#a mutually assured attachment
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a mutually assured attachment
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count: 3.9k
summary: crossing the thin line between friendship and something more, but not before a few set backs.
warnings: set before tfatws, therapy positive, emotional hurt / comfort, mutual pinning, adult dialogue, use of pet names (sweets, darlin') mentions of food and alcohol consumption, a little bit of jealousy, friends to lovers, a conclusion to a lovely little slow burn
a/n: technically part of a mini-series, but can 100% be read as a standalone. also, unsure if anyone is still following this story, but i wanted to wrap it up ‘cause i really enjoyed starting this series all those months (years eek) ago. plus if anyone stumbles across it in the future, it will be complete! thank you for reading and for your support <3
SERIES MASTERLIST
Bucky Barnes did not think of himself as the jealous type.
Yes, he envied his fair share of individuals he encountered throughout his long life: the people who made life appear easy, those who seemed to have everything figured out, and everyone who took “mundane” for granted.
The regular Joe’s with their nine-to-five jobs, a random group of friends, and not a care past anything other than their stack of overdue bills or their fantasy football league (whatever the hell that was…). The average Jane’s who often reminded Bucky of his own mother, hoping to grow and nurture happy homes, full of sweetness and a load of laughter, desperately trying to shield everyone around them from pain and misery.
Envy, yes. Bucky was familiar with the feeling. Jealousy however… Well, jealousy was different.
Jealousy was usually a side effect of romance. It called for a connection stronger than Bucky allowed himself to form with the people he met ever since he became himself again. It involved trekking on dangerous territory and putting other people at risk, therefore no, James Buchanan Barnes was not the jealous type.
That is until he met you.
He’s learned to admit that you entered his life at a time he did not even realise he needed you most, turning it completely upside down (for the better) and providing him with a glimmer of hope that there was still good in this post-blip world.
He’s grown attached to you, opening up in more ways than one and sharing thoughts he hasn’t spoken about with anyone since Steve. Over time, you have easily grown to be his favourite person.
And now Bucky was sitting at the bar, picking at the label of the beer bottle in his grip while watching you toss your head back in laughter at something this random suit-wearing jerk was saying.
You disappeared for five minutes to go to the bathroom. Bucky thought nothing of it, even ordered you another drink while you were gone. But when you didn’t come back to your seat, stopping instead for a chat with a stranger, you unknowingly caused an unnerving feeling to rush through the brunette sergeant.
This wasn’t the first time someone tried hitting on you while you were out with Bucky, (and considering how jaw droppingly beautiful you were, he was actually quite surprised it didn’t happen more often). However, this was the first time you engaged back in the flirtatious interaction, which was more than unsettling to your blue-eyed neighbour.
He wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug smirk off of the dude's face. Quite frankly, the only thing stopping him from doing so was the reason he wished to do it in the first place: you.
Fuck, Bucky cursed himself, this was jealousy.
Shifting in his seat so he wouldn’t have to witness you with that dunce, Bucky brought the beer bottle to his lips and, in one sip, finished what was left of his drink. He then paid the tab and was about to stand when a hand gently squeezed his shoulder, grabbing his attention.
“Sorry about that,” you said and he forced a smile.
“No need, darlin’,” Bucky reassured, hoping the tone of his voice didn’t betray him, although, judging by the elated look on your face, he had nothing to worry about. Your thoughts were focused entirely on something… else.
“I was actually just about to leave,” he added and got to his feet. “Didn’t wanna disturb your conversation.”
You furrowed your brows. “What? No, don’t go,” you implored, sliding your hand from his shoulder down his leather covered arm until your fingers reached the hem of his jacket.
Bucky held his breath as you gripped the material, the softness of your skin just barely brushing against him.
“He gave me his number so I’ll call him later if I feel like it.”
“You stay,” he demanded, “I’ll go. There is something I gotta take care of anyway and I don’t wanna ruin your evening.”
Pursing your lips together, you eyed him suspiciously, scanning every inch of his face for any tale of dishonesty. See, during the time the two of you have spent in each other's company, you have gotten quite good at reading your brooding neighbour, despite his closed off demeanour. Which is how you could clearly see there was something bothering him.
However, you have also come to learn when to stop pushing him and give him space.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” Bucky repeated and shooting you one last congenial smile, he walked towards the exit.
You watched him leave, his figure disappearing in the shadows of the rainy New York night. Inhaling a quick breath, you returned to the guy you were chatting with just moments prior, and four drinks later, you stopped thinking about Bucky.
Albeit just for the night.
The next morning you wound up at his door, as usual. When he didn’t immediately answer, you retreated back into your own apartment without giving it a second thought because it was definitely like Bucky to ignore you from time to time.
That afternoon you knocked on his door again, and you repeated the action after returning from work over the next four days — still no Bucky. And because he was also not answering his phone when you called or replied to any of your texts, the worry suddenly spread through your veins making you nauseous.
Feeling conflicted about what to do next (since it wasn’t like you knew anyone else in his life you could reach out to) you decided to distract yourself any way you knew how, hoping one day the grumpy brunette would simply show up at your door as if nothing happened.
Unfortunately for you, keeping your mind from wandering about your blue-eyed neighbour proved harder than you wanted it to be and it wasn’t until a few weeks after you last saw Bucky, the perfect distraction finally made an appearance.
You often debated adopting a pet but your landlord didn’t allow any animals which seemed like reason enough. Now, you were standing face to face with what was perhaps the most beautiful cat you had ever seen, and as you cautiously approached it, the white feline inclined towards you, allowing you to gently run your fingers through its fur and eventually pick it up.
While carrying the cat to your apartment, you researched vet clinics in the area and promptly made an appointment for that same afternoon. Turns out your new furry friend was a she and the epitome of health, making you think there was someone out there missing her immensely.
While at work, you printed out flyers with a picture you took of her and your phone number at the bottom, before dropping them around town during lunch.
For about a week, you waited. Waited for your cell to buzz but no one ever called.
“Alone together, huh…” you murmured, gently running your fingers through her soft fur, “Guess I should give you a name then. Can’t keep calling you cat, you deserve better, don’t you think?”
She purred in response, as if she understood every word you just said, and you couldn’t help but smile.
The next couple of days were spent brainstorming potential names although nothing you came up with seemed to stick because either you didn’t entirely like it or she didn’t respond to it — mostly the latter.
“You’re so stubborn,” you tittered, watching her lick her paw, “I should call you ‘Bucky’.” The name escaped your lips and you immediately froze, your mood dampening.
That night you didn’t sleep. Tossing and turning all night, thinking about the blue-eyed man for the first time since the cat has entered your life.
Stirring sugar into your coffee the following morning, Bucky still occupied your thoughts.
There was something about him you couldn’t quite shake. Despite the majority of the people in your life being there longer than your super soldier neighbour, the connection you two shared, well you couldn’t really explain it. Bucky just made you feel… different.
Frankly, you hated yourself for becoming so codependent on another human. Sure you had a good group of friends and even enjoyed the company of a couple of your colleagues, but no one meant as much to you as James Barnes.
The cat snuggled into your leg, purring softly. You tilted your head down to look at her, her blue eyes reminiscent of Bucky’s, and a defeated sigh escaped your lips.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you whispered and she blinked. For a moment you wondered if she sensed the growing sadness in your heart. You remember reading how pets can detect human emotion, which is why they provide so much comfort, but you had a hard time believing it, until now.
The corner of your mouth twitched upwards, shifting your expression into a half-smile. You were about to say something when a distinct jingle of keys drew your attention.
It couldn’t be, you thought and hastily dropped the teaspoon into the sink before heading for your front door.
At first you were almost certain you were seeing a ghost, pale and dishevelled. Then, for a brief second, you didn’t really know who you were looking at. An intruder or someone new moving in perhaps? (A lot of possibilities although you only wanted one to be true.)
It wasn’t until the person turned around, eyes meeting yours instantly, you realised it really was him.
Bucky was back. Unexpectedly. The exact same way he disappeared.
“Hey,” he greeted sheepishly.
Your first instinct was to get angry, but the longer you stared at him, heart thumping, the more you knew that wasn’t the rational thing to do. Anger wouldn’t solve anything, it wouldn’t answer any questions. And you had a lot of questions.
The next thought that ran through your mind was to throw your arms around his neck and nuzzle yourself into his embrace because you missed him goddamnit.
“I-I…”
While you debated exactly how to react and what to say to him, your furry friend squeezed between your legs. The quiet meows grabbed your attention momentarily along with the attention of the brunette man.
With a shaky hand, you lifted the cat up before meeting Bucky’s gaze once again.
“I-I got a pet,” you blurted out, immediately regretting it because what a lame thing to say to someone you genuinely thought you would never see again.
He cleared his throat and responded, “I can see that.” Pause. “What’s um, what’s his name?”
“Her name,” you corrected, “And to be honest she still doesn’t really have one. I’ve just been calling her random things to see what would suit.”
Biting on the inside of his cheek, Bucky fought back a smirk.
“That’s definitely unique,” he commented.
“Don’t tease me, James.”
Just as the two of you returned to your usual banter, silence surrounded once again when his name escaped your lips. An apologetic look spread across Bucky’s features and he took a step in your direction.
“I’m sorry.”
Bucky decided quite early on into his friendship with you that he would do anything to keep you out of harm's way. When his feelings towards you transformed from general fondness into something much stronger, he decided the best way to keep the promise he made to himself would be to distance himself, (at least until said feelings faded).
He never planned on leaving. He simply wanted to make himself unavailable some evenings or weekends, come up with lame excuses as to why he couldn’t hang out. But the night Bucky left you at the bar, returning to his sad apartment alone, he switched on the TV. Suddenly, he needed to visit Sam. He figured you would understand. He never planned being away for so long. He never planned on leaving you behind without so much as an “I’ll be back”.
Looking at you now however, bottom lip quivering and tears in your eyes, he fucked up. He should have at least answered your calls and texts.
You sniffled. The cat, which was now half-resting on your shoulder, alerted immediately to the gentle sound of your undeniable sadness and rubbed its paw against your face.
“Uhm…” you cleared your throat, “I-I should go feed her.”
Bucky chewed on the inside of his cheek and nodded. He didn’t want you to leave yet, there was so much he had to say, a lot to explain.
“Right, of course,” he uttered almost sheepishly, “Maybe later if you have some time we can—”
“Maybe,” you cut him off and did a u-turn back into your apartment, “Welcome back, James.”
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The next couple of weeks passed uneventfully.
And no, you weren’t avoiding Bucky. Not entirely. It just so happened that every time you had to leave, you did so via the fire escape as opposed to your front door, and every time you heard him out in the hallway, you switched everything off and held your breath, pretending you weren’t home.
You rationalised your behaviour as necessary. It wasn’t avoidance. It was… self preservation. He hurt your feelings when he left. You couldn’t just let him waltz back into your life as if nothing happened, opening yourself up for pain yet again.
Bucky was understanding of your unspoken request to be left the fuck alone. He knew he screwed up but he wasn’t sure how to make things better. All he wanted was to see you smile, and be the reason for it. How could the two of you get to that point when the couple of times you bumped into one another it was awkward?
Was it going to be like this forever?
Luckily, you had your cat to keep you distracted.
Despite not being named yet, she brightened your mornings and had a calming effect in the evenings. She sat at your feet while you were baking and purred into your chest when you were taking a nap. She followed you around the apartment like a trusted companion, even sitting on the bathroom floor while you showered.
So it was strange when one morning she wasn’t in your bed and it was even stranger when you didn’t hear her tapper around the apartment while you were getting ready. A feeling of dread settled in the pit of your stomach when you called her for breakfast by the various names you’ve so far come up with — no response.
By the time you had searched around your whole apartment, you were already late for work. At that point you were thinking you couldn’t go in anyway, your fucking cat was missing. One quick “I think I have food poisoning.” call later, you unlock your laptop in search for the flyers you made when you found her. Tears formed in your eyes while adjusting the title from ‘IS THIS YOUR CAT?’ to ‘HAVE YOU SEEN MY CAT?.
That’s when you knew you couldn’t do this alone.
A short two minutes later, your knuckles are pressed against the wooden door of your neighbours apartment. One, two, three gentle knocks later, and Bucky is standing in front of you.
“I need your help,” is all you managed to blurt out. It’s all you needed to say, really. Bucky doesn’t need any further explanation when it comes to you. He grabbed his jacket and followed you without question.
When you showed him the poster on your laptop screen, he reassured you in a calm tone. One that almost makes you believe him. One that almost makes you forget that he’s left you all alone, without a word. Almost.
“When did you last see her?” Bucky asked.
When you shrugged your shoulders in a defeated manner, he sighed softly and without really thinking about where your friendship currently stood, wrapped his strong arms around you. The second his frame closed around yours, you burst into tears, face pressed against his chest as he held you close, consoling you.
The world seems to come to a stand still at that moment.
You’re not sure how long the two of you stood there. Seconds, minutes. He did, however, manage to calm you down, bringing the waterfall to barely a trickle as you sniffled against his t-shirt.
When Bucky eventually dropped his arms, you avoided his gaze. Scared to admit out loud how good that felt and how glad you were he was here for you, since he’s hurt you once when you became too attached, and you weren’t going to let him do it again.
“How about you stay here, in case she comes back, and I’ll go search for her outside?” Bucky suggested, dipping his head to try and meet your teary eyes. His hand is on your shoulder, barely holding on as if he was afraid you would suddenly flinch and pull away — which he most definitely was.
All you did was nod, and as he headed out the door, a quiet “thank you” escaped your lips.
“Anything for you, darlin’.” Is what you think you heard, but the tone of Bucky’s voice is so quiet, you rationalised that you heard wrong.
The day was spent wandering aimlessly around your apartment, checking your phone every two minutes to see if Bucky had had any updates on the whereabouts of your little pet. He had not.
By the time the sky turned dusky dark, you had lost all hope. She’d never be found. It was as if the universe only meant for you to be together while Bucky was away. You couldn’t have both. That would be too good, too lucky.
But just as you were about to start crying again, a glass of cheap wine in hand, the doorknob rattled and seconds later, in walked Bucky, holding your precious feline friend in his metal arm.
“Oh my god,” you exhaled as relief took over your entire body.
You ambled forward, reaching for the cat in Bucky’s grasp as she meowed uncontrollably, seemingly happy to see you. And Bucky smiled as he watched you snuggle into the white creature, heartbeat growing tenfold with every tick of the clock.
“She uh,” he began as you moved across your apartment, settling down on the couch, “She’s quite the climber, that one. After a day of searching half of Brooklyn, I eventually found her on the rooftop of this very building.”
“Thank you,” you said without averting your gaze from your furry white friend.
What he wanted to say is, “Just glad I could be here for you,” but what he uttered instead was, “Don’t mention it, darlin’.”
For a moment, Bucky hovered in your entryway, unsure whether you wanted him to leave now or if he could stay, just like he did many times before. He decided to not push it. Decided it’s best for the longevity of your friendship to not force anything with you, especially since the strong feelings he had for you before he left have only increased in the time apart — complete opposite of what he wanted to happen.
So he turned on his heel, but just as he was about to say goodnight, you turned your attention to where he stood and waved him over.
“Stay,” you requested, “The least I can do as a thank you is order us some takeout.”
“You don’t have to do that, darlin’.”
“I want to,” you said honestly, hoping he can detect your sincerity, “Stay, please. I-I let you walk away once before and ended up not seeing you for months.”
He swallowed, but didn’t say anything.
“Please stay. I want you to stay, James.”
-
The morning light trickled in through your half-opened curtains, causing your eyes to open slightly and take in your usual surroundings. Except these weren’t entirely your usual surroundings. There was one thing different this Saturday morning as compared to others.
Bucky was still asleep, covered loosely by one of your many blankets. His chest heaved softly, quiet breathes escaping through his parted lips. He looked so peaceful sleeping in your bed, sleeping next to you, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight before you.
You shifted to your side and slowly trailed your gaze along his pretty perfect features, focusing on the details you’ve honestly never noticed before. The scruff perfectly angling his jawline, the little crinkles in the corner of his eyes showcasing how he’s aged over the years, barely noticeable but still present.
Then the cat made an appearance, jumping on the bed, settling between you and the super soldier. Before you got a chance to shush it, not wanting to wake Bucky up, she purred against his shoulder.
A smile crept up on his features at the contact. Seconds later, he opened his eyes before slowly tilting his head to first look at the pet, then at you.
“Good mornin’.”
“Hey.”
There’s a moment of silence during which you two simply stare at one another. Time seemed to have come to a standstill. The blue of his eyes piercing, searching your gaze for what, neither of you were really sure. All you both knew was the longer you remained this way, the more your hearts swelled.
Bucky was suddenly feeling nervous, as were you.
“Thank you for staying,” you eventually whispered.
“Thank you for asking me to stay,” he replied.
Another second of silence.
There was so much Bucky wanted to tell you, but the words were stuck in his throat because how can someone go from avoiding, leaving without a word, to admitting that they cannot live without the other person. And that’s exactly how he was feeling. He’s come to terms with it now. He couldn’t live without you.
Would you even feel the same? He wouldn’t expect you to. In fact, he would think you’d want to remain a little distant given everything that’s happened. But then again, if that’s how you felt, then why would you ask him to stay?
Maybe you just needed the extra push, same as him.
“Think you should name her Alpine,” Bucky suggested, one hand rubbing the cat that was now sitting on his chest, while the other reached for your fingers. Slow, but not hesitant.
“Alpine,” you tested the name on your lips. “I like that.”
You take his hand then, intertwining your fingers together without commenting on the fact. He squeezed gently, testing the waters further, and you squeezed back — again, both of you choosing not to say anything about the physical interaction.
“Did you have any plans for today?” Bucky asked and you shook your head. “So, would you eh, would you wanna go somewhere?”
The smile on your lips widened.
“We do have a lot of catching up to do, neighbour.” A modest tease. One you hope won’t ruin the moment, or the day ahead.
He just chuckled, mimicking your expression and making any worries disappear just as fast as they threatened to break through.
“That we do, darlin’.” Pause. “I’m sorry for messing it all up. I promise to make it up to you, starting today.”
Taking his apology in, you let go of his hand, instantly missing his touch. Bucky was too, but he didn't get to completely register just how much because you shuffled closer to where he lay, closing the gap between you.
One arm extended towards his chest, resting gently as your fingers brushed a now sleeping Alpine, and also grazed against Bucky’s own in the process. The thudding of your heart inside your chest was most likely loud enough for him to hear — it was. He focused on it, the beating, and it calmed him entirely.
Your aura calmed him. It has since day one and he hoped it would until the end of his days on this Earth.
Yes, Bucky was more than attached to you.
Luckily, the feeling was mutual.
Sealed with a soft kiss.
as always, thank you so so much for reading, and please reblog to tell me what you think! <3
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Abigail, Emily & Haley! (part 1 of my bachelorette art!)
these are just my personal headcanons, mostly in line with my fic! the surnames are just ones I chose myself because I think these gals deserve a little more character :) Image descriptions and in-image text/captions are provided below!
Leah, Penny and Maru are next! (will get to the dudes eventually)
Abigail Mercer:
20 years old attending online university for Anthropology
tall compared to most villagers, even taller than her parents!
nose and bridge piercing done in Zuzu city
hearts drawn on with eyeliner
tattoo of thorned rose
Sam's old denim jacket, she cut the sleeves off with craft scissors
Amethyst gem-set sword commissioned from Marlon, her parents still haven't found it...
Silver bangle gifted from her mother
belly button piercing done by Emily in Sebastians basement, she definitely didn't get an infection from it-
sword tattoo inspired by the first sword she held
usually accompanied by her fathers retired leather satchel, holding her flute case and cool rocks she finds
her fishnets are the only thing shes ever bought from Joja Online and her dad is still mad about it
second hand doc-martins because her parents refused to spend that much on shoes (I don't blame em...)
Emily Larson
26 years old and the towns resident tailor
always wearing contacts!
average height
has helix, ear lobe and vertical eyebrow piercings
Always changing her hairstyle and colour, but blue seems to stick for longer than most!
She regularly attends ren-faires all over the republic
made this miniature cape for Zuzu ren-faire and hasn't stopped wearing it since...
hoop earrings and favourite lipstick given to her by her girlfriend, Sandy!
Wears lots of rings
obsessed with lantern sleeves!
always has her Nazar pendant on!
Acrylic nails are done by her younger sister, Haley!
exclusively wears gold jewellery
hand tailored dress and shirt
shoes are bought from a vintage clothes boutique in Grampleton
always wears her favourite ruffled petticoat under skirts
Haley Larson
18 years old and newly graduated from highschool, now a freelance photographer
shorter (and cuter!) than most
always wearing baby blue eyeshadow
shell necklace gifted to her by Alex, her best friend
cute face mole!
always wearing her grandma's bracelet
always using extra blush and face shimmer!
flowery blouse made by her sister, Emily
loves wearing mini-skirts, shorts and low-waist jeans!
regularly posts her landscape photography to her blog, and even won a local competition once!
her fav pleated skirt
loves swimming and paddleboarding in the sea by the beach!
despite graduating top of her class, she has little interest in academia - but loves art
really wants an ankle tattoo of a sea-shell!
cute strap heels she stole from her sisters wardrobe (Emily still hasn't realised yet)
[Image 1 ID: A digital drawing of Abigail from Stardew Valley holding a sword. She's smiling, with dark lipstick and purple eyeshadow, and has small hearts drawn on her cheeks in eyeliner. She has a bridge, nose and belly button piercing and blue eyes. She's wearing a sleeveless denim vest, with a black tank top underneath and black denim shorts with purple fishnets underneath. She has a tattoo of a rose on her upper right arm and another of a sword on her inner left calf. She has pointed black nails and two bangles on her right wrist. She has black platform boots and has a freckles all over her body. Her hair is a vibrant purple in waves reaching her lower back. In the upper left corner is her in-game sprite by 'ConcernedApe' and the artist's signature 'Rapha3liii' is in the lower right corner. /.End ID]
[Image 2 ID: A digital drawing of Emily from Stardew Valley pinching her dress in both hands in a bowing like gesture. The left side of her head is shaved while the right has straight, blue shoulder length hair. She has purple eyeshadow, pink lipstick and brown eyes. She also has gold helix piercings, a gold vertical eyebrow piercing and golden hoops in her lobes. She is smirking and looking to the right. She is wearing a layered red dress with a long pleated skirt. It has a white ruffled petticoat underneath. Under her red dress is a pink shirt with lantern style sleeves. She has a corset on over the dress with golden buttons and a miniature cape in dark red clasped to her shoulders. Two necklaces are hanging from under her shirt collar, one golden chain and the other a pendent of a 'Nazar'. She has long sharp purple acrylic nails and multiple rings on both of her hands. She is wearing dark red heels with button clasped straps. In the upper left corner is her in-game sprite by 'ConcernedApe' and the artist's signature 'Rapha3liii' is in the lower right corner. /.End ID]
[Image 3 ID: A digital drawing of Haley from Stardew Valley standing casually, smiling, with a tuft of her hair inbetween her fingers in one hand and blue eyes. She has golden blonde hair in waves just reaching her upper back. She has locks of hair over both of her shoulders. She has light blue eyeshadow and bright pink blush and lipstick, she also has a mole on her face just above her lips to the right. She is wearing a low crop blue blouse with short sleeves and a white lined flower pattern on it. She has pink nails and is wearing a necklace of a blue sea-shell with a golden chain and a bracelet with a golden chain and heart pendent. Her left arm is holding her hair while her right arm is crossed over her chest and resting on her other arm. She is wearing a pink pleated mini-skirt and blue heels with small straps around her ankles. In the upper left corner is her in-game sprite by 'ConcernedApe' and the artist's signature 'Rapha3liii' is in the lower right corner. /.End ID]
[Image 4 ID: A digital drawing with the three previously described characters all standing in a line. The order is Abigail to the left, Emily in the middle and Haley to the right. Each character has their in-game character sprite by 'ConcernedApe' on the upper left to them. The artist's signature 'Rapha3liii' is overlayed in three different places on the drawing. /. End ID]
This my first time ever writing image descriptions so please tell me how I did! I read some other blogs and advice prior to writing my own but I understand its likely I got some things wrong! Please let me know if I've formatted or written something in a way that makes the descriptions innacessible! Thankyou
#stardew valley#sdv#stardew velley art#fanart#stardew valley bachelorettes#stardew valley bachelors#my art#my fic#a mutually assured attachment#a mutually-assured attachment#haley sdv#sdv fanart#emily sdv#abigail sdv#haley#emily#abigail#stardew valley abigail#stardew valley emily#stardew valley haley#sdv headcanons#my headcanons#image described#image id
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I drew frog the dog from a mutually assured attachment by @rapha3liii I love that dog he's so cute and also stardew valley
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thinking of perv!bf james who begs you to let him take dirty polaroids of you for when you’re apart. cause how else is he meant to get off without an image of his cum on your pretty tits or you choking on his cock? definitely keeps them in his wallet for easy access too
perfect timing, i just came back from work and all i could think about as i was making people’s drinks was perv ! james…
i am positively going insane at the thought of this. i referenced james asking for photos of you in my james bf headcanons, but i totally forgot to mention all the nudes he would beg for during summer vacation.（；＿；）♡
dating you has gotten him sex addicted and he can only spend so long merely imagining your face and body :( he has such a tough time cumming without you and he hates not having you there or being forced to resort to masturbating because it only further reminds him of his loneliness.
but, the photo-system you guys developed assures him that he’s the only one that gets to have personalized photos of you in his hands that are attached along with every love letter you send him. it also eases his loneliness and makes spending time apart easier for the both of you.
right before school ends, you suggest taking photos of the two of you for when the summer holiday begins and you both are separated by the barrier that is vacations and dependent families.
james practically loses his mind at the thought of this and he makes it his mission to take photos of you from his favourite angles and sights: taking you from behind (he begs you to turn your face to look at him so that it appears in the photo), your cum-covered face and tits, your legs spread with cum dripping out of your abused cunt, you choking on his cock, and your naked, spent body sprawled across his bed, fucked out after a particularly rough session.
some photos are downright filthy (every photo with the cum) which are the ones that he jerks off to the most, whereas others are taken with an artistic eye, aesthetically pleasing enough for him to put in his wallet or on the corner of his bedroom mirror.
the photo of you in his wallet would be something pretty and taken with purpose. it would either be your cum covered, smiling face (so that anyone who takes a glance at his wallet would assume it’s simply an innocent photo of his girlfriend), or, as we know, james loves the risk, a photo of your bruised and bitten tits, littered with hickeys and love bites.
god, when james finally reaches home from hogwarts, he immediately locks himself in his room to pull out the envelope of polaroids he’s taken over the year, eagerly searching through the photos he had taken of you. james is such a little pervert that his cock was already beginning to throb at the mere thought of jerking off to those photos of you.
even though you knew that he had these photos intended for his own personal, depraved purposes, something about pulling out his cock out from his slacks and slowly stroking himself to your pretty, candid, unknowing face—occasionally slapping his cock gently on the laminated paper—was so filthy and lewd to him.
of course, the picture deal has to be mutual and he’s more than happy to send you nude photos of him. one of the photos would be his hard, leaking cock tributing to the cum-covered photo of you smiling. looking at the photo and realizing how creepy and perverted it comes across only made the ache in his cock worse. he’d graze his length against his pillow, groaning to himself, making a silent prayer that all of this is enough to relieve the constant need in him and his craving for your cunt.
‘’m so fuckin’ sick,’ he’d sigh, grinning wolfishly.
i also have a sick feeling that not only james, but the rest of the marauders favourite photos to jerk themselves off to are the innocent ones in which you’re smiling happily into the camera, showing off your pretty sundress. of course, nothing beats the lewd photos of you, but they find themselves cumming harder at the unsuspecting photos, imagining your cute, smiling face in front of them, eagerly waiting to be covered and marked by their cum. something about tainting and subsequently corrupting the innocence and purity that the casual photos reveal drives them mad.
‘gonna fuckin’ ruin you the next time i see you—fuck,’
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home, sweet home
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dark(?)carol danvers x reader
word count: 4.5k
summary: when carol is sent a gift she refuses to accept, she discovers just how much she's been seeking a companion
warnings: human trafficking, past conditioning, elements of pet play, soft carol turned kind of dark? it's not her fault you're so cute
“I’m gonna have to call you back, Fury,” Carol mumbled, hanging up the coms device before the director could object. She stared down the unexpected delivery for a few short moments, trying to assess its reliability. She didn’t often get deliveries sent to her ship and it was even less common for them to be safe, though the small holes placed in the top of the crate sparked her curiosity enough to overcome her caution.
The Captain hooked her fingers under one of the top edges of the crate and pulled the lid off in one fluid motion and raised her glowing fist to shine on whatever creature was inside, slightly alarmed to see the face that peered up at her. Carol was quick to pull two of the sides off and grab the blanket that was hanging on the nearest chair to pass to you, becoming more confused when you merely stared at her blankly as you hugged your knees.
“Um, do you…hi,” Carol greeted tentatively as she placed the spotted blue blanket down in front of you and kept her eyes level with your own, hoping you would cover your bare form. You blinked, staring back blankly at the blonde crouching before you and gripped your knees tighter until there were half moons indented despite your nails having been cut the day before. She noticed the anxious gesture and moved back to give you some space, only then noticing the note attached to one of the discarded crate sides.
A gift of gratitude, the people of Krylor. Carol reread the note several times, taking a few moments to realise what your presence on her ship meant. Of course, she had heard the rumours of the intergalactic trade of humans that were passed around the cosmos, but she had never found enough solid evidence to even begin to tackle the issue until you arrived on her doorstep. Clearly the people of Krylor had greatly misinterpreted the kind of hero that Carol was if they had thought you were an appropriate gift, sparking a deep anger inside the Captain at such an assumption.
She looked back at you and immediately softened her features upon seeing the clear fear in your wide eyes that watched her apprehensively. “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you,” she assured with a nervous smile, entirely unsure of how she was meant to deal with you. “Do you understand me?” She asked. You nodded. “Good, good…” she muttered. “You can come out of there if you want,” she offered, backing away again. You continued to watch her without moving a muscle. She nodded as she glanced around her ship for any clues as to what to do with you. She couldn’t keep you there, that much was clear. But where could you go?
Of what Carol had heard about the human trade, they all carried the brand symbol somewhere on their body which meant that the blonde had to be cautious where she sent you in case you ended up back in the wrong hands. Of all the people Carol could trust with you, none of them were better suited to take care of you. Her allies bases were too hectic to place you in, the most neutering planets wouldn’t be able to protect you if needed and other heroes stuck to themselves as much as she did. That only left her with New Asgard, though Carol had sent so many refugees Valkyrie's way that she was hesitant to give her more to deal with. It was easier to do when they were together and Carol could be around more to help, but since the mutual break up Carol's distance meant she couldn’t always aid her people.
The Captain glanced back at you mid pace where you were still glued to the spot and redirected herself to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and placed it down next to the crate. You didn’t acknowledge it. “You should drink something. I’m sure it’s been a long journey,” Carol winced. She pushed the glass closer and stepped away. “Drink,” she insisted, which seemed to click something in your mind. You reached forward, but instead of holding the glass, you made your hand into a scoop and reached inside to gather some water in your hand and bring it up to your mouth.
“No, you-” Carol went to interject, startling you enough to shrink back into your crate. “Sorry,” she muttered, wondering if it would be best just to leave you for a while. You were clearly scared and confused and understandably didn’t trust the person you had been gifted to. Carol just wanted to try and communicate some reassurance to you, but she supposed that if you weren’t going to be with her for very long then there wasn’t much point in putting you through the additional stress it would take to get there. But sometimes you had to be cruel to be kind.
Taking a hold of the back of the crate, Carol pulled it against her as she walked backwards through the small ship and felt you stumble back inside. She brought you over to the corner between her sleeping area and the control panel and slotted the crate as far back as she could before grabbing a new blanket and hanging it over the front as a makeshift curtain, leaving a small gap in the side for you to peer through. It was the best she could do to make you feel safe for the time being. She placed the water back outside and put together a sandwich for you to eat, unsure of what you were used to and hoping that you would be okay with what she had.
“Okay, you can handle this,” Carol said to herself, a habit she had developed ever since spending the majority of her time alone with Goose who wasn’t big on conversation. She gathered that you weren't either.
“Crap,” she muttered when she saw her route to Earth was going to take a few days and that she would have to stop on the way for fuel too. She glanced back and noticed that the spotted blanket had vanished only to realise you had pulled it in. Carol smiled at that, hoping it gave you some kind of comfort, and looked around for some clothes for you to wear. She settled on a sweatshirt, some underwear and sweatpants and placed them outside your crate with the announcement that they were there. She wasn’t entirely sure you would take them, but a hand crept out from behind the curtain and dragged them inside.
Carol figured it was best to leave you to it for a while and turned back to her control panels that monitored any unusual activities in the galaxies closest. There was always work to be done, even if she did have a guest in her home. It was common for the blonde to spend several hours there without realising and it was always Goose that snapped her out of her workaholic trance, though that time the flerken did so in a new way.
Carol turned around at the sound of a distant meow, assuming she had gotten herself trapped in a cupboard as she often did when she went wandering around the ship, only to see the ginger tail sticking out from behind the curtain on your crate. Listening closely, Carol heard the familiar purr rumble from Goose and smiled, suddenly getting an idea.
“Goose,” Carol called as she sat cross legged a few steps away from the crate. The flerken appeared from behind the curtain and trotted over to the Captain obediently, nuzzling into her hand as she continued to purr happily. The curtain twitched and you peered around the gap to see where Goose had gone and blinked at the sight of Carol’s gentleness with the ginger creature. You pulled the curtain back further to watch with interest and Goose strolled back over to you, clearly enjoying the extra attention she was getting.
“She likes you,” Carol commented with an easy smile. Pretty. “You can come out of there if you want to. I’ll leave the crate there so you can go back to it whenever you want to,” Carol explained. You glanced around the room just as Goose sprang from your lap and jumped up onto the nearest counter to patrol her territory. You watched curiously for a few moments before stretching your legs out of the cramped space. The blonde averted her eyes at your still bare form, knowing that at some point she was going to have to help you dress.
“The bathroom’s just down the hall,” she told you. Your eyes flickered between Carol and Goose as you crept out of the crate and peered in the direction that she had pointed. When both feet were on the warm floor of Carol’s ship, you assessed her closely for any sudden movements and upon finding nothing, you continued cautiously down the hall. Once you had disappeared from view, Carol inspected the crate and noticed that the clothes she had given you had been pushed together with the blanket to form a nest. The glass of water was empty though the sandwich remained. That meant it had been a long time since you had eaten anything and seeing as it was Goose’s dinner, the Captain decided to make something up for all three of you.
When you reamurged from the hallway, the smells that hit you from the kitchen were heavenly. You didn’t recognise them but all you knew was that you wanted to know what was at their source and when you saw Carol standing over the stove, you approached slowly. She noticed you and smiled, following your gaze to the pot.
“Do you like rice?” She asked. That, you knew. You nodded. “It’s like that but an adapted version I learnt from the Skrulls.” You nodded again, deciding that you liked the sound of the blonde’s voice. “While we let it cook…shall we get some clothes on you?” She enquired. You glanced down and then back at Carol with a hesitant nod. You couldn’t remember the last time you had worn anything, but you followed a few steps behind Carol as she retrieved the clothes she laid out for you, knowing that if it was something she wanted then you should accept.
“Put your hands out,” she instructed gently. You did so and she bunched up one sleeve to slide up your arm and then did the same with the other before pulling the top over your head, chuckling softly at the sight of your dishevelled hair. You liked that sound too. And her sweatshirt. It was mostly white but had a few splashes of pink and blue swirls across it that you found yourself examining while Carol reached for the underwear.
“This foot up,” she coached with a tap to your left foot. You lifted it, then the other, until the underwear were pulled up your legs and fit comfortably around you. The sweatpants followed in the same way and you immediately felt considerably more comfortable in the clothes you had been gifted. They were a size bigger than what you needed, but you wondered if that made them better.
You gave her a small smile in recognition. “You can sit down while I plate up,” she told you, turning to go back to the kitchen but stopping when she saw you try to sit down on the floor. “Somewhere more comfortable,” she assured and pulled out a chair at the small table by the kitchen. You couldn’t recall ever having been let on furniture before, so it took you several embarrassing moments to get attempt to get on the chair, constantly wobbling until Carol muttered that you could stay on the floor, though not entirely happy with letting you do so.
You sat patiently there as you watched Carol finishing preparing the meal and plate two full dishes. The food was mounted so high that you weren’t sure you were going to be able to finish the meal and feared what would happen if you couldn’t. You had never been given so much food in one sitting before.
“Do you remember Earth?” Carol asked as she sat down at the table next to you. You didn’t recognise that name, so you shook your head and watched as Carol tapped her wrist band a few times until a hologram appeared between you. “That’s it,” she said, zooming in slightly on the sphere so that you could see it was a planet made up of majority water and that the land contained a vast variety of different conditions. It looked quite overwhelming and you certainly didn’t feel any compulsion to return if that was apparently where you came from.
“It’s not without its flaws,” Carol chuckled when she noticed your hesitance. “But it’s your home,” she said. You tilted your head in recognition and Carol took it as a positive sign. She focused on the hologram more. “Maybe here,” she suggested, bringing up a visual of New Asgard. It did look nicer than the rest of the planet, but Carol’s ship was growing on you unusually rapidly.
Of all the people you could recall ever meeting, none of them had been like Carol. They had been cruel and treated you as less than human, perhaps seeing you as such, and you hadn’t liked any of them. They kept you in cramped, cold places that you couldn’t escape from, making you unable to believe just how warm Carol’s ship was. And not just that, her as well. You had felt it when she dressed you, her hands radiated a gentle heat that you hadn’t ever experienced but were instantly fond of. Carol was the only person you had ever met who you had reason to trust, so you didn’t hope to part from her anytime soon.
You watched as Carol ate the meal she had prepared and glanced down at your own bowl and the spoon that sat in it. It smelled really good and it looked really good, you hoped you wouldn’t have to wait too long to eat it. “You can start,” Carol told you when she noticed you refraining. You blinked at her and the utensil she held in her hand that you couldn’t use.
Of course, the blonde thought as she realised why you hadn’t eaten the snack earlier either. You needed help. That explained how you had approached the water as well. Carol crouched down in front of you as you looked to her for guidance..
“I’m gonna help you,” she told you gently, bringing the glass up to your lips. You opened your mouth obediently for the Captain to coax the water past your lips gradually. She watched closely to ensure you weren’t taking too much at once and pulled back accordingly to replace the glass with a spoonful of the hearty meal she had prepared. After several moments, she sat down with you and stretched her legs out comfortably.
It was delicious, you thought as you savoured the dish while Carol did the same. You watched her closely for guidance as she ate and helped you, occasionally making comments about the various dishes she had learnt in her travels and how she had been able to share all of them with Goose given that his digestive system was practically impossible to disturb. Still, it was nice to share the dishes with another human, she told you openly with a small smile. You mirrored it, recognising that you were able to provide her of some kind of service. It felt good to please her.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” She asked once you were both done with the meal. Carol didn’t often host guests in general, never mind ones of your characteristics and needs. She hadn’t had many visitors during her time on Hala or when she lived with Maria either. However, if there was anything the blonde was neglecting in her hosting duties, you weren’t about to notice.
You watched curiously as Carol set up a movie for you near her bed and though you didn’t recognise the images that began to play, you were transfixed by them. You heard the Captain say something about Goose stealing her speaker as she disappeared through the ship to retrieve it. You waited several moments before wandering across the space and sitting down on the floor in front of the screen to admire it closely. When Carol came back, you already appeared fully entertained by the film so she left the speaker on the side and silently began getting back to work, glancing over at you occasionally to ensure you were okay.
You remained comfortably like that for some time until your eyelids began to feel heavy and there was a distant haze starting behind your eyes. Still watching the film, you lay yourself down and curled up on the hard floor by the screen, you were tired but unable to sleep so you peered back at the Captain who was already watching you. “You know, there are more comfortable places than the floor to sleep,” she told you with a small smile. You blinked at her. “You’re as bad as Goose,” she muttered to herself. “But it is getting late,” she admitted as she strolled over to your area and you immediately sat to attention. “Easy,” she chuckled, grabbing her sleeping shorts and a tank top.
Carol had her back to you as she changed, apparently unbothered by your gaze, letting you note the way her back muscles and shoulders flexed as she stripped herself of her clothes and into fresh ones. It was different having your owner not acknowledge you when they were out of clothes. A lot of Carol was different to the others, you just didn’t realise it was because she didn’t consider herself your owner.
“Do you want to sleep there?” She asked as she pointed to the crate. You understood the gesture and made your way over to the crate without being able to communicate that you would rather sleep elsewhere. The box was too small, something that provided comfort when you were unsure of the new environment, but since discovering that it lacked any threats, you seeked out the space that was at your fingertips.
Unfortunately, Carol couldn’t have known any of this and simply watched with a bemused smile as you dragged the blanket half way out of the crate so that you could stretch your legs out past the curtain. As the blonde got herself comfortable in her own bed, she continued to glance your way every time the curtain shifted until you opted to turn around completely and settle with your head outside the crate where you could keep Carol in your view.
“Comfortable?” She threw you another blanket despite the ship being a suitable temperature and you didn’t hesitate to bundle it up to use it as a pillow, still looking at her through sleepy eyes. Once she bid you goodnight and turned over, you let the waves of exhaustion wash over. It was the first time in as long as you could remember that it felt safe to do so.
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Boredom was not something that had come to you in a long time. Usually, your empty moments were ruined with fear and anticipation for what was to come, but the safety and assurance you felt on Carol’s ship had gradually put your mind at ease enough to let those quiet moments be tempted by curiosity. Carol was a busy woman, always on the lookout for issues she would have to deal with. It left you unoccupied enough to let that initial hesitation be surpassed. You couldn’t live in fear forever.
You had been with the Captain for several days, the pair of you falling into a routine you were becoming accustomed to. She woke up first and prepared breakfast for you both, telling you all about the latest news from across the galaxy that you didn’t really understand. Whilst she would work, you would tentatively explore more and more of the ship you were temporarily living in, curious at the possessions Carol owned and the technology her ship possessed. The only reason you had the confidence to do so was the encouraging smile the blonde sent your way every time she saw you venturing further around her home. But it wasn’t a large home and there was only so much for you to entertain yourself with before you needed something different.
You perched yourself onto the floor next to the stool Goose was sitting on, still not keen on sitting on furniture. You held your hand out to the flerken who nuzzled into your knuckles affectionately, then glanced up at the Captain and wandered over to her side.
“We’ll be in Earth’s orbit in a few days,” she told you, bringing up an image of New Asgard again. You weren’t sure how to communicate that you didn’t want to leave, so you looked away. “I know it might be scary to move again, but they’ll take good care of you,” Carol said, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulder. The contact was unexpected, but you liked it. You met Carol’s unsure eyes and responded by resting your head against her leg, nuzzling into the soft fabric of her sweatpants slightly once you realised how gentle it felt on your skin. Carol was taken aback by the act, feeling a tenderness overcome her at the contact. She smiled to herself when you opted to stay put for a few moments longer. She didn’t have much contact with other humans herself and she didn’t realise how much she needed it until you offered it to her.
“You need a bath,” Carol broke the silence by saying. You pulled away and scrunched your nose up at her, making the blonde chuckle. “Come on, it won’t be that bad,” she insisted.
You watched as she walked off down the corridor and heard her start the taps in the bath. You remained stubbornly fixed to that stop on the floor until a faint smell of flowers travelled through the corridor. Following your nose, you wandered through to the bathroom where the sizable tub was soon filling with bubbles. It did look tempting.
“You wanna get in?” She asked with a knowing smile. You nodded. “Lets get those clothes off of you then,” she continued as she gently pulled the clothes off of your body and into a pile on the floor. You had been wearing the same clothes since she had given them to you because you hadn’t gotten them dirty and she was cautious of making you uncomfortable by stripping you too often. To her surprise, you didn’t react to her taking the clothes because your attention was fixed on the growing mountain in the tub. She chuckled and encouraged you in with a hand to the back.
Unfortunately for you, the tub was too high and you found the task of hiking your legs over steadily to be of some difficulty when you considered how you could slip on the other side. Fortunately, Carol’s strength was more than ample to lift you into the tub herself, something that made you smile fondly at her. You liked how strong she was, because you were learning that she wouldn’t use it against you, only as aid.
Once you were submerged in the bath, Carol brought over the flannel and soaked it in the water before ringing it out and bringing it up to your face. “Hold still,” she chuckled when you playfully darted away, stopping when you felt how warm and refreshing the cloth was against you. You allowed Carol to continue washing your body tenderly, humming softly to herself as she did so. She made the occasional comment about the different places she had acquired the unique soaps and you listened intently, wondering if she would ever show those places to you.
To her credit, Carol cleaned you thoroughly, using her soaps, cleansers and some shampoo once she began finding her own comfort in the task. The warm, soapy water felt just as good on her own skin as it did over you and there was a certain fulfilment in the way she was able to handle and aid you. She especially enjoyed massaging the shampoo into your hair and the small content noise it brought out in you. You both could have stayed there for much longer.
Once you were sitting on the bath mat next to the tub, Carol wrapped you up in a heated towel to stop you getting cold and did the same for your hair, effectively cocooning you snuggly. You didn’t like the hair dryer, she learnt, but not so much that you struggled too much against her when she began to use it. You sat obediently with a displeased look upon your face that was soon changed when you were dressed into a clean pair of Carol’s clothes.
“Did you enjoy that?” The Captain asked as she crouched in front of you. You smiled at her and nuzzled into her shoulder affectionately, making the blonde chuckle. “Me too,” she admitted. “We'll have to get another one in before you go.” Carol hadn’t expected to feel so disappointed as the words left her, but it was clear a part of her wanted you to stay. But by letting you stay, surely she was no better than the people who had taken you in the first place?
“Let's get some food,” she said to distract herself. You followed promptly behind her and stayed that way for the majority of the day as well as the ones that came after. Whenever Carol was working, you would sit or lay by her feet, content to feel her tower over you in a way that seemed to block the rest of the world out. When she cooked, you sat to the side and watched with eager eyes and a growling stomach. When she took some time to unwind and watch some tv, you listened out for her chuckles with soft anticipation.
With you becoming so used to seeking out a close proximity to the blonde, nighttime was hard. You didn’t like the crate anymore, even with all of the blankets and sweaters you had stuffed inside. It wasn’t enough and it was lonely, so one night you ventured out to her bed.
As you peered at Carol’s sleeping form, you frowned at the small lights that were attached to her temple. She didn’t look happy to have them on, despite being asleep. She was restless and a crease was permanently embedded between her brows. You didn’t like to see her like that and wondered if the device on her was hurting her, so you scrambled into her bed and patted the device. Carol awoke with a start, eyes locking on your as she panted heavily. She was scared. You had never seen her scared before.
You whined, high in your chest, and burrowed yourself into Carol’s chest, nuzzling your head against her wildly beating heart. The blonde froze at first, still recovering from her nightmares until your efforts appeared to smother her terrors because you pressed yourself so firmly against her. A pair of strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you up her body until your face was between her neck and shoulder and you took the cue to settle yourself there as you held her.
“Hey,” Carol whispered once her heart finally returned to its resting rate. She brought a hand up to your hair and began to absently comb her fingers through, wanting to feel you in your entirety. It soothed her to no end, she realised, and it was something she would soon have to give up. You would be in Earth’s orbit by the morning. She didn’t want you to go, so she held onto you tighter as her chest pulsed with the thought that you wouldn’t be there the next night.
Did that have to be the case? She wasn’t hurting you or manipulating you or exploiting you. She was caring for you, something that very few would be able to do as much as she could. Even if she took you to New Asgard, there would be no one on one connections like she had formed with you because they would all be too busy for that.
You had found solace with her, who was to say you would be able to find it elsewhere? With someone who could care for and protect you as well as she could? What if by sending you away, she was ridding you of the only home you would ever truly have?
“Do you want to stay here with me?” Carol asked. You held her tighter and tenderly brushed your lips against her neck. “Me too,” she told you with a relieved smile.
Her mind was made, your home was with her.
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Mutual Help | #36
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
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"Ow, what the fuck," Jungkook yelps loudly, straightening himself so quickly that he almost knocks you in the face with his forehead. "It hurts!" he whines.
"Man up," you scold him, pushing his head back to the pillow that's on your lap.
You're met with a deep scowl of hurt on his face mixed with a glare he's giving you, but you ignore him. In his defense, it was your idea to have a pampering night and you practically forced him to put a face mask too. In your defense, he's the one who kept complaining about that one pimple on his cheek that you so gladly (because you're such a good friend) have decided to take care of. He could easily pop it himself but like you said, you're such a good friend that you told him to lay down, even made it comfortable for him, and started taking care of his face.
It's been two days since you and Jungkook made up. You've been feeling like a shit even after apologizing, knowing the fault is mostly on your part, and that's why you've decided to call him over in hopes he'll agree. A small part of you knows that the reason for wanting to hangout with him is mostly because you need to assure yourself the two of you are fine. Maybe popping out his pimple isn't the best solution of how to assure yourself but you already know that you're just fine and there hasn't been any permanent damage done to your friendship.
"Do you have to do it so harshly?" he scolds you in return, flinching when you press a little too hard but it's the final touch as you pop it out with enthusiastic yelp. Yes, a perfectly fine friendship.
"Hand me the make-up removal pads please," you tell him, ignoring his scolding as he obeys and hands them to you.
You wipe his face again, using toner right after as he finally allows himself to relax knowing the worst part is already behind him.
"All done." you call out excitedly, slapping his cheeks a few times as the glare is back, making sure you see it before he sits up.
By the time you're cleaning and tossing all the used and dirty pads to the bin, putting your skin care products back to its place in your bathroom, Jungkook is watching a movie you turned on. The pink rabbit headband that held his hair from his face is long gone, tossed on your coffee table.
You plop on the seat next to him, feeling fresh from the mask and products you put on your face. Both your and Jungkook's faces are glowing from your effort, despite Jungkook's previous protests.
The two of you go back watching the movie you so successfully ignored from the beginning, not really minding you've no idea what's the movie about in the first place, well if you don't count Jungkook reading the description of it when you were choosing one.
"Where will you be on New Year's Eve?" Jungkook asks, eyes still attached to the television as he munches on the popcorn you prepared at the beginning of the movie.
Christmas is getting closer each day, so is New Year's Eve. It used to be a tradition between you, Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung to celebrate New Year together as a group of friends. However, last year Jungkook celebrated separately with Kiko and her family in Japan. From what you can remember, he felt really bad about not living up to your unspoken tradition and even debated whether he should go. As much as you wanted to celebrate New Year's Eve with him, it'd be selfish of you to say and admit that to him knowing he'd probably stay.
It was kind of a last minute plan as Kiko's family invited them to celebrate New Year's Eve with them. You still remember him stressing over the phone when they started dating and he was about to meet her parents. He was so stressed and almost frightened, trying to think of ways to impress them. But you told him he doesn't have to do anything, just be himself because he's already enough. He's Jungkook for fucks sake. There possibly couldn't be a better boyfriend for her and her parents.
And just like you told him that night, they loved him the second she introduced him to them and a huge rock fell off his heart.
So last year, you celebrated it without Jungkook, just you, Jimin, Taehyung and a few of their friends in the city watching fireworks and just having fun. However, Jungkook made sure to call you and your friends a little after midnight to wish you a Happy New Year. It's a pity Jimin and Taehyung were too wasted to even remember him calling.
To hear him asking you about your plans this year spark a new set of curiosity and excitement inside you, wondering if he's going to spend it with you and the boys again.
"Not sure," you answer, eyes already set upon him as he glances at you and chuckles at your big eyes that are widened with curiosity. "Why?"
He puts away the bowl with popcorn in it, dusting his hands off as he clears his throat. "Jin's family has this cabin like, four hours away from Seoul and he invited me, including you, to spend the New Year's Eve there. Tae and Jimin already agreed to come."
You're a little shocked to hear Taehyung and Jimin already agreed, considering none of you mentioned it to you. You talked on the phone with Taehyung the other day, wanting to make sure he's feeling okay but he only assured you Jimin exaggerated like always and he caught a little cold but is fine. It's weird how their friendship sometimes reminds you of you and Jungkook.
And you also talked to Jimin, mainly telling him not to tell anyone that you and Jungkook were never really dating and it was all fake.
"I wouldn't say that to anyone else and I won't, I promise." he promised you, his soft voice resounding from your phone.
Well, you didn't mean anyone else because you know Jimin wouldn't go around and talk about your private business. You were talking about Taehyung. Not because you don't want him to know, but because you want to be the one who tells him.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun." you offer him a smile, glad you've already got plans. If he didn't ask you, you'd probably stay a few days longer with your parents.
"Yeah," he says, smiling but he looks away for a second as he clears his throat, gaining your attention once again as you stare at him with a confusion written on your face. "I think you should know Kiko is coming too." he says, making it sound as if he's warning you of her presence.
Oh. Well, that's expected. This is what Jungkook was talking about, right? There will be a time when you and her will see each other again.
You've to admit, you're not that pleased at the sudden news which if you thought about it, could've been quite obvious. Of course, he's not going to spend NYE without her. But it doesn't really matter whether you're pleased with it or not, you could always decline his invitation. What matters is how careful Jungkook looks and sounds, almost as if he's expecting you to throw a tantrum or something. Kiko is still a very touchy subject in your conversations and you feel sorry because you're the reason behind it this time.
"Okay?" you let out a chuckle, but it sounds forced even to your ears. "Don't look at me like that, Kook. I'm not gonna bite your or her head." you joke, seeing him letting out a chuckle as he shakes his head.
"I just want everything to go fine." he says gently, features softening as he looks at you.
"I don't think that's just up to me but you don't have to worry about my part. I respect your decision."
He eyes you for a moment, almost as if he's looking for you to crack and laugh in his face, but you seem to be honest and even offer him an assuring smile before you take the bowl from the coffee table he put there.
"Thank you." You hear him say, glancing at him to be met with an appreciative smile before he takes the bowl from your lap.
"Hey! I had it first!"
"No, you didn't."
And just like that, everything is back to normal. You just hope it'll stay like that.
"C'mon, just one drink."
You hate intrusive people, especially if they're guys, drunk guys. It seems like an irritated twist of your features are not enough to flick off this guy. Who even let him in? He looks like he's in late forties, in a club with a bunch of horny young adults. On other hand, he doesn't look as if he could be dangerous or a pervert, but he is annoying which you ascribe to the alcohol flowing in his system. Even from your safe distance behind a bar, you can notice the flash in his reddened eyes and the laziness in his motions.
He's been here for the past ten minutes, not leaving even as you take the orders and pour others a drink. It seems like he's solely focused on you which scares you a bit and you glance hesitantly at Yunhyeong, the security in his thirties, deciding you'll give him the signal if this man won't leave in the next five minutes.
"I can't drink, I'm working sir. I'm sorry." you decline him for what seems like a hundredth time by now.
"Oh, that's a shame," he gasps out dramatically and drunkenly, most importantly, slapping his hands against the counter. "Let me at least buy you a--"
"Aren't you too old to hit on younger ladies?"
Your head shoots up in the direction of the incoming voice, audible enough for you and the man to hear as your eyes widen in shock. There's an edge in his tone, purposely calling out the man for his intrusiveness and maybe even his age, as you see the young guy almost smirking when he sees the older man's brow twitch.
You're speechless at his forwardness and bravery you guess, considering the guy looks twice bigger than the man that approached the two of you. He looks young, even younger standing just a meter from the man who's obviously older than you or him. His height does make him look a little bit older but you can tell he's around your age. But wow, he looks handsome as he eyes the older man waiting for his response while he stutters over one.
The black leather jacket clings to his upper body perfectly and if you look over the counter, maybe you'd be able to appreciate his skinny legs more. It's hard to describe what his real hair color is, the club's lights distort its color but it looks brown. A light brown.
"Aren't you old enough to be in this club, kid?" The older man reacts, drunkenly just like you expect him to, but his words are able to be understood.
You look at the guy who seems completely unbothered by the jab about his age, as if he expected nothing less of him. "Old enough to know when a woman is not interested."
Your jaw drops, eyes widening as the man tries to straighten up but he stumbles a little, almost knocking the bar stool next to him. He looks at you, your eyes immediately going to the young handsome guy for help, but before he can jump to the rescue again, he lets out a big puff of annoyed breath.
"Whatever."
He turns around and stumbles into the dancing crowd, causing a few people to curse at him until he disappears and is in a safer distance from you. The young man stays in his place, glancing at you and doesn't hesitate to open his mouth as soon as your eyes meet.
"Are you okay?" he scoots closer, standing where the older man was standing just a few seconds ago.
"Yeah, thanks for that." you tell him, offering him a humorous chuckle even though you don't find it funny.
If this guy hasn't approached you, you'd just give a signal to Yunhyeong and he'd take care of it. But it's not comfortable to be in this situation nevertheless and at the end of the day, you're thankful he decided to step in before you had to call an actual bouncer and maybe cause a scene.
"Don't mention it, I'm shocked no one else came to rescue you," he tells you, still eyeing you with worried eyes which is crazy because he doesn't know you. "Can I buy you, I don't know... orange juice?" he asks, laughing as you join.
"Shouldn't I be the one buying you a drink?" you ask in return, corners of your mouth twitching in a smirk as he looks down for a moment with a smile on his lips. Damn, he's cute and hot at the same time.
"Of course not, you're a lady." he says with a grin causing you to laugh at his comment. He does look like he's amused and just said it to lighten up the mood, but there's a little spark of honesty when he keeps looking at you.
"Well, this lady should thank you again for your help and maybe offer you a free drink." you propose.
He smiles at you shaking his head. "I could not possibly take that, besides, I asked first."
You amusingly roll your eyes, "My drinks here are free, perks of me working here."
"I'd still like to buy you that non-alcoholic drink or whatever you prefer. Please, let me do it, you're crushing my ego right now."
"Men and their egos," you feign an annoyance causing him to grin at you innocently, "Okay, I'll take you on your offer and pour myself orange juice."
From the corner of his eyes, you see him pleasingly grinning at you in triumph as he slaps a few cash on the counter. You take it, giving him the money change as he's already shaking his head and puts his hands in surrender, but he probably doesn't know you've one male best friend with a huge ego and stubborn ass to deal with on a daily basis. You're quicker than him, already opening your mouth.
"You've your ego and I've got mine, so take the change." you tell him sternly but there's a pinch of amusement in your voice as he eyes you, sighing in defeat as he takes it.
"Thanks," he says, stuffing his wallet into the pocket of his jeans as he gives you a smile. "Umm, yeah, I should probably go. Have a nice rest of the night." he says somehow awkwardly, still lingering on the same spot.
You almost feel your cheeks flush at his cuteness and obvious awkwardness of his uncertainty, but you appear confident as you give him a great view of your smile. "You too, thank you..." you look at him questionably and he almost jumps at the opportunity to introduce himself.
"Haneul, I'm Haneul."
"Haneul," you let his name roll off your tongue with a tint of teasing. Fuck, are you seriously subtly flirting with him just like that? "Thank you, Haneul."
He nods, looking at you in expectation and you see it in his eyes, having this urge to tease him a little as he chuckles in amusement when he recognizes your bad attempt of trying to hide your grin. "Won't you tell me your name?"
And you do want to tease him for a second but you can already see a group of people approaching your side of the bar, so you let out a giggle as he joins you. "Y/N, I'm Y/N." you repeat his previous words only revealing your name this time as he nods, muttering your name under his breath.
He gives you a slight wave, showing his nice smile at you for the last time as you wave at him back, feeling your cheeks flushing as he turns around.
"Dude, where were you? Was the line to the restroom that big?" One of the guys approaches him before he has Haneul in a headlock, both guys laughing as Haneul tries to push him off.
There's a small smile on your lips for the rest of the night, your mind going back to him a few times when you actually have the time to just rest for a while. Unfortunately, there's no sight of him for the rest of it too.
On the other hand, Jungkook has completely different worries. After he finished editing photos of his recent project, he joined Kiko to watch a reality show she's been watching already. They've been sitting there, Kiko cuddled up to his side as he lazily stares at the huge screen of his television, for at least twenty minutes now. She looks too immersed to notice Jungkook's puzzled look while he slowly strokes her forearm.
"Kik?" he breathes out, voice coming out as a murmur.
She hums in response before she tilts her head upwards to look at him, finally seeing the little hesitance he seems to be fighting with. This causes her to pay more attention to him, straightening herself to have a better look at him.
"You know about our plans for New Year's Eve?" he starts slowly, mentally cringing because he's probably making a bigger deal out of this than it's necessary. Fuck, this is pretty much similar to that time when he talked to you about the same topic.
"Of course, I know. We talked about it on Tuesday." she chuckles lightly, the sound causing Jungkook to smile before he continues with what he started.
"I talked to Y/N and she's coming too." he says simply, not really sure how else to say it.
Obviously, Kiko has already been informed that Jin invited you as well since he's friends with Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung. You're a part of their group and Jin knows you've always, well most of the time if we don't count last year when Jungkook went to Japan, celebrated New Year's Eve together as friends. Jin is also known for hosting parties and wanting to have as many friends there as possible, plus he's seen you a few times and even invited you to his wedding. Which obviously had to do something of you 'dating' with Jungkook back then, but it doesn't matter. You were invited and Jungkook wouldn't want it any other way. He'd ask Jin anyways if you could've come if he didn't ask himself.
Jungkook was delighted when Jin mentioned you when they were speaking about the NYE plan. He can't lie, he froze for a moment when he realized this means you and Kiko will be seeing each other way sooner than he thought. And with your recent argument, he wasn't so sure if the timing was right. But you talked about it and you agreed to come as well which eased his nerves.
"Oh, okay." she says lightly, making herself comfortable once again as she leans her head against Jungkook's shoulder.
He's pleased with an easy 'okay' but still, he's dumbfounded by the short and curt response. "Okay?" Jungkook mumbles, causing her to look at him as she chuckles at his big doe eyes staring confusingly forward.
"What do you want me to say?" She laughs a little.
"I don't know," he says honestly, "How do you feel about it?"
She stares at him for a moment, releasing a sigh as she sits up and turns to him. "Honestly?"
Oh, this doesn't sound right.
He's not sure how he'd react if she told him she's not happy about you coming too. A little tension is probably inevitable on both parts. At the end of the day, it is what it is and he expects at least awkwardness when the two of you will see each other again. On another note, it's not like if Kiko admitted her discomfort or plainly said to him that she doesn't want you to go (even if she probably wouldn't do that), he'd do nothing about it. You've already been invited and he's not an asshole to disinvite you. He wants you there and that's the end of it. You're coming and that's it.
"Honestly." Jungkook responds, patiently waiting for her to say what she thinks as she gives him a little breathy chuckle looking down at her lap.
"I know you guys stayed friends and I don't have anything against her. I know she probably doesn't like me, not after I hurt you..." she mumbles the last part, shamefully looking at her lap as she fumbles with her fingers. "It's not like I blame her."
"Listen, I talked about this with her and she's fine. She's just having my back." Jungkook assures her, gently grabbing her fidgeting hands as she finally stops and looks into his eyes.
"Are you sure that's it?"
"Hm?" Jungkook widens his eyes in confusion.
"Are you sure she's just having your back?" She watches his brows frown in even bigger confusion. "You guys dated. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure there's nothing going on between you two now,"
And she knows she can trust him and he'd never do anything to hurt her. He's way better than her. She told him that many times.
"But I do feel weird about the thought of her being there. But," she quickly jumps to add, "that doesn't mean I don't want her there. I know she's still your best friend, you said it yourself. I'm sorry, I'm probably not making any sense right now. I do think it'll be weird but honestly, I don't mind her coming if that's what you're worried about."
Well, he's probably more worried about you having her head the moment you see her, rather than Kiko's thoughts of you coming too.
"I'm trying to be as understanding as I can. But Kookie, she's your ex after all." she points out and Jungkook closes his eyes for a moment without realizing.
Fuck. That's right.
When you talked on the phone the other day, you confessed that you told Jimin about the whole fake dating thing. Even without seeing your face, Jungkook came to the conclusion you're being careful about the topic and it took you a few seconds until you started rumbling.
"I'm sorry I told Jimin without speaking to you first. I was just so angry at myself for bringing Kiko into our conversation and Jimin was the only friend with me at that moment, plus he kept bringing up us dating which he actually brought up a few times way before that and I just felt like an asshole for lying to him, so I just told him and I don't..."
You spoke like that, quickly and rumbling that Jungkook barely caught onto any of your words, for at least a good minute before Jungkook cut you off.
Understanding as always, he told you it's fine and he'd tell him the truth too if it came down to it.
That conversation over the phone, you telling Jimin, caused Jungkook to think about other people too. Taehyung doesn't know, apparently you made Jimin promise he won't tell, but you both want him to know too.
The other person Jungkook thought about is sitting right next to him, her brown eyes boring into his as she stares at him with a soft look. Telling her the truth, especially now that you've been brought up not as his best friend but as his ex, feels right. He is a little scared of a possible reaction, maybe the slight embarrassment of stooping so low to get her back. That doesn't mean he regrets it.
Back then, it was just a simple thought that crossed his mind and he asked you; "How would you feel if I told Kiko the truth?"
There was a silence for a split second before your amused chuckle resounded from Jungkook's speaker, his heart relaxing. "Jungkook, I don't think I've anything to do with that. You can tell her, it's your relationship. I think it'll ease up a lot of things, plus she won't think I'm your ex."
Attentive as always, Jungkook made sure to get your permission to tell Kiko that you and him were never really dating and it was all for a show. He thinks you've a say in this and at least you should know that he wants to tell her.
On the other hand, you think that you've nothing to do with that because it's Jungkook's relationship, just like you told him.
'I think it'll ease up a lot of things.' Your voice is fully settled in his memory, thinking that you're right.
Him telling the truth right now, now that she has told him how she feels about you celebrating New Year's Eve in the same cabin with them, could ease up her worries.
"I don't think you should worry about that," Jungkook speaks up carefully, letting out a faint sigh as he closes his eyes for a moment. Here we go, you got this, he has to mentally encourage himself to spill it out before he takes a breath. "About her being my ex."
"What are you talking about, Kookie?" she breathes out, voice laced with confusion and curiosity as she takes his hands. She's the one who squeezes his hands this time, having a weird feeling about this.
He does feel a little embarrassed to finally spit the truth out. He faked a relationship with you to get her back. If he hadn't done it, he wouldn't be most likely looking into his girlfriend's eyes right now. Their second try of a relationship caused a lot of hurt to both of them, notwithstanding that the cause of Kiko's biggest mistake she has ever made. But he can't look back at it every time, he doesn't want to hide things from her. If he wants this relationship to work, honesty is the key. She wasn't honest at first and look, where it had brought them.
On the other hand, they're perfectly fine right now. It affected Jungkook to the point he has his own doubts, staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night wondering if his decision will backfire on him. Kiko has promised to never hurt him again, never broke his trust and to a certain point, he wants to believe her. He believes her because he loves her and sees how much her own mistake affected her too. She's broken inside too.
He has never addressed it directly to her, but he noticed and could feel her pain whenever she's trying to look elsewhere, avoiding his big eyes and whenever he'd catch them, they would be slowly filling with tears. She's the main reason their relationship and Jungkook has suffered a lot of pain, but that doesn't mean her emotions aren't valid.
And now it's time to get through Jungkook's ego and doubtful thoughts. They both have to try if they want to stay together.
"Me and Y/N were never dating," he says, surprisingly letting his voice come out steady and loud enough for her to fully understand what he has just said. "The whole relationship was fake."
He finds the courage to look her in the eyes, not surprised by the silence that follows right after he spills the truth out. She looks confused, understandably confused, as she blinks a couple of times before she lets out a breathy chuckle.
"It was fake? I don't understand that," she mutters, "You kissed each other, looked like you--you looked like a real couple. Were you just faking it this whole time?"
Fuck, it sounds even worse now she said it.
"Yeah?" Jungkook presses his lips tightly, trying to find the urge to take one of the cushions and hide his face from her.
"Why would you fake it?" she asks, voice tender and sounding curious.
"Isn't it obvious?" he lets out a chuckle, similar to the one Kiko let out just a seconds ago. "I wanted you back. Somehow, my twisted mind thought if you saw me with another woman, maybe you'd realize you still love me." Fuck, can he lock himself up in the room now?
It sounds awful when he says it like this. No one else would be able to do this with him, only you. He'd never use you to get something only he wants. Now as he looks at it, he feels guilty for bringing you into it and faking a relationship with him. It's not like he regrets it. He enjoyed your time together and he knows if you didn't want to do it, you wouldn't. You both got what you wanted. You helped each other. You were the one that assured him everything is fine no matter how many times Jungkook expressed his deeper thoughts.
He knows he's overthinking most of the stuff because he truly cares for you and wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt you.
"Oh, Kookie," Kiko gets him out of the short trance, her hands cupping Jungkook's face. "I still loved you back then. I just had to end our relationship because I know I'd only hurt you," And she did hurt him, badly. But look at them now, they got over it. Or at least they're trying.
She looks at him with a gentle look, corners of her lips lifting to a smile. "You were trying to win me back this whole time?"
All he can do is pathetically nod in response, causing her to giggle as she kisses him. He's surprised, not expecting her to have such a light reaction. She pulls away from the peck she gave him, leaning their foreheads together.
"I thought it was real. I've never thought it could be fake."
Jungkook gulps, not quite sure what to say to that. He feels a sudden discomfort from her words. "Yeah," he murmurs, breathing out a chuckle. "I mean... I told you there's nothing going on between me and Y/N before."
"You did," she hums, "But I thought you moved on. Don't get me wrong, I know she's your best friend but you guys are just so close... so finding out you're dating was shocking but in a different way."
Shocking that she couldn't believe he moved on so easily, but not so shocking when she found out it's you who he is dating. It made sense to a certain point. You're one of the closest women in his life and he was heartbroken. For all she knew, maybe you were the one secretly in love with him even though she doubted it. On another note, she couldn't believe he started dating someone he assured he'll never date because they're just friends.
Like every girlfriend, she had her own doubts at the beginning of their relationship but she knew Jungkook is loyal and would never lie to her like that. It didn't take long for her to fully trust him and see for herself that you're more like a sister and brother who keep bickering around. She has never seen Jungkook act around other women like that. He really treated you like he treated Jimin and Taehyung, the only difference it's he's more protective of you.
"It sounds stupid, that idea of mine... but it worked."
Kiko giggles at that, pressing another kiss to his pouty lips. "It did," she hums, "God, I spent hours crying my eyes out when I first saw her with you."
Is he supposed to apologize? He feels like he should. "I never planned on making you cry," he says instead. "I never wanted to hurt you by doing that. It was all just so I could get you back."
"Hobi thought you did," Kiko murmurs, her hands slowly sliding off Jungkook's cheeks and defined jaw as she drops them in her lap.
When she notices Jungkook's confused frown, she sighs. "He thought you started dating Y/N because you wanted to hurt me, just like I hurt you."
Jungkook is speechless. It all makes sense now. The protectiveness he had for her, making him suspecting if there are any deeper feelings involved. Something that many people suspected of you and Jungkook. However your and Jungkook's friendship is still different from Hoseok's and Kiko's. You're one of a kind.
The constant glares he's been giving you, suspecting your 'relationship' causing you to freak out more than once. The only difference is that Hoseok wasn't suspecting you to be fake dating, or maybe he was, but the main reason behind his attitude was the thought of Jungkook purposely trying to hurt Kiko. And that's not true.
"I'm sorry about him."
"I'm sorry he thought I'd ever want to hurt you like that." Jungkook admits.
Hoseok is not only Kiko's friend. He's also Jungkook's and the fact that Hoseok thought he's purposely hurting Kiko by dating you, doesn't sit well with him.
"Everyone thought you and Y/N would never happen, you guys always insisted on that and then all of a sudden you started dating. So rather than him thinking you guys genuinely like each other that way, he thought you've an ulterior motive." she says gently, not wanting to sound as if she's defending Hoseok and making it seem as if Jungkook is the bad guy here. That's not it.
She just doesn't want him to think that Hoseok would think such a thing out of nowhere, she's simply stating how Hoseok was feeling about it.
"My ulterior motive would never be to hurt you." he deadpans, causing her to quickly jump to react.
"Of course not," she agrees, "I know that. Hobi is just... protective. I know I'm the one who hurt you, that's why I told him to leave you guys alone and let it go. He was just being my friend. Those few months after our break-up were so hard for me. I know I don't deserve to be sad when I'm the one who screwed this up, I damaged our relationship and it'll never be the same no matter how much we can act like it will. But... what I did, will haunt me for the rest of my life and I'll have to live with it."
"I don't think you don't deserve to be sad," Jungkook murmurs, staring at his tattooed knuckles as he needs to have a clear head, instead of looking into those soft brown eyes. "It's your feelings and I know you regret it. I chose to give this relationship a second try, it wouldn't be fair of me to constantly hold that against you."
"And I'm thankful for that," she says immediately, catching his eyes as he looks up at her with a neutral look. "I don't think I deserve it but I can't imagine not being with you. I love you too much. Those months were so hard for me. Not even me staying in Japan helped that much. I could barely eat, I'd just cry until I fell asleep and even my dreams were filled with you. And Hobi was there for me all along. Even though he knew I made a mistake, he was the only person who never truly judged me."
If he looks at it impartially, he can understand that. If it were you, he'd never be able to judge you and he'd be there for you no matter what kind of wrong thing you'd do. But when he looks at it as a person who's completely involved in it, as Jungkook – Kiko's boyfriend, he does feel a little bitter. Not out of jealousy. But because of what she's saying.
"I don't question your feelings, Kik. From the regret and hurt I see in your eyes every day, I can understand you haven't had it easy too. But the part of me, the still hurt one, just feels... weird right now. You made a mistake and I told you I won't hold it against you. But as we're talking about this... I can't help but to think. No one forced you to cheat on me. I said I don't want any details and I still would like it to stay that way. But it's not something you do out of nowhere and most importantly to the person you love so deeply. If we had any troubles in our relationship," he sighs, "Not that it'd justify cheating, but our relationship was perfect. Or am I wrong?"
Jungkook makes sure his voice is gentle as he speaks, not wanting to sound as if he's verbally attacking her because this is not the case. He lets out his deeper demons, the thoughts that have been buried inside him despite them talking about their relationship more than once since they got back together. However, they've never had this kind of conversation and they've never said these things that are being said right now. At least not to this extent.
He watches her eyes flutter shut, letting out a shaky breath as he watches her fingers tremble slightly. His heart jumps at that. He knows he hasn't crossed any lines. It's only fair of him to talk about this. Yet, he can't help but be worried about her reaction.
"You're not wrong," she whispers, opening her eyes as he's met with the same watery eyes full of regret again. "I'm so sorry. I know no one forced me."
That's all he needs. Just for her to admit it loudly.
"Hey," he calls out, taking her hands into his again before he cups her face to make her look at him. "We're together now, okay? And that's all that matters. Some things have to be said but this doesn't mean I don't love you."
She nods, smiling into the kiss when he pecks her lips. "Thank you," she says into the kiss, but Jungkook just ignores it. He didn't do it to do her a favor. He's just being honest.
"I can't believe you and Y/N faked the whole thing." she giggles, causing Jungkook to chuckle as he shakes his head.
"We're both crazy." Jungkook simply says, grinning at the thought of you.
"She just agreed like that? I still remember her gagging when someone mentioned if you and her ever kissed on that bowling night." The few, and very rare, times you and Kiko hung out with the same group of people.
He doesn't even remember who brought that up. All he remembers is that it was unnecessary to question your friendship and bring that specific topic when his girlfriend was present. Still, your fake gagging made him laugh and he remembers how he poked you in your ribs like he always does to annoy you, saying something along the lines; "You wish you could kiss me."
Now that he thinks about it, it was probably inappropriate to say that too in Kiko's presence. He was just joking, knowing it means nothing to the two of you and you're being you, trying to persuade everyone how disgusted the two of you are at the thought of kissing each other. It was just one of those times.
He actually wanted to say it out loud once again, wanting Kiko to hear that he's not interested in you in that way.
"Not exactly," Jungkook sheepishly grins, not wanting to go into too much detail. The most important part will be said, that's all that matters. "We had a deal." Jungkook scrunches his nose at that, especially after he sees Kiko's slight and confused frown.
"Deal?"
"Uhh," Jungkook almost stutters. Would you be okay if he mentioned that you wanted to explore more in sex? He doesn't want to mention that, thinking about your privacy. "We slept together." he blurts out, watching Kiko's eyes almost bulge out.
"You," she freezes, "slept together?"
"More than once." Jungkook adds, feeling like he's adding gasoline to the fire.
"More than once?" she chokes out, "I, it's none of my business since we weren't together but... wow." she says, completely speechless as she seems to be processing Jungkook's confession.
Of course, she's speechless and shocked and confused. Jungkook always assured her that he doesn't see you in any way that could lead to you being intimate with each other. He knows what that looks like right now, but he doesn't really owe her any more details.
"So, you guys were like friends with benefits?" She shakes herself out of the trance, chuckling as she's trying to lighten up the mood, especially when she notices Jungkook's worried and puzzled look.
"Yeah, something like that," he mutters, widening her eyes when her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. "I mean, yeah probably. We didn't label it. We just..."
"Had sex," she finishes when he clearly had a hard time to do it, too torn whether it would be a douchebag move to say it. "It's okay, Kookie. You can talk to me about it."
"I don't really feel like talking about me fucking my best friend." he admits, cringing right away when he hears his blunt words. You're usually the blunt one. He got that from you.
"Yeah, of course," Kiko quickly says, "We don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to."
"I mean... there's nothing that much to talk about. We had sex but we're completely fine. I know it's hard to believe," Poor Jimin probably doesn't believe it up till this day, he thinks. "I don't want you to worry about Y/N and me. There really is nothing going on between us, I know I said that before but I meant it."
Yes, he said there's nothing going on between you two just to find out that two people who were completely against the idea of kissing each other, suddenly had sex multiple times on multiple occasions. And now he's assuring her there really are no deep feelings between you two.
It's all so messed up and he can feel a headache approaching from all the thinking and worrying.
"Kookie," Kiko giggles, scooting closer to him until her knees touch the side of his thigh. "I trust you. It is what it is."
They stare into each other's eyes, Jungkook ones flickering down to her lips as she gives him a knowing smile, already leaning down to kiss him. This time, it's not only peck but they keep kissing each other as Jungkook grabs her hips, leading her to sit down on his lap. In a few minutes, their kissing doesn't ease up and they're too eager to continue. Kiko's hands are on Jungkook's clothed hardening bulge, Jungkook's mouth occupied with her neck. Everything is going fast, their need for each other is too strong and they don't waste any time. Kiko slides down Jungkook's sweatpants and boxers with a little bit of his help, before Jungkook reaches for his wallet that's been sitting on the coffee table ever since he came home from work.
Taking out the condom, Kiko helps him to slide it down, his length already bare from waist down, straddling his lap. When she finally sinks down his length, they both groan from the pleasure. No words are needed, mouths preoccupied again with kissing each other while they're chasing each other's pleasure.
"Sweetheart, go fetch us another round of shots!"
Your head snaps to your friend and at his words aimed at you, eyes already narrowed as you're met with his boxy smile. His cheeks are already reddened and he's fully energized from the alcohol, one of the stages before he gets fully wasted.
"I'm not taking care of your drunk ass tonight, Taehyung," you remind him, trying to hide a grin from how funny he looks. You can't get mad at him, simply mentally snickering at the pet name he gave you. "You guys insisted on going out, don't make me regret this."
Despite your warning words that are laced with amusement but seriousness too, you're already standing up while Jimin is trying to hide his own amusement, silently laughing at Taehyung's stretched and innocent grin.
You roll your eyes amusingly, waving him off when he messily hands you his wallet. "It's my turn to pay." you remind Taehyung, already walking away before he or Jimin could protest.
Taehyung would be perfectly fine with paying, the only reason he sent you to go get drinks is quite simple. You've a little discount on any drinks because you work here part-time. Considering they decided to get you out of the comfort of your home, spamming you with messages about how they want to hangout with you, you couldn't say no. Not that they gave you much choice, telling you they'll stop by on Friday to pick you up. And they did.
Coincidentally, they chose the club you work at, letting their curiosity take over and wanted to check the place out. That explains Taehyung calling you one evening, asking you about the club and if it's a good place to go out. Two days later, they bombarded you with messages about wanting to hangout too. Jimin was on it this whole time too.
Apparently they tried to do the same with Jungkook, but he couldn't come tonight and unfortunately he won't be one of the people who will take care of Taehyung's ass once he gets too drunk, leaving you and Jimin up to it.
"Are you guys having fun?" Yejun asks, grinning at you behind the bar when you usually stand on your shifts, cleaning dry one of the glasses.
It's a little rare to see him working behind a bar, not that this is the first time you see him working there. You allow yourself to give him a smile, still quite embarrassed when you look him in the eyes with the thought of you and Yoongi in his office.
Yoongi doesn't seem to be the person to brag about his sexlife or personal things, but that doesn't mean anything. Maybe he told Yejun what you've done in his office. The first time you saw Yejun after what happened between you and Yoongi, he asked you how you managed to work with him and how it went. You practically almost choked on your spit, wondering if he knows.
Back in the work you snatched Yoongi to the side, bursting with a ton of hushed questions about whether Yejun knows or what if he has cameras in his office.
"Calm down, he has no cameras there." he told you, completely unimpressed by your rather evident nervousness. "At least not that I know of."
You remember how your heart dropped and you felt like you could vomit right there. So, there could be a high possibility Yejun saw Yoongi's dick in your hand? And much more than that too?
"Oh my god, you should've seen your face. I'm kidding. He doesn't know and has no cameras there, so take a chill pill." he snickered, simply walking away while you glared at him until he disappeared behind the corner.
Still, you allowed yourself to sigh in relief but didn't forget to mumble a simple 'what an asshole', aimed at no one but Yoongi himself.
Even after that, you still get a little tense around Yejun which is definitely not his fault. From the looks of it, he doesn't know anything and it's all you and your unstoppable worries and thoughts. Suddenly, another round of shots sounds way better than when Taehyung came up with it.
You assure Yejun you're all having fun, even mentioning that your friends like it here more than in other clubs which isn't a lie. Taehyung and Jimin's sweaty hair from all the dancing with other women, even men, is clear proof that they really are having fun. Ordering the drinks Taehyung asked for, the same drinks you've started your night with because you don't like to mix different kinds of alcohol, you and Yejun make a small talk which luckily doesn't involve his brother. This way you don't get to arouse any suspicion.
Yejun gets your drinks on a tray to make it easier to get to your table (that you've reserved because it's easier since you work here) and you're ready to take it and get to your friends. However, the somehow familiar voice and person standing next to you, ordering his own order makes you pause as you glance beside you.
Your eyes widen at the coincidence of you seeing him again, especially after he has been in your mind a few times since last week. He probably senses a pair of eyes on him, turning to glance at the direction it's coming from while Yejun is already turned and making the drinks for him.
"Hey," You're the first one to break the silence, considering you were already staring at him and you're trying to play it cool.
His eyes widen for a second, plump lips opening in a sudden surprise before they stretch into a warm smile. "Y/N, hi!"
"You must like it here, you were here just last week." you grin at him, leaving your tray just for now as your eyes won't leave him. You take that time to properly look at him from up close, admiring his soft features that you weren't able to see that much last week.
Last week he got rid of the rude and drunk man that wouldn't just leave you alone.
He does look a little embarrassed for a moment, scratching the back of your neck as he lets out a chuckle. "Yeah, I don't usually party this much... it's just my friends..."
You don't question his friends, probably because you can relate considering your own friends usually get your ass out of your apartment and crash your plans that involve just lazy evenings and Netflix. And he doesn't look like he wants to say anything further about that topic, instead eyeing your whole clothing.
A pair of light high-waisted jeans with a cropped white tank top. It's simple but yet revealing a good amount of your skin, now that your denim jacket is perched on your seat and not covering your arms and shoulders. There is a simple necklace sitting in your cleavage while the shorter one is sitting just right between your collarbones, giving your outfit just the right pinch. Your hair is not in the usual ponytail or bun, let down now that you're not working and don't want hair in your face while working behind a bar.
Peachy matte lipstick makes your lips appear thicker, making them pop out since you kept your eye-makeup simple with a mascara and thin eyeliner. You've been pretty confident about your choice of outfit, wanting to leave a tight dress in your closet. Seeing the amount of women wearing almost similar dresses just proved to be the right decision of your choice of jeans and a tank top with thin stripes. You must say, this top makes your breasts pop out even more and it wasn't your intention. They're just there.
On another note, Haneul doesn't seem to be eyeing your breasts, respectfully staring at your outfit just for a few seconds before he looks you in the eyes.
"You're not working?" he asks simply, somehow too surprised when he sees you obviously being here as a customer while you shake your head at his question.
"No, I usually work on Saturdays. It's just a part-time job, I don't really work here full-time." you explain with a smile on your face, briefly pointing and glancing at the bar as he understandably nods.
"Well, I'm glad I see you here," he admits, your mouth falling in surprise as he sheepishly grins. "If anyone bothers you just tell me, I'll fix it." he tries to joke, actually earning a giggle from you. It seems like your inside joke, even though you don't know him at all but have a good feeling.
"I'll remember that." you grin, opening your mouth even though you're not sure what else to say but you don't want this conversation to end so quickly. However, Yejun unintentionally interrupts your conversation by giving Haneul his drinks as he quickly pulls out his wallet and pays for it.
"Can I get you anything?" he asks, your heart jumping at him wanting to buy you a drink.
You point sheepishly at the tray with the drinks on it, wanting to take him on that offer but unfortunately, you've already ordered for yourself and your friends. "Thanks, that's sweet of you." you tell him anyway, smiling as smiles back at you.
"Oh, what a shame. I was quite excited to buy you a proper drink and not an orange juice." he jokes, feigning a pout as you giggle.
"What's wrong with orange juice?" you ask in return, still grinning as you say it. "Perhaps, you can buy me one later." you suggest, appearing confident while your heart hammers inside your chest. You can be quite bold, but not when you're flirting with a stranger.
"Perhaps, I can," he grins, "Will I find you here later?"
"You'll have to look for me and see for yourself." you grin back, watching the corner of his lips to quirk in a challenging smirk.
"I'm up for that challenge," he smirks, "I like it." he says with a low tone, causing your lips to shiver with surprise and excitement.
"I think I like that too." you smirk, watching him grab his three drinks with his big hands.
He bids his goodbye for now, lingering by your side for a moment to the point you get to smell his fresh cologne, as if he knew you're a sucker for men that smell nice. When he leaves, you're trying your best not to stare at his disappearing figure and turn to the bar with a puzzled look, almost jumping when you feel a hand on your back.
"Sorry, it's me," Jimin says, chuckling at your jumpy state as you sigh in relief when you see it's him and not some creepy stranger. "You were gone for quite some time, I went to check up on you if everything's fine," he informs you when he sees the questioning look you give him.
"And Taehyung might have sent me to check on you because he's talking to some girl, wanted to be alone with her." he admits, causing you to snicker at Taehyung's tactics.
"Yup, everything's fine. Just talked to... someone." you clear your throat, already groaning at Jimin's smirk.
"Oh, that guy that just walked away?" he muses, causing you to roll your eyes at him as he laughs. "Yeah, I've seen that," he answers your silent question. "Do you know him?"
"Not really," you tell him unsurely, "He interfered when some old and drunk guy kept bothering me, nothing serious before you start panic," you explain quickly as soon as you see Jimin's frowned brows at the mention of the old guy. "I just saw him again, he is a nice guy."
"Well, don't mention anything about that old guy to Jungkook. He'd flip out and probably become your own security while you work here."
You both laugh at that, knowing that Jungkook would be capable of doing that but mainly know Jimin is joking. You glance at the bar, noticing Yejun smirking at you from the distance which makes you laugh and look at him confusingly. "What?"
Jimin follows your line of vision, looking at Yejun whom he met when you first came here and ordered the first round of vodka shots.
"Nothing." he muses, pursing his lips to hide his smirk which he fails to do.
"Spill it out." you laugh, not understanding the looks Yejun is giving you.
He steps closer, leaning against the bar slightly so you can hear him more audibly. "That guy you talked to, you've talked to him a week ago, right?"
You open your mouth in surprise. "How do you know about that?"
"I've seen you. I've seen that drunk man bothering you when I came from my office, thought I would step in but then I saw him already taking care of it. You didn't seem like you wanted anyone else to interfere."
You ignore the last comment, glancing at Jimin who seems to be enjoying what he's hearing, smirking and grinning at you as you bump your elbow to his side.
Confidently, you clear your throat trying to hide the blush that wants to creep onto your cheeks. "He was just being nice." you try to wave him off, shocked when Yejun amusingly shakes his head.
"Well, that young guy you just talked with, came here three times this week looking for you."
Your jaw drops, completely surprised by the new information. That explains why he was so surprised to know you're not working here full-time and seemed kind of shy at the beginning. "Looking for me?"
"Well, he wasn't exactly asking about you but I noticed him looking for someone whenever he came to order more drinks. I thought he was looking for you since I saw you last week, but seeing you now I'm almost certain that I'm right."
A group of people approaches him, causing him to excuse himself as he gives you a wink before he goes to fully take care of their order.
Glancing sideways, you see Jimin smirking at you knowingly as you're trying to hide your blush and shyness by straightening yourself. "Shut up." you grumble at him, letting him take the tray with your drinks while you hear his bubbly laugh behind you.
You can't help but let a small smile ghost over your lips at Haneul cuteness, his interest in you is no longer just your imagination but a reality.
An hour or so later, Haneul keeps his promise and finds you, rescuing you from being in an awkward silence between Taehyung and Jimin making out with some girls that joined your booth. You introduced him to your friends, ignoring Jimin's knowing smirk he hides by kissing the female that sits next to him while Taehyung shouts a cheerful greeting, too preoccupied to properly even look at Haneul. He doesn't even question who Haneul is, being welcoming as usual as you grin sheepishly at Haneul that seems to be amused.
You drink together, mostly just talking and getting to know each other through the loud music. Being in a club full of sweaty bodies and loud music isn't quite the right scene to be having a casual conversation, but the two of you are in your own world. You get an even better feeling from him, hearing him talking to you so freely and getting to know him better.
You're surprised when he tells you his age, finding out he's twenty and that makes him younger than you. But it doesn't bother you because he's sweet, not eyeing you like you're his treat of the night. He seems genuinely interested in you, asking you questions to get you know better.
So you talk about your job, teasing him that you're older than him which he just playfully rolls his eyes. He does seem to have innocent and youthful features, that's why he gives away those youthful vibes because he has seemed like a typical college boy when you first saw him, not that it bothers you or it's something bad. He still looks better than any typical college boy. Your guess has been right, he is still in college but from what you've managed to gather, he is really mature and the way he talks makes him look as if he's being the older one. Not just the fact he's quite tall, but the way he acts too.
You're not sure how many hours you've been talking, he even introduces you to his own group of friends that later joins you in your reserved booth, smiling shyly when you notice them giving the same teasing smirks and grins to him just like Jimin was giving you later. You see him clenching his jaw, annoyed by the teasing of his friends and how much he tries to tell them to fuck themselves, he controls himself and just gives you a shy grin.
Later on, he asks you if you want to dance and it's probably the only chance of you two being alone, safe from the grinning faces and teasing eyes of your friends. You're not drunk enough to embarrass yourself on the dance floor, but the need of being alone with him is stronger because you're actually having a good time. So, you take a swig of your shot, drinking it all before you let him lead you onto the dance floor.
Even as you're dancing, letting yourself relax thanks to the shot, he keeps his hands respectfully on your hips not letting them drop any lower. Even though you wish he'd touch you more, the amount of alcohol makes you more braver and confident, wanting to feel him closer. But you don't make a move, respectfully letting him treat you like a princess. And you dance, until the two of you are gasping and sweaty, your hands firmly on his chest as you look him in the eyes, finding him way closer than you thought he'd be.
"I think I want to take you out." he admits softly, but loudly enough for you to hear as his lips brush against your ear and hair that's covering it.
You shudder, trying not to look too excited as you pull away slightly to look him in the eyes. "You think?"
"No, I mean... I know I want to take you out. On a date." He chuckles nervously, the ends of his hair sticking to his forehead as he still maintains that fresh scent of his cologne.
You hold your excitement and a hammering heart for later, but don't hide the smile that spreads on your lips. "I think I'd like that."
"You think?" he asks in return, grinning as you laugh.
"No, I know." you muse.
When you get back to the booth, Taehyung ready to fall asleep any second as his head keeps dropping low, you and Jimin agree that's it for tonight as you can't feel your legs in those goddamn heals anyway and your own tiredness is getting to you (considering you're not that sober either but still not fully drunk like Taehyung is). You and Haneul exchange phone numbers, bidding a goodbye with shy and knowing smiles before he helps Jimin to make Taehyung stand up. He's too tired to protest, luckily not having the urge to vomit as usual.
As the three of you sit in the cab, Taehyung's head dropped on your shoulder as soft snores leave his mouth, Jimin looks at you questionably when he sees you smiling.
"I have a date!" you call out excitedly, no longer hiding your excitement about Haneul as Jimin starts laughing at your cuteness, with your friend sleeping between you two completely unaware of the news.
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NAP OF A STARㅤ. . .ㅤ﹫ park sunghoon ★
꒰ 📒 ꒱ park sunghoon & fem reader, 3500 words. ㅤg non idol au, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pinning, fluff, long fic. ㅤw kissing, minimal cursing, mentions of absent parents, brief mention of wounds.ㅤlibrary
a stargazing session with your best friend takes a different turn when he tells you the story of princess andromeda and the demi-god perseus.
“Stop being lazy! C’mon!”
Your friend’s lighthearted teasing made you let out a brief, hearty laugh. He smiled, loosening his grip on the old pillows he held.
For fifteen years you’ve known Park Sunghoon, your best friend, and the person who you trusted your life. You were introduced to each other when both of you were three years old, just a couple of weeks after your family moved to his hometown.
He lived in a shell back then, timid and reserved. The boy would admit that he was scared of crowded places, refusing to go out and play with other kids, unless he was with you — the first person to whom the little boy warmed up.
Since your parents and his were close, you two became attached by the hip, often mischievously pulling pranks on your families. Together, you had the tradition of doing pinky promises and vows to assure none of you would snitch on each other when causing trouble. These vows turned into serious ones through the time when you would swear that you’d stick together ’till the end.
Sunghoon then grew up with too much pride; a pride that came from the loyalty that you, even as kids, had to one another.
The black-haired boy found comfort in you in the same way you found in him. However, that comfort soon turned into something more — a burning feeling that consumed you whole. It was hard not to wear your heart on your sleeve around Sunghoon, but even with the pinky promises, losing his friendship because of a love confession wasn’t a risk you were willing to take.
By the time, in the middle of a sleepover at your house, your best friend slyly indulged you to sneak out of your room with him. Earlier that day, he insisted on sleeping outside, setting up camping tents in your backyard — tents he ‘discreetly’ stole from his father’s garage.
Turns out none of you fit inside any. They were tipis for kids, teenagers. Sunghoon seemed to forget that his father bought them about ten years ago, and didn’t buy new ones as a result of his family’s lack of free time and camping trips.
At the moment, with a blanket draped over your shoulder and two pillows in Sunghoon’s hands, happiness invaded your senses, painting a smile on your face.
Your room with a comfortable and cozy bed was closer than you expected. But even with your back laying down across a thin blanket, blades of grass poking your skin, and your friend frequently nudging your side with his knee, you couldn’t be more at peace.
It was a rather cold night — a full moon one. Bright and perfectly aligned stars glowed from above you. An almost warm breeze enveloped your body, the summer night being one of the most pleasant ones you had that season. Everything was partly clear due to the moonlight, and the faint smell of petrichor from an early rain still lingered in the air, filling up your lungs.
After quite some time, one of your hands toyed around with a small, wet leaf you found on the floor. The said best friend shifted on his place for the nth time that night, adjusting his seated position. He raised his arms, phone trying to capture the constellations on an app that promised to tell the name of each one of them.
“Sunghoon?” You called out without looking at him, eyes still focused on the dark green leaf on your hands. A surprisingly intense gush of wind blew it away, making you press your lips together in disappointment.
“Hm?” Sunghoon hummed, glancing at you briefly and turning his eyes back to the device’s screen. His heart melted at your messy hair and tired appearance.
Now laying on your side, you observed how his brows furrowed when the app didn’t work, and how his overall expression softened when he heard your voice. “What time is it?”
Peering at the top of the screen, he turned to you again, an enthusiastic smile playing on his plump lips. “Almost two.” Sunghoon chirped.
“I kinda want to sleep.”
“I kinda want to sleep!” He mocked, nudging your forearm with his knee, now purposefully. “You’re no fun, Y/n.”
Almost automatically, you sighed in faux annoyance, nudging him back with your hand. “We’d be dead asleep if I didn’t encourage you.”
“And I thank you for that.” His velvety, honeyed voice and a boyish grin was what you received for the complaint. Sunghoon focused completely on the phone as its interface lit up with the names of stars and planets. His gaze widened in shock, switching between you and the mobile. “I got it! I got it!”
You sat up and allowed your chin to rest on his shoulder, scanning all the information the program displayed. “You’re so cute,” a chuckle escaped your lips when he smiled triumphantly at the bright screen.
Sunghoon felt every single inch of his skin start to tingle with your breathy compliment. The plain cotton shirt he wore never felt so itchy; his insides were fuzzy. Park’s teasing demeanor came back in a nanosecond, recovering from what he’d call his weakness — another name for the feelings he took quite some time to sort out.
“It’s a pity that I can’t say the same to you,” he joked, his words being followed by a strong punch on his arm and a whispered ‘Ow!’.
“Jackass.”
“You just called me cute, though?”
“I’m totally punching you again if you don’t shut up.”
“Okay, okay! You win,” Sunghoon spoke up quickly, defeated. He went back to his star scanning and smirked, trying to catch a glimpse of your face through his peripheral vision. “...Cutie.”
“God, Sunghoon,” you scoffed, biting back a smile and feeling your neck heat up at his comment. “You’re so corny.”
The boy used his thumb and index to zoom in on a random constellation before stating as a matter-of-fact: “You know you love me.” And he was sure of that, he really was. Howbeit, he didn’t know if it was the same type of love he felt for you.
“Do I know that?” You poked his ribcage softly, using a line from Zootopia, a movie that you watched together more times than you could count. Not resisting the tempting words of the little devil in your head, you fully smiled, hooking your arms around his waist lovingly.
Your actions made a beautiful flora bloom inside his stomach, worsening the previous situation of fuzziness he experienced. Again, the thick mask Sunghoon used to conceal his emotions came to his rescue.
“Are you really quoting Zootopia to me? And I’m the ‘corny’ one?” He faced you completely, ignoring the sparks in his chest. Long fingers rose in a gesture that imitated quotation marks. His canines poked out as he bit his plump bottom lip, faking a confused state.
Slowly, your face fell and you sighed, pressing your head on his broad shoulders. Another puff of hot air passed between the two of you. “Leave me alone. I just tried to be funny.”
“You are funny! I’m just messing with you like you are with me,” Sunghoon explained in a rushed voice. You normally weren’t that bothered by his jokes, but he didn’t want you to feel bad about them. At least, not that night. “Lay down. I wanna show you something.”
His phone was thrown somewhere on the grass, back now sprawled on the blanket and arms open for you to cuddle him. Park looked expectant, irises twinkling in anticipation, the intimate act common in your friendship.
God knows how Sunghoon started to hate the use of the word friendship to describe what you two had. It’s not like he’d stop being your best friend when you started dating (he liked to think that you would someday), but whenever you two had to deny that you were together to someone, he lost a little fraction of hope he still had.
“Ooh! You gonna kiss me or what?” You joked under your breath, actually hoping that he would, and not expecting him to hear you, but he did.
Strong arms captured your body, tickling your belly. Quiet giggles came from both of you — after all, it was late, and your parents would kill you two if they woke up because of your loud witticisms.
“I take back what I said about you being funny.” The moonlit witching hour accentuated his sharp, yet gentle features. His raven hair blocked half of his vision, but it didn’t matter to him. As long as you were in his arms, nothing else had importance.
When your laugh died down, he adjusted your overall position so you would be more comfortable while he held you. Sunghoon’s body was exceptionally warm, contrasting with other days when his skin would be coated by its usual freezing temperature. Your head nuzzled on his neck, and you felt him carefully pushing it away.
“Don’t sleep yet. I told you I wanna show you something.” He said gently, as if he was talking to a newborn baby.
Once again, his hand rose to the sky, pointing to a distinct set of stars that seemed to shine way more than the others simply because he motioned towards them. He started making shapes with the tip of his finger, and you did your best to see the whole drawing. “See this constellation over there?”
“That one?” You gestured to the shiny celestial bodies close to the ones he was trying to show you.
“No, that one.” Sunghoon slipped his hand in yours, helping you to trace the stars, dismissing completely how he was bashful at something that should be common between you.
“Oh... Yeah, I see it.” Managing to stutter out an agreement, you cleared your throat, feeling the tingles on your hand going up to your arm.
Sunghoon kissed the back of his teeth. “That’s the constellation of your sun sign.” He mumbled, freeing you from his soft grip. His voice was hushed to the point you only managed to make out the words ‘constellation’ and ‘sun’.
Idiot, idiot, idiot!, his mind irrationally kept scolding him. She doesn’t like you like this! You’re gonna scare her away!
“What?” You frowned, turning your head to look at his side profile, and urging him to say it again.
Shit, Sunghoon thought, pondering if he should get up and sprint to his house, canceling his plans with you for the night. Embarrassment, and only embarrassment, was what he felt at that moment. He wished a fairy would just appear out of nowhere and touch your head with her wand, making you forget about his whole existence.
That was too much. Maybe not his whole existence, but only the last five minutes. He still needed you to remember everything you went through together for his confession.
“What did you say, Hoon? I didn’t hear you.” Your sleepy voice made him snap out of his trance, cheeks flushing at the nickname that you used often, but that never failed to make him flustered.
“This is... the constellation of your sun sign.” Sunghoon said a bit louder than before, gazing at you with shy, doe-like eyes.
Your friend’s nervousness made you chuckle, though you were secretly panicking because of his thoughtful research, probably with the app. Shifting on the blanket, you tightened your grip on his waist, feeling how his body got extremely hot since the beginning of your cuddling session. “You remember my sun sign?”
“We’ve known each other for fifteen years, of course I do.” He grinned weakly at the sound of your laugh. Sunghoon wasn’t even into Zodiac and astrology, but he learned a few things here and there so he’d get to talk with you about it. “You remember mine, right?”
“Well, duh!” You rolled your eyes, deciding to mess a bit with him. “You’re a Gemini!”
If he didn’t know you better, his face would be pale, and his heart would have fallen to his feet. Thankfully, as Park said earlier, he knew you for fifteen years, and when you were joking around or not.
Funny, no? He was your closest friend for so long, had so many beguiling stories with (and about) you to tell, but even then, he couldn’t see how in love you were with him, just like how he was with you.
“Ha. Ha.” He playfully reciprocated your eye roll, pinching your forearm.
“Just kidding. I know you’re a Sagittarius. Couldn’t forget that even if I wanted to.” And you really couldn’t, not when you constantly overanalyzed your birth charts, thinking if you would make a good pair or not.
There was silence. It extended for some minutes — eight or so. Sunghoon opened his mouth again, breathing in a short puff of fresh air through his teeth.
“You see those stars over there?” He repeated his gestures on another side of the sky. When you hummed in confirmation, he spoke again. “These are Andromeda and Perseus. Their constellations represent their love story.”
You hummed again, making him smile.
“Do you know their story?” Sunghoon questioned, briefly looking at you. As you said no, he continued. “Long story short, Andromeda’s mother said that her daughter was prettier than Poseidon’s daughters. He got pretty angry and sent a sea monster to destroy Andromeda’s parents’ kingdom.”
“Geez,” you snorted. “What a big deal to destroy a whole kingdom.”
“Oh, shut up. I’m sure if it was you in Poseidon’s body, you’d do the same thing.” Chuckling, he observed how you shrugged at his note. “Going back... The only thing that could stop the monster was a sacrifice: Andromeda. They chained her to a rock for the monster to kill her, but Perseus came to her rescue, killing the monster.”
Sunghoon cackled when you dramatically gasped at his storytelling. “He’s so brave! What a great man.” You gushed tiredly, but enjoyed how your best friend told you the story with so much passion.
“Y’know what happened next?”
“Let me guess, Perseus fell in love and asked to marry Andromeda, isn’t it? It’s always something like this.”
“Yep,” his confirmation made you scoff, smiling in amusement. “But she was already betrothed to her uncle, so Perseus killed him with Medusa's head.”
“Ew... To her uncle?”
“To her uncle.”
“I’m glad Perseus came to save Andromeda, then.” You told Sunghoon, the tender sensation of his soft hands running up and down your arms making you drowsy.
“Mhm… But you know what’s the best part of the story? Perseus and Andromeda’s constellations are right next to each other.” The teen uttered, focus fixated on the blanket of heavenly bodies.
Surveying him, you then realized how his eyes were so full of emotions that couldn’t even be described. How his chestnut irises were a sea of wordless poems. How the moon seemed to barely shine in contrast to his dazzling gaze. How the corners of his eyes had faded crinkles from when you’d make him laugh until his stomach hurt.
Sunghoon noticed your staring from his peripheral vision, face reddening at your careless gawk. Even then, he didn’t look at you completely. ‘It’s now or never’ was his final push of courage.
“Do you remember when we were younger, and my family couldn’t go on camping trips?” His heart trembled with fear of rejection.
“Yeah, obviously I do.” You nodded. “We always begged your parents to let you and Yeji come with my family.”
“And they always let us go.” He remembered. “I dreamed about having parents like our classmates had, who took their kids to travel, and had time for them. But every time I sulked about that, you made sure to include Yeji and I in your family’s events.”
Sunghoon paused for a small moment, grinning at the memories of his childhood with you. He loved you so, so bad, that only the remembrance of it could get him giddy and completely out of his mind.
“I think that growing up with you made me a happier person. If I didn’t have you, I’d probably be a sad, shy boy without any friends.”
“Well, you’re still shy, and don’t have many friends,” you joked and fixed your focus on the sky, trying to hide your sentimental side that threatened to come out.
“But I have you.” Sunghoon bit his lower lip, his voice beginning to shake. “Remember when we were seven and I fell on that lake when we went to Danyang-gun, and you saved me? Or when we tried to ride the same bike together and we fell, but you treated my wounds first with the Hello Kitty Band-Aids?”
With every situation he brought up, and with every confirmation you gave him that you indeed remembered, your throat closed a bit. You were sure that your hands were shaking at that point, though you didn’t bother to check your theory.
Suddenly, Sunghoon sat up, careful to not hurt you. The pump of his heart on his neck made him crazy, worrying that he wouldn’t be able to finish his confession and chicken out at the last second.
Your reflex made you follow his movements. Frightened eyes found one another. They lacked hope, but they were full of the familiar sentiment you inevitably felt around Sunghoon.
Love.
“I think... I think you’re my Perseus.” He whispered as if reciting the purest poetry the humankind could ever write. “You always rescued me. You are the Perseus that saved my Andromeda. I would be dead if you weren’t there for me, figuratively and literally.”
The imaginary mask that camouflaged his feelings for you got some cracks here and there. Sunghoon never felt a stronger rush of colorful and colorless emotions in his life, every single one of them blending inside his body (he wasn’t sure if they came from his mind, heart, or any other body part). You got to see them first-hand.
Crystal tears found their way to your waterline when you realized this was the ‘Super Important Thing’ he kept saying that he would tell you that week. The thing that he refused to reveal whenever you questioned him about it.
“You know I’m not that good with words, but all this time I held myself back from not telling you this,” he took a deep breath, shutting his eyelids with force. “I love you, and not like friends do. I have loved you since we were ten, and I never stopped doing so. I understand if you don’t love me back like this, but I really needed to get that off of my chest.”
Your best friend’s eyes opened, going from one blade of grass to another before fully looking at you again.
Hiding what you felt for him became harder, so you gave up on the effort you put in all these years to not let him know that you absolutely adored the boy and every aspect of him.
“You’re an idiot.” You chuckled shortly in disbelief, and some salty drops fell to your lap as you enjoyed how his hands cupped your cheeks delicately. “You’re an absolute idiot, Park Sunghoon, and I love you too. I love you so much that I don’t even know if I can love you any more than I already do.”
If you were in a masquerade ball, maybe in a movie, that would be the scene where you two take your disguises off, finally recognizing each other amongst the ocean of masked people. You’d beam, seeing how you both were actually bare-faced, and how you could finally admire your true selves without having to hide anything.
But this is real life, and what happened was that Sunghoon got his face impossibly close, bumping his nose affectionately with yours as your distinct breaths turned into one.
“Can I kiss you?” He pleaded with all the despair and devotion in the world, looking at you with glossy irises. “Please, I’ve been waiting for this all my life.”
The answer he got was a kiss. His first, your first. Your lips molded perfectly, moving slightly messily to catch up with each other’s pace. Pure bliss overwhelmed your five senses as you tried to move in sync.
Even though it was your first time kissing someone, you two thought that it went very well, or maybe the act was extremely long-awaited, making you two enjoy it a lot.
Sunghoon’s lips had an abstract taste that can’t be described with real flavors. They tasted like the coldness of a rainy morning, the ecstasy of winning a school championship, the happiness of petting a stray animal, the ravishing appearance of wildflowers, the pureness of a dove.
Your hands rested on his shoulders while he kept holding your cheeks, wiping them with cautiousness.
Pulling away to breathe, you smiled, sharing a much-needed hug.
“Can I be your boyfriend?” Sunghoon quietly asked with his face buried in your hair, putting all his love for you in the embrace.
“You took the lead lots of times today, yeah?” Sniffling, you held him closer. “You can, but only if you let me be your girlfriend.”
He nodded, letting some tears fall, not believing that what he was experiencing was not one of his dreams. “Promise to stay with me ‘till the end?” He smiled shyly, moving his body back, and his pinky appeared in front of your face.
Giggling at the act you repeated your whole lives, you nodded back and linked your fingers, giving his reddish lips a peck. “Promise.”
At that moment, you and Sunghoon were sure that Andromeda and Perseus were looking at you from up in the sky, nostalgic smiles on their faces as they saw their story repeating one more time.
⠀ ⠀ SOOV © 2O23
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cw/themes: you’re both touch starved, reader is an agent assigned with leon on a mission. he’s kind of an authority figure to you? he was one of the first people you were assigned with as a rookie and he’s always given you pointers. you disobeyed an order. he’s not mad just disappointed.
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you and him were having an argument. not a screaming match, but he was frustrated and so were you. you, leon, and a few other agents were assigned on a mission. a virus outbreak in asheville, north carolina. the town was in the latter part of chaos when your squad arrived, most of the people had been evacuated. you guys were the cleanup crew for the remaining infected. you had left your post to save a a stray civilian almost crushed from debris. you were somewhat apologetic, but held your ground.
“i understand you want to save everyone, but if you’d been gone any longer, it would’ve been detrimental to the plan.” he said, arms crossed as he leaned on the edge of the office desk.
“i know, and i’m sorry. but casualties are absolutely unacceptable to me. i know i can’t save everyone, but i can try.” your shoulders were drawn back square, confident.
this was just like you, he thought. even though your impulsiveness to try and save literally any civilian in site caused problems, he respected that. more than that really, he found your steel morals attractive.
leon sighed after a brief silence hung in the air. “i worry about you, is all. i don’t wanna see you getting hurt on accident knowing i could’ve done something to prevent that.”
“leon…” you stared at each other for awhile after his caring words left his lips. god, his lips. you’ve always felt something for him, even if you had more than a few dozen disagreements under your guys’ belts.
you subconsciously moved forward, his arms falling to rest on the desk behind him, almost inviting you closer. you hesitantly placed a gentle hand on his hard, broad chest. you both shivered at the contact. in this line of work, the only physical contact you get is punching and kicking your enemies. to cause harm.
this was different. this touch was to soothe. this was gentle. this was new for both of you. his muscles felt like stone, your hands absorbing the warmth radiating off him. you felt his heart quicken underneath your hand.
he let out a somewhat controlled, shaky exhale. warm breath fanning across your forehead. his much larger hand came to rest on top of yours. palms calloused and rough. his thumb rubbed gentle back and forth motions across your knuckles, before slowly, ever so slowly, lifting your hand up to his plump lips.
his mouth hovered over your hand that was enveloped in his, giving you time to pull away. you didn’t.
leon closed his eyes, pretty long lashes coming into your view as he gently placed a kiss to your hand. you shuddered, you hadn’t received a kiss in so long. let alone such an intimate gesture. ever the gentleman.
he left his lips on your hand after he delivered the kiss, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. something in you snapped at that and you wrapped your arms around his waist, taking a bold step between his legs. you had effectively pinned him against the desk he was leaning on your entire conversation, your nose coming to bury deep within his collarbone to inhale his musky scent. you had gotten a taste of these soft touches, and you wanted more.
he inhaled sharply at your daring movement, his arms instinctively coming to rest on your shoulders. leon bit his lip to push a groan back in his throat when he felt you breathe in deeply. it was like you were trying to become one with him, you were so close.
your hands travelled down to his hips and squeezed as your lips parted to place open mouthed kisses along the column of his throat. he let his head hang back, soaking up the attention and you growled in delight at the newly given access, pushing farther into him and it rocked his body back. he propped a hand on the desk to keep his balance and another cupped the back of your head. his eyebrows furrowed and mouth fell agape with a moan as you nipped at his pulse, you smiled into his neck at that, flicking your tongue over the bite.
he groaned and rolled his head to the side, back to front, and resting the side of his head on yours. leon’s hands began to wander over you, squeezing and massaging over your sides, your hips. a particularly hard squeeze dangerously close to your ass had you pulling away with a strained gasp. this was his chance. he was the one this time to take a step between your legs, quickly gripping the back of your thighs and hoisting you up onto the desk. his desk. the speed of his actions had you almost laid out flat on the glossy surface, you managed to prop yourself up on your elbows. you sighed and looked up at him, but his eyes were on your swollen and spit slicked lips.
he stepped forward so his hips pressed up against the side of the desk and in between the space where your legs parted for him. he hovered over you, his shadow resting over you like a veil. his sizable hands rested near your shoulders, caging you in. not only that, but it was his eyes too. leon’s gaze was on you, yours on him. you two stayed like that, taking each other in. breathing in each others air, your scents. you rested fully on your back, he leaned forward as you did. your considerably smaller hands cupped his surprisingly soft face. thumbs tracing over the cheekbones, his plump lips. it barely took guiding him to your own to finally kiss.
you sighed into it while he hummed, relief washing over both of you as the tension in the air broke. his head immediately tilted slightly to deepen the kiss, the sides of your noses brushing against each other as your lips moved in sync.
hands began to roam. you left one of them to keep cupping his cheek, and the other slide down to feel at his back, his shoulders, anything. you locked a foot around one of his legs to keep him in place, but one of his hands gripped the underside of your knee and pushed it up to rest on his waist. you both groaned as this pushed your hips flush against each other.
it had been open mouthed kisses, until leon had enough and finally began tonguing at your bottom lip. you parted your lips and your tongues met. as this continued, both of your movements progressively became rushed, heated, haphazard. you had to pull away to properly catch your breath when he started feeling up your hips like that.
“holy shit..” your head fell back against the desk, eyes shut and feeling lightheaded from lack of oxygen. he took the chance to kiss his way down to your neck, doing what you had done to him earlier. you rolled your head to the side to give him more access, whining when he began to lick and bite.
“promise me,” he mumbled between a swipe of his tongue and a press of his plump lips against your skin, you shivered as his hot breath fanned over your throat.
“mmwha-?”
“promise me you won’t get yourself into trouble.”
“c’mon, kennedy,” you scoffed, brushing his hair out of his face when he looked up at you with confusion.
“i’m /always/ getting into trouble. you’re the one who gets me out of it. we’re a perfect match, yeah?” you let out a hearty laugh as he shook his head.
“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he rumbled low in his chest as he slowly uprighted himself back into a standing position, to which you made a disappointed sound at. he was the one to scoff this time.
“let’s go, we’ve got reports to make.” he outstretched a hand, you took it with a mumble of disagreement.
“yeah, yeah.” you hopped down to your feet. he was turning to head for the door, but you grabbed his wrist. soon as he turned his head in your direction, you pressed a quick peck on his pale lips.
“wanna finish this later? we could go to my place, watch a movie? if you’d like.” you scratched the back of your neck awkwardly, feet shifting. god, why are you now feeling nervous? he snorted while doing a once over on you, you were so obvious.
“sure thing, rookie.” he proceeded to walk out the door without another thought, gesturing you to follow. you were right with him.
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Only Friends Finale: Ray & Sand vs Boeing
Admittedly it's taken me a few days to unpack the resolution to the Boeing conflict (aka final boss arc), how Ray and Sand went about this, and how they came out of it unscathed as a couple. There’s a fair bit to cover here so hang in there folks - this is a long one.
Sand's Uncertainty: Questioning the Present or Tributing the Past?
I can see why people had grievances about Sand not being more assertive, why he allowed Boeing to kiss him, why he wasn't definitive when Ray accused him of still having feelings for Boeing if he did not.
The scene in which Sand apologises to Ray briefly touches on this but doesn’t really convey the extent of it. By Sand's own admission, it is hugely difficult to be confronted by someone you used to love, especially a first love. Sand had planned his hopes, dreams and future with Boeing very much in the picture. Boeing's sudden return brought that all back and the lack of closure that came with it. Sand’s hesitancy to act is not due to a resurgence of his feelings from back then, but rather the nostalgia and sentimentality attached to this chapter of his life. Boeing very knowingly plays on this too.
During the pool scene, Sand hasn't made this distinction yet, and is generally lacking clarity on what exactly he feels for Boeing. So when Ray suggests they kiss to find out, Sand does question himself. The 'what if' from his past makes him wonder; an open-ended question he never got an answer to. 'What if Boeing came back to me?' But indulging in such a curiosity is never going to be satisfactory because the circumstances are no longer the same. Time has moved on and Sand along with it.
I believe Sand was also keen to pass Ray's test. He later refers to the kiss as Ray 'challenging' him to do it. We've seen him rise to Ray's goading before, only he's never quite as assured in his execution as he thinks he is. The most obvious example being when Ray suggests they have sex first and initiate a friendship second. Sand agrees with a sense of misplaced confidence that Ray will be hung up on him, when he's promptly the one to catch feelings. As much as Sand tries to be objective, he's consistently tripped up by emotion. Boeing's return is no different. His downfall is that he cares too much.
The way Sand behaves when Boeing kisses him is extremely telling. It feels like an attempt at muscle memory, retracing something he can't quite recall anymore. He looks lost, detached, slightly thrown and overpowered in Boeing's presence. This may be residual patterns of behaviour caused by Boeing controlling the end to their relationship. This is in stark contrast to how Sand kisses Ray, which is passionate, needy, mutually engaged and eager.
Sand's inability to push back against Boeing's advances is because his judgement is coloured by their history, their shared past, the feelings he used to have for Boeing. Not by the present. In an ask I received last week, I mention that Sand's apparent leniency is out of politeness, a final act of kindness even. It's his way of saying 'I don't like what you did to me but I'm trying to be civil because I owe it to who we once were to each other.' Sand's attributing that last bit of leniency to the Boeing he used to love, not the Boeing in the here and now.
Sand doesn't like to hold grudges. If someone apologises to him sincerely, he can let it go. When Ray does this back in Episode 1, he immediately forgives him. Since Sand has now moved on, it doesn't serve any purpose to harbour animosity with Boeing or to go out of his way to actively hate him. It's a lot of wasted energy to be resentful and Sand has far better things to do. So when Boeing makes his reappearance, Sand's initial reaction is not anger. Therefore I do believe his sentiment to "let bygones be bygones", which may explain why he was willing to let a few indiscretions slide. What he didn't anticipate is that Boeing would try to manipulate him, and cause a wedge in his newfound happiness with Ray as a result. Having his final act of decency thrown back in his face was rightly the last straw for Sand, and irrefutable confirmation that he doesn't owe Boeing anything. Sand wants to continue looking forward, not back.
Ray's Ultimatum
As much as I praise Ray for being noticeably more level-headed and mature in this episode, he still falls prey to being over-zealous; boxing Sand into an highly uncomfortable and sexually charged battle between himself and Boeing. Ray initially expects Sand to take responsibility, even if Boeing is the instigator. Largely because Ray presumes what Sand is feeling. "You still love him," he claims, though Sand is yet to confirm or deny. And that is the exact genesis for Ray's concern, because he can't fathom why Sand is puzzling over what this means to him and why he can't provide an immediate answer.
The fact that Ray thinks Sand's kiss with Boeing proves he's "second string" is absurdly untrue. Anyone with eyes can see Sand is miles more passionate and responsive with Ray. "Anyone can see he wants you back," Ray echoes (ironically), which is later debunked by Mew. It just goes to show how blindsided you can be when you're in the situation itself. Ray is misinterpreting this as a 'me vs Boeing' issue but it's really not about that at all. Sand isn't trying to compare the two. Neither is he planning to make a choice between them, because that wasn't even on his radar. What Sand is unsure of is how he feels about Boeing, irrespective of Ray. He never managed to reconcile his feelings for Boeing after his betrayal.
I don't think Ray is wrong for demanding that Sand determine this. However, the man probably had emotional whiplash from seeing his ex and boyfriend in the same room together, let alone watching them aggressively make out, all in one night. Sand was hoping to deal with this on his own terms, without Ray complicating the equation. Whilst Ray proceeds to do exactly that, hastily jumping the gun in order to provoke the answers out of Sand by force.
Essentially they wanted the same result but didn't discuss it. So it’s no surprise when their separate approaches don't sit right with one another. Sand appears far too permissive and ambiguous by Ray's standards, and Ray appears far too irrational and defiant by Sand's. This is partly due to Ray feeling compelled to intervene as Sand was struggling to be decisive, but Ray is also hugely impatient by nature.
Once Mew tells Ray that Boeing is intentionally trying to rock the boat, Ray recognises this is no longer Sand's burden to resolve alone. His concerns rested on the belief that Boeing genuinely wanted Sand back, and attempts to display guilt or regret may have tugged on Sand's heartstrings, causing him to waver. But since there's no truth to this, there's no basis for Sand giving him another chance. Sand's past with Boeing is very much 'dead and buried', with Boeing being the one who put the nails in the coffin.
Mutual Respect or Ownership?
By the time Ray and Sand have their final confrontation with Boeing, they are both on level footing. They have aligned their intentions. When Ray says "he's my boyfriend", what he's saying is 'his problems are my problems'. Similarly when Boeing quips "that's up to him", Ray retorts with "that's up to me too". This is what they've learnt from their earlier run-in with Boeing. As a couple, they will stand as a united front going forward.
Ray defending Sand on his behalf does not belittle him in any way. Sand allows him to do it. You see the air of pride he has in watching Ray fight for him. Besides, Ray is merely saying what Sand is already thinking, he's just allowing him the satisfaction of hitting back at Boeing for trying to demean his position at Sand's new boyfriend. What little leniency Sand may have reserved for Boeing is now gone because he actively tried to exploit Sand's good will and patience.
This is further supported when Sand states himself as being owned by Ray (only because Boeing started the analogy of referring to him as a dog). Sand is purely making a point about his loyalty. His loyalty will be steadfast based on the sincerity of the recipient. Ray has proven himself worthy of Sand's loyalty, and that's why he's happy to let Ray take control or be more dominant at times. You can only do this with someone you truly trust.
Though declarations of ownership such as 'you're mine', 'you belong to me' can sound like there is an inherent power play, but actually the language of 'owning' someone is a more possessive way of saying 'I take responsibility for this person and their wellbeing'. If I own them and they belong to me, I will be responsible for their everything.
As Sand has generally taken the care-taker role in their relationship, Ray's way of returning this sentiment is often through this love language, "I'll handle it." "They're gonna have to deal with me." The least Ray feels he can do is to defend his boyfriend's best interests and honour if the situation ever calls for it. Sand no longer has to deal with things on his own.
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Chapter 1: Cherry Contact
A/N: If this flops, I’m going to cry😢 In loving memory of @newsourceofnonsense, she's not dead; I just like the memory of her.
Contains: smut, oral, fingering , exhibitionism, plot
TW: tell me if you find any
Chris and Y/N are two walking commitment issues that enter into a mutually assured attachment.
Everyone thinks Y/N is a book hoarder, but she considers herself more of a book collector. She has over 700 books that take up damn near her whole apartment. The collection consists primarily of special and first-edition books. It’s probably worth around $50,000, but she doesn’t care because she plans on keeping them forever. To fund her obsession, she works as a waitress at a restaurant that just opened up called “The Copper Kitchen.” her best friend, Dorset, is a freckle-faced white girl with short brown hair, green eyes, and circle glasses. She also happens to be a bartender at “The Copper Kitchen.” Currently, Y/N is outside of her apartment waiting for Dorset so they can carpool to work. When Dorset pulls up in her shitty car, Y/N is ecstatic because she has big news to share.
“Dot, I’ve done it!” she says as she hops into the passenger seat.
“Wh- what have you done?” She’s very concerned that Y/N has done something crazy. It wouldn’t be the first time. The last time something like this happened, she told Dorset that she got her ex’s name tattooed on her left ass cheek.
“I’ve decided to have sex with men again!”
Dorset is relieved. “OMG! Yes! We can finally fight over men again!” They laugh as she merges back onto the road to begin the short trip to work.
“Yep, I’m meeting a guy at the restaurant after my shift,” Y/N says proudly. She's been off men since her break up three years ago, and this new guy is the first not to give her the ick within the first week of talking. She knows meeting up doesn’t automatically mean sex, but she hasn’t had dick in 3 years and feels that she owes it to herself to fuck this man. It’s not like she’s interested in anything else from him. Romance is strictly off the table for her. She prefers to stick to smutty romance books and shitty Tumblr fanfics of perfectly romanticized versions of men.
“Oh, I can’t wait to hear all about your little hookup.” They part as they head to their respective jobs at the restaurant—time to deal with shitty customers who tip like assholes.
Twenty minutes before the end of her shift, the most obnoxious kids walk in. They’re not actually kids; they're about 20, but Y/N considers anyone under 22 a kid, and these guys seem incredibly immature.
“Hey guys!” Says Nick, holding up the camera. “Welcome to today’s Friday vlog where we will be…”
Matt takes the camera, “trying the food at…”
Chris gets into the shot and yells, “The Copper Kitchen!”
Nick hits Chris in the head “Don’t yell in my fucking ear!”
“Don’t hit me, Dickface!” Chris hits him back while Matt holds the camera and laughs to the side.
The Y/N comes up and loudly asks, “Is this your whole party?” She gives them a disapproving look.
Matt is the first to speak, “Yes, ma’am, it’s just the three of us today.”
“Sorry, ma’am,” said Nick and Chris in unison. Chris is noticeably more embarrassed than Nick is. He’s absolutely mortified to be seen acting like a child in front of such a beautiful woman.
“Thank you. Let me show you to your table.” She picks up three menus before walking them to their seats. Only when they’re all sitting and looking up at her does she realize that the three boys are triplets. “Can I start you off with something to drink?”
She points to Matt. “Root beer, thanks.”
She points to Nick. “Water, if you don’t mind.”
She points to Chris. “What’s the best virgin mixed drink you guys have?”
“I’m not sure, but you can never go wrong with a Shirley Temple. Do you want me to go ask the bartender?” She would love to tell Dorset about the sexy triplets that just stumbled in.
“Nope, we’re all good. I’ll take a Shirley Temple and a Pepsi.”
“Great. I’ll be back in a few with your drinks.”
Y/N practically runs to Dorset. Chris can’t help but watch her ass as she walks to the bar to order his drink. When she returns a few minutes later, she hands Chris his drinks last.
“Thank you for the Pepsi, but this…” he lifts the mixed drink and hands it to her. “is for you, miss…” he pauses to look at her name tag. “Y/N. It’s an apology for making a scene in your restaurant.” Nick and Matt are in shock over how forward he’s being. Chris has never really flirted in front of them before. It’s kind of weird, but they can see why he has so many girls in and out of his room.
“Well, thank you…”
“Chris.” he interrupts. “Please, call me Chris.” he gives Y/N a charming smile.
“Thank you very much, Chris. However, my shift is over, and Michelle will serve you for the rest of the night.”
“I’m sorry to see you go, miss Y/N, but I hope you have a good day.”
“Will do, Chris,” says Y/N before she walks away to sit across the room at the bar. She talks to Dorset about her date tonight while she waits for him. His name is Theo. He’s blonde with deep brown eyes, and from what Y/N can tell from sexting, he’s so fucking good at dirty talk. Unfortunately, he is 30 minutes late to meet her.
Chris has been relatively quiet for today’s video. He’s been distracted watching Y/N enjoy his drink and seeing her smile and laugh with her friend. She looks somewhat distressed now, and Chris can't help but think he’s found his opening. He makes the boys wrap up the video and leaves to get Y/N’s number.
He turns on his charm and sits on the stool next to her. “What’s got you so worried, miss Y/N.”
“Pretty sure I’m being stood up. I’m also pretty sure people under 21 can’t sit at the bar.”
“Who says I’m not 21? Maybe I’m here to buy you another drink.”
Y/N cocks her eyebrow as she calls her friend over. “Order me something then.”
Chris tries to think his way out of this. “Listen, you guys are friends, right? She’s just been stood up, and a handsome young man would like to buy your friend a drink. I’m sure if you just forget to card me this one time and let me buy her a Shirley Temple with vodka and extra cherries, it would make her night ten times better.”
“My hands are tied, Y/N. You’re my weakness.” she looks to Chris. “Dirty Shirley coming right up.”
“You’re fuckin’ smooth, aren’t you?” asks Y/N.
Much more confident than he was moments before Chris responds, “Yes, ma’am, I am. Now tell me all about the bad man who hurt you.”
“I’m not really hurt,” she replies, but Chris can tell she’s hiding something.
“No?” he questions.
Dorset comes with her drink, and Y/N takes a nervous sip. “Can I be honest with you?”
“Of course you can, Miss Y/N.”
“I’m not hurt. I was just really horny, and I got my nails done for this date, and not I can’t even touch myself at home because my nails are so sharp,” she says, completely embarrassed. She doesn’t make eye contact with him and focuses intensely on eating her maraschino cherries.
“I don’t mean to be too forward, but…” he leans in, whispering in Y/N’s ear, “ I think I can help you with that.” She doesn’t miss a beat. She takes his hand and drags him to the large family bathroom. Dorset claps and cheers them on openly as they make their way. Y/N makes a mental note to get her back somehow later.
She palms him through his pants, and Chris grabs her face, pulling her into a rough, hurried kiss. “Oh, fuck. You taste like cherries.” he hikes up her uniform skirt and rubs her over her panties.
“You have yourself to thank for that.”
He spins her around so he can watch her face in the mirror as he touches her. “You’re also soaked. Do I have myself to thank for that, too?” before she can say anything, Chris’s finger is spreading her lips apart and playing at her entrance.
She closes her legs in response. “Nope, not so fast. You gotta eat it first.”
Chris sinks to his knees. “Yes, ma’am.” he wastes no time. He spreads her thighs apart, slides her panties to her knees, and starts lapping at her clit from behind. He’s got to be quick because his brothers are waiting for him.
She bends over the sink, propping herself up on her forearms. “Oh, fuck!” she groans.
“Hush, Cherry. Don’t want to get fired for fucking on the job, do we?.” The vibrations from his laugh makes Y/N’s pussy shiver causing her to wiggle a little. Chris loves watching her ass jiggle. “Has anyone ever eaten your ass?” he parts her cheeks and gives her a playful spank. “You have such a cute little asshole. Do you mind if I try?”
“Yeah, you can try,” she says sheepishly, hiding her face from the mirror.
“Don’t worry, I won’t forget to give your clit some attention.”
“Oh, yes! Just like that!” Y/N cries out louder than she means to as his tongue explores her ass. He rubs her clit with the pad of his finger, and she lets out a breathy moan. Chris is hard as a fucking rock, and she’s making such pretty sounds. It’s torture not to touch himself, but he came here to help her out and needs to focus on making her cum.
“Yeah. Tell me how you like it.”
“Fingers, please,” she begs.
“Tell me how many you need, Cherry?”
“Two. Just two, please.” Y/N takes his fingers inside of her with ease. He searches for a moment to find that special spot of hers. “Right there!”
Chris is so happy with how open she’s been to him. The girls he’s been with recently have been so meek. She’s such a good girl telling him just where she needs him. He works his fingers into her faster, making sure to hit her G spot every time. Y/N starts pushing herself back on his fingers. Chris feels her pussy begin to tighten like a vice around him. “You’re such a good fucking girl. Cum for me, Cherry. Cum on my fingers.” her legs giveaway as her climax burns through her, and Chris has to hold her up as he tries to work her through it.
When her orgasm subsides and her vision comes back, Chris is on the floor holding her. She rests her head on his chest and says, “Thank you. That was fucking amazing.”
“Anytime, Cherry. I don’t expect any reciprocation today, but I feel I am owed your phone number.” He hands her his phone, and the new contact is already open.
“Of course, here’s my number, Chris.” she hands the phone back to him, gets back onto her feet, and pulls her panties up. She leaves without saying goodbye. Chris looks down at his phone and smiles at her contact name. “Y/N🍒 (Sexy Waitress)”
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Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4.9k
Tags/Content Warnings: SKK x F!Reader, Dom!Dazai, Sub!Chuuya, Sub!Reader, Voyeurism, Brief Alcohol Consumption, Brief Smoking, gun play, knife play, edging/teasing, Oral (F & M Receiving), Overstim, Gagging, Begging, Shotgunning (Smoke, Fluid)
Okay... Here we go... First original post. I'm considering additional parts exploring this strange little... dynamic these silly little men have with you.
Mind the tags, and away we go!
The two of you fell tangled through the door, your collar bunched in Chuuya’s fists. He kicked the door with his heel, and the resounding slam shook you loose of his lips with a breathless chuckle.
“Shhhhh! Chuuya! Someone’ll catch us!” You scolded in a stage whisper.
He leaned over you, hands roaming freely over your breasts, your ribs, your waist, your hips, all the way down to give your ass a hard squeeze, pulling you against him, his already hard cock straining against your thigh.
“Like I give a damn.” He says against your smiling lips, quickly arrested in a kiss.
You ran your hands over his shoulders as he shrugged out of his coat, and the two of you waltzed backward into the room in a clumsy tango. When you collided against the far wall, you managed to pry your body apart from his enough to get your fingers around his belt. The buckle yielded with an affirmative clink, his zipper following suit soon after. Your own remained untouched at the side seam of your skirt, Chuuya instead opting to hike the crisp black fabric up wholesale to get his access to your aching pussy.
You slung your leg over his hip and traced unintelligible patterns into the neatly starched fabric of his rapidly disheveling waistcoat. He palmed your breast, and your head thumped against the wall while he ground into you, teeth and tongue working your neck.
“Well, well, well…”
Your heart seized in your chest, Chuuya’s eyes went wide as he whirled around, fixing his fly but otherwise leaving his belt undone, “Dazai!”
Indeed, in the shadow of the doorway loomed Dazai, moonlight glinting copper in his eyes, a light smile curling his lips. You pulled your skirt down to cover yourself.
“Fraternizing between colleagues? And an executive, no less…” He tutted, “You darling, I can understand, but Chuuya… You should know better.” He brought his hand to his face, like his voice, dripping with drama.
You shrank into yourself as Dazai crossed the room. Chuuya, on the other hand, only scowled, untucked his cigarette case from his breast pocket, and took one between his lips. Dazai’s face darkened, and before Chuuya could even put away his lighter, Dazai had snatched the cigarette from his lips.
“Hey!”
“It’s rude to smoke in front of a lady.” He scolded. Only, he didn’t put it out or discard it. Instead, he took it between his own lips. The ember glowed cherry in the dark as he took a long drag and held it, snuffing the rest in an ashtray on the dresser. Dazai hooked a finger beneath Chuuya’s choker, his other hand taking his jaw. If you hadn’t known better, you would have believed Chuuya’s eyes softened, even glazed just a bit, as Dazai pulled his face to meet his; lips just shy of touching, before exhaling a rolling cloud of smoke onto his waiting tongue. Dazai’s hooked finger tugged firmly down, down, down until Chuuya sank to his knees, Dazai towering over him.
You twisted your legs together. You had never seen this side to Chuuya before. He looked completely lost to the world, but Dazai never let an eye off you.
“Like what you see, Darling?” he smirked.
Your face flushed, and you averted your eyes in a vain attempt to save face.
“Don’t be ashamed, sweetness, I’ve learned you can get Chuuya to do all kinds of amazing things.”
“Fuck you, Dazai…” Chuuya panted.
“Ohh..” Dazai whined in mock pity, and took Chuuya’s face in his hand again, “We’re getting to that. Now-”
He released all hold on Chuuya, and turned his attention to you, sweeping up your hand in his “Sweet Belladonna…” a kiss that was anything but chaste pressed to each knuckle, “Would you like me to show you his true potential?”
You were flabbergasted, quite honestly too stunned to speak. Here was Dazai, Osamu Dazai, who somehow waltzed into this room and the entire world bent around him, even, most astonishingly, Chuuya.
He huffed a small laugh at your silence, and took the initiative once again, pulling you against his chest.
“First of all, let’s put this back where it was…” His fingertips skimmed along the hem of your skirt, goosebumps raced along your thighs as he pulled the fabric up over your hips and ass. In his wanderings, his hands glanced along the delicate lace of your panties. Feigned shock lighted his face.
“Very nice…” He teased, flicking his thumb beneath the elastic. You squealed at the snap against your skin, but still you didn’t push him away. He squared his hands on your hips and turned you around to face Chuuya, who’s blue eyes shone silver to Dazai’s copper, flashing dangerously as he took in your body, and Dazai’s hands upon it.
“Then…” Dazai continued, pulling you backwards until his knees collided with the mattress. He pulled you both down so you were seated between his legs, back pressed against him. Before you knew it, his mouth was at the shell of your ear, chasing chills down your spine.
“Now here is where it gets very interesting…”
Chuuya’s eyes tracked Dazai’s bandaged hands from your hips, down your thighs, to the bend in your knees. He hooked his fingers featherlight beneath them, and pulled them apart, exposing your thinly clad cunt to the cool night air. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him, eyes glazed but trained so intently on the apex of your thighs, not daring to come closer, despite so desperately wanting to.
A cool touch picked up your right hand, laying it palm up in his;
“And this is where you say-” He curled his fingers, and yours with them, “‘Come, Chuuya…’”
Chuuya, coming vaguely to his senses, sucked his teeth and moved to rise.
“Ah, ah, ah…” You gasped as Dazai hummed the warning against your ear and released your hand only to point downwards.
He cut a withering glare at Dazai, but in time, Chuuya sank back to his knees and crawled across the floor to his place between your feet, gazing expectantly up at you.
“Now you say, ‘very good, Chuuya’...”
Much to your surprise, Chuuya, Chuuya Nakahara pouted.
“I don’t want to hear that from you…” He muttered.
Dazai only chuckled before he turned back to you, “And now what do you suppose you say, hmmm?”
Your heart raced in your chest, the wind thoroughly knocked out of you when you spoke, “Please?”
If he only chuckled before, his shoulders now shook with laughter, “No, no, Bella…” He brushed his knuckles softly against your cheek, “You are the boss, now. You ask for nothing.” He whispered, casting a sidelong glance at a scowling Chuuya; “Say ‘thank you’, Chuuya.”
Dazai’s hands hooked your legs again, and pulled them further apart. Chuuya was able to quickly shake off his glare as he shuffled forward and pressed his face to the lacey apex of your thighs. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply, loosing a shuddering breath before he raised his hands and paused.
He appeared to gnaw his cheek for a moment, a light flush dusting his cheeks. Dazai said nothing.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, worried you had erred somehow.
“I want-” he started, only to reconsider his words, “May I… take off my gloves?” He finished, eyes sidecast and fixed firmly to the floor.
You looked at Dazai for assistance, only for him to shrug and nod back to Chuuya.
“You… may…”
He slowly, deliberately rolled each glove off, one after the other before he returned to his task. He skated his newly bare fingers over your ankles, your calves, over your knees and around your thighs before lighting so gingerly on the soaked through fabric covering your cunt. His thumbs kneaded the flesh, glancing agonizingly close to your clit, and drawing some oh so necessary friction over it.
At length, he hooked a thumb over the lace barrier, and pulled it to the side. Cold air lapped at you, as Chuuya drew a long exhale over your center. His eyes flicked up to you again to see you worrying over your lip, and that damn Dazai looking so fucking smug, before he let his tongue peek out over his lips, closing them over your clit.
You gasped, your back arched away from Dazai but he held you firm against him while Chuuya lapped at your clit, drew circuits and figure eights around your lips, your entrance and back. The sweet sounds of your sticky pussy and gasping breath echoed into the night. It wasn’t long until your head rolled back to rest on Dazai’s shoulder, which he allowed himself to take some advantage of by sparing playful nibbles on your neck while he skirted his way up to cup your breasts, his cock granite hard and twitching against your back while Chuuya eddied you torturously closer to orgasm.
“Hmmm, you two are lucky I caught up to you when I did…” He mused idly, his hand relinquishing your breast to reach between you two to adjust himself.
“After all, if anyone else had found two people sneaking around a secure area like this, they might get a little nervous…” You dismissed his rambling, too lost in bucking your hips to grind on Chuuya’s tongue.
“And you know, some folks here, they can get a little…” You stilled as the cool edge of metal pressed to your temple, “trigger happy.”
Chuuya’s eyes flashed wide, “What the fuck, Dazai!”
“Oh hush, Chuuya.” Dazai chastised, free fingers flying out to entwine in autumn tresses, yanking his face back to your twitching cunt. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full. Besides… I think she likes it, don’t you, belladonna? Oh come on, say you do?” He pleaded.
Your attention fractured, split between Chuuya’s tentative licks at your most sensitive spots, eyes still trained on the gun to your head, and, well, then there was that…
“Ah, I see…” He hummed, removing the offending article, but before you could relax completely, you heard the hammer click back and saw the barrel extend out in front of you.
“Say you like it, or I’ll make him stop.” He said icily against your ear.
All at once, you were a whirlwind of feeling, your gut dropped, your heart thrummed, but still your cunt tightened as Chuuya continued haphazardly servicing your slit.
“O-okay!” You yelp, “I do! I like it, Dazai!”
Just then, without knowing what combination of the circumstances in which you found yourself led to this, your entire body seized up around Chuuya’s tongue. Your legs clamped over his ears and drew him impossibly closer to you until he could do little more than suck your keening clit until your muscles shook and ached with effort.
This seemed satisfactory to Dazai, because quickly thereafter the pistol disappeared from your field of view.
“Wow…” He purred, you could feel his smile curl against your skin as you gasped for breath, “I was only foolin’, but I think you really did like it… Ha! And they call me sick…” His arms wound around your shoulders and your waist while he nuzzled your neck.
Chuuya rested his hands on your thighs and scowled up at Dazai, “You knew, didn’t you?”
Dazai had the nerve to look hurt at the accusation, “And lucky I did, too!” He said, lithely dismounting from the bed to meander to the dresser behind Chuuya, “You two are hopeless when it comes to discretion.” Dazai busied himself with the decanter which glistered crystalline in the moonlight.
“You should really be thanking me…”
Chuuya whirled at that, “Thanking you?! For what?”
Dazai chuckled darkly, “Oh, you will…” His voice was low with an edge to it that seemed to hush even Chuuya into a cautious, but expectant silence.
Dazai’s heels click… click… clicked against the floor, decanter in hand. He stopped in front of Chuuya whose lips were still slick with you, and uncorked the decanter with a squeaking pop. A crooked finger beneath Chuuya’s chin raised his gaze up to Dazai.
“For you…” The one and only warning Chuuya received before the dark liquor came waterfalling out of the crystalware, dribbling into Chuuya’s mouth gracelessly. He spluttered and coughed at the burning liquid invading his throat, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away what had escaped out the sides of his mouth and down his chin.
No sooner than he could breathe again, Chuuya found his chin once again hooked over Dazai’s knuckle. Another cutting glare until he spoke again;
“For her…” He canted the bottle in your direction, this time pressing his thumb to Chuuya’s bottom lip as an instruction to open.
The amber liquid flowed into Chuuya’s mouth again, this time with more decorum. Just shy of exceeding the amount that Chuuya could hold in his mouth, Dazai halted the flow and capped the decanter, gesturing once again toward you, before turning away to replace the bottle on the table.
You watched Chuuya, knowing better than he had before, crawl his way up your body. He used one arm to hike your leg over his hip, and his free hand to press you reverently into the mattress. Once there, he caged you in on either side, with his thumb he swiped away an errant curl from your face, before stooping low as though for a kiss.
When you opened your lips to grant him passage, warm, golden liquid spilled from his mouth to yours. It scalded the back of your throat as you drank it down, gulp by gulp, until your lips parted, a shining thread still connecting the two of you.
“Chuuya…” you cooed, pitching your hips up to even just graze his weeping erection. He hissed, and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“The fuck are you doing to me, doll…”
In the distance, you heard a cheerful hum, something to the tune of ‘Memory’.
Chuuya heaved a long-suffering sigh, then busied himself with gnawing at your neck. You reached between you, once again flicking open the button of his pants, slowly undoing his fly, and reaching in to palm his wrought iron cock, to the response of a breathy groan against your neck as he ground into the touch.
“Please, Chuuya… Need you so bad…” Damn what Dazai says, you thought, you two know yourselves better than he does, right?
Chuuya wasted no time shuffling his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. He laid it against your still dripping cunt, hot like a brand. One thing that was different with Dazai here, Chuuya never loved you this slowly before. He thrust against you, relishing the friction once, twice, and on the third stroke he sank himself into your waiting heat. Your pussy sucked him greedily in, which knocked the wind right from his lungs.
He pushed himself off the mattress to look at you, arms and shoulders trembling with effort as he took you in. He pressed into you again, and again, and again. Eventually, he captured your lips in a hungry kiss, tongue skimming the roof of your mouth, melding with yours, before sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. In one movement, he snatched up your wrists in either hand, pinning them to the mattress as he bullied into your cunt over and over.
His grip tightened around your wrists, vicelike, bruising.
“Ch-Chuuya!” you stammered around his thrusting cock, “You’re h-hurting me!”
“Don’t. Stop.” Dazai commanded, unseen.
And like he had no other choice, Chuuya slammed into you like a crashing tide, pinning you to the bed as he loomed over you, sweat slicked, panting and animal.
Soon, like you had no other choice, your legs snapped around him, your breath came ragged and whining as he ground you down into his shape, made to receive only him.
“M’gonna…” He gritted through his teeth.
“Yeah” You agreed, the feeling of your own release ricocheting off him.
His face once again sunk down to your shoulder, and a loud groan fell from his lips as he peaked shortly after you. Your breaths mingled, and at length the two of you relaxed into each other.
Before you could fully recover, the sound of a slow applause resounded about the room.
“Very nice…” Dazai crooned.
Much to your chagrin, Chuuya rolled off of you to look Dazai in the face, but Dazai wasn’t looking at Chuuya. He was looking at you.
“You put on a good show, Bella… Come, sit in my lap.” He said, patting his thigh softly as he reclined in the ornate chair he had pulled from beneath the window.
You sat up, skirt pushed well over your waist, and moved to stand. Chuuya’s hand captured your wrist,
“You don’t have to do what he says…” He tells you.
“Why don’t you let her decide that, Chuu-ya?” Dazai sing-songed from his seat.
“It’s okay, Chuuya…” You whispered, smiling blearily before turning to meet Dazai.
You’d only gotten within arms reach before he snatched up your arm and spun you around, “Yeah, it’s okay, isn’t it Chuuya?” He called, mocking, before raising you wrist to inspect it.
“I swear to god, if you hurt her, Dazai…”
“What, like I’d hurt you, Chuuya?” He smirked against the blossoming bruise on your skin, “I think you’ve got that well in hand, don’t you.”
Chuuya blushed, actually blushed as Dazai pressed light kisses against your skin.
“I think it’s high time these came off…” He continued, unzipping your skirt, and pulling it with your panties unceremoniously to the floor. Left exposed, you tried to pinch your legs together just out of sheer embarrassment, as though you hadn’t just been licked and fucked within an inch of your life while a most unexpected guest watched. Behind you, Dazai tutted again.
“No no, sweetness, that won’t do… Can’t hide how beautiful you are, now can we?” He chided, before he shoved his leg between yours, both forcing them apart and throwing you off balance until you straddled his thigh.
Dazai pushed up on the ball of his foot to grind his knee into your clit. You tossed your head back with a gasp as he wound his arms about your middle like a python, pulling you hard against him, so he could nuzzle the hollow of your ear.
“Hasty, isn’t he?” he purred. You only whined as you tried to cant your hips into his thigh to feel just an ounce of friction again.
“Some people just don’t know…” long fingers trailed over each of your buttons until your now rumpled dress shirt fell open, “how good slow can be…”
He deftly undid the clasp of your bra and slid both articles off your shoulders, The night air raised goosebumps over your whole body. Even colder hands skated up your tummy to pluck at your purled nipples while Chuuya watched, your gasps and whining moans rousing his cock each passing second.
“Oh how I’d tease him to tears…” He recalled. “I could do that for you, if you’d like…”
One set of fingers trailed down, down, down just where you’d need them to be. They pet at your clit, swirling featherlight over it. The nerves there sang, pitch driving higher and higher until just as you’re about to reach the zenith.
Smack.
You yelped as a cold hand landed a sharp slap over your cunt. Again, he toyed with you, playing with your nipples, nibbling your neck and ears, thumbing over your clit until you’re just about to cum, and…
Smack.
The aftershock of your denied release rolled through you, your muscles tensed and ached and rebelled, choking a strained groan from your throat.
“Oh, what’s the matter, Belladonna?” He cooed, his iron grip around your middle barring you from the delicious friction of his thigh, your impatient grunts and whining availing nothing to you.
“Such a greedy little thing…” He continued, “Already two orgasms from Chuuya, and you want another from me?” He chuckled as you whined and struggled against him, meanwhile Chuuya sank off the bed onto the floor to watch you, pale fingers raking desperately through velvet tresses in a feeble effort to contain himself.
“Oh darling, you’ll have to work for that.” He kissed the hollow behind your ear, “Go on, pretty, give him a show…” He said, both hands dropping to your hips, canting them forward until your clit rubbed sweetly against his trousers. You shuddered and groaned, and he pitched your hips back to start again.
After a few strokes, you found your own rhythm grinding against his thigh. You unclasped your hands in favor of supporting yourself on Dazai’s knee, heavily lidded eyes lighting on Chuuya, cunt twitching at the far-off look he had watching you work yourself up.
“Isn’t she pretty, Chuuya?” you heard.
“Mm…” He murmured in dazed reply.
You couldn’t see the way Dazai rolled his eyes behind you, before tucking into his jacket and pulling out a thin blade of shining metal. Some of the light came back into Chuuya’s eyes.
“I said…” Long fingers knotted through the hair at the nape of your neck, and forced you to look skyward, “Isn’t she pretty?”
You yelped again, and where you had previously been aching, burning, like your skin was too tight to contain your body, cold metal prickled your skin.
“You should really be more careful where you keep these, Chuuya… I know you like to keep them…” You hissed as the cutting edge of the blade bit into the delicate skin of your neck. “...sharp.”
“Dazai, you fucker, I’ll-!” Chuuya did his best to scramble to his feet, only to be met with a booted heel to his shoulder.
“You’ll what?” Dazai said darkly, more of a challenge than a question. WIth barely more than a glance, he directed Chuuya’s attention to where you met his thigh. You were soaked, pussy positively drooling over Dazai’s thigh if the rapidly spreading dark spot was anything to go by.
Dazai’s lips quirked up as he, in time, removed the knife, pressing the tip against his tongue before taking the whole blade end into his mouth, pulling it out clean.
“You found a real freak, Chuuya…” He licked a long stripe along your neck to clear the dribbling blood from your cut, “Maybe I’ll keep her…” He grinned, winding his arms tightly around you again.
Chuuya opened his mouth to reply, but was soon interrupted.
“D-Dazai…” You whined.
“Hmmm?”
“Wanna… cum…” You panted in his ear. Your body ached with need, your legs trembled you could have climaxed just from the rolling chuckle he lilted into your ear.
“Of course you do, sweet thing.” He said with a kiss against your jaw, free hand tucking some hair behind your ear.
Your eyes flew open when those fingers twisted in your hair again, forcing you down to your knees as he stood without warning.
“However, I hardly think that’s fair, considering poor Chuuya has worked so hard to make you feel good, and you’ve done next to nothing!”
You winced away from his grip against your scalp, but he held firm as he crouched to speak in your ear again,
“Perhaps if you try returning the favor, maybe I’ll consider it.” He spat venomously, letting go of your hair, and disappearing from your sight.
Despite the scathing words, your mind swam on a numbing sea, leaving you with no thoughts outside of the humming in your blood and the ache between your legs.
Your skin sparked at the sensation of a ridged leather sole between your shoulder blades, forcing you forward into a near kowtow between Chuuya’s knees.
“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear.” He hissed. “Suck.”
You sighed as though in relief, like you were granted a great boon, and leapt forward to take his flushed cock in hand.
Your eyes swam up to meet his, just as bewildered and mystified as your own as he watched your tongue loll from your mouth, and lick a white hot stripe up the underside of his cock. His surprised moan tumbled from his lips as he carded his fingers through your hair, gentle and delicate compared to Dazai’s biting grip.
Chills raced up and down your back as he swept up your cascading curls into his fist while you took him from tip to base into your throat. Eyes fixed on his face, so pretty in the white gold light filtering through the window, you swallowed around his dick. He hissed sharply and another groan choked forth from his throat.
“Oh, you can do better than that.” Dazai chided, the last thing you heard before a second hand forced you further down his cock. Chuuya threw his head back with a strangled gasp as you gagged around him, tears rolling down your cheeks. You planted your hands to either side of Chuuya’s hips, thumbs fisted in your palms while you struggled to take him all.
“Dazai…” Chuuya breathed, “please…”
Dazai only hummed in reply, twirling his russet hair between his fingers as Chuuya yielded himself to the sensation of you, kicking his feet and bucking into your throat until white ribbons painted the inside of your mouth.
“Don’t waste it, Bella…”
And you didn’t, wouldn’t dare, swallowing every drop of what Chuuya had to give until Dazai let you off his cock, spluttering, coughing and gasping through your spit slick lips. When you started to catch your breath, a cold hand cupped your chin and pulled you to look into deep dark eyes.
“You’ve done very well, sweetness.” A wan smile painted your lips at his praise, “I think she’s earned her reward, don’t you, Chuuya?” Chuuya said nothing while Dazai trailed a hand between your legs to pinch your clit, eliciting another wanton moan from your lips, which devolved into one of protest when Dazai removed his hand. You weren’t sure how much more teasing you could take.
Dazai , however, quickly dismissed your concerns, “Go on, take your prize then.” He said, glancing once down to Chuuya. Your gaze flitted from him, back to Dazai, and then hungrily back to Chuuya again as you clambered up his body and positioned yourself over his hips.
“Wait…” He slurred, propping himself up onto one elbow, “Hold on a sec- ah!” Chuuya keened as you slotted him at your dripping slit, and rode slowly over him, feeling him growing hard beneath you, spreading delicious warmth over your needy clit.
“Baby…” he pleaded, “I can’t…”
“He can.” Dazai assured.
You threw your arms around Chuuya’s neck, your breasts pressed to his chest. You couldn’t help but marvel at him, flushed, panting, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, yet another one of his facets that Dazai’s chosen to reveal to you tonight. When his hazy eyes landed on yours, polished with tears, alcohol, the moment, you found your mouth landing on his, swallowing his moans, sucking on his tongue as you ground in circles on his cock.
His hands flew to your hips, slender fingers gripping the fat of your ass, pulling you on top of him. He tried to hold you still, but the more you wound around him, the less control he had over his hips pistoning in and out of you, a chorus unbridled moans tumbling from his kiss-bitten lips.
In the end, you collided in ribbons of color, your body overwound and his undone, and you both came with trembling gasps as you held tightly to one another, a sheen of sweat setting your skin aglow.
“Perfect.” Dazai whispered.
From where he was standing, you couldn’t tell if he was looking at you or at Chuuya. Maybe both, maybe it didn’t matter. When you heard the echo of Dazai’s footsteps, you shook yourself out of your suspension.
“W-wait!” You called hoarsly. He stopped. Chuuya’s arms wound around your waist to hold you to him, but still you reached for Dazai;
“What about you?”
He tossed a look over his shoulder, an exasperated smile playing on his lips before he turned back on his heel and crouched in front of you.
“And what about me, Belladonna? Hmm?” A long finger idled with a strand of your hair, caressed your cheek.
“You- I mean… You didn’t…” Why were you suddenly so embarrassed? Like he didn’t just watch you and Chuuya come apart in his hands, taken apart like instruments, only he wasn’t the player here, he was the conductor, directing the tempo, crescendos and arpeggios into a beautiful symphony. A perfect masterpiece.
Dazai smiled wistfully at you, a touch of sincerity opening up on his face, in his eyes. He took your chin between his fingers, and pressed a lingering, chaste kiss to your lips.
“Something to look forward to.” He smirked, and took his hand over to Chuuya to tuck a stray lock behind his ear, before returning to his exit, sans encore.
“Dazai…” Chuuya grumbled, but before he could get another word out, Dazai spoke, a finger to his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye;
“Don’t worry, Chuuya… Your secret is safe with me.”
And with a wink, he was gone, the echo of his statement sounding more like a threat than a promise.
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Here's a sketch I don't have time to finish before work! This one is for the Flower Dance scene - promise it'll look better later lol
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All the pretty girls (Pyotr Kochetkov)
Where Pyotr never cared when girls preferred Andrei until it was you.
Note: I thought it would be easier to do and understand if I did it like this, so this means they are speaking Russian.
Our Samuel here is Andrei. Andrei is handsome, charming, talented,... In this fic, from Pyotr's view, all the girls like Andrei. He doesn't care. Andrei is his best friend and he is happy for him. Until it comes to you, a mutual friend. Inspired in All the pretty girls by Kaleo.
Pyotr was sitting in the stool, in a VIPvfar from the dance floor. He had been sitting in that exact point for two hours. He wasn't tired nor drunk. He had stopped drinking a while ago. He didn't feel like it.
His bad mood had started a few days ago. At first he played it cool, he simply tried to think he was overreacting and he shouldn't be that angry. But tthen things got more serious and he became truly bothered.
When Pyotr arrived to the states, his English was more than worse. He wouldn't even say he had an English. Andrei had been his saviour in multiple times, so many that there weren't more fingers to count with. They bonded pretty quickly and soon they were great friends. Pyotr was so attached to his friend, they were flesh and bone. When they started going out with the rest of the team, Pyotr could barely communicate with anyone. So he was stuck next to Andrei and used his friend as a translator. The thing was, girls usually approached them. Both men were attractive and they both caught their eye. Some come to talk to Pyotr, but many (almost all of them) ended up going with Andrei. Pyotr didn't care. He didn't know them, it was just sex. He wouldn't ruin the best friendship he had in the states for a hook up, he was better than that. But then he met you.
You were friends with many of the guys. You were usually with them when they went out. Pyotr met you in a party, at someone's birthday. You were so nice and had a huge smile when Andrei introduced you. The goalie just all heart eyes since then. You were so kind and had so much patience with him. It was so surprising because the language barrier had been a huge issue for him when meeting people. No one wanted to try. But you did, you quickly assured Andrei that he could leave you with Pyotr, that you would manage well. Pyotr had never gotten a crush so fast.
Then he told Andrei and everything went wrong. The man who he believed to be his best friend, started to flirt and got closer than ever with the woman he had confessed to have feelings for. And Pyotr had never felt so broken and alone. He got some time away when he was sent to Chicago, he tried to get over you, to think of something else. But nothing worked because there were you, being as nice as always. There wasn't a day that passed without your text and to be honest, he needed them a lot. But when he came back and Andrei and you were even more closer, he brought you everytime he was with him and was always talking around you. All the pretty girls liked Andrei and he hadn't drawn the line with you, the one he knew his friend was in love with. He had to ask you to dance, to make you laugh, to flirt with you, all of it when Pyotr was right in front of him. It made him feel insecure in ways he had never felt.
But it couldn't be further from reality.
An older and way too drunk man had been watching you while you and Andrei danced. So when you had gone to the bar for a refill, Andrei had shielded you with his body. Pyotr didn't want to look, but he had seen Andre's arm around your waist and such a rage had filled him.
"I don't think he is okay, Andrei" You said to his ear.
Andrei sighed and caressed your back in a reassuring way.
"There is something off today" He agreed.
"Maybe I should go with him" You said and while pinching your lip. "Is everything right at home? Or with the team?"
"Yes, I mean, nothing happened." Andrei said trying to remember. "He tells me everything" But Pyotr had been dry and more distant recently.
"I'll go with him" You walked under Andrei's arm, who called your name and quickly followed you.
"All good, man?" Martin asked.
Pyotr looked at him and nodded. "Good"
"Are you sure? You look sad"
"No, good"
Martin patted him in the shoulder and walked away. When Pyotr turned his eyes back to the dance floor, you weren't there anymore.
"Hey, Pyotr" You appeared on his other side, taking him by surprise. You hand was on his shoulder and you had left a drink in front of his empty glass.
He was out of words, he couldn't speak, just look at you with big puppy eyes.
Andrei was there too, right behind you. It only made Pyotr's blood boil.
You sat and grabbed his hand and electricity ran through his skin.
"Is everything okay? Are you good?" As always, you spoke slow, loud and clear so he could understand.
Pyotr nodded and looked down.
"I brought you a drink, Andrei paid, but it's on me" You tried to joke.
You hated to see him so down. He was your fun and cheerful guy, he was the one who could always put a smile in your lips. He was the one you wanted to always be happy. But today, unlike other days, he had rejected your invitation to dance (or pull those silly moves of his that always made you laugh). He had been in that stool alone and you couldn't think about anything else. Luckily, Andrei had tried to distract you a bit.
Pyotr's eyes moved to Andrei.
"I thought you were different" He spat.
It took Andrei by surprise. He frowned and open his lips to speak, but he was too confused to say anything. When you saw his reaction, you knew that the goalie wasn't looking for a translation.
"Different? What do you mean?" Andrei tried to get closer, but Pyotr got up harshly. Some guys standing close turned to look, some of them got ready to jump if needed. The sudden tension could be cut with a knife and Pyotr was know for be quick when jumping into a fight.
"Different. My friend. A friend doesn't do this" Pyotr told him.
You were standing between them, your hand had fallen to your side and you couldn't be more puzzled. You didn't understand a single world, but you could see how angry Pyotr was.
"Man, I haven't done a thing"
"That's not what I see"
"Maybe you should look better"
"Maybe you should stop flirting with someone that is not yours"
"Who the fuck am I flirting with?"
"YN. I tell you and the first you do is go for her! You can have all the girls you want, but no! You go for-"
"Okay, I don't know what is going on between you two but it's over for now." you said pressing a hand to Pyotr's chest. You couldn't see them fight like this. "I don't know what is wrong with you but you are coming with me"
Pyotr looked down confused. He couldn't ask Andrei for a translation now, could he?
"You, me, out now" You said and grabbed his hand. "And you... I'll tell you once I've cleared everything"
You left hand in hand with Pyotr, pulling him out of the club and leaving Andrei with the others, who were curious about what had happened.
Outside, your ears rang for seconds because of the loud music. Pyotr moved his hand until it slipped form yours and started to walk. He needed a breath, he needed a minute alone.
"Hey, no" You said. Your heart was racing. This wasn't supposed to happen. You had gone out to have fun, to enjoy with your friends and maybe get to spend more time with the guy you liked. And now that guy was walking away from you after fighting his best friend. You saw him kick a pebble in the pavement and then he lifted his hand. "Stop!"
Pyotr froze.
"You will break your hand, stupid" You ran to him and stood between him an the traffic sign he was going to hit. He looked down at you and his hand fell. He felt so weak, he just wanted to go home and sleep until everything was forgotten. "What's wrong?" You gently grabbed his hand.
"Nothing"
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Pyotr"
He shook his head and tried to walk again, but you didn't let go of his hand so he just had to accept you were following to his car.
"I want home" He told you.
"I'm going with you"
"Alone"
"No way"
You were already on the passanger seat, so he could only nod and start driving home.
"What did-" You started.
You didn't need to finish. Pyotr couldn't keep everything on his chest any longer.
"Me speak now."
"O-okay"
"Andrei knows" He started. His breath was quick and he couldn't find the correct words. "And he- you- I tell him-"
"Shh. Slow, okay?"
It was so frustrating, he had never feel more trapped in his whole life. There were so many things to tell you but he didn't know how. His heart end up breaking completely.
"You better with Andrei. It better. I'm fine. You speak with him. No with me. You better with Andrei" He managed to say. His knuckles were white on the wheel and his lip was trembling.
You blinked slowly. "Better? How? When?" What did he mean?
"Girlfriend" He choked out.
You gasped and covered your mouth. It was all clicking in your mind. Oh no...
"I'm an idiot. I'm the worse, shit" You told to yourself.
He shot a quick glance and saw you brushing your eyes hard.
"Do you think Andrei and I are together? A couple?"
He shrugged. Maybe not yet, but probably soon.
"He- and you-" Pyotr took a deep breath. "Good couple"
How bad luck was if the guy you were in love with thought that you were dating someone else?
He stopped the car and you looked around. His flat.
"Should we go... Can I?" You pointed to the building and he nodded.
When he opened the door, you sat in the sofa and crossed your legs. You should tell him, he was so upset about it. You fully believed Andrei now.
"Pyotr?"
"mhn"
"Sit with me"
He had taken his shoes and hoodie off and was wearing now only the jeans and t-shirt.
When he sat, you opened your hand and he grabbed it, interlocking your fingers and sighing at the comfort they offered
"Listen carefully, yeah?"
He nodded.
"Andrei and I are not together" You had never felt more nervous in your life. "We haven't been and we won't be"
Pyotr blinked slowly. "No?"
"No. You understand, right?"
He nodded. You weren't daring and he was a prick.
"Andrei and you, not together"
"That's right. I don't like Andrei"
Pyotr frowned.
"Andrei like you"
You shook your head. Now that he was calmer, his puppy eyes and pout were actually cute.
"Andrei doesn't like me" You said. "Andrei is my friend. Just my friend"
His chest was moving slowly with deep breaths. He had fucked up big this time.
"I think Andrei like you when I-"
You moved a bit closer and he looked at you.
"I told Andrei I like you and he- now you and him together all time. You better with him. His English better"
You laughed loudly. "Oh shit"
"What?"
"I like you, Pyotr. Not Andrei. You." You said cupping his cheeks. "You. I'm in love with you"
Again, he was loss of words.
"Andrei and I have been together a lot recently because he was helping me"
He frowned.
"I wanted you to like me. And Andrei made me tag along to all the plans you made"
Pyotr was stunned. He was probably understanding wrong. Every word you said? No way he was right.
"Andrei and I got close because I like you, not because I like him"
Pyotr blinked slowly. "Me"
"Yes, you"
"Not Svech"
"Mhm" You affirmed.
Pyotr took a deep breath. "I fight Svech"
"Yeah, you will have to apologize for that"
"I'm stupid"
"A bit."
"You like me"
"I like you"
"Thanks"
You giggle.
"Thanks"
He nodded and laughed. "Nervous"
"Oh sweetheart, come here"
When you pulled him close, Pyotr felt light. The anger and fear was gone. His best friend wasn't awful and the woman he loved loved him back.
"Me- I thought you like Andrei more because all girls like Andrei more and my English is not good and you can speak to Andrei more-"
With a smile, you kissed his lips. It took him by surprise, yes, but he leaned in and kissed you back. It was a sign for you to climb on his lap. Pyotr groaned a bit and let his hands wander from your back to your waist, hips, back,... He wanted to feel you. He needed to feel you. And you were more than happy with it. Your kisses turned deeper and deeper and soon your hands were tangled on his hair and his under your clothes.
"I always liked you" You said pulling back. "A lot"
"Me too"
You smiled so sweetly and he pecked your lips.
"Pretty?"
"Me?"
"Yes, really pretty"
You kissed his cheek and Pyotr hugged you. Both of his arms wrapped around you so tightly. Then, he laughed and shook you a bit.
"Happy"
"Are you happy?"
You said while setting on his chest.
"the most happy"
"Happiest"
"What?"
You looked at him and brush his hair behind his ear. "You say happiest."
"Okay, I'm the happiest... Because... I am with you?"
"Yes" You nodded.
"And... Wait. One more. Sorry if not right"
"You know that is fine, Pyotr" You kissed him again.
He looked at you not believing completely that you were sitting on his lap and kissing him.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
"Ah!" You shouted and lifted your arms. "That was perfect!"
He threw his head back laughing.
"Want? Yes or no?"
"Of course I want, silly" You said kissing all over his face. "But you better call Andrei and say you are sorry"
He nodded and pulled his phone.
"Then you and me fuck?"
"Oh shit, Pyotr. Of course you know how to say that" You slapped his chest and got up. "Call Andrei" You told him with a smile.
Pyotr watched you walking to the kitchen and sighed. He was so lucky.
"YN" He called. You loved how your name sounded in that accent of his.
"Mhm"
"Love you"
All the pretty girls, Pt2.
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Got back into Obey Me hell (heh) and I think we are all too fixated on the idea of Diavolo and Lucifer being an established couple at the begining of the game that we forget the potential of the secret third thing:
The Friends With Benefits with Mutual Pining Awkwardness
Think about it.
Diavolo, who has always had a crush on Lucifer, but never really said anything about it because 1) he was being obvious already, 2) his position doesnt really allow him to make any demon his partner, and 3) he is convinced Lucifer would never take him.
Lucifer, who after years of working under Diavolo and trusting him, they become close friends and confidants. He has started feeling something towards the prince, however he doesnt really want to dig into it for too long. If it's anything close to what his brothers have been teasing as "romantic", that will only promise disaster.
But for both of them, ignoring feelings so deep is difficult. They always end up entangled with one another in some way, and they've both assured eachother that it means nothing at all. No feelings attached whatsoever.
Then, enter MC. A lowly human assigned to live with the demon brothers in the House of Lamentation. As the year goes by, Lucifer appreciates the MC more and more for their efforts to bring his family together, to the point of falling in love with them as well. At the end of their first year, they enter an established relationship.
Diavolo, on his part... he doesn't really know how to feel. On the one hand, he is glad that his plan worked. Demons and humans can coexist, the brothers and MC are proof of it. He is also aware that MC is good, they do not chase to harm his demons. But on the other hand, a part of his heart breaks at the notion that he may have lost his chance with the morningstar. A chance that may have never existed in the first place, but still...
As the second year rolls around, Diavolo eventually gets to interact with MC and, much like Lucifer, ends in a relationship with them.
However, neither of them can really forget their feelings for one another.
Which is when MC steps in. They know both their boyfriends are pining for one another, and although it was fun for a while, their constant "will they - won't they" has begun to annoy them. So, they enlist the help of the rest of the demon bros...
Matchmaking shenanigans ensue
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Hello if you're request are open, may i have self aware Leon from resident evil 4 remake and the reader likes his romantic outfit. the reader has the biggest crush on Leon and she talks about his cosmetic how handsome and sexy he looks he just smiles and smirks at the camera when the reader rotates the camera. the more she plays the game eventually she gets pulled into resident evil. or he gets pulled into the readers world whichever one works. as time goes by they fall in love with each other.
thank you. :)
Leon loves how you can often compliment him as you progress through the game, and secretly smirks at the thought as you control him to kill the villagers.
you spent a lot of your free time playing, and often even had dreams where you stand in front of Leon and communicate with him.
Dreams are so real that sometimes you don't want to wake up in the morning.
And when you were transported to the world of the resident, you did not immediately understand that this was not a dream.
You looked for Kennedy again, and even found , but when the guy with the chainsaw walked towards you, you backed away in fear.
Leon, seeing your fear, even managed to forget about Ashley's safety, and he shot the attacker, after which he ran up to you.
- "How are you?"
-"Fine! The main thing is that I'm alive!"
Leon offered his hand, and you gladly accepted the help, getting up from the ground. Suddenly you hear Ashley screaming asking Leon for help.
-"Leon! Help!!! What were you thinking when you were distracted?!"
when the situation more or less calmed down, you finally introduced yourself to Leon, however, when he asked how you ended up here, given that you are (most likely) not Spanish, nor are you under Saddler's control.
You yourself did not know what to answer him, and simply said that you have amnesia.
The more you progressed through the story, the more you realized that you somehow got sideways into the world of the game. Yes, and Kennedy immediately recognized you and your voice, but he had to pretend that he did not know who you were. He kept an outwardly calm look, but inside his emotions raged at the fact that you fell right into his hands.
When the story was nearing the end, you understood that all the terrible things were over. For not the longest time, you became attached to Leon even more than it was when you were sitting at the monitor, playing the game. Yet actually interacting with Kennedy had a much deeper effect than playing him.
You did not know if it was worth telling Leon the truth .. However, he himself admitted that he knows perfectly well who you are and that you played for him.
You were shocked when you heard this, but Leon assured you everything was fine. And he was pleased with the compliments that you said to him throughout your playing time.
"Now that we can look into each other's eyes… I have to do my most important task." - said the guy, after which he came closer and took your hands in his. He approached your lips, looking with some excitement and anticipation. You didn't realize how hard your heart was beating and how much you were looking forward to this moment.
Leon touched his lips to yours.
He kisses deeply, trying his best to show you how much he is attached to you. Like he did before, when he wouldn't even let the Spaniards touch you…
He adored you.
And it was mutual.
#resident evil 4 x reader#re x reader#leon kennedy x reader#leon x reader#imagine#fanfic#self aware au#self aware resident evil#resident evil x reader
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To Embrace The Shadow: Absolution (End)
Lucretia is faced with her own mistakes and what the consequences might be if she forgets why they call her the Shadow Mother.
World of Warcraft | Original Characters
Found Family
“Can you come home now?”
Zala looked up from Lucretia’s arms with misty eyes. The elf often asked to be held without any fear of her mentor's sobering presence.
“Yes, of course. I will not abandon my people, and I owe you three a lot for securing my recovery ahead of time…”
Lucretia faced her anticipating audience. The men were reaching out as if she might slip away again, but they were too modest to ignore decorum as quickly as their Sister.
“First of all, you deserve an apology.”
Letting Zala go, she floated back as much as she could in their modest space. She took off her miter, which was constructed from nothing but pure energy, as was the rest of her; the Shadow Mother was the wraith of a mortality left behind. The vessel she mantled was the one her people knew best, and she let it appear largely as cadaverous as she was before her ascension. She refused to be ashamed of her undeath, which she never chose for herself.
Failing her kin, however, was a result of her choices.
The trio watched as she apologized for her arrogance, for taking their loyalty for granted. She was sorry for seeing herself as above consulting them about her plans, and just expecting them to comply. Her overconfidence put them all in danger and left them to clean up her mess.
The prestige tied to her name was earned, but she was not invincible, and she was the most responsible for reminding them that neither were they.
“My greatest joy would be for you to one day walk your own ways, but I cannot let you go with the presumption that any of us are untouchable. It would violate our third and most difficult tenet, and in turn, undo the others. All three must work together.”
They stared at her in stunned silence. It certainly confirmed her arrogance.
“But I have shackled your growth, and you have every right to be disappointed with me.”
Zala was quick to accept her apology. Lucretia had a hunch that she was just exhilarated with their reunion, as their bond sometimes leaned on the familial side over simply teacher and student. It wasn’t Lucretia’s intention for Zala to become so attached that it might hurt her autonomy, and they would have to work on that.
Lafayette was similar, albeit more guarded with his opinion. It was likely that he followed Zala’s initiative, as he often did choose to go with the flow and submit to a more assurant personality. Only when the following silence got too tense for him did he seem to add his own input.
“You couldn’t predict that this would happen. But maybe… maybe we should have talked more beforehand. We could have helped you prepare better.”
Lucretia agreed with him and was pleased to hear him speak his mind.
She then faced Cletus and found him avoiding her gaze. She had supervised him the longest, with promises of prestige dangling in front of him–which she knew he would eventually achieve–but she had held him back for years. Perhaps she feared for his safety, or perhaps she savored having such loyal acolytes at her beck and call, but loyalty was unwise without mutual trust. It might have dawned upon him and made him hesitant. She could not blame him.
They didn’t need to forgive her, and she was hoping that they would take their time with their final decision. Receiving her humility was what they deserved.
As for herself, she could handle any heat coming her way from the cult. Uppity Dark Clerics who thought she got her comeuppance were insignificant when she had the honor of seeing her students flourish together.
Things eventually started returning to relative normalcy, but Lucretia had to rethink her approach as a teacher. She decided to bring the trio aside, one at a time, and offer to loosen her grip on them. If they were to grow further, they needed to be challenged, and she could use her privileged position to advance theirs.
Lafayette’s anxiety held him back from progressing any faster than at a sloth’s pace, and Lucretia knew that she contributed to his sheltering. The living and the dead could walk all over him, and he would take it in silence instead of standing his ground.
His success in reclaiming control of his sight tasted of the respect that he longed for. It was going to be a lifelong journey to challenge his fears, and he would be facing setbacks, but such were the trials they all faced as early as learning their first tenet.
He often settled among the cult’s archives, where anyone who needed something had to consult an archivist. If he was taught on how to manage their texts, others were wise to respect someone who held onto occult knowledge.
Zala rambled on about a dozen things on her wishlist, but it wasn’t quite material things that Lucretia had in mind. They could revisit that matter at another time, so the two concluded that her role in preserving their grounds should broaden beyond menial labor and patrols in Deathknell. She had proven that she could plan for and journey into the unknown, and then return safely on her own. An elven ranger was exceptional for sweeping across the wilds with her silvan knowledge, and even someplace as haunted as Lordaeron needed care to maintain balance. It was her home, and she should be free to explore and nurture it. Lucretia urged her to be vigilant as the eyes of the Forgotten Shadow, and Zala eagerly swore to honor the trust put in her.
Cletus’s relationship with her had become tense. He fought harder than he should have for their sake, and was facing burnout as his only reward if he was just going back to being her eternal promising student.
For one who had come so far, she still hadn’t ordained him. They both knew that his weak point was vainglory, and while power was what they all sought, every cultist had to constantly measure their capacity for it. Even the most successful of Dark Clerics weren't above remembering the tenets, or they risked falling like she had done. Cletus could charm his way forward all he wanted, but it meant nothing if he wouldn’t practice what he had been preaching in this time.
Whenever he felt certain about it, Lucretia promised to be there to avow his commitment, and bow back at him as an equal.
She was self-aware enough to recognize her worries about letting go of control, knowing what it might cost a Shadow priest to be careless. She was proof herself of what rigid discipline could accomplish, but her students would never be able to breathe if they couldn’t reach above the surface.
All four of them were left with scars reminding them of their trials, that they saw it through, and that there would be more trials to come. They would continue to face failure, prejudice, hatred and devastating loss, and she couldn’t always be there to protect them. What she could do was teach them how to protect themselves, and each other, until they were ready to walk their own ways. Their paths were not for her to decide for them, when such was not the will of the Forsaken.
It was challenging to adapt and persist through difficult times, and there may be endless time for any Forsaken to lead. But they were a stubborn people, and when those who reviled them as abominations kicked them down, they crawled back up and spat in the faces of their oppressors. The Cult of Forgotten Shadows sought to enhance what it meant to be Forsaken, and when to be Forsaken meant spiteful survival, they embraced the shadow that had been cast over them.
#the REAL final boss of this campaign: a codependent relationship#also yaaaaay we're done#this is the longest thing i've written as a newish writer thank u for the feedback everyone ily💜💜💜#to embrace the shadow#character: lucretia#character: lafayette#character: zala#character: cletus#kott writes
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