week. Sammy said he’ll wait two more weeks. Bobby grumbled something about that this is none of our fucking business but lost anyway.”

“That fucker,” John groans when you giggle again. “That’s not funny. My son’s made bets on my sex life.”

“What’s all this?” looking at the bouquet of red roses you wonder why John smiles at you. “John?”

“It’s our three months anniversary,” he explains. “I know it’s not an anniversary people usually celebrate but I felt like bringing you flowers today, doll.”

“John, the flowers are beautiful, but you didn’t have to buy them for me,” your heart flutters when John exclaims he couldn’t stop thinking about you when he saw the roses. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, doll,” John pecks your cheek, groaning when he hears Dean clear his throat behind his back.

“Sorry to disturb your quickie at Y/N’s office but I need help with the new customer. That guy drives me nuts. He refuses to let me open the hood. I tried to explain to him that I can’t find out what’s wrong with his car without having a look at the engine.”

“Fine, give me a few minutes and I’ll talk to that douche. What’s wrong with people lately. Who comes to a mechanic only to refuse to let them open the hood of his car?”

“Sir, if you don’t want us to repair your car, you are free to go and look for someone else,” John grunts. For half an hour he tried to convince his latest customer to open the hood of his car for Dean or Bobby.

“I came out here,” the man retorts, “only for you to not knowing how to find out what's wrong with my car.”

“I told you an hour ago that your car sounds like there is nothing wrong with the engine. The noises it makes tells me all I need to know, but I can’t repair it without opening the hood,” Dean lost his patience minutes ago and only wants to get rid of the annoying customer.

“Boss, there’s someone called Jim on the phone, he says his car is broken,” you poke your head out of the window to call for your boss. “Do you have a minute, John?”

“What did you say?” John looks in your direction, furrowing his brows as he didn’t get what you said. “Can you come out, doll?”

“Just a minute, boss,” you give John a thumb up before closing the window.

“Pastor Jim said it looks like the engine overheated,” you explain. “Shall I call him back and tell him you’ve got no time.” glancing at the customer you furrow your brows. “That guy, I know him.”

“You do?” John wonders, looking over his shoulder before he leads you a few steps away. “How come that you know him?”

“That guy, he’s an asshole,” you huff. “Marcy, one of my colleagues, kicked him out once. He came to our library every Thursday only to walk around, sneering at anyone who wanted to help him, and then, he just left, slamming the door shut.”

“Sonofabitch!” Dean yells, throwing his hands up in surrender and you snicker at his outburst.

“Kathy from the shop around the corner told us he came to her shop, looked around, grunted at her employees, and told her she should fire them as they tried to help him.”

“Fine, that is enough. I will kick that bastard out and we can have a lunch break,” John walks toward the customer.

“Dad, that was freaking awesome when you threatened to demolish his car,” Dean laughs, stealing another slice of pizza. “I never saw a guy run faster toward his car.”

“Seems like he gets off by treating people like shit,” Bobby explains. “Must be one lonely bastard.”

“Loneliness is awful, Mr. Singer,” you say, smiling when John grasps for your hand to squeeze it tightly. “Maybe he tried to get attention or something.”

“I want to talk to Johnny,” Sharon complains, pushing against the door. “Let me inside.”

“Listen, this is my house, and I don’t want you to enter it. If you want to talk to John, call him. I want you to leave my property or I’ll call the cops and you’ll get arrested,” you stand your ground. “But you shouldn’t waste your time, John doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“How do you wanna know, bitch?” she just doesn’t get the message. Sharon throws insults at you, not caring you flinch when she called you fat and ugly.

“What the fuck, Sharon!” John growls. He slams the door in her face to check on you. “Doll, I want you to go to bed as planned. I’ll take care of Sharon. Don’t worry,” he pecks your hair softly,” she won’t come back.

“O-okay,” you nod, giving John a pained smile. “I’ll be waiting for you, John. Do you still want to watch that movie?”

“Sure thing, doll,” he smirks, eyes shamelessly roaming your body. “And later I’m gonna devour that sweet pussy of yours again…”

You giggle at his words, eyes no longer filled with tears. “Catch me if you can, Winchester.”

“Aw, my girl tries to play hard to get,” John growls. “Give me five to get rid of Sharon and I’ll rock your world…”

“No, you will let me speak first,” John says, raising one hand to stop Sharon. “Before you broke up with me for a boy half my age, I already knew we are over. We never matched but I stayed with you, too afraid to end up alone.”

“You need me, John,” Sharon purrs, batting her eyelashes. She pouts, hoping John will change his mind.

“I don’t know why you keep on coming back to me, Sharon. It was you ending our relationship. I’m going to tell you this one last time. WE. ARE. OVER. I don’t want you to ever come back here.”

“Is it because of that chick? She can’t give you what I can give you, Johnny,” she coos.

“True,” Sharon smirks, believing she got one step closer to her goal. “Y/N gives me so much more. A home. Warmth. Love. I love that girl,” John slams the door in Sharon’s face before she can say another word. “Now move your ass off her property before she calls the cops.”

“Damn me, you are killing this poor old man,” John pants. He runs one hand over your sweaty back, laughing when you lazily lift your head. “Dean was right, I should’ve let you ride me first thing when we got home.”

“Don’t tell him,” you laugh, patting John’s chest. “I liked it, though.”

“Sharon will never bug you again, doll. I made sure she got the message,” you smile to yourself. “I love you too, John.”

“You heard me, didn’t you?” he groans. “I’m not good at admitting feelings but it’s true, I love you, Y/N.”

“You’re cute when you admit your feelings, John Winchester. I’m glad it was you who moved into my house. You’re the best roommate ever…”

The End...

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 06 (first part)

(Masterpost)(Episode 05)

Warning: This contains spoilers for All 50 Episodes

Bad Boys Bad Boys What You Gonna Do

Nie Huasang’s brought his nuts, and someone’s brought wine, so the boys are drinking in Wei Wuxian’s guest house. Finally he gets to drink some of the Emperor’s Smile wine that he’s been doing all those product placements for.

Boys, get a bowl or something for your shells, were you raised in a barn?

Wei Wuxian hits on waxes poetic about the wine, and Jiang Cheng tells him to shut up. 

Wang Zhuocheng’s raw-fish-eating face may have failed him, but his drunk faces do not disappoint.

Wei Wuxian teases Jiang Cheng about his list of standards for a chick: She should have natural beauty, be virtuous and caring, from a good family, not too talkative, with a gentle voice, and not too capable. Also she should not spend too much money. Drunken running ensues.

Cue Maple Leaf Rag by Scott Joplin

(more behind the cut)

Much of the fandom has decided this list is a good fit for Nie Huaisang himself, and it sorta is. But he is both talkative and unvirtuous, what with all the current sneakiness, and all the eventual murders. 

This also definitely doesn't fit Wen Qing because she's capable as hell.  

This list is, however, a 100% a match for Jiang Yanli. Not in a weird, Jin Guangyao way--a lot of men want to marry a woman like their sister.  In a gender-divided and generation-divided society, a man’s sister might be the only woman he’s ever known well. Jiang Cheng adores Yanli and she’s his ideal model of a woman, as opposed to his mother, who...isnt.  

All these robes and talismans over the door do nothing to stop Lan Wangji from strolling in.  

Okay so - Lan Wangji is the senior disciple of the Lan Clan, yea? There is no way that patrolling the guest area is in any way his job. He is just walking around here at night specifically to see what Wei Wuxian is doing.

I already did a gifpost of the boys and their totally nonsexual horseplay, over here. I’ll just add, for sad factor, that Jiang Cheng is play-choking Wei Wuxian when they’re all on the bed, and later in the running-and-crying episode he is gonna for-real choke him. Foreshadowing! or maybe just coincidence!

One fun thread running through the young-cultivators episodes is that Nie Huaisang is legit terrified of Lan Wangji while also having a major aesthetic crush on him. Look at how flustered he is here, trying to act sober while also checking him out. 

Lan Wangji is shocked and visibly upset - what are you guys doing? This is not his busting face, this is, for a moment, his vulnerable and disillusioned face. He is super not used to what normal people are like. 

Wei Wuxian doesn't lie or otherwise try to get off the hook, which has got to have Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang grinding their teeth in frustration. He invites Lan Wangji to join them for a drink. LWJ cites a the “no drinking on campus” rule and WWX tries to convince him to chill. 

Then we have this lovely coordinated faint by the boys, to get out of going to get punished. Nie Huaisang has been practicing fainting in front of a mirror just in case he ever needs a skill like that in the future. 

Wei Wuxian keeps trying to turn this into a date. Eventually Lan Wangji is so upset he admits he can’t take all three of them by himself. 

Then the boys run away fake-barfing and Wei Wuxian hits Lan Wangji with a talisman. 

Steal His Agency That’s What You’re Gonna Do

What Wei Wuxian does to Lan Wanji here is definitely wrong. But it's not entirely a disaster.  It allows some crucial information to be shared between them, and it results in Wei Wuxian getting the utter shit beat out of him and never doing this again. I mean, he continues to mind-control his enemies and their eventual corpses, but he doesn't intentionally violate a friend or ally's autonomy in the future. Uhh not counting that whole golden core surgery-without-consent situation. And probably some other situations I’ve forgotten. He improves slightly, okay? 

It’s important to note, incidentally, that the Lan rules about drinking and other “vices” should not be viewed through a Christian lens. The Lans are neither puritans nor ascetics (look at their clothes, furniture, and jewelry, for starters). Being drunk is forbidden probably because it’s a loss of self-control. 

Speaking of self-control, mad props to Wang Yibo for being able to have zero physical reaction to fingers snapping in his face.

Drunk Lan Wangji

Under duress, Lan Wangji knocks back a cup of wine and promptly passes most of the way out. 

Wei Wuxian puts Lan Wangji into bed not unkindly, but pretty much like a sack of potatoes. Compare this to how tenderly he handles Lan Wangji the next time he’s drunk. 

WWX tells LWJ to call him Wei Gege, and giggles. Is this a term of endearment in this context? So far the various boys are calling each other -xiong, not -ge or gege.  In Western media, men calling each other “bro” is basically saying “no homo,” but brotherhood and sisterhood in C-Drama is often a way of indicating stronger love than friendship, without saying whether it's sexual or not. 

They finally start to have a conversation, and when Lan Wangji explains that no-one can touch his headband except, etc etc, Wei Wuxian stops trying to touch it. So at least he's not a handsy bastard in addition to all his other faults. 

Wei Wuxian tells Lan Wangji that his clan is boring and women won't want to marry him. Lan Wangji says that's fine. On one level this is the show acknowledging that he's gay, but I think he's responding in a gender-neutral way; he doesn't want to marry anyone. Marriage, from his perspective, is the literal worst. 

We don't know how he felt about his father, but he definitely loved his mother deeply, and she had a profoundly unhappy marriage, in which her husband did not provide companionship and her children were taken from her.

A note about all that: The dynamics of heterosexual marriages in The Untamed are not based on contemporary companionate marriage. Sex and reproduction is a wife's job in this world, and giving a gentry woman the option to choose her husband is radical. Wei Wuxian is the only one who dares say that Jiang Yanli should have a choice when Jin Guangshan casually tries to give her to his son in front of everyone.  

OP made this today but will totally reuse it when episode 23 rolls around

So Lan Wangji’s parents' marriage was extremely problematic but not necessarily for the reasons it would be in contemporary terms. Having signed on to marry Lan Dad, Mom would have expected to live together and get laid regularly (important for health, in some traditional views, regardless of love/no love) and to have the company of her children. Instead, she was isolated. Lan Dad wanted to have it both ways and so even though he loved her and apparently hooked up with her sometimes, he didn't do his duty by her. She didn't love him but she did her duty. 

Wei Wuxian continues to not get it, calling Lan Wangji dull and babbling about Lan Wangji’s parents until he realizes that LWJ is an orphan like him. 

A nice shift happens here. Once the penny drops, Wei Wuxian doesn't ask a single additional question - he just sees - by reading Lan Wangji’s face - what the deal is, and shares his own story to show he understands. 

This is the first time Wei Wuxian mentions being chased by dogs, which is kind of a big deal, because why was he left all alone when his parents died? 

Why didn't anyone take him in before Jiang Fengmian found him? How isolated are independent cultivators in this world? 

Tea Time

Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen are having tea, and the Lan Clan is so uptight they don't touch each other's teacups. I don't know what this thing is called so I'm going to call it a tea speculum. 

Lan Qiren is back from the cultivation conference and says the red crack plague is happening over in Qinghe where the Nie clan lives.  Lan Xichen fills him in on the water demon, specifically saying Wei Wuxian figured out the connection to the red crack dudes, and explaining who WWX is, as if Lan QIren hadn't already thrown stuff at him and threatened to eventually kill him. 

Fun fact that I just noticed this week so didn't make it into earlier posts: In Episode 46, when Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are in the Jiang ancestral hall, WWX says he was often punished to kneel there, and LWJ said that they heard about this in Gusu.  

So when WWX came to Gusu he already had a reputation as a troublemaker, and the Lan brothers were aware of it.   

Busted and Beaten

A Lan snitch comes in to say that Wei Wuxian has successfully corrupted Lan Wangji, which really shouldn’t cause as much surprise as it does.

“Wei Wuxian got drunk”

“Lan Wangji got drunk”

Lan Xichen takes a moment to consider carefully whether Wei Wuxian is a good friend for his little brother and whether perhaps he was too hasty in throwing them together. Ha ha ha no he doesn’t. 

On the punishment porch, Lan Xichen tries to lecture Lan Wangji in a calm way, but Lan Qiren wants to beat him and Lan Wangji wants to get beat. Wei Wuxian can’t understand why Lan Wangji doesn’t let him take the blame for the drinking. 

Lan Qiren goes way the fuck overboard with this punishment because he's angry--losing control and losing his sense of proportion--and Lan Xichen is shocked. The drone camera watching from above is also shocked.  

Lan Qiren has a few (very few) redeeming qualities, but his extreme rigidity and chronic resentment of anyone he perceives as bad are serious problems. His nephews are both struggling with complex moral quandaries as they get older, and he is absolutely no help to them in resolving their conflicts.

This is definitely...a style of parenting & teaching, but you can see how poorly it works, with Lan Wangji straight up saying “fuck it” after many years of conformity.  Lan Xichen is devoted to the middle path and tries to be obedient. But he is actually not walking anywhere near the middle path, as he gets pulled into colluding with a murderer at the same time as getting dragged onto his brother’s carnival ride. These men need parenting that isn’t so, uh, fucking stupid. (Yes, grown adults still need good parenting; watch Go Ahead if you doubt me) 

Wei Wuxian initially yells and falls down when he gets hit, but then he sees Lan Wangji is taking the beating without any reaction and he tries to do the same. 

Aftermath

Jiang Yanli gently lectures the boys, blaming Jiang Cheng for Wei Wuxian's drinking.  Jesus Christ, he's the younger sibling, could you just NOT, Yanli?  

Both boys ask Yanli not to tell their parents. The boys bicker about who's at fault and then Wei Wuxian shifts to baby voice and starts whining to Yanli about the pain. 

Yanli tells him to suck it up, and says after school she'll -- ok and I know this will be a surprise for everyone -- make soup for them. The boys immediately get back on the same team, which is team Please Put Meat In the Soup.

There's a nice character building moment for Wei Wuxian here. When he sees Lan Xichen he initially turns away to avoid running into him, but then he adults-up and goes to face him and greet him, giving him a half of a bow because of the pain, the pain. Rather than complaining about his punishment he meekly asks if he's broken another rule. 

Lan Xichen tells him that he did wrong but that Lan Qiren’s punishment was too harsh, and then in what is one of my favorite Lan Xichen moments, invites Wei Wuxian to use the cold spring to heal, but doesn't invite Jiang Cheng to go with him even though Jiang Cheng also was beaten. Lan Xichen, Matchmaker Auntie Extraordinaire. 

Then he answers Wei Wuxian’s question about his mom by saying she was just like Wei Wuxian and drove Lan Qiran up the wall. Jiang Cheng's reaction to that is really sweet. He does enjoy Wei Wuxian at the same time as being constantly irritated by him. 

Lan Xichen does his patented “breaking off in the middle of saying something and leaving out a chunk of the story” maneuver, although this time he doesn't include a flute solo. 

OP is mildly obsessed with Xuan Lu’s shoulders in this outfit. Also Yanli has an interesting sword, that's got some wood carving similar to Subian, but without the organic look, which OP only noticed because of screen capping Xuan Lu’s shoulders.  

Club Ruohan

Wen Qing continues to be pretty and slightly evil at this stage, sending magic fire notes to her boss using this talisman that is definitely floating in the air and not just hanging from a string. 

Wen Ruohan is in the mosh pit with his zombie groupies while he reads Wen Qing’s extremely vague status update and says "it all makes sense." 

Reach out and touch faith

Soundtrack

Maple Leaf Rag by Scott Joplin Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode

Writing Prompt

How did Wei Wuxian’s parents die?

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Noise

Jade was having a damn good dream that was unfairly obliterated when the rhythmic sound chased it away. Her eyes shot open and she tensed, anger quickly clearing away sleep. Not even the comfy warmth Tori gave off next to her calmed her down. She was tired of losing sleep, of the inability to focus on work when her neighbor's creaking bed pierced her peace. She could not fathom why they didn't at least get a new bed if their activities were going to persist at all times of the day. She couldn't count how many times she had to wear earbuds to bed in an effort to drown them out. Or how many times she banged on the wall in a wasted effort to silence them when she couldn't concentrate on her writing. Her creativity greatly suffered, and she lost sleep when it started early in the morning, waking her up hours before her alarm was set to go off. And to make matters worse, Tori was such a heavy sleeper she heard nothing. She was a master at tuning out bothersome sounds, having lived with Trina for so long.

But not Jade. Jade had no tolerance for annoyances. She even 'accidentally' let her stepmother's dog out when it wouldn't stop yapping. The poor animal was found days later down the street by a concerned neighbor who just brought the little beast right back to continue to annoy her. She let out a loud sigh that became a growl, rubbing her eyes. It seemed like she would forever be irritated no matter where she went. She rolled over and slipped her arm around Tori's middle, hugging her close and burying her face in her back. Tori grumbled something in her sleep but continued to snore on, unbothered and leaving Jade to attempt to regain sleep. But she didn't. She stayed awake until her alarm went off, finally waking up Tori. She stretched out, a sleepy smile on her face when she noticed how close Jade held her.

"Well good morning," she mumbled, turning her bright smile on Jade. It slowly fell when she was met with Jade's grumpy scowl, lack of sleep easily recognizable in her eyes.

"Did they bother you again?" Tori asked, resting a hand on Jade's face gently, concern in her frown. Jade only blinked, a brow jumping up incredulously.

"I really don't know how you can sleep through it. Or ignore the chick's obviously fake moaning. I swear, it's like a bad porno is playing on full blast over there. Don't get me started on the headboard shaking the wall because the squeaking bed is enough to drive me nuts as it is. I think I might actually leave a note on their door highlighting just how pissed off I am and demand that they at the least buy a new damn bed," Jade ranted, voice strained with simmering anger. Tori could see it building in the way Jade's jaw muscles flexed, the way her eyes glinted with malicious intent, the way her nostrils flared like a raging bull. She was no stranger to angry Jade. It was turned on her one too many times in high school to not recognize the signs that something bad was about to befall some poor soul. And just as it always has been, it fell to her to try and calm her down.

"Well, you did already key their car and pop their tires. You even scared the crap out of them when you pretended to be attacked and they almost called the police. You're lucky they came over to check on you instead of calling them or you would have been in big trouble," Tori replied, recounting Jade's endeavors to drive away their annoying neighbors.

"And yet, they're still here and still giving me a headache. I mean, I understand. Young couples, newly living together, they can't keep their hands off each other. I've been there. But seriously, if you're going to go at it all day be considerate to other people. These apartment walls aren't soundproof. Seriously, all I ask is a quiet bed and maybe less fake orgasms," Jade continued.

"Jade!" Tori exclaimed, scandalized.

"Tori, you can't disagree, even if you've rarely heard them. We don't even get that obnoxious and you're a freaking tiger in bed," Jade pointed out, causing Tori's blush to get worse. She was currently sitting up against the headboard, gripping the blankets to her chest, eyes wide and face red. She never could get used to the explicit way Jade spoke about things. She was far more conservative concerning private matters.

"Maybe you should say something then?" she suggested, turning to look at Jade. The dark-haired woman turned on her back and glared up at the ceiling.

"If I confront them about it I can't guarantee that I won't hurt them if they refuse to listen," she responded honestly. Tori rolled her eyes. Jade saw it and threw up her hands to let them fall back on either side of her.

"I can't help it. People have this rude habit of annoying me," she said.

"How many times do I have to tell you to be nice? If you just nicely explained the situation, I think they'll be more willing to comply. Threatening them with scissors won't work forever," Tori remarked sagely.

"It's worked so far," Jade responded pointedly. Tori pinched at the bridge of her nose, eyes closed.

"You know being nice is hard for me when people are so stupid or annoying," Jade pressed, propping herself up on an elbow to face Tori who was still frowning.

"Besides, you remember that day I tried to play nice with Moaning Myrtle when we were coming back from our date and she cut us off coming into the gate. I was mad, but I didn't even cuss at her. She apologized and I accepted. Even though I hate pretending to be nice to someone I really just want to throw a brick at," Jade recounted. Tori nodded and shrugged one shoulder, giving her that. It was a better response than allowing a laugh at the nickname she gave the neighbor. That would only encourage her. And Tori didn't want Jade to ruin Harry Potter for her more than she already had.

"The guy is a total dick though. Have you heard his conversations when the bros are invited over and she's gone? I wouldn't mind throwing a brick at him too," Jade added. This time Tori did chuckle. Jade's pout was adorable and her petulant tone added to the affect. Not that she approved of Jade's tantrum. She opened her mouth to offer condolences that would put Jade at ease when the very thing that upset her in the first place started up again. In an instant Jade was up and throwing the blankets off.

"That's it!" she snarled, stomping toward the door. Tori scrambled out of bed to cut her off.

"How about some coffee first? You always say it's a warm and delicious alternative to hating everybody, every morning, forever," Tori hastily reminded her, hands out to stop Jade from advancing. Jade stopped right before she reached the door, staring Tori down. Her expression went from angry to calm and then calculative. Tori didn't like the mischievous smirk that graced her lips seconds later. Like a flip of a switch Jade was eyeing Tori like a panther on the hunt. She fidgeted, her mind racing, trying to come up with a reason for the sudden change.

"I've just thought of a great idea," Jade revealed, stalking closer to reach past Tori to shut the door behind her, while at the same time backing her up until she was then pressed to the closed door.

"Uh, mind letting me in on it?" Tori stammered.

"Gladly, since you're going to help me," Jade answered, resting a warm hand on Tori's waist.

"With what?" Tori asked.

"Revenge," Jade whispered in her ear, body pressed against hers. She shivered.

"That won't solve anything," Tori tried to tell her, biting her lip when Jade's lips pressed to the sensitive spot just under the corner of her jaw.

"You sure about that? It's worth a try," Jade disagreed, moving to bite playfully at Tori's ear. Tori hummed, trying to focus her thoughts, but it devolved into a groan instead. Her thought process struggled. Jade's hands ran up her sides under her shirt then traced back down, making her skin tingle.

"Well, I don't like to call it revenge. Returning the favor sounds nicer," Tori allowed, causing Jade to laugh.

"Whatever you want to call it, Tor," she muttered, pulling her away from the door to relocate against the wall by their bed. The same wall they shared with their annoying neighbors. The squeaking still persisted but Jade planned to make them regret it. She reached up to knock hard on the wall, earning a short pause in the squeaking. As soon as it stopped she turned her attention to Tori.

"I'm sure you know what to do," she murmured, dragging a finger down her front to tug suggestively at her pajama shorts. Tori couldn't help reacting.

"Jade," she gasped. Jade grinned.

"I've never heard a better sound than when you're whimpering my name," Jade purred in her ear, knowing her words would help stoke the fire. Tori groaned and closed her eyes, head falling back and hips pressing into Jade's hands.

"Let's see if we can beat them at their own game," Jade challenged, sealing it with a kiss that quickly escalated into more.

The next morning Jade woke up to peaceful silence. Vaguely she remembered falling asleep to the same silence, Tori wrapped in her arms after another round of blissful revenge. She made sure Tori made her pleasure known and didn't hold back when Tori reciprocated. She wasn't normally rough with Tori, preferring tender passion, but she made sure their own bed complimented their activities. A large, pleased, smile spread across her face. It was the first thing Tori saw when she woke up several minutes later. It remained all through breakfast and grew impossibly bigger when they left their apartment and happened across their annoying neighbors in the parking lot. The couple awkwardly glanced at them and then hastily got in their car. Jade innocently waved at them when they drove by.

She was confident her point was made, but she would gladly improve upon it should they bother her again. Which they did when they got over the first incident. They went right back to it and Jade responded in kind. Until a week later she spotted a delivery man dropping off a rather large box. It looked like the neighbors finally got that new bed. For the first time in over a year Jade could work with focus, get to sleep on time, wake up on time, and enjoy the silence at her leisure. Whether the couple next door picked up on their activities or not remained unknown to Jade. Just as it should be.

"You're ridiculous," Tori told her one night while cuddled into her side, skin pressed against skin. Their own time together had gone back to slow and sweet. Jade chuckled, turning her head to kiss Tori's temple.

"I know," she agreed, proud and unashamed. Tori was just relieved the situation had been resolved without violence this time. To her, that was progress she would be all too happy to encourage.

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