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odxrilove · 10 months

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BIRTHDAY BOY

PAIRING: mingyu x f!reader

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers, bday party!au? kinda confession!au, uni!au but not really mentionned

WARNINGS: , flirting, swearing, alchohol, drinking, one mention of being high (not yn or seventeen), etc typical party stuff, game of truth or dare, minghao is annoying x1 (jk), yn gets jealous a bit, yn and mingyu are in love ewwww, huge make-out session (borderline smut...) (JKKK. or am i), lots of tension + more?

WC: +8.1k

SYNOPSIS: It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for him– completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshi’s a liar — and a bad one at that — but it’s already too late. Even though Mingyu knows he’s supposed to be excited about all the gifts he’s receiving tonight, he’s (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything you’re giving him.

A/N: thank u so so much to sara the loml pookie bear (@4xiaojun) for reading it so many times over the past few months and hyping me up ! i couldnt have finished this fic if it wasnt for u ily bae !!!! &&& rec song - i dont understand but i luv u by seventeen

FIC TAGLIST: @etherealyoungk @simpforyongbokk @luvhyun3 @nhularin @matchahyuck @graybaeismytae @mark-geolli @esloao @jaklvbub @sukistrawberry @raggedypansexual

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“Having fun?”

The music is loud, resonating off the walls and making your ears ring. But even if you barely hear your own thoughts over the noise, mingyu’s smooth voice fills your ears.

You change your weight from one foot to another, bringing the red cup to your lips and taking a sip of your drink. The alcohol isn’t cold anymore and you slightly grimace at the way it burns your throat when you decide to empty your cup. You pull the cup away from your mouth, bumping it deliberately against his before crossing your arms and looking up at him.

“Yeah. Even more so now that you’re here.”

His already pretty smile widens and his little vampire teeth appear as he throws his head back to laugh. Your mind is hazy from the alcohol and you’re a bit tipsy, glossy eyes staring at his neck. You always thought mingyu’s skin was so pretty.

Mingyu takes a look around the room before focusing on you again, leaning with his shoulder on the wall next to you. He’s tall and looking down at you, it makes you smile a little.

His heart beats in his chest at the sight of your cherry lips, still wet from the drink. He doesn’t think he’s seen you wearing this lip color before, recounting all the times you came to hangouts wearing anything else than lip balm. The color suits you though, he thinks.

Unconsciously, his eyes wander to your cup before landing on the white plastic rim, the red trace of your lip gloss making him shudder.

The glint in your eyes is mischievous when he makes eye contact with you again. He sees you looking him up and down and he has to yell at his own mind when certain thoughts enter his head. He can sense how you fill up with pride at the sight of him wearing the watch you just gifted him, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“You’re already wearing it?” your body turns to him a bit and he leans down even more at the same time, faces centimeters away from each other. He lifts his hand up with a grin, pushing his shirt sleeves up his arms even more when he notices you eyeing them.

This time, you smile so big Mingyu almost awes at the sight. You force yourself to stop smiling and look away but your happiness can be heard through your slightly playful voice. “The others wouldn’t be happy to hear that, y’know?”

Mingyu wiggles his fingers and flexes his arm, making you giggle and uncross your arms in the process. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s my favorite gift.”

He tilts his head to the side, ruffling his styled hair with his ring-clad hands. Mingyu isn’t much of a ring-wearer but when he does, it fills your stomach with butterflies– not that that doesn’t happen on a daily basis.

“Who said the others have to know?” His stare makes you feel weak, knees almost buckling under you. You lean back on the wall for support, something he definitely catches up onto with the way he smirks. “Let’s say this is our little secret, yeah?”

You blush when you realize he’s, again, wearing the rings you gifted him months prior for secret santa.

Mingyu turns to lean against the wall with his back, facing the crowd as he lets himself drown into the loud music and the warmth your body radiates, shoulders touching. Your friend crouches down a bit, legs stretching on the ground and head close to your neck. With a sigh, he plops his head on your shoulder, turning to hide against you. He grabs your hips and holds his arm around your waist, audibly whining against your neck.

You nod silently, picking at the rim of your cup. From how close the two of you are, Mingyu can count your lashes, admire your face and the way your lips curl into a smile when you see your friends having fun on the other side of the room.

His breath tickles your skin and you realize mingyu’s just as tipsy as you are.

“You know what Hoshi told me?” he starts off, voice small and softer than usual. You guess he’s a bit tired from partying all night. It’s only a few seconds later that you look at him, smiling and humming when he silently waits for an answer. “He said you had a second gift for me.”

The man, who’s supposed to be 6.1ft tall, seems to shrink even more at your question, pouting and eyebrows furrowing. He glares at you before his eyes turn soft, hugging your body from the side. “You know I didn’t mean it like that~” His voice is slurry and you laugh at him, patting his head and passing your fingers through his hair.

Ah Hoshi, he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t go around spilling secrets and creating drama. You avert your eyes, suddenly finding the fabric of Mingyu’s shirt very interesting. “Is the watch not enough for you? ‘didn’t know you would be so greedy, gyu.”

You nod again, fixing a few strands of hair on top of his head. “I like your hair like this.”

“Yeah? You think I’m handsome?”

Mingyu abruptly gets up, rolling his shoulders back to stand up straighter. He lets out a mix between a gasp and a chuckle before turning towards a mirror near where you’re leaning against the wall. He passes his hand through his hair, going over the spots you didn't touch and paying extra attention to not mess up the ones you previously styled as he smiles. Suddenly, his tone turns confident as he examines himself in the glass, winking and adjusting the sleeves of his shirt.

You try your best to keep a straight face but the alcohol in your system makes it a difficult task. “Of course, you’re always handsome.”

Mingyu seems to light up at your words, a big smile on his face as he returns to where you are, choosing to lean against the wall on your other side. You know he’s up to something with the way he looks at you but you don’t question it– he’s mainly harmless so you have nothing to worry about.

To Mingyu's surprise, you don’t deny it.

He taps his pointer finger on his chin, pursing his lips and giggling, “Could it be that you’re flirting with me?”

He swears he can see a teasing look in your eyes before it quickly disappears, making him gulp. He can’t even question you about it more before you’re intertwining your fingers together, holding his hand close and walking away from the wall. Mingyu feels like a puppy following his owner, tail wagging and tongue lolling out as he watches you drag him to the other room, discarding your empty cup on a random counter.

With a loud sigh, you plop down next to the armrest, dragging Mingyu down with you, squishing his big body between Hoshi and you. He looks at you and pouts as you let your head fall back on the couch, closing your eyes for a few seconds as the loud music resonates off the walls.

When the two of you enter the living room, you’re not even surprised to see some of your friends gate-keeping the couches, seemingly playing a drinking game. Hoshi is one of the drunker ones and you walk past him to get to the bigger couch, ruffling his hair as he stares with empty eyes at a framed photo hung up on the wall. He’s still out of it so you quickly scratch the underside of his chin with your nails and he perks up, immediately scooting over to give you and Mingyu some space on the couch.

You feel Mingyu’s hand resting on your forearm, slowly dragging up and down as he intensely watches goosebumps rise up on your arm. When Hoshi seems to get dragged into a conversation between Joshua and Seungkwan, voices fill the room and you joyfully listen, letting Mingyu take your hand in his.

His skin feels soft against yours and his thumb draws circles on the back of your hand. You turn towards him, leaning further against the armrest as he smiles at you. He’s cute you think, he’s always been cute.

And then Mingyu brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand delicately and smiling into the sweet kiss.

His eyes sparkle, the party lights making him shine. His hair is ruffled from the many hugs he received from his friends and his cheeks are rosy from the alcohol.

Suddenly, it feels like you two are the only ones there, like there aren’t dozens of partygoers stumbling around Mingyu’s apartment. It’s weird, how you stare at each other in absolute delight, ignoring everyone around you as if Seungcheol wasn’t calling out both your names for a game of truth or dare.

It’s Mingyu who first snaps out of it, having been elbowed in the ribs by Hoshi next to him. He grumbles in pain but lifts himself off the couch anyways, extending his hand out to you and winking at you. You laugh and place your hand in his, his warmth sending shivers over your spine.

Mingyu hoists you up from the couch and immediately wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you so close to him that your free hand lands on his chest. He tilts his head slightly and comes closer, mouth inches away from your ear.

“I’m happy you came. Thank you.”

Mingyu pulls back with a slight blush on his cheeks, the tip of his ears read. A shy smile covers his lips and for a moment you’re not sure if you’re able to speak. You shallow and find your vocabulary again, thoughts racing in your mind.

When you speak up, eyes locked into his, Mingyu thinks he could pass out from the sugary sweet tone in your voice.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”

With a silent nod of his head in the direction of the hallway towards his friends, you put your hand in his again and lead the way, zigzagging between guests.

—

“So, you really made out with that girl during summer camp? There’s no way that’s true.”

Laughter fills the room as you once again find yourself in the living room with Mingyu and his closest friends. At first, you had all followed one of the guys to the kitchen for a game of truth or dare until one of the partygoers threw up right on the stark white kitchen tiles, pausing the game and consequently pushing the group back to the sacred couches.

Jun yells at Dino, hitting the latter on the shoulder and downing his drink. The younger one cackles, teasing Jun more for his confession. “Shut up, dickhead. I’m not saying anything else, just know that she was the one who initiated it.”

His answer doesn’t convince Dino in the slightest and he just continues to laugh, falling backwards on the beanbag he’s currently occupying.

Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the joyful sound bringing a smile to your lips. You’re sitting right next to him again, but this time with your back to the armrest, one leg dangling off the couch and the other one blocked under the latter. Your heel digs into the skin of your thigh and unfortunately for you, it’s starting to feel like you have pins and needles in your legs.

You openly wince at the prickly sensation and squirm around, trying to release your hurt leg as you support yourself on the armrest, your feet on the floor slipping. Even with all the laughter and noise in the room– and Hoshi’s sudden barking, Mingyu notices and turns to you with worried eyes. You’re pouting without knowing it and he finds it hard to stare away from your lips, forcing himself to help instead.

What you didn’t expect however, was for him to pull your legs over his, in his lap, after you sat back down. You can feel your face heating up and you’re sure that your ears are full on red at this point. Mingyu knows the effect his action had on you, smirking while pretending like he’s absorbed by the current conversation– or more so an argument between Seungkwan and Dino about who used to have the best math grades in high school.

A gentle hand places itself on the side of your knee, helping you lift your leg as he guides you up with his other hand on your waist, respectfully and only after your nod of affirmation.

The boy continues to act like nothing is going on, seeming calm while his heart beats loudly in his chest. There is so much going on, the music resonating off the walls and friendly banter in the background, but Mingyu’s only focus is on the way your breath hitches when he hoists one of your legs up in his lap. He grabs onto your ankle, near the strap of your high heel and your leg soon joins the other one in his lap.

Mingyu’s being careful with his movements, unsure if he’s crossing a boundary or not– unsure if he just ruined one of his best friendships just because his heart couldn’t keep itself in check. But then you grin, eyes sparkling wide and radiant as you look at his hand on your ankle.

It’s a silent game of back and forth– Mingyu’s looking at you to see your reaction and you avoid his gaze, knowingly, to stare at his pretty hand running up and down your calf. Mingyu knows you would have said something if you disapproved of his action but he’s still feeling like a high school boy with a crush on someone for the first time, worrying about every small thing.

On the other hand, you are glowing, happiness and excitement radiating off you. You feel weird, butterflies erupting in your stomach as if you weren’t already aware of how much Mingyu could affect you– how he could make you fall in love with him over and over again.

Actually, if he thinks about it, he is a boy with a crush on someone– you, just not as a high school boy anymore since he graduated long ago.

You snap out of your little bubble, again, and for once you are grateful for Joshua. Because you’re almost hundred percent sure Mingyu was starting to trace hearts on your thigh. And you certainly didn’t know how much longer you could survive his constant flirting.

When your eyes lock, there’s a look and nod of agreement between you. And then his hand is on your upper thigh, thumb brushing circles on your skin.

“Truth or dare! Yn and Mingyu, you two are playing this round!”

Even with the guys’ screaming in the background, you hold eye contact with him for a little bit longer, just in time to see his eyebrows relax and his gaze soften before you’re diverting your eyes.

“Isn’t truth or dare something you play in middle school?” You tease your friends, trying to lift yourself off the couch to sit up straighter so that other people can join and use the couch. Before you can do so and pull your legs off Mingyu’s lap, he stops you with a hand on your knee, looking at you with furrowed brows.

“Cmon Yn, truth or dare is a classic. Even us oldies have to play it once in a while!” Dino exclaims, unaware of the sudden tension rising from your couch.

A loud slap is heard before Dino winces, turning around to face the culprit as Scoups menacingly points at him, “Ya! Who are you calling old!” They continue to argue for a bit, with Dino calling the oldest, well, old and Scoups pushing the youngest off the beanbag and on the floor.

Normally, you would have paid more attention to it, the friendly banter bringing you much joy, but this time your mind is focused on something else.

If Mingyu tried to talk to you right now, you would barely be able to hear it over the loud music, but he doesn’t talk to you, his gaze tells you enough. “Don’t” is what you understand he’s trying to say and you let out a deep breath. He’s still staring at you, hand still on your knee and his eyes seem to be pleading you to stay.

At that moment, you realize you could probably never say no to Mingyu.

So you set your legs back down in his lap, readjusting your dress so that you don’t flash everybody. When Mingyu realizes you decided to stay, he sends you a big smile, teeth on display. And when he smiles at you like that, you would trade every couch in the damn world to see it a bit longer. You don’t even care anymore about the other party goers who might have wanted to join the game, Mingyu and you clearly taking up the whole couch, with a drunk Dk squished to Mingyu’s right side.

“Hey lovebirds! We said you two are playing, pay attention instead of staring at each other!”

The game in itself isn’t that bothersome– your friends are mainly having fun, bickering and throwing each other under the bus when it comes to revealing not so important secrets. It’s pretty entertaining to watch and you take pleasure in it, but you can’t concentrate fully on Jeonghan’s story about how he saw his high school math teacher and science teacher, both married with kids, making out together in the science lab ten years prior. And all that because of the eyes boring into the side of your head.

You huff when you still feel his eyes on you after Woozi downed his drink, poking Mingyu in the ribs. A quiet yelp leaves his mouth and you smirk, triumphantly, crossing your arms proudly, chin high.

That is until Minghao turns towards you, pinky lifting from his glass and pointing your way. “Yn, truth or dare?”

Your cheeks grow hot, being caught off guard as you sink into the armrest of the couch. You take a moment to think. You know Minghao isn’t the type to completely humiliate you if you decided to choose dare, he’s actually rather laidback with you, but you also remember accidentally spilling his last cup of his favorite tea right on his lap when you all went to visit his new apartment a week prior. And since Minghao’s pretty protective of his tea, you’d prefer to avoid walking right into the cage of a wild and unpredictable animal.

And as the red-haired boy looks at you, waiting for your answer with a slight smirk on his face, you’re sure you made the right choice.

“Truth. I don’t want to leave this place covered in a mix of glitter and cereal or something.”

Truth it is. And could Truth possibly do even any harm?

Minghao hums, taking a last sip of his drink before finally speaking up. “Wise choice. Or not. Yn, of all the people in this room, who’s the guy you’re crushing on?”

Okay, so apparently Truth can do a lot of harm.

Your eyes widen, your mouth falling open in sock as everyone turns to look at you, some whispering between themselves and some even giggling.

You definitely did not think this through enough.

Mighao tilts his head a bit and you don’t waste a second more before you’re reaching forward to grab your shot glass off the table, “Pass”. In your haste, you forget that you’re basically sitting sideways on the couch and that you don’t have any support under you as you move your upper body off the couch, eventually losing balance and falling forward.

But before you can hit the coffee table with full force, an arm snakes around your waist, holding you up and bringing you back on the couch. Mingyu’s hand is holding onto your hip firmly, his fingers dipping into the fabric of your dress.

There’s a sudden silence as your friends look from you to Mingyu, then back to you. You turn your head towards your ‘savior’ and directly make eye-contact, the close position and the strong scent of his cologne making you dizzy.

Your face heats up, again, and you quickly grab your glass from the table, downing it and returning to your seat, hands clasped tightly together. Minghao eyes the now empty shot glass and chuckles, “Hiding something?”

You glare at him, “It’s one question only, Minghao.” You forgot sometimes how infuriatingly teasing he can be.

The next round of truth and dare goes more smoothly, nobody’s falling to the ground and there are no questions regarding anyone’s love life– if you don’t take into account Joshua asking Hoshi if his sister is still single.

You don’t know how much time passes but you feel at ease on the black couch, leaning the side of your head against the backrest as you continue to enjoy the nice and friendly atmosphere. The guys have now changed to another game in a smaller group, while the others thought it was a good idea to start playing Mario Kart.

The music changes to a slower genre when the clock hits 2am and you decide that maybe it’s time to get another drink, the alcohol leaving your system a bit too soon for your liking.

With a sudden boost of energy, you swing your legs off Mingyu’s lap and stand up, kneeling down to stack the empty shot glasses and bring them with you to the kitchen. While you’re doing so, you feel a tug at the bottom of your dress. Mingyu pulls the hem of your dress down as you lean over and he makes sure no one can sneak a glance under your short outfit.

You turn to him with difficulty, the stacked shot glasses in your hands and your heels almost knocking over a plastic cup on the ground. Mingyu looks up at you, hair brushed back and arm resting on the back of the couch. He waits for you to speak and you smile softly. “Want a drink?”

The corners of his mouth turn up and he gets up from the couch, taking the shot glasses from your hands. “I’ll go with you, if that’s ok.”

You nod, and almost notice the faint blush on Mingyu’s cheek, “Of course.”

The music is still playing through the heavy speakers in each corner of the room, the lights of the TV casts a colorful glow over Mingyu’s living room and the chatter of every party goer doesn’t go unnoticed as you two make your way out of the room, stepping over the many empty cups on the wooden floor and into the less crowded hallway.

There aren’t really a lot of people in the hallway, but most of them are walking from one room to another, making it a hassle to peacefully cross the hallway without bumping into someone. It’s loud and the people occupying the little space aren’t exactly making it easy to enter the kitchen.

Mingyu sees the mess before you do, taking all the shot glasses in one hand and grabbing your hand with the other. His back is creating a wall between you and the ‘danger’ in the hallway, and before you know it, Mingyu’s pushing forward, bumping into drunk party goers to make it through. He quickly creates a path, one that is safe to take as he pushes away the cups and beer bottles on the ground away and to the side, craning his arm so that you’re close to his back and following him.

When a very drunk– and probably high, guy stumbles out of a random room and directly into Mingyu’s shoulder, the shot glasses nearly fall to the floor, earning a panicked gasp from the owner. The guy doesn’t even bother to say sorry, looking past the both of you with a dead gaze as he tumbles forward, weak legs bringing him to the living room.

You whip your head around, smelling the awful stench coming from the guy and bring your hand up to cover your mouth. When he’s out of sight, you sneak one last glance to where he disappeared off to and tsks. “Asshole.”

Mingyu’s laugh brings your eyes back to him, puzzled. He just squeezes your hand, sending you a smile over his shoulder.

As you two finally arrive at your destination, the kitchen, your eyes widen in horror. It seems that there are even more people in the small kitchen than in the living room, which is already crowded enough. There’s not even enough space to navigate properly, people choosing to squeeze themselves between other people to get to the exit, spilling bits of their newly-filled drink. You hear Mingyu sigh– the cleanup the morning after is gonna be a tough one.

“Hey, why don’t you wait for me here? I’ll go in alone and come back with the drinks.” Mingyu turns to you, the shot glasses carefully leaning against his chest.

Mingyu watches as you glance around the hallway and then around him, into the kitchen. You bite your lip, showing you’re becoming a bit anxious and he furrows his eyebrows. His smile quickly falters, showing concern right away. “You okay?”

You look up at him as he turns fully towards you, almost blocking the doorway to the kitchen. You pass your hands over your dress, flattening out the non-existent wrinkles. “Yeah, it’s just starting to feel a bit too stuffy in here..”

Mingyu hums, raising his head to look at the end of the hallway, where the door to the balcony is situated. When he returns his gaze to you, he tilts his head cutely, licking his lips. “You wanna wait by the balcony? I told the guests not to go on there too much so that i won’t get a noise complaint from the neighbors. I think it’s safe if you go there.”

With a smile, you nod at Mingyu, “yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” You place one of your hands on the wall next to the kitchen before leaning in so he hears you better over the music. “Don’t die in there by the way! We haven’t even gone to Iceland yet like we planned to years ago– it would be a waste for you to miss out on our extravagant bucket list, right?”

Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the sound making you smile from ear to ear. “C’mon, who do you take me for? Seok– Oh sorry.” Mingyu cuts himself off, lifting his two hands in the air with one still holding all the shot glasses. The girl, who just bumped into Mingyu, and who you recognize as one of your classmates from your major, pushes her hair behind her ear, blushing at your friend.

Before she leaves, she mumbles a few words, but the music is way too loud for you to make out what it was, and then she’s gone.

You don’t pay too much attention to it, as does Mingyu, who’s already back to look at you. It’s not the first and certainly not the last time someone is going to bump into one of you two at his party.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You turn back to Mingyu, crossing your arms and making the silver necklace you’re currently wearing shine even more under the flashy led lights.

“Ah, sweetheart, you never listen do you?” Mingyu brings his free hand up to your jaw, tapping on the underside of your chin with his index finger. “I said, you need to stop biting your lips when you’re nervous. They’re too pretty for that.”

You can’t speak, your entire vocabulary having left your body. His hand then turns to cup the underside of your jaw, his thump grazing over your bottom lip, ultimately smudging a bit of your lipgloss. Your mouth falls open a bit at the shock but he doesn’t stop. “A pretty color.. for pretty lips. Suiting.” His thumb sweeps one last time over your lip before he retreats into the kitchen.

“Wait for me by the balcony, I'll grab our drinks for us.”

—

The temperature outside is completely different from the stuffy warmth inside the small apartment, the cold breeze making you shiver. You’re not a fan of the winter, or the cold in general, but when it’s almost 3am and your cheeks are red from being around Mingyu, the weather is probably the only thing keeping you sane.

You think it’s captivating outside– how the moon shines and provides you enough light, how the silence from nature and the muffled sounds from the party mix together, how the wind blows your hair around and makes you tremble. You like it all.

There’s a calming atmosphere around it. You don’t feel as edgy as before and you mentally thank Mingyu for allowing you to use his sacred space for your own benefit.

If you truly think about it, you had come to the party with no real intentions, but as the night goes by, you find yourself yearning for more.

You find yourself yearning for Mingyu. You suppose it’s not entirely a bad thing– it’s also not the first time.

You’re leaning over the balcony railing, looking down to the street at the foot of his apartment building. The concrete tiles are darker than usual, and wet– you were too absorbed by the party to even notice it was raining outside. The water droplets on the railing are cold against the skin of your forearms but you just clench your jaw through it. In a way, it wakes you up.

Your eyes are closed as you hum to the melodies of the pop song playing inside, chin propped up on your palm. You don’t know how long you rest your eyes, but you missed Mingyu’s voice when he opens the door to the balcony, stepping out of the apartment and smiling your way.

“Sleepy?” You just tilt your head, eyes still closed. You do turn towards him as you feel his presence behind you.

You realize Mingyu always smiles when he’s looking at you and butterflies race in your stomach.

Your hands are on the slippery metal railing as you lean back against it, the water droplets staining the lower back of your dress. It’s cold against your skin and you shiver, suddenly, and Mingyu notices, immediately stepping closer to you.

“Just a bit out of energy.”

Mingyu closes the balcony door behind him, swiftly setting down the two newly-filled plastic cups on a wobbly garden table in the corner and joining you. He stands in front of you, hands in his pockets and smirking down at you. You gulp, feeling like his prey.

“Why’s that?” His tone doesn’t show an ounce of concern. Probably because he knows he has nothing to worry about.

You’re not a jealous person, truly. You’re relatively confident when it comes to your relationships and friendships and have never deemed it necessary to throw a tantrum about your partner and who he talks to. To be fair, your last relationship was quite a while ago, but you still stand by your own beliefs.

So, feeling a tiny bit of jealousy creep up when your classmate– the one who had previously bumped into Mingyu– walked up to him in the kitchen and laid her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep was an entirely new thing for you.

You had even questioned yourself if you had the right to be jealous. You and Mingyu weren’t even together!

The fact that you could watch what was happening right from your spot on the balcony didn’t help you either– your curious self being unable to stop watching while your mind was telling you to think about happy moments– aka moments where Mingyu showed he was definitely more interested in you than in the party or your classmate.

So even though the little angel on your shoulder tried to avert your eyes from the crime scene, the manipulation play from the little devil on your other shoulder was a bit too convincing for your liking. In conclusion, you found yourself staring at the entire event.

Frankly, nothing happened. On Mingyu’s part at least. The girl however, let’s say she was just trying to get to know him (a lie you’re definitely not telling yourself to keep calm).

Honestly, you weren’t paying much attention at first. It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, of course people will go up to him and congratulate him. But when the girl– you honestly don’t even remember her name– leaned towards him and put her hand on his chest, on the same spot where your hand had been moments prior, you knew this was more than a simple “happy birthday!”.

Was it foul to only remember the way Mingyu’s smile seemed fake, the way he slowly backed away from her presence, and the way he rushed back to you? If it was, you couldn’t care less.

The two drinks he brought back were still sitting on the old table, untouched as if forgotten.

Mingyu’s a bit too close for your liking. You can probably start counting his lashes– or the sparkles in his eyes. But when you open your mouth to joke, so that the tension could leave your body, Mingyu interrupts you and gets even closer.

His tone is serious but you know he’s enjoying this, the corner of his mouth tilting up. “Were you jealous?”

You hate how good Mingyu knows you, and you hate the effect he currently has on you, even though you would normally bathe in it.

You know he knows, so there’s really no need to lie. Even more so when one of the reasons why he rushed back to you was because your eyes met when he was getting your drinks, and he saw you biting your lip. And you know now he doesn’t like it when you do that.

You lean back against the railing even more, the metal digging into your skin as your heart starts to speed up. Your sudden shyness doesn’t waver his interest in the slightest and he only takes a step forward, backing you up against the railing.

“What are you going to do if I say I was?”

At that, Mingyu chuckles, looking to the side before hanging his head down. When he looks at you again, his hand finds its way to your cheek and he carefully brushes over the blush adorning your skin.

The only thing you hear is a small ‘cute’ uttered under his breath before he retracts his hand and puts both of them on the railing behind you, trapping you between him and the end of the balcony.

Mingyu caught you, literally, and there’s not much you can do to stop him from getting what he wants. So you opt the easy way out, speaking the truth. “I was jealous, yeah. For the first time ever actually.”

His smile grows even wider. “Do you love me that much, darling?”

You don’t give him an answer this time, because you know he’s not really waiting for one. He knows and that’s enough for him, now. He also doesn’t really have the correct mindset to play this game with you at his party. The few glasses of alcohol you both took earlier are probably a bit at fault too.

You clear your throat and he speaks up again, voice a bit rougher than earlier. “I guess Hoshi didn’t lie when he told me you liked me that much that you would have prepared two gifts for me.”

“You know Hoshi almost always lies.” You let go of the railing, hands finding their way to Mingyu’s waist, fiddling with his leather belt.

You hear him inhale sharply, looking up to the sky for a short moment before focusing on you again, and definitely not on your hands.

To fight back against the aggressive butterflies causing havoc in his stomach, Mingyu pulls you towards him, one hand on your lower back and the other one squeezing the fat at your hip. He’s in total control, and he’s confident about it too– you couldn’t even blame him for it.

“Oh, almost always? So he’s not lying this time?” Mingyu leans down again, faces inches away from each other, to the point where you could just close the distance between the two of you with a small movement of the head. “Because I do think there’s some truth to it, sweetheart.”

Your hair swings in the wind, and even though it’s cold, you want to stay with Mingyu as long as possible. His body feels warm under your fingertips and you almost gasp when he pushes you against the railing, his hand protecting your lower back from digging into the cold, wet metal.

A short silence fills the air and you don’t know what to do except look away, your face growing hotter and hotter with every minute. Mingyu doesn’t talk either, too busy staring down at you. He makes a mental list in his head of all the things he loves about you, adoring you with his eyes while the music inside resonates from the glass door.

You look away because you can feel him stare, and you wouldn’t know how to react if you were to make eye contact, since the effect Mingyu has on you is continuously making your knees buckle under you.

“Were you interested?”, you suddenly ask, voice much quieter than before. It takes Mingyu a few seconds to realize what you’re talking about when you don’t meet his eyes, deciding to rather look at his shoes instead.

He thought he had made it clear– clearer than anything else– but he didn’t expect you to suddenly shy away while in his arms and close to his chest, all because some girl tried to flirt with him. Deep down, you know he isn’t (if he was, he wouldn’t be with you right now, risking at least a three day-long fever) but you want him to say it.

Mingyu just tilts his head a bit, a soft smile on his face as he tries to show you you have nothing to worry about. “Not in her, no.”

This time you smile back, a quiet ‘good’ falling off your lips as you place your hands on his forearms, palming his muscles through the sleeves. “Just wanted to make sure, y’know.”

He knows.

Now it’s his turn to ask questions though.

“Why didn’t you say anything during Truth or Dare?” The question comes off strong, completely out of nowhere and causing your eyes to widen in shock. You weren’t expecting him to mention the game and how much you had embarrassed yourself.

You’re quick to answer though, in all honesty. “Because the others didn’t have to know.”

Mingyu smirks, liking the way your face heats up whenever he does or says something. He feels like your eyes can’t take him in wholly, going from one part to another frantically as they slide over his upper body. “And can I?”

Your eyebrows furrow after his teasing tone makes an appearance again and he has to stop himself from letting out a chuckle. You’re almost pouting too, lower lip jutting out and unintentionally showing off your pretty lipgloss. You cross your arms, nails digging in your own forearms as the cold suddenly takes over you again. “I think it’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?”

A beat of silence, and then, “I want you to say it.”

He’s begging for it, pleading eyes boring into yours. His voice sounds somewhat more whiny as he starts to rub your sleeveless arms, making the goosebumps disappear. It’s not the first time you’ve seen Mingyu use his puppy eyes, he usually brings them out when someone teases him or when he needs something, and today, it’s the latter.

Once again, you find yourself unable to refuse Mingyu anything.

“I should have said your name when Minghao asked.”

Then he’s smiling again, happy you finally (kinda) admitted what you two should have confessed months earlier. He didn’t think you would give in so quickly, making him beam in excitement. His eyes are full of joy and his cheeks are rosy– you like to think it’s because of what you said, but the alcohol could still be playing a part in it.

You didn’t even feel tipsy anymore, no blurred vision or imperfect balance. It’s the first time you’ve sobered up so quickly, and you entirely thank Mingyu for it.

You truly don’t know how much time passed since you stepped foot onto the balcony, the cold weather dragging every minute out but Mingyu’s presence speeding everything up. The music seemed to have calmed down a lot since the beginning of the night, and when you glance around Mingyu and into the apartment, you notice you can actually now make out the furniture and picture frames in the hallway. The kitchen and hallway are mainly empty but you can still hear chatter and laughter coming from the living room, concluding the rest of the guests are probably scattered all over the couches.

When your thoughts are all over the place, a slight pinch at your hip wakes you up, bringing you back to reality– on the balcony, and still in Mingyu’s arms. He chuckles, smoothing down your dress where he pinched you, rubbing over the now sore spot as you slowly wince.

He looks behind him, into his apartment, where you were previously staring at and comes to the same conclusion as you.

You’re all alone, with no one around.

That thought alone makes him gulp. Fuck, was he always this nervous around girls?

It’s a silly question, because he knows he’s only ever that nervous when it comes to you.

He’s nervous, but he still craves for more so he focuses on you again. On your pretty eyes and how much they glisten in the moonlight. On your soft hair and how perfectly his hand fits in the nape of your neck, playing with a few strands. On your pretty lips and how he wishes he could just kiss away the lipgloss, so that you’d have to apply it again and he could then mess it up again.

Mingyu needs you now, and if that means speaking without a filter, then so be it– a sacrifice he’s more than willing to give.

“Are you going to kiss me now?”

You giggle and he feels dumb. But then you smile so deeply that he falls in love all over again. And he thinks you’re with no doubt the most beautiful soul he’s ever met.

Your hands start to travel back up from his forearms to his biceps, before landing on his shoulders, where they squeeze his muscles, the tension in them all too familiar. You eye him, entirely this time, taking your time to appreciate every single part of him.

You stare a bit too long at his neck and Mingyu blushes, unaware of how he’s supposed to react to this sudden onslaught of attention. Your hands move up to his jaw, holding his face close to yours as you stroke both his cheeks.

You truly have him twisted around your finger.

“Do you want me to?” It's an unnecessary question, but you want him to say it– just like Mingyu wanted you to before. Mingyu thinks he’s on the verge of collapsing, the only thing still keeping him upright are your hands on him and his on your waist and the railing.

He’s desperate as he catches both of your wrists and kisses them each, before bringing your right arm up to wrap around his neck. He’s slow but determined and it sends shivers down your spine. Your nails scratch against the nape of his neck and he groans, clearly affected by it– by you.

“Please, Yn.”

Your left arm soon joins the other one around his neck and Mingyu has to mentally restrain himself from rushing whatever good is supposed to happen. When both your arms are loosely hanging around his neck, your bodies are closer than ever, chests pressed against each other, warmth engulfing you entirely.

Your sweet voice is the last thing he hears before his mind circuits. “Guess it’s time for your second gift then.”

And then you’re standing on your tip-toes, closing the small distance between you two and finally, finally stopping the seemingly endless torture.

Your lips smash against his and it’s so aggressive because you can’t control yourself anymore. His lips feel soft and delicate against yours and you think you might end up breaking them– you wish you would.

Mingyu holds a strong grip onto your waist, his arm circling around it to make sure you don’t shy away again. His other hand is on the side of your neck, holding onto your face as he pushes you against the balcony railing.

One of the first things he notices is your raspberry flavored lip gloss– which he swears he knows he will never get enough of– and the slight hint of alcohol on your lips. It’s enamoring, enticing and everything he’s ever wanted.

You run out of breath quickly but you don’t stop, you refuse to, physically unable to separate yourself from him. It’s Mingyu who backs away first, leaving you desperate for more, chasing after his lips. You gasp for air, head spinning at the utterly new but heavenly feeling while Mingyu attacks your neck, jaw, and everything that could make your eyes roll back.

Your hands are gripping onto his shirt, nails clawing at his back as Mingyu takes pleasure in pressing kisses onto your skin, going from your neck down to your cleavage and stopping when his chin grazes the fabric of your dress.

Mingyu groans when you pull at his hair, biting and sucking at your neck before planting a last kiss on your collarbone, quickly coming back up to your lips. He swears he can’t live anymore without kissing you.

You drag Mingyu closer to you by the collar of his shirt, and then he’s kissing you again. His lips were determined and unrelenting, not letting go of you. He was addicted, goosebumps taking over his body as he bit down on your lower lip. You whined at the metal taste in your mouth, craning your neck for more.

Mingyu chuckled against your lips, kissing them slowly before sliding his tongue against your lower lip to soothe the bite. He’s barely leaving you alive, completely breathless but still– always– aching for more.

His mouth was devouring you and you just couldn’t get enough– both of you, too absorbed in your own little bubble to even notice the weather was becoming gradually worse, rain falling out of the sky in a downpour.

His tongue slid against your lips, again, before entering your mouth. Your hands holding onto Mingyu’s shoulders weren’t enough to get you anchored, legs trembling as he held onto your waist, muscles flexing.

Mingyu’s warmth surrounded you completely, to the point where you felt like you couldn't breathe properly. Mingyu had taken full control over you, as your mind was a total mess, and you were just able to follow his movements and beg for more.

You gripped onto his bicep as you arched your back, the rain drenching both of you to the core– not that you really cared anyway, the way Mingyu’s tongue fought with yours was what truly mattered.

You were ruined– completely and devastatingly ruined for everyone who wasn’t Mingyu.

Then he eventually parted from you, pressing one sweet kiss to your mouth and you almost teared up when you felt him smile against your lips.

Mingyu was beautiful, soaking wet hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks and the tip of his ears spark red and his lips swollen, red and plump from kissing you. His chest is heaving as you stare up at him, not caring in the slightest about the rain messing up your makeup and outfit.

His hands slowly lift up to your face, holding it so softly your heart skips a beat. His thumb sweeps over your cheekbone and he leans towards you, nuzzling your nose with his.

Mingyu’s eyes literally shine and your lips part in awe.

You stare too much but Mingyu doesn’t force you to look away, because he’s sure he’s staring just as much.

It’s only when you lean back into his arms that Mingyu notices the lingering taste of raspberry on his lips. He grins and he hopes that your lip color stained his lips, so that when you go back inside, your friends know that you’re his now– not that they weren’t aware before.

And when you lift your head to look at him, arms circled around his waist, your smudged lipgloss is enough to make him want more.

“Happy fucking birthday to me.”

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starryknight-tarot · 2 months

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𝓨𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓸

pile 1 -- > pile 2 -- > pile 3 pile 4 -- > pile 5 -- > pile 6

my masterlist<3 . paid readings Hello my beautiful souls ✨ I am here with part two of my yes or no pacs! Remember to meditate, take a deep breath, and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. My readings are meant for everyone, no matter what sexuality or identity you are. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't.

Pile 1 Card: Two of Wands

Yes, although I would as that the Two of Wands is closer to a maybe. I would say that the result really depends on your actions right now and how you go about this situation. Stay strong and courageous.

Advice Cards:

Put your tasks and goals in order

Deep, deep down, something needs attention

It's time to try something new!

Channeled Song:

Pile 2 Card: The Chariot

Yes, you need to stay consistent and keep your head high in this situation. Be brave and bold!

Advice Cards:

Love is the answer to your current situation

Release unhelpful influences and fears

Keep the faith. Stay intentioned. Your perseverance will pay off

Channeled Song:

Pile 3 Card: King of Swords

Yes, but in this situation, you need to more logic and use problem solving skills to get what you want. Following your heart may not get you the results you want.

Advice Cards:

You are much stronger than you think

Use your creativity to accomplish

Your body needs your attention

Remove all resistances and move into a state of flow

Channeled Song:

Pile 4 Card: Three of Pentacles

Yes, you will achieve what you want when you are willing to work with others and trust the people around you.

Advice Card:

It's time to realize the blueprint of your soul

Yes, you can . . . Set it into motion!

Weigh your situation carefully

Channeled Song:

Pile 5 Card: The Wheel of Fortune

Yes, but remember just as the wheels can turn on your favour, they can move away from you just as quickly. Luck is on your side.

Advice Cards:

Awareness opens a field of possibility in your life

Release all attachments that do not serve you

Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspects of your life

Channeled Song:

Pile 6 Card: The Devil

No, your obsessions and addictions may get the better of you in this situation. Don't give in to simple temptations. Advice Cards:

In harmony with your inner self, you are free to do be whatever you choose

Spend some time in stillness to reflect

It's is time to unclutter your body, mind, and spirit

Channeled Song:

Thanks for tuning in₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

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iamasaddie · 8 months

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my heart keeps beating like a hammer

PIMP!JOEL part 1, part 2, masterlist paring: Joel Miller x fem!afab!Reader rating: explicit word count: 4.8k summary: You and Joel experience somthing new, but when your experience is connected to sex, his novelty is purely mental. // Joel Miller is still a pimp and you still need money, that's it. warnings (for the chapter): changing POV (Joel and Reader); implied male masturbation, reader is getting more experience, discussion of period, spitting (x1); blow job, praise kink, dirty talk a/n: thank you to my soul @bearsbeetsbeskar as usual for being my lifeline and my biggest fan, and to @patti7dc for being PIMP's biggest fan. ILY <3 (also, not heavily beta-ed, all mistakes are my own) ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

Fuck, you smelled good. Good enough to eat.

As Joel laid in his bed, his right hand still a little sticky with your arousal and drenched with your smell, he couldn't stop replaying the moment you two just shared. Well, it was nothing special, or at least it was what he tried to tell himself. He watched you masturbate and then fingered you, a little. It was just a teaching moment, he had those before, multiple of them. And yet none of them had this peculiar mix of confidence and naiveté, like a spicy candy.

You looked beautiful as hell, too, and that didn't fucking help. Fresh after a shower, your clean skin that became dirty so quickly. The lower lip that you kept biting, he thought you'd draw blood. He'd lick the blood off you. Fuck, where did that come from?

No, it was just the heat of the moment. You were gorgeous, with your angles and your eyes, that didn't match your face neither in age nor experience. How can someone so old be so young? Joel felt like he was born old, he couldn't even remember himself young. But you... He brought his hand to run through his hair and here it was again, the overwhelming smell of you. He'd been hard for longer than it was healthy, that was for sure. Good thing he didn't cum in his fucking pants, that’d be just peaches.

Again, his mind came back to you, the way you fought your body for something so primal, that should be given to you so easily. And yet you struggled. He felt a weird sense of pride swelling along with his cock when he heard the way you sang for him as soon as his fingers touched your heated flesh. It was so soft, it called for him to get closer, to have a taste. Joel was just a fucking man with a fucking cock, and that cock got him in a lot of trouble before.

He said his thanks to all of the deities above - if there were any - for the way your eyes closed and brows furrowed, so you couldn't see him biting and licking his own lips, centimeters away from your oasis that he wanted to drink up, more than a glass of whiskey after the hardest day. He couldn't keep his eyes from the arousal glistening on your wet cunt, practically begging for him to dive in. Yet, he resisted. It would not do either of you any good.

Joel was brought to reality as he jerked in his bed when he heard soft whimpers coming from behind his closed door. There was no mistaking the sound, he almost anticipated it. Once you found the pleasures your body could give, it was hard to stop yourself from getting them.

Judging by the muffled sounds, you tried your best to keep your little night activity hidden from him, if not successfully.

"Fucking hell," he moaned to himself. His cock that started to soften a little came back to life in an instant, lifting up the simple cotton sheet he slept naked under. He shouldn't do it, not now, not like that. And yet his right hand - the hand claimed by you - lifted to his mouth unconsciously. "I am so fucked." His whisper was addressed to nobody, and he licked his palm with a stiffed moan as your taste claimed his tongue as well.

Surprisingly, the next day you weren't woken up by Joel. When your stomach pinched with cramps you already knew what was going to happen. It was early in the morning and you tried to be as quiet as you could paddling your bare feet to the bathroom. Yup, you looked down your cotton panties that already dried when you put them back on in the middle of the night, your period came. An ugly red stain looked back at you mockingly from the center of the gusset.

It wasn't a usual occurrence, malnourished as you were, so you couldn't keep track of when would be the next time you'd start bleeding. It was always a surprise, and always an unpleasant one.

"Fuck, you are so stupid sometimes," you muttered to your pussy, crouching down on the toilet and inhaling deeply to try and lessen the pain in your lower abdomen. You wondered what could be the reason for it, you'd only started eating more a day ago, so it shouldn't have been the case. Maybe…?

When Joel left you on the couch yesterday, your body continued to buzz with pleasure, and not long after you tried to make good of his lesson, abusing your pussy with your fingers orgasm after orgasm, not being able to stop once you got your first. His words, his praise, stuck to your brain like honey stains on the table.

"Good girl" - orgasm, "beautiful pussy" - orgasm, "listen to her", that was when you almost cried both with the strength of light exploding in you and the soreness of your clit. You didn't know if you fell asleep or just blacked out.

Yeah, that must've been it. "Yeah, I'm stupid, too," you muttered to yourself and looked around to find something that could substitute a pad of some sort so you don't bleed all over his sterile bathroom.

Of course, Joel wouldn't have anything in his place. Even though his current life was surrounded by women, it looked like no one with a pussy set a foot in this place, at least not on a regular basis. You sighed, and looked down on the t-shirt you wore to bed. Your t-shirt, the only one you owned.

You were sipping your second glass of water when Joel finally emerged from his room. His face wore that sleepy expression you grew accustomed to pretty quickly. Familiar sound of his bare feet paddling on the wooden floor disturbed the silence. He scratched his jaw with his left hand yawning soundly as he entered the kitchen.

"What the hell happened to your t-shirt?"

You shifted on your seat and looked at what's left of your t-shirt, you had to cut the bottom half off to make something resembling a pad. You wore sweatpants Joel gave you before going to sleep since your jeans were still wet. Your stomach was on display and you tried to pull the ripped material a little bit lower to hide your belly-button.

"Umm..." Telling him that you decided to try a new look, more appropriate for the stereotypical worker of a brothel, would only make you look more stupid, so you decided to go for the truth. "I'm on my period."

You were never fazed by talking about the natural processes your body had been going through, you just didn't understand what could be so embarrassing about the way your body worked. Not like you could change it. Joel seemed to share your views as he didn't even raise an eyebrow to your admittance. He seemed more confused about the thought process that lead from your getting your period to you having only a half of your shirt on.

"And that explains why half of your t-shirt's gone?"

"Well, I couldn’t go around bleeding on shit, could I?" You were snappy as it was, but when period came, even though it wasn't such a frequent occurrence, you'd noticed yourself being a next level bitch. You inhaled deeply to calm yourself down and continued in a calmer tone. "You don't have any cotton in your bathroom."

Joel, unfazed by your temporary lash out, just hummed to himself and nodded, circling you around and rummaging his cupboard for a clean cup.

"I’ll ask my girls and bring you some tampons tonight." You snapped your head around. Tampons were fucking rare. Not only were they expensive as fuck, but you'd also have to ask for them every single day during the whole month in hopes to get them first. Sometimes you had to go without. Well, you had to go without most of the time, but whenever you could get a tampon or two you were very grateful for not having to wash your clothes from blood stains every day. Joel turned his head slightly, taking in your hopeful expression. "You know how to use those?"

"Yes, I know how to use fucking tampons." You huffed, annoyance claiming you quicker than you managed to tame it. But then something else settled in your brain, "you're going out?"

"Sure am," Joel nodded, moving around the kitchen and preparing everything so you two could have a breakfast - some boiled eggs, bread and your usual cup of black coffee. "Can't spend my days bottled up here, no matter the company. Birds need their daddy to take care of them." He let out a small laugh that sounded almost affectionate.

"Ew," you wrinkled your nose in a fake disgust, even though hearing that word did something to your insides. "What the fuck, they call you daddy?"

"Some do." Joel shrugged his shoulders like it was the most normal thing in the world and you were the real weirdo. You decided to change the subject to something that was nagging you from the inside.

"Do I need to leave?"

"And where'd you go?"

"I dunno, out."

"Bleedin'?"

The stupid back and forth got on your nerves. The man was like a fucking riddle, whenever you thought you had the right answer turned out you read the instructions backwards. You pinched the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes and exhaling louder than needed.

"Can you just say yes or no, or do I need to call you daddy for you to talk to me like a normal person?"

"Not sure you deserve to call me that yet, rabbit." He scratched his beard and chuckled, Mr. fucking Funny in all his glory. "You can stay, I told ya as long as we have an agreement, you can live here, I ain't kicking you out."

"And you're okay with just leaving me here alone?" You furrowed your brows at this. He was ready to leave almost a complete stranger in his apartment? Alone? Where were the trust issues in this man? What was wrong with him? Either he was unbelievably cocky, or dumb as a rock.

"Should I not be?" His gaze stuck to your face like glue, brown eyes following every twitch and wrinkle on your face as you tried to scold it in the trustworthy expression. There was no use in him thinking you were a criminal of some sort, especially now.

"No, I'm just..."

"Do you want to rob me and run away? I can tell you where I keep my stash," his right hand gestured vaguely somewhere, and you didn't need to see that to know he was pointing towards his room. "So you don't trash the place when I'm gone."

"I'm not going to rob you." You were a lot of things: hungry, desperate, lost, but you were not going to steal. Not from him, or not now, at least.

"I thought so." He placed two plates on the table, you didn't even notice him finishing making the food. "Dig in."

When the door closed behind Joel you waited exactly five obligatory minutes before going to his room. You went through three stages of excuses:

1. If you were staying with him, if you were to trust him with your body, you should really know something about him. He might have sawed body parts buried in his drawers. And it's not like the man ever told you anything about himself besides the information you already knew through street gossip. It was a matter of your safety.

2. If he didn't want you to snoop, he'd close the fucking door. Or he'd at least tell you not to go there. You knew it was a weak fucking point, it was common sense to not snoop when you're at someone else's place. But, you know... See #1 for better reasons.

3. Fuck it, you're gonna be quick and it's not like you wanna steal from him.

His room was less spacious than you expected it to be. The walls were painted yellow, or maybe they were once white, and lacking any form of personality. There was a simple bed in the middle of the room, big enough for two normal people or one Joel, covered in simple grey sheets. He only had one wardrobe and one desk. The desk was cluttered with a filled ashtray, some papers, and a couple of dirty glasses. Not so clean after all, you snickered to yourself. Overall the room was fucking boring and didn't give you any answers as to who Joel was at all.

You went to his wardrobe, the wooden thing being the only place where the secrets could be kept, and were disappointed almost instantly. The first shelf carried his boxers and socks, almost all of them black. You rummaged carefully through them hoping to find a hidden section, but to no avail. You sighed and pushed it back. The second drawer was filled with his clothes, not a lot of it, a couple of t-shirts, a pair of sweatpants, and a few warm-looking plaid shirts.

"Fuckin' hell, man, could you be less pimp-ish?"

You were almost disappointed in him. As you lifted each item of his clothing, trying to see the bottom of the shelf, your eyes caught something. You snaked your hand under the soft green flannel and tugged on the thing. It was a watch. Nothing special, just a big, military-looking wrist watch. Your finger traced the ridged side of it, nail scratching the cold metal as one little thing looking right at you somehow made the watch different. It was busted. The hands didn't move and the glass was cracked. Why would he keep a busted watch in his drawer?

There was no other explanation for it but having an emotional value to him. You didn't have stuff like that, but you knew other people did. Some of them were weak because of it, some were strong. It was always a Russian roulette to meet someone that had lost something, they were either broken, or ready to break.

You stuffed the watch back and your fingers grazed something else, it was almost indistinguishable from the smooth board under your fingertips, so you had to look carefully before pulling it out. A folded piece of paper appeared between your fingers. It looked very old, the map of creases telling you that it had been folded and unfolded multiple times, and even with the care put into such a simple action it was almost torn apart. The edges were ripped, the yellow spots either from time or something spilled on the paper were staining the once white sheet. You hesitated before unfolding it. If it was a love letter, or something of the sort, you'd feel really shitty for seeing it. Clenching your jaw, you weighed your options: you could put it back, close the door and let curiosity eat you alive, or you could look and just live with shame. Shame wasn't new. You could do shame.

You carefully opened the fragile piece of paper, holding your breath and thinking of the multiple variants of what it may contain. Your exhale was so loud and strong, the sheet in your hands trembled.

Not a diary page, not a love letter, not even a suicide not, just a... Drawing?

It was hard to tell, really, most of the paper was covered in colorful splotches, not actually resembling anything. There was a giant pink splotch that had some form right in the middle, and you stretched your hand back a little to understand what it was.

A butterfly. A giant pink butterfly surrounded by multiple other little butterfly splotches in orange, purple, green. The giant butterfly was faded, her wings streaked with something, almost transparent where the paper folded.

There was something written on the bottom of the drawing, an ugly black smudge already unrecognizable. You wondered what happened to this part, did someone spill water, or…

You weren't allowed to let your mind wander as you heard the key turning in the front door. You tried to shove the picture back as carefully as you could, and sprinted out of Joel's room, dropping on the couch. You just hoped he didn't have a photographic memory of how everything was placed.

"Here you go." Joel threw a light, half filled box at you, skipping the pleasantries when he found you on the couch, wrapped in a blanket like a potato in foil. You didn't catch it, and, ricocheting from you, it fell on the floor with a 'thump'. You groaned a little, cramps didn't bother you but there was an unpleasant tightness to your muscles, as you stretched out and picked it up from the floor checking the contents under Joel's curious eyes. There were only six simple white tampons inside but you’d managed with far less before. You looked up from the box, meeting his gaze.

"So?"

"Thanks," you muttered, scurrying to the bathroom, clutching the priceless box to your chest.

When you came out of the bathroom, a pleasant feeling of being clean and staying clean no matter how you moved uplifted your previously dire mood. You found Joel sitting on the couch, his thick, denim-covered thighs spread in a dominating move as he sipped on something - whiskey, you supposed - in his clear glass. Memories of the night you had spent washed over you, bringing back the tightness and slight awkwardness. You felt uneasy, not able to find a place. You weren't there to just chill with him on the couch sipping whatever. You weren't friends, probably wouldn't ever be. But he did treat you decently, as far as decency went in this world. There was no way you could continue your lessons tonight, though, not with the bloodbath that still happened in your panties. And he must have been oblivious judging by his calmness.

"Sorry." You came closer to the couch, hands twitching in an attempt to crack a bone. Joel finally looked at you, his face was nothing but confused.

"What exactly are you sorry about?"

Oh fuck, you really didn't think you'd have to explain that, surely he wasn't expecting you to… He himself wouldn't find it normal to…

"Well, I'm on my period, so it's not like we can have another... lesson." You cringed as you said it, wrinkling your nose.

"A true warrior…" he laughed to himself.

"What?"

"Nothin, rabbit." He shook his head, finishing his drink in one go and placing an empty glass on a tiny unsteady-looking table next to the couch. "But you're wrong, there’s a lot of things we can do without having sex sex."

"I don't think I need another lesson on how to get myself off. I am okay with it." Remembering last night, you should've said you were way more than okay with it. Having one orgasm by your hand made you go crazy, you kept rubbing one after the other until your clit physically ached and your head was delirious with all the pleasure.

Joel gave you a once-over, wiping his mouth with his hand and looking into your eyes.

"Today you're gonna learn how to suck good cock."

You choked on your saliva. Not that the idea was unknown to you, but still for some reason you didn't expect him to say it like that even taking into consideration the nature of your relationship.

"What?"

"You heard me." He nodded, proceeding to justify the topic of today's lesson. "That’s a popular one, so you need to know how to do that. Some men don’t have enough cash to go all in, so they settle for a blowjob. That’s why you need to know how to give a good one, and what better way to learn than to start practicing right away."

If there was one thing Joel Miller didn't lack in, it was logic. Whatever topic he was on, not only did he manage to come out a winner, but he also made it sound like it was the only reasonable thing. You found it hard to resist his arguments, and you didn't feel like you were in the place to do so.

"I haven’t…" You stammered, but then looked him straight in the eyes, almost with a challenge. "I know what it is, I just never actually did it."

"Yeah, yeah, my innocent rabbit, I understand that." Joel didn't wait long before unbuttoning his jeans and dragging the zipper down, the sound louder than the blood pumping in your ears. "Lucky for you, cocks are simple, don't worry. Just come here," he spread his legs wider after dragging his jeans half down, "and get on your knees for me, pretty."

As you stared at the meaty shaft that you felt like stared back at you, you found a second thing Joel Miller didn't lack in - cock. You didn't have a big frame of reference, but you felt like in any world - old or new - Joel was a generously gifted man. His cock was pleasant to look at, which surprised you. It had a nice, almost tanned pink color to it, the head looked darker and a little bit more tense, shining with something. He was girthier than your hand could circle, you could tell that without even having him in your hand, so putting him in your mouth felt intimidating to say the least. ‘The Cock’ - you pictured it starting with a capital letter in your head - was curved to the right just the slightest bit, and if you came closer you could see a vein running from the base and to the almost angry top.

"If you stare at the cock for so long, a man's gonna think there's something wrong with it." He chuckled, and gripped the base of his cock with a thumb and two fingers. "Come on, baby, open your pretty mouth for me. It's time to learn a thing or two."

You did follow his instruction, opening your mouth wide and waiting for him to shove his dick right into your glands. But he didn't hurry.

"Now, stick your tongue out a little, baby, feel the weight of my cock, get a taste." You again did as he told, feeling awkward with your tongue out, but that feeling went away as he placed the hot, heavy head of his cock right on your tastebuds. He moved a little, getting a tiny bit more of him further in your mouth and exhaled through his flaring nostrils as your lips reflectively closed around his tip.

Yeah, it was big, as big as you thought it'd feel. But it wasn't unpleasant. The skin of the head was smooth and soft and your tongue started wandering, swirling around it. The tip of your tongue found his slit and the salty taste of him filled your senses.

"Oh-f-fuck, baby, you're not bad, not bad at all."

You knew you would smile if your mouth wasn't full of his cock and your brows weren't furrowed in concentration. "Relax your tongue, rabbit. You can let it go, tease me a little, kiss the shaft and do as you feel, y'know."

His voice was strained, like he was in pain, but the blown out darkness in his eyes, the deadly grip that he had on the couch's pillow, told you that he might feel something else. Something that you were feeling yesterday.

You let his cock out, a string of saliva that was pooling in your mouth still connected you as you started peppering his shaft with open mouthed kisses and licks. He was like warm steel under your lips, and you smelled something else besides whiskey and his pine soap. Salty sweat and something else, something you'd never smelled before but it was growing its roots in your senses, making your ministrations almost hungry. You felt him twitch and pulse under you, his breathing sound and feeling like the highest praise. You went lower, and lower, sliding your nose along his shaft as you got to the heavy sack of his balls, round and as big as everything else. You lifted uncertain eyes, Joel above you but with the most submissive look across his face that he tried to scold unsuccessfully.

"Go on, baby, you're doing perfect. You can give ‘em a kiss too." And you did. Your lips and tongue caressing the soft skin covered in coarse hairs. That's when you heard it, Joel moaned. The sound sent shivers down your spine, a gush of wetness that you knew wasn't all you period, started leaking out of you. You continued licking at his balls, lightly nipping on soft flesh, trying to get them inside your mouth but afraid to hurt him with your teeth.

"Th- that's enough teasing, baby, or I'll cum in your fucking hair." He stuttered a little and you gave his balls a final wet kiss, your cheeks heating up as you saw them shining covered in your saliva. You looked back at Joel, taking in his red, sweaty face and the clenched fist too close to his face, like he was biting it. Without waiting for the next instructions, you licked a fat stripe across his cock, taking the head back in your mouth. He was right, cocks were pretty easy.

You knew there was no way you could take all of him in, you weren’t even sure it was physically possible, so you hugged what didn't fit in your mouth with your hand trying to mimic little bobs you did with your head.

"You need to wet it first, rabbit, so it slides easier." He reached for your hand, his cock still half buried in your mouth. You gave it to him freely, shocked, but not repulsed when he slouched a spat in your mouth. "Go on, baby, you gotta make me feel good."

Your hand was wet, but not as wet as your panties. He was right once again, your spit-slicked hand moved easily around his shaft, the wet heat of your mouth complementing the soft motions of your hand.

"Tighter, baby, close your lips and your hand tighter. Yeah, just like that, f-fuck. You're good. Good girl."

Your left hand gripped at your thigh, nails digging in your skin through the sweatpants as you tried to contain a whimper begging to leave your mouth. You lifted your eyes giving his cock a stronger suck and met with dark pools of his staring back at you intently. You couldn't describe the gaze as anything but a painful hunger. You saw it a hundred times in the mirror, you just didn't know you'd see it staring back at you as you sucked somebody's cock. You hurried to close your eyes, somehow it felt too intimate, too close, your movements became a little faster as you got a grip, your thumb pressing into the underside of his cock, where a thick vein pulsed stronger and stronger with the more of Joel that you swallowed.

Your cheeks hollowed in a sucking motion and you felt Joel placing a gentle hand on your hair and yanking at it softly, making you return the eye contact as he started to speak through gritted teeth.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth now, you don't have to swallow, baby, you can spit it out, it's fine."

Still remembering the unique taste of his precum that you came to enjoy, you didn't even think about spitting whatever he gave you now. For some reason, you felt like owning a part of him deep inside you would make you more equal to him. Not that he ever treated you like anything less. Like you'd know a part of him that he didn't share before. His loud groan was the only warning you got before the hot spurts of his seed hit the back of your throat, you started swallowing, trying to taste him on the roof of your tongue as your soft flesh continued milking him until he was spent. You kept his cock buried in your mouth, still lightly caressing the flesh that couldn't fit with your right hand.

"Fucking hell, rabbit, you're gonna make me pay for our lessons if you keep acting like this."

You let his cock out with a wet pop, wiping saliva from your lips and kissing the shaft as you let it go and unable to say what made you do so.

"You already pay," you said mundanely, "you let me stay here, and you feed me."

"Right." For the split second that you swallowed his seed, your eyes blown out with desire, his brain short circuited and he forgot the kind of situation you were in. "Well, good then, we're even."

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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Ok I was not expecting November to be out until actual November so when I saw your post about au reqs and that the story was finished, I was like ??? Omg what ???

Anyway, loved loved the fic, the concept was original and executed so well, give me x1 farmer’s market steve please. You and your writing talents are incredible! ❤️

And I also have some au requests! and tbh it’s mostly like Steve pov for like everything 🫢 I know it’s going to hurt so much but Steve pov when he comes back and reader’s not there 🥺 And then on the flip side, steve’s first impression of reader at the market 🥺 And also, steve and reader’s first date when they’re back together 🥺

thank you so much for reading!! i'm so glad you liked the fic <3 as for your request, i'm going to go with the middle one -- steve's first impression of bee girl at the market! i have a hard time getting into steve's head but i've tried my best <3

steve's first impression, 1.1k | a no good at waiting one-shot | au masterlist ___

It's not a great Saturday for Steve. The thin fabric on the knee of his jeans finally tore when he tugged them on this morning and he's pretty sure he's getting a sunburn since Robin stole his hat. And, to add to his stress, said best friend is trying her very best to ruin his birthday surprise for her.

Nothing big, not really, just a few candles in her favorite scent from New-Bee's. Which he's meant to pick up today, but Robin won't leave him alone. Despite all of this, Steve manages to take a few deep breaths in the hustle and bustle of market prep. He's a pro at this by now -- making sure all of the produce is organized, prepping the bags for customers, and getting the change drawer sorted. He knows that Claudia Henderson will be by for her plums at 10 and that Ted Wheeler will want apples without any bruises at 1. He'll swing by Rick's to give Eddie his eggs at 11:30 and Joyce will want some berries for Will at close.

This is Steve's life and damn, he's got it down to a system. And he loves it. The Hawkins farmer's market is his home and he knows it like the back of his hand.

Which is why he barely stops himself from swearing out loud when he sees you at the New-Bee's stand instead of Melanie. How could he have forgotten that the new girl was due? Everyone has been waiting for you to show at a market since you got here but this weekend seems to be the one you've decided to make you appearance at. All of his stress rushes back to the surface and he knows he's not going to be his best self for the next few moments. But he needs these candles before Robin notices he's gone.

Even still, he allows himself to stare at you for a few moments before he gets your attention. You're pretty, he realizes with surprise. Really pretty and you look a little lost, a little shy. The stand has been organized much more carefully than Melanie ever bothered to, everything in neat rows with the labels turned out. You care, that much is clear. But why? he wonders. How did you get here?

Not questions for now. He looks over his shoulder but finds no sign of Robin. "Hello? Anybody home?" he says, waving his gloves in front of your face. You startle a little, then smile hesitantly.

"Hi," you say. "Can I...help you?"

He taps his foot once. "Who are you? Where's Melanie?" He doesn't really listen to what you say, eyes taking in your name tag. He says your name aloud in his head, turns it over in his mind before casting it away. And then you say his and he fights the urge to shiver. Get a hold of yourself, Harrington, he thinks.

Maybe he can turn on the charm for you. You probably don't have any friends yet, maybe haven't talked to anyone your age in weeks. So he figures he can pull it off. He decides to lean in, but that only gives him a better look at your face, at the color of your eyes. He has to blink a few times to get himself to focus.

What happens next isn't entirely his fault. That's what he tells himself. It's the unfortunate combination of the day: he's a little stressed, you're new and he doesn't know you, the threat of Robin seeing his activities at any second. But one second he's thinking about flirting with you for real and the next you're telling him you don't have the candles and then you're snapping at him and--. Well. He's backing away and heading for Sara's empty-handed and tasting something sour.

"What was that about?" Robin asks him when he slides behind the berries and starts to fuss with them. "Did Eddie just say you were being mean to the new girl? I haven't even met her yet, Steve! You can't ruin my chance to charm her."

"Yeah, good luck with that," he scoffs. "She's a real treat." Maybe he's being a bit cruel but you were pretty rude to him. He doesn't want you to be rude to Robin, too.

He drags her with him to Rick's to drop off Eddie's eggs during a lull. She interrogates him the whole time.

"I don't get it, Steve," she says and he shushes her. "She just refused to help you? I don't think Bob would hire someone like that."

"Yeah, Harrington," Eddie says, watching the conversation with interest. "You sure you're not just rattled by how pretty she is?" Steve scowls and hopes he's not blushing. Will no one believe him?

"What's it to you, Munson?" Steve bites out. Eddie holds up his hands and gins.

"No need to get jealous, dude," he says. "She's all yours." Robin cackles.

"She's not -- shut up!" Steve runs his hands through his hair. These fuckers will never let him have a moment's peace. "That's not what this is about. Besides, she doesn't seem eager to make friends. I mean, she was pretty rude to me!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you were so nice to her," Robin says. "How did she piss you off so much?"

"She couldn't find the...uh...stuff I ordered weeks ago, Robin. I mean, keeping track of stock isn't hard. I don't know where she came from anyway. Maybe she'll be gone once Bob realizes she's losing stuff like an idiot." Steve has his back to the crowd and he catches Robin's grimace too late.

"Steve," you say loudly, and then your hand is on his shoulder, not so gently turning him around to face you. His brain moves a little too slowly, eyes widening and cheeks flushing as he realizes you overheard him. Shit, he thinks.

Maybe he can salvage this. "Uh--"

"I found your things," you say. Your grin is downright terrifying, and yet he still thinks you're pretty. "So sorry it took so long. I'm just so new and stupid." He grabs the parcel you shove into his hands and doesn't even lean back when you get really close. He can see you pupils dilate. "You don't know a thing about me," you hiss, "so I think you should go fuck yourself."

You turn on your heel and stalk away and Robin and Eddie start to laugh a little too hard.

"Oh my god," Robin says around her heaving breaths. "She's amazing. That was amazing."

"Pick your jaw up off the ground, Harrington," Eddie says. "You'll catch flies." Steve snaps his teeth together and frowns at his friends.

"Stop laughing," he demands. "This isn't funny! I told you she was rude!"

Robin pats him on the back, eyes on the parcel. He shoves it behind him and she sticks her tongue out.

"Yeah, dude," Eddie sighs. "You're so fucked."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #no good at waiting

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zegrasdrysdale · 7 months

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all about zegrasdrysdale

my name is malia ! i’m 22 y/o and i use they/she pronouns

i’m a full time college student majoring in english and student-athlete

i am in my senior year of college

i’ve been watching hockey my entire life but didn’t get super into it until november 2022

i was bribed at 10 to like the devils and have never looked back, but now i also really like the ducks and canucks

you can also find me on twitter or on my fic rec acc !

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YOUTH BLOSSOM 🪷

Ep. 4 y/n notice x1!!

warnings :: n/a

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SYPNOSIS L/N Y/N, the IT girl of Decelis Academy, has always been expected to date Hwang Intak, the IT boy of Decelis Academy. They were both off-limits for everyone but each other and every single student at Decelis Academy knew that. However, this expectation is challenged when her best friend Pham Hanni, suddenly announces her "secret crush" on the same guy as her?! Y/N can't tell if she's lucky or not when one day during cleaning time, her fellow classmate Yang Jungwon, offers to fake date her and get Pham Hanni off of her back about her own crush on Hwang Intak after the supposed confession that happened.

AUTHORS NOTE silly filler chapter before we get into more plot!! hope you're all excited for whats to come!!

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minheeskitten · 1 year

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Masterlist

This is a masterpost of links to other lists, one for each group!

(Some posts are from @minheeskitten-archive the sideblog that i remade over on a new account here!)

Reminder: Any X reader are past works and are no longer being made. Please do not request x reader. I am uncomfortable with writing it.

Cravity!

Kingdom! Including Chiwoo!

Ateez!

Drippin!

Mirae!

X1!

Victon!

Weus! Onewe Oneus!

The Boyz!

Omega X!

Enhypen!

EXO!

Treasure!

Soloists

Misc.

#masterlist #cravity smut #onewe smut #x1 smut #drippin smut #mirae smut #kingdom smut #ravn smut #victon smut #oneus smut #the boyz smut #not a smut post

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Players

@callilouv (Cal/Lou) [Eliminated]

[-100p] X X X

Items:

30min simp pass (x1)

Assigned:

Genshin: Halfdan

OG Biases:

Genshin: Dottore

Honkai Star Rail: Jing yuan || Dan Feng || Blade

Tears of Themis: Vyn Ritcher

R1999: Tennant || A Knight || Lilya

MLBB: Nolan || Xavier

Others: White Knight (Granblue Fantasy) || Link (BOTW) || Erebus ( @lo-cinno ’s oc)

@sunnidear // @cinnamim (Sunni)

[815p] X X X

Items:

30min simp pass (x2)

Gift strike shards (x10)

Satchel of Thievery (x1)

Watch of Slackening (x1)

Assigned:

Honkai Impact 3rd: Mobius

OG Biases:

Twisted Wonderland: Malleus Draconia

A Date With Death: Casper

Genshin: Wriothesley

Guilty Gear: Ky || Dizzy

@mx-kamisato (Artem/Noodles)

[1p] X X X

Items:

30min simp pass (x3)

Fool’s Mark (x2)

Assigned:

Twisted Wonderland: Ashton Vargas

OG Biases:

Genshin: Neuvillette || Diluc

Detective Comics: Tim Drake || Jason Todd || Conner Kent

A Date With Death: Casper

Twisted Wonderland: Malleus Draconia || Ruggie Bucchi

@so2uv // @st6rly (Sol/Jun)

[1p] X X X

Items:

30min simp pass (x1)

Simp pass shards (x31)

Pouch of Wealth shards (x9)

Pouch of Wealth (x1)

Gift strike shards (x18)

Fool’s Mark (x1)

Assigned:

R1999: Diggers

OG Biases:

Genshin: Kazuha || Wriothesley || Albedo || Scaramouche

Honkai Star Rail: Blade || Sunday

Obey Me: Simeon

OCs: Xander || Yvette ( @tired-oc )

@cryssys-here (Cryssy) [Eliminated]

[215p] X X X

Items:

Simp pass (x3)

Simp pass shards (x10)

Satchel of Thievery (x2)

Pouch of Wealth shards (x10)

Gift strike (x1)

Fool’s Mark (x1)

Assigned:

Mobile Legends: Kimmy

OG Biases:

Genshin: Tartaglia || Scaramouche || Wriothesley || Neuvillette

Honkai Impact 3rd: Kiana Kaslana || Bronya Zaychik

Honkai Star Rail: Blade || Jingyuan

@stellar-skyy (Avery) [FORFEIT]

Assigned:

Honkai Star Rail: Topaz

OG Biases:

Genshin: Kokomi || Furina

Honkai Star Rail: Asta

R1999: Click

@k4saneterritory (Milo/Mimi/Ocean)

[350p] X X X

Items:

30min simp pass (x1)

Fool’s Mark (x2)

Assigned:

R1999: Dikke

OG Biases:

Genshin: Kokomi

Honkai Star Rail: Jing yuan

Honkai Impact 3rd: Elysia

@rainswept (Crow) [Eliminated]

[285p] X X X

Items:

Simp pass (x2)

Gift strike shards (x14)

Fool’s Mark (x2)

Satchel of Thievery (x1)

Assigned:

R1999: Forget-Me-Not

OG Biases:

Genshin: Lyney

Honkai Star Rail: Dan Heng

EBG masterlist

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abyislan08 · 2 years

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Traversing Teyvat

Chapter 2: Ridicule, Reality and Retribution

Synopsis: First day in Mondstadt. Your in game senses start to kick in.

Authors note: I wanted to cover the mechanics in the world and also plan out how the reader might have skills and stuff. Will type out a post for explanations for the world mechanic of this SAGAU and also highlight loopholes and stuff. Wrote this impulsively at 1am. Hope you enjoy it. Feel free to ask and clarify any doubts regarding the readers skills.

Warnings: Slight cussing, slight spoilers for Diluc and Kaeya lore, I dont know what else I should warn about. Lemme know in the comments or asks.

Masterlist

The sun rises pretty quickly in Mondstadt. Maybe it’s because of the good air quality and the constant movement of clouds.Maybe it's because of the fact that the sky is actually not real, like how a certain someone mentioned in the game. We can never be too sure. But one thing was sure. It was a pain in the a**.

After a wonderful meal in Good Hunter Last night, you were shown into a corridor behind the door, which was behind the front desk. Yes, the front desk, which glitches now and then. The corridor was musky and cosy. It had a row of six doors on each side, and you were given the one closest to the windows. Your room consisted of an extremely cosy bed, a study desk, and a chest of drawers to keep your stuff... If you had any in the first place. Thanking Katheryne, who had led you to your room, you turned to the bed and crashed. If you had known that such a wonderful place was being rented out for free in your home country, you would have thrown away your godforsaken apartment eons ago. You slept a dreamless sleep. only to be woken up by the sun. At 5 in the morning

You woke up and headed to the bathroom, which was, surprisingly, really modern and convenient, while you were expecting a mediaeval stone toilet or something worse. Freshened with the help of the decent toiletries provided, you changed into the clothes provided in the adventurer’s care package which Katheryne provided the day before. It was exactly your size and after wearing the attire, you looked into the mirror. The shirt was the same as what Dr. Livingstone wore, but it was full sleeved. The pants and rest of the attire were similar to a KoF uniform. You even got a hood, which was straight up snatched from the treasure hoarders.

"They even provided gloves..wow," you said, as you took a closer look at the list which was enclosed in the package. Though none of the items matched, you were satisfied with any clothing that was given as long as it was not soggy PJ’s.

The floating screen popped up again. The clothing option was pulsating. You tapped it and it showed a line of messages similar to the ones that appear when you collect boss drops.

Obtained dandelion casual top x1

Obtained hoarding cloak x1

Obtained sprinting knight armour x1

Obtained black dandelion pants x1

Obtained gloves x2

You clicked on the dandelion top. It expanded the inventory. "This is highly unnecessary. What are we in? A Ramp walk? " Scoffing, you scrolled down the long description only to be taken aback by the stats it showed at the bottom.

‘A simple top that allows blending with the locals of Mondstadt. It has a chance of camouflage for 30 minutes, which avoids recognition within the region of Mondstadt. Has an internal cool down of 15 minutes. Adds more efficiency to e skill.’

" E skill, I don’t have an e skill. I am not the traveller nor do I have a vision, "you muttered.

You took a good look at the surroundings to check whether you missed a skill button. There weren’t any. After a good half an hour of reading through the description, you were now confident that you might survive the wilds of Monstadt or were hoping to survive.

Quickly flinging the care package into the chest, you locked up your room and met with Katheryne at the front desk.

"Good morning, Katheryne. Got any commissions for me? " You greeted her.

"Ad Astra Abyssosque,Yes indeed. There is a Cryo lawchurl in the area near the base of Dragonspine. It looks like you are suited for it. Shall I write you up? " She smiled without breaking eye contact.

" what now?"

"A Cryo lawchurl."

"Is the reward any good?"

"This is just an act of social service. There will be no reward."She replied.

After a moment of silence as you stood stunned at the ridiculous first time commission you received, she had the audacity to giggle.

" I am merely pulling your leg. Those are S-rated and will be handled by vision holders. Did you really think that I would request you to do such a ridiculous commission? " She hid her mouth as she chuckled.

Well yes. This is the damned city that asked the traveller to fight a dragon on the first day.

" Sara of the Good Hunter wants you to deliver a parcel to a certain individual in Springvale. You may collect the item from her. If you require a map I will hand you one. She requested you, especially as she had taken an interest in you after you complimented her sweet Madames in a way never done before." She smiled.

Memories come flooding in of your meal the previous night. You cried as you cut through the sweet Madame and thanked her with every mouthful. Not your fond memory.

Shuddering, you rejected for the map offer saying that you prefer asking the locals for direction since you wanted to "explore the area".

You sprinted to Good hunter and without meeting Sara’s eyes exchanged greetings and collected the parcel. She barely tried to conceal her amusement while talking to you.

The Delivery went smoothly though it took some time to reach the place without teleports which you didn’t have access to currently. It was just eight in the morning and you decided to carry out the plan which you had plotted in your mind while walking the entirety of the road to Springvale.

You were almost reaching the bridge to city Gates. You turned left and walked away.

Gazing at the hillichurl camp below , you thought to yourself. This honestly was the most ridiculous plan you had ever made. The most suicidal ridiculous and worst plan ever made by anyone in Genshin. Maybe other than Bennet’s decisions. Bennet seemed reasonable compared to you. Why? Even reckless pallad was just Pallad in front of you.

Sneaking into a Hillichurl camp to loot a Luxurious Chest so that you could pay off the debt you owed to the Adventurer’s guild may not be the best plan in the book but hey, as long as you needn’t have to depend on loans in a game. The pros: Mora and Exp and maybe even a sword. The cons: A minor fracture which might kill you caused by a Mitachurl’s axe.

And so here you are, somewhere near Springvale and the dawn winery, behind the main structure of the hillichurl camp. All it required was a silent leap from the peak to the camp. The knights boots absorbed the damage and silenced the landing to a small thud. Though the boots absorbed all the damage, your knees buckled causing you to land face first on the ground. Graceful. The scratches on your face started twitching. And yes, the thud was your fault not the boots.

Dusting yourself you collected your thoughts. This was a Stupid decision, not as dumb as downloading the game, but the plan was straight forward. You squeeze through the hole, open the loot, empty it into the inventory, squeeze out and go back to the city unnoticed. Ez.

The gap was surprisingly big, you squeezed through and lo! And behold! The shiny chest stood right before you. Things were going unreasonably smooth.

Shiny and probably made of Silver the chest was probably three foot tall. You crouched and tried to lift the latch. Locked. Excellent, now you might have to fight a realistic Mitachurl. You placed your palm on top of the chest. Mind whirring with alternatives, you didn’t notice the message which appeared on the floating screen before you.

OPEN

The screen pulsated. Your eyes widened. All you did was nod. The silver dome unhinged smacking you on your chin, making an ungodly creak, setting off the battle theme.

Your response was delayed for a moment but thanks to your previous experience of slaughtering hillichurls your fight or flight mode kicked in.

The loot was automatically transferred to your inventory and the screen was constantly ringing with notifications. Didn’t exactly help the situation where now you were facing a hillichurl as tall as you holding a rock. It didn’t growl nor did it throw a rock. A message popped up, ‘NPC CAMOUFLAGE’. This was the dandelion tops’ skill.

That didn’t comfort you. Here you were, unarmed, shaking, and standing in the same pose as the traveller in cutscenes, unfinished Karate hands*.

The hillichurl started moving towards you. That’s it. That’s all. You could see your life flash before your eyes, just because you faced the weakest enemy in Genshin impact. True AR 55 behaviour.

A shockwave of pixels flooded the room. The hillichurl was slammed to roof. The impact broke its mask, causing it to break and turn to dust. The being turned into a pile of dust. The pixels slammed into you at an alarming rate.

" The..E skill?…what the hell..is this the E skill?" You whispered to yourself.

Without wasting a minute, you crawled out of the gap and tiptoed to the nearest bush to make your escape.

BOOM

The ground shuddered. You looked back to the source of sound. A piercing screech cut through the wind. Flames engulfed the camp, reducing it to ashes. Even the chest started to ashen. Your heart was beating in your throat. There was only one individual capable of this in Mondstadt. The one who had mastered the art of violence. One who could summon a twelve foot phoenix that caused destruction wherever it flew.

Standing in absolute silence, Diluc adjusted his vision in his belt and pulled his gloves. There was no claymore in sight. Realisation dawned you. He didn’t need a weapon to summon the phoenix in real life.

" What the hell.." You gasped. Shit. You covered your mouth and unlike a normal person,didn’t crouch to hide, instead wanted to see the red heads face for an additional minute, while standing.

Your gasp caught his attention and his head whipped to your direction. He merely glanced at you, stared at you for a minute and walked away, disinterested.

Ignoring the dejected feeling in your stomach, you walked back to the City; Rich, exhausted and hungry. You stopped at a tree to pickup a bunch of sunsettia’s for Sara, since you had noticed that she had run out of stock near the juicing counter.

Head empty.Only Diluc. That explained your state currently. Had you not escaped the camp, you would have burnt to ashes along with the rest of the hillichurls. Did Kaeya have to face this Bird of flames, that rainy day?*

A message popped up. The camouflage had timed out.

You entered the City gates and headed straight to Good hunter. Sara greeted you this time with genuine adoration. She must have taken you for a seven year old kid. Her eyes widened in concern when she saw your face ashy, covered in scratches and sweaty.

"That’s nothing. I just had a rough journey back." You laughed nervously, " Here. Sunsettia’s that I picked up on the way to repay your kindness. I noticed that you had run out of stock." You said as you dumped the entire bunch of Sunsettia’s which you were holding in your arms.

Sara gasped "Oh my! These sure are fresh. I..have no words. You didn’t have to. You know what. Lunch is on me. And you my friend are not going to refuse it."

She leaned over and wiped your face with a tissue. " Freshen up and come back in ten minutes. I will get lunch ready..and don’t forget to collect the commission from Katheryne",She winked "Ask her to cough up, the adventurer’s guild is capable enough to pay extra for hard work."

You nodded and jogged back to the Guild’s front desk. Katheryne waved politely. You smiled to yourself, Maybe this reality isn’t too bad.

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