#and I can kinda promise that for every single one none of that was decided ahead of time
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Character Work
Got an ask the other day that asked me how I developed a character, and there was no room to go into it on that ask at all, but I did want to note something. As a fic writer I feel pretty unqualified to write on how to create a character, but I do have something specific I want to say that I've been thinking for a while. I'll keep it just to that. I'll also say that I'm talking exclusively about writing, and not how you engage with fandom. It is, in fact, extremely fun to make an endless series of meaningless headcanons for random dudes. I'm just talking about in terms of how you approach the character from a writing perspective. Which is...
Your OC makes a bad character.
I mean your Dungeons and Dragons character. I mean the character you have a character sheet for, the character you've thought about for years, the one that you are extremely fond of and who feels like a real person to you. The character that is the character, and to change them would feel like changing a person.
Characters should feel like real people to the reader, but as the writer you cannot think of them as people. They are plot devices and a function of the story. They don't need to be fleshed out before you start writing. The actual creation of the character should take place in the outlining and drafting process.
I'm not saying you aren't allowed to stop and think about their favorite grilled cheeses or their sign. There's a few lists of good questions to ask yourself about your characters before you start writing them, such as their desires and their home lives, but the list of actual questions you need to answer are short. And you should try to stop there, because otherwise you're going to over-develop your character and it's going to get in the way of the story.
Assuming you're writing a character focused story, the character's journey is the plot's journey. But the character and the plot exist in relationship to each other. I think of them as two interlocking gears - some things in the plot just can't happen because Character A wouldn't do that, but some things need to happen for the plot to work, so Character A needs to be the kind of person who would do that. Both the character and the plot are in service of what the story is about (Theme, moral, message, etc). These three things have to line up, and they can't overpower each other. You shouldn't try and make round pegs fit in square holes. If a character doesn't fit in with what you want the story to be about (if the story's about vanity and your character doesn't care about vanity) then you need to change one of those things. You can bend the entire plot and meaning of the story around the character, but damn you better have a character who makes a really fantastic story.
You need a character that makes a good story. Some characters don't make good stories, and you need to work super hard to create a story that fits them. That's fine - that can create a unique and great story. Your character has to be consistent and work along their own internal logic. That is shit you absolutely have to stop and work out in the outlining process. Your character needs to make decisions that feel right to the reader - really good stories have the character making the worst possible decision, but in a way that makes the reader understand that they couldn't have done anything else and still been that character. And, like, obviously, give your characters faults and have them make mistakes. A character who does not do that cannot carry a plot.
Fic writers struggle with this. Of course you...shouldn't...be me and completely disregard every characterization, but I do think you can run into the same problem with your blorbo as your D&D character.
Your blorbos aren't actual guys.
This feels kind of obvious, but sometimes I think people don't feel that way. We write fanfic because we like the characters, and we'd rather use these characters and this setting than use our own. I see people projecting on these characters a lot. Like, a lot a lot. It gets to the point where an attack on the character feels like a personal attack - where people defend the character as if they're a real person because they ID so much w/the character. We all know this is dumb, but it also makes for some really shitty fic. The writer becomes completely unwilling to bend the character at all. And they don't try to make the character good for a story, because that kind of involves a lot of faults and mistakes that they don't like seeing their blorbos make. I sound dismissive but it's pervasive. The character becomes a character who makes them feel good instead of a well-written function of the story. The story suffers. Which is alright for some stories, but if you're writing a heavily character focused story like a lot of fic, then nothing is really propping up this story or making it engaging.
None of that is how I develop a character but that is what I wanted to say about characters lol (fwiw, how an OC is created for me is: "I need a character in this spot or representing this thing. Yoink!"). Of course I spoke hyperbolically and took a hard stance on all of that, haha, and of course all of this is rule of thumb. I'm sure your OC is wonderful. Just don't get caught up in them, okay? Go write. The best possible OC is an OC who is born from a good story. That's how you get rich and real characters.
#this is also true for worldbuilding.#my writing#my asks#writing#writing advice#kinda obvious if u follow me that I can go ON and ON and ON about what the fuck is up with some of my characters#and I can kinda promise that for every single one none of that was decided ahead of time#long time readers can see my understanding of the character grow and develop and change the more i write them#so you end up with someone super fleshed out and rich#and sometimes you keep on making so many swerves fifteen degrees to the left that you end up with f101 jon#that being said keep the silly HC coming i fucking love that shit#if no chip sw was an Actual Thing at this point i would go back and rewrite all of it#with what i now know of cody#and thats how the story would be decent lol#but I had to write ALLA THAT to actually get cody you know?#and I could NOT have figured that out just by thinking about him#i promise the advice was solicited this time jalksdf
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haunted
emily, one of your close friends in the bau, comes back and after months of crying over her death you're not sure how to feel. it hurts the most when the deception also comes from aaron, the man you've loved for so long
a/n: idk how i feel about it. it's very rushed because half of it was deleted and i couldn't be bothered to go back and rewrite it properly.
aaron hottie angst again because his pain is so beautifully upsetting. kinda long so enjoy 🤍
part 2 :)
"everybody, have a seat" aaron's voice is more tense than usual, as if he was about to announce some bad news. your heart races but you walked in, grabbing a seat next to morgan. jj stands beside hotch and she looks almost worried, toying with her fingers. your brows knitted in confusion, wondering what was so urgent
"why, what's going on? everything all right?" spencer asked, his brow raised.
"seven months ago, i made a decision that affected this team. as you all know, emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with doyle," hotch began
"but the doctors were able to stabilize her and she was airlifted from boston to bethesda under covert exfiltration. her identity was strictly need-to-know. and she stayed there until she was well enough to travel. she was reassigned to paris where she was given several identities, none of which we had access to for her security" he finishes but there's pin drop silence in return. his arms had folded over awaiting a response but everyone was shocked to say a thing
your heart feels like it's plummeted at the bottom of the earth, the breath completely knocked out from your lungs. you hope someone announces its a big joke but hotch looks at all of you expectantly. jj has her head slightly bowed, unable to make any eye contact and its then you realise she knew all along.
"she's alive?" you didn't even think you said it out loud but aaron looks at you, his brows in a tight frown. you see the truth spilled on his face and it stings immensely knowing how he saw you in your vulnerable moments and still decided not to say a thing
he knew all along
"but we buried her" someone else says but at that point you completely blank out, sinking further in your seat. hoping the ground would swallow you whole and remove the burden crushing your heart.
"as i said, i take full responsibility for the decision. if anyone has any issues, they should be directed toward me" aaron looks at you again but you don't bother looking in his direction.
all those times, every single tear, every second of sadness, all of it was.... fake?
"any issues?? yeah, i got issues-" morgan started, standing up towards hotch. but he doesn't go far for garcia speaks again. her eyes are brimmed with tears, walking quickly towards the door
"oh, my god" and you turn, unable to register the vision in front of you
"i am so sorry, i really am. not a day went by that i didn't want to...really, i... you didn't deserve that and i'm so sorry" the voice you thought you'd never hear again in this lifetime spoke. there she genuinely was, in the living breathing flesh. garcia grabs her in a hug and they share a tearful laugh about something you can't hear.
"there is so much i want to tell you guys and-and i will, i promise" the woman you spent crying in private about for weeks was now alive, like nothing had even happened.
garcia embraces her tight again and jj, morgan, rossi and reid followed suit.
it doesn't comprehend there she genuinely was, actually physically standing there. so many emotions had run through you, unclear of which one it was. all you can think about was her in your arms actively dying and you crying as you screamed for medics to come.
so you remained silent, while everyone had hugged her you stood just looking. unsure of what to feel, unsure over how to act. it felt foreign and you get lost in the reality of the situation, not realising she had made her way towards you
"y/n..." emily walked closer a smile on her lips but you couldn't reciprocate it. how could she so... nonchalanant about everything? those nights you spent crying, the nights your heart had felt so hollow in your chest, all of that burned in your mind.
the anguish, the pain, the guilt, all of it was an illusion.
and aaron, the man with whom you had trusted with your whole life glanced at you through the corner. he doesn't know what to say, what could be said? unintentionally he had lied to you, comforted you through pain that didn't even exist. he saw you vulnerable after her death, he was the one that pieced you back. and now it felt like all the parts he held together were coming undone.
"emily" you nod, a tight lipped smile on yours. even just being in her presence is enough to tip you over the edge so you distract yourself, holding the file. how strange, a mere seven months ago you two were the closest of friends.
and now you barely even knew her
"i-" she opens her arms slightly to embrace you but you open your hands to give her the information. touching her felt too soon, you needed some time to think.
"this is the file with doyle and everything going on with the kid. we don't have time to spare" you nod, quickly hand it to her and walk straight for the coffee. it wasn't caffeine that was going to help you tonight but it didn't hurt to try
•••
"hey..." morgan finds you staring blankly at the wall with the pictures, trying to find the next step in the kidnapping. and no matter how much you tried to regain your composure, it cracked piece by piece. exposing your facade and your true feelings behind the matter.
you were determined to keep a straight front for your team but every time you saw emily and jj and especially hotch, it felt like a challenge you weren't sure you'd win
"hey" you continue to take through the information, trying to piece the murder but there's so much on your mind it all feels like its vanishing in the air. like nothing is registering in your brain.
"hey" jj comes in and you stiffen up, quickly catching some files and exiting the room. she calls your name but you simply walk straight for the hallway. true, it was a childish thing to do but you couldn't look at any of them without the overwhelming urge to break down.
aaron, however, catches you in the hallway and you step back not wanting to even touch him, unable to look at his deceiting face.
"i know what you've been through. i understand that you're angry but i hope that you understand that this is not about you or me. this was about saving emily" his tone is sharp, firm but you see the hurricane of emotions in his eyes.
the most dominant being sorrow. but that wasn't enough for you, you almost wanted him to experience the pain you'd felt.
"why do you care about what i think hotch? it never mattered before, evidently" you match his tone in return, trying to go about him.
"y/n i know you're disappointed how we handled emily but it wasn't in our control, we couldn't say anything" he stops you and you don't even want to look at him, he knew how hard it had been on you. and he still didn't breathe a word of her survival.
"you couldn't or you wouldn't?? don't pretend to care what i've been through hotch. i came to you crying for weeks on end and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth. not fucking once. what did you expect? i'd hug prentiss and all would be well? give me a break" you scoffed, pulling away from him. he stood stunned for a moment, his brows scrunched in a confused frown
"i know and i understand-" "i don't think you do. we have a kid that's about to die hotch, now is not the time" you utter, glaring as you walked by him.
•••
the plane ride was silent, moreso than usual. you noticed the glances your team was giving you but as long as the job was done efficiently, there wasn't really anything to say, you'd talk on your own time. just you and your book was enough for now.
all that was interrupted when a voice cut in. a voice you thought you weren't ready to hear just yet
"declan is little shaken up but the doctor said he'll be fine" she smiled at you, eyes looking at you but you refused to make any contact
"good. we got there in time" you commented, turning the page.
"yes..." she taps her fingers on the table, unsure on how to continue the conversation. part of you hopes she walks away, not ready to listen to her just yet.
"well we're going to rossi's tomorrow night. i want to see if he really can cook. are you coming?" she asked hopefully, a small smile on her lips
"i don't know, i'm not so sure i can make it" you leaned your elbow on the armrest, continuing to read the same sentence until she left.
"look, l/n, i know you're mad at us because we didn't tell you what really happened, and... i understand that. but i promise you, we had no choice" she begins and she sighs a little before looking directly at you.
"you mourned one friend, i mourned seven" she chuckled lightly, trying to make you see from her perspective. but you couldn't, the betrayal rang far too loudly in your ears.
his especially
"it's not a competition emily" you put your book down, directly looking at her eyes. everything you had been bursting to say left your lips before you could even comprehend it.
"you didn't carry my coffin, you didn't cry over someone that was presumably dead. do you know how many times i was angry at myself for not doing more? i kept replaying that moment when i held you, near enough lifeless and completely covered in blood. and all i could do was beg you to breathe and stay with me. you didn't take medications because every time you closed your damn eyes, all you could see was your dead friend in her own blood did you? don't pretend we're the same emily, you have no idea what i went through" with every word, you could feel the anger boiling deep inside of you. the annoyance coursing through your veins like wildfire.
"you could've given us a hint, a sign, anything to indicate proof of life. but i had to hold the pain over your death for months. so forgive me if i don't want to go through that again" your tone was sharp, picking up your book back to indicate the conversation was over
"y/n i'm sorry i-" she began softly but you shook your head
"look emily, i appreciate what you're trying to do. really. and i'm happy that you're back but i need time and space too. i can't do this job efficiently otherwise. so please..." you indicated for her to leave and she reluctantly stood up, wanting to say a million words. but none of them seemed quite correct
you hoped no one would come and try to talk, just wishing this plane ride would end quickly and you'd be in the safe sanctuary of your bedroom
and for once your wish is granted
•••
the precinct was empty, dark and cold. replicating how you felt on the inside.
your bag was in your office and you hoped everyone was gone, you couldn't handle seeing their faces.
it was hard, because on the one hand your friend was back. you wanted to rejoice, and hug her so tight but the way it all happened... it felt wrong.
"y/n" and there it is. the voice you definitely didn't want to hear tonight
"aaron" you reply in response, turning around to face him. he looks dishevelled, almost as if he had to run to catch you back here. on any other day before, it would've made you fawn over his adorableness but it didn't stir a thing in you now.
"i know what i did was inexcusable. i know you're hurt, i know it could've been handled better. i realise that but you have to understand that this wasn't my order. if you had known, it would've put you in a compromising position too" he comes close until he's standing a foot away. his eyes are aligt with an emotion you've never seen him use before, pleading
"i just can't get over it hotch. i'm so happy she's back and under different circumstances i would've celebrated it. but i can't because you lied to me. for months and months" you want to fall in to his arms, to forget about everything that had transpired tonight but it would solve nothing. so you stay where you are, the ache in your heart growing by the minute.
"and for that i deeply apologise" before, this would have solved your problems. but now it felt like the gasoline added to the fire.
"you don't care about me aaron and i'm fooling myself if i keep pretending that everything is okay"
"i do y/n, i just need time. i just-"
"how much time?? how much longer can i be expected to wait?? how much longer can i pretend that you actually care about me-"
"i do care!" "oh you do?? you watched me cry for months. does that sound like caring? and you never want to progress further in this. how can i be with someone who doesn't care? emily coming back was just the icing. you'd use anything and anyone to get what you want hotch. you don't care about anyone, much less me"
"is that what you think of me?" he whispers, eyes narrowing at you
"it's what i know of you. from the moment i met you to now. i thought it was fine at first. but i can't do it. do you have any idea how.... hard it is to love you?" every word was a dagger to his heart, twisting and twisting until it was difficult to breathe.
"i'm done. i need a break. from you, from the bau, from everyone" you let out a shaky sigh, hugging your bag closer to your body. the man before you was your lifeline and now it felt like you were drowning in the depths of him. the only way to save yourself would be to remove yourself from his grasp, to pretend that he, your lover, never existed. he was aaron hotchner, your boss. he would never be the man you were so desperately and hopelessly in love with.
"y/n please don't-"
"i'm taking my holidays. don't contact me, don't find me. i just really.... don't want to see you ever" with that you stormed out of the room, away from him and his presence. away from his beautiful face you came to adore, away from all the memories you would forever cherish until your last breath.
but no amount of miles between you both could ever be enough
#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction#aaron hotchner x reader angst#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotch fic#aaron hotch fanfiction
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resquest? as teenagers, peter parker and reader agree to marry if neither have by their 30th birthday.
follow peter as he attempts to sabotage every relationship reader has till then.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Fluff. None.
A/N: I live for jealous Peter Parker :3 Also Anon didn't specify which Peter Parker so I kinda went with the MCU one! Hope thats alright!!!
Since the beginning of college you and Peter had just clicked. You had been drawn towards his slightly quirky persona. Honestly, when you had met him, you thought he looked like someone had kicked his puppy.
Though when he told you the real reason behind his external aura, loosing his mentor, his aunt dying, your heart went out to him. And later when you discovered he was Spiderman and learned how a spell had caused the world to forget who he was, you were surprised he hadn't shut himself away in a dark room and wallowed in self-pity.
That's what you would've done.
Yet, despite the loss, he wanted to go on with his life, and save people as well. And that only made you admire him more. So you attached yourself to Peter. At every turn, you made it your goal to make him smile or laugh whenever you had the chance. Slowly, very slowly, he seemed to be coming out of his bubble. At least he smiled more, and you made sure he ate and slept properly. And since the both of you shared a lot of classes together, you would help him with his work when he had to go off and be Spiderman.
The pact you two made, had been a result of a date that had stood you up saying he had a test to study for, only for you to catch him, moments later, sucking faces with another girl. You had only been dating for a month or so, but still it did hurt.
Besides you always looked for a reason to get yourself and Peter a little tipsy. You would mostly stay inside your rooms, and just get into drunken shenanigans that neither of you could remember the next day. It had only happened twice now, neither of you were alcoholics.
At the time of the pact, the two of you were only slightly drunk, smiling dopely at one another, and giggling at even the smallest thing.
Your words took him by surprise as you looked at one another. You held out your hand so you two could shake on it, but he shook his head.
"Nope, this requires proof." He warbled, getting to his feet as he went in search of his phone. He almost tripped en route, over his own feet. God, you were both such lightweights.
Once he got his phone, which you later realized was actually yours, he began to record. The camera was shaky and unsteady as he pointed it at you. You sat up, putting on your most serious face. Or as serious as you could get given your tipsy state.
"I, Y/n Y/l/n, promise to marry Peter Parker, if neither of us are married by the time we're thirty."
Once done, Peter turned the camera and raised a hand in the air as if he were swearing an oath.
"I, Peter Parker, promise to marry Y/n Y/l/n, if neither of us are married by the time we're thirty."
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That was nearly five years ago, and now, having graduated college and already in the second year of your job, you watched the video with a nostalgic smile playing across your lips.
The two of you looked so young, then again at 18 years of age you definitely were. And the pact. Such an adorable thing to do when you were both sure neither of you would end up with anyone.
Though, that was still the case, given how you were still single as was Peter.
Once you graduated college, the two of you had decided it would be better to move in together. It was a good decision economically, and also because neither of you wanted to meet new people and open your respective can of worms.
Peter had no desire to share his secret with anyone else, and you had readily agreed to his suggestion on moving in. Though your motive had been slightly selfish, given the knowledge of anyone else knowing about Peter being Spiderman caused a little green monster to rear it's ugly head in your heart.
As you waited for Peter to get back home, you couldn't help but wander why none of your college relationships had worked out. And neither had Peter's for that matter.
Your mind drifted to your encounter with a coworker. You had had a few good moments where you flirted with him over a couple of weeks, and it had the potential to turn into something. But the day after you told Peter about it, you had gone to the office, only to be confronted by your would-be boyfriend.
He showed you a chain of texts, claiming you were off-limits and that you already had a boyfriend. You were confused at first, but then you recognized the number from which the messages had been sent, and you felt the color drain from your face. You had apologized to your co-worker, explaining it was your roommate's idea of a joke, but he seemed to think otherwise.
You had spent a long part of your work day simply thinking.
And now that you made an effort to think, you began to recall how every boy you had shown an interest in would suddenly start to distance themselves from you. It was college, so you figured no one wanted anything serious. But as the months went on and no boy seemed to take you seriously you had given up.
Maybe they all had someone threatening them as well?
Had Peter scared all those boys off? But why? Maybe he thought they weren't good enough for her?
Then again, the girls he had gone out with had all been wrong for him. Every last one of them. You ground your teeth as you thought about them, a frown creasing your forehead as you began to fix yourself a sandwich.
Whatever it was, you planned to confront Peter once he came back from patrol.
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You had only begun to spread your favorite condiment on the piece of bread, when you heard the sound of something, or rather someone landing on the roof. Your apartment was on the top floor, so that Peter could easily enter through the skylight, which he now did, dropping into the middle of the living room in view of the adjacent kitchen.
"Sandwich?" You asked without missing a beat as he removed his mask. He gave a sound of affirmation before walking towards the fridge to grab a water bottle. Once he had chugged the entire thing, he turned his attention towards you.
"I think I may have caused a couple to get engaged today." He said, looking through the cupboards as he hunted for something to snack on. You let out a small laugh. "And how did you make that happen?" You asked, starting to make a sandwich for him as well.
"Well I was chasing this pick-pocket and I found the ring he had stolen from the guy's pocket. I took it back and handed it to him in front of his girlfriend. I mean yeah she said yes and everything, but the guy was a little disappointed. Said he had a whole thing planned." You gave a small laugh. "Yeah but think about the story they'll tell people. That Spiderman brought her ring to her. Can't top that."
Done making his sandwich, you nudged the plate towards him as you moved to sit on the small dining table. It only had two chairs since you rarely had guests over. He took the other chair, and began to eat before he had even sat down.
"Peter? Remember that co-worker I was telling you about?" You asked, glancing up at him to gauge his reaction. He paused in between his bite, before shrugging.
"Vaguely." Oh he was lying, you could tell.
"Yeah he came to me today and showed me these texts. And they said that I already have a boyfriend when I clearly don't." You set down your sandwich to look at him. He began to fidget in his seat, a telltale sign that he was nervous. "And the funny thing was they all came from a very very familiar phone number." You fixed him with a look. "And I wandered if you knew anything about that."
You weren't angry, more confused as to why Peter would do that. He stared at you, lips parted. "Y-you honestly haven't figured out why I did it?" He asked, his tone disbelieving as he too stopped eating his sandwich. You shrugged. "Its the reason I'm asking isn't it?"
Peter pursed his lips before speaking. "Its because of the same reason you don't let a girl speak more then ten words to me." You frowned. "Girls talk to you plenty Peter." You said with a roll of your eyes, leaning back against the back of your chair as you did. "And what reason? Honestly you're not making any sense."
Peter blinked. "You honestly don't know?" You shrugged again and shook your head.
A long stretch of silence followed, in which the two of you continued to stare at one another. Though Peter's gaze was much more intense then you had ever seen. And despite your best efforts, you could feel the heat of a blush creeping along your skin.
A sound of a chair scraping against the floor, followed by two determined strides which brought Peter directly in front of you. With one hand on the table, and the other tenderly holding your chin with the finger and thumb, Peter leaned down to kiss you.
Your breath hitched, your heart raced, your brain turned to mush, your eyes widened, your body stiffened and your blood ran hot.
Just as quickly as the kiss had begun it ended, with Peter leaning back and smiling at you. "That's why." With a brief brush of his thumb against your lower lip he was gone, leaving you with a racing heart, conflicting emotions and a realization.
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A little while later you stood in front of his bedroom door, contemplating on whether you should knock or not.
Though that decision was lost to you once the door opened and there stood Peter. He paused at the threshold, probably not expecting you there.
The two of you were silent as you stared at one another. Suddenly you were looking at him in a new light. A light where every action every word and every gesture he had done in the past had had an underlying meaning behind it.
"Is there something there? Peter?" You asked, sounding a little unsure. He looked just as uncertain as you felt as he gave a small nod.
"There can be. If you want there to be." He added, leaving the entire decision up to you. Your heart raced and you gripped your hands. A shuddering breath fell from your lips before you closed your eyes. Gathering every ounce of strength that you had, you opened your eyes to meet his hopeful gaze.
"I do want something to be......there." His answering smile was wide and bright as he yanked you into a hug. You returned it with just as much emotion, burying your face in his neck and just inhaling his familiar scent.
"Though it might mean we'll have to honor the pact we made, since I won't ever be letting you go." You said against his skin, prompting him to laugh.
"There is no other place I'd rather be then by your side, Y/n." His words caused a pleased smile and a bright blush to stain your cheeks as you pulled back to give his chest a small smack.
"Don't go turning into a sap for me Peter."
"What? I'm not allowed to voice my undying devotion to you?"
"No! Peter just no!"
"I have defended your honor for so long, My Lady! And I shall die defending it."
"Get a grip Parker!"
"You wound me, Beloved."
"Stop it!"
He laughed as he foiled your attempt at escaping by wrapping an arm around your waist, and with a hand behind your head, he allowed your lips to align with his.
"Never!" He whispered, his breath hot against your sensitive lips. Your only reply was to close the distance left between the two of you, sealing your pact once again.
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Hello, was wondering if I could request headcanons about gn human reader and Neteyam best friends headcanons? Thank you!
of course! tysm for requesting. hope you like it <3
Human!Reader & Neteyam as Besties Headcanons
• due to being so close in age, it was quite easy for the two of you to get along
• the two of you are like this 🤞🏽 fr
• you two first met when spider decided to drag you out with him during one of his little adventures with lo’ak
• you were smaller than spider & neteyam thought that was so strange. you were roughly the size of a small na’vi toddler & could easily be hurt by the rough terrain of pandora. he immediately felt the urge to protect you.
• he never let you out of his sight that day, being very cautious where he stepped or where you went, not wanting to hurt you.
• he allowed you to ride on his back or shoulders so you could see higher than everyone else.
• the two of you ganged up on lo’ak & spider that day, causing the two boys to pout nearly all day. & you still do it all the time. you both raced the two boys that day & only won because neteyam picked you up last minute & rushed across the finish line.
• ever since then, you two were attached at the hip.
• has a bad habit of ruffling your hair as a sign of affection. it used to anger you to no end but eventually, you just got used to it & let him do it.
• loves taking you on ikran rides & seeing how you react.
• you two have matching bff bracelets that you made for each other that shit’s so cute bro
• neteyam is so paranoid that he’ll lose you whenever you’re hanging out due to the height difference so he makes you hold onto his last finger or makes you wear something in close relation to a backpack leash. you absolutely hate the backpack leash so you just hang onto his large hand or gently grab his tail as you two do whatever.
• you’re the first person he comes to whenever he’s frustrated with lo’ak & seeks your comfort after getting yelled at by his dad. at the end, you always tell him to stop taking the blame for lo’ak & have him face the consequences of his own actions.
• you both have matching beads in your hair as well fr
• you taught him the meaning of pinky promises when he saw you & spider do it. he always does it with you now, regardless of lacking a pinky.
• if you’re female bodied & have a period, poor boy would be so confused on what it meant & how it happens. always asking you questions about it too lol. but nonetheless, he’d try his best to help you in anyway he could to ease your pain. need a blanket? already has one in his arms. need some snacks? on it. craving some yovo fruit? climbing up a tree to get you some as we speak. need a shoulder to cry on? already dusting off his shoulder & sitting next to you so you can. neteyam’s so sweet 😭
• loves annoying you with his tail. he’ll purposely flick it in your face when you walk behind him, hitting you in your eye or cheek. any chance he gets, whack!. no hesitation.
• he taught you how to climb trees & highly regrets it. you nearly out climb him every single time he challenges you. he doesn’t know if he should be proud or angry that you, a human, is as good at climb as any other na’vi is. perhaps your name should’ve been spider instead of the socorro boy lol.
• drags you to dinner all the time. you’re always hesitant since you know of neytiri’s distaste for your kind so you try your best to keep your distance or make up an excuse to not go. but neteyam has none of it. he’ll drag you to family dinner if he has to.
• takes you fishing.
• the first time he did, you almost shot neteyam’s foot 😭. you got better over time obviously but he still flinches sometimes when a bow is put into your hands. boys lowkey traumatized fr.
• jake lowkey thinks of you as his own child 100%
• like, the man sees so much of himself in you that it’s kinda scary.
• you & teyam are definitely the trope opposites attract.
• he’s such a goody two shoes & is the golden child of his family, not a single hair out of place on his head. where as you, you’re more outspoken & adventurous than your friend.
• whenever jake yells at him in front of you, you make funny faces at him to try to get him to laugh, which results in the both of you being yelled at by him & trying so hard not to giggle in response.
• always begs to have some of your human food whenever he sleeps over. you gave him a singular potato chip once & boy went feral over it afterwards. he lowkey loves human food, especially the ones he isn’t supposed to eat lol.
• sleepovers also happen once every week or two. like, it’s a must at this point. he likes seeing how tou get ready for bed & go through your little nightly routine. humans are so different from na’vi & he finds it so interesting.
• during your sleepovers, it mostly consists of hushed whispers as you sneak into the secret stash norm had hidden away, gushing about lab & clan gossip, & making each other even more friendship bracelets.
• overall, such a supportive & amazing friendship between the two of you <3
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Can you do an Usopp x reader where Y/N was one of the toys he released in Dressrosa and she’s just been “sneakily” following him to try and work up the courage to say she’s devoting herself to her savior, God Usopp, and basically becomes his silly little cheerleader?
Devotee ↠ Usopp x Reader
➼ Word Count » 0.7k
➼ Warnings » None
➼ Genre » Romantic, Fluff
You poked your head around the corner in awe at the long-nosed man. You'd been following for a couple of days now, and could tell he planned on leaving soon with all the crates he and his friends had been carrying onto their boat. The thought alone made you nervous. What would you do without him? Your savior, gone away on a boat to who knows where, and you hadn't even thanked him yet. It was criminal, really, and you knew you'd regret your entire life if you couldn't manage to work up the courage to, at the very least, say hi to the man.
You couldn't help the sigh that left your lips as you watched his bandaged-self work. What you wouldn't give to be held in his arms ── what you wouldn't give to have him simply shoot a glance in your direction.
You felt your face heat up as he indirectly gave in to your request, turning curiously at your skittish movements he happened to have caught in the corner of his eye. You immediately moved to hide fully behind the wall, back firmly held against the scratchy brick as you tried to ease your breathing.
You were about to peer back out to see if he'd noticed you when you heard the voice come from overhead.
"Hi there," Usopp smiled, now directly above you on the crumpled wall you had hidden behind. It no doubt was someone's house before the atrocities that had been enacted just recently. His head rested in his hands as he stared down at you, although his smile had dropped now that he realized how terrified you looked. "Are.. are you alright?"
You nodded a lot quicker than you had meant to, your eyes wide at the prospect of being under the gaze of a deity ── your deity. You didn't deserve this treatment from your Lord, you'd hardly done anything to warrant such luck from the universe.
"O-Oh! Yes! Why wouldn't I be?"
His beautiful eyes glanced uncertainly into your own while you tried to take in as much of him as you could, eyes darting every which way to ensure you didn't miss a single detail on the perfect man before you.
He shrugged, "You just seem kinda... jumpy. I'd hate to leave any of the locals in fear for their lives, especially when the Great Usopp is still around to defend them," He chuckled proudly, although, he doubted he'd be able to do any real defending considering the state he'd been left in. No matter, Sanji would be more than willing to help, he was somewhat sure of it.
"I-I've decided to devote myself to you fully," You finally blurted out, "I don't have anywhere else to go, please, let me serve you, my Lord."
Usopp sputtered at your words as he fell from the wall, making the short trip around to confront you more directly.
"W-what are you t-talking about??" He gripped your shoulders in his hands as he stared at you with genuine concern.
"You saved my life, it's the least I could do," You answered, bowing your head obediently. "Let me go with you, I want to help you in any way I can."
"N-No! Stop talking like that!"
"I know I'm new to the religion, but I promise I'm a fast learner."
"What religion?? I-I thought we freed you already?? You can go home now!" He reminded, hands shaking as his hold on your lightened.
"You did! That's why I'll help you with whatever you need!"
He winced, praying that this was all just an honest mistake and not another one of his lies that went wildly out of control again. "W-well, I'm... uh sure we could find a spot for you."
He had no idea how he was going to fix this as he walked rigidly back to the ship, you following loyally behind him. How would he even explain this to the crew? What would Robin say?? But you were so determined and gleeful... he didn't think he had it in him to turn you away.
He ran a stressed hand down his face as thought up ways to solve this issue while you walked beside him with your knife out, ready to lunge the second he gave you the command. Hopefully this solution would come sooner rather than later.. but with his luck? He highly doubted it.
"This lighting does wonders to you, my Lord."
"Please, don't call me that..."
#one piece#one piece oneshot#usopp op#usopp#op usopp#usopp x reader#one piece usopp#usopp one piece#op usopp x reader#usopp op x reader#usopp fluff#usopp oneshot
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Almost Famous review/analysis
NOT professional, just enthusiastic
Almost Famous - 2000 - Cameron Crowe
I find it hilarious how a 15 year old and a 30- something can both fall for a 16 year old and both have a chance or actual involvement with her, like sex, the 30 something had sex for a year with a now 16 year old then 15 year old, this is a problem, it truly is, 1973 or 2000 or 2023 its a problem, al though the movie is set 1973 where this is very likely to had happened, you know drugs, alcohol, rock an roll baby, (with minors all around……. Girl minors(chicks)….fully grown men…. Married!) so anyway I wouldn’t want the movie to sugarcoat the reality that this was(is?,ew), but also not romanticize illegal activities with minors! And grown men!. So… getting that out of the way, I loved the film, the mother was a little too much to be honest, but really loved it. Obviously Penny Lane was the most interesting person there, none of the band were interesting nor appealing, even the kids… even VIC was more interesting, VIC! Honestly I was very surprised how William managed to keep his cool during some of the scenes, you know if you literal dream about being a rock writer and meeting all these musicians and suddenly you got the gig and you’re there, in the same hotel as fucking David Bowie, and you’re just there.. standing there, with a fucking poker face, HOW?! Seriously howwwwww?! Since the whole point of William is that he isn’t cool like they made sure you know that, with that scene where he’s talking on the phone with Lester bangs, he’s definitely not supposed to be cool but the poker face, that was cool, every single time. My favorite besides penny lane, (we’ll get to penny lane I promise).. definitely was the constant battle of everyone deciding to either be who they think they are or who others think they should be, it was funny and relatable, we’ve all been there, and everyone wants the same thing (at least in this movie) to be cool, ….oh to be cool…., more than an actual personality it's just an essence a way in which you move or talk or blink… only if you are cool… which you’re kinda born with, there’s no way to achieve it, that’s why everyone wants it.
Penny Lane, i don’t know why they just couldn’t have said she was 23 or something, why the fuck would they say she’s 16, and she goes to morroco by herself! At fucking sixteen when everyone else is in school, getting pimples and a job at seven eleven, you can’t even leave the county alone at sixteen. For the sake of my sanity I’m just going to pretend Penny Lane is the same age as Kate Hudson when she played her, which is twenty one. So, anyway, penny lane…. Where to start… honestly you have probably seen a million characters like her, you know, the girl, the girl everyone is fighting so desperately not to fall in love with, oh so hopeless, she’s got it all, the beauty, the brains, the witty commentary with the references you have to google, and of course! Also the abandonment issues, daddy issues, mommy issues, she’s like a miracle you just can’t believe she’s this amazing and this damaged… what's not to love! But honestly she’s sweet and kind and considerate, you know, in the way you wished you were, the kind of way no person that attractive should be, and we all see how amazing she is…… but her, that’s the thing! The thing every writer HAS TO put in…. She is blissfully unaware of her “unique” perfection, she is just so perfectly imperfect, but not in a Disney princess kind of way, ugh no, I mean, we are still talking rock an roll here, obviously she sleeps around, she kisses and flirts, but you know in a cute way, in a “I don’t care” way, in a “you wish” way, either you wish you were her… living your life to its full potential or you wish she was yours. I think it's funny the kinds of names they always and I mean ALWAYS put to these types of characters, penny lane…. That’s easily one of the worst full of charm and personality names I’ve heard, let's go over the list, I mean, Clementine… really… Now there’s actual people naming their daughters clementine and it's all thanks to Michel Gondry, who else.. lets see Ramona flowers, eh kinda normal, there’s like 10 quirky girls named summer, cause it’s just the best, I mean, THE BEST season (hair flip), honestly every Zooey deschanel character deserves a spot, oh i just remembered her actual real name is Lady…. She actually chose to be Penny Lane, Ha! I wonder if lady bird got the inspo, I mean, LADY BIRD, that’s it….I’m done, anyway, loved the film, it literally talked nothing about music and that to me is golden.
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4:30am venting : ever si ce I regained like 40 or 50 pounds my body dysmorphia is really really bad . I’m in a relationship for the first time in my life and I feel like when we go out people will think “ damn she just have a good personality “ I feel so ugly in comparison to his exes and just other women. It makes me feel like less of a woman kinda like the one thing I’m supposed to do is drip and ooze pure feminine( not everyone I enjoy being very hyper fem you may do as you please judgement free zone ! :) ) he always reassured me that I was almost made to be a him he enjoys every part of me but that’s thing w body dysmorphia is no matter how many time you say it I feel disgusting
I don’t even feel worthy of direct eye contact I don’t want to be looked at . I didn’t delete all my pictures on IG or start posting way less on tiktok for a “ re launch “ I hate looking at myself for too long and I also didn’t enjoy watching me get more and more gross . ALSO I WANT TO BE CLEAR THERE IS NOTHING WRONG OR GROSS ABOUT GAINING WEIGHT / YOUR BODY CHANGING ! It’s just taking some getting used to. I have no energy ever so when I do go to the gym I can’t do a lot bc I’m always so tired. I also bc this is my first relationship and I don’t reallly talk about my feelings w him bc I feel like I’m annoying but idk how to tell him w him thinking he’s not doing enough bc he goes above and beyond.
None of my clothes fit and bc I was unemployed for a year bc I went to school I couldn’t afford to buy new clothes the year my body decided to regain 40 pounds. I physically can’t get a single one of my pants that has zippers or buttons I can only wear leggings and sweat pants again there’s nothing wrong w gaining weight I’m just very uncomfortable in my body
I just look in the mirror ( very very rarely) and sob sometimes bc I hate every part of myself from my mannerisms, my voice , my teeth , my hair , my boobs , the way I’m annoying and can’t shut up I hate everything about me idk what to do. I try to treat and take care of myself but at least 2x a week I cry about how I look. I hate my face I haven’t looked at myself in prob 3 days besides on videos I record for tiktok and it’s in dim lighting and I look awful. I hate feeling this way I don’t even feel worthy of the love he’s trying to give me I feel like a bad partner and ungrateful when I promise I’m not. Moral of it I’m just sad , really sad. So if y’all don’t really see me besides on Twitter or in comment sections it’s bc I just don’t want anyone to really look at me tbh. And if you do see me it will only be with makeup on from now on. Lashes at the least love y’all but I have to feel like myself
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Perfect ((RiseTMNT OneShot))
Raph x Oc (( Actual OneShot under the note and under the cut ))
Note: So, I finally decided to write a oneshot for my little collection! And, would you look at that, it's for my recent hyperfixation... 😂
Anyhoo, this is my first oneshot. If anyone has tips or constructive criticism, just let me know!
Here's a link to my collection on Quotev if anyone's interested:
And now, for the actual content. It's all under the cut!
(( 1,771 Words )) (( The picture is the oc ))
They started as friends. The turtles met her through April; the girls worked together as actresses in The Laughy Fun-Time Hour With Mrs. Cuddles. Candace followed her friend to the sewers, concerned that April would lose her job after "borrowing" Mrs. Cuddles. Of course, there was a lot of surprise on both sides, but Candace found her place immediately, and the boys were more than happy to have another human friend.
"Uuuuuhhhh...... So...... Guys, this is Candace; everyone on set calls her Candy. Candy, these are my friends."
"Are they...... turtles?"
"....... Yeah. ......."
"....... Okay. I can live with that."
Really, it was all downhill from that day forward. When April's and the brothers' prank on Raph made the poor guy tear up, Candy stepped in. Raph took one look at her wide, concerned, gorgeous eyes, and he fell in love instantly. The alligator snapping turtle was a stuttering mess for a good two months, and every little thing she did drew his attention. Then Leo worked his magic, and the two became a "thing."
While a bit more clingy than before, not a single thing had changed. Raph was still a stuttering mess whenever Candy walked in, and that's not where it ends, either. Raph can't just name one thing that drives him crazy about Candy. He's tried to work it out, too.
"There's always something about her!" He's told himself.
"I can never focus when she's around..." He's told a frustrated Donnie.
"What is it, Raph?" Leo's teased. "Her looks? Her smile? Her laugh?"
"It's everything!" Raph would retort, his face as red as his mask as he muttered, "She's just... So distracting..."
In walks Dr. Feelings with his brand new rehashing of his seminar, "Hug It Out."
"You're working yourself up too much!" He told his older brother. "You need to let yourself enjoy this feeling, not think it to death!" He flicked to the next slide of his presentation. "Now, how about we name a few things about Candy that 'get to you'. Then, try telling me how they make you feel."
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Well, first of all, she's always walking around barefooted. Even on the streets of New York, even in the grossest parts of the sewer system, Raph has never seen her with her shoes on. He knows she has some; she's got plenty of sandals and one pair of sneakers in her room, and one pair of backup flip-flops in his room. But, even after being told how dangerous walking around without shoes could be, she refuses to wear them unless she absolutely has to.
And she's so stubborn!
"Candy, baby, please put some shoes on! You have no idea what kind of stuff you're gonna step on down here!"
Every time, without missing a beat, no matter who was telling her to put her shoes on, she would smile.
"I've been doing this for years. I promise, you have nothing to worry about. And, besides..."
She would lift a foot to show off her soles, regardless of how dirty they may have been.
"I've got calluses! Nature's favorite shoe!"
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Then, there's her voice.
Oh, god, her voice!
Raph swears that she's got the voice of an angel. To be honest, none of the turtles could say they disagreed, so it kinda speaks for itself. She's always singing, and she's always dancing along to whatever melody's leaving her lips.
Now, she's never been the best dancer. Splinter could beat her any day of the week on that one. But if her voice came with her awkward shuffling and spinning into walls, then there was no argument coming her way.
Now, if only she'd put on some dang shoes to stop her from stubbing her toes. Again!
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And she's always there when Raph needs her. In a panic, in tears, in anger, it doesn't matter; she's right there with a hug, a gentle melody, and the perfect words to bring him back to earth. And, with her scary-accurate gauge of the emotions of people around her, "Savage Raph" hasn't been seen in a good while.
Her cuddle-bug tendencies lined up well with Raph's clingy nature. Raph's memorized her favorite song after listening to her humming in his ear. He's had plenty of practice, and he can braid hair almost as well as she can. Then, to no one's surprise, really, Candy taught Raph how to knit.
His anxiety's been at an all-time low, and even Donnie can be spotted wearing one of Raph's homemade sweaters when the temperature of New York drops.
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The biggest thing, though? Is it her looks, or her smile, or her laugh? Actually, no, it's not.
"Hey, Candy," Raph walked past the kitchen opening. "Have you seen my ma-- "
Hearing voices and music in the room he'd just passed, he froze. He took a couple steps back. Then, he looked at the sight before him.
His brothers and his girlfriend were all crowded around the island. Candy's hair was pulled into a bun on the top of her head with Raph's spare mask, and she was wearing one of Mikey's spare aprons that read, "Don't bother me. I'm unleashing the flavor!" Mikey stood to her left, wearing another apron that read, "One Shell U'va Chef!" Donnie was spouting some kind of scientific facts about flour and cookies, facing a holographic screen projected from his wrist. A portion of his battle shell was hovering close by, playing an instrumental of Candy's favorite song, America's "Ventura Highway." Then, Leo was wearing two giant, pink oven mitts, carrying a tray of fresh cookies.
"You see," Donnie spoke up, leaning to the left slightly to avoid Leo's arms as the red-eared slider put the tray on the table. "Although bleached and unbleached flours are interchangeable in cookie recipes, it is worth noting that the bleaching process changes protein structures."
Candy leaned forward, against the table, listening to Donnie with an encouraging grin on her face.
"This results in less formation of gluten in batter than doughs made using bleached flour."
Mikey was doing the same, but Raph could tell it was mostly out of politeness.
"Therefore, it is better to use unbleached flour when you want to create a more chewy texture."
Leo, on the other hand, was rolling his eyes as he removed the oven mitts from his three-fingered hands.
"Although," Donnie continued, scrolling down. "using whole-grain flour, like whole wheat, is another baking alternative. It would be -- "
"Boooooooooooring!" Leo smoothly interrupted, shoving the mitts onto Donnie's hands.
Donnie's eye twitched.
"Besides," Leo smirked, reaching for a cookie. "I'm sure they'll taste amazing either way! I mean, a tag-team recipe from Mikey and Candy?" He grabbed the one that had the most chocolate chips. "What does it matter what flour they used?"
While Donnie, silently fuming at being interrupted once more, put the mitts in their respective drawer, Raph noticed Mikey's face fall into a frown.
"Hold on, Leo!" The youngest turtle cried, pushing himself slightly off the floor. "We agreed that I could have the first one! I helped bake them!"
Before Leo could say a word, Candy had a hand on his forearm. "He's right, Leo." Her face wasn't pushy, or annoyed, or even patronizing; it was patient. "We all agreed that he could have the first one. It's only fair."
She held out her hand. Leo huffed, but dropped the cookie into her palm, anyway. She silently put it back on the tray.
"Thanks, Candy!" Mikey's smile almost glowed.
"Aaaaaand?" Candy propped her chin on her hand, raising an eyebrow at the boy.
Raph couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
"Oh!" Mikey turned his grin to his brothers across the table. "Thanks for letting me have the first one, guys."
Leo sighed, but still managed to crack a smile. "Yeah, sure. No problem."
"Yeah, sure. It's not like I'll be having any." Donnie chimed in, stopping at his previous space in between Candy and Leo and crossing his arms.
"What? You're not having any?" Candy gasped dramatically, her hand pressed against her chest. "The audacity!"
The spiny softshell turtle sighed, meeting Candy's eye with his usual, blank expression. "This is not a slight on yours or Michael's baking skills. I'm just not really in the mood for sweets today, is all."
"Hey," Candy let her hand drop back to the table. "Don't worry about it, Donnie. I was just messing with you. Besides, it's not like we'll be able to eat them right now, anyways. We have to wait for them to cool off fir -- "
"Oww! Hot! Hot! Hot!"
The three teens around the table and the one at the door flinched as Mikey shouted, a cookie falling from his mouth onto the floor. Realizing exactly what had happened, none of them could help but laugh.
"You think the chef would know better!" Donnie forced his comment out, past his laughter, as he leaned against his "twin" for support.
Leo leaned against Donnie as well, lifting his mask slightly to wipe the tears from his eyes.
The ornate box turtle, on the other hand, could be found with a pout on his face, dramatically puffed-up cheeks, and his tongue hanging out. "Tsotsally mot phummy, guysth!"
Then, while all of this was happening, Raph watched with a warm smile as Candy walked towards the fridge. She was laughing just as hard as the other two, only reducing her laughter to chuckles as she opened the freezer door. Her face fell into a look of confusion, seeing as the turtles didn't own an icetray (for some godforsaken reason). However, she only shrugged her shoulders and broke a small piece of ice from the freezer "floor." Then, as she walked towards the trio of laughing and arguing turtles at the kitchen island, she rubbed the small piece of ice between her fingers to soften the sharp edges. She tapped the ice against Mikey's tongue, bringing the brothers' conversation to an end.
She smirked, giving Leo a look from the corner of her eye. "You needed a chill-pill?"
Leo started laughing even harder, Donnie groaned, and Mikey gratefully shoved the ice into his mouth to soothe the burn on his tongue. Candy watched the three boys with a smile on her face. The room was practically overflowing with love and happiness, and Raph couldn't get enough of it.
Really, what more could he ever want? He has a loving partner that compliments him in all the best ways, and she loves his brothers, his family, just as much as he does. Candy, in Raph's eyes, is nothing short of Perfect.
#oneshot#not a request#writers#writers on tumblr#fanfiction#fanfic#rise raph#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#raphael#oc
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late night shopping with the mcyts
⋆｡˚ summary: you want late night snacks and decide to drag your favorite streamer along with you
⋆｡˚ pairings: cc!dream x reader, cc!george x reader, cc!sapnap x reader, cc!karl jacobs x reader, cc!quackity x reader, cc!wilbur x reader, cc!niki x reader, cc!tubbo x reader (platonic), cc!ranboo x reader (platonic), cc!tommy x reader (platonic)
⋆｡˚ warnings: none
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Dream
he’s probably down with it, seeing how late he normally stays up
tries to smuggle patches into the car
mopes if you make him leave her at home
refuses to let you pay even if it’s like $3
annoys the worker at the register with his constant wheezing
like sir it’s midnight, please cut the college student some slack
“Look *wheeze* it’s called *wheeze* it’s called sugar balls *wheeeezee*”
George
gonna be completely honest, he refuses
like he’s just been woken up and you think he’s going to get in a car and shop for snacks
if you manage to drag him to the store through some miracle, he’s still not happy
he’ll totally whine the whole time, asking if your done yet and constantly telling you how tired he is
“Come onnnnn… I’m so tiredddd! How long does it take you to pick something out?”
Sapnap
he agrees but only after you promise to buy him a snack too
holds onto your sleeve because he’s still tired from being woken up and doesn’t want to get lost in the store
stands really close to you and kinda slumps onto you while you pick a snack
he’s just tired and clingy and he wants to get back home but he likes hanging out with you
“Fine, fine, I’ll come… but only if you promise to buy me something too.”
Karl
let’s be honest, he’s the one who asks
he somehow ran low on his never ending monster supply and you’re the solution
picks out a flavor for you to try with him
definitely turns the snack run into a night drive
lets you pick the music and sings along with you
“What the honk? They don’t have my flavor! Looks like we have to go to the next store.”
Quackity
there's 2 types of situations
if you wake him up, he's fairly quite the whole time just picking out his snacks and crashing the second he gets back into bed
if he was already up, you're in for a long night
runs around the whole store and picks up every single thing he sees
peers at you through the aisles and scares you when you round the corner
"What do you mean I can't get wintergreen, spearmint and cool mint? How am I supposed to tell them apart?"
Wilbur
whether or not he's driving, he is 100% in charge of the music
sings softly in the car, promises he won't fall asleep at the wheel
points out the stars when you step out of the car
keeps his hand on the small of your back while you shop
definitely rests his head on you if you stand still for more that 0.1 second
just sits in the car with you, sharing snacks, talking
he could talk with you all night
tries to remember every little moment, wants to write a song about it
"Can you see that? I think that's our star, it's almost as pretty as you y'know."
Niki
she's very sleepy if you wake her up, so she won't quite know what's going on but still goes with you
if she's already awake when you ask her, it's pretty much the same vibe
very chill, minimal talking, calm music on the ride there
she'll share her headphones with you so you're still connected even when you're in different aisles
she just likes making memories with you y'know
you and her fight over who brings the bags to the car
she wins
pulls you over to the security camera and takes a couple pictures of the two of you
"Oh, you look so cute in this one! Do you think I should post it?"
Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo (platonic)
don’t ask them
for the love of god don’t ask them
it’s a disaster, of course it’s a disaster
Tommy somehow managed to get his hands on the biggest bottle of Diet Coke you’ve ever seen
Ranboo is struggling to hold Tubbo back from the lighters as the short boy mutters something about arson
you just wanted a snack
it’s a miracle if you don’t get kicked out
“Tommy I’m going to kill you.” “No, Tubbo put the scissors down”
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May I request a reaction(?)/headcanon?
(twst boiz }:‑))
Rook, Sebek, Idia, Jack and Azul reacting to a secretly ripped reader.
Explanation!: Reader wears a lot if oversized stuff, lazy af, tends to skip PE classes and etc. You know acting like they're weak and stuff while in reality they're just lazy. For some reason Vargas saw the potential and the true power in reader, so he decided to add them to the team of [insert a really brutal sport or smt]. Everyone r like: "Y?? They weak!" When it's Readers time to enter the game, they take their hoodie off and omG those muscles. I swear someone fainted right on spot. And someone went 🧎🤰 After Absolutely destroying opponents team, they're just like "ok, I did the thing! Now I want my super duper rare chips".
A/N: This is such a creative premise, thank you for sending it!!
MC goes by they/them pronouns :)
Warnings: none except that MC takes off their shirt
Honestly Y/N was known to be one of the most laziest people on campus, so lazy that it even rivaled Leona! Which there has to be some form of intervention for them because it’s just getting out of hand. And while it benefitted in certain situations, such as annoying Grim to actually start moving his lazy ass around the house, or bullies leaving them alone since Y/N couldn’t bother to muster a reaction.
However they continued to skip P.E classes, and just all around not doing anything. So it came to a surprise that when they were called to Vargas’ office.
“Wait. Y/N where are you going?” Ace questioned, as their friend went with their backpack toward the door.
“I got an interview with Vargas for something. Watch Grim for me please, later” they replied relaxed. And while both Deuce and Ace questioned what their friend was going to be interviewed for, the pair just looked at each other, shrugged and went back to their schoolwork.
Once Y/N got to Vargas’ office, they sat on the chair on the other side of his desk. The student gazed at the sports paraphernalia on the walls, before Vargas started talking.
“Well Y/N, I bet you’re wondering why I called to talk to you?” He asked.
“Yup” the student said, keeping their answers short and concise.
“You tend to skip my classes a great amount, and while both you and Grim are enrolled as one student your lack of participation is dropping your grade,” Vargas said while standing up.
Y/N started to feel bad, sure they didn’t really care to participate but they didn’t want to inconvenience Grim.
“But, I will promise you one thing, I can feel the potential in you Y/N!” the man said excitedly, slightly spooking you. “As a man who is incredible person overflowing with talent,” Vargas started,
‘Wowee, pretty narcissistic’ you thought, but then you started to pay attention again.
“I can see greatness within others, it’s almost like my 6th sense. And I can feel it within you. Now all I ask of you Y/N, is that you participate in the Great Dodging Tournament try outs. And I will raise your grade” The older man offered, Vargas really believed in you.
And that really put a smile on your face, “You know what, I’ll do it.”
“Thanks kiddo!” the man boomed with a great smile on his face while ruffling your head.
I mean, if he’s this excited you can try for him.
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It was tryouts, Deuce and Ace were a little apprehensive for Y/N to be participating. I mean the Great Dodging Tournament involves one person dodging great magical attacks from the opposite team, in order to get at least one of the balls from the other team. And while you didn’t technically need magical powers to compete, it certainly did help.
“Y/N L/N, you’re up!” It was their turn. Whispers broke out, everyone didn’t understand why they were even allowed to participate.
“Have you even seen them run?” Someone whispered.
The heat was rising despite it being the afternoon, “Damn, I’m getting hot” Y/N says and they start to strip, taking off their oversized shirt.
What came to a great surprise was their physique, incredibly ripped abs. Strong shoulders, back and arms now exposed to everyone.
They did absolutely fantastic for their tryouts, moving across the field with great speed, dodging every single attack and they were able to take 2 out of the 7 balls from the other team. Y/N was excellent, and absolute essential to the Great Dodging Tournament team. Every person was in great shock, they didn’t even break a sweat.
“Alrightie! Now where’s my snacks?” They said, sitting down on the bench.
Rook:
-Oh mon cherie, what have you been hiding from him? ~
-Rook had alot of information on almost everyone at the school, so this definitely came to a shock to him
-A strong advocate for keeping them shirtless all the time
-I mean Y/N lays around all the time, they might as well look good while doing it
-It's just him and Sebek arguing (well it's Sebek who is actually arguing) about what Y/N should do once they come back: Shirt or no shirt?
-He’s very impressed with their strengt and willpower to get that physique
-Very mischievously looks down at Y/N while they complete their audition
-Rook I love you but what are you planning-
Sebek:
-He goes bright red, and starts yelling at Y/N to put a shirt on
-”I-it’s inappropriate for you to be walking around like this! Do you humans not have any shame?!”
-”D-don’t come closer! I don’t want a hug from you!”
-W-what? How could he miss that this mere human held this much power?
-He was incredibly observant (or so he claimed)
-Sebek didn’t know weak, puny humans could possess that type of strength
-If Y/N as a non-magic user were able to obtain this level of power, you were a threat
-Definitely not intimidated by them (he lowkey is intimidated by them)
-While he’s still incredibly opposed to Y/N’s lazy behaviors, he has a newfound respect for them
-Later on he thinks about it more and is marching to their dorm inorder to force them into doing more powerful stuff
-”YOU COULD HAVE GREAT LEVELS OF POWER, JUST WORK YOU LAZY HUMAN!”
-” Naw man, but since you’re up can you get the tv remote? It’s pretty far.”
Idia:
-Of course this happens the one time he goes outside in person!
-Erupts into flames and has a bright ass blush
-Has Ortho calm down his flames with his built in fans
-Idia literally hides inside his hoodie so that no one could notice him
-But I mean it’s kinda hard since at this point he’s looks like a campfire but go off-
-He literally can’t look Y/N in the eyes omg
-Idia tries to talk to them but he just ends up spluttering
-He thought that Y/N had put their shirt back on so he takes his head out of his hoodie and NOPE they still have it off and the cycle of embarrassment repeats
-Idia manages to compliment Y/N, comparing them to a powerful anime character from a show he watched
-The man cannot look at Y/N the same anymore now that he knows what’s under all that baggy clothing
Jack:
-Jack definitely did not see this coming
-Can admit that he is a little flustered (Alot of people teased him since his tail started to wag at the sight of Y/N’s body
-He couldn’t imagine the Y/N he knows doing all of this activity, let alone dodging such powerful magic attacks with this much skill
-They’re a perfect candidate for the team and Jack grows really passionate about you wanting to pursue sports
-Has alot more respect for you
-He will drag Y/N to do a bunch of brutally, active shit with him since the whole “I’m too weak” jig is up
-”Jack pls no”
-”But when you were soaring through the air during Dodging tryouts I heard no complaints. Get your ass up, Y/N”
-While their P.E grade is saved, at what cost?
Azul:
-Azul thought that it was going to be a fun little attempt on Y/N’s part
-Were they joking? I mean he’s never seen them move a muscle for extracurricular activities like sports. Honestly-
-And oh dear oh it’s them shirtless
-Azul is so caught off guard
-He turns away so that Floyd and Jade don’t see his face, but those sneak boys know what’s going on
-”Boss you’re so red!”
-”Ooooh, are you flustered by shrimpy taking off their shirt~”!
-So that’s what you’ve been hiding under your clothing!
-He’s very impressed by your strength, Azul is wondering why you decided to hide it?
-Are you involved in shady business too? Hence why you’re laying low? (Sounds like projection but okay Azul-)
-He’s also thinking about getting you to sign some form of deal so that they can take advantage of your strength (Sorry Y/N)
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Cold Hands, Warm Chassis (Pt2) - Sun/Moon x GN!Reader
(Part #1) (Part #3)
Summary: You finally got Sun outside! As you both enjoy the snow, you don’t realize something a bit more interesting is on the horizon for you. That, and you get to give Sun the surprise you promised him. (This is part 2 of ?)
Warnings: None, just a big ol’ pile of fluff. This fic is gender-neutral and I use he/they pronouns for Sun and Moon!
Word Count: 4884
A/N: My goodness, thank you all so much for the love and support on the first part of this fic! I thrive off of comments and likes/reblogs. I’ll keep this story going until I can’t think of anything else to add to it! I actually have two more parts planned after this one. I also am open for suggestions and fic requests, so don’t be shy! I hope you enjoy this chapter, you guys rock. I really kinda went crazy with this one, lemme know how it goes! ⚙️
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Sun was in shock, literally. The vision he was beholding had swept awe through his body. Every single process and simulation had ended with a sudden jolt. He would never admit to you he had been running simulations the whole way there. Projected temperature fluctuations, moisture level trajectories, heck Moon even started bringing up stock images of snowfall to look at before they went outside. It was something they were good at; looking for answers and information about a new experience before they came into contact with it. This allowed for them to keep a level-head when faced with new, and most times scary situations.
Admittedly, faced with the real deal, they seized up. This was a situation that they were very much NOT expecting. No amount of preparation and poured-over data would have been enough to steel them for this moment. Even Moon had been rendered completely silent at their surroundings. All they could do was stand there and take it all in. A perfectly plump layer of snow coats the ground and surrounding buildings. It’s eerily quiet between the occasional gusts of wind, almost as if everyone on the Earth has bundled up in their houses for the day. Sun thinks he can almost hear your heartbeat cutting through the snowfall. Almost. Just the thought of it grounds him, and in turn grounds Moon within him. He can tell Moon is soothed by the cold temperatures with the way his mind clears. It was like lifting a warm blanket that had been stifling his brain. An undoubtedly strange feeling, yet not one he was going to dwell upon.
You can tell it’s a lot for the two of them. All you can do is crane your neck upwards to stare at the side of Sun’s face. Even if he’s perpetually hunched, he’s way taller than you. The only movement is the snow falling in complex patterns around you both, creating the illusion of being in a freshly shaken snow globe. Moon pipes up in their head, mumbling something along the lines of maybe we should have looked more into snow globes. He elects to say nothing more, falling back into a comfortable silence. Sun barely cocks his head to the side as you speak up.
“Sooooooo… is it everything you had hoped for? Do you guys like it?” You give his hand a squeeze, attempting to get some form of acknowledgement out of him. In hindsight, you’d never seen him this engrossed with something. I mean sure, he’d been wrapped up in paintings and dance parties pretty deeply before. However, usually a quick tap to his shoulder or a shout of his name got his attention lighting fast. In this moment, nothing seemed to enrapture him so wholly. Something about knowing this fact feels wrong somehow. It was very much against daycare protocol. He had to be acutely aware of where everyone and everything was at all times. If he was ever this lost in something, it could mean disaster. Thankfully this is outside of the daycare and away from prying eyes. You decide to file this new knowledge away for now. Maybe you’d bring it up to them later for a deeper conversation. Right now was all about Sun and Moon, and you were going to keep it that way.
You chuckle at his lack of an answer. Instead you elect to drop his hand and rush toward the treeline, skidding to a stop behind one of the massive pine trees dotting the outskirts of the Plex. As Sun slowly comes out of his daze to track your movement, you set to work. Scooping up a large handful of snow, you shape it into a ball. You peek out from behind the tree just in time to see… nothing. Sun is gone. In a rush of panic you step out from behind the tree to scan for him. Oh how big of a mistake that was. In a flash of white you’re being pelted by at least a hundred snow balls from your left. The sound of Sun giggling cuts through the air, frantic jingles from his bells accompanying it. A perfectly timed shot hits you square in the chest, toppling you over dramatically into a bank of soft snow.
Now its Sun’s turn to panic. Did he hit you too hard, were you okay?! He slinks out from behind his own tree and skips to your aide. Moon scoffs in his head. Jeez, you didn’t hit them THAT hard. Sun shushes him, anxiety rising in his circuits as he closes the gap between the two of you. As he’s kneeling to assess the damage, you sit up and chuck your snowball at his chest. It lands with a sharp thud, causing Sun to mimic your dramatics.
“OOOOOOH NOOOOOO! Sunbeam, how COULD you do such a thing?! BETRAYAL! BETRAYALLLL!”
He starts giggling, kneeling fully to scoop you into his arms. Standing, he spins the two of you, all the while howling like a madman. You giggle at his antics, heart full to bursting. If this was his reaction to snow, oh BOY did you have new ideas. How would he react to rain, or an aquarium, a bonfire, or even stargazing? All the things that got you excited were sure to excite him too. Maybe someday you could get clearance to take him home with you. Then you could take BOTH of them anywhere your little heart desired. Share these special moments with them, one at a time.
After lots of spinning and even more laughter, he stops with a bit of a wobble. The two of you idle there a moment, watching the snow fall around you. You place your ear against Sun’s chest to hear the delighted ticking of his servos within. Just as the sound of your heartbeat calmed him, the sound of his own calmed you. Snowflakes cascade down to land on Sun’s arms and shoulders. You reach out, brushing them away before they can melt. He makes a noise of contemplation, holding one of his hands outwards to catch some of the falling snow. The both of you watch as snow accumulates within his massive palm. Sun leans in close to inspect the uniqueness of each flake before they inevitably dissolve away. He flicks the pool of water out of his palm, causing his bells to jingle ever so slightly.
“Hey… how did you do that earlier?”
Sun perks up, his rays shifting left and right as he tries to understand what you’re asking him. You huff, wiggling in his hold like an angry toddler. Your little display makes him tighten his grasp on you, if only a little.
“What do you mean Sunbeam? Did I do something wrong?!” His rays droop, face mere inches from yours.
“No Sun of course not! You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m just surprised is all! How did you get behind that tree so fast without making a SINGLE sound?” Your question hangs heavy in the air. Suddenly, Sun starts to laugh uncontrollably.
“HAHA! My little friend, it’s the same phenomenon as cats with bells on their collars! I’ve learned to… how you say… work around the jingle of my bells. That’s how I’m so good at hide and seek with the kids. They always think it’ll be an easy game, but I know how to be quiet, yes yes!!!”
You sigh at his answer, crossing your arms. Of course you can’t be angry with him. Even if he did scare you, he didn’t do it on purpose. I guess he has a lot more tricks up his hypothetical sleeves than you ever thought possible. With one more huff for good measure, you relax into his hold. He was warm, but you caught just the slightest shiver in his form. Without asking, you unwrap your scarf from your neck. Sun stoops his head downward as you tut at him.
“You should have told me you were getting cold! Here, keep this on until we go back inside. Your heat diversion vents are under your collar right? This should keep the excess heat from escaping for now. And besides… you match!”
He hums in approval. Once you had thoroughly encased his neck with the scarf, he places you gently back onto the snow-covered ground.
“WOHOOOO! Thank you Sunbeam, this is the BEST DAY EVER!!!” He jumps around for a bit before taking off into the middle of the West parking lot. You rush after him, smiling as he flops himself on top of a fresh patch of snow. In seconds he’s made a snow angel, and you can’t help but snap a picture of it. Honestly it looks hilarious with Sun’s head outlined with the rest of the body. It makes it look that much more like an angel. He points to the untouched snow next to his outline, encouraging you to make one too. Of course you comply. The size of your snow angel next to his looks comical. Sun thinks its funny too, covering his face with his hands as he’s struck with another giggle attack. He’s so happy he could burst at the seams.
A harsher gust of wind kicks up, sending tiny specs of ice and snow into your face. Your already cold nose starts to feel even colder, so you know it’s sadly almost time to go back inside. Sun senses your mood shift and starts to kick at the snow under his feet. You go to say something, but Sun is already spinning on his heels and taking off back towards the treeline. An exasperated sigh escapes your lips as you follow after him. He’s there in like two skips, whereas you have to jog to keep up with him. When you do reach him, he’s stopped in front of the pine tree he had been hiding behind earlier. You watch as he reaches up towards the higher branches. His fingers delicately slip over small icicles dangling off of the needles. They make a muted tinkling sound as they collide with each other. Sun seems to like the sound, running his fingers over them a few more times to recreate it.
“Okay Sunny. I can tell you don’t want to go back inside, but I’m starting to get chilly. You can’t hide that you’re also starting to slow down big guy. I noticed!” The tone you use is light, jovial even. He can sometimes be more like a child than the human children he takes care of. He doesn’t look at you. Instead he keeps his sights set on the icicles while he makes them knock against each other. If he’s being this stubborn, you’re sure Moon is in there feeding into his defiance. Maybe you’d have to try a more constructive approach to this.
“Sunny? How about we do one more fun thing before we go inside. How does that sound?”
He immediately wrenches his face towards you, dropping his hand from where it was playing with the icicles. “OOOH! One more activity, YES! ONE MORE!!!” Great. Now that you have his undivided attention, you point towards the tree.
“I see you like those icicles. How about you grab some of the bigger ones off the top there… we can SMASH them on the ground! It’s really fun, I’ll show you!”
If you thought you had his attention before, oh boy. You really had his attention now. He squeals in delight at the prospect of destroying something. At first you think this is another anomaly. After a bit of mulling over you realize this is probably exciting to him because he’s never really been able to break anything before. If something broke in the daycare, it was usually a child who tripped and dropped a toy. He’s always been the one to fix things, not take them apart. This was going to be a blast for all of you.
Sun reaches up as high as he can, procuring a handful of thick icicles. He hands you two of them, depositing one in each of your hands. You nod, motioning for him to follow you back out into the parking lot. He follows close behind you, jumping from one foot to the other in excitement. When you’re within 50 feet of the security door, you start to sweep your foot from one side to the other. Clearing a decent rectangle of snow from the asphalt, you start to explain what you’re going to do with Sun. He listens but keeps his attention on the icicles in his hands. They begin to melt a little in his silicone grip, dripping onto the ground.
“Okay Sun! I cleared a place for us to throw them. If you smash them just right, sometimes they make some pretty cool sounds! I’ll go first, and then you can try it.”
You step back, and with a flourish you slam the icicle onto the exposed pavement as hard as you can. The ice cracks and shatters into a million pieces. The sound it makes is high-pitched, with a bit of a sizzle at the end. Sun yelps in surprise and wonder, swaying from side to side in giddy excitement. One more good wind-up has the second icicle shattering onto the pavement. It fizzles in ever direction, shards of it skittering over the snow a few feet away. Sun steps up, slow in his movements from the cold. Nothing could stop him now though, he was hell-bent on smashing something. After much deliberation between himself and Moon, he fists the rest of the icicles in one hand. Lifting it as high above his head as he can, he lets out a screech as they hit the pavement. The sheer force of it lets out the most sickeningly satisfying crack you’ve ever heard. Chunks of ice ricochet in every direction like an ice bomb just went off. You immediately start clapping your hands, cheering for Sun and his wonderful destruction.
“YOU DID IT! That was great Sunny, I’m so proud of you! And you Moon, I know you’re there too. Don’t think I forgot about you.” Sun looks up from the ground, watching you as you speak. Moon sends a feeling of happiness through their system. It washes over Sun and leaves him feeling absolutely euphoric.
“NUH UH!!! We’re proud of YOU TOO Sunbeam! You’re the bestest EVER! Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!” He hops over to you, wrapping you up in a big hug. It doesn’t last long however, because you can feel just how cold his arms and chest are. The chill of his body seeps through your jacket and makes you hiss in discomfort.
“Anytime Sun, but right now we need to get you inside. I don’t exactly feel like having an ice sculpture as a best friend.”
He nods vigorously, scooping you up in his arms to slowly make his way to the security door. Like before, he takes no time in unlocking it for the both of you. He ducks, slipping inside and back into the warmth of the Plex. He turns to allow all of you one last look at the tundra outside before the door swings closed. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit disappointed. He wished snow wasn’t so cold. They wanted to stay outside in the snow with you all day. Though an hour or so was nice enough for now, hopefully they’d be able to take you back outside some other day. Moon starts researching animatronic thermal padding for longer stays outside. This makes Sun chuckle, which in turn makes you look up at him with questioning eyes. He shakes his head, not yet willing to tell you what they’re thinking about.
He wants to take you straight back to the daycare, but you stop him in the middle of the bakery.
“H-hold on Sun! Let me down for a bit. Remember how I said I had a surprise for you? Well, now is as good a time as any to make it! Plus, this is probably one of the only places I could see having regular milk. None of that “fake milk” stuff. BLECH!” You cringe at the memory of trying some of the Plex’s “fake milk” in your coffee. Never again would you go near that blasphemous liquid. You were sure it was actually made of lemon zest by how sour it had tasted. On second thought… maybe “fake milk” was just repurposed milk that had gone bad. Ugh, you could totally see the Plex pulling something like that. They were always chomping at the bit to save a few dollars. GROSS.
At your insistence Sun puts you back down. It was nice to have him so close today, but right now you needed to have some wiggle room to make the surprise. If your hunch was correct, there should be some jugs of milk in the gigantic fridges behind the cursed cupcake. Just looking into it’s eyes for too long sends a chill up your spine. One of these days you’d sneak in here for real and mangle that thing to bits. It has no right to be that creepy! For now, you push your murderous thoughts aside. A confectionary slaughter was sadly not in the cards for this evening. You tug on Sun’s scarf, urging him to sit at a table in the corner of the room.
“Stay here for a minute. I’ll be right back, okay? I’m going to make the surprise and bring it out here.”
He tenses, obviously a bit wary of leaving you alone right now. To soothe his fears you place a chaste kiss to his forehead, rubbing one of his rays between your thumb and index finger. He practically purrs, leaning into your touch. You laugh, thinking back to how he likened himself to a cat. That was probably the truest to life analogy he could have chosen. Once you were sure he would allow you to go, you unzip your jacket and toss it over the chair adjacent to him. As discretely as you can, you remove the cylinder from your jacket pocket. Silently you make your way to the back of the kitchen. Your frozen muscles protested but knowing what you were about to make gave you the energy boost you needed. Opening the fridge left you almost in tears. Every jug of milk was clearly labelled and within its expiration date! SCORE!
You fish around for your favorite choice of milk, pulling it from the fridge and placing it on the large countertop in the middle of the room. Next, you found a medium-sized pot and poured a decent amount of milk into it. Setting it onto one of the stoves studding the back wall, you turn the stovetop on. As the milk is warming, you pop open the cylinder of hot cocoa mix. The aroma of the mix fills the room, filling you with an equal sense of content. The smell of hot cocoa was always one you looked forward too. It was one of the most anticipated parts of winter—your first cocoa! And this time you were going to share it with Sun and Moon. You really couldn’t think of a better way to be spending the first snowfall. In reality, you knew you were one of the luckiest people on the planet.
Dropping two heaping spoonful’s of the mix into the now steaming milk, you whisk it until it dissolves completely. You take the pot off of the heat, shutting the stovetop off to find some mugs. It just so happened that the bakery had a box of unused mugs in the corner. The top of the cardboard was dusty, but the mugs inside were relatively clean. Rifling around inside the box awarded you with two of the coolest mugs you’d ever seen. One was Sun themed, the other Moon themed. You knew you would be swiping these before you left. Two mugs out of an unused stock was definitely free game.
Washing up the mugs, you pour just enough cocoa in each to allow for whipped cream. The fridge was full of cans of the stuff, which you swirled a heaping amount of on top of the cocoa. They were almost perfect! The cupboards back here afforded a vast array of sprinkles and toppings. You chose some rainbow sprinkles and a handful of mini marshmallows to adorn the top. Satisfied, you place the dirty pot into the sink for later cleaning. Grabbing the two mugs up, you carefully walk back to the front of the shop. Sun sees you coming, and when he notices what you have in your hands, he clenches his fists and shakes them excitedly.
“OOH! OOH! HOT CHOCOLATE!!! I’VE NEVER HAD HOT CHOCOLATE BEFORE, WOOOOW! HAVE I TOLD YOU YOU’RE THE BEST, BECAUSE… WELL…YEAH!!! YOU’RE THE BESTEST EVER! AAAAH!!!”
His shouting makes you smile warmly. His energy was infectious and his demeanor melted your heart. You set the Sun mug in front of him, laughing as he oohs and aahs at the design. When you set your Moon mug on the table, Sun makes sure to look at it so Moon can see it too.
“Moon says he likes your mug! He was sure they didn’t have mugs in his style… but it seems they do! What a pleasant surprise. Gosh, you’re always full of surprises aren’t you Sunbeam?” He covers his eyes, giggling at all the excitement he’s been through. You’re sure they’re going to be the death of you someday. How can someone be so gosh darn cute?
As you sip on your cocoa, Sun drops his hands from his face to unwrap his scarf from his neck. He hands it back to you, which you accept. While you turn to stuff the scarf in one of your jacket pockets, Sun continues speaking.
“You know, this has been like… the BEST most WONDERFUL day we’ve ever had. Well, other than the day you first showed up to work with us! We got to see you, we got to see snow, and now you’ve made us this pretty cocoa! Goodness gracious me, I’m at a loss for words. I just hope you know we l-love you lots! Yes yes! And we never want you leave, never ever!!!” His shoulders rise in embarrassment as he speaks. When he ends his little speech he wraps his hands around the mug to soak up it’s warmth. You knew he couldn’t actually drink it, but just having someone make something like that for him was enough. He took in the sight of it, how nicely the sprinkles and marshmallows looked on top of the whipped cream. The smell of warm chocolate and vanilla sugar fills his senses.
“Awww, thanks you guys! I’d do anything to make you both smile.” You give him a smile of your own. “Is the temperature okay? Not too hot right?” You motion to the cocoa he’s holding, and he looks down at it.
“No no, not at all! In fact, this is my second favorite temperature!” He takes one hand off of his mug to reach out, ghosting his fingers over your cheek. They were hot, almost scaldingly so against your skin. You clear your throat, attempting to rid yourself of the blush on your cheeks.
“W-well that’s nice Sun! What’s your favorite temperature then?” As you wait for him to respond, you think he’s sure to say the temperature of the daycare. Every time you were there, it was always the perfect temperature. Never too hot or too cold. It was most likely Suns doing. Having comfortable kids was always his first priority. No wonder the temperature regulation was always spot on in there.
Seconds tick by. Then minutes. He lowers his hand from your face, replacing it onto his mug. You’re sure he’s talking to Moon right now. He’s only ever this quiet and reserved when he’s concentrating on what Moon is telling him. At least you’re content to wait for him. Another sip or two of your cocoa warms you from the inside out, sending a pleasant thrum from your feet all the way up to your head.
Sun answers you. In a hushed whisper, he says “…yours.” You almost mistake it for a creak of the floorboards, or even the mechanical whir within his chest cavity. Your face heats up as you nearly spit out the mouthful of cocoa you had behind your teeth. You cough, smacking your chest a few times.
“T…that’s… nice Sun! I didn’t think my temperature was that likeable, haha…” Your voice wavers as you close your mouth. Sun starts to fidget in his seat. He had been sure you wouldn’t have noticed his answer under his breath. But you had, and he was a bit taken aback by your reaction. You were always so kind to them. Someday they hoped to return the favor, tenfold even.
You sit in silence for the rest of your coca drinking. Sun marvels at how the sprinkles sink further and further into the whipped cream as it melts. The colors stain together, creating a swirl of reds, yellows, greens, and blues. When you were almost done with your cocoa, your phone chimes. Sun looks around for the sound, puzzled until you hold up your phone.
“Hold on Sunny, it looks like I got another email from the Plex…” The headline of the message catches your breath in your throat.
The Mega Pizza Plex will be closed until further notice due to the worsening winter storm. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES—
You knew exactly what the rest said. Sun could see the confusion and horror written on your face. Moon on the other hand told him what had been sent. Every animatronic in the building also got the emails after all. With a frustrated grunt you sit back in your chair, staring into the empty mug of cocoa in front of you. The weather app had told you some pretty alarming news. The storm was now projected to give you an extra foot of snow and continue on until at least midnight. What rotten luck… or was it?
“Well Sun… it looks like I’m going to be stuck here tonight. I don’t think I feel comfortable walking home in this storm.” You lean forward, laying your head in your hands to watch his reaction. You expected no less than what he was currently doing. Which was screaming in excitement at the top of his lungs. If they ever learned to harness his energy… oh boy. Someone would be very rich. While he blabs on, you can’t help but feel a bit sleepy as he speaks. You close your eyes, basking in the glory of his joy.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! OH MY GOSH, WE CAN DO SO MANY COOL THINGS TOGETHER! We can snuggle, and watch movies, and play games and OOOOOOH we can COLOR TOGETHER ALL NIGHT!!! We can have a ssss…”
Sun stops talking abruptly. You still have your eyes closed, a lazy smile on your face. A far away droning noise kicks up, but you pay it no mind. You attempt to finish his sentence for him, a sleepy lilt in your voice.
“Hmmm, yes Sun. We can do all of that tonight! Sounds like a plan. We’ll have a s—”
You hear it. Sun whines faintly before you hear his chair fall out from underneath him. You open your eyes to see… darkness. It’s pitch black. The power must have went out. Either that, or it was one of the power cycles Sun had told you about. You knew Moon was on his way, but you couldn’t help but be a tad bit afraid. It was deathly silent. The inky blackness seemed to pool around you, masking whatever was happening to Sun. You could hear the transformation taking place. A rasp here, a clack there. You had thought it would be a bit more violent. Both Sun and Moon had talked of their shared body plenty of times. Each time they divulged more and more, it sounded positively rough. Moon had once said the switch was a lot like being dragged up from the bottom of the ocean and forced back onto land; you had to learn how to breathe air again fast or else you’d do more damage to yourself than you’d like. You hear a deep groan, but it dissipates as fast as it came.
“Moony? Is that you?” You call out for him, voice shaky yet firm. It was a bit thrilling to know you’d be meeting Moon for the first time today. Sure, you’d texted with him back and forth at night, but not once had you ever seen him in person. Though the circumstances aren’t the greatest, it wasn’t something you could control. You were hoping to meet him with a bit more warning than this. A beat passes before you hear the scraping of a chair in front of you being righted. Something heavy settles into it. The sound makes all your hairs stand up on end, fight or flight response simmering in your veins. You’re immediately aware of two red pinpricks of light staring you down from the nothingness.
“Yesssssss Moonbeam… I’m here.”
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Protective boyfriend Baji !
» fluff w/ sweet boyfie kei (1.5k)
Study dates were always quiet with your boyfriend, baji keisuke who was actually known for being a loud and kinda dumb person was always so good to you during these times, taking your study dates very seriously
being neighbors was a great thing for you both, being that the reason why you met each other in the first place, both of you living with only your mothers and you with your cat, who one day went missing and it wasn't until afternoon that baji knocked on your door asking if he was yours and if he could come visit him
safe to say he managed to snatch himself a tutor who was more than able to explain to him the things he didn't understand one, two or three times while being completely patience with him, over time the two of you confessed your feelings to each other and then eventually started dating
this evening though you were explaining something different to him
"hah? what do you mean some fuckers are billing you?"
"it's bullying baji-kun"
tickling your arm he blushed before murmuring an embarrassed "shut up" putting a hand on his neck and rubbing it "what were they even bullying you for?"
"they made fun of me for my glasses, they said I looked funny"
recently you had been having constant headaches and after going for a quick check up you found out you needed reading glasses, they said the headaches were produce of you squinting too hard, so now here you are explaining all the current events happening in your school life to your boyfriend
"fuck that, you look georgess"
"it actually is gorgeous baji-kun"
"I don't give a shit, you're going home with me tomorrow"
"we don't even go to the same school"
"I'll go to yours!"
seeing you smile made him feel all dizzy inside and he'll be damned if he didn't protect your smile at all costs
"then I'll be waiting for you"
"you better cause I don't wanna get lost"
laughing softly at him you said "you won't"
at 5pm sharp he was waiting at the entrance of your school, watching dozens of students leave to finally go to their homes
but none of them were you
so already feeling irritated he decided to go looking for you, walking down the halls of the large institution many people looked at him when he passed by them, surely thinking he was some sort of freak or something cause clearly that wasn't their school's uniform
finally arriving at your class he saw the two doors closed, he thought he would wait a few minutes, that is until he heard muffled voices and mocking laughs coming from the classroom he knew you studied in
"there's some guys in my class that have been bullying me"
baji's instincts told him to slam the door open and pondering too much, that's exactly what he did
he saw four guys surrounding you as another one had your glasses in one hand above your head, the five of them were laughing at your "give it back!" while tossing the said glasses between them
"but were having such a great time y/n-chan!"
just as the leader of the group said that a fist collided with his cheek making him lay flat on the ground
the remaining 4 guys and you scrambled to see who had knocked the living shit out of the strongest guy in your class, only to find a nerd looking guy with slicked back hair wearing some really big glasses
the right hand of the leader walked up to the nerdy guy with a threatening look in his eyes
"oi damn nerd did you do thi-"
before he can finish the question a fist sent him to the ground, laying down just beside his leader
your wide eyes watched with amazement as the nerdy guy kicked the five of your bully's asses, as he knocked down the last one your mind started questioning who the nerdy guy was
"damn fuckers, making me fight in school didn't even let me change"
hearing that familiar annoyed deep growling voice your impossibly wide eyes went even wider
"baji-kun?! what are you doing here?!"
"looks like you forgot I told you I would be walking you home today y/n"
smiling sheepishly at him you said "ah.. yeah I did..."
though it was obvious why you didn't go meet him as you promised
seeing how your embarrassed face couldn't even look at him right now, he softened the scowl on his face waking over to you before grabbing your face in the most delicate way he could asking
"these idiots gave you a hard time? they didn't injure my girl anywhere right?"
cheeks heating up in his hands made him smile, he loved how adorable you were, always giving him the cutest reactions at the bare minimum of what you called "his boyfriend material side"
"hm, just them messing with my glasses and pulling my hair"
"oh right, were are them?"
hearing him ask that reminded you of the issue at hand: your glasses
"ah, I remember hiroshi-san was the last one with them in hand-"
"oi hiroshi stand up"
you knew your boyfriend was in a gang and that he had been in numerous fights with many people, you even had to patch him up many of the times he's gotten in trouble and didn't want his mom to worry
but this was completely different, seeing him, being this dangerous and demanding made you feel some type of way, you knew he was strong both in attitude and strength, but even so you couldn't stop but gawk at him being this amazing
hiroshi stood up and when he did you saw that with the fall he had landed on your brand new glasses, glasses that now laid in millions pieces with a crooked frame
you felt yourself pout and with a trembling heart you stepped to gather them in your hands but before you could touch them baji stopped you
"stand up, the five of you"
hiroshi and his friends quickly made a circle around baji, completely in his hands at the fear of the said guy beating them to unconsciousness
"all of you, every single one are going to pay for her glasses" the guys looked at each other nodding their heads unable to form words with their mouths "five times"
"hah?!"
"you bastards have a problem?"
seeing baji's threatening stare made them swallow hard, bowing down and muttering a quiet "no"
"by the end of the week I want y'all to have already paid her the... prize was it y/n?"
"p-price baji-kun"
"-paid her the price and if you don't just know that I'll be hunting down every single one of you" and after ending them a dirty look he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the door as if nothing happened
"I didn't know you could pull of glasses baji-kun"
"shut up it makes me smarter"
you couldn't help the laugh escaping your lips at that statement
the two of you were walking towards your apartment complex hand in hand, baji letting his long hair loose and putting his glasses in a little pouch into his bag
"-and didn't I already told you to stop calling me baji? I'm your boyfriend, call me keisuke or kei-kun, some cheesy shit"
"it's disrespectful"
"I call you y/n all the time"
"but you're simply you, baji-kun"
"what the hell does that even mean?"
after laughing you smiled softly at him, he was really sweet and a really good boy, even going to the lengths of beating five guys for bullying you
feeling how the grip on his hand tightened he looked over his shoulder to catch your stare, you looked troubled and your wobbly lips told him something wasn't right "you ok?"
with a hand you pulled his tie down, his face coming closer to you and finally closing the distance with a sweet kiss
his beating heart let you dictate the path of the kiss, soft sigh leaving his lips as one hand grabbed the side of your face, so soft he thought to himself as your lips molded his, some few minutes passed and then you pulled away from him
"I love you kei-kun, thank you for everything"
his soft gaze on you let you know that he was starting to feel flustered and with a soft tone he replied "idiot, you don't have to thank me"
you loved dork adorable baji at times like these
grabbing your hand he continued walking down the street
"wanna eat at my house? your mom can come too, then we'll go to yours while they're together" smirking down at you he said in a low suggesting voice "that way you can pay the prize to me for saving you"
"it actually is price kei-kun"
"way to kill the moment y/n"
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10/10 | {m} ; {c} ; {f}
oneshot | friends with benefits! au | 18.7k words
“Because what you feel for your best friend cannot be described in words, but in numbers.”
s u m m a r y > > you and bang chan had no secrets between one other. each detail of your life would be discussed with your best friend of forever, no matter how insignificant it may be, through a little system you both had concocted — through a small rating. a number out of ten. a simple concept, used from being a child and rating your cookie a solid eight out of ten to your later years in high school, giving your first kiss a measly five. however, when you confess an average rating of your sex life in one hazy evening, chan decides this dilemma cannot be solved with buying you consolation cookies. he must simply raise that rating, all by himself.
w a r n i n g s > > friends to lovers! au, college! au, music! major chan, music! major reader, you both are literally soulmates, came out the womb holding hands, so much teasing, sexual! tension! chan has a massive fucking cock (i mean isn’t it obvious already), shit loads of making out, aggression, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe homies!!!), kinda hate sex, orgasming left and right, ex! hyunjin, who’s also really bad at sex lmfaoaoao sorry king, chan is hella soft dom at the start but goes !!! hella hard later!!!! (i mean idk but) shit ton of fluff, friend! jisung which chan gets soooo jealous of, reader is so fucking annoyin, teensy weensy bit of angst, and yeh basically me venting out my love for chan once again
p l a y l i s t > > here!
a u t h o r ’ s n o t e > > this is dedicated to my dear friend chloe, boo i love u so much and thank you for that insane prompt :( also help this feels so rushed to me at the end but i hope y’all do enjoy <3
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“I’M SORRY, BUT I DON’T THINK I CAN DO THIS ANYMORE.”
Hyunjin’s face faltered completely at your words. It was expected, really. The poor boy was not anticipating this news.
“Wh-what?” he asked, a little too loudly, catching the stares of a few others in the coffee shop. You immediately glared at him, and he retracted back into his seat, but still had a befuddled expression on his face.
You sighed a little. “Look,” you started, swirling your latte with a thin, wooden stirrer. “I’m going to be completely honest with you. I just think we’re much better off as friends.”
“Friends?” the boy flinched at the term, and even you had to hide your self-distaste. God, ____, at least try to be a little nicer! “Damn it, we’ve been dating for nearly three months, and you think we’d automatically become friends?!” he leaned in, knitting his eyebrows in growing desperation. “What the hell happened?”
You fought hard to not scratch the back of your neck. And possibly run away from the shop. Taking a long sip, you tried to feign the most sympathetic expression you could muster. “Hyunjin, please…”
“B-but, babe—” he started, and his eyes widened, trying to grab onto your hands which cupped the latte. “I don’t understand, we were so happy!” He huffed a smile, trying to convince you of your oh-so heavenly times spent with him. “Why are you thinking like this?”
You tried not to retract your hand from his — not only because it was hard to console him, but because they were embarrassingly sweaty. “Don’t think I have just done this on a whim. I have thought long about this decision.”
Finally, something out of your mouth which wasn’t a blatant lie. You had been thinking of breaking up with this goon — had the notion in your mind for half the time you dated him.
“____,” he said, and the melancholy you heard in his voice had you silencing your tongue. “What’s happened?” He began to caress your hand with his fingers. “Have I...have I done something wrong?”
Oh no. There it was. The reaction you dreaded.
Well, kind of. But still. Not the reaction you imagined in the perfect situation.
Reluctantly, you put a hand over his fingers, hoping that your face was a painting of sympathy.
“Hyunjin.”
Don’t say it, girl! Don’t you dare!
“It’s...it’s not you.”
You put your hand on your heart.
“It’s me.”
Oh, Jesus.
Your eyes raised to his own, wide and glistening.
Now, you knew Hwang Hyunjin was not the brightest kid on campus. The boy, who once asked you what the purpose of a spork was, may not have possessed the most intelligence, but you were scared that he may be smart enough to figure out that what you just said was complete, utter bullshit.
Face it, ____. You’re done for.
A few tears spilled from his eyes, and a pang of guilt shot through you. “I-I see.”
He did not let go of your hands. “We can still be...friends, right?” he sniffled, blinking at you rather irritatingly. “Like, we can still hang out together?”
You raised a brow, but reigned in a sarcastic reply. The boy would probably not even understand. “Of course,” you replied, a saccharine smile on your face. “But I think it’s best if we had some space from each other, okay?”
That was not the answer he seemed to be looking for, but he nodded, a little sadly. “Okay.” He still refused to take his hand away. “Does that mean I can’t rock up at yours midnight anymore if the junior needs a little taking care of?”
Your brows could not help furrow in absolute exasperation. “Yes, Hyunjin,” you monotoned, unable to believe that you put up with this man for three months. “Now can you let go of my hand?”
Realising his clammy hold on you, he flushed, looking away from your directory gaze. “I...should go, then.”
“No, no,” you insisted, getting up from your seat as you grabbed onto your drink. “I shall leave. I’m the one who dumped this news on you.”
You debated leaving without paying for the latte — you knew the boy was still infatuated enough to cover your expenses. Sadly, shame coursed through your veins, and you cursed yourself for feeling a little sympathy for your now ex. “Here,” you offered, fishing out a little cash from your jacket. “For the drink.”
When you nearly stepped past him, you stopped, looking down at him as he tilted his head upwards. Your hand itched to put upon his shoulder, but you knew better. Hyunjin would only take that as a hopeful sign.
“I’m sorry,” was the last thing you said before you left the coffee shop.
Upon falling into a leisurely step onto the street, you let out a harsh breath, an endless amount of relief washing over you.
You were almost delighted to let Hwang Hyunjin go.
Now, it was not like he was a monster who had caged you into his two-feet-squared, dingy flat. In fact, the boy was, in almost every way, a decent boyfriend, whose stupid personality earned him a few laughs.
Although extremely corny, the problem was not truly all him.
It was partly you as well.
Hearing your phone vibrate, you brought it out from your jeans pocket, already having an inkling on who the sender was, spamming you with messages.
CHRIS THE PISS :
bitch have you done it?
CHRIS THE PISS :
helloooooo??
CHRIS THE PISS :
hoe answer the phone i’m dying!!
CHRIS THE PISS :
or prolly hyunjin at this moment lmaooo
You could not help the eyeroll which escaped from his words, and you decided to ignore him until you arrived at your destination.
Which, evident from the persistent vibrations still, you figured you could not do.
CHRIS THE PISS :
i KNOW ur reading my messages DAMN just tell me!!
CHRIS THE PISS :
unless this is hyunjin and u killed her FUCK
CHRIS THE PISS :
haha dude whats poppin!! best man for ____ by far don't know why she was breaking up w u
YOU :
chan i will kill u :)
CHRIS THE PISS :
hyunjin i promise i didn't mean it when i said u looked like a cheese string w ur new hair
CHRIS THE PISS :
that was ur girl putting words in my mouth
YOU:
omfg chan STFUUU i’m coming
CHRIS THE PISS :
PLS HYUNJIN I SWEAR UR SEXC
Letting the man panic, you turned a left into student residence, buildings lined down the street, providing accommodation for hundreds of people like you in need of a place to sleep, eat, party, and contemplate the inevitability of death under.
Smiling at a few acquaintances, you entered the designated building, finding yourself with dozens of doors of the same, dead colour. Walking along the hallway, you stopped right at the very last one, bringing out your keys.
With a single twist you unlocked the door, but before you wrapped your hand around the knob the door swung open, catching you completely off guard.
“Funny, Hyunjin, how did you manage to transform into a little bitch so quickly?”
You cursed at the man who welcomed you.
“Damn it, Chan,” you said, hand on your chest. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Sad it didn’t kill you off, then.”
You heard him splutter into laughter at your sad attempts to pinch his shoulder, glaring daggers into his crescent eyes. The bumbling idiot was Bang Chan, the one man you managed to keep for your entire life. That too is purely because none of you could manage a stable, healthy relationship — which was a shame, of course, when your best friend, with his fluffy, raven curls, black-oversized hoodie and sweatpants, was admired by so many. You often wondered how you had not fallen at his feet when he smiled at you, but then he’d open his mouth and all would be understood, as your anger would flare up, and rush to hit him as hard as possible.
He gave you such a smile then, fingers gripping the doorframe. “How is Rapunzel, then? Sent him back to the tower?”
Wrenching his hand off the frame, which nearly had him falling onto the floor, you side-stepped past his stumbling figure, peeling off your jacket. “Rapunzel is never stepping in our lands again.”
After regaining his step, he muttered a cursed endearment your way and sat himself down on the couch, instantly settling his laptop upon his legs. “Oh, God. How badly did you break his heart, ____?”
Smiling, you dumped the jacket on the side table as you entered the living room, settling on the other end of his sofa. Propping your legs upon his, you pondered over the answer, and said, “At least a good seven.”
Chan let out a little whistle. “Oh, he’s definitely causing a shitshow on the groupchat tonight.” A huffed laugh was his answer. “Want Chinese or Indian tonight?”
“Surprise me,” you said as he brought out his phone. He dialled a number, and then you added, “Actually, can we please get Chinese?”
“No, we’re getting Indian.”
You raised a brow. “Didn’t you cry the last time you had their special curry?”
The man stared at you for a minute before sighing, putting the phone to his ear. “I’d like your least spiciest dish please.”
He groaned as you pushed his legs off the couch, laughing at his pathetic tolerance towards spice. As he carried on with his order, you grabbed the TV remote, surfing through the channels.
Even after all these years, you still found it endearing how Chan understood the depth of the numbers you tell him. The system between you two had been created during kindergarten, when, on the last day, you both had received such delicious cookies that words could not express the joy you felt when having the first bite. It was a mere joke at first, rating random classmates despicably low in middle school to even more serious situations, when you moaned to your best friend of your mundane kiss, expecting fireworks and butterflies yet were only met with an over-enthusiastic tongue.
Chan himself used this system — it was the reason you knew of his distaste towards spicy food, and certain girls he had dated in the past. Even now, when the two of you had started college together, working on the same projects and going to the same parties, this concoction had not been shelved in your memories. Although this may be something which others might deem insignificant, the concept had become a pillar of your friendship with this absolute loser.
The food arrived within the hour, and you both continued your box set as the plastic containers were cracked open, the pungent smell of curries and biryanis filling the room. Chan provided the plates and cutlery while you poured him the sufficient amount, and you rebuked his whining as you added the spicier dishes onto his plate.
“I refuse to let you eat only korma, Crispy,” you scolded. “Prick, careful! Don’t spill it on your laptop!”
“Bitch!” he yelped as a bit of the residue nearly stained his sweats, but was saved by his hands. “Just ruin everything I wear, why don’t you? Now I got curry on my fingers!”
You propped your legs over his again, eyes upon the screen once more, and the action occurring. “Just lick it off?”
“How about you do it for me?” the boy then simpered out, and you nearly tossed your entire dish on his head.
“Let’s just focus on Tommy and his cocaine problem,” you dismissed him, but returned his impish smile as you elbowed him, nearly causing his food to stain his hoodie.
The two of you seemed to settle down after a bit and watched the show, commenting on the terrible choices the characters were making, and then boasted of how you and him could easily be the better leader from the protagonist. Soon, you had finished your takeout, and after Chan followed, he got up, hurrying into the kitchen situated behind the doorway in the lounge. He then came back, you delighted to find his hands occupied with two tubs of Ben & Jerrys’.
“Gimme, gimme, gimme!” you sang, snatching one of the tubs from him and pulling open the cover, digging straight in. “I didn’t know you brought ice cream!”
“Thought it’d help with the breakup,” he confessed, settling back into the sofa, shuffling closer to you. “But it doesn’t look like you need it.”
“Oh, I can’t believe Hyunjin broke my heart like this!”
Chan shook his head at your melodrama. “You may fool the looney princess, but you’re not fooling me.”
“You know me too well,” you said, which he agreed to with an absent-minded hum, eating his dessert.
There was a short pause, a comfortable silence reigning upon you both for a little before your best friend broke it, gulping down his ice cream.
“____?”
“No, you’re not having any of mine.”
Chan prodded you lightly with his foot. “No, I don’t mean that. I was just wondering something.”
“Shoot.”
“You’re not...upset, right?” He took a bite of his ice cream. “Like, I know you always complained about him, but breakups can be difficult.”
You looked at him, and saw genuine concern painted on his face — along with a little vanilla stain on the corner of his lips. “You don’t have to pretend to be happy if you’re not, okay?” he continued. “Especially with me.”
Your heart melted slightly. “Of course, Chan, don’t worry. I wouldn’t ever lie to you.”
Turning to the TV screen, you sighed as you thought of your recent relationship. “There were good moments for sure. He was still a sweet guy, you know?” You then stabbed the creamy plains inside the tub. “It was just so...dull.”
The man beside you took in another bite, if a bit slow. “What do you mean?”
Following him, you relished the chocolate goodness, swallowing. “Dates were kind of boring. I carried most of the conversations because he’s too thick to talk about anything.”
Chan let out a soft snort. “I remember you telling me about it. I can certainly believe it.”
“Well, you won’t believe what I’m about to tell you next.” You focused on your ice cream, a sarcastic smile plastered upon your face. “Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin was terrible at sex.”
You did not need to see your best friend to sense his shock. “What?”
A small chuckle escaped you. “First time he fucked me, I think I cried. Not because it was so good, no, but because it was so bad.”
“No way,” Chan said, brows furrowed. “Didn’t you say he had a big dick or something?”
“That’s the downside, bud,” you countered, halfway through your tub. “Because he had a massive cock he thought that was enough for me to enjoy. But it’s not. He just did not know what to do with it!”
The man had been silenced. He took another bite of his ice cream, in disbelief. “So you were...deprived of pleasure?”
“Deprived?” You scoffed. “Chan, I thirsted for a crumb of pleasure. God, can you believe I’ve faked nearly all my orgasms with him?”
This time, your friend glanced at you in horror. Carrying on, you said, “The only real orgasm I had was not even because of him. God, I was thinking about Lee Donghyuck singing between my legs.”
A soft growl entered your ears. “Oh Christ.”
“Bastard was so proud when I came all over him,” you crowed, trying to sweeten your bitterness with the dessert. “If only I told him I undid myself for an idol I’m never going to meet.”
Your friend did not say anything. The episode finished, and when you noticed his further silence, you used it to your advantage, starting a romantic comedy before he could even complain.
Even with the movie on for about twenty minutes, and the romance you thoroughly enjoyed, the man stayed quiet, idly stirring his melted ice cream in the tub. You ignored his rather odd behaviour, assuming he was either thinking of his assignment or had gotten a brain freeze. Either way, it let you watch your movie in peace, swooning outwardly at the man’s teasing to the girl.
One hour in, and you asked if Chan was okay. “Yeah...yeah, I’m good,” was his answer, sending you a second-long smile before going back to his brain freeze. You raised a confused brow, but went back to the chick flick, gasping when the boy went back for his love.
This was it. The fireworks, the passion which exuded from the mere actions of lips enveloping lips, hands holding onto waists or necks or locks and refusing to let go. You craved for your heart to drop down in lust as you let yourself fall, be wrapped up in another as you undid yourself. Where was this? Where was this for you?
Did you not deserve your desires to be fulfilled? Did you not deserve to have your entire world turned upside down in pure exhilaration?
Before you knew it, the credits rolled, and you let out a long, laboured sigh, leaning into the cushions. “Maybe it’s time I find myself a millionaire who’d pay me to have sex with me.”
The man was still looking at the now black screen. “Do you mean a prostitute?”
“Well, yes, but—” you groaned. “You know what? Maybe I’m meant to stay forever displeased.”
It was after a long time your best friend spoke. “Or…” he cleared his throat. “You find yourself someone who would pleasure you.”
You turned to him. “Wowie, thank you for a perfect solution! I really wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.”
Then, you saw his eyes darken. “____.” He propped the tub upon the coffee table. “Why search for other alternatives when you have options right here?”
Confusion marred your mind, not just from his words, but his entire change of character. “Chan, what are you on about?”
“____,” he said, and his hand inched closer to yours. “ I’m saying you should have a friends with benefits.”
The silence was suddenly heard. You did not realise the sheer weight of this man’s gaze till his very stare gravitated you to him. The lights were dimmed, and all you could see from the laptop’s light was his face — his beautiful face.
What was all this? Why was your best friend looking at you like that? Why were you being affected by his gaze?
“I…” You could barely get the words out. “I never thought about that before.”
Chan had no such problem. “Well, maybe you should. There are many who would gladly be that person for you.”
You gave him a look. “And who would they be?”
A slight cock of his head. “____, who is your best friend, in the same class as you, share the same interests and would help you out in any way whatsoever?”
The question rather befuddled you. Why couldn’t the man just say the answer already? You thought of the few viable options, tossing, turning the names.
Then it occurred to you. Your friend’s face sparked a little in what could only have been hope.
“I know!” you exclaimed, holding onto his arm. “I should ask Jisung!”
The little sliver of hope in his eyes morphed into annoyance. “What the fuck?”
Raising your brow, you asked, “Is that not the right answer?” You listed out the evidence. “He’s basically my best friend, is in music with us, we like similar things and would be willing to help me in any situation. I think.”
When you were done, you found yourself more confused when Chan closed his eyes, shaking his head. “What?” you demanded.
“Oh my God.”
His fingers caressed yours, and you gasped to find your skin prickling at the touch. You raised your eyes to his, and found yourself lost for words.
“You dumb bitch, I should be your friends-with-benefits.”
Your mouth dropped.
Perhaps you would have said something, but then his thumb began stroking your skin, and you figured it was better to relish that instead. Thus, you looked at him, gobsmacked, not entirely sure what to say to his declaration.
It seemed Chan was a little nervous too. “Look, I can tell you’re surprised…” he paused, a little lost for words as well. “Fuck, I guess I shouldn’t have suggested so early into the breakup, but you just…”
He pinned you with his gaze. “I couldn’t have my best friend miss out on the pleasure she deserves. And if that means giving you the pleasure myself, then I will do it.”
Bang Chan. Not just the best friend you’ve ever had, but the man who proposed benefits to this certain friendship.
“Well,” you got out, after what seemed like eternity. “Well damn.”
“We don’t have to do anything right now. Or even anytime soon.” He let go off your hands, and you did not know why the touch was missed so greatly. “Just...think about it for me, will you?”
You didn’t really have it in you to refuse. “Of course,” you said, feeling the need to touch something. Your eyes fell upon the remote, and figured you should distract yourself by watching the next episode of the series you previously watched.
You needed a clear distraction, or else Chan would not need to wait long for his answer.
The episode began, and you watched, clamping your lips together as you felt the man shuffle closer to you, one hand sprawled on the top of the couch with his other hand idly surfing on his laptop. You rooted your eyes to the screen, finding yourself engulfed in 1920s England, trying to forget that your best friend left no space between you two.
Managing to somehow distract yourself from the lack of distance, you even began to relax, swooning softly of the gangster’s mannerisms towards his love interests, their intimate dancing in her bedroom. It was touching, and you even let yourself lean into your friend, who, too, glanced every now and then, a little smile upon his face.
Everything was fine and dandy until the characters started to kiss.
Now, there was nothing wrong with kissing. You were a hopeless romantic, and adored to see the actions of love on screen, the final breaking of barriers between two characters.
The problem was, the kissing did not seem to end there. The bigger problem was that this lust on screen made you all the more aware of your best friend beside you.
You froze, watching with no small amount of confused shock as the characters increased their desires, unbuttoning their clothes, discarding them as their lips moved against each other’s. Your eyes widened at the nudity, once never a bother but suddenly extremely embarrassing, as they collided, bare chest to bare chest.
The matters did not help at all when you sensed the increased beating of Chan’s heart, almost as loud as the instruments harmonising in the background. His searching on his laptop had ceased, as frozen as you were as his eyes refused to look away to the man and woman making love.
It was too much. You had seen much worse scenes in your life before, but never had one made you so hot and bothered. Of course you knew why, though. Of course you knew, when the man you laid your head upon was breathing harder than you do when you walk up a flight of stairs.
You did not waste a minute longer as you pointed the remote to the TV, and switched the screen off. Completely black, void of further lust radiating through the glass.
A shuddered breath escaped Chan. “Well...double damn.”
You did not answer back. Only distanced yourself on the sofa, his fingers on the couch brushing against the back of your head. His touch may have been the last thing you needed then.
But that was not true. Seeing that sex scene, all glorified and affectionate, had you craving his touch. Your eyes could not bear to meet him, but his presence was suffocating enough. God, if you did not leave that couch now, you would dare to do something quite unimaginable.
Chan did not seem to move either. Your presence, too, had him nearly choking out a pained sob. Anymore time spent, and he would have another problem erecting soon.
At last, when a few minutes seemed like hours, you felt your friend stir. You were surprised to be devastated at the prospect of him leaving.
You were further shocked when, as Chan mustered all the strength in himself to get off the couch, he was stopped by your hand encircling his wrist.
Whirling his head at your direction, his eyes widened. He was met with your own aghast ones, as your hand tugged him back to the couch.
You did not let go of his wrist as you whispered the words you never thought would have left your mouth that night.
“Let’s do it, Chan.”
His hand went limp in your hold.
For a second you thought he died under your grasp, but the way he parted his mouth went against your judgement. Perhaps you had sent his living soul flying out of his body, but you could not blame him — you did not feel at all like yourself just then.
“I wanna do it,” you murmured, refusing to let go.
Chan’s eyes darted to the tight hold upon his wrist, and then to you once more. He opened his mouth, closing it straight after as he glanced away.
With a heavy sigh, he looked to you once more, an abundance of emotions swirling in his usually mischievous, soft eyes.
“Are you sure, ____?” He leaned a little closer, causing your heart to malfunction for a second. “You don’t have to think about it now—”
“Well, it’s all I can think about,” you cut him off, eyes never leaving him, despite the reddening of your cheeks. “And I want to do it.
“Like I said, Chan.” You shuffled a little closer, and your knees brushed against his. “I am deprived of pleasure.”
The man blinked once, twice, taking your declaration all in. He had to tell himself that this was not a dream, but a very much a fortunate reality, and that you were asking him of something he had been wanting to give you for a very long time.
There it was. Something he wasn’t quite ready to admit. You wanting your desires met by him was so much more than enough.
Dreaming still, he slithered one hand around your waist, almost like second nature as the other found refuge upon your face. His fingers were tender, softly caressing your cheeks as his eyes beheld you in a way he had never before..
This change of sight had you unable to look away from him.
“If you feel uncomfortable with all this…” he swept away a stray curl. “I will stop. That’ll be the end of it.”
You nodded, finding solace within his eyes. “I know.”
But there was no discomfort. Rather an impatient welcome, a growing urge for your needs met. Promises fulfilled.
When you sensed him lean closer, so shy and yet so determined, hands still holding you, those vows were sure to be carried out.
You found out in the best way possible — the second when Chan brushed his lips against yours.
His touch had you flying out your skin; well, not really, but it sure felt as such, when his mouth moulded with yours, a confirmation that he was strangely perfect for your own two lips, that he was meant to embed himself upon your mouth.
You closed your eyes, heart climbing up your chest as your hands skimmed around his neck. Chan began his movements, and you were so unaccustomed to the actions that you could not help but be led by his kiss. The man had a way of making you listen to his every order, vocalised or not.
The kiss was so...unreal. It was all that rang in your mind, over and over as the man took his time; he carried out a sensual rhythm upon your lips, not only to avoid overwhelming you, but to fully take in his situation — that he was kissing you, and no other girl who he had never dreamed of.
He had all the time in the world for this.
The hand upon your waist gripped onto you a little harder, nails skirting around the hem of your shirt. His tongue teased you now, running along for entrance, to delve inside and drink in your every essence. Your mouth practically begged the man to prowl inside, opening up to him completely, a signal of full trust.
You wanted this as much as he did.
His elated rush was expressed through his tongue, when it slithered inside your mouth. Butterflies erupted in your body at the way he swirled it along with yours, almost playing with your tongue as if you both did. Of course, this is slightly different, because your gimmicks with Chan never had you salivating at the mouth. Nor feeling like you’re about to leak into your clothes from his touches.
Which really was the situation you ended up in; Chan, his hand now skimming under your shirt, revelling the skin of your abdomen, warming beneath his touch. The hand, once upon your face, had latched upon your locks, while you ran your fingers through his own velvety hair, nearly undoing yourself over the soft feel.
Just when you thought he was going in for more, he broke away, hands still upon you — your breathing was ragged, the man in front of you panting slightly as well. His eyes, with no small amount of surprise, seemed a little feverish, whether that be from a random cold he contracted during the minutes he kissed you, or…
Or, as you found yourself biting your lip, he took an intoxicated toll over you, and how exquisite it was to drive his tongue in your mouth.
“Better than Rapunzel?” He whispered, so close his breath fanned your lips, spit-slick thanks to him.
You made sure he was aware of your fingers threading in his locks, eliciting a low murmur. “Rapunzel better not leave the tower again.”
Chuckling, he wasted no time before he was upon you again, an invisible leash on him threatening to snap. He drove the shirt higher, skirting up your sides until he broke away from you for a mere second before peeling the shirt off of you and tossing it beside him.
Heaving, the sight of you in a bra was making the leash all the more tight, hands never leaving your sides as he latched onto your neck. Leaving open-mouthed kisses, down and down until his lips trailed past your collarbone, you let the moans leave your mouth, heightened and quick and unexpected. Suddenly he descended on you, kneeeling on the floor with hands following suit.
Pleasure. You were oozing with pleasure as you hurried for the hems of his black hoodie, needing to have it off and run your hands on the expanse of his chest. Chan, a little preoccupied, did not realise your demands until you whined out your request.
“Chan—!” you gasped out as his lips left your belly, fingers upon the buttons of your trousers. “Hoodie, I need it off!”
The man only continued with his task, taking the zip down. “Up,” he rushed out, gesturing with his hand.
Dazed, you replied with a confused murmur, only understanding the need to take his stupid hoodie off.
He looked up from his endeavours, and the sight of him hovering between your legs nearly undid you. “I mean your hips, baby, put them up.” He grabbed onto the sides of your jeans. “I wanna take this off.”
Gulping, you raised your hips, giving Chan ease to pull your jeans, all the way down until your legs were bare, save for the soiled underwear which he instantly landed his eyes on.
His mouth slipped out an uneasy fuck, which was just the right way to have you leaking even further. “Chan, come on,” you hurried, seething at the throbbing.
His hands pushed you back on the couch, travelling down until they caressed the back of your knees. Pulling you closer from there, he leaned in until he was a few inches away from your moistened cunt, hurting more the longer he made you wait.
It wasn’t his fault, really. He still felt as if he’s living a dream he did not deserve.
Fingers drumming against the back of your knees, the man blew a little upon your folds, and you let out a strained hiss at the soft breeze. This hypersensitivity was going to be your undoing, but even the smallest of actions brought you such thrill.
“I’m about to spoil you good, ____,” he whispered, and before you could reply, he descended.
The first kitty lick along the surface had you in shock.
Tendrils of pleasure gushed inside you, lurking all over your body as Chan swiped his tongue along the outside of your cunt, teasing, shying away, awaiting your reaction. You answered him with an indecipherable noise, a sound which had never escaped you before.
Maybe because no one had ever played with your cunt like this.
You truly had wasted your time with Hyunjin — this man, tasting your arousal, let out a satisfied hum, and when he dug deeper with his tongue, spreading your legs further, the moans you let escape were, for the first time, absolutely real. No acting, no bullshit.
Just like your best friend promised.
“Chan—!” You stuttered out, when he began circling your clit. “God, just like that!” You encouraged further, hips shaking at the way he made a mess of you.
In response his hands left your legs, pressing them upon your hips. To your horror he paused his actions, peering up from your legs.
The slick shining upon his lips could well have made you cum on his face right then and there. “I need you to stay still, baby,” he said, his hands on your hips keeping you in place, as his eyes did the same. “So I can do this properly.
“I don’t want you getting half-assed pleasure, okay?”
His soft demands, his calm explanations brought you in a further state of frenzy. You could not nod faster, chuckling emitting from him as his hands travelled down once more.
“Good girl.”
And his mouth was upon your cunt again, this time the leash finally snapping as his tongue hardened against the seams. Your moans could have been heard in the hallways, but you didn’t particularly care when Chan, in the midst of his ravenous lapping, introduced the prospect of his fingers, caressing your dripping folds, swiping them over around the edges.
You didn’t know what to do — your hands scrambled to fist the fabric of the couch, laying back against the pillows. The hold grew tighter when your best friend slid his middle finger inside of you.
The journey may have been slow, but that was what made it all the more delightful. Feeling it go deeper and deeper had a particularly loud groan flying out of you, but the rhythm he adopted, pulling it out, but then diving it back again without leaving your cunt, had you delirious.
A once foreign, unimaginable feeling you never thought you’d experience, was back inside — the heavy sensation deep within your gut, like a dull ache which grew more known the harder Chan worked between your legs. The feeling you had only ever experienced when you imagined Donghyuck instead of your ex-boyfriend in this similar situation.
Fuck, there it is, you thought. The feeling of your incoming orgasm.
And it was not going to go if this man worked harder than the devil tonight.
“Chan—fuck—” you got cut off when he increased the speed of his finger inside of you. “I-I’m close.”
Never ceasing his finger, he looked up at you, hooded eyes welcoming you despite the tenderness on his face. “You’re doing so good, ____. So fucking good for me,” he cooed, melting your heart despite the situation.
This time, he accompanied his fingering with a second digit, stretching out your walls and working harmoniously together in making you submit to him. Already you felt as if he’d filled you up, and the actions of his digits practically scissoring inside of you had every muscle in your body readying for release.
He dove back in, merciless to your clit, and all this work, everything at once, was so much that when you cried out, your release had to follow through. You couldn’t control yourself as you let your cum escape, staining the couch and the floor — most importantly, how most of it landed in Chan’s mouth.
Breathing unevenly, and louder than you ever thought possible, you closed your eyes, slumping further into the couch. You sensed an emptiness inside you, and figured Chan had taken out his fingers. Opening your eyes, you saw him close your legs together, propping his head upon your lap, hands supporting his chin. He looked up at you, licking his lips free of your residue.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
The man smiled at you. “Satisfied?” he asked, fingers caressing your skin.
Oh, of course you were. Damn it, you were more than satisfied — you were positively elated. If he had managed to make you cum with his fingers and tongue alone, imagine what he could have done with his dick.
You blinked.
Imagine what he could have done with his dick.
“____?”
Perking up, you looked to the man kneeling before you still, anticipation brimming in his stature. “Please tell me you didn’t fake it.”
Embarrassment engulfed your body at the idea. “Chan, if you really think I faked all of that then I deserve an Oscar.”
Pride washed over his features. “Good.”
You then watched him slowly get up, climbing over you, hands skirting up your figure till he captured your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. You had enough strength to kiss him back, but failed to exceed him when he began nibbling upon the swell of your lip, making you revert to stage one of your growing need all over again.
Breaking away, you glanced up at him, holding onto his hoodie. “I want...more.”
The man stilled his actions, hands going limp upon your skin. You had about three seconds of panicking as you tugged on his clothes, whispering, “Wait, Chan, it’s okay if—”
But suddenly, his hands left your face, and the panic increased with you being lifted into the air, his hold under your knees and back as he brought you close to his chest.
His eyes upon you were a hazard to your well-being. “God, ____, you could really ruin me.”
Your flustered nature was interrupted by Chan rushing to his bedroom, kicking the door open with his feet and pressing quick kisses upon your mouth, your cheeks, all over your face as you giggled out in reaction, arms locked around him.
His room was the same as his attire, black on black on even more black, save for a few gold corners and grey instruments settled in the far end of the space. His bed, however, was vast and comfortable, a place you have slept in many a time when late night recording sessions turned into sleepovers.
Gently, he laid you down on his bed, feeling the cool sting of the night air on your cunt, making you shiver. Your bra was useless in keeping you warm, but when Chan began to take off his hoodie, shirt dragging out along with it, you suddenly began to feel a lot hotter.
Discarding the clothes, you were rewarded with the image of shirtless Chan, slightly disheveled due to his endeavours between your legs. His smile revealed a hint of arrogance as he acknowledged your blatant staring, slowly taking off his sweatpants.
“Careful, baby, or you’ll cum right there,” he mused, noticing the way your legs shivered in ecstasy. He dumped his clothes along with the others, catching sight of his Calvins barely containing his erection.
You felt the mattress press down as he prowled to you upon the bed, the more chaos erupting in your gut the further he came closer. You could barely contain yourself when he hovered over you, lips mere inches from yours. A powerful force within you halted your very breath — you knew, though, that at this particular moment, your entire soul rested in the hands of this man, looking at you through long lashes.
He enveloped your lips, grinding his clothed erection against your cunt, drinking in your whines, your silent pleas of replacing it with the real deal. He smirked against your mouth, opening the seams as his one hand grabbed onto yours, leading it to the waistband of your boxers.
Your fingers fumbled to take peel down the fabric, Chan parting from your lips to take it off entirely. His cock sprang free, and you let out a god-awful, shrill-like noise at the way it stood, red and angry and so very fucking big.
“Fuck me,” you slipped out in a breath, earning a chuckle from him.
“I very much plan to,” he had the nerve to reply, you wanting very much to slap his shit-eating grin off of him. Or perhaps kiss it till your breath was lost.
Embarrassed, you tried to look away, but his fingers gripped your chin, leading your eyes to his. Other hand holding onto your hip, he gently positioned himself between your legs, precum already staining your folds. Breathing stunted, your stare reflected subservience, a request to bury his dick inside you already.
He read your every plea.
Pressing his forehead against yours, he let out a shuddered breath before beginning the final descent.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Chan slid his cock inside — your mouth parted from the transition, at the tightening sensation as he kept going, burying those inches until your eyes were as wide as saucers, unable to look away from him. You dared not move, fear of snapping more a reality in your head than some far-fetched delusion.
Dragging his stare from your slit to your face, he caressed your cheek, offering you a small smile.
“Don’t be quiet, okay?” he asked, hand on your hip like iron.
Nodding, it was all the signal he needed.
Just as gradually, he began to slide out, and, with his words in mind, you let yourself be shameless. The rhythm of his hips, the pain-stakingly tempered movement, made you whine profusely, and when the man slithered inside once more, moaning lewdly was your only reaction. It was all your brain could think of, when his cock was the sole deity which mattered in this moment.
His pace began to fasten, though, grunting erratically as his grip on you tightened. Your cunt was taking a toll, your second orgasm of the night a great possibility as you felt it inside you, as tangible as the dick being pushed and pulled out into you.
“F-faster!” you wailed out, and God bless Chan, for he obliged you completely, increasing his rhythm, practically abusing your slit with the way he fucked into you. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, and you let them fall, for there was no hiding your emotions with this man.
Your best friend could see right through you anyway.
Chan’s strength seemed unhuman as he thrusted his cock into you faster and faster, and you knew if he did not stop then you would cum all over for the second time. The very image had you on the edge of your sanity.
When his cock hit your g-spot you really believed yourself hitting seventh heaven of delight. White spots blurred your vision, tears now your beloved companion as they trailed down your cheeks. “I’m c-close, fuck—” you tried to voice, but were cut off when slid out once more, tip never leaving your folds.
His hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat peppered on his face as he crushed you with his lips, relishing your whines. His tongue befriended yours, and the swirling of your muscles with each other had brought a new form of high bubbling within you.
You moaned his name onto his lips, hands sliding around his neck, pulling you as close as physically possible. This was it. You could not wait any longer. You wanted your undoing, and you wanted it now, in these sheets, within his arms, within his hypnotic presence.
It was incredibly fortunate that Bang Chan could read you like the back of his hand.
Parting from your mouth, he kissed a sloppy trail all the way to your ear, lips grazing against the lobe.
“Go on, then,” he purred, leaving a small kiss to your skin. “Cum for me.”
His words were all you needed before you let yourself go, crying out as release poured from the tight spaces your cunt offered, and onto the sheets below. You wheezed in a few breaths, tired gasps gripping your body.
Chan, within the second, pulled out, just in time for him to let out a pained growl as he came onto his bedsheets. Some of the fluids sullied your legs, but seemed the perfect time as he collapsed right beside you, breathing as heavily as you were.
You and Chan were the only noise in the room — however, if one could translate emotions into sound, that would be an entirely different matter.
At least for you. You could barely contain your elation.
An emptiness may be present inside of you, but it was now replaced with a full heart. Fuck, you could not believe you had finally been given pleasure, such unadulterated satisfaction that you wondered whether it truly occurred, or was just another fantasy — this time with Chan’s face plastered rather than your infatuation of the month.
Sensing the said-man move, you turned to your side, smiling to see his stare fixated on you. Shifting closer, he curled a stray lock from your face behind your ear. “How’re you feeling?” he asked gently, hand on your face still.
You laid your head against your arm. “I am so pissed I didn’t break up with Hyunjin sooner.”
Laughing, his fingers trailed downward, sketching onto your collarbone. “You…” he paused, biting his lip with what you saw, surprisingly, as apprehension. “You really liked it?”
Your eyes darted to the surroundings, smirk spreading across your lips. “I mean, I am an insanely good actress...”
His shock horror had you spluttering into laughter. When he tried to turn his back to you and sulk, you held onto his arm, keeping him in place. “Oh, stop! You know I’m joking, you big oaf.”
Pouting, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “You better be,” he muttered, earning further giggles from his truly. The laughter was replaced with your yawning, which Chan instantly picked up on. “Hey, ____, you should sleep.” He began stroking your hair. “You’re really tired.”
You tried to object, but your intended groans become more deep yawns, proving his point. He passed his fingers over your eyelids, fluttering them close. “I’m not hearing anything else!”
Stinging out your tongue in what you hoped was at his direction, you grudgingly obliged. “Fine.”
You felt him sigh upon your face. “Goodnight, baby.”
“Goodnight, Hyuck.”
“Nevermind, I hope you have a terrible sleep.”
With your last round of exhausted laughter, you let yourself fall into oblivion, safe in your best friend’s arms.
YOU WOKE UP WITH CHAN ALREADY GONE.
It was not such a huge disappointment. The man had warned you before that he had to leave early to meet up with his supervisor. In all honesty, maybe it was good he was not there, next to you in his sheets.
Your hands gripped those very sheets, raising them right under your chin as you looked up to the ceiling, watching the dried swirls of black paint overlapping each other.
“Oh my God.”
Indeed. Here you were, in your best friend’s bed, basking in his scent, in his world. Of course, you always seemed to smell of him, considering you both never seemed to let go of each other, but last night was different.
Obviously, because Bang Chan had never rocked your shit before.
Your legs began to tingle at the thought. Even the mere memory had you feeling a mysterious sensation all over your body, reminders of the places Chan had looked, touched, tasted. God, you did not think, did not let yourself think further or you’d be calling that man this second.
You knew you had to get up at some point — you had some recording to do today, and more assignments to hand in. You had tasks, obligations to take care of. Unfortunately, the warmth of your best friend’s bed was much too enticing for you to submit to the requests of reality, and so you let yourself lay there for moments longer, in hope you can recreate the scene in your head once more.
There was no lie about this. Bang Chan knew how to fuck you into another dimension.
Just when you were about to dream into last night, your phone vibrated harshly against the bedside table. Curious, you stretched out your hand, grabbing the object and checking who so rudely disturbed your shameless manifesting.
CHRIS THE PISS:
just stopped by the medical room,,, want me to get a wheelchair?
CHRIS THE PISS:
cause im sure asf u can’t walk rn
You rolled your eyes until it hurt. Stupid prick.
YOU:
i haven’t gotten out of bed actually
CHRIS THE PISS:
oh damn
CHRIS THE PISS:
i PARALYSED u??
CHRIS THE PISS:
why am i so powerful
“This asshole,” you muttered.
YOU:
STFUU COCKY MF
CHRIS THE PISS:
It’s ok you’ll cute in a wheelchair
YOU:
?!?!?!?!!?!
CHRIS THE PISS:
but tell me
CHRIS THE PISS:
how good was it
This had you pausing.
CHRIS THE PISS:
outta ten
Now here was a rating you couldn’t bring yourself to confess.
All you wanted to do was give him a solid ten — the man finally offered you a better view of sex and how it can be appreciated, and the way he guided you through it was more than just adequate.
But the thing was, you and Chan hadn’t ever given each other 10/10s.
A perfect score was a rarity in your dynamic; possibly a rating never revealed before because you and Chan had promised each other never to exaggerate on this system. The only time you had ever used the solid ten was when he made you his first ever song at the tender age of nine. At the time, it was a terrible tune, with beats all over the damn place with no form of rhythm, but because he made it especially for you, you voiced your true opinion and rated him the perfect score.
Again, the situation here was different.
So, instead of the truth, you resorted to irritation.
YOU:
2/10 :)
You waited for his text.
However, you did not receive it.
Only the shrill ringtone of your phone, snapping you further into consciousness.
Groaning, you swiped right onto the screen, pressing the speaker button.
“Now I know you’re lying!”
Laughing, you propped the phone beside you on the bed, upon the place where Chan would have been. “You got a big ego there, hun.”
“That may be true, but my cock is bigger, so I still win.”
You were glad he was not here — the man would have sensed your embarrassment in an instant.
It was worse because he was not lying. “Now tell me, Pinocchio,” he continued, voice interrupting as the noise of the students around him came through the receiver. “Out of ten.”
“I already messaged it to you, buddy,” you said impassively, or at least you tried. “A solid two would suffice.”
God, you could almost feel your nose growing.
Perhaps he felt it too, for he answered, with no small amount of pride, “I’m gonna pretend I fucked you so good you forgot how to think properly.”
You could not help gulping, raising the sheets over you. It wasn’t exactly hard on boning, but even so...you really thought for a second you’d lose all feeling in your legs last night.
“Shut up, Chan.”
“Shut up, Chan,” he parroted, which had you threatening to hang up. “Don’t think I’ve let you go on this subject.”
“Try me, buddy,” you jeered.
“And for Christ’s sake, stop calling me ‘buddy’,” he demanded. “Or else I’m pulling a Hyunjin.”
“A Hyunjin?”
“Yeah, a Hyunjin.” You heard the sound of horns blaring at the end of his call. “Ruining your sex life.”
That nearly made you freak. “Damn, I won’t say it again, Christopher Bang, musical name Bang Chan, nicknamed Chris the Piss—”
You heard his chuckling through the phone. “All that for my dick. I must have changed your life, ____.”
Heating up from his stupid comments, you grabbed the phone from the table. “I’ll see you in the studios, asshole.”
His smugness ran rich in his voice. “Buh-bye, baby.”
The minute the call ended, you sighed heavily, clutching the phone to your chest.
He did change your life.
Not necessarily your entire life, but certainly a huge aspect of it. A small part of you was horrified at how easily he shifted your daily balance, making you ponder over him more often, with much more intensity than before. Were you a sex maniac? Were you so deprived of being touched that one night of fun had you begging like a woman starved?
“Whatever,” you groaned, swinging your legs to the side of the bed, and upon the carpet. “Fuck Chan.”
Hopefully tonight.
FUCKING AROUND WITH CHAN MIGHT HONESTLY BE THE BEST DECISION YOU HAVE EVER MADE IN A LONG, LONG TIME.
And you weren’t the one to make good decisions. You get up an hour before the afternoons, drink Pepsi Max to compensate for your lack of water drinkage, and worst of all, you would gladly sell your body for Colin Firth, especially if he dressed himself up as Mr. Darcy at his age. Whatever setbacks you possessed, you knew that this, at least, was a step in the right direction.
Bang Chan may have been as big a loser as you were, but the man made you feel like a powerful entity. Hell, in all the state, with the way he made you act.
Never before had you become so daring — libraries, which were once your place of study, became a rendezvous for his slender fingers inside your cunt. The living room had become a breeding ground, and even your shower was stained of your promiscuity. There was no place left where you and Chan hadn’t done something scandalous, and you wondered, with no small amount of excitement, on how this new side of your friendship with him would progress.
These thoughts accompanied you as you walked to your destination. It was not far off as you entered campus, and smiled at the few students who passed by.
Soon, you found yourself in the music department, and walked through the familiar halls, littered with posters of different artists and singers in their peak careers. A few trophies were boasted of behind a glass screen, but the surroundings all became irrelevant when you approached your designated music rooms.
Expecting Chan to be inside, headphones adorned, you did not bother knocking, strolling straight into the room. However, you stopped completely when a giant, hoodie-clothed back did not greet you.
Instead, it was a tinier hoodie-clothed back, faded yellow over the trademark black. Although not your best friend, you instantly recognised the alternative, and smiled.
“Jisung!”
The boy did not seem to hear, for he kept bobbing his head, no doubt trying out beats.
You tiptoed slpwly until you stood right behind him. Then, in a flash, you snapped your hands upon his shoulders.
“Boo!”
A shrill, terrified yell erupted, chair being swivelled suddenly as the back hit against the controls. You took a step back out of shock too, a choked giggle escaping when you beheld the face of Han Probably-shit-his-pants-Jisung.
“Oh my fucking God,” he rasped out, hand on his chest. He then locked eyes with you, and suddenly his quivering mouth melted into a smile of relief. “Ah, ____!”
“The one and only.” You sat down on the neighbouring chair. “Sorry if I made you shit your pants. It was fully attended.”
“Stop,” he insisted, taking off his headphones and scooting a little closer to you. “These are new jeans as well.”
“Not my fault if you’re a pussy,” you chanted, picking up the headphones, settling them upon your ears. “Can I listen?”
“Of course!” Jisung pressed a few keys on his laptop, and the music began.
Your eyes widened in surprise to hear pleasant, almost lo-fi background before his voice flooded in, comforting you with his soft lilt and meaningful lyrics. On instinct your head bobbed along to the rhythm of the beat, smiling at the wordplay and the rising vocals.
“Jisung, this is really good!” you exclaimed. The boy waved off the compliment, but you instantly saw his face reddening. “Oh, stop it, you know that you’re one of the best out here.”
If you thought he couldn’t get more flustered, he proved you incredibly wrong. “Don’t say that,” he shrilled, propping his feet up on the chair and hugging his legs tightly. When he saw the look on your face, though, he smiled, teeth and all. “Thank you, ____. It means a lot coming from you.”
“Oh, I’m no musical genius,” you said, pressing the play button to hear his music. “Just a motherfucker who can appreciate a song of the year when she hears one.”
Jisung nearly passed out from your compliment, but you did not take it much into account as you focused all your attention on the piece. It was an undoubted fact that Han Jisung was an extremely talented dude. You already knew you could never compete with him, but he was certainly up to Chan’s level of musical expertise. With all this talent brimming around you, you made a mental note never to make more gifted friends in the future.
Once the song ended, you took off the headphones, propping them gently upon the table. “I think you’ve inspired me to do some actual work.”
The boy was still smiling as he reached his hand out, planting it upon your own on the table. “Well, I’m honoured to be your inspiration.” His eyes reached yours, and you were engulfed with his warmth. “The feeling is more than mutual.”
You offered him a grin, and were about to say something when the door opened.
Turning, you were welcomed by Chan’s dark figure at the studio entrance, holding two cups of coffee. Despite his black attire, you found yourself admiring a little too brazenly the bare face he never exposed in public, the beanie hiding his curls, and the tick in his jaw, which heightened further when he took in the scene.
The actions were quick — the darting of his eyes as they started on you, then travelled to your hand, engulfed with another’s. He raised them to the man guilty of the touch, and found himself staring at Jisung, beaming not only from you anymore, but at the arrival of his friend.
The joy was not returned.
“Chan!” Jisung greeted, letting go of your hand innocently as he ushered your best friend over.
He nodded in return, gaze back to you as he walked, a little too slowly, to the two of you. He put the two beverages upon the table next to the keyboards. “I didn’t know you were in as well,” he said. After a pause, he added, “I would have gotten another coffee.”
“Nah, it’s okay,” he assured him, even though it did not look like he needed any reassurances.
Catching onto Chan’s attitude, you slid your coffee to the boy beside you. “I don’t want any right now. You take it.”
You took note of the pursed lips, and ignored it as Jisung widened his eyes. “No, no, it’s okay—”
“Ji, I insist,” you pestered him, driving the cup within his grasp. “You look so tired.”
He offered you a lovely smile before taking the beverage. “Thank you.”
Chan, watching this little conversation, had him clamping his lips together, possibly to not say something stupid. It was a little habit of his, thankfully in action. He slid the other cup to you. “You can have mine.”
You looked up at him. “I’m good, buddy.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Share.”
You rolled your own, taking a sip of the coffee, and thanked yourself for not being petty enough to refuse him. “Fine.”
Jisung swivelled his chair so he faced Chan, fingers upon his laptop. “Do you wanna listen to the demo?” He grabbed the headphones, holding it out to him. “I’m nearly done with it.”
“You can send it to me later,” was his curt answer, as he took the cup from you and drank.
You looked at him in exasperation, but the boy nodded in satisfaction, picking his bag off the floor. “That’s chill!” he said, heaving off the chair. “I got all the time, so don’t worry too much about it.”
He then turned to the two of you as he strolled to the door. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you both something.”
“Spit it out, then,” Chan jeered, which had you glaring at him. What the fuck was his problem?
Jisung did not catch on, continuing. “So, later this week, Changbin and I are throwing a party, and I was hoping you both would like to come.”
You perked up at that piece of information. “That’s something I like to hear!” Snatching the coffee cup from your friend, you purposefully took a huge gulp. “Any specific date?”
“I was hoping Friday night.” A small sip of his drink. “We just wanted to have some fun after a difficult week, dissertations and all.” His gaze never faltered from yours. “You in?”
Chan, noticing, settled in the space previously taken, and raised a hand in objection. “Sorry, Ji. ____ and I always do something Friday night. Gotta uphold the tradition.”
You turned to face him, a brow raised. He wasn’t wrong, in all honesty. But why did he mention it now?
Jisung, too, was a little curious. “Oh?” He fixed the strap of his bag. “I won’t get in the way, then.”
He turned, and you made to open your mouth only to have Chan press a finger to your lips. His brows were furrowed, which you matched until he left the finger as the boy looked back once more.
“I’ll see you around, guys!” he exclaimed, eyes sliding to you before opening the door, and leaving the studio.
After a few seconds of silence, you faced your friend, who had the audacity to sigh in relief. “What the fuck was that?”
The man shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes you do!” you finished the last of the coffee, throwing the empty cup in the bin nearby. “Why were you being such a dick to Jisung?”
“No I wasn’t,” he only said. “I was being the perfect gentleman.”
“Stop it, man!” You couldn’t believe his stupidity in the situation. “He was being so lovely, asking for your opinion on his music, inviting us to his party and shit. Why were you being so mean?”
Chan only shook his head, turning away from you as he made to put his headphones on. You, on the other hand, were not going to be satisfied with silence, and grabbed his arm, wrenching him toward you. “Chan?!”
He turned to look at you, and you hitched in a breath — you had never really pondered over your friend’s angered face, nor really drank in his heightened features before. However, in this moment in time, with his eyes darkened, bare face twisted, frizzy morning curls all over the place, you had to stop yourself from the butterflies fluttering downwards. You’re supposed to be mad, not horny.
Your hand upon his arm — his tensed bicep, specifically — seemed almost feeble now. Still, you were glad it was on there, if only to feel his muscle bulge.
Chan studied you and your dazing, and made you jump when he guttered. “What?”
Instantly getting back to the situation, you cursed yourself silently for letting your desires try to take the reins. “I said,” you continued, trying your hardest not to be fazed by his eyes, “Why are you being such a massive prick to Ji?”
He cocked his head slightly, and if he leaned any further his lips would brush against yours. “I’m being a massive prick, ____, because he really fucking likes you.”
You felt hands upon your waist, tugging you off your seat. With a yelp you found yourself upon the man’s lap, hands encircling you fully.
Even though you looked down at him, his stare had you shaking. “And that really fucking pisses me off.”
You couldn’t suppress a shudder, an action which had not gone unnoticed. A smile ghosting his face, he craned his neck upwards, catching your lips and rendering you completely at his mercy. Your fingers went straight in his morning curls, carding through the locks as he captured your bottom lip in his, sucking on it to the point a whine escaped you, helpless and shameful.
He left a trail of heated kisses down your throat, fingers skirting underneath your cardigan, your shirt, and savouring the skin. His mouth landed on a particular part, grazing his teeth against it as he softly nipped at the skin. Your breath quivered at each flushed kiss he branded upon you, but when his free hand began undoing the top buttons of your shirt, you finally called out his name.
“Chan!” you gasped out, shivering at the lovebites stinging your throat. It did not seem like the man would stop, unbuttoning your shirt just so he could glimpse the sliver of your lacy bra, humming with satisfaction. “Chan, w-wait!”
He paused his actions, tilting his head upwards in irritation. “Do you mind?” he asked, pouting too cutely for his words.
“Yes, I do,” you answered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why are you so mad, buddy?”
A harsh scoff was your reply. “Well, first of all, because you never stop calling me that.”
You pinched the back of his neck, but when he pursed his lips, you leaned in, pressing your forehead against his. “Chan, you’re overreacting. He’s just a motherfucker trying to gain your approval.”
“I think it’s more your approval,” he countered, nuzzling his head against your shoulder. “With the way the asshole can’t keep his name out of your mouth. God! And the way he held your hand? Like you were his one and only?!”
“Jealousy isn’t a cute look on you, hun,” you mused, but in reality, you were lying through your teeth. His jealousy was like fuel to your turned on fire.
“Permission to punch him in the face?”
“You might have to put a hold to that.”
“Fuck.”
Raising his head, his agitation grew in his eyes as you beheld him. “He just...goddammit, he just makes me so angry at times.”
You played with his curls. “How angry?”
He held onto you tighter. “9/10.”
That certainly made you do a double take.
9/10. A rare rating, you noticed with quite some surprise. It did reflect the fury which Jisung unintentionally ignited, but you did not realise how much it truly affected him. The two had always been friends, as far as you were concerned, but you had to admit that Chan never really felt as easy with him as he did with you.
Of course, because you were his closest friend.
“I know,” he said then, snapping you out of your thoughts. “It’s...unreasonable...but I don’t care. I really don’t give a shit.”
Clamping your lips together, you watched him look away, swaying you back and forth upon his lap. Well, you couldn’t have a dear friend sulking away when you knew Jisung meant nothing and less to you.
Suddenly, a very pleasing idea came to mind.
“Chan,” you murmured, fingernails grazing against his neck.
Sensing goosebumps form there, you were met with his undecipherable gaze. “Yeah?”
You brushed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “How about,” you began, trailing down to his nose, “I help…” you carried on, another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Soothe your irritation?”
Although completely compliant to your touches, he grumbled, “The only way you can do that if you consent to me giving Jisung a broken nose.”
“Hmmm…well...” you peppered another kiss, and felt his hands wander lazily once again. “This is a very close second.”
Catching the implications dwelling in your gaze, you could have sworn the man’s breathing halted. His tongue swept along his teeth, and you had a dire wish to replicate that action with your own tongue.
“Come here, then,” he guttered.
The lower octave had you nearly squealing as you pressed your lips fully onto his, giggling when he responded with twice more ardency, the desperation lurking beneath his physique. He pried your mouth open with his tongue, swirling it along with yours as he pressed your body completely against his, refusing to let you go.
On instinct you grinded against him, sensing the outline of his boner beneath you with no small amount of excitement. He groaned into your mouth at the friction, digging his fingers into your skin.
It was a dire shame you had to break away from the kiss, catching his disappointment. “Tease,” you heard him mumble, which had you pecking his lips quickly before sliding your own down his neck, leaving his skin altogether.
Slumping downward, you kneeled before Chan as he spread his legs before you, struggling down his black trousers till he revealed the angry outline of his erection underneath his dark boxers. You noticed, with pride, how the top of the fabric was stained with arousal.
“I think your dick is angrier than you around Jisung right now,” you said, failing to contain your amusement.
Chan’s eyes promised murder. “I’m so glad my cock will shut your stupid mouth up,” he jeered.
Thank God you were kneeling, cause that comment alone would have made you fall.
Shuffling closer, you raised your hand to his boxers, feeling his clothed length between your fingers. The touch had your friend growling much too loud, a reaction you enjoyed thoroughly.
“How about a little less teasing,” he seethed, gripping onto the arms of his chair, “And a little more sucking, baby?”
Baby. You didn’t know why now, of all times, it struck a deep chord within you. His command had you reaching for the waistband, pulling his boxers down until his cock sprang free.
The image had you remembering your Lord and Saviour.
You don’t know why you kept forgetting how insanely big Chan’s cock really was. Its length was inside of you on almost a daily basis, so maybe all this foolery had finally gotten to your head. Observing it now, hard and veiny as it curved against his stomach, the only reaction you could offer was your mouth breaking its seams.
“Staring at it won’t be enough, ____.”
Gulping, you planted one hand upon his leg, the other wrapping around the shaft. Even the slightest contact had the man hissing, making you smirk at his helplessness. Slightly gurgling, you spat on the head, lubing his member with your fingers, and then you began.
A string of groans escaped him as you commenced, a slow rhythm of pumping his cock as your hand moved up and down. The repetition was constant, neverending as Chan’s grip on his chair threatened to snap the plastic, but you dared not slow down. You knew this was not how he gained his satisfaction — he needed a perfect graduality, a refined art-like stroke or else he’d lose his high. Fortunate for him, though, you never let him down.
You increased your pumping, sensing him containing his moans. You could feel him holding back, but that didn’t stop you at all. In fact, that only had you progressing to the next step, an action that would have him screaming your name.
Shifting even closer, you spread his legs further, Chan’s eyes rooted to you as you directed the tip to your mouth. Letting your tongue free, you swept it along the shaft, and sure enough, an obscenely loud moan emitted from his truly. Chuckling, you carried on, trailing all the way up to the head and ending your journey with an ironically chaste kiss. Staring up at him, you smugly observed his lust-struck face, mouth releasing irregular breaths already. You couldn’t wait to have him curse at you.
Eyes back on the task at hand, you grabbed the base of his cock, opening your mouth. Slowly, aggravatingly slow, you sunk down, taking in inch by inch — Chan pushed his hips forward, and you nearly gagged at the impact of his head hitting the back of your throat.
“Shi-shit baby,” he sputtered, watching you in awe at your work. “You better tell me if you don’t want your throat fucked.”
You answered him with your progression, slowly releasing his cock from your lips, tongue licking his slit before descending back on him again. You tried to be slow — you didn’t want to go straight to deepthroating, but the way Chan choked out his curses was sweet encouragement. Holding his dick still, you began bobbing your head and down, shallow at first, testing the waters.
When the man instinctively began bucking his hips, pushing his cock into your mouth further, you opened your jaw wider, taking in the remaining inches. The gag reflex kicked in like a bitch, but you refused to cease your labour as you increased your pace. Chan leaned in a little, caressing your cheeks as he rutted against your mouth.
“God, you’re fucking perfect, baby,” he cooed breathlessly. “So good for taking my cock like that.”
Unable to smile, you answered him with your hands, now playing with his balls, slapping them slightly to make him groan out in pleasure, head laid back against the chair. “I’m close, ____,” he warned, never stopping his own thrusts. You hoped he never would, when his end was so near.
Taking all of him in, you pressed your hands on his legs, urging you to look at him. With one final home run, you hollowed in your cheeks, surrounding his entire cock in your mouth as you imprisoned him with your hooded gaze.
The image of you, a beautiful ruination, was his undoing.
Chan let out a vicious string of curses as he released, ropes of cum spilling inside your mouth. He slumped into the chair, breathing in the entire county’s worth of oxygen as all energy left him. This time, to add to his lust-driven shock, you swallowed his release, thanking your lucky stars that your friend finally listened and ate some fruit. His cum, at last, tasted more than bearable.
After a few silent moments, the man finally raised himself from the dead, sighing as he beheld you kneeling still. “I think I can’t live without you.”
Chuckling, you heaved yourself up, legs unsteady. “That’s just your inner horny speaking,” you said, nearly falling over on your own feet. Quickly, Chan brought you back onto his lap again, creating an iron grip around you.
“Think what you like,” he began, peppering small kisses on your neck. “But your head game is stronger than my will to punch Jisung, that’s for sure.”
You hummed as he plunged his teeth upon a certain spot, pressing your legs together. “It better be.”
Finding your lips, he lazily kissed you, hands skirting higher as you move your mouth against his, never tired from his touches.
“Have we christened the studio yet?” The man asked in between kisses, pushing his chair forward till your back hit the table.
You shook your head no, already sensing his unbearable grin. You could not help returning his enthusiasm.
And as you both continued in your shameless arrangements, there was one thought that lingered in your head.
There was absolutely no way you were going to that party.
OF COURSE YOU WERE GOING TO THAT PARTY.
You looked to the building, the whole ground floor alight with different, ever-changing lights, and a dim pandemonium welcoming your ears. Your phone pinged with messages, but you dutifully ignored them, taking a deep breath as you took a step inside.
Greeted with a half-full hallway, it was not hard to find the party house, greeting awkwardly to a few drunk acquaintances before entering Jisung’s dorm. You were instantly hit by the smell of sweat and alcohol as the noise of popular music made your ears ring in discomfort. An abundance of students were cramped as they danced along to the tunes, screaming and laughing and simply enjoying themselves.
While observing the scene, a small part of you wished your best friend was with you, an arm slung around you as he makes a comment on the specific people dancing rather terribly in the centre. You could already imagine him in his Friday attire, midnight-kissed with gold chains dangling off his belt, rings adorning his fingers and a little makeup to elevate his already exquisite features. Maybe, if you had insisted, he would have let you paint his nails, something which you adored on him.
Fuck, you thought, searching through the crowd for a place to get a drink. Maybe you shouldn’t have come.
You shook your head, though, beginning to squeeze through the partygoers. No. You can’t let Chan win in this.
And so you found your way to the kitchen, cans of beer, vodka and tequila stacked in broken pyramids to drink away. Just as you made to grab the Smirnoff your hand brushed against another’s. You turned to the direction, and beamed to see Jisung holding out the can for you.
“____!” he exclaimed, barely heard from the commotion yet could feel his joy radiating from him. “Don’t you have a thing with Chan on Fridays?”
“Well, that can happen every Friday, Ji, but your party was only today,” you answered him, and he was more than satisfied.
He grabbed the same drink as yours, cracking it open as he looked at you, stare lingering upon your black dress. “I’m really glad you came, love.”
You blinked at the sudden endearment, but before you could say anything Changbin had interrupted the both of you, threatening to bring the roof down with his whining.
“Pleeease Ji, get me away from her!” he begged, holding onto Jisung’s arm and rocking it back and forth. “She keeps tryna drag me into the bedrooms and I can’t do it with her, bro!”
The boy adorned hints of irritancy, but he let himself be led by his friend, glazing at you. “Wait for me,” he requested.
His answer was a little wave, which he returned dutifully as he began to berate his friend for tearing him away from you. Raising your eyebrow, you turned back to the alcohol, finding some soda water and pouring it into the empty cups along with the Smirnoff. You would have drank the vodka straight from the bottle but you decided against drinking your tits off tonight. You didn’t really have a great desire for intoxication.
You cursed at a few passersby as they bumped against you, nearly knocking the drink off your hands. Fixing your dress, you took the first sip, relishing the strong taste. The songs kept changing, the dancing getting wilder, and at this rate you knew someone was going to get handsy soon.
Drinking away, you snapped the cup on the table beside you, waiting for Jisung to come back.
Why did you even come here?
You instantly soured at the thought.
Still, you could not help pondering further.
You should have stayed home. With him.
You groaned out loud.
It was ridiculous how you were unable to have any idea which didn’t centre around that prick. If he did not want to join you that was on him.
Then were you feeling miserable?
Great. You poured yourself some more diluted vodka. Now you’re a full-time simp.
That helped you down the drink some more. At least this time, in fortunate circumstances, you were not a lightweight, and so were still completely aware of your surroundings.
Aware enough to see a more tousled Jisung stagger toward you, giggling like a little child.
You watched him lunge towards the tequila cans and crack one open, downing half the thing in one go. “Careful, Ji, or you’ll fall to your death!” you warned him, laughing as he exhaled with great exaggeration.
He staggered to where you were standing, slumping against the wall and taking another can. “I’m so sorry!” he simpered, much too loudly for your sober ears.
You raised a brow, about to ask him for what but he was already answering your question. “I made you wait so looong!” he dragged, drinking some more. “Look at you! Leaving you all alone.”
“Gee, thanks,” you said dryly, crossing your arms, drink still in hand. “Just say I have zero friends.”
“Hey, don’t say that!” You were taken aback by Jisung grabbing onto your arm, pulling him to you. He looked you dead in the eyes, wide and alive. “You do not have zero friends!” he declared, louder than before. “I’m your friend.”
Your poor ears hurt like a bitch, but you smiled at his words. “Yes, indeed you are,” you said in earnest. “Thank you, Jisung.”
It was then he blinked slowly, parting his lips as his fingers upon your arm began to wander. “But I wish you didn’t think like that.”
His touch did not go unnoticed at all. You looked at him, raising a brow, but that action went unnoticed. “What do you mean?”
“Come on, you’re a smart girl,” he slurred, voice still soft and innocent as his hand travelled to your shoulder. “You know exactly what I mean.”
Freezing up, you felt the pads of his fingers caress your face. When he tilted his head, you finally saw what he had been trying to show you since the start of the year, the emotions he was too drunk to hide any longer.
Lust. Pure lust swirling in his eyes.
It was like a lightbulb had finally switched on in your grape-sized brain.
“Oh my God!”
Instantly, you pressed your hands to Jisung’s chest, pushing him completely off. He nearly fell flat on his ass, but grabbed the table just in time to stagger back to balance. He glanced upwards, and you saw his eyes widen.
“____?” he got out, but you raised a finger, which he was still intelligent enough to figure out to shut up.
“Ji, what the fuck?” You slapped your drink down on the table, making him jump.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he exclaimed, taking another can. “But it’s the truth, damn it, and I’m tired of having to pretend all the time about it!”
Fuck, you suddenly thought, realising that you needed to get out of this crammed residence. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Jisung, look—” you started, but he groaned out loud, waving off your answer.
“No, no, I know what you’re gonna say.” He then did a terrible impression of you, simpering, “Oh, Ji, I can’t go out with you because I’m soooo in love with my best friend in the whole wide world!”
You snapped your head to his direction. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me clearly!” He finished off his nth can. “Okay, maybe it isn’t a Romeo and Juliet shit going on, but I know something is going on between you two!”
A laugh huffed out of you, but the boy was not convinced. “We’re just friends. Good friends, that’s all.”
Your answer was a hysterical bout of laughter, confusing you even further. “Come on, ____. I’m stupid, but not completely braindead.”
He took a step closer to you, careful of your hands still. “I know Chan practically adores you.”
This little statement made your shit freeze. “Stop it,” you murmured.
“Why?” he demanded. “Because I’m saying something the both of you refuse to listen to?”
“It’s none of your business,” you snapped. “Don’t get mad because I don’t wanna go out with you.”
“I’m not mad because of that.” With one last tequila can, he grabbed it, turning on his heel. “I’m mad because the both of you keep lying to yourselves.”
Before you could counter back, the boy stumbled away from you, hollering to the crowd to leave some space on the dance floor for him. You wondered for a second how he’d handle dancing when he could barely walk properly, but then your thoughts drifted back to the more dire subject at hand.
“Fuck,” you cursed out loud this time.
There it was. The question you should have addressed ever since you started this arrangement with Chan.
Were you really just friends?
You knew the question to that yourself. Both you and him had transcended past that point now, and in a horrifying realisation, you didn’t mind it that much. After experiencing his touch, his whispers, you doubt that you could ever see him as a friend again.
But...to be more?
Fuck indeed. You had a lot to think about tonight.
“But first,” you muttered, “To be out of this stupid party.”
Quickly, after taking two Smirnoff cans, you squeezed past the million drunkards, making your way to the exit. When you were out of the residence, you breathed in the cool night air, a rarity in these sweaty dorm rooms.
You had a small hope, as you walked down the lanes, that Chan would be there, right at the entrance as you left, but he was not there. He had a little habit of going wherever you were supposed to be if you were not home at the expected time, worried sick if you had drank or done something more stupid than usual.
But he was not here today. Maybe going to Jisung’s party made him extremely pissed.
There was a reason he rated it 9/10.
Soon, you were at your building, entering inside and finding your door at the very end of the hallway. Fishing out the keys, you slid them into the lock, careful of the cans, hearing the click! of the unlocking.
Your hand rested upon the doorknob. Eyes staring at the lifeless colour of the door, you closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath.
Stop worrying. Chan is your best friend.
You turned the knob.
Your best friend.
Pushed the door open. Stepped inside.
Right?
“Back so soon?”
Your body shivered at the words. Quickly walking inside the living room, you found the back of the sofa greeting you as per usual, with Chan’s head peering on top as he watched the TV. Walking further, you noticed yours and his favourite show playing on the screen.
“Yeah, it was quite boring, but the real question is,” you began, irritation marring your features, “Why are you watching this without me?”
He didn’t even glance back at you, nor pause the TV. “Oh, I don’t know, ____, maybe because it’s Friday night, and it’s our thing to do this every time? Do tell me if I’m wrong!”
“Shut up, Chan,” you seethed, dumping the Smirnoff on the coffee tables in front of him. “This is the one time I missed this, so stop being such a baby.”
“Oh, so you tell me to shut up,” he jeered, snapping the remote on the table, making you jump slightly. “Fine, I’ll shut up. You won’t hear a word from me again.”
You took a glimpse of his face, and caught this cold fury simmering beneath his skin. Oh no. Had you going to Jisung’s party made him this angry? It was beyond nonsensical now. Bang Chan was the most reasonable man you ever befriended.
Taking in the emotions inhabiting on his face, however, proved otherwise.
I know Chan practically adores you.
The memory brought chills all over you again.
Making your way into the kitchen, you figured to make yourself a midnight snack, hearing the crack! of a can opening behind you. Asshole, you refused to voice out loud, but opened the fridge, taking out leftovers and heating it up in the microwave.
“Anything interesting happened, then?” you heard the dry question travel to you.
Scoffing, you turned, taking out your food. “Oh, I thought I wasn’t hearing a word from you again.”
Your best friend’s smile was anything but sweet. “Well, I figured if you weren’t going to tell me things, I had to ask you myself.”
That snatched any faux amusement you might have harboured. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“You know what the fuck that means!” he snapped, getting up from the couch, pausing the screen. “I can’t believe you’re not telling me.”
“How about a little less attitude and a little more truth, you prick,” you rebuked, putting the cartons on the kitchen counter.
“Fine, I’ll tell you the truth that you’re too much of a pussy to say yourself!” He thundered into the kitchen, Smirnoff still in hand.
You backed up against the counter when he caged you with his glare. “Since when did you start going out with Jisung?”
Instantly your brows furrowed. “Who the fuck told you that?”
“Shit, I knew that bastard wanted to get in your pants,” he roared. “And you let him use you!”
“Woah, woah, buddy, slow down there!” You raised your hands in objection. “I’m not dating Jisung!”
“What?” He took a gulp of the vodka, confusion mixing with his fury. “You’re not?”
“Of course not, the fuck?! Who told you this?”
“He—” but then the cogs turned in Chan’s head, and suddenly it made sense to him. “Oh, for Christ’s sake!”
“What happened?” you asked, but he was drinking some more, cursing himself for even believing such nonsense. “Chan?”
“That son of a bitch called me before you came,” he started, swirling his drink in the can. “And I don’t know why he did, but he kept telling me to back off from you.”
You let out a low curse, but your friend was not finished. “I told him to get some sleep, cause clearly he wasn’t right in the head, but then...he said some words which literally shut me up.”
Then, you saw him hitch in an uncertain breath. “____, he bragged that he asked you out and...and you said yes.”
His reaction had you widening your eyes, mouth parting just a little. “And, damn it, I thought that this is why she’s so nice to this little fucker, giving him my coffee, or missing Friday night for his stupid party. Hell, even suggesting him first to be her friends-with-benefits.
“Because maybe she liked Jisung all along.”
You watched in horror as he finished his drink, crumbling the can and throwing it in the bin beside you. A shuddered breath escaped you at the explanation, but you sucked it in once more when you blinked back the sheer intensity of this man’s stare.
“So...yeah.” He ruffled his hair, breaking the stare as he looked away, face flushing with colour. “That’s why I just...yeah.”
A small part of you melted at his words, and his now embarrassment after expressing his desperate worry for you and your potential relationship.
Still, you had some problems that needed solving. “Chan, then why were you so angry at me?!”
You crossed your arms. “You didn’t even wait to hear what I had to say on the matter.”
“I don’t know, okay?!” he exclaimed, propping his hands to his sides. “I heard Jisung saying all that bullshit, and at the time I was so pissed that…”
“I can’t believe you’d think I’d go out with him, you dumbass!”
“Well, I don’t know, he’s just such a nice guy like you keep saying, and all that flowery poetry for him just went straight into my head!”
The situation almost seemed comical now. “Oh my God, did you really think I liked him?!
“Of course” he cried out, slapping his hands on the counter top next to you, unable to let you escape. As if you even wanted to. “Of course I thought that or else I wouldn’t be shitting my pants all night!”
“Then you’re the dumbest fucking prick I’ve ever met!” you screamed, as you grabbed hold of his hoodie, pulling him closer to you. “Because I don’t like him!
“I like you!”
“Well, I like you too, you stupid bitch!”
The confession had you both stopping, preventing the two of you going deaf from your shouting. The whole fight was completely ridiculous, but when you looked at each other, drinking in the words that just left your lips, the realisation finally dawned on you.
I like you too.
Well, shit. There it was.
The one thing you’d been hiding ever since you decided to fool around with him.
Maybe this was the last way you wanted to tell him, shouting out your declaration to prove his suspicions wrong. It was almost like something out of an unfunny American sitcom — this weird, comic deflation, but at least it was out in the open now.
You had finally told him of your feelings.
A pinch of that anger brewing within his features settled a little, hands still fisted on your sides. His eyes darted on every point of your face, as if he’s trying to memorise every inch, every detail etched upon your skin.
Although his blatant awe made you flustered, the aching inside spoke for you. “Are you going to keep staring all night or just kiss me already?”
God, you were such a bitch.
Chan seemed to think so too. “Nevermind, I fucking hate you,” he snarled, capturing your lips with his in an instant. You smiled against his mouth as you kissed him back with the same intensity, the same need which spread like wildfire in your body.
Kissing him should have become a routine with the amount of times you did it, but every locking of your lips with his sent you in a frenzy, lust-driven emotions spiralling out of control. You welcomed his tongue inside your mouth, the strong taste of tequila and desperation enlivening your inner workings, heightening your need for him, him, and only him.
His hands had no restrictions — the pads of his fingers had their very own needs, their own desire to feel every crevice of your body, your every curve and corner till you have no secret stored in your figure which they did not know of. You welcomed their ravaging, embraced their interrogation as they tried to uncover everything you held dear.
Once these hands found a weakness in the form of your dress altogether, they cleverly found an opening, reaching for the end of your dress lined at your thighs. His fingers hitched the hem upwards, skirting it higher until it bunched at your waist, revealing a red, silken thong, embroidered with black thread. You relished in Chan practically salivating all over the image, but his lust slapped him out of his dazing, and hurried to get it off, hands slipping it down your legs until it was discarded on the kitchen floor.
In an instant the man thrust two fingers inside of you, stretching your walls and creating a hypnotic rhythm of removing and inserting them back again. Your moans could bring down the whole residence, but none of you cared when Chan was scissoring you with his digits on the kitchen counter, desire radiating off his stature, and a determination to completely ruin you stark on his face.
“M-more!” You begged, knowing you could take it, and you were rewarded with a third finger, filling you up as you cried out in pleasure. His mouth quietened you, sucking on your lower lip and then taking all of you, had you delirious, but this insanity only progressed as the thrust of his fingers hit lighting speed.
The three digits had quickened your potential release, right on the tip of your cunt if he did not stop. “I’m g-gonna—fuck—!”
You were interrupted as Chan’s lips left yours, trailing down to your neck, collarbone, brushing his teeth between your chest as he fell to his knees. Pulling you forward, on the edge of the countertop, he spread your legs apart, cock twitching at the drenched cunt which awaited him, like a feast displayed for a starved, wild animal.
Looking up at you, he growled, “Cum when I say so, understand?”
Your hurried nods was all he needed as he dove right in, tongue sliding up your slit, lapping up your arousal as if it was an eternal cure. He fastened his stroke as he welcomed in his sight your clit, swiping his tongue along the bud.
You moaned out his name like a cry for help, and he answered at first ring when his fingers still laboured, faster and faster, along with his heavenly tongue licking your clit like ice cream on a summer's day.
“Chan, please—!” You choked out, one hand carding through the man’s hair, driving his face deeper into your cunt. “Please, I need to cum!”
Completely ignoring you, he carried on his ravishing, making you shake your legs to a point your body was beyond your control — you were at his mercy when his head was between your legs, when he prodded at your core as if it was no one else’s but his.
When Chan brushed against your g-spot, it took every muscle in your body not to cum on his face then and there. He was being cruel; this was punishment for going to that party, justice for choosing Jisung’s company over his.
You did not know punishment felt so pain-stakingly amazing.
Calling out his name for the last time, you knew that if the man carried on, you would go against his wishes and free yourself of the burden pushing down on your gut. Gripping onto his hair hard enough to rip right off, Chan spared a single glance at you from above, licking his lips off your mess.
“Cum for me, baby.”
That was the first time you came that night. Shaking as you freed your juices unto him, he gladly accepting the release. It was like you possessed a vessel of your release, the way you kept it inside for so long. He could never refuse though, when he knew he was responsible for driving you down that road of vulnerability.
However, even with all of that, you still wanted more.
And as Chan ascended on his feet, yanking his fingers out of you, he saw it in your eyes. The uncontainable passion. The unadulterated desire.
All for him. All. For him.
Your best friend’s smile was positively wicked.
“I will completely ruin you, ____.”
He was upon you like a beast, no mercy upon your lips as he bruised them with his teeth, your pleas drowned out by his mouth as he lifted you in his arms. His kisses never ceased as he led you in his bedroom, nearly ripping the hinges at the sheer intensity of slamming his door shut.
Throwing you on the bed, your breath whooshed out of you at the free fall, heart running miles as you witnessed Chan take his shirt off, his entire chest glistening with sweat, no doubt from the work he put in mere minutes ago.
Upon you in seconds, his mouth robbed you of any more oxygen, prying it open as he attempted to unzip your dress from the back. Then, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, he tried to loosen the zipping, but the damned thing got stuck in it’s trail, unable to satisfy.
Letting out an angry growl, he damned the dress when, using his hands at the front, he ripped the fabric in half, completely down to the hem.
“My dress!” You gasped out, watching him discard the torn fabric as if it were a minor inconvenience in his path.
You were cut off by his mouth, scorching you down to the bone. “I’ll buy you ten more, baby,” he muttered, skimming his hands down your bare sides.
You had the audacity to roll your eyes at his words. “Why do you keep forgetting you’re a college student?”
It seemed Chan did not take kindly to your comment. “Shut your fucking mouth,” he snapped, resulting in you leaking right onto his sheets.
That kept you wilfully obedient, and rightfully so, when he unclipped your bra, tossing it to the side, and settled upon your breasts. Grinding his clothed cock upon your bare slit, he licked your right nipple, making you whimper out at him. His reply was swirling his finger on your left nipple, toying with your body as if it was his plaything. You would have had a right mind to shout at him if he didn’t bring such euphoria along with it.
“Chan,” you whispered, gripping onto the sheets as he continued sucking your breasts. “Chan, I...I need you to fuck me already.”
He paused his assault on your bud, raising a groomed brow. “What do you say to that?” He asked, too calmly in a crazy situation like this.
Of course, he wanted to make you beg. Considering you did not care the least for your self respect, or lack thereof, you completely obliged him, rutting your bare cunt upon his trousers.
“Please, Chan. Please.”
Hearing the little pleases had him kissing you insane as he urged you to take his pants off. You willingly obeyed, tossing the clothing along with his Calvins, and when his cock sprung me you felt the inside of your mouth water at the sight.
The man hovered just above you as he positioned his dick right at the entrance, poking between the folds. “Say the magic word, now, baby,” he commanded quietly, and just for the last time, you had to be the most annoying person in the world.
“Donghyuck!”
The second that damned name slipped out of your mouth, you completely regretted it as instead of making sweet, slow love to you, Bang Chan thrusted his cock so hard into you your whole body flinched with the impact. You couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped, tears settling in your eyes, but alas, your best friend had little sympathy for you.
“Bitch,” he seethed, pulling out, widening your eyes only to have him slam his cock back into you, sending you into another universe entirely.
You envied his strength — you could barely hold onto his arms while his grip on you could probably compete with the Earth’s gravity, stable and safe and inescapable. He imprisoned you in his hold as he pulled out slowly, and then drove back inside, but you wanted to be in this cage, to never leave his midnight eyes that offered something other than rage and lust and humour. You dared not wonder what it might be, but when you closed your eyes, your mind began to ponder, float amongst the stars of ideas and questions which defined your relationship.
As Chan began to fasten his pace, thrusts more erratic, you held onto his dark curls, mouth never refraining every moan and whine which he fucked out of you. There he was, the man who deemed you worthy of being pleasured, despite risking your decade old friendship to see you have the same advantages as any old person who was sexually frustrated.
But this man did not just give you any old advantages — he offered the whole world in his hands to you, knelt before you, fulfilled your every waking desire, held onto you before you could ever slip away into the chaos of your mind. Even now, with you getting lost into the galaxies of his eyes, it was solely his hands which were the anchor to reality, a reality he made better by his offer.
Bang Chan, your very best friend.
When he caught the tenderness radiating on your face, he could not help stealing a little for himself, moulding his lips upon yours as he pistoned you in the bed. It was perhaps this small warmth, along with his perfect rhythm of his cock that had you crying out, barely able to contain your second release.
You broke away from the kiss, and uttered his name like a prayer. “Chan,” you whimpered, not needing to say anything for him to realise that you were so very near.
He pressed his forehead against yours, unable to keep away from you. “Fine then,” he grumbled. “I’ll go easy on you.
“Cum for me, ____.”
The words weren’t fully out when you stained Chan’s bed with your release, pushing through the tiny spaces in your walls. He, too, let out an aggravated cry as he spilled into you, most mingling along with your cum upon the sheets.
A heavy silence fell upon the both of you, both of your breathing harmonising with each other in the cold midnight. Chan toppled on the side of the bed next to you, closing his eyes as he breathed from his mouth, chest rising unevenly.
For minutes none of you said anything to each other, simply basking in each other’s peace. You felt the eyes of your best friend, and locked them with yours.
You decided to break the silence first.
“I’m sorry for saying his name.”
Brilliant. Why would you mention that stupid idol once again?
Chan, surprisingly, burst into laughter. You were caught completely off guard, but seeing his smile lighten up his face had you reflecting his happiness.
“You are,” he rasped out, holding onto his stomach, “The most annoying bitch I’ve ever met.”
“Hey!” You exclaimed, smacking him on his arm, which he responded with threats of pushing you off the bed. “You wouldn’t dare!”
His hands were upon you in seconds, steering you at the edge of the mattress. He cackled at your shocked yelping, and you glared at him as he pushed you away from the edge, and into his arms. “Asshole,” you murmured, burying your face in his chest, which he gladly welcomed as he stroked your hair softly with his fingers.
You both found solace in each other’s embrace for a little while before Chan let go of you. “Hey, I completely forgot, but...I got you something while you were out.”
Your eyes perked up at the idea of a gift, which the man tutted when he noticed. “Greedy whore,” he crowed, getting out of the bed as he strolled to his desk, grabbing a brown paper bag. His marble-cut ass was out for you to see, and you took full advantage, watching it with no small amount of admiration.
“Enjoyed the view?” He asked innocently as he slithered right back into bed again, offering you the paper bag. Sticking your tongue out at him, you took the offer, opening it up to see what was so special inside.
Catching sight of the gift had you bursting into a smile.
“Chan!”
You whipped the goods out of the bag, hand on your mouth.
The man bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling too wide. “You like it?”
“You like it?” You parroted, already digging in. “Where did you even find these?”
“Oh, I visited my mom earlier in the day, and she got the cookies from the old shop,” he explained, taking one of the sweets for himself. “I instantly thought of you as she gave them to me, so I saved them for you.”
You widened your eyes in affection. These sweets may have been normal, bakery cookies, but they held a significance for the both of you: these cookies were what started the whole trend of you and Chan rating certain objects or situations for each other, and whenever you were on an academic break, you made sure to drag your friend back to our hometown, where you could always grab a dozen of your favourite snack.
“Thank you for these, bud,” you said, eating away the first cookie. “I think they’ve become better than an eight now.”
Chan hummed in agreement, finishing off his one too. Licking the crumbs off his fingers, he then turned to you, a question riddled all over his face. “Hey, ____?”
“Yeah?”
When he didn’t say anything, you focused your attention on him, propping your head on your elbow. You saw with slight surprise that his cheeks were reddening by the second.
“Chan?”
“It’s just…” he raised his hand, holding your own. “I’ve been thinking about…all of this.”
You raised your brows, refusing to reveal the dread rising in your gut. “Us?”
“Yeah, us,” he confirmed, stroking his thumb across your fingers. “Now, remember that you’ll always be my best friend, okay, like I don’t want you thinking that this would be the end of us or something—”
“Get to the point, buddy,” you hurried along, earning a glare from him.
Then, he licked his lips in anxiety, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Hand never leaving yours, he pinned you with a stare, making you even more nervous.
He parted his mouth.
“____, would you like to go on a date with me?”
You blinked.
Your delayed reaction had Chan groaning. “Fuck, nevermind, just forget I said anything!” He swiped his hand away from yours, holding his head in shame. “I should have kept my big mouth shut, your bad habits are really growing on me—”
“Yes.”
Your best friend paused.
Turned, ever so slowly, towards you.
“What?”
You could not contain your smile as you took his hand once more. “I’ll go on a date with you, you big oaf.”
For a second you truly believed you had killed off Chan with that declaration. Then, his face exploded into pure joy, and he tackled you in a massive hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“Oh my fucking God!” he cursed, “Don’t do that to me again!”
You laughed heartily as you put him at arms’ length. “You were the one doing mental gymnastics!”
Refusing still to let go of you, he played with your hair as he clamped on his lips. “One more thing.”
“Shoot.”
“How good was I?” He looked at you, a vulnerable expression etched onto his beautiful features. “You know...with all of this.”
You stared at him, drinking in his face, his every detail, as if you had all the time in the world. Firstly, you had a right mind to pull his leg one more time, but you feared that if you made fun of him again, he might die of a heart attack.
And you still had many more years of tormenting your best friend.
So you brought him towards you, pressing your lips onto his. He seemed very much obliged to go deeper, but you pulled away just as quickly, offering him a ghost of a smile.
“I think you were a 10/10,” you whispered. “From start till finish.”
Hearing the score, and sensing your sincerity along with it, had him in near tears. He enveloped your mouth with his, backing you against the divan as he expressed his affection within the rhythm of his lips.
When he pulled away, still mere inches from you, he said the words he’d been meaning to say since the day he first laid eyes on you — since the day you two contacted this system, since the day he knew your rating as if he knew his own name.
“Well, baby, you’ve always been a 10/10 for me.”
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HEY HEY HEY
I love your writing, can I please get jealous hcs for anyone? Please include suna thi he's my latest brainrot hAHA
hi, thanks for the request! and suna brainrot?? bitch me too the fuck. anyways, hope you enjoy~
(also sorry this is kinda late, i've rewritten iwaizumi and bokuto ones a million times)
Haikyuu boys when they're jealous
characters suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume
warnings none but i'm probably gonna say fuck at some point
Suna Rintarou
he tries to be chill about it, he does
it hurts his ego to be this clingy but god
he can't help but to feel that sour sting of jealousy when he sees another guy approaching you
at first will only take a quick glance from afar, just to check if the guy is bothering you, and then promises himself to stay out of your business
well he doesn't
once he decides the guy has lost talking-to-y/n-alone privilege, he will nonchalantly make his way towards you, one hand in his pocket, other sneaking its way to your shoulder, resting his elbow and giving the poor boy a menacing look
he can be pretty intimidating too with that eyeliner and all
(but that look only works on people that don't know him well, he tried it on atsumu once and the latter just laughed in his face)
not the type to be openly jealous but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you he will start to give you the Glance
blinks slowly (you know, like that one blonde haired guy gif) and looks at you through raised eyebrows as if to say hey babe, i love you and i trust you. what the fuck tho
and when the guy starts being borderline creepy he'll appear between you - and i mean literally will inject himself between you two and strike a conversation with you as if nothing weird happened
they usually get the hint, but this one guy tried to go around him, still rambling about whatever and suna literally turned on his heel and said "come again?" with such unrivaled coldness, his eyes exuding just sheer fucking spite
but like i said, unless the other guy is asking for it, he's not the type to start a direct confrontation
will take you by the hand and leave without much thought because he simply doesn't have the time for that shit
he might seem grumpy afterwards but a couple of soft kisses usually do the trick
soft kisses which are followed by a breathless make out session with you on his kitchen counter because he still wants you to know you're only his
Kuroo Tetsurou
this little bitch
never gets jealous
and i mean never
once pretended he was jealous just to make you feel better (??? his logic? unparalleled) but once you found out you beat his ass
loves it when you get jealous though (he thinks it's cute)
sometimes he does get insecure, but he shows it in an unusual way
like if you've been talking to someone, smiling at your phone for a while he'll just get up and randomly do a couple puhs-ups, start flexing his muscles and shit
all while you're looking at him like,,
"babe, what are you doing"
"oh i didn't think you'd notice me there. since you're on your damn phone all day"
"...are you my mom?"
nah he'll be fine (will steal your phone though)
also it's the funniest thing when he sees someone trying to flirt with you
he will literally walk over there, introduce himself (not mentioning he's your boyfriend) and act really interested in the conversation
he plays this game where he tries to see how long will it take the guy to realise you two are together (longest time: 24 minutes, record holder: yahaba shigeru)
whenever the guy asks you something he will interrupt you and answer for himself as if the guy were flirting with him
"so, like what do you do in your free time?"
"not mu-"
"oh i love taking long walks on the beach, especially during sunsets. i really think it is healthy for the mind and the soul, not to mention quite romantic too. don't you too love sunsets, kevin?"
at one point kevin will have had enough of it
"i was talking to y/n alone here"
"aw don't worry, you're not bothering me"
he is such a pain in the ass
why can't he just be normal
Iwaizumi Hajime
rational, mature, i love him
seriously, he is the bestest boy and he will treat you so well because he trusts you and respects your friendship with other guys as well
but on those rare occasions when he does get jealous,, oh boy
first of all, the PDA skyrockets, he has to have his arm around you at all times - around your shoulder? on your waist? in your backpocket? his hand's been there done that
not in any way possesive but will be really annoying unless you give him your full undivided attention that day
he lets himself be selfish a bit, after all he is your boyfriend he can have you all to himself for a day, right?
jealous sex with him? better prepare a wheelchair cause you want be able to walk straight tomorrow
sees a boy trying to flirt with you? tries not to make a scene but absolutely will throw the first punch if he needs to
one day he was having a particularly rough time at practice and all he wanted to do was lose himself in your arms and fall asleep to the feeling your fingertips tangled in his hair
and then he saw this?? guy? (the audacity!) laughing with you after telling some dumb joke and let me tell you - iwaizumi wasn't having any of it
he came up to you from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a small kiss on the crook of your neck
"when are we going home, love?"
and he gives him the calmest yet most fear inducing stare from behind you
and suddenly the pattern on poor boy's pants starts to look awful lot like piss stain
it is actually kinda hot how one single look from him can cause such a reaction
"he was just asking about english homework babe"
"yeah that's what they all say"
Bokuto Koutarou
gets jealous so so easily
it is actually fascinating
will get mad at otome games
"what does jumin han have that i don't???"
god forbid you pay attention to your pet more than him (btw you have a golden retriever and his name is bean)
you're sitting on the couch cuddling with your dog, scratching his ears, ruffling his fur and all that, and there he is, your clingy boyfriend, snuggling right next to you, demanding you play with his hair too
so dramatic
"you smiled at him... the way you used to smile at me..."
"bokuto, he's a dog"
the only guy he trusts 100% to be around you is akaashi, even kuroo is on thin ice
but him and akaashi are something else, one time you three had a sleepover and you felt like you were the third wheel
will act like a tough serious boyfriend in front of others, especially your other guy friends but in reality will look for affection immediately after
oh while we're at it - jealous bokuto kisses? are the best kisses
will also force you to wear one of his shirts for the rest of the day
my poor man is so touch starved so when he feels insecure or jealous he will look for comfort in things like holding your hand, nuzzling your neck or giving forehead kisses
but later that day, when you two are sitting on the couch cuddling he will quietly ask you something along the lines of "you still think i'm pretty, right?"
you can feel him all over you - his hands are creeping down your waist, he's pulling you in, deepening the kiss until all you can see, think and feel is him
he wants to show you exactly how much he wants you and what you were missing out on while you weren't paying attention to him
and it shocks you for a moment because you didn't realise just how much that one short moment of jealousy actually stayed with him
you have to reassure him he's the most beautiful boy you have ever met, and not only that, but also the funniest and the most caring person as well, and that you would never leave his side no matter what happened
and as much as he loves getting praised he always gets embarrassed, so he just smiles in return, but he is also happy to know you're there for him and you don't think he is too much
Kenma Kozume
it depends on his mood honestly
sometimes he doesn't mind it even if the other guy is flirting with you and sometimes will get pissy if you smile at the cashier
but when this boy gets really jealous oh my GOD
he is just like bokuto if not worse; he just hides it so well
one time you went grocery shopping with him and spent the entire time texting your friend who had just told you she was visiting your city
and he got so offended
you didn't even notice it until later that day when you came home and he suddenly refused to cuddle with you
silent treatment
lifts his nose and ignores you, only giving you dirty side glances from under the eye
such a massive sense of pride in those 170 cm even oikawa would be impressed
in my country there's a saying "it's in the smallest bottle that the poison lies" and honestly? yeah
at some point you realise why he's acting like that and you start teasing him
"i am not jealous i am just mildly irritated" is the only thing he deems necessary to say before going back to being unnecessarily pissed
he reminds you of an angry cat
it's kind of amusing seeing him like this but you were also getting real tired of his shit
don't even try bribing him (you tried buying him over with a ps5 but he just looked at you unimpressed, disgusted that you think so low of him)
the only thing he will accept is a sincere apology
if it's sincere or not is up to him to decide, obviously
which can lead to quite some bickering
will try to get you to beg but please have dignity, if you do it once he will make you do it every time
yeah generally a lttle shit but his kisses after making up are just as eager as yours so
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WITH A CUTE S/O <3 (PART 1 / PART 2)
Ft. Kiyoko Shimizu, Hitoka Yachi and Alisa Haiba
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff
A/N: This was made with wlw in mind and the language may be female centered but has no specific body parts or girl titles (she/they) And Lev is portrayed as being attracted to you.
🤎Kiyoko Shimizu
She has made a promise within herself to protect you from everything and everyone the second she laid her eyes on you, you were too precious to deal with anything so she decided to be there for you.
This went on for a while but there’s now something swirling inside her every time you thank her and shoot her a smile, suddenly the room is hot and she forgets how to make coherent sentences an- oh, she gets it now.
She thought about waiting until Valentine’s day, thought about all the people at your feet, thought about never confessing, about distancing herself from you, but it wouldn’t take long until you were the one confessing, and she almost short circuited on the spot
Ever since you started dating you got yourself a bodyguard, no one wrongs you, not just because she will go for the kill, but because she’s got 10 boys + Nishinoya and Tanaka ready to hide a body and swear Kiyoko was with them at 11:17pm, wednesday, 24th.
She blushes at absolutely everything you do, she looks like a different person when you’re around, stuttering and trying her best not to hug you tightly and crush you.
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🤎Hitoka Yachi
She tends to overthink and keep misjudging people and what drew her to you was that you didn’t give her any reason to paranoid over, you’re cute, and it shows, it’s easy to talk to you and you’re so approachable, little did she know that’s exactly what you first thought about her as well.
Everyone around the two of you is dumbfounded about how bright the two of you are together, when you’re both pining over each other, getting flustered, blushing and getting shy, it causes the same reaction as videos of baby animals being silly on everyone around.
One of you is going to end up confessing accidentally and having both of you almost fainting of nervousness until realizing it’s a reciprocated love, and go on in a “where do you want to go?” “anywhere you like, you can decide” “no, you can decide I’m fine with any place” for 20 more minutes trying to find a first date.
Her social medias are no longer hers, there’s more pictures of you there then any of her own, she loves when you go on pretty places and let her take hundreds of pictures in all different angles, she spends hours editing and making the light and background hug you flawlessly before posting and sometimes making you complain “Why didn’t you take that pimple out of my face too!?” “But you looked perfect already!!”
Also, prepare yourself to have an edit of you under every cheesy “look, I have an s/o” trend on TikTok or Instagram, everyone knows both of you are dating because she adores showing you off every second she possibly can.
🤎Alisa Haiba
When both of you first met she wouldn’t stop pointing out the fact that you are absolutely adorable, she would go on in detail about how your hair is cute, your eyes, your clothes and would fluster you until someone else stopped her, but it was crystal clear she had only good intentions when doing so.
It did take a while for her to notice, actually, it took a comment, because the second her brother said “woow, they’re kinda cute, are they single?” was the second she panicked, gesticulating and trying to explain to him how you’re out of everybody’s league, no one can date you, ever!! Becau-- ohh… You two need to talk.
She tried being romantic, got you flowers and chocolate, prepared a playlist and put on her best clothes to talk to you at the park. Her intentions were obvious but it was a good thing, her efforts paid off because you were about to be the cute and hot couple.
She legitimately gets sad if you don’t let her spoil you, but just spoil her back, on food, rings, necklaces, she loves receiving gifts and will use and keep everything you give her, letters and flowers have a special place in her heart, she always blushes hard receiving anything from you, followed by an “OWWNT!!!” and her hands finding her cheeks before jumping at whatever you have for her.
If anyone flirts with you, or starts the “Omg, you’re so cute, did you know that?” get ready to use your scary dog privileges, she’s now glaring them down with all her willpower and of course she thinks you’re a cute little thing, but you’re HER cute little thing and she is completely ready to “She didn’t ask for your opinion, you’re talking uninvited, excuse yourself” and she will get pouty and ask to hold your hand until you two get home.
#pumpkin.did#pumpkin.hq#pumpkin.gae <3#hq x reader#hq x you#hq fluff#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x reader#kiyoko x reader#kiyoko shimizu x reader#kiyoko x yn#kiyoko shimizu x yn#yachi x reader#hitoka x reader#yachi hitoka#alisa x reader#alisa haiba x reader#haiba x reader#alisa haiba#kiyoko shimizu
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haikyuu!! boys with a s/o that becomes clingy/affectionate while drunk
characters: kyōtani, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa and bokuto
thank you anon for this marvellous request mwah
ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!
tw// drinking, suggestive themes, sexual references, swearing
Kentarō Kyōtani
kyōtani was used to having a cool, laid-back s/o who was just as awkward about physical touch as he was
i mean, that’s kinda a part of the reason he liked you so much - so y’all could get over your awkwardness together
so imagine his surprise when his usually level-headed, calm s/o came stumbling out of the club, a blubbering mess and threw themselves into his arms, wailing something about a maths test
THE AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS THAT FLOODED HIS MIND IN THAT ONE MOMENT OMFG ADFGHJKL
he was like ‘omg why are they touching me? i kinda like it- wait are they crying? tf? i ain’t ever seen them cry before- should i help them? lord everyone is looking at us now. so what the fuck do i do- AYE DON’T TOUCH ME THERE’
so he had no choice but to dip with you flung over his shoulder lol
he took you back to your shared apartment and forced you to drink some water and instead of ordering a take-out, he just gave you his leftover burrito which he took to the club smh
it was probably cold
but that was the best he could think of at the time bc he simply needed to shut you up with food bc the alcohol in your system was causing you to become especially touchy, hence resulting in kyōtani getting especially aroused
but the last thing he’d do is fuck you while you’re drunk and i firmly believe that despite the fact kyōtani is a bit of a lout - he still has like a basic moral compass
but i mean if you kept being so damn suggestive then it was gonna be a lot harder for him to resist his urges
you were rubbing him up and shit, calling him every pet name in the book so ofc he just stuck a burrito in your mouth and went ‘stfu 😡’
the painful part was that he was silently enjoying it too (┬┬﹏┬┬)
(though, he was red from blushing lol, not anger)
and he wasn’t used to it either so obviously he was gonna get flustered, i mean, everything was happening all at once
oh and you told him ‘i love you’ and he literally combusted like lord have mercy on this man
just that morning you were calling him your ‘annoying rat boyfriend’ (jokingly, ofc) and now you love him?-
that wasn’t the first time you told him that you loved him but he was still blushing none the less
and he stammered out a ‘love you too’ PRAYING that you wouldn’t remember any of this the following day
anyway, he cuddled you to sleep and railed you as soon as you sobered up - the end ❤
Kenma Kozume
pov: you’re kenma happily being a wallflower in the club then your s/o approaches you, demanding for you to fuck them
- ok, end of POV -
anyway, your speech was slurred so kenma wasn’t really sure if that was what you were asking him to do but if it was, he would’ve happily obliged if it wasn’t for the fact you were clearly drunk
mans was blushing though
bc y’all hardly ever do it but now - all of a sudden - you were tightly wrapped around him, garbling erotic threats into his ear
kenma was worried at first but you were like..really weak
so it wasn’t hard to get you off his torso, usher you out of the club and grip your hand as he ordered a taxi
also kenma had read enough wattpad fanfictions to know how to deal with someone while they’re drunk
but none of those fanfictions ever mentioned a single thing about how to deal with yourself while your partner is drunk
like seriously..he was in pain
both from the throbbing erection he had and the aching embarrassment he felt - both stemming from the fact you tried to give him a lap dance in taxi ✋ please oml
anyway, he took you back to his apartment and insisted that you have a few slices of the left-over pizza in the fridge along with a glass of water
after you changed into your pyjamas, you had clearly sobered up slightly as you could now compose coherent sentences
but that wasn’t any better for him bc now you were draped over him, whimpering into his ear about how much you love him
‘i’m so lucky to have you, kenma. i love you so much. you remind me of my first cat - you’re such a cat- i mean, blessing..you’re such a blessing.’
ngl, at that point he would be at a loss for words, just deciding to hug you until you fall asleep
like he finds it so cute that you’re finally opening up to him about how you feel as you’re usually quite composed and restrained
but also- what does he do now?
you eventually fell asleep in his arms and the next day, you woke up to kenma having made breakfast and telling you how much he adores you which was..confusing, to say the least
he told you about how you acted when you were drunk and to say you were embarrassed would be an understatement
also, he’ll tease you about it for the rest of your life ;)
Hajime Iwaizumi
literally all you had to do was send him a text like ‘iwa...,,.,...ily so mycj ❤’’ and he’s already waiting in the line to get into the club lol
he marches in there, finds you, grabs your hand and drags you home
let’s hope that your friends know what iwaizumi looks like so they don’t have to just watch a random guy haul you out the club-
and tries to act all like angry iwaizumi >:( but when you are trailing behind him, muttering about how amazing he is, he becomes more like angy iwa grrr (* ￣︿￣)
by that, i mean that angry iwaizumi would bring you home and lecture on how irresponsible it is to get so intoxicated
but angy iwa just takes care of you but with a disapproving scowl
and angry iwaizumi would make nasty, bitchy remarks about how inappropriate your outfit is
while angy iwa would be like ‘babe, your outfit is lovely but maybe wear something different next time, idk....’
either way, he takes good care of you
he makes sure you eat (and he cooks good food btw - he doesn’t make you eat leftovers lmao)
he lets you change into more comfortable clothes
he ensures that you don’t die in the shower
and he forces you to go to bed
but all of that is rather difficult when you’re clinging to him like your life depends on it, raving on about how sweet of a boyfriend he is and covering his face sloppy kisses
his original plan was to go train some more in his gym (yes, there is a gym in y’alls house-) but when you were peppering his cheek in kisses, begging him to stay with you for whatever reason, of course he didn’t have the balls to leave
so he ended up laying like a log in bed as you cuddled up to him like koala, resting your head in his chest and allowing him to run his hand through your hair as you slept
in that moment - as he stared down at your tranquil figure - he realised how grateful he was for moments like these, as he finally got see a side of you that he knew you’d almost never exhibit when you’re sober
like yeah, you often tell him how much you love him but he can always tell that it’s as if you’re setting aside your pride to say such a thing but now, you’re gushing on about it with the most genuine look in your eyes, he can tell that you’re being completely sincere
and to say that he adores it would be an understatement
so yeah, you were kind of a pain while drunk but you were also the most adorable thing that iwaizumi had ever laid his eyes on (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
Issei Matsukawa
ok so the only reason matsukawa wasn’t getting drunk with you was bc the first time y’all got drunk together he got fined for public indecency and you got done for public intoxication
so you decided that it was best (for your wallets) if you took turns getting tipsy
emphasis on ‘tipsy’ bc you both went to the bar together (along with a few friends) and you promised matsukawa that you’d only have a few drinks
so please explain to him why he is now having to carry you bridal style out of the bar because you are too hammered to walk properly
and he was kinda grumpy bc he had to leave his friends mid-conversation bc not only were you pestering him but also, the erotic things you were whispering in his ear caused him to get a boner
and he was getting weird looks from people as he carried you home but that was the least of his problems tbh- he didn’t even notice lol
the biggest issue on his mind rn was the fact that you made him hard yet you can’t help him bc you’re drunk smh
like he was tempted at first bc you seemed down to do it but he quickly came back to reality and realised how morally incorrect that’d be
so he was mumbling curses the whole way home just to tune you out bc if he paid any more attention to the racy promises you were muttering in his ear- he’d explode
he’s alright at taking care of you like he isn’t iwaizumi’s level of caring but he’s a close second, i mean he’s gotten drunk plenty of times so he knows the basics
he was like ‘drink water idk lol ’
anyway, once he handled himself he wasn’t too fazed by your lustful advances
and he was so smug about it too deadass like ‘keep talkin’ me up, (y/n), you ain’t getting shit until you’re sober.’
smh ANYWAY he thinks you’re so charming when you’re like lovey-dovey drunk but SO annoying when you’re horny drunk bc like- he can’t get some (T_T)
Kōtarō Bokuto
best for last 👌
ok anyway he’s an athlete and he doesn’t need alcohol to have a good time- he’s forever drunk tbh- drunk on life :)
so while you’re getting hammered with your pals, he’s doing stupid shit while sober lol
once you both rendezvous outside the club to head home and you’re absolutely steamin- he’s just like ‘hi, babe! how’s your night been?’
SO OBLIVIOUS OML
anyway, he drives back to y’alls house and since you’re fatigued at first, you spent 90% of the car ride sleeping
but when you get home, more awake, you’re all up on him
but you’re not like sensual drunk- more like..emotional drunk but with love 🥺
so basically you are sobbing into his chest about whatever and bc he is an such empath he will start crying too, or at least get a bit emotional
you could say something like, ‘omg, bo. i hardly get to see you because you’re at work so often- i wish i could spend more time with you. i miss you so much’ ╯︿╰
and he would deadass reply whole-heartedly while weeping into your shoulder, ‘I’M QUITTING VOLLEYBALL, (Y/N)!!’
(ok, so maybe he was a bit tipsy too- but like..definitely not has drunk as you)
he has no idea where to start when it comes to taking care of you but he tries (´◡` ‘)
at the very least, he ensures that you don’t having any more alcohol and that you don’t die somehow
he’s v overprotective though
you could be getting a fork to eat your instant-noodles with and he’ll be like
‘apologies ✋ but i cannot allow you to handle such a dangerous weapon while intoxicated. maybe eat with a spoon instead, idk.’ /h
other than that, he just cuddles you to sleep and deals with you in your badly hungover state the next day
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