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sighs dramatically.
Okay but the ghost distribution system as we call it is hysterical but can we tlak about how None Of The 141 are built to date.
Like, sure, Gaz is great at flirting, and he's charming, but DATES? He's the type who asks you on a date because he thinks youre pretty/handsome/adorable/etc but by the time the two of you actually go on a date he's ready figured out like. the whole rest of your lives together. He's already imagined up 20 different scenarios of different dates, stalked your front-facing social media and found your secret or hidden accounts that theoretically don't link back to you. Sure, he's scrounged through your discord servers and your private messages and texts and a thousand other things while he was bored on leave. He knows enough to know that he's happy with what comes next. All dates are simply... ritual at this point? Something obligational, other than the fact he gets to spend time with you.
You're not going anywhere, he's just the least heavy handed of them, the one who'll let you think its your choice to keep him around until he's got his ring officially on your finger. Life won't go according to plan but he's prepared for that too. In his head, you're already married anyway, he's just working his way up to that part. He'll manufacture any scenario to keep you with him, because he wants you to be. And he'll make sure you want to be too.
Soap on the other hand is WAY less tactful about it. He's charming, and he'll take you on dates, sure, but the moment he spots you it's incredibly easy to get obsessed. He immediately drops an arm around you, purring in your ear and talking to you. Doesn't ask you on a date so much as demands it, puts his number in your phone and presses a kiss to your temple, his fingertips squeezing your chin before you leave. God forbid you let him into your home - he'll never leave if you do. Johnny's SUCH a physical guy that while, yes, personality matters, it seals the deal for him the moment he's got his tongue down your throat and his fingers in your pants. Something about the way you settle in against him makes him feel like he's home, and you will never get rid of him.
He's willing to take you on dates if you need more proof, but he won't even pretend like he doesnt already have a copy of your key. Like he's not telling the guys about the bonnie little thing he's going home to - he slips into your apartment/house/etc and into your bed without changing, barely finding time to slip his boots off. Presses one hand to your mouth and just... holds you. He'll fuck you within an inch of your life later when you're less panicked, sure, but he just wants to press his nose to your neck and breathe you in. If his hips rut against your ass, ignore it for now. (Haha... unless? No? okay in a minute then)
Price is just as manipulative as Gaz can be, just as charming as Soap and Gaz too. But he just... doesn't care, just like Simon. There's a reason so many people have Price with like... mail order bride or a "one day you look up and hes your husband" scenario and thats because he's good at what he does. And by that I mean being a husband and pumping you full of kids whether or not its physically possible. (Btw check out Ceil's mail order bride western au its good shit, or Bo's Kingpin Price drabbles, makes me lose it every time.)
He sees you walking about and the MOMENT you do anything remotely domestic - pick up a neice/nephew/babysitting kid/etc and put em on your hip? Rock hard. play peekaboo with a baby across from you at a cafe? pick up after yourself just to be polite to the waitress? he's already stalking you on multiple platforms theres no goddamn way youre getting away from him. He'll figure out where you go in your free time and insert himself there as naturally as possible. He's not particularly hiding what he's doing either - he likes to test you, to see if you notice things missing or moved. If you do, he'll be a little more cautious, use it as reason to drive you into hsi arms. If you don't he jsut views it as all the more reason to take you away - poor thing, you just can't help yourself can you? You're lucky nobody else has got their claws around you, hm?
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I Love You When You Don't Love Yourself
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: Self deprication??? People talking shit I dunno
Genre: fluff and maybe angst
Summary: Bucky let's the opinions of random people get in his head a little too much on a night out
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You take one last look at your makeup in the mirror before deciding you're satisfied with the look.
"You almost ready to go doll?" Bucky asks, leaning against the doorframe.
"Perfect timing. Yeah, I just need to put my heels on." You say standing up and walking over to your shoes which you'd left by your closet. Bucky meets you by them and leans down to slip your heels onto your foot. Oh, how he treats you like a princess.
"You look amazing." He tells you as he stands back up, kissing your temple softly.
"Thank you, so do you." You say. Bucky's hand settles against your back as it always does when you're walking.
"Alright let's get on with this." Bucky says as you leave the tower.
"Do you think everyone's already there?"
"Steve definitely is, Nat probably isn't yet, Tony definitely isn't, Wanda and Vis I'd guess yes. Everyone else is up in the air but everyone's left here."
"Last to go-"
"We won't be the last to leave. Telling you now." He tells you.
"I know." You laugh. "Trust me I have no desire to stay the latest."
The Avengers team has been invited to a charity gala which normally nobody would even think about going to, but after the last several months, you definitely think the team could use the positive press so a number of you are going, to represent the team. It takes you and Bucky 20 minutes to get to the venue and Bucky groans when he sees the red carpet lined with photographers.
"No way there's a red carpet here." He rolls his eyes.
"Of course there is. These galas are a gold mine for PR brownie points." You say. "Just smile baby, if they ask us anything worth answering I can do the talking."
"Works for me." Bucky says leaning over the center console to kiss you quickly before getting out of the car. Bucky hands the keys to the valet as he walks around the front before opening your door. He holds out a hand to help you out and then shifts that hand to your lower back, leading you down the red carpet. You can hear a cluster of voices shouting both of your names behind the disorienting flashes but it's hard to make anything out specifically. That is until you catch one voice above the rest.
"Y/n! What's it like dating the Winter Soldier!?"
You can feel Bucky tense a bit beside you though he tries not to let it show on his face. You flash a bright smile at the sea of photographers and slip your hand behind you to quickly squeeze Bucky's.
"Oh well I wouldn't know, the Winter Soldier doesn't exist anymore." You say easily.
"Are you saying you don't think your boyfriend is dangerous!?" Another voice.
"Not any more than any other avenger. I honestly think that the most volatile of us is Tony! But- for some reason, nobody's worried about the guy who can fit rocket blasters into a briefcase- just the... guy who can punch really hard." You let out a half laugh to lighten the severity of your words but you know you've done what you were trying to do when Bucky pulls you closer subtly and the questions stop. "Ciao!" You add with a light wave. You and Bucky walk the remainder of the carpet, posing every so often until you make it inside.
"The guy who can punch really hard?" He quirks an eyebrow at you once you're inside.
"Well yeah. Don't get me wrong you're plenty dangerous- but we have a god that can summon lightening, a witch that can completely warp reality, a kid who has the strength to throw an entire airplane- and I mean Tony's just some guy comparatively however- that suit of his has military grade weapons and he could at one point carry in a briefcase, I feel like you are not the biggest threat to humanity even in this room."
"You make us all sound dangerous."
"You are. We are. Honestly, the world is just lucky Tony thinks that being a hero comes with more glory than being a villain, and the rest of us have decent moral compasses. The line between hero and villain is pretty thin and when you have abilities people don't understand you are always walking that line. They could turn us into fugitives tomorrow. That's why we do things like charity galas so that's less likely to happen."
"You know we are so lucky you're around because I don't think anyone else would care to protect us in this way." Bucky slings his arm across your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.
"True but I suppose that's the good thing about a team, everyone offers a different skill set." You shrug with a chuckle.
"You're so amazing." He says kissing your temple.
"Well I have to be, my boyfriend's pretty cool you know." You smile.
"Oh, is he?"
"Yeah, the coolest." You nod.
"He's a lucky man." Bucky chuckles.
"Sure is. But I think I'm luckier."
I think he'd disagree."
"I'm sure. Let's go find our seats."
"I'll get us drinks first and find you at our table after." Bucky says removing his arm from your shoulder but kissing your hand before he lets you go.
"You sure?"
"I could track you down in a sea of thousands doll, go. I'll see you in a few." He says.
"Something fruity please." You tell him.
"I know what to do." He winks and walks off. You pivot towards the tables to search the name cards for your and Bucky's seats.
"Y/n, hi I'm Noah, I just wanted to say that I'm a huge fan of yours." The man, Noah, appeared pretty much out of nowhere.
"Hi Noah, thank you. Just- trying to do what's right." You smile. You'll admit you've not had many adults come up to you and say they're fans?? It's usually kids so you're not sure what's the best approach here.
"Oh you don't have to be so modest! You're a hero! You've earned every right to brag."
"I'm not really the bragging type is all." You chuckle.
"That's so honorable." He nods. You hum in response.
"I'm gonna go find my seat, but it was nice to meet you!"
"Oh did you come alone? Is someone waiting for you?" He asks.
"What?" You blink at him.
"Well just that you're usually always with the one with the arm- the soldier."
"Bucky." You say.
"Right him. I'm just surprised to see you without him." Noah shrugs.
"Oh, he's here. He went to get us drinks."
"Interesting. I'm surprised."
"By what? Like you said we're always together." You shrug.
"Yeah, right, I know I guess I just thought by now you'd wake up."
"Excuse you?" You scoff.
"Oh come on darling, you and I both know you can do way better than that killer you're with now." He smirks placing a hand on your arm.
"If you want to keep that hand I suggest you keep it to yourself because if you touch me again you won't have to worry about 'that killer I'm with' I'll end you myself." You smile back at him.
"Fiesty."
"Yes, I tend to be when you insult my loved ones. Go figure. I'm going to go find my seat now before you dig yourself a hole too deep to climb out of, enjoy your evening." You say before walking away. Perhaps you should've mitigated that without threatening him, if it reflects badly on the team you could be undoing the very thing you came here for and that's usually Tony's area of expertise, oh there's your name but I mean that guy totally had it coming he was being an absolute jerk. How dare he say-
"Found ya." Bucky kisses your cheek as he sits beside you, cutting your train of thought.
"Hey." You smile giving him a peck on the lips. "What'd you get me?"
"I forget the name but it's a vodka cran with peach and lime basically, something from their specialty menu. I thought you'd like it." He shrugs.
"I'm sure it's lovely, thank you." You tell him taking a sip. It is pretty good. "What'd you get yourself?"
"Just a whiskey." He says. "Anything fun happen while I was away?"
"Nope, I ran into some guy before I found our seats but, that's an interaction barely worth mentioning." You roll your eyes.
"Uh oh, what'd he do?"
"Doesn't matter." You say with a kiss. "Have you seen anyone else yet? It looks like none of us are at the same tables." You point out.
"I saw Tony and Pepper's place cards but they're not sitting if they're already here."
"Oh, what table are they at?" You ask.
"It's over there, and don't worry I already told the bartender that Tony is only allowed one drink." Bucky says making you giggle.
"Well, that's a relief. Let's hope he didn't prepare for that restriction." You hum.
"I think Pepper keeps him on a pretty tight leash so it shouldn't be a problem. I just figured you'd rather be safe than sorry."
"When it comes to Tony's alcohol consumption absolutely." You nod.
"Oh my god is that the winter soldier?" You hear a voice whisper next to you.
"I can't believe they let him in here." Another hushed voice responds, making your jaw clench.
"Well I'm not about to sit next to him." Voice one scoffs.
"I'm sure we can get someone to switch with us it's fine. Come on." Voice two says and the two scuttle off.
"Fucking idiots." You roll your eyes. Bucky clears his throat and takes a sip of his whiskey.
"Oh look there's Vis." Bucky points out the red synthezoid at a table a few rows away from you.
"Okay so we're here, Pepper and Tony should be, Vision and Wanda are there, isn't Steve coming? I wonder where he'll be sitting." You hum.
"I bet he's already in his seat. Look for a bunch of giggling women hovering at a table and we'll probably find him at the center."
"I wonder why they sat us all apart."
"I imagine to promote mingling. All the Avengers at one table would be rather intimidating for the rest of the gala I think. No one would approach us." He shrugs.
"Oh maybe." You hum. You pick up the program sitting on the table to get an idea of how the evening is meant to play out. They'll start with an opening address, then serve dinner, then do the auction items, and the rest of the night will be dancing and mingling. You and Bucky entertain each other at the table until someone begins the night's todos with the opening address. The speech is about five minutes long, thanking guests and talking about the importance of the cause. Dinner orders from the preselected menu are taken quickly and food is brought out within 15 minutes.
"See I told you it was him." You hear a hushed conversation, not at your table but close. Bucky's hand hovers over the fork that he had been reaching for.
"My goodness you were right. That's scary."
"And to think he has a girlfriend walking around like that." That's the line. Bucky stands from your table abruptly and storms off. You hurriedly gather your purse to follow after him but you stop at the table you'd heard the voices coming from.
"If you guys are so bored with your lives that you have nothing better to do than gossip the least you could do is keep your pathetic opinions to yourself." You scoff before walking off to track down your boyfriend.
"Bucky wait." You call when you catch up to him just outside the venue.
"I want to leave." He says.
"It's barely been an hour-"
"And in that time there have been four separate instances of people talking about me like some zoo animal who can't fucking hear them."
"Four?"
"I heard that guy telling you that you can do so much better than the 'killer you're with now', so yeah. Four."
"We'll leave." You nod. Bucky hands his ticket to the valet and it takes almost no time at all for them to bring your car around to the front.
Your drive home is silent, though you rest a comforting hand on Bucky's thigh as he drives. Back in your room at the tower is where the quiet is finally broken.
"I'm sorry." Bucky frowns.
"What on earth for?" You shake your head at him
"I totally ruined the evening. I know this was- important to you that we go." He sighs.
"Don't be ridiculous. There are enough Avengers there to represent the whole team Bucky we didn't have to go, we didn't have to stay. Plus I never want you to be somewhere you don't feel comfortable. The gala is not nearly as important to me as your feelings." You tell him.
"Everything would be so much easier if it wasn't so-"
"Bucky don't. That's a dangerous path to start down. There is nothing wrong with you."
"Stop, y/n. Stop pretending that you don't hate it. If I could still have my normal arm I-"
"Well you don't." You snap, cutting him off.
"What?" He blinks at you.
"You don't have your 'normal arm' Buck, and I didn't even know you when you did. I fell in love with you with the metal one attached to your body, and it's the only you I've ever known. How could you possibly think I hate it?"
"You heard what people were saying tonight-"
"I'm not dating any of them or their opinions. And neither are you. Who gives a fuck what they have to say about it? Don't let them decide what parts of you are worth loving." You say grabbing his face.
"Don't you get tired?"
"No. I'd happily spend the rest of my life clapping back at people's ignorant comments if it meant always coming home to you. I've fought evils those peabrains couldn't even comprehend if they tried, their narrowminded drivel means nothing to me. They're like walking talking gossip rags. Who pays those any attention?" You roll your eyes.
"I love you."
"I love you too. All of you. Even with your metal arm and your chaotic history. Don't you dare let random noise make you forget that." You poke his chest.
"Alright alright." He laughs pulling you against his chest into a hug.
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#marvel#marvel fanfiction#bucky#bucky barnes x reader#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes fluff#bucky x reader#bucky barnes
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AITA for not helping my family pay for hospital bills?
🎷🔥 so i can find it later
This is going to need a lot of context right off the bat. I (20'sM) am a gay man that comes from an extremely conservative family. My sister (20'sF) is also a lesbian and recently got married and adopted a child. I'm very proud of her, but that's not the issue.
My parents seem to have little to no issue with my sister marrying a woman. They do have a very big issue with me liking dudes, however. Like, it was the reason my parents got divorced "big issue." I'm not gonna go into everything, but my sister ended up with my dad and I stayed with my mom for reasons I'd rather not share.
Our last parting was on... less than decent terms. Upon finding out that I was of the homosexual variety, my dad flipped his lid. He called me several slurs and said some other very hurtful things, and even made moves to physically attack me. My mom, also a very homophobic woman, stepped in and thankfully talked him down. Then divorce, etc etc.
I saved up enough money to move out when I turned 18 and may have done some impulsive things including completely trashing my mom's bathroom, which I know I'm definitely the asshole for, but in my defense my mom kept "forgetting" to pick up my prescriptions and I was manic (I have bipolar). But, again, I know I'm the AH for that.
I now live with my two best friends R (20sNB) and P (20sM) in a house we all pay for. R comes from money so they help out a lot, and I love them both to death. We kind of have a sort of situationship but none of us are poly? Idk it's weird we're just going with it rn.
Anyway, I bring them up bc we all went to my sister's wedding together, and my parents separately chewed me out for bringing them (and for R daring to wear a dress. They're amab for context) and I obviously argued back bc hey they're my best friends and my sister specifically said it was okay for me to bring them (she and R are also friends and they wouldve been invited regardless of me bringing P) and also because R looks very good in a dress and i can handle them shit-talking me but i will not tolerate slander towards R or P.
At the wedding, I went full no contact with them and told them to lose my number. They, ofc, did Not lose my number and I got several calls from extended family saying about what you would expect them to say, so I switched numbers and gave only my sister and her wife my new number.
My sister. I love her to pieces but sometimes she gets on my nerves. She gives my number to my mom to have "just in case," but she reassures me that she won't give it to my dad or any other family. So far, she's made good on that promise, I just have to deal with periodic calls about getting a girlfriend and having kids.
Now, my dad isn't the healthiest guy out there. He has arthritis, osteoporosis, and several other things that i don't really wanna get into. As he's aged he's only gotten worse and there have been several times he's almost died, but recently he's been put on hospice and has an estimated Not Very Long to live.
Here's where I may be the AH. My dad calls me while I'm at a very important, personal event for R (he got my number from my mom) and goes on a long rant on how I'm an unlovable disgrace and how he fed me and clothed me and I could make up for all that by helping him pay off hospital debt. I say no immediately and tell him that he's never been my dad, only my dna donor, and that he's going to be dead anyway and that selling his house could cover all the bills. He calls me many more names and tells me he wishes I was never born (calling my mom some very derogatory names too (she's asian)) and that i should just go ahead and off myself to save the world someone like me. I tell him he should die faster while he's at it because God knows the world already has enough bigots in it and there could never be too many mentally ill queers.
I hung up, but now I'm thinking I went a bit too far. AITA for not helping out with his hospital bills and yelling at him?
What are these acronyms?
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~Drunk in Love~
Summary: You and Daryl are both skeptical of Alexandria. So you two go out for a smoke and a drink and things get a little heated.
Word Count:1.2k
Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Fem!Reader
Warnings: P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral (F reciving), Fingering, Creampie, 18+ Minors DNI, High and Drunk Sex, References and Use of Alcohol, Plot then Sex
You and the group arrive at Alexandria. You are very skeptical but you trust Aaron. He seems nice and you like him. The gates open and you are met by some dude who's name is Nicholas.
"Hand over your Weapons" Nicholas says.
"Ugh I dont think were gonna do that buddy. If we wanted to kill you we would have done it by now." You say shifting your weight.
"Yea uhm were gonna be holding on to these. Got a problem with that?" Rick asks tilting his head.
"No-No that won't be necessary. Were gonna let you keep your weapons. Your all gonna have to talk to Deanna though." Aaron says.
"Who's Deanna!" Abraham says. Everybody's Attention is on Aaron and Nicholas as we wait for them to explain.
"I'll take you to her. For now I will show you where will be staying." Aaron smiles walking away. " Follow me."
You walk next to Carl and steal his hat. He pushes you and easily grabs his hat back. "Cheater." You say smiling. "Thief!" he says laughing as well.
You all enter the house and is getting Interviewed by Deanna one by one. After You all are Interviewed, Deanna announces she's having A house party. You didn't want to go but you wanted to get a little drunk so you went.
Everybody looked nice, Rick had shaved his beast of a beard, and Rosita dressed nicely, same as Abraham. We all looked nice. I had noticed that Daryl wasn't here with everybody else. I made a mental note to go look for him later. I walked up to the bar and grabbed drink after drink.
"Hey Rick! Wanna drink." I ask giggling. "Sweetheart? Are you ok? Yah really shouldn't be drinkin this much." He says smiling walking over to you.
"But it's a party!! So let's party!" I say happily. Rick shook his head, "Go find some water." He says holding your arm. "You know what? I'm gonna go find Daryl! Bye Ricky!" I say sluggishly walking out of Deanna's house with a Jack Daniels bottle and two cups.
You walk to the house the group and you are staying at. You walk closer to see someone standing smoking on the poarch. You immediately know who that long haired, vest wearing man is. Daryl Dixon. You've had a crush on daryl ever since the Prison when he was finally stepping up and providing for the group. You've always found daryl attractive but you never thought the feelings were mutual.
Sometimes there were looks and glances, Touches that lingered to long, and tension in the air you could cut it with a knife. You walk up the steps and see Daryl wip around knife in hand.
"Woah buddy, It's just me. I come bearing gifts!" I say shaking the cups and Jack Daniels bottle. He smiled and laughed.
"Ya too young for tha. Whatcha know 'bout Jack Daniels?" He said walking towards you grabbing a cup. " Number one I'm not too young Mr. Dixon and Two I know alot about Jack Daniels." I say giggling
Daryl grumbles at you and scrunches his nose. " Wanna smoke wit me?" He asks taking a puff of the Cigarette.
"Yea sure!" You say grabbing the Cigarette.
After about an hour or two of drinking and smoking you both are extremely wasted, talking about nonsense.
"Ok ok!" You say giggling, " your turn! "
"I don't like this game. It's stupid." He says chuckling.
"C'mon Daryl you have to have another question you wanna ask me?!" You turn to look at him and smile nudging his arm to go on. "Ok fine. Have you ever fucked an older guy? Not like old old but like mid 20's Early 30's?" Daryl asks with a smirk.
"Oh god Daryl! You sicko! I am 26!" I say shocked.
"Still ain't answer ma question." He says smiling. You roll your eyes and chuckle.
"Fine! No Daryl I have not." You say kicking his foot. He grunts, "Well imma have to change that." He says grabbing your face to puff smoke in your mouth. You gladly open your mouth to receive it only to be met with an wet, opened mouth kiss.
You grab his neck and pull him closer receiving a groan from the man. He grabs your waist pulling you closer. You back up as he pushed you forward to the front door.
Your hands fumble around to find the door knob. after 2 minutes of struggle you finally open the door drunkenly giggling and laughing the whole way up the stairs to your bedroom.
The moment that bedroom door closed you two couldn't keep your hands off one another. Tearing off each others clothes, slowly but surely making your way to the bed. You plop down on the bed and daryl makes his way on top of you.
Your dripping wet. Slick running from your slit all the way to your thighs and soaking the bed. Daryl pries your legs open staring at your glistening cunt. "Yer so pretty you know tha?" Daryl says biting his lip
Before you can even respond you feel Daryl's warm tongue on your clit flicking back and forth, up and down and all around. Your met with a wave of pleasure between your legs. He licks from your slit and back to your clit sucking roughly on your clit. You moan out in pleasure, screaming his name over and over again.
He grunts and moans against your pussy sending vibrations through your entire body. You feel the familiar feeling in your stomach. Feels like a bubble about to burts. You grab onto his beautiful brown locs pushing his head further in while trying to ride his face.
You feel your climax approaching very quickly. Your on the edge when you feel Daryl stick two fingers inside you. You let out an audible moan followed by a series of whimpers and you cum all over Daryls face and Fingers.
You start to giggle at the feeling of your release finally being released. Daryl comes to you face and kisses you passionately, while stroking his cock. "Yer ready f'me big girl?" He says lining his cock up with your entrance. You hastily shake your head whimpering, "Please Daryl. I wanna feel you Inside me!" you whimper out.
Daryl chuckles and begins penetrating you. You wince at the feeling considering how big he is but that pain soon forms into pleasure and you moan as he bottoms out. He slowly but roughly starts thrusting into you. His thrusts are rough aggressive and slow making you squirm under him whimpering and begging him to go faster.
"Please Daryl please go faster." You beg holding onto to his broad shoulders. "So Impatient sweet girl." Daryl teases. He listens to your pleas and proceeds to fuck you at a faster and rough pase showering you with praises.
"Look at ya baby, takin me so well."
"You keep squeezin me like tha and I won't last."
"Imma cum in this pretty, tight pussy."
"Oh yes daryl please come inside me!" You whine out feeling Daryl twitch inside. you. And with a few more rough, erratic thrusts, Daryl. shoots his load inside you. He rubs tight, rough circles on your clit making you cum in a matter of seconds. He fucks you through both of your highs. All that can be heard is your pants and giggles. You both cuddle up together as Daryl whispers sweet nothings in your ear while rubbing your thigh.
"I guess fucking an older guy is better." You say smiling. "Yer damn right it is!" Daryl grunts.
You two slowly drift off to sleep, awaiting for tomorrow in this suspicious place called Alexandria.
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Some words of encouragement
🌱🩷: Wrote this while taking a break from studying earlier today. Hope u like it :3
Warnings: Reader uses she/her. No other warnings need tbh. Plays out in the Manager!Yn AU. Requests are open
⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️
The day everyone at Blue Lock has been waiting for had finally arrived. The famous Blue Lock vs Japan U-20 was finally about to happen. It was quite a big event. Not only in Japan did it get attention, but internationally, too. (Y/n) sweatdropped as Anri and Ego forced her to sit next to the president of the JFA, who looked pretty much out of place when answering different questions.
'Does this man even know what a striker is?' (Y/n) thought, quietly looking around. Hoping this pre-game press conference will end soon.
'Did I bring enough water bottles? Does everyone have extra towels? Wait, did Gagamaru bring his uniform even?!' She felt anxiety rise in her stomach as she thought of everything that could go wrong. They only had this one chance. If they lose now, their dreams will be over.
"And I am confident in team Japan's abilities to defeat the Blue Lock team today. With all the respect I have for Teieri and Ego, their team isn't up on our level." The words caused (Y/n) to look back at the old man, her anxiety slowly fading as she fought back a scowl. Next to her, Anri had a similar expression as Ego kept his face neutral.
"What makes you say that, Buratsuta-san?"
"Well, out boys are pro-players for a reason. Blue Lock is just a child's dream of what football is."
'A child's dream?! Blue Lock?! That place is hell on earth. Half of those players would not survive a day there!' (Y/n) clenched her fists as her eye twitched, but it went unnoticed by the adults. She looked back at the cameras filming them. (Y/n) got reminded that the whole World was watching them, including the boys who were in the locker room.
"Today dreams will definitely be crushed." Teh older man ended his boasting and (Y/n) felt her cheeks flare up in anger. She wasn't going to let this slide.
'Nobody will put them down. Not on my watch.'
As Anri was about to take the microphone away from Buratsuta to talk to the interviewers, (Y/n) quickly took it, getting up from her seat.
"(Y/n)?" Anri raised an eyebrow, the girl's glare melting as she looked at her and Ego.
"I am sorry, Teieri-san, but can I say something? I won't take too much of your time." She said, looking between the two and the reporters. The said people quite surprised by the girl's action. Ego and Anri looked at each other for a moment, then slowly nodded their heads.
"Sure."
"I give you 5 minutes."
Smiling softly, (Y/n) nodded her head and turned to look at the reporters. Her heart beating crazy, her mind telling her she was stupid for this, but she couldn't keep her mouth shut. The least she could do for the guys is protect their efforts.
"Japan... Japan was never known as being this big football country like Argentina, Brazil, France, or Germany. Before entering this project, I didn't believe we had one, let alone a whole team of players who had the talent, the endurance, and the sheer will to play and play until they are the number 1 player. But I am glad I was proven wrong." (Y/n) smiled at one of the cameras, grabbing tightly onto the microphone.
"Blue Lock is a team that is a force to be reckoned with. They won't go down without q fight and they are not scared of anyone. The match with Japan's team will be finished quite quickly with a clear winner. The Blue Lock team. The players in that team are the ones who will bring Japan the highly anticipated World Cup." (Y/n) finally finished, feeling 10 times lighter after.
"And what makes you think that Blue Lock will be the ones to win this match? And the World Cup?" A man asked.
"Easy. Because they are the best players our country has to offer. And they will be the best ones in the World."
(Y/n) answered without hesitation, handingvthe microphone to Anri as she sat down.
'I believe in you guys.' She thought, looking directly at the camera from before.
'Crap... this is being aired internationally, too..' (Y/n)'s cheeks turned red in embarrassment now.
'Oh, whatever. I hope the guys aren't embarrassed by what I said.'
And the boys definitely did hear everything, but they definitely weren't embarrassed.
"Hah! Did you hear that?! She thinks I am the best!" Karasu exclaimed proudly while pointing at the TV. Kurona kept quiet as he blushed more, (Y/n)'s words repeating over and over in his head.
'She trust us so much.' His heartbeat quickened a little.
"It's not just you, gel head. She said this about everyone." Rin rolled his eyes, but it was obvious that he was as affected by her words as the rest.
"It's clear that she had mostly me in mind when she said that." Karasu said with a smug look, earning him disapproving looks from Yukimiya and Barou.
"(Y/n) clearly meant all of us, idiot... but mostly me."
"And why you, Barou?" Yukimiya challenged.
"Because I am the king here, and she knows me longer than you guys."
"If that's the criteria, then I count in that, too. Besides, she always told me she admired how fast my reflexes are." Gagamaru announced as Chigiri and Bachira chimed in.
"Don't forget us! She was always impressed with my speed. I am sure she mostly dedicated this speech to me."
"Not so fast, princess. (Y/n) always said that my dribbling skills are out of this world. And she most probably meant me on the talented part of the speech." Bachira gave the two former Team Z members a cheeky smile.
"She knows me just as long as the rest of you guys." Niko cleared his throat, causing the rest to look at him.
"And she would say stuff similar to this to me. So that speech was definitely dedicated to me."
"Hold it! Out of everyone in Building 5 I was the best one. The one who stood out the most. It's only logical that she meant me." Nagi added in, now more awake than ever.
"I am sure she meant me. After all, I was the best one in my building. And (Y/n) always liked my game play skills." Hiori smiled menacingly at the rest.
"Maybe she really did mean the whole team... it's very sweet of her. She is a great manager. Her words made me less anxious too." Tokimitsu smiled softly at the TV as Ego talked about something. Aryu and Otoya sighed in delight, nodding along with Tokimitsu.
"Such a fabulous manager. We are so lucky to have (Y/n)." Aryu smiled, just happy about the compliments she was giving them.
"Ha~ an angel! I will make sure to do a better job on the field than usually." Otoya giggled.
"Wait, guys. Calm down." Reo suddenly spoke up, causing the arguing group to look at him and Isagi, who had serious expressions on their faces.
"What?" Barou raised an eyebrow.
"Regardless of who (Y/n) was talking about, we need to stay focused. (Y/n) basically declared to the whole world that we would win." Isagi continued, causing the rest to look at each other.
"And?" Rin raised an eyebrow.
"We can't let her down. (Y/n) has a lot of trust in us to say all that. We need to stay focused on winning." Reo continued.
"And, when we win, we will get even more praises from her." Isagi finished. The last part pretty much sealed the deal for the team.
"Alright then!"
"We are so winning this!"
"You used your lukewarm brains for once."
"Let's win this thing as soon as possible!"
"It seems like they are as motivated as always." Anri giggled as she, (Y/n), and Ego stood outside of the locker room, listening to the team.
"Nothing less to be expected from them" (Y/n) smiled softly as Ego nodded in agreement.
#bllk#blue lock anime#blue lock manga#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#isagi yoichi#blue lock scenarios#reo mikage#chigiri hyoma#gin gagamaru#itoshi rin#karasu tabito#yukimiya kenyu#otoya eita#kurona ranze#hiori yo#bachira meguru#barou shouei#nagi seishiro#niko ikki#aryu jyubei#tokimitsu aoshi
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if you let me
talk to my skin (part 1)
wc: 18.6k
pairing: jaemin x fem!reader
cw: smut, fwb!au, friends to lovers (fr this time!), non idol au, college au, softdom!jaem, alcohol consumption, use of marijuana, use of psychedelics (lsd), lil possessiveness, teasing, fingering, biting, oral sex (giving/receiving), face sitting, morning sex, period sex, shower sex, mentions of masturbation, semi public/car sex, somnophilia, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink (!!), lil degrading, multiple orgasms, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, unprotected sex, consensual sex while under the influence, mentions of other idols, porn with way too much plot
a/n: i didn’t expect this to be as long as it is and I didn’t expect to take as long to write as it did 😭 but i hope y’all enjoy it as much as i had fun writing it! <33
[2:38 PM] FRIDAY
"What are we doing about drinks tonight?" Rina asks.
"Eunji got a bottle of vodka," Meera tells her.
"You think Jeno still has that bottle of patron? Ask your man if he does," Rina nudges you.
"You have his number, you ask him," you scoff, "And he's not my man," you grumble.
"How do you even know who I was referring to?" Rina asks with a smirk.
You lightly shove her, rolling her seat away before you pick up your phone to see the notification you received.
[2:42 PM] jaem:
you still in class
[2:42 PM] you:
sadly yes
this has quite literally been the longest day of my life 😖
[2:43 PM] jaem:
once it's over you should come over
and maybe sit on my face to make you feel better 😇
Your stomach somersaulted, and you put your phone down, taking a breath before picking it back up.
[2:45 PM] you:
jaemin i stg
i hate you
[2:46 PM] jaem:
no you don't
[2:47 PM] you:
now why's that 🤔
[2:48 PM] jaem:
cause i just got more of that blue coffee strain that i've been waiting to smoke just with you 🙄
You can't fight the smile that comes to your face.
[2:49 PM] you:
ig i'll be over in 20 🙄
"I'll see you guys later," you tell Meera and Rina as the three of you reach the student parking lot.
"Where are you going?" Rina asks before you begin to depart from them.
"To see her man," Meera teases, resulting in you flipping them off as you walk in the opposite direction, towards Jaemin's.
[3:04 PM]
The door to the house swung open before you could even raise your fist to knock. Jeno stands in the doorway, looking like he's on his way out.
"Hey, Jen," you greet him.
"Hey," he smiles at you.
"You going out?" you ask.
"Yeah, I'm heading to the gym with Hyunjin and Bomin," Jeno answers, "Everyone else is already out and probably won't be back until later, so..." he looks you up and down, and smirks, "You two have the place to yourselves for a bit. I'll see you later."
"I'll see you, Jeno," you say, looking at the Taurus suspiciously as he walks to his car.
Just as you're about to walk into the house, Jaemin appears in the doorway.
"What's wrong?" Jaemin asks, seeing your expression.
"Jeno. He was being weird," you say as you enter.
Jaemin shrugs.
"Did you tell him?" you ask, following him into the kitchen.
"Tell him what?"
"About this—Us?"
"No," Jaemin says. "But I mean it's not like we're being the most discreet. So if he were to notice something and ask me about it, I wouldn't lie to him."
"Jaemin," you whine.
"What?" he mocks your tone. He sweetly smiles as he grabs your hands, "You're telling me Rina and the rest of the council don't already know?" he asks.
"Their nosy asses pried the information from me," you mumble. but if we all recall correctly, there was no real prying involved.
"It's not like we're doing something wrong. We're both consenting adults. What's the point in having this terribly kept secret?" he says, placing a kiss below your jaw.
"Because.." you can't find the words, "It could make things weird."
"How?"
"We're friends, Jaem," you try not to let a moan interrupt you.
"And?"
"This isn't exactly what friends should be doing,"
"I mean, it can't be too bad, if it feels so good," he says in your ear. "But if you don't wanna-" he begins to pull away from you.
"No, no," you tug on his shirt, pulling him back to you, bringing a smile to his face, "Never said that." You press your lips to Jaemin's before he leads you to his room.
[5:27 PM]
You stir in your sleep, grumbling when you feel the pain in your shoulder from lying on it for too long.
Registering the soft beat of the music playing in the room, you begin to blink your eyes open, remembering this isn't your room.
You find Jaemin with his back to you, sitting a little further down the bed, his laptop in front of him.
"Whatcha working on?" you ask, alerting him you're awake.
Jaemin lowers his laptop screen as you try to peek over his shoulder but only get a glimpse of the pictures he was editing.
"Hey!" you frown.
"It's a surprise," Jaemin tells you.
"Jaemin," you pout.
"Two weeks isn't that long, sweetheart. You can wait," he shrugs.
"Booooo. You're no fun," you roll your eyes.
Jaemin stands to place his laptop on his desk. He shoves his hands in his pocket as he walks back over to the bed but only stops at the foot, silently staring at you.
"What?" you ask, worried you had smudged mascara under your eyes or something.
"Nothing. I just like looking at you," the corners of Jaemin's lips curl up.
"What, you think half my makeup on your pillow and bed head is hot?" you joke, suddenly nervous, feeling like he's looking into your soul.
"Yeah, cause you're hot," he grins.
"Shut up, Jaemin," you turn your back to him.
"No," he grabs your hip, rolls you onto your back, and hovers over you, "I like getting you all like this," he grins, "All embarrassed and flustered. It's adorable."
"Now you're just teasing."
"I thought you liked it when I teased you."
Your face grows warm as he smiles at your flustered state.
Jaemin leans down and kisses you, your hands instantly finding his hair. One of his hands travels down your body and reaches under your shirt, the feeling of his fingers trailing up your torso sending goosebumps all over your skin. Jaemin hums approvingly when he finds you wearing no bra and cups your breast in his hand. You give up the fight for dominance, letting Jaemin's tongue slip past your lips. He lightly traces his finger around your areola, slowly circling the perky bud. He teasingly pinches your nipple between two fingers allowing a moan to slip out of your mouth.
"Do you want me to stop teasing you now?" Jaemin asks.
"No. Please keep going."
"Look at you, baby. Already so desperate for more."
Jaemin slowly trails his finger down your stomach toward the waistband of your sweatpants. He moves his hand to your thighs, softly squeezing them while pulling them apart. Jaemin's hands purposely take their time as he traces the apex of your thigh before cupping your sex over your clothes. He watches your reactions as he runs his finger along your slit, making you feel how uncomfortably wet your underwear has gotten.
A whimper from you brings a dangerous smirk to Jaemin's face.
"Jaem, please no more."
"No more what?"
"Teasing. Please just touch me."
"Like this?" he slips his hand into your pants, softly petting your clit.
"Yes, please just like that," you tell him.
Jaemin hums, feeling the wetness between your legs, easily slipping a finger in before adding another.
Your soft whimpers start to grow louder. Jaemin quiets you with a finger to your lips.
"Shh, some of the boys are back," he tells you, "So if you don't want them to hear you, you're gonna have to be quiet, okay, bunny?"
Unable to produce any sounds other than moans, you just nod. Your eyes roll back when the heel of Jaemin's palm rubs against your clit while curling his fingers expertly. Your fingernails dig into his bicep as you feel the pleasure coursing through your veins.
Jaemin enters a third finger, loving the feeling of your soft walls pulsing around his digits.
You bury your head into Jaemin's neck, trying to muffle your moans with his shirt, resorting to biting down on his shoulder when that doesn't seem to work.
Jaemin groans, feeling the way your body reacts to him, "Fuck, baby, you gonna cum for me already?"
You just nod, holding onto Jaemin as that coil in your stomach grows tighter. Jaemin hears your muffled pleas, your body unable to hold back from squirming as you feel your orgasm approaching.
Your legs close around Jaemin's hand, his fingers still wiggling inside of you as you cum. You curl yourself into Jaemin, letting yourself revel in the high and come back down.
Feeling Jaemin press kisses to your temple brought your face out of his neck to let him kiss your lips instead. You whine into his mouth as he slowly moves his hand away from your sensitive pussy.
"Did so good for me, angel," he says, looking at his fingers, glistening with your slick before taking them into his mouth.
Such a sight shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.
You grab his face and bring his lips back to yours. You feel his body pressed against yours but still want him impossibly closer. You almost don't hear the knock on the door, too preoccupied with thinking about his dick growing hard against your thigh.
With an annoyed grumble, Jaemin stops kissing you and purposely pulls your legs over his lap when he tells whoever's on the other side of the door to come in.
"Renjun wants to know if you're throwing for drinks," Chenle enters without looking up from his phone.
"How much?" Jaemin asks.
"$10," he replies.
Jaemin reaches into his pocket and gives Chenle the cash.
"What about you?" Chenle then asks you.
"What about me? This isn't my party. I don't live here."
"You might as well. You eat our food and smoke our weed."
"Our?" Jaemin furrows his eyebrows.
"Come on, Chenle, don't act like you don't love seeing my pretty face all the time," you grin.
Chenle rolls his eyes, "I don't know how you put up with her," he says to Jaemin before leaving.
"You love me, Lele!" you yell after him.
Once the door shut, Jaemin turns back to you, cupping your jaw. But just as he was about to kiss you, your phone rang.
"Hello?" you answer.
"I'm here," Meera says.
"Okay, I'm-" you're cut off.
"Hi, Meera," Jaemin says, taking the phone from you.
"Hi, Jaemin. You kids have fun?"
"Yeah. Only smoked a little, then was able to get some edits done since someone decided to take a nap," Jaemin teasingly pokes your sides.
"Was she snoring?" you hear Meera ask.
"Excuse you. I do not snore," you defend.
"No, but you talk in your sleep sometimes," Jaemin tells you. You gasp, shocked at this new information. "Don't worry, baby, it's cute." he kisses you.
Meera gags from the other end. "Alright, I'm hanging up now. Tell her to hurry up!" she says before ending the call.
"Wait, you're leaving me?" Jaemin whines with a pout.
"Uh, did you think I was wearing this tonight?" you motion to your shirt and sweatpants.
"I don't see anything wrong with this," Jaemin shrugs.
You roll your eyes, "It won't even be that long. I'll be back here in two hours tops," you kiss the pout on his lips before leaving, and meeting Meera outside.
You had barely just gotten into the car when Meera recites, "'Don't worry, baby, it's cute.'"
"Don't start," you warn her.
[10:35 PM]
Now when you said two hours, you probably should have clarified that that would be how long it would take you to get ready. But considering your best friends tend to lose track of time when alcohol is involved, taking a few shots before heading out should have been the first indicator that the night would start later than you originally anticipated.
Before you even entered the house, you were worried the boys would get a noise complaint, but none of them seemed to share your concerns, as most of them were well beyond gone by this point.
It doesn't take you long to find Jaemin since he's seated in front of the TV in the living room, playing Mario Kart with Jisung, Haechan, and a few others.
Jaemin glances at you before taking a double take as Rina drags you along to the kitchen. You smirk, winking at him as well.
"Dude, come on, we're waiting on you," Haechan nudges Jaemin, breaking him out of his daze.
"Give me a second," Jaemin quickly stands from the couch and makes a beeline for the kitchen.
Jaemin finds you, along with Rina, pouring a mix of things on the counter into plastic red solos.
You down most of what's in your cup, thankful you can't taste the alcohol, and actually enjoy the drink before turning around and almost crashing into Jaemin.
"Hi," he cages you against the counter.
"Hello," you smile, holding onto his shoulders and balancing yourself.
Jaemin can tell by your bubbliness and grin on your face, you're further on the tipsy side.
"I think it's been longer than two hours you've had me waiting, pretty girl," Jaemin tilts your chin up toward him before letting his eyes fall down the rest of your body, taking in your outfit.
"I'm sorry," you say sweetly, "Someone couldn't decide on which shoes went with her dress," you look over at Rina.
"Look, if I wasn't satisfied with my outfit, I would've made it everyone's problem tonight," Rina says before knocking back a shot and wandering off to socialize.
Jaemin can't take his eyes off you. The haze from smoking just minutes before you arrived now has his mind clouded with nothing but thoughts of you. "Couldn't even be mad if I tried," he brings his lips closer to yours, "Not when you look this fucking good. All I wanna do is-"
"Jaemin, get your ass in here before we start without you!" you hear Minjeong's voice yell from the living room.
"We aren't finished," Jaemin says to you.
"I'm not going anywhere," you tell him.
. . .
You had lost track of time about three drinks and two spliffs ago.
Smoke filled the kitchen, the one window open all the way, doing next to nothing to actually air out the room. You could feel yourself getting higher with every passing second you stayed in there.
You're brought out of your daze when Kayla approaches your corner, "Hey, have you seen Jaemin?"
"I think he went to get more drinks out of Jeno's car," Eunji answers.
"Why?" Rina jumps in to ask.
"Nothing urgent. He just owes me a rematch," Kayla answers with a smile before walking off.
Rina nods suspiciously, eyeing the girl as she floats around the kitchen.
"Is she trying to make a pass at your man?"
"What? No, he's not even—Wait," suddenly, a sick feeling rises in your stomach, and you doubt its from the alcohol, "No way she is-"
"You remember freshmen year?" Eunji asks.
"Her and Jaemin freshmen year?" Rina emphasizes.
"Okay, but that was years ago," you say.
"And I hear she still doesn't stop boasting about hooking up with Jaemin. Like she was the one to discover the eighth wonder of the world or something," Aeri tells you.
You laugh, "I mean, it is that good-" Rina pinches you, disparaging your joke, wanting you to be more serious about this. "Ow! What!? You really think I'm worried? I trust Jaemin already has in mind who'll end up in his bed by the end of the night anyway," you smirk as you finish the rest of your drink.
"Yeah, but Kayla doesn't think there's anything to stop her from restaking claim on that eighth wonder."
"Enough with that fucking analogy," you hop off the counter, now clearly annoyed.
You were not jealous. No, no, never that. But you couldn't admit out loud that your friends' words helped stir the feeling of possessiveness boiling inside of you.
Jaemin enters the kitchen with cases of beer, settling them on the table before his eyes scan the room. Once they find you, he smiles.
In your peripheral, you see Kayla approaching Jaemin, and you're already moving across the tiled floor to Jaemin before you can even think about it.
Neither Jaemin or Kayla have the chance to say anything as you kiss Jaemin, catching him and everyone else off guard. But shock quickly leaves Jaemin's body when he feels your lips against his, and kisses you back, grabbing your waist.
You circle your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and letting Jaemin's tongue slip into your mouth. The both of you are too caught up in the heat of it to care for all the people witnessing the entire thing.
Coming back to reality, you pull away with his bottom lip between your teeth, making him slightly groan. Jaemin looks at you with a dark gaze before you slip out of his arms.
You wipe off your lipgloss from the corner of his mouth, turning to Kayla, "You said you were looking for him for something?" you ask before walking away, leaving her and Jaemin both speechless.
Returning to your friends' corner of the kitchen, you quickly search for another drink. Aeri immediately hands you hers, and you knock back the liquor.
"That was…" Jisung's at a loss for words.
"Unexpected," Yangyang finishes.
"Hot," Eunji says.
"Unexpectedly hot," Rina partially jokes.
You don't hear Jaemin approaching you from behind and jump when you feel his chest against your back.
"Come to my room in five minutes," he says in your ear.
By the time you turn around, Jaemin's already walking away, shooting you a wink as he makes his way up the stairs.
"There's no way you actually believe that. Rise of the Skywalker doesn't have shit on Rogue One!" Minjeong continues.
You used the heat of Minjeong's Star Wars debate with Keeho to unnoticeably slip away from the party.
You follow the familiar path to Jaemin's room to be quickly pulled inside before you can even reach for the doorknob. Jaemin's door slams shut with your body pinned against it. You can feel your pulse rapidly beating the closer Jaemin's face got to yours, his lips only a breath away from yours.
"You really thought you could do something like that and just walk away like it was nothing?" Jaemin asks lowly.
"Kayla seemed like she had something important to tell you," you shrug, "What'd she have to say, anyway?"
"Wanted a rematch in Mario Kart," he says.
"So why are you in here with me and not out there giving her what she wants?" you ask.
"Cause I already know what she wants. But I've made it very clear that me and her are just friends."
"So are we," you say.
"But this—you and I—is different," Jaemin says.
"How?"
"Because it was freshmen year, and Kayla and I were never really seeing each other. Just fucking."
"Ah, yes. Just good, meaningless, hot sex," you nod.
"Exactly. Meaningless," Jaemin made sure to enunciate every syllable of the last word.
"Are you saying this means something?"
"Yeah, it can," Jaemin's gaze drops to the floor for a second, "If you want it to," he sheepishly smiles at you.
You smile as you slide your hands up to Jaemin's shoulders and kiss him. The loud music playing and noisy people in the house all fade into oblivion with Jaemin's lips pressed sensually against yours.
Jaemin brings you to his bed, sitting on the edge before pulling you into his lap. Jaemin roughly grabs your thighs in his hands, sliding up your skin higher and higher. Your fingers tangle in his hair, bringing him impossibly closer. He cups your jaw, pushing his tongue past your lips, tasting the mix of juice and alcohol lingering with a hint of smoke on your own.
"Gotta admit, though, you're even hotter when you're jealous," he grins. When Jaemin leans in to kiss you, he finds himself chasing after your lips.
"Jealous??" you raise your brows, "Nah ah, I don't do jealous. Possessive, I'll take, but jealous??" you scoff.
"Well, whatever you wanna call it, angel," Jaemin slowly guides your hand down his body, "Just know that it's all you—only you who's doing this to me," your hand lands right over the zipper of his jeans, allowing you to feel the outline of his cock, growing hard.
A grin breaks out on your face, and you grab Jaemin's neck, pulling him back in, roughly kissing him.
He falls back onto the bed with his lips still on yours. Jaemin slips his hand between your bodies, feeling your wetness through the thin layer of cotton.
"Already such a mess for me, angel," he teases.
"S'all just for you."
Jaemin pulls your panties to the side, satisfied with the warm slick he feels on his fingers. Your breath grows uneven when he slowly circles his thumb around your clit.
"Want me to do something about that?" Jaemin asks.
"You can do whatever you want," you try to keep yourself together.
"I want you to sit on my face," Jaemin says between kisses.
You freeze and pull away from him. You don't know how to react other than to burst out into laughter. Jaemin only smiles when he hears your laugh, but the look in his eyes tells you he isn't just saying some stupid shit cause he's high.
"You're serious?" you stop laughing.
"I was pretty serious earlier, and I still am now. Besides, when have I ever said something didn't mean," Jaemin tells you while rubbing his hand up and down your back.
You tug your lip between your teeth, growing excited at the thought; your underwear definitely ruined at this point.
All you can do is say, "Okay," with a nod.
Jaemin's hands that were previously toying with the material of your skirt are now bunching up the fabric, pushing it up your hips.
You slide your underwear down your legs without breaking eye contact with him, dropping them somewhere on the floor.
Jaemin places his hands on your hips once you crawl your way up his body. He smirks, licking his lips, about to direct you onto his mouth before you stop him. "Wait."
"What?"
"I've never done this before," you tell him, sitting back on his chest.
"Do you want to?" he asks, softly running his hands over your thighs.
"I mean, yeah."
"Then, come on and take your seat, princess," Jaemin grins.
"What if I hurt you?"
"You're not gonna," he softly smiles, "But even if you do, I wouldn't mind suffocating by these thighs," he kisses your inner thigh.
"Jaemin," you whine.
"I'm just kidding...partially."
"You better start kicking and screaming if something's wrong," you tell him sternly.
"I will. I promise."
You begin to lower yourself onto Jaemin's face, but then he wraps his arms around your thighs, bringing you down onto his tongue. You moan loudly, feeling the wet muscle lick between your folds, and Jaemin moans too. The taste of you flowing into his mouth like a never-ending fountain.
"Jaemin—ah," you grab onto his hair, "that feels so fucking good."
Jaemin hums in response, swirling his tongue around your clit. You throw your head back, and your hips start mindlessly rocking against Jaemin's tongue. You hear a muffled groan from the man beneath you, and you lift yourself off his face.
Jaemin has a drunken grin on his face while his mouth and chin are wet with your juices, his hair stuck up in different directions from you pulling on it.
"Why'd you stop?" he asks, breathless.
"I don't know, I got scared. I thought you couldn't breathe," you said.
"Baby, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Jaemin says, eager to get you back on his mouth. "You're thinking about it too much again."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Just focus on me," Jaemin tells you before lowering you back onto his mouth.
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as Jaemin captures your clit between his lips. Jaemin never takes his eyes away from your face, watching the worry melt into bliss. You can't help your hips from moving on their own accord, riding Jaemin's face as you chase your orgasm.
Teasing your slit with the tip of his tongue, you feel the vibrations from beneath from Jaemin laughing at your protests against his antics. The wet muscle slips inside of you, feeling your soft walls pulsing.
"Yes-fuck, Jaemin," you screw your eyes shut and throw your head back, "Please, don't stop," you move your hips faster.
But then Jaemin locks his arms around your thighs, keeping you from moving.
Because of how laid back he usually is, it becomes easy for you to forget that Jaemin is no stranger to the gym and frequently visits along with his best friend. A broken moan rips from your throat, feeling Jaemin use his strength to restrict your movements and keep you right where he wants you.
"Cum for me, angel," he says, briefly coming up for air.
Your fist in Jaemin's hair roughly grabs at his roots, causing him to moan against your clit, the euphoria shooting up your spine like an electric shock. You can feel his arms flexing around you to keep you from crushing his head as he laps at your folds.
It wasn't until Jaemin felt your body trembling and your hips attempting to pull away from his mouth, did he free you from his hold. You exhaustedly collapse onto the bed next to him.
"Oh my fucking god, Jaemin," you pant, your eyes fluttering shut.
Jaemin laughs, rolling over to face you. He cages you in with his arms and studies your fucked out state from your hazy eyes to your thighs slightly twitching, still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. He lowers himself to kiss your face.
"You feeling okay?" Jaemin asks.
"Much better than okay," you tell him.
"Good," he kisses you, "Come on," he then moves off you.
"Wha- Where are we going?" you sit up.
"Back to the party?" he says.
Your eyes fall to the bulge in his pants before flicking back to his face.
"I'll be fine. We've been missing for too long anyway," Jaemin began straightening out his clothes.
"Jaemin," you pout, grabbing his hand.
"Aht, don't worry about me, angel," he tells you, "I definitely got what I came for," he says with a kiss.
You grumble, knowing his ass is just as stubborn as you. It's become abundantly clear that he enjoys giving more than receiving, but you can't help that it makes you want to give just as much if only he would let you.
Jaemin watches you start the search for your underwear before stopping you, "Leave them," Jaemin says, "They'll only be coming off again later," he smirks.
You look at him with your mouth slightly open, already feeling the heat pooling in your lower stomach all over again. He gives you a second to pull yourself together before taking your hand and leading you back out to the party.
"Did your room somehow move across the city? The fuck took you so long?" Ningning asks the second you and Jaemin enter the living room, snatching the rolling papers out of Jaemin's hands.
"Sorry, got sidetracked," Jaemin says, sitting on the couch.
"Sidetracked fucking-" Haechan starts before Meera slaps his arm.
"Leave them alone," Meera scolds her boyfriend.
Jaemin didn't give you a chance to think before pulling you down into the spot next to him, keeping his arm around you.
For the remainder of the party, Jaemin mostly stayed at your side, keeping you within arms reach until he could have you to himself for the rest of the night.
[9:51 AM] SATURDAY
When Jaemin woke up, he knew he was fucked.
You were peacefully sleeping beside him, your chest slowly rising and falling with every breath you took. Goosebumps appear over your arms and legs as the AC kicks on, and your hardened nipples poke through the t-shirt Jaemin gave you to sleep in.
"Fuck," he lowly curses to himself, desperately willing away the boner growing in his underwear.
Jaemin could take care of it on his own. It's not like he's unfamiliar with having to slip away from you to take care of an issue that was indirectly caused by you. The first instance being all those months ago, when you first started messing around before you made it clear you were just as open to giving as you were receiving.
Now would be no different, except Jaemin can already imagine the pout forming on your face if you were to know he did so himself instead of letting you. But Jaemin couldn't find it within himself to wake you, knowing how quickly you knocked out last night after he completely wore you out. So a solo quickie in the bathroom is what it's gonna have to be for now.
One problem, though, is you're lying on one of his arms.
Trying his hardest not to wake you, Jaemin tries first, slowly moving away from you toward the edge of the bed so he can quickly take back his arm.
Jaemin starts to hear soft murmurs fall from your lips as you begin to stir, and he stops moving. Once he confirms you're still asleep, Jaemin tries again, almost getting his arm completely free.
But as a chill runs through you, you move back, seeking the warmth of his body again, putting Jaemin back at square one.
With all the sudden movement, your eyes flutter open, and you look over your shoulder at Jaemin.
"Good morning," you smile, seeing he's already awake.
"Morning," Jaemin tries not to focus on the fact that your ass is flush against his erection, "Sleep well?" he asks.
"Uh huh," you nod through a yawn before stretching, causing your ass to rub against Jaemin's crotch. "Seems like you did, too," you raise an eyebrow, now, very much aware of his hard cock resting against your backside.
"Would've taken care of it if you weren't holding my arm hostage," he tells you.
"What would you need to do that for when I'm right here?" you twist your torso, even more, to look at him.
"Didn't wanna wake you," he says.
"Would've been the best way to wake me," you press your lips to his.
You slip your hand between your bodies, finding his clothed cock and palming him over his boxers.
Jaemin groans into your mouth, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth as he ruts his hips into your hand. You push the waistband of Jaemin's boxers down far enough to let his length spring free, grasping his throbbing cock in your hand.
"Fuck, angel," he groans as you twist your wrist, slowly jerking him.
Jaemin's free hand trails up the backs of your thighs before sneaking between them to discover you must've had a dream as good as Jaemin's, considering how wet you already are and he hasn't even done anything to you yet.
"Dream sweet dreams of me, bunny?" Jaemin teases.
"Uh huh," you mumble against his lips.
"I make you feel this good in your dreams?" he asks, moving your panties to the side and rubbing your clit.
"No, this is so much better."
A moan bubbles in Jaemin's throat, feeling you squeeze the base of his cock. You try not to lose concentration and swipe your thumb over his slit leaking with beads of precum, and a raspy curse falls from Jaemin's lips.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you're gonna be the death of me," he says.
"Jaemin, please."
"What, pretty girl?" he asks, "You know if you want something, all you gotta do is ask for it."
You whine, hating that Jaemin loves putting you on the spot like this because he enjoys seeing you all flustered.
"I want you."
"I'm right here, baby," Jaemin says softly, "You want me to do something to you?" he asks, teasingly tracing the seam of your lower lips.
"Yes."
"You wanna feel me inside?"
You nod.
"Like this?" he asks, sinking two fingers into your pussy.
You hum, your eyes fluttering shut; Jaemin all too well-versed in knowing how to play your body like a fiddle.
"More," you tell him.
"You want my cock, angel?"
"Yes," you nod, "Please."
Jaemin wastes no more time with your panties, pulling them to the side and lining his cock up with your entrance.
The raw feeling of skin against skin without the latex barrier causes you to become more and more grateful for the conversation you and Jaemin had a few weeks ago about using condoms, knowing neither of you are sleeping with anyone else, and you completely trust Jaemin. Because the feeling of him entirely—every ridge, curve, and vein—buried deep inside you had your head spinning.
You sharply gasp, arching your back as Jaemin slides into you. He buries his head into your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin. Your eyes roll back, and you try to grab onto whatever you can.
Resting his hand on your hip, Jaemin slowly slips out of your pussy before filling you right back up.
"Jaemin~" you mewl.
"You like that, princess? Is this what you wanted?" he asks.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes—thank you, Jaemin," you screw your eyes shut and grab onto his arm.
"Anything for my angel," he kisses you.
Once Jaemin finds a steady rhythm to work at, he grabs your leg, pulling your knee toward your chest. The new position allows you to feel the delicious drag of his cock against your walls. Your shallow breaths quickly melt into small whimpers and moans as Jaemin toys with your clit. Reaching behind you, you grab his hair, your lips meeting in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Jaemin angles his hips, hitting your sweet spot with precision, making you moan.
"Jaemin, oh my god-"
"I know, sweetheart, I know," he slows down, "But if we don't wanna wake anyone, you gotta be quiet for me," he tells you.
You bit down on your lip, suppressing the noises threatening to spill from your lips. You could hear how uneven Jaemin's breathing had become as your walls pulsed around him.
"You're doing so good for me, baby," he kisses your cheek, "You gonna cum?"
Untrusting of your voice, you only nod.
"You feel so good—fuck. So fucking tight and wet," Jaemin rasps in your ear while working your clit with his thumb.
You force your face into the pillow, muffling your cries as you cum around Jaemin's cock.
You can hear the heavy breathing and grunts from the man behind you, feeling your pussy choke his cock in a vice grip.
"Shit," Jaemin hisses, slipping out of your overstimulated cunt.
You quickly replace Jaemin's hand with yours, curling your fingers around his shaft. You move to situate yourself between his legs, taking his dick into your mouth without a second thought.
"Fuck, angel," Jaemin runs a hand through his hair, "You're so fucking good for me," he throws his head back against the headboard.
You flicker your eyes up toward him, taking in the way his brows furrow and abs contract with every slow movement of his hips.
"You're gonna make me cum," he warns, stroking the back of your head.
You moan, taking more of him down your throat until tears are pricking at your eyes. You use your hand to squeeze the base of his cock while you hollow your cheeks around the rest of what you can fit in your mouth. Jaemin lifts his head, looking down at you, lost in your own little world, seemingly enjoying this as much as he is.
That was enough for Jaemin to shoot warm ropes of cum down your throat.
Jaemin's sensitive cock twitches against your tongue, watching your pretty lips slide off his dick, licking the drops of his cum off the corners of your mouth before swallowing.
"Since when were you such a morning person?" Jaemin asks, catching his breath.
Sitting up on your knees, you crawl into his lap. "I'm not. Just a really horny one," you wrap your arms around his neck.
Jaemin laughs against your lips, holding your hips.
A knock on the door startles you, pulling you away from Jaemin. "If you two are done fucking, breakfast is ready," you hear Rina's voice.
"Oh my god," your eyes widen, "I wasn't even that loud, was I?" you ask in horror.
"You weren't exactly quiet," Jaemin says.
"Yeah, no thanks to you," you roll your eyes.
"So now this is my fault?"
"Yes," you answer, getting off him.
You stand and suddenly become aware of the ache in your legs. Jaemin places his hands on your hips to steady you, ready to follow you out.
As you make your way downstairs, the smell of weed hangs heavily in the air, and you can hear some sort of disagreement in the living room over the music playing from the kitchen, letting you know almost everyone is awake.
Great.
"Good morning," you enter the kitchen with Jaemin close behind you.
"Must've been a good morning for you indeed," Meera says, and you pinch her as you pass by her.
"Save me a seat," Jaemin whispers, kissing your cheek and lightly tapping your ass before joining the wake and bake sesh going on in the living room.
You can feel the eyes on you as you move around the kitchen, making yourself a plate of food. Rina, Meera, and Kali all wait until you sit down before they begin.
"So, last night was…interesting," Meera starts.
"What makes you say so?" you ask.
"For starters, you missed everything with Kali and Chenle last night-" Rina begins.
"Aht, aht, this wasn't even supposed to be about me, and there's nothing to even tell," Kali cut her off.
"That game of truth or dare said otherwise..." Meera mumbles behind her coffee mug.
"It was your idiot boyfriend's idea to play that stupid game," Kali spits back defensively.
"Well, it certainly is surprising to still see you're here this morning. And that shirt is looking vaguely familiar. I'm pretty sure I remember seeing Chenle wearing it when I was here yesterday," you tease Kali.
"I was too fucked up to go home last night, and he let me borrow it so I wouldn't have to sleep in my dress," Kali explains.
"Sounding familiar?" you ask Meera.
"Just a little," Meera nods.
"Anyway, what we're actually here to discuss is whatever almost went down last night between you and Kayla," Kali says.
"Oh my god," you roll your eyes, "Whatever over-exaggeration Rina already told you, just imagine that but ten times less dramatic."
"Oh, come on. The look you had on your face, if Kayla had been two seconds faster, her ass would've ended up knocked out right in that spot," Rina says, pointing to almost the exact same spot you kissed Jaemin last night.
You laugh before flinging a piece of bacon at Rina.
"That is so, not what would have happened," you shake your head, "But it doesn't matter now anyway since Jaemin made it very clear, they are nothing but a memory in the past."
"How clear?" Meera asks.
"Clear enough, I forgot why I was even bothered by the third time he made me cum last night," you grin as the memories flash back in your mind.
[4:26 PM] TUESDAY
A soft knock on your door brings you out of your slumber. You mumble a response to whoever's on the other side of the door, telling them to come in.
Jaemin's voice fills your ears as he calls your name, and you lift your head to look at him.
"Jaemin?" you rub the sleep out of your eyes.
"Hi, sweetheart," he sweetly smiles at you.
"What are you doing here?" you ask, afraid you forgot plans you made with him.
"Eunji said you weren't feeling good, so I came to check on you," Jaemin says, and before you can ask, he tells you, "I caught Rina on her way out and she let me in."
"You didn't have to come all the way over here, Jaem," you smile at him, "I'm fine," you say before groaning as your muscles contracted, "This shit ain't nothing I'm not used to," you bury your face into your pillow, wishing the pain would quickly pass.
Spotting the bottle of Motrin on your nightstand, Jaemin asks, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, not really," you finally feel the tension ease up.
"You sure, baby?" Jaemin rubs your leg soothingly.
"Unless you have something in mind, Nana," you smirk.
Jaemin grins as he pulls your legs apart, situating himself between them, and hovers over you. He lowers himself to plant a soft kiss on your lips. The quick little pecks quickly escalate into a full-on makeout, your legs locking around his waist as he grips your thigh.
"Someone's eager, huh?"
"Maybe I'm just a little needier today," you tell him.
"Not an issue for me at all," he says, slipping his hands under your hoodie.
Goosebumps rise on your skin, feeling his fingertips softly brush your sides, sliding your hoodie up your torso. Jaemin starts kissing down your body, beginning to reposition himself between your legs.
"Jaemin, wait," you stop him, and he snaps his head up at you,
"What? What's wrong?" he asks, concerned.
"I'm on my period," you tell him.
Jaemin nods, "I know. I figured that much when Eunji said you could barely get out of bed today because how bad your cramps were," he kisses your lower stomach.
Compared to your previous hookups, Jaemin had already exceeded your standards, and even now, he continues to raise them.
Wow, the bar really is in hell.
But as you stay quiet, still taken aback by his response, Jaemin pulls away from you.
"But, obviously, if you don't want to, I understand, baby," he kisses your hand.
"No, I do. It's just…"
"What?"
"I don't know. Other guys made me feel weird about it. So I guess I wasn't expecting you to not care."
"Of course I care," he softly kneads your thigh, "that's why I want to."
"What about the mess?" you pout.
"You really think a little blood bothers me?"
"Evidently not," you say, "But I just put these sheets down," you whine. Now it seemed like you were the one making up excuses.
Jaemin laughs, "I could always go grab that towel from my car," he says, "Or better yet…" he gets off you and disappears into your bathroom. You hear the shower turn on before Jaemin comes back. Sitting up on your elbows, you watch as he grabs the back of his shirt, tearing it over his head. "Come get in the shower with me," he instructs before dropping his pants, leaving himself naked in front of you.
Jaemin smiles as you gawk over his figure before he leaves your sight, going into the bathroom. You rise from the bed and begin undressing as you follow his steps.
Entering the bathroom, you feel the humidity clinging to your skin as you close the door. Jaemin stands under the shower head, letting the water run down his body as he watches you through the glass door, undressing yourself the rest of the way. More steam pours out as you open the door and step into the shower. Wet strands of hair hang over Jaemin's eyes as he stares at you through his lashes.
Watching the water roll down the contours of his body has you pressing your thighs together.
"It's rude to stare, angel."
"Sorry," you snap out of it, shaking your head.
Softly smiling at how cute you are, Jaemin holds his arms out for you, "Come here."
Shortening the already small distance between you, you walk into his arms and let him embrace you. Water dripping from the ends of his hair land on your nose and cheeks with how close you are to him.
You grab Jaemin's face as he circles his arms around you. You bite down on his lip with a squeal, feeling the water hitting your back when he switches spots with you, putting you under the stream of water. Jaemin laughs as he directs you to turn away from him and pull your back against his chest.
"I've got you, sweetheart. Just relax for me," Jaemin kisses the side of your neck.
You let the warm water cascade over you, seemingly easing your tense muscles as Jaemin kisses your skin.
You lean against Jaemin's firm chest as he snakes his arms around you. His hands slowly move from your hips, sliding up your torso to cup your breasts. You begin softly mewling as Jaemin kneads the tender flesh. He feels your hardened nipples under his touch and softly tweaks them between his fingers, making you moan and arch into his hand.
"Oh, baby," he coos, "You're so sensitive," you felt him smile against your ear.
"Feels good," you crane your neck to look at him.
"Yeah, want me to keep making you feel better?"
"Please," you nod at him.
Jaemin presses his lips to yours as one of his hands slips between your thighs. You whimper, shuddering in his arms, feeling his middle finger softly stroke your swollen clit.
You grab Jaemin's hair, deepening the kiss as you roll your hips against his hand. He smiles against your lips, swallowing your moans when he sinks one of his fingers into your warm cunt.
"Yeah?" Jaemin asks, watching your brows furrow as your mouth drops open, silently moaning.
"Yes, Nana, please give me more."
"As you wish, sweetheart."
Jaemin adds two more fingers at the same time, your pussy sucking in his three digits. Your back arches away from his chest, and Jaemin flexes his arms, keeping you flush against his body.
The pain in your lower abdomen subsided, quickly replaced by the coil in your stomach tightening.
Jaemin ignores the fatigue in his arm, still curling his fingers against your gummy walls, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. He uses his other hand to focus on your clit, pressing his fingers to the stimulated bundle of nerves and rubbing calculated circles.
"Jaemin, please, oh my god-"
"Gonna cum for Nana?"
"Mhm—I'm so close."
"Go on, baby, let go for me."
Jaemin lets you rest all your weight on him as you slump against his chest, letting your orgasm wrack through your body. He kisses your shoulder, easing you through your come down.
Turning your head to find Jaemin's lips, you slip your tongue into his mouth. He softly wraps his hand around your neck to keep you there, tangling his tongue with yours. You rest your hand over his, holding your throat, saying, "Please, fuck me," you whisper against his lips.
"I love how pretty you sound begging for me."
"Please, Nana, I need you so fucking bad." With how unpredictable your emotions have been all day, you thought tears might actually start falling from your eyes if he kept teasing you like this.
"It's okay, bunny. I'm right here."
Jaemin has no trouble guiding his cock into your pussy as he holds eye contact with you, watching your face melt into bliss. A low growl-like sound emits from Jaemin's chest as he buries himself inside you.
"Holy fuck, princess, you feel so fucking good. I could keep your pretty little pussy wrapped around me all night."
The thought alone causes a new wave of arousal to flood between your legs, and you're thankful for already being in the shower.
"Jaemin," you moan.
"Not if you keep saying my name like that, though," he groans, slowly adjusting his hips. "But that's okay, baby. You can cockwarm me another time," he says, and your walls flutter around him, "Of course, you'd like that," he smiles.
Anything you had thought of saying is erased from the forefront of your mind, feeling Jaemin draw his hips back before pulling you back onto his cock. Fully sheathed inside you, it feels like he's impossibly deep inside your guts. Beyond the running water and yourself, you could hear wet skin hitting against each other as Jaemin pounded into you from behind. You don't have much to ground yourself with, holding onto the tiled wall.
"How're you feeling, bunny?" Jaemin asks against your neck.
"Good. So fucking good," you cry, "T-Thank you…thank you, Nana," you stutter as he slows down, the tip of his cock softly stroking your sweet spot.
"Nana's got to make sure his princess is all taken care of," Jaemin kisses your temple.
"Nana, please," you pant.
Jaemin smirks, watching your eyes roll back when his hand returns to your neck. This time gently squeezing the sides of your throat.
"You close again, angel?" he asks in your ear.
"Please," you beg.
"Touch yourself for me."
"Jaem-"
"You wanna cum, don't you?" he asks. You nod, and Jaemin guides one of your hands to your core, "Then let me feel you make your pretty little pussy cum on my cock."
It was hard enough to stand on your own, let alone focus on touching yourself. In contrast to Jaemin, your fingers weakly rubbed your clit with sloppily uncoordinated circles.
"That's my good girl," Jaemin hums, feeling the way your pussy chokes his dick as he thrusts into you. "Cum for Nana," he tells you.
"Jaem!" You desperately reach for him, one hand tangled in his hair while the other left red scratches down his forearm.
With your legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, Jaemin secures his firm hold to keep you upright. His soft grunts fill your ears as your pussy pulses around his cock, making it harder to resist the urge to cum inside you. You feel Jaemin's cock twitch against your walls, brushing your abused g-spot when he quickly slips out of your cunt. You hear Jaemin's breathy moans as he jerks himself in his hand, cumming on your lower back.
"Fuck," you tiredly fall against the tiled wall.
"How are you feeling now?" Jaemin asks, pulling you away from the wall and turning you to him.
"So much better," you say through shallow breaths. "Thank you, Jaemin."
He kisses your forehead, "Now let's actually get you cleaned up."
[6:42 PM] SUNDAY
"Ow! You just pricked me!" Haechan exclaims.
"If you weren't moving, I wouldn't have," Rina grits through her teeth.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Haechan asks.
"Of course I fucking do. This is my major!" Rina now purposely pricks Haechan's arm with a sewing needle, "Mimi, I swear to god, I'm going to sew your boyfriend's mouth shut," she turns to Meera on the couch.
"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't. Hyuck's real good at using that mouth for more than just talking," Meera smiles proudly.
"Oh my god, please stop," you cover your ears and roll off the couch.
Not wanting to hear what Haechan could have possibly said back to his girlfriend, you go down the hall to bother Kali and Jaemin.
You peer your head into the bathroom to see Jaemin leaning over the side of the tub while Kali washes the dye out of his hair with the detachable showerhead.
"Hey, pass me that towel," Kali points to the towel hanging on the door.
Handing her the towel, you ask, "How're you doing, Jaem?"
"None of my hair has fallen out yet, so that's a good sign," Jaemin replies.
Once Kali rings all the water out of Jaemin's hair, she securely wraps the towel around his head and allows him to stand to his full height.
"Can I see?" you ask like an impatient child.
Kali pulls the towel off Jaemin's head, ruffling his hair to get the rest of the water out.
"Oh my god," your eyes widen.
"What do you think?" Kali asks.
"You like?" Jaemin asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I love," you nod, fighting very hard to resist the urge to run your fingers through his vibrant pink hair yourself.
Throwing the towel back on his head, Jaemin follows you down the hallway back to the living room.
"Jaemin, please tell me you're done," Rina sighs.
"Kali still needs to cut and blow dry my hair," Jaemin answers.
"Damn it. Where's Jeno when you need him? What about Renjun? Is he still studying?" Rina asks.
"I'm not even here," Renjun quickly passes through to the kitchen.
"I'm still right here, you know," Haechan places his hand on his hip.
"Can I get confirmation from all of you you're coming up to lake house this weekend?" Chenle says the moment he enters the house.
"We're doing that this weekend?" Rina stops hemming Haechan's pants.
"This is the last week of the semester. Did we not agree this weekend after Jaemin's exhibit?" Renjun asks.
"That's this week too??" Rina stands up.
"Yup," Jaemin nods, ringing the water out of his ears.
"Oh my god, I don't have anything to wear for any of this," Rina frustratedly ran her hands through her hair.
"This might be a crazy idea, but you could always make something," Chenle says.
"With what time? I still have to finish this and three other outfits for this final project by Wednesday," Rina says.
"Don't you also have to finish my dress for Thursday?" you wonder out loud.
"Fuck!" Rina stomped her foot.
"Hyuck, take off your clothes," Meera stands from the couch.
"Right here in front of all of them, baby? You know I'm not opposed to putting on a show as long as everyone else is okay with it." Haechan says, reaching for his girlfriend.
"No, dummy," she lightly pushes him away, "Take off these clothes and go put some of your own back on, so Rina can take a break," Meera says.
Rina sighed, "I can't-"
"You need to take a break before you stress yourself out more than you already have. I'm not too bad with a thread and needle so I'll help you with whatever, okay?" Meera offers.
After Rina agrees to taking a brief break, a joint magically appears with the words, "Don't say I never do anything for you," from Chenle.
"Shit, I really needed this," Rina drops her head to the back of the couch as she expels the smoke from her lips. "Jaem, you want?" she asks as she passes the joint off to you.
"You know I could never say no," he replies. Joining the rest of you in the living room, Jaemin comes over to you and moves your legs out of the way, making room for himself on the couch, and you hand him the spliff.
"Thank you, beautiful," he takes the joint from you.
Your eyes find themselves glued to Jaemin, watching him take a long drag, letting the cherry burn bright orange for a few seconds. You take in the way the pink fringes of hair frame his face, the new color and cut complimenting him well.
But you're torn out of your thoughts when the front door opens, and Rina jumps to her feet, "Jeno, thank god! Please, I need you, please!" she begs.
"Didn't think she'd be so impetuous when she confessed this," Meera mutters before being met with a pillow to her face, thrown by Rina.
"Uh..yeah sure. What do you need?" Jeno asks.
"First, your measurements," she spins him around and starts measuring his shoulders.
Jaemin makes himself comfortable, draping himself on top of you.
"I've missed you," Jaemin mumbles into your neck.
You laugh, softly threading your fingers through his damp hair, "How? I've been here for the past four hours."
Jaemin lifts his head, "Yeah but I couldn't give you much of my attention. I'm sorry," he pouts.
"Babe, what are you sorry for? I'm fine, not upset," you reassuringly smile at him.
"Still, four hours I spent not really with you...Not touching you," you notice his eyes fall to your lips, "Drove me to near insanity."
You press your lips to his, and Jaemin hums, satisfied into your mouth.
Jaemin only stops kissing you when he's hit in the back of his head with another pillow thrown by Rina, "If you two are not going to be of any help please exit my workspace and go get a room," she says.
"Gladly," Jaemin gets off the couch, grabs your hand, and leads you to his room.
"Wait, Jaem, I still need to give you a blowout," Kali called after him.
"Don't worry Kal, I think I have that covered," you wink as you follow Jaemin up the steps.
"Oh my god, you guys are so gross!"
[7:36 PM] THURSDAY
"How late are we?" you ask as you exit Eunji's car.
"Only a few minutes, but we look good, so there's nothing wrong with being a little fashionably late," Eunji says.
"Especially you," Eunseong says to you, "Rin, you absolutely outdid yourself. And when the fuck can I get one of these?"
"Please give me at least a week before I can make anything else with these hands," Rina said as you all entered the art gallery.
"Did we miss anything?" Eunji asks when you all find Meera and Haechan first.
"Just some rich white woman's speech," Meera answers.
"Perfect, so we missed nothing," Ningning laughed.
"Where's Jaemin and the rest?" you ask.
"Last we saw Jaem, he was over there. Everyone else is everywhere else," Haechan tells you.
The other three stay back to keep talking with Meera and Haechan as you break off from them to find Jaemin. You tried prioritizing your search for him but couldn't but get distracted by the exhibits around you. The sculptures, paintings, photographs, and drawings displayed all over the gallery had you in awe of the work created by your fellow classmates.
Your eyes land on a picture that seems familiar to you. Getting a closer look, you realize it's a picture of Haechan and Meera from a few months ago when you all went to a music festival. You remember that day vividly. It had only been the second day of the festival, and half of you were struggling to cure hangovers from the previous night. Meera and Hyuck seemed to be the only ones sober enough to actually enjoy the performances as they sang and danced with one another. It was the intense passion the two have for one another that you could feel through the picture. Jaemin makes the point to emphasize the emotions in the photo with everything out of focus, your two friends being the center of it all.
You continued looking at the rest of Jaemin's work and noticed your appearance in the photos becoming more frequent as you moved in what you assume is the chronological order of when the pictures were taken.
Jaemin sees you as he speaks with a few sponsors and swiftly excuses himself. He tries to push every inappropriate thought he has, seeing the high slit in the dress and material accentuate every curve of your body.
"He's got a good eye, don't you think?" Jaemin asks you.
"He does," You turn to him and smile. "I'm curious, though, why us?"
"We had to choose an emotion we see every day; happiness, anger, sadness, frustration, fear, love," Jaemin tells you, "I know none of us would put up with one another if we didn't like each other on some basis, but I think the way we express our love to one another is comical, but I also think it's beautiful."
"I love that," you smile.
"Can I show you my favorite one?" he holds his hand out for you.
Taking his hand, you let Jaemin lead you through the rest of his collection until he stops in front of one of the pictures. It was a photo of you. It was big enough that it would take up most of your bedroom wall. You know it was taken not that long ago, remembering that outfit and the party you wore it to. With everyone else dancing, smoking, and drinking around you, you had been the only thing in focus. You can even bet you knew what song you were dancing to by the smile on your face.
"Jaem, when did you take this?" you ask him.
Jaemin smiles, "You and Aeri were too far into the song to even notice," he shrugs, "I don't know, I just couldn't take my eyes off you and just took this on my phone."
This is quite literally the most beautiful picture of you ever taken, and Jaemin just snapped it on his phone amid the chaos you remember of Eric's party while most definitely not sober.
"Why include this picture?" you ask.
"It's my way of showing everyone else the way I see you," he said.
Oh….Oh?
You have no chance to say anything as an older woman approaches the both of you, "Jaemin, I'm still finding it hard to believe these weren't done by a licensed professional with this level of artistry," she says, looking around at his work before leaning into Jaemin and speaking lowly, "I'm not really supposed to say anything now," she looks around, "But that summer internship is practically yours already."
"Wow, that's so great to hear, Mrs. Walters," Jaemin smiles as he shakes her hand before she turns to you.
"Oh, and I recognize you from most of the photographs. Is this your girlfriend?" she asks.
You look at Jaemin, and he looks at you before smiling and squeezing your hand.
"Yeah, she's my girlfriend," Jaemin says.
"How wonderful. Such a beautiful couple," Mrs. Walters smiles at you.
You both thanked her before she was called away, "Again, amazing work, Jaemin. Can't wait to work with you this summer. And lovely meeting you, sweetie."
You nod, barely hearing anything that had just come out of her mouth, still hung up on what had come out of Jaemin's
He just called you his girlfriend?? Jaemin? Girlfriend? You?…Jaemin's girlfriend.
You thought you might possibly explode from the sheer happiness boiling inside you.
You don't realize you've been smiling at Jaemin for quite a minute until your cheeks start hurting. You need to tell someone right now before you absolutely lose it in front of Jaemin and everyone else. You attempt to walk away until Jaemin pulls you back to him instead of letting your hand go.
"Girlfriend—You just…called me your girlfriend," you stumble over your words.
"I did," Jaemin nods, "Was that okay?"
"Say it just one more time for me."
"My beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend."
"I love it," you kiss him, "Now please let me go scream about it in the bathroom."
Jaemin laughs, kissing you one last time before letting you go.
You immediately find Rina by a sculpture that very closely resembles Jeno. How many side gigs does this man have? But you waste no time asking questions about it right now and link Rina's arm, taking her to the bathroom. As you pass Eunji talking to Kara by the bar, Rina snatches Eunji, bringing her along.
"What happened? What's wrong?" Eunji asks as you start pacing around the bathroom.
You stop in your tracks, "Jaemin just called me his girlfriend," you tell them.
Rina's eyes widen before she screams, inducing you and Eunji to scream as well.
The acoustics in the bathroom make the three of you sound like a party of twelve until you realize that you three aren't alone as Meera and Kali exit the big stall, followed by a cloud of smoke.
"Congratulations, babe. I'm so happy for you," Meera throws her arms around you.
"Jeno said people can hear us out there," Rina reads the text he sent, "But who cares cause my baby is finally boo'd up!" she grabs your face and kisses your cheek.
"Okay, guys, I just needed to get out there before I literally passed out but I'm good now so we should get back out there," you say.
"Anyone want a hit before we go?" Kali takes her cart out of her bag.
"Don't mind if I do," Rina takes the pen.
"Where'd this come from?" you ask before taking a hit.
"…Chenle gave it to me," Kali answers.
"And the pieces fall into place," Meera mumbles.
"What??" Everyone snaps their attention to her.
Meera brushes it off, "Nothing."
. . .
You made sure you didn't get too high, considering you're still out in public at a somewhat formal event. You returned to Jaemin and stayed by his side the rest of the night, your hand in his.
As you all exit the gallery and fill out into the parking lot, Jaemin asks, "Can I drive you home?"
"Yeah," you nod and start walking to Jaemin's car.
"Hey! You two, we have an early morning tomorrow, so you better-" Eunji yells after you.
"He's only driving me home!" you yell back.
As he drives, Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, keeping the other steady on the wheel. You can't tell if he's doing it purposely or not, but with each soft squeeze or subtle inch he moves his hand up higher you bite your lip harder attempting to keep your composure. You can feel your insides quivering as you refrain from pressing your thighs together. You look over at him and already regret that decision with how fine he looks in the light of each passing streetlamp.
Stopping at a red light, Jaemin turns his head to see you already looking at him. He softly smiles at you and takes your hand from your lap, interlacing his fingers with yours. He kisses the back of your hand, keeping his hand in yours as the light turns green.
Jaemin reaches your street and parks a few houses down from yours.
"Thank you for coming tonight," Jaemin says.
"Baby, you know I wouldn't have missed this for anything," you say before kissing him. "Too bad you can't come up. Eunji's making us clean the whole house before the trip."
"And I'm driving tomorrow, so I really should go home and get some sleep," Jaemin says but makes no move to leave you.
You kiss him and unbuckle your seatbelt. But before you can exit the car, Jaemin locks the door.
You laugh, "Jaemin."
"Don't go just yet."
"Okay."
He leans over the console and grabs the back of your neck, crashing his lips into yours.
Jaemin lowly curses, pulling away from your lips, "Guess if I can't bring you home with me, I'll just have to take you in here," he licks his lips, "Get in the backseat."
"Unlock the door," you tell him.
He unlocks the doors, and you exit the passenger's seat. Jaemin comes around to your side of the car and grabs your waist before you get into the back.
"Wait, let me look at you for a minute," he practically undresses you with his eyes, "Really regretting not following you into the bathroom instead. Would've loved the chance to fuck you in this dress tonight. Goddamn," Jaemin rasped, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each of his words, "And Rina made this?"
You nod, smoothing out the dress, "Perfection, ain't it," you sway.
"You certainly are," Jaemin kisses you, "Remind me to thank Rina," he kisses your neck, "And possibly apologize for when the day comes and I tear this thing off you," he firmly grabs your ass, "Too bad it can't be today," he pouts.
Jaemin follows you into the backseat of his car, closing the door behind him. You push his jacket off his shoulders, tossing it to the front seat to keep it out of the way.
Jaemin cradles the back of your head as you lean against the window, keeping you from hitting it as you're too distracted with kissing him. You wrap your arms around his neck while sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. He pulls away, and you tug on his lip with your teeth lightly before letting go.
"Allow me the pleasure of making you cum at least once tonight," Jaemin says, rubbing his hand up and down your bare thigh.
You all but moan at his words. Nodding, you say, "Please, Jaemin."
Eager with anticipation, you watch Jaemin's hand slowly glide up your inner thigh, gently guiding your legs apart. His hand disappears beneath your dress, inching closer to where you desperately need him.
Jaemin inquisitively hums when his fingers brush your slick-covered folds, making you shudder.
"No panties, angel?" Jaemin asks.
"The lines would've ruined the dress," you say, trying to keep your hips from chasing after his hand.
Jaemin groans, clenching his jaw, "I really should have fucked you in that bathroom," he says. As he feels your slick dripping onto his hand, Jaemin continues to egg you on with his words, "Would have bent you over that countertop, fucked you from behind. Make you look at your pretty face while I ruin your pretty little pussy."
You let out a pathetic whimper as your legs shut with Jaemin's hand still between them, using the pressure of his fingers against your clit to provide yourself with some sort of relief.
"Oh, you really would have enjoyed that, wouldn't you?" Jaemin smiles, pulling your legs apart. "If only all those people knew my pretty angel was such a slut," he says, sliding a finger into you.
You moan, throwing your head back, and Jaemin's lips attack your neck. He sinks his teeth into the sweet spot below your ear, and you arch into his touch, grabbing his hair.
Kissing his way back up your throat, Jaemin studies your face as your expression twists with pleasure.
"This is definitely a sight I can't get tired of," Jaemin kisses your jaw. "My baby taking my fingers so well," he adds a second before adding a third.
"Jaemin—fuck, please don't stop," You bury your face into Jaemin's neck as you grind your hips against his hand.
"I would never, bunny," Jaemin quickens the pace of his fingers while keeping your clit stimulated with his thumb. You reach for Jaemin's wrist to ground yourself and can feel the muscles flexing in his forearm as he feverishly finger fucked you.
"Please-oh my god, I'm so close," you gasp.
"Yeah, baby? Cum for Nana."
You cum with a cry of curses, and your entire body feels white hot. Jaemin continues to finger you, and you can hear the obscene squelching of his fingers pumping into your sopping pussy as you cum on his hand. You start to toe to the border of overstimulation as your body shakes, and you push Jaemin's hand away from your pussy.
"Okay, it's okay, angel," he says, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you fully into his lap. You keep your head buried in his neck, securely curling your arms around him. Jaemin hugs you tightly, softly rubbing his hand up and down your back.
You finally lift your head and rest your forehead against his.
"You okay, baby?" he nudges your nose with his.
"Yeah," you smile. You grab Jaemin's jaw and kiss him passionately. "But I should probably get going before Eunji sends out an APB for me," you joke.
"I know," Jaemin laughs, "I'll walk you to the door."
He holds your hand the entire five-second walk to your front door.
"Goodnight, Jaemin," you kiss him.
"Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow," he kisses you one last time before heading back to his car. "You're also riding with me, by the way, if that wasn't clear already," he points at you.
"I didn't think you'd have it any other way."
"Goodnight, angel," Jaemin winks as you turn your key in the door.
You're met with Rina and Eunji in the living room, sorting their freshly cleaned clothes as they pack their bags.
"Did you two get lost or end up taking the long way home?" Rina asks.
"Jaem must've missed the exit," you say.
"You left before us," Eunji narrowed her eyes.
"Must've missed a few exits," you shrug, "Jaemin loves the dress by the way," you say as you head to your room.
"I knew he would," Rina grins.
[8:12 AM] FRIDAY
Having been awake for the past hour and a half, courtesy of your beloved roommate, you, Rina, and Eunji are running on schedule for once and had all your things downstairs, waiting for Jaemin, Haechan, and Chenle to arrive with the rest of your friends. But with it being so early and having to wait for everyone else to get picked up before you three do, you end up falling asleep on the couch, vowing to only close your eyes for a few seconds.
30 minutes later, you wake up to the sound of a car horn honking outside before Rina has the chance to let you know herself that everyone's outside.
You grumble, rising from your nap, "That better not be-"
"You already know it is," Rina says as you follow her outside with your things to greet your friends.
"Hyuck, unless you've mastered how to drive with only one hand, I suggest you take that one off the horn before you lose it," you say, annoyed as you roll your suitcase towards Jaemin's car
The Gemini sticks his tongue out at you, and you flip him off.
"Come on, baby, play nice," Jaemin says, picking up your things and packing them into his trunk.
"It's too early in the morning for his shit," you scoff.
Jaemin's able to remove to scowl from your face with a kiss to your lips before you're startled by another car honk.
"Sorry, hand slipped," Haechan smiles as you narrow your eyes.
"Jesus, Rina, what the hell do you have in here? We're only staying for five days, not three weeks," Jeno says as he carries her bag to the back of Jaemin's car.
"Not even that much. You know, the essentials; clothes, toiletries, makeup, my rolling tray, my bong-" Rina starts listing off before Kali interrupts.
"Wait, where's Eunji?" Kali asks, sticking her head out of Chenle's car.
That is a great question.
"Why do things with us always have to be like herding sheep," Renjun shakes his head, slumping against Haechan's car.
He's right. It's like a class field trip, even with only the fourteen of you, always bound to lose track of at least one person.
Just as Meera starts taking a head count, Eunji reappears with a coffee in hand.
"Are we waiting for something?" Eunji asks.
"Yeah, you," Yangyang says.
"Well, I'm here now. We can go," Eunji smiles once Jisung helps pack her duffel into Chenle's car.
"Let's make sure we have everyone first."
After you count the five heads in Chenle's car, four in Haechan's, and the last five, including yourself, in Jaemin's, you climb into Jaemin's passenger seat.
"Hey, I thought you said I could have shotgun," Jeno says.
"I said you could have shotgun on the way over here. I already promised it's hers for the next few hours," Jaemin tells his best friend.
"Sorry. Girlfriend rules," you tease Jeno with a wink.
"Girlfriend rules," Jaemin shrugs.
Jeno shakes his head with a laugh and closes your door before getting into the car next to Rina in the seat behind you. In the furthest backseat, Eunseong finally wakes up when Jeno slams his door a little too hard.
"We there yet?" Eunseong groggily asks.
"We're just about to leave now, babe," Rina looks over her shoulder at Eunseong.
She nods and lies back down, "Wake me when we get there," she quickly falls back asleep.
[1:52 PM]
Chenle takes out the keys to his uncle's lakehouse and enters, all of you following in behind him.
"We've already agreed that the drivers get their own rooms. But the rest of you guys have the other five to choose from-" Before Chenle can finish, Rina grabs your hand and pulls you up the stairs to look for a room. "The biggest one is mine!" Chenle yells after you two.
You trail behind Rina as she looks through each room you pass before finding one with a good view of the water.
"This one is definitely ours!"
Rina was quick to stake her claim on this room, unpacking her things as soon as she decided.
A knock from the other side of the door, followed by your name, catches both of your attention.
"I wasn't sure where you wanted me to bring your bags, so I'm just gonna leave them out here, okay?" Jaemin says.
"Okay, thank you!" you yell back to him.
"Oh, shit, I totally forgot about you and Jaemin," Rina says.
"I already agreed to room with you, it's fine," you tell her.
"But that was before he was your boyfriend," she says with a smile, "So it's fine, go stay in his room and leave me here all by my lonesome," she dramatically sighed.
"Shut up, Rin, I'll stay if you really want me to," you say, and she victoriously hugs you, "But I can't promise I'll be actually sleeping in here much," you tell her honestly.
"That's fair."
As everyone else claimed their rooms and began unpacking their things, you wandered around the house looking for Jaemin. You reached a room a few doors down from yours, which was slightly open, and peered your head in.
"Jaemin?" you call out to him.
"Mhm?" you hear him respond.
You enter the room and find him lying on the bed with his eyes closed. You quietly tiptoe over to him and gently climb onto the bed.
"Tired, baby?" you ask.
"Just a little. Nothing a quick nap can fix," Jaemin says.
"Do you want me to go?"
"Now, why would I want that," he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. "Did you come to apologize for leaving me for Rina?"
You whine, burying your head in his chest, "Oh my god, don't you do this to me too. I already feel bad enough as it is."
"I'm just kidding, baby," Jaemin rubs your arm, "It's fine, seriously."
"Well, Rina's fine with compromising and giving me up for a few nights if you'd still have me."
"I'd take you any and every way I possibly could," he says suggestively.
"I thought you were tired," you say.
"Mhmm…" Jaemin rolls over, lying on top of you, "I'm confident enough in my abilities to make you cum at least once without exerting too much of my energy."
"I'd like to see you try."
[9:20 PM]
"Hey, Ji, where'd you put that bottle of pink whitney?" Eunseong asks.
Jisung wordlessly moves across the kitchen to the cabinets and reaches to the highest shelf to grab the bottle.
"You little shit..." Eunseong narrows her eyes
"It was Renjun who said to keep it as far away from you as possible," Jisung says.
"That bitch!" she snatches the bottle from Jisung before searching for Renjun.
You grab your drink and follow everyone else back outside. Stepping out onto the porch, you find Jaemin right where you left him with Rina, Yangyang, and Ningning.
"Is that what I think it is?" you ask, inserting yourself into the conversation as you sit on Jaemin's lap.
"If you're thinking tabs of LSD, then yes, it is," Yangyang holds up the baggie of illicit substances.
Jaemin smiles adoringly, watching your eyes widen.
You gasp, "I'm not gonna lie, I've always wanted to try them."
"You wanna trip with me?" Ningning asks, excited.
"Tonight?"
Before anyone can answer you, Kali and Eunji drunkenly run out of the house; Eunji with the bottle of alcohol in her hand.
"Nah, tomorrow night. I think some of us have already reached our limit," Yangyang says with a laugh, watching the girls stumble over their own feet as they neared the shoreline.
"Oh god, what are those two doing?" you ask, concerned for your friends.
"You guys broke out the pink whitney without me!?" Rina exclaims, standing from her seat and following them toward the bonfire, bringing Ningning in the process before Yangyang trails behind as well.
Being left alone, Jaemin takes this as an opportunity. He brings your attention to him, softly bouncing his leg beneath you.
You smile, turning to him before you lean in and kiss his lips, cupping his face. You taste the smoke still on his tongue mixed with the bitterness of the beer he's been drinking. Jaemin slides his hand on your lower back down to grab your ass, making you moan into his mouth. You feel Jaemin's other hand on your leg slip beneath your skirt, firmly gripping your upper thigh.
But before things can escalate even further, Eunseong runs out of the house. Spotting the two of you away from everyone else, she nudges you before slurring, "You two better get your pretty asses up and join us."
"For what?" you ask.
"Skinny dipping!" Eunseong sprints towards the lake.
Watching your friends leave trails of clothes along the shoreline and hearing them laugh and splash around leads you to stand from Jaemin's lap and step off the porch. You turn back to him before pulling your shirt off, revealing your bra.
"You coming, Nana?" you smirk teasingly.
Jaemin rises from his seat, stalking after you as he takes off his shirt. Once he starts following you, you continue to strip, leading him toward the water where the rest of your friends are.
[11:16 AM] SATURDAY
Jaemin watches as your chest rises and falls slowly with each gentle breath you take. His eyes scan the rest of your body, suddenly finding it hard to resist his urges.
The first time the topic came up, Jaemin wasn't sure if you were serious. But when Jaemin brought it up again a few days later, you confirmed the truth with him.
"Would you actually be into being fucked awake?" Jaemin asked.
You looked up from your phone and then around the room, not knowing where this was coming from.
"Yeah…" you answered, "I've obviously never tried it but I don't know, the thought alone kinda excites me," you told Jaemin, "Why?"
"I mean, if you ever do wanna try-"
"Yes," you didn't even let him finish.
Jaemin laughed, putting his arm around you, "Okay, princess, I'll keep it in mind."
Still asleep, you kick the covers off you and move into a more comfortable position as you hug Jaemin's pillow closer to you. The innocent thoughts of how adorable you look were quickly interrupted by sinful ones as a shirt you stole out of Jaemin's suitcase rose up your hips, uncovering your bare lower half.
After your late night swim, the two of you jumped into the shower together before heading to bed, and you had only threw on one of Jaemin's shirts to go to sleep, not feeling the necessity to cover much more of yourself.
As Jaemin rises from the chair to near the bed, your words replay in his head. Just as he's about to climb onto the mattress, he freezes when you roll onto your back, still asleep.
Perfect.
Jaemin gently parts your legs even wider to make space for himself between them. He slowly kisses his way up your thighs, carefully placing your legs over his shoulders so he doesn't wake you yet. Jaemin smiles to himself, seeing your folds already glistening with the morning sunlight entering through the window.
Jaemin uses two of his fingers to part your folds and gives an experimental lick to your clit. Flitting his eyes back up to your face and seeing your eyes still closed, Jaemin resumes, flattening his tongue against your slit, He softly sucks your clit into his mouth, and your breathing becomes shallow. Your thigh twitches, and Jaemin rubs your leg as he teases your hole with the tip of his tongue. Tasting your essence on his buds leads Jaemin to slide his tongue inside you.
Your hips start subtly moving against his face, but he can tell you're not awake yet with how relatively quiet and motionless you still are.
"Nana," you murmur. Oh, so you definitely are dreaming about him. "Please," you whisper.
Jaemin circles his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face, pushing his tongue deeper inside you, wiggling the muscle against your velvety walls. Your back arches, and you start to squirm.
He doesn't care about not waking you anymore, already feeling the way your pussy gushes around his tongue.
Your eyes finally flutter open, and it registers that Jaemin really has his head between your thighs, and you're really waking up to him eating you out right now. You almost cum from the sight alone.
"Oh my god, Jaemin," you throw your head back.
Jaemin moans into your pussy, the vibrations from his mouth sending shocks of electricity up your spine, and your hand flies to his hair, roughly tugging at his roots.
Your legs became restless, yearning desperately to cum on Jaemin's tongue. He pushed your knees to your chest, digging his fingers into the soft plush of your thighs.
"Please, Nana, m'so close," you mewl.
"Cum for me, bunny," Jaemin mumbles against your folds before delving his tongue back in.
Jaemin holds your legs as they start shaking, unable to hold yourself together any longer as your orgasm hits you.
Your hips thrashed against Jaemin's mouth, dragging out the high of cumming on his tongue as long as you could before oversensitivity took over you.
"Holy fuck, Jaemin," you huff, trying to catch your breath.
"Best way to wake you, huh," Jaemin kisses your lips.
"Definitely was," you nod.
[7:09 PM]
After getting ready in your partially shared room with Rina, you both head downstairs, along with Eunji. Jaemin welcomely invites you into his space when you sit next to him, and he snakes his arm around you.
"Are we all taking some?" Renjun asks.
"No, not everyone wants to, but even if they did, I don't think we'd have enough anyway," Yangyang answers.
"How much is this supposed to be?" you ask, taking a tab.
"Less than 15 mcg. Just a microdose," Kali answers.
"I'm surprised you're sitting this one out. Thought you'd be the first one to want to try acid," Meera says.
"I'm fine being a trip sitter this time. I've already tried it," Kali says.
"When??" Ningning asks.
"Few weeks ago, me, Yangyang, and Lele had our first trip."
"Lele," you and Meera gave each other a look.
"Don't start," Kali scolds the both of you.
"Are you ready?" Jaemin asks, holding his finger up with the tab.
"Yeah," you excitedly smile.
You both place the tab under your tongue and let it dissolve, everyone else doing the same shortly after.
"Okay, now what?" Eunji asks.
"We wait."
. . .
"Are you okay?" Rina asks you.
You aren't sure exactly when it started to hit, but since you had just been staring at the pattern of Jisung's hoodie because the lines started shifting and warping, you know it's starting to take effect.
You snap out of your daze and bring your focus to Rina, returning to reality with a giggle.
"Yeah, I'm great," you nod, taking a sip of water.
"Yeah?"
"I promise, Rina," you pull her in for a hug, "You know I love you, though, right."
"Of course, and I love your crazy ass just as much," she leaves a smooch on your cheek.
Jaemin enters the kitchen finding you and Rina having your moment in the corner. "Everything okay?" he asks.
"Yeah," you answer, "Are you?" you break the hug, suddenly concerned about him.
"Yeah," Jaemin softly smiles before pulling you into him, "I was just missing you."
"Aww," you gush, kissing his cheek.
"Alright and I'll take that as my cue," Rina reassuringly squeezes your hand before heading back into the living room.
"How are you feeling?" Jaemin asks you.
"Good. I just feel so…good," you sway in Jaemin's arms, your body seemingly unable to stay still.
"Yeah, me too," he nods.
Jaemin wordlessly stares back at you with his dilated pupils as you study him entirely. You can't get your eyes to stay focused on one thing. From the locks of hair flopping back over his forehead as Jaemin runs his hand through it, to the shade of pink his lips have turned as a result of him mindlessly tugging them between his teeth.
"You look really pretty, baby," he tells you.
"Do I not always?" you ask teasingly, leaning against the counter.
"You already know you do," Jaemin nods, "I just can't get over this skirt," he ghosts his fingertips up your bare skin before softly squeezing your thigh.
"Don't start unless you're gonna do something about it, Nana," you smirk suggestively, placing your hand on his chest.
Before Jaemin can respond, Eunseong finally figures out how to connect her phone to Chenle's sound system, and you hear music playing from the living room.
You gasp as the first beat drops, "We need to go, I love this song," you grab his hand and lead him back into the living room.
You couldn't possibly describe the way your body feels right now, with yourself pressed so close to Jaemin's right now as the music and lsd continue to course through your veins. During the transition to the next song, you turn to face Jaemin and wrap your arms around his neck.
You continue to dance in his arms as you subtly break away from the group, Jaemin pulling you aside.
"What?" you ask him.
"You were the one staring at me," Jaemin says.
"Cause you were doing it first," you retort.
"I like looking at you," he smiles.
A beat of silence passes between you two as you stare at your boyfriend. You can't seem to focus on only one feature of his face, "Jaemin."
"Yes, baby?"
"You're very pretty too," you tell him.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
"And I really wanna kiss you."
"Right here in front of everyone, baby?" he asks jokingly.
"Who cares. It's not like it's anything they haven't seen before," you say.
Jaemin only keeps smiling as he cups your jaw and pulls you in for a kiss. It feels like a jolt of electricity surging through your body, Jaemin's lips on yours.
You moan into his mouth and curl your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss. As Jaemin's tongue swipes the seam of your lips, he reaches his hand down to grab your ass, and you can already feel warmth pooling in your lower stomach.
"Hey, if you two are gonna start this take it somewhere else. We have children in the room!" Eunji says, covering Ningning's eyes as she giggles, peeking through Eunji's fingers.
"Don't gotta tell me twice," you intertwine your fingers with Jaemin's and make your way upstairs to his room.
You can still hear your friends' laughter and the music from downstairs as the door closes behind you. You moan around Jaemin's tongue when he pushes his knee between your legs, and you grind your hip against his thigh.
"Fuck," Jaemin rasps, "I wanna fuck you so bad."
"Nana," you whine.
He laughs, "What, angel? You know I need to hear you say it."
"I want you to fuck me. So bad, please, Jaem."
Jaemin hums, watching you crane your neck as he tilts your chin upward, "Gonna let me touch you?" he kisses your neck, "Taste you?" he glides his tongue over your skin, "Fuck you?" he says in your ear, leaving you completely soaked.
"Oh my god, please, Jaemin," you desperately drag your hips against his denim-clad leg.
"Love the way my pretty girl begs," Jaemin flexes his thigh to make you shudder, "Get on the bed for me, sweetheart," he tells you.
Jaemin watches you make your way over to the bed. You teasingly crawl sensually toward the pillows, purposefully swaying your hips, causing your skirt to rise up over your ass a bit.
You playfully yelp when you feel Jaemin grab your ankles and pull you back toward the edge of the bed. Jaemin pushes your skirt up to your hips and hooks his fingers in the band on your underwear, pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the floor.
You push your hips back toward him, silently begging him to do something. All the while, Jaemin's eyes were trained on your drooling pussy, leaking with arousal, yearning to be touched.
Jaemin's thumb runs up your slit collecting your juices on his finger before rubbing your clit. You whine, and it brings a smile to Jaemin's face. He teasingly circles your entrance with the tip of his middle finger before he slips the digit inside of you. Your arms no longer support your upper body, and you drop your head to the mattress, deepening your arch as you feel two of his fingers scissor against your velvety walls. Jaemin watches, entranced with the way your slick coats his fingers as your pussy sucks them in farther. He thinks he can stand here and play with you all night if you'd let him, but the more he hears your desperate pleas of his name, the more Jaemin's resolve weakens. He takes his hand away, and you frustratedly huff. But before you can complain any further, you feel Jaemin's tongue licking a fat stripe from your clit to your slit.
"Fuck, Jaemin," you grab onto the sheets to brace yourself.
His fingernails leave little crescent shape indentations on your skin as he firmly grips the plush of your ass. Jaemin traces the outline of your labia with his tongue before weaseling the wet muscle into your pussy. You push your hips back even further against his face, allowing Jaemin's tongue to reach deeper inside you than before.
You bite down on your forearm, needing to sink your teeth into something. You're unable to keep your body still, so deeply immersed in euphoria. Jaemin roughly brings one of his hands down on your ass, making you moan louder from the pleasurable pain before it fades away. He smirks against your skin, slapping your other cheek, and you cry Jaemin's name.
"Feeling good, sweetheart?" Jaemin asks, replacing his mouth with his hand to speak in your ear.
"Yes, Nana. You're making me feel so good," you arch your back against his chest as he curls his fingers inside you.
"That's what I love to hear. It's all I want; to make you feel good."
"You do, Jaem. Like no one else. You're too good to me," you roll your hips into his hand.
"Too good, mhm?" Jaemin kisses your jaw, "I'm only giving you what you deserve, princess. It's pathetic no one else has ever been capable enough to receive the pleasure of doing this to you—make you scream, make you cry, make you shake." he chuckles as he curls his fingers, massaging your sweet spot, "And they definitely never will now."
"Jaemin, please," you gasp, "I'm so close."
"Is that right? Gonna cum for me, pretty?" he asks, and you frantically nod.
He then drops to his knees and shoves his face back into your pussy.
So close, on the verge of tears, you claw at the sheets, your spine extending even further to move your hips as your grind against Jaemin's tongue. You can feel a mess of fluids slowly making its way down your inner thighs, but Jaemin couldn't care less about his saliva mixed with your juices, dripping down to his face. He spreads your lips and continues flicking his tongue against your clit.
"Fuck, right there," your eyes roll back.
Jaemin firmly wraps his hands around your thighs to hold you as still as possible as he makes you cum. Your toes curl, and you bury your face into the sheets, cumming on Jaemin's tongue.
You think you're going to sink into the mattress beneath. Your thighs shake and attempt to free out of Jaemin's hold once you begin to feel overstimulated. Jaemin leaves one last kiss on your clit before letting your body tiredly collapse onto the bed.
"Aww, come on, sweetheart," Jaemin rubs your thigh, "You're not tapping out on me already are you?"
"Fuck no," you hiccup, "Just catching my breath."
"Good. Cause I'm far from done with you," Jaemin says, joining you on the bed.
You straddle his lap while working to get his shirt off. You tug your lip between your teeth, letting your eyes ogle over his muscular form. Your thighs quiver just from thinking of the things you want him to do to you and the things you want to do to him.
"You're so hot, Jaem," you run a hand down his chest, "It drives me fucking insane."
"I can tell you the feeling's definitely mutual," He cups your ass.
You thread your fingers through the short pink hairs at the nape of his neck, pressing your lips to his passionately. Jaemin moans with a grin when you pull his hair, tugging his head back and giving yourself access to his neck. While you're marking up the side of his neck, you feel Jaemin's hands on your waist, fumbling with the zipper of your skirt.
Kicking off your skirt, you reposition yourself between his legs and leave a trail of kisses down his abdomen. Jaemin watches as you unbutton his jeans and slip your hand into his pants, grasping his cock in your hand. He groans when your squeeze the base before freeing him from his confines, dropping the rest of his clothes to the floor along with yours.
You begin slowly stroking his dick, smearing the beads of precum leaking from the tip along his length. Flickering your eyes up to his face, the corners of your lips turn up as you slide his cock into your mouth.
"Holy shit, sweetheart," Jaemin's lids flutter shut.
You hum, taking more of him into your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down, you twist your wrist, using your hand to cover the rest you can't fit in your mouth. You feel your spit pooling from the corners of your mouth and the fatigue in your jaw, but ignore it for the sake of feeling his dick grow heavier against your tongue.
You feel Jaemin's fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back. You release his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, letting it spring back against his lower stomach before standing at full attention. Jaemin pulls your top off you, dropping the last article of clothing between you to the floor.
You take your seat back in his lap while Jaemin's hand finds its way back between your thighs.
"You ready for me, bunny?" Jaemin asks, crooking two of his fingers against your gummy walls.
"God, yes please, Jaem. Need to feel you filling me up so bad," you curl your arms around his neck.
Jaemin hums before taking his fingers away and using your slick on his hand to pump his cock a few times. You lift yourself out of his lap to assist him in guiding his cockhead to your pussy.
Your jaw drops, silently moaning as you sink down onto his dick, letting him stretch you open.
"Oh my god."
"How's that, princess?"
"So good. M'feel so good…n'so full," you slur.
You raise your hips just to sink right back down, to be filled right back up to the hilt. You can't tell if it was the new position or the fact that you're still tripping, but regardless of what it was, you felt like you were on cloud nine.
"God, what a sight you are," Jaemin's hands roamed all over your body. He kneads your breast in his large hands, tweaking both your nipples between his fingers to get a reaction from you. You sharply moan and drag your hips against his.
"Fuck, Jaemin."
"What, baby?"
"Take me," you whisper against his lips.
Jaemin quickly gets you on your back, stroking deeper inside of you before kissing your lips. The kiss is soft and sweet, a great contrast to his next actions. Jaemin pulls out of you, leaving you empty before manhandling you onto your front and pulling your hips into the air. Always being told how much Jaemin loves seeing your face when he makes you cum, you wondered what changed his mind. But it isn't until you lift your head to be met with the sight of you and Jaemin on the bed in the mirror's reflection.
You smirk and lower your upper body to the mattress, arching your back even further to wiggle your ass toward Jaemin. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, and your excitement reaches its peak. Your body jolts forward as a moan slips from your lips when Jaemin smacks your ass before he fills you up again.
You try your hardest to keep your eyes on the mirror, seeing as Jaemin has not taken his eyes away, watching you completely falling apart.
"Nana, please," you bury your face into the sheets.
"You know I'll do anything for you. But you gotta keep your eyes on the mirror for me. Need my angel to see how pretty she is while I ruin her."
"Nana.."
"Can you do that for me?"
"Yes."
"Good girl," he slaps your ass.
Jaemin slides his cock almost all the way out, only leaving the tip before slamming back into you.
Jaemin pulls you back against his chest, and you try to keep your eyes open, feeling how much deeper his cock reaches at this angle. Jaemin slides his fingers into your mouth, and you moan around his digits before he takes them away to rub your clit.
You cry out for your boyfriend, reaching your arm behind and grabbing his hair. Your head rolls back against his shoulder, and your hips start moving in sync with Jaemin's, sinking down every time he raises them, allowing him to hit your sweet spot with precision.
"Please, Jaemin, please, please. Can I please cum?"
"Of course, bunny," he smiles, "Let me see your pretty face when you cum," he cups your jaw, turning your face forward to look at your reflection in the mirror.
The image in front of you is one you would never forget. Strands of Jaemin's rose-pink hair were darkened by the sweat that ran along his hairline. His muscles bulged from holding you up and working his fingers on your clit. Aside from that, you didn't think watching yourself get fucked would turn you on even more. But seeing how your body twitches in his arms, your thighs shaking, and your back arching away from his chest, you find yourself stumbling closer to the edge.
Jaemin watches as the smile stretches across your face, noticing how intently you're staring into the mirror.
"See how beautiful you are," he brings his hand to your neck to watch your eyes roll back, "Taking my cock like a good girl."
You bite your lip with a smile as your pussy flutters around Jaemin's dick.
"Yes, yes, m'your good girl, Nana,"
"Yes you are," he kisses your temple, "Now cum for me," he says in your ear.
With a few more deep thrusts and flicks on your sensitive nub, you cum, keeping your eyes locked with Jaemin in the mirror as you do. Jaemin's fingernails dig into your hips, trying his hardest not to cum just yet.
Your body falls forward, and Jaemin quickly slips his cock out of your pussy, starting to slowly stroke his length.
Once you catch your breath, you roll onto your back to see Jaemin touching himself. You wrap your hand around his dick, taking over for him, seductively looking up at him through your lashes.
"You really want more?" he asks.
"Of course. Especially if you're the one giving it to me."
Jaemin grabs your hips to readjust your body in a better position for the both of you. You direct his cock to your pussy, easily able to slide into you with assistance from your previous orgasms.
You grab the back of Jaemin's neck and kiss him as he bottoms out. You delightedly hum into his mouth, feeling him fill you up again.
"Fuck. You feel so good," Jaemin drops his forehead to yours.
"Please cum with me," you whisper against his lips. "Cum inside me."
Jaemin raises his head to look at you. "y/n," you know he's being earnest right now, but his tone really couldn't have turned you on even more. "Are you serious?" he asks.
"Yes," you nod. "Want you to fill me up so bad," you cup Jaemin's face.
Jaemin's cock twitches against your walls, and he groans, his eyes seemingly becoming impossibly darker. He grabs your jaw and crashes his lips into yours.
"You close, angel?"
"Yes."
"You gonna take it like a good girl."
"Yes! Please, Nana, please."
You choke on a moan as your body is hit by the wave of ecstasy. Your legs lock around Jaemin's waist, and he ruts into your heat, chasing his own release.
"Fuck," Jaemin rasps. His hips stutter, and warm ropes of his cum coat your walls.
You pull Jaemin closer and kiss his lips. The both of you struggle to catch your breath for a second, but once Jaemin's cock goes soft, a bit of clarity returns to the both of you.
"How are you?" Jaemin asks.
"So good. So fucking good," you nod at him.
He pulled out of you, and his cum immediately started leaking out of your pussy. You bite your lip to stifle a moan when Jaemin brings his hand to your cunt and spreads your lips apart to watch your pussy clench around nothing and force more of his cum to drip down to your puckered hole. Jaemin uses his fingers to swipe up the mess he helped create between your thighs and brings his cum coated digits to your lips. You eagerly took his fingers into your mouth, sucking off his cum mixed with yours. You moan when he takes his fingers away, leaving a string of spit connecting from your mouth to his hand.
"I'm so proud of you, baby. You did so good for me."
"I can't thank you enough, Jaemin, for everything."
"Oh, angel, come on-"
"I'm serious. You have given me so much, Jaemin. And I don't know how else to tell you I'm truly grateful for everything you've done for me."
"You make me indescribably happy, y/n. Genuinely, I cannot put into words how much you mean to me and how much I want to be yours."
"I thought it was made very clear when you became my boyfriend that you are very much mine. As I am yours."
Jaemin smiles and your heart flutters. Cupping his face you kiss him again, holding him close as if he would just fade away if you didn't.
But as much as you don't want to, you pull away from him.
"I'll be right back," you say against his lips.
Jaemin whines, "Don't leave me."
"I'm gonna be right back, love. Just let me go to the bathroom."
"Fine," Jaemin kisses his teeth.
Flickering in the bathroom light, you gasp, seeing your reflection. Now being in good lighting, you can see how badly your makeup has been ruined—what was left of it at least. Mascara and eyeshadow smudged around your eyes, your blush completely gone, and splotches of your lipgloss in places all other than your lips.
When you come back out of the bathroom, Jaemin watches you move around the room, quickly redressing yourself in the first clothes you can find.
"What are you doing?" Jaemin asks as you slip your underwear back on.
"I'm tired of all this back and forth. I'm getting my shit from Rina's," you say, throwing on Jaemin's shirt.
"Fine, but don't take too long."
"Don't tell me what to do," you playfully wink at Jaemin as you leave the room.
You hadn't had the chance to check your phone, having lost track of it just as you had lost track of time. But you think it's late enough that Rina had gone to bed since you found her door closed.
You softly knock before turning the handle.
"Rina, you sleeping? I'm just taking my shit to Jaemin's-" You're cut off when the door pushes back and slams on you.
Your jaw drops as you hear voices behind the door.
"Now, I know damn well-"
"Hey, what's up?" Rina partially opens the door, slightly out of breath.
"Everything okay?" you ask her.
"Yeah. Are you okay? Do you need anything?" she asks.
"I'm fine. I just wanna bring my things to Jaemin's room."
"Oh, okay," she widens the door, moving aside to let you in.
You suspiciously eye her as you walk into the room and start collecting your things.
"Were you watching something?" you ask, seeing her laptop open on the bed with snacks scattered around.
"Yeah, just put something on to go to sleep."
Being your usual nosy self, you peer at the screen, "Jujutsu Kaisen 0, huh? Jeno put you on?"
"Yeah, he was telling me all about it the car ride up here. Thought I'd check it out."
"Mhm," you nod. Then your eyes land on a shirt that was peeking out from under the bed. "This is Jaemin's," you pick it up.
"You must've left it when you were changing earlier," Rina says.
You shake your head, "I would remember if it was this one, cause it's one of my favorites. But I haven't been able to find it because his best friend, Jeno Lee, has been holding it hostage." you say before eyeing the closet.
Rina attempts to keep you from opening it but you were faster than she was.
"Hi, Jen," you smile, opening the closet.
"Hi, y/n," Jeno apologetically smiles.
"You mind just passing me that," you point to your suitcase by his feet, "Then I'll let you two get back to...your movie." Gathering everything you could carry you head out of the room. "Goodnight, you two. And uh if you need it, Meera has a huge ass box of condoms, pretty sure she'd spare a few for you."
"Get out!" Rina rushes you out.
Just as you get out to the hallway, you meet Kali, coming from the direction of a room that is not hers.
"Uh oh," Kali freezes.
"Isn't your room—And Chenle's room…What the fuck is in the water?" you question aloud.
"Please don't say anyth-"
"For tonight, I won't. But if you're up here and those two are—who's trip sitting the others?"
"I left Meera and Hyuck in their room watching some documentary but Jisung and Eunseong are still down there with Eunji Yangyang, Renjun, and Ningning."
"Oh okay. Well I got my own man to get back to so you enjoy the rest of your night wherever that may be But tomorrow we are definitely debriefing," you pointedly tell Kali before heading back to Jaemin.
You return to your room and immediately start telling Jaemin about what happened.
"Babe, you will not believe what just happened," you say, entering. But before you can continue, you find Jaemin half-dressed at the desk, with his rolling tray out, "Na Jaemin, what do you think you're doing?" you ask, placing your hand on your hip.
"God, you sound so sexy saying my name all authoritative and shit," Jaemin says, turning to you as he wets the ends of the papers with his tongue, "What?" he throws up his hands innocently, "A little post-sex spliff with my baby ain't gonna hurt no one."
[3:37 PM] SUNDAY
"What time did you guys end up sleeping?" you ask Meera as you head over to your seat at the dining table, only to have Jaemin pull you down into his lap instead.
"Around 9 this morning," Meera answers.
"Anyone know where Eunji and Yangyang are?" Rina asks, taking a seat.
"They're still asleep on the couch. Eunseong said they didn't start to come down until a few hours ago," Haechan answers, "When did you guys finally crash?" he asks you and Jaemin.
"Sometime after 10 this morning. I could still feel the buzz but my body was fucking exhausted," you say, and Jaemin laughs beside you before you elbow him in the ribs.
"I wonder why," Haechan snickers.
"I'll tell you, Donghyuck," you start, "Because I spent hours wth my boyfriend in his room fucking until the sun came up."
"At the table?? Really?" Rina raises her brows.
"He wanted to know why. Do you wanna tell him why going back to your room wasn't even an option?" you ask Rina.
Briefly disregarding your last comment, Haechan's still hanging onto what you had already said, "Wha-How did we all just move past what you just said," he asks, "You two are-He's your-She's your-
"Just spit it out, dude. Cause yeah, she's my girlfriend."
"Wow. Things are moving along a lot faster than I expected," Haechan says to Meera.
"Okay, what the fuck do you two keep going on about with that?" Rina points at the couple.
"Nothing. It's just we kinda have a little bet on who else in the group would get together and how long it would take them." Meera says.
"And?" Jaemin asks.
"I at least expected you to be single longer than Jeno," Haechan says.
"I don't think you'll have to worry about that for much longer," you say, smirking at Rina from across the table.
"Oh my god," Rina throws her head into her hands, "Was I really this annoying with you?"
"No," you smile, "Which is why I'm going to be so much worse."
a/n: i honestly wasn’t planning on writing a second part which is probably why it took so long but i seriously wanna thank y’all who waited patiently 🫶🏽🫶🏽 thank you for reading. feedback is appreciated <33
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The thing I've realized, in the broader Actual Play space, is that a lot of creators are trying to turn Actual Play shows into TV shows.
You mentioned Kollok in your tags, and the creator of that has mentioned creating Kollok in a way to try to appeal to the Netflix audience.
And I'm all for experimentation, but tbh if I wanted to watch a TV show, I would go watch a TV show. That's not what I'm looking for in an Actual Play and over editing and gimmicks actively turn me off from it.
Folks creating Actual Play seem to put a lot of weight on it, but I don't know if it's that important from an audience perspective.
Hey anon,
Huge same - I've been thinking about this for a while, especially in regards to choices I didn't like (notably on D20, though the Candela split screen in chapter 3, while relatively minor, felt like part of the same trend and I'm really interested in seeing whether they keep it). I actually did mean to write more about this not in the tags of a reblog, so thanks for this ask because it gives me that motivation to do it!
Earlier this year I was at an event and someone who to be totally honest I found kind of annoying was talking about Dimension 20, and I decided to keep quiet and listen to what other people had to say, and another person (whom I respect and specifically know to be like, left-leaning and inclusive and not gatekeeper dudebro type, which is relevant to the next statement) who is solidly in Gen X and has been playing D&D since at least 2e mentioned that he doesn't like Actual Play at all because he is from the era where D&D was frequently played in third person and is somewhat of a purist in that sense. Ie, this guy would say "Gawain pulls out his sword and smites the dragon, with a 24 to hit", rather than "I'm going to pull out my sword and smite the dragon." He described his idea of D&D as being very much collaborative storytelling in the sense of a bunch of third person narrators who happen to be the storytellers for one specific character, not a first-person acted scene.
I happen to like both forms of narration and am not a purist either way, and indeed use both third person and first person myself as a player (as do many actual players; you see this on CR and D20 all the time). But I think this does show just how broad this spectrum is. You have people all the way on the "I am narrating an improvised story, I am the storyteller puppeting my character and I am not trying to be immersed" side and then you have shows that are trying to push this into full immersion...but so long as you have dice rolls, you'll never achieve it.
I prefer something in between: I do love watching people act, but I really like the gears and wires! I love mechanics! I think people who say "I love actual play D&D but I don't really care for combat, only RP" don't actually like actual play D&D! This is a specific format and I do not want people to hide the fact that they are using the rules of a game and are at a table, because they are and we know it.
This came up when I and others talked about the Legend of Vox Machina adaptation: they're probably going to have to find a way to convey the same tragedy and gravity of Scanlan's ninth level counterspell that doesn't require viewers to know the mechanics, because if you watch that scene as actual play the meaning of Sam saying "Nine" is immediately apparent. It hits hard with that one single word, but that won't be the case in an animated adaptation where no one is rolling a D20. Mechanics are in intrinsic part of actual play. You can enjoy actual play without that knowledge, but a solid grounding in those mechanics will only enhance that enjoyment (well, unless you're one of those rules-lawyery weirdos who gets bitter about any GM rule of cool/homebrew that they couldn't predict from the rulebooks but those people will never be happy).
The more general context of "being in a game", not just mechanics, is also in my opinion valuable. Brennan, on a Worlds Beyond Number fireside chat, referred to certain NPCs like Caramelinda as "furious that they are in a D&D game" and it's a funny and true statement. I feel like trying to push actual play into the realm of scripted shows is that: it feels like you're trying to hide the origins, and I think the quality of the show will ultimately suffer when you do that. It feels almost ashamed of what it is, and I don't think you can make something that transforms a medium/genre/thing in between the two without having a profound love and respect for the original, even if you also find it flawed. (This is also, tbh, how I feel about a lot of attempts to divorce D&D from the fact that it is ultimately a game influenced heavily by sword-and-sorcery fantasy, or about attempts to turn high or heroic fantasy into something that neatly affirms all of one's 2024 real world political beliefs, but that's another post).
I also think that the out-of-character element of actual play is a big draw. I have been open about having complicated feelings about the parasocial and projection aspects; but those feelings are "hey, this is still a show that is a source of livelihood, you are not hanging out in someone's living room and getting weird about the fact that the CR cast no longer responds to every tweet is dumb" and "you have not been betrayed by the creators because you didn't get the plot you wanted," and "the fact that two actors sit next to each other is not, in fact, a solid basis for shipping." I am equally opposed to the idea of "the actors do not exist, only the characters do," put forward in that attempt to make actual play Netflix-ready. It's fun to watch the CR cast rib Travis for turning bright red for, as people said, pretend kissing his real wife. It's fun to watch the Intrepid Heroes heckle Brennan when he plays a villain. It's fun to hear Aabria and Erika scream at WBN plot developments and for the McElroys or the NADDPod crew to wheeze with laughter and all of these shows but CR are to a degree edited, and all leave that element in, which I think says something really important about what actual play is understood to be!
It does not escape me that the seasons/shows using heavier camera edits have often, in my opinion, sacrificed story quality for a visual style I don't even care for. I do watch prestige television, and one of the more striking cinematographic choices I've seen lately are the extremely long single take shots used on both Succession's final season (Connor's Wedding, 4x03) and The Bear's first season (Review, 1x07). Prestige TV is not doing the glitchy Neverafter stuff. Hell, I liked Sagas of Sundry: Dread and never finished Madness before it went offline and haven't made an effort to seek it out specifically because the black box theater feel of Dread felt fun and new but not too removed from actual play vibes, whereas the higher production values of Madness, ironically, made it feel too artificial and stilted to keep my interest.
Actual play is its own beast, and in trying to appeal to a new audience you're probably going to lose a lot of the one you have. A big part of why I haven't been motivated to check out Kollok is that everything I hear about it, even positive reviews, makes it sound like it's missing the things I like from actual play and doesn't achieve the level of scripted shows. Honestly I think the REAL answer here is that if you want to find a space between a Netflix drama and an Actual Play show, ditch the rules and make stuff like Midst, which is as discussed inspired by ttrpg/actual play spaces, but is broadly plotted out in advance. I think that approach can combine the best of both worlds, whereas I feel as though attempting to be a Netflix show will usually spend so much time trying to hide the fact that there's a table there that it will detract from the actual story.
#answered#Anonymous#i should probably watch an ep of kollok before passing full judgment#but like...god. everything i hear about it makes me go oh god they massacred my boy#long post#on actual play
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Summary: you team up with Reo and Chigiri and head to the second stage, where you would battle against Isagi, Barou and Nagi, who will win? And who will be stolen?
Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 -> Masterlist
"Reo, wanna team up with us?"
"Leave me alone" he answers, an annoyed look on his eyes
"What happened to him? He used to be so cocky with us" Chigiri asks, a tsk sound coming out of Reo's mouth
"I told you, Nagi wanted to play with Isagi, so he left him behind" you explain to Chigiri before turning to Reo "What? Did you think that Nagi will mindlessly follow you everywhere?"
"Huh?!" Reo asks you even more annoyed than before, making you smirk "aren't you the same with this red hair?"
"Not really, i waited for him because i wanted to, i could easily join anyone and still make it work" you shrugged
"Ouch, I'm hurt Yn" Chigiri says playfully "we wanna to kick Isagi and Bachira asses after they left us being"
"Soo.. You join us or not?"
"Why? Why me? Why would you want me on your team?" Reo asks confused
"Because you're clever"
"Because you're incredible" both Chigiri and you say at the same time, making Reo blush
"Yeah…you're right. I am skilled and incredible, having me on your team gives you value you can’t get anywhere else. And yet… he had to go and leave me… for Isagi! That stupid whiny baby just pisses me off!!" Reo exclaims, making raise your eyebrow
"You know what? I don't want him anymore" you say to Chigiri "I'm sure we can find someone else, i meet this dude called Yukimiya and he was super nice"
"Relax, that could help us" Chigiri chuckles "oi, we want to beat Isagi and you want to beat Nagi, so how about an alliance of revenge?"
"Sounds good to me. It's a pleasure to be working with you, Chirigi, Yn" Reo takes Chigiri's hand, accepting the offer "let's kill the bastards who betrayed us"
"You're talking too far" you say rolling your eyes
"Lets beat them all, elite" Chigiri adds with a smile
You three go to the door to the second stage, one of the fastest teams to form and go through the doors. You enter the next room, a big one with a number three on the floor with a few teams waiting there. The TV turns on the moment you enter, Ego appearing on the screen as he explains how this new stage is going to work.
"So basically we battle and take a player of the other team until there's only one left?" Chigiri asks
"Yeah, pretty much. We basically have to play against someone we want to steal for our team" you add. Suddenly your rankings changed, according to Ego's explanation, it was according to the order in which everyone cleared the first stage, explaining the number two on it
"Damn, N°2 huh? Well done Yn!" Chigiri ruffles your hair
"You finished that quickly?" Reo asks for the first time, he had a number 8 on his arm while Chigiri a number had the number 20
"Yeah, i thought about teaming up with that Itoshi guy, but he's an asshole"
"How come?"
"He said that it didn't matter who he teamed up with, everyone was just a stepping stone for him. Like hell I'll team up with him"
"Yeah, you would say something like that" Chigiri adds
"So, we have 24 hours to choose a team right? Let's train for today and choose someone after"
"Sure"
You three go to the training fields to start practicing, Reo was able to understand pretty fast what our our abilities allowed us to do, so your abilities quickly matched up, allowing you to have a very productive practice.
It was already late when you finished, all of you sweating profusely
"That was some training" says Chigiri drinking
"Yeah, that was exhausting. I'm going to the lockers" you say standing up
"I'm assuming you're not joining me in the showers? Chigiri asks, standing up too
"Not yet"
"What do you mean? You don't shower with the rest?" Reo asks
"Nah, he has a weird complex and doesn't like being with others. Don't really get it, but I won't force it" Chigiri answers for you "what about you, Reo? Joining me?"
"Go ahead, I'll join soon" Reo says, making you and Chigiri start going to the door
"Hey Chigiri, is your leg okay?" You ask him
"Better than ever! What? Worrying about me?" He teases you, passing his arm through your shoulder
"Well, I don't want to hear you whining like a baby if you get injured again? Ouch" you exclaim after Chigiri hitted your head chuckling. You can feel Reo's eyes on both of you.
Chigiri went to the bathroom to have a shower, Reo joined after, while you laid on the seat of the lockers, waiting for everyone to come out and also allowing you breathe freely as you untie your binder. A few minutes pass when you hear the door open quickly; looking up you see Anri in the locker, looking everywhere before her eyes land on you
“Yn-chan” she said with relief “Thank god you're alone here. I need you to come with me quickly”
“Sure, let’s go” you follow Anri towards Ego’s apartment, where he is waiting for you while sitting in his chair rewatching the match of Isagi, Bachira and Nagi.
“Yn-chan” he calls you, turning around “I’ll make it quick. As you know this second selection is an elimination selection too, if you don’t get chosen, you leave. You should try to get eliminated now”
“What?”
“You know that you shouldn’t stay in this project for so long, getting eliminated in this stage would be the least suspicious”
“I’m not losing on purpose” you say, seeing his eyes widen at the sudden opposition “If I can win, I will, losing on purpose is cheap and you should know that; this is not just for me, but because of my teammates too. What if I lose and end up getting chosen?”
“Do I have to remind you that you are getting paid to do this? This is your job, you should do what i tell you” Ego reminds you
"I'm.not.losing" you say annoyed "I'm leaving now, you want to eliminate me? Do it, let's see how everyone reacts" You don't wait for his answer, turning around and leaving, not before you notice a proud little smile from Anri.
You go back to the lockers, Chigiri and Reo were already there with towels on their hips.
"Oi, Yn" Chigiri calls you once you enter "Where were you?"
"I went to drink something. What happened?"
"We may have decided on our opponents, right Reo?" Chigiri looks at Reo, who smiles kinda nervously
"Well…while bathing I encountered Nagi, and I may have told them that we will play them…"
"Alongside with how he only team up with us only to beat Nagi" Chigiri adds "Also, Barou was with them"
"Barou? That means that they already lost once, lost Bachira, and won another match to gain Barou? How the hell did they do all that in such a short time?"
"Who knows, but long story short, we kinda agree to have a match with them without you…sorry" Chigiri looks guilty
"It's alright, we came here to have a match with them anyway, so we just have to win"
"Ha! Well said!" Chigiri ruffles your hair again "the bathroom should be empty by now, you should go and take a shower"
"Sure" you say, taking your things "also..Reo?"
"Huh?" He asks lifting his head, making you hit the back of his head
"Don't you dare to see me just as your tool, you elite idiot" Reo looks at you surprised, making Chigiri chuckle
You went to shower, which luckily was completely empty, and then went to the bedroom, a simple bunk bed and a single bed were the only things in there. You saw some clothes on the single bed one, but considering how things had happened, you just decided to take it over.
"You're back" Chigiri comes in with a tray of food "here, i assumed you hadn't eaten yet"
"Thanks" you take the food, a rare fried chicken, as you sit with your back on the wall
"By the way, Reo claim this bed" Chigiri sits beside you
"Like i care, y'all didn't ask me anything about the match, so i won't ask about the bed either"
"Petty" he laughs
"Oi, that's my bed, move" Reo days, entering the room
"No"
"No?"
"No" you say, making him raise his eyebrow "I'm not Nagi, i won't do everything you tell me to do.. Oh wait, Nagi doesn't do that anymore" you smirk, teasing the rich boy
"You're annoying"
"I bet you're used to people kissing your feet, hey, now you'll experience what a bunk bed is like. Chigiri, do you want top or bottom?"
"Bottom is easier"
"Then it's decided, you sleeping in the top one Reo" you smile at him, he only rolling his eyes "here things won't work always your way"
"I noticed" he scoffs, sitting in your bed too "i hate to admit it, but this is the first time someone treated me like this"
"Get used to it, he's very straightforward" Chigiri chuckles as you keep eating, by now the pronoun 'he' didn't throw you off anymore "but he means well, he always tells you what no one wants to say to you"
The next morning you are getting ready for the match, Reo practically ignoring both of you. You're sitting in the lockers right before the match starts, preparing a strategy.
"Alright" you start "Reo will be the anchor that balances us out, Chigiri and I will try to use our skills and keep attacking from wherever we can"
"Sure, we've trained for this anyway" answers Chigiri "i don't know their plans, but in terms of powerful defense we're probably even"
"We just need to establish who marks who, but…"
"I'll take on Isagi Yoichi, I'll seal his movements and prove to him that he made the wrong decision…ouch!"
"You're being creepy" you say after hitting his head "Neither of us are a great physical match to Barou, but I'm sure i can give him a better fight when it comes to skill"
"I can mark Nagi then" adds Chigiri "also, if we win, who do we take?"
"Both Isagi and Barou are good options, but i want Nagi" you say
"I agree, he had great potential, you alright with that, Reo?" Asks Chigiri
"Well, i was thinking after defeating him that i would make him feel the same pain i did back then"
"I'm kicking your ass, you're just some annoying bast…Oi, Chigiri! Let me go!" You say, Chigiri was grabbing the back of your t shirt, preventing you from getting close to Reo
"We have a match" he hits your head slightly "anyways, let's decide when the match is over, we will choose by majority vote. Let's go now"
You and Chigiri stay behind as you walk towards the field, the purple hair in front of you ignoring you both
"Oi" you call Chigiri "no matter how much i tease Reo, i kinda get him, i guess i would be in a similar mood if you hadn't team up with me…so thanks"
"Don't get too sentimental now" he ruffles your hair "you waited for me, you know? That means I'm pretty amazing"
"You wish, you're lucky that i decided to wait for you"
"I know"
"Let's win this" you say to Chigiri, extending your arm so Chigiri can cross it, which he did
"We got this"
You got into the field, the match starting with them kicking off. The ball goes to Barou, so you immediately go to him; even though you're definitely not nearly as strong as he is, you distract him enough so Reo can come in and snatch the ball, passing it to Chigiri and scoring the first goal. The white team kicks off again, Isagi sending the ball to Barou one more time; you didn't fully understand what was happening, but you were able to intercept him and take the ball rather easily from him, leaving alone as you go to score the second goal for your team.
By the third restart the aura of Isagi and Nagi had changed, Isagi sending a fast pass to Nagi, who does a reverse bound trap to stop Chigiri and makes a goal for his team
"Damn, even Nagi can get better…Also, snap out of it" you say, slapping Reo's head
Now it's your turn to restart the game, sending it to Reo who immediately goes towards Isagi, clearly trying to prove something, he does a quick pass to Chigiri, who is forced by Nagi to pass back to where Reo and Isagi are. With a burst of speed, you intercepted the pass mid-flight, plucking the ball from the air with grace. Your control was immaculate, and without missing a beat, you surged forward, leaving everyone stunned as you started running. You approached the penalty area, making the hologram goalkeeper rush slightly out to close the angle, which led you to do a deft touch, calmly chipping the ball over the goalie. Time seemed to slow as the ball floated elegantly over the line, nestling in the back of the net.
"Oi, we're a team" Reo calls you as both him and Chigiri approach, a small smile contradicting his annoyed voice
"He sometimes gets too in the zone. Well done"
"Shut up" you say, high fiving both of them. You had a chance of winning now.
The white team restarted once again, this time however, Isagi didn't seem to want to pass to Nagi, instead he was going towards Barou. You quickly go to his side, blocking any possible pass towards the self called King; however, you sensed it first, right behind Barou. Isagi was using him as bait. You reacted a bit late to the sudden pass from Nagi to Isagi, or maybe you reacted just in time, but since you were much shorter than the average here, you weren't able to intercept it, only being a few centimeters away from stopping it before Isagi scores another goal. You breathe hard as you sit on the floor.
"That was close, you reacted faster than i did" Reo says to you, offering his hand to help you stand
"Next time I'll stop it" you take his hand,
You restart the match once again, Reo sending it to Chigiri who almost immediately sends it to you; however, you see Barou in front of you trying to take the ball. It's a battle of physique, and clearly you wouldn't be able to win in that aspect, so you pretended to fight against him so he could hit the ball before you quickly ran past him to take it. Barou doesn't yield, so he still runs to take the ball forcibly, Reo arriving just on time to do a double press -which you held onto with all your might so it would be effective- before he kicks the ball away. Reo, however, shoots it just where Isagi is waiting for, who is able to pass Chigiri as he does a pass to Nagi, who scores a goal.
The restart happens again, Reo sending it to Chigiri, instead of a trap to run, which was one of the weaknesses of the red hair, he kicks it forward without stopping, bouncing it in the same direction he was heading. He is able to pass Barou just in the nick of time, but the ball goes slightly higher than he planned, hitting the upper pole of the goal. In that rebound the ball goes higher, close to where you are, but also close to Isagi and with Nagi coming your way too. Suddenly a replay of one of your plays appeared, and since Ego wanted a goal that could be replicated, you were going to give him that.
Time slowed as the ball hung in the air, so you launch yourself into a scissor kick, your body twisting and contorting mid-air as your foot met the ball with an astounding force. The ball exploded off your foot, a blur of white passing the arms of the hologram.
Both Nagi and Isagi were talking before restarting the game, probably thinking of a strategy since they'd lose if you make another point, when Barou intercepts them, taking the ball and immediately shooting it towards the goal. The goalie luckily saves it, so you go to the ball and take it to do a counter attack; you try to pass it to Reo, but almost immediately you feel Nagi's body in your back, blocking your way.
"Try it, chibi-Yn-kun" he says, you can almost feel a smirk in his voice
"Don't call me chibi"
You see Reo getting closer, so you pass it towards him when Isagi tries to intercept it, Reo sliding just in time to kick the ball away. You aren't able to go for it since Nagi was still in your back, leaving Barou almost able to shoot alone if it wasn't because of Chigiri following him.
In that moment something changed in Isagi's aura, and apparently Barou could sense it too considering that it was the first time ever you've seen him pass the ball, letting Isagi shoot instead and making it a draw again.
You feel a hand on your hand lazily touching your head, Nagi looking at you with a tiny enthusiasm in his eyes
"You're really good for being so small" he says, leaving to go and give a high-five to Isagi. You didn't know if you started to feel hot because of anger or because of his actions
"One more goal, whoever makes the next one wins" you say reuniting with Chigiri and Reo
"We can't let Isagi have the ball" says Reo
"I don’t feel like i can stop him" adds Chigiri "But the last play is starting with our ball"
"That’s exactly why we need to score while absolutely not letting them steal the ball!! Think of losing the ball as losing the match!" Reo says
"They're probably expecting for me to go again, should we use Chigiri this time?" I ask
"That would be the best, yeah" answers Reo
"Let's win this!"
After a few seconds of Reo analyzing the play, he's able to send it to Chigiri, however Nagi instead of following the red head, he goes straight to the ball and intercepts it, knowing fully well that he couldn't win a speed battle against Chigiri. The ball falls directly into Barou's feet.
You can see that he was about to pass it to either Isagi or Nagi, but something in you couldn't let him do that. Maybe it was because you still see this as part of your job somewhere inside you, maybe it was because you didn't want to see the King just fall behind
"Don't win like this!" You are still trying to stop him from keeping going "aren't you the king?!"
Something in his eyes changed, he suddenly started doing chop faints with an incredible angle. An awakening that left everyone behind in mere seconds, shooting a curved ball and making the last goal.
You see the other three celebrate their win as you fall into the ground, breathing hard as you process what had happened. Why did you encourage him? Maybe you could have won if you hadn't, but it would have been wrong…
"Well done guys, we couldn't have predicted Barou's move" you say to the other two, trying to make the feel better after seeing their faces
You could hear them talking, but you weren't making up the words from so far away, you were only able to hear the last part of the sentence
"The only one who could mix into this chemical reaction without disappearing could only be you…Yn" you lay there, a few seconds pass before you could process what he said exactly
"Eh?!" You sit up immediately once you realize "me?"
"Come with us" Isagi simply says. Your eyes widen, but you stand up anyways, feeling a deep guilt inside you…you thought Chigiri would be chosen, what if now they lose again and one of them has to leave?
"Chigiri, I'll be waiting for you, don't you dare to leave me alone" you extend your arm
"I'll make sure to catch up" he says, a sad smile on as he extends his arm too; he then ruffles your hair playfully "well played today, you killed it"
"You too"
You notice that Reo was sitting down now, his head looking down after Nagi had come to say something to him
"Oi" you kick his back lightly with your knee as you pass him, a low grunt coming out of him when he raises his head "prove me wrong Elite, prove me that you don't depend on anyone. After all, sheltered kids like you always get what they want, don't they?" You say with a smirk, trying to rizz him up so he doesn't fall down
"You bet i will"
You start walking towards the winner gate, towards the next stage.
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Pen Pal
Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader
Warnings: Slight mentions of homophobia
Summary: You've been Pen Pals with Ellie since you were in 5th grade. Will you finally get to meet her in person?
*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3
*****
November 3, 2028 (10 yrs old)
Dear Y/N,
My name is Ellie. I'm a fifth grader in Miss James' class in Wyoming. I like Savage Starlight and cookies. My best friends' name is Riley.
Do you have a best friend? Do you like Savage Starlight?
Sincerely Ellie Williams
November 10, 2028 (10 yrs old)
Dear Ellie,
Hi! It's nice to meet you! I love Savage Starlight! My brother hates them though. He never takes me to buy them at the book store :(
My bestfriends' name is Julie! Cookies are cool! I like ice cream. I have a dog. Do you have a dog? Do you like frogs? I like the color pink. Do you like pink?
Sincerely Y/N L/N
June 20, 2030 (12 yrs old)
Dear Y/N,
How's your dog? Joel's teaching me how to play the guitar! I learned how to play a song yesterday! I'm so happy.
Riley and I are planning on going to the fair tomorrow. I wish you could come. I bet you'd love Riley! Maybe some day you could meet her.
I finished the new addition of Savage Starlight yesterday and I'm so fucking sad. Did you finish it? I won't spoil. Let me know if you did so we can talk about it!
Sincerely Ellie!
June 28, 2030 (12 years old)
Dear Ellie,
I have bad news. Pepper died.
She died last night. Mom said she got really old and died in her sleep. Pepper was a good dog. I'm going to miss her.
I'm really sad. I wish she was still her.
I haven't finished Savage Starlight yet. I'm waiting until I feel happy. Maybe in a few days.
Sincerely Y/N
August 3, 2032 (14 years old)
Y/N,
Riley's moving away. She came over and told me today. I'm really sad about it. She's been my friend ever since kindergarten.
She's moving to Boston.
I found an a cute ice cream shop yesterday and thought of you. Maybe some day you can see it. We could get ice cream there and then look at the comic book store.
I can't believe Savage Starlight is fucking ending. I've been reading it since fourth grade. I don't want it to end. How do you feel about it ending?
Love, Els
August 9, 2032 (14 years old)
Els,
I'm so sorry about Riley. That sucks. I hope you guys can still talk.
I'd love to go to the ice cream shop and comic book store with you one day. My brother went off to college today. He's studying to be a doctor. Cool right?
I don't want Savage Starlight end either. I wish it could go on forever. Fucking sucks.
I think you're my best friend.
Love, Y/N
September 12, 2032 (16 yrs old)
Y/N,
I won first place in the art show! I'm so fucking happy. Joel took me out for ice cream with Sarah yesterday. We had so much fun.
Do you think we should start using email? Or texting? Joel got me phone yesterday! I'm so excited! Here's my number if you want to text xxx-xxx-xxxx and my email: [email protected]
I've started working out at a local gym. I love it. I'm going every day. I think I might do something with space when I'm older. I really like space.
Also, I'm gay.
Love, Els
September 18, 2032 (16 yrs old)
Receiver: [email protected]
Subject: Hi
Els, this is my email! I'll send you a text right after this. I'm so happy for you! First phone yay!! Also congrats on the art show!
The gym is fun! And space is so cool! I'm not sure what I'll do yet when I'm older. I'm still deciding. I'm glad you know what you want to do though.
Also, cool! I'm glad you feel comfortable telling me! I love you, Els. <3
My brother's being a fucking asshole. He refuses to come to my birthday party because his girlfriend's parents want to have dinner the same day.
I wish you could come. Maybe some day.
Love, Y/N
May 2, 2034 (18 yrs old)
Receiver: [email protected]
Subject: So
I think I might not be straight. I'm not sure. I've only told you. I can't tell my parents. I don't know how they'd react. I know my brother would hate me. He's a fucking dick now. I don't know why he's the way he is.
My parents have started fighting a lot. Money problems I think. I think my dad might have cheated on my mom too.
I'm excited to go to college next year. I'm glad we got into the same school! We'll finally be able to meet. I've been wanting to meet you for years. Maybe I can finally get away from all the shit that's been going on lately.
I don't know why this all happened so fucking fast.
I hope you're well.
Lots of Love, Y/N
May 2, 2034 (18 yrs old)
Receiver: y/[email protected]
Subject: So
Hey, so I know how you're feeling. It'll take some time to figure out, but you'll get there. No matter what, I'll love you.
You're family sounds like a bunch of dicks. I'm sorry you have to go through that.
I've been talking with Joel and he said I could do this.
Do you want to come stay with me and my family over the summer? Maybe get a break from your family? We could idk finally fucking meet?
Let me know if you want to come to Wyoming. You could meet my friends. Then we could drive up to school together. It's not too far from my house. Maybe day or two away.
Also, I got a girlfriend. her name is Cat. She gave me this cool ass tattoo. I'll send a pic.
__Pic Attached__
Love, Els
My eyes scan over the email again, making sure I didn't imagine what I just read. Ellie just invited me to Wyoming for the summer! There's no fucking way I'm missing this opportunity.
I'm finally going to get to meet her!
My eyes land on the last line. I got a girlfriend.
Fuck.
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✰ KDRAMA CHARACTERS ID MAKE UP TO GIVE TO TXT MEMBERS IN TRUE BEAUTY! even though ive never watched the kdrama and hate the webtoon with every inch of my being.
𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗🩰 true beauty fans feel free to send me hate but you won't change my opinion.
YEONJUN: main character's savior aka the cameo 'almost' secondary second lead that appears mid-way into the drama after the main characters have always already confessed to each other and the second male lead has been casted aside BUT right now the main leads are having problems so in comes: choi yeonjun! for like either two episodes or two scenes, nothing in between.
probably someone huge in the industry who meets the main character in some make up room, while saving them from the other bully make up artist. shows too much interest despite not giving any attention but they are like, " who is she who does not give a fuck about me?" but with a nice guy smirk while showing off side profile and his nose bridge.
BOTTOM LINE, does not get the girl but ends in a good note where he is shown giving a shy smile in the camera and leaving probably definitely) gets casted as a male lead almost immediately after the show finished airing.
SOOBIN: is like those lowly assistant pd in the show where the main characters works as a makeup artist. sees the main character crying under the stairs, contemplates whether he should go or not to console but then he gets yelled at to get his ass moving. even ends up forgetting he saw any girl crying or whatever his life is already as hard as it is.
ALSO wears very thick black glasses, like the ones he does irl.
Is shown shamelessly clapping at the end of the drama when the main character accepts herself as if he did not just ignore the poor girl when she was crying all alone.
BEOMGYU: main character's useless, and very annoying date to a double date that main character gets roped in while she's at school. absolutely nuisance, can't sit properly in his chair, talks smack about the main character to her face because he's an insensitive teenage boy who wants the world to work on his whim. makes remarks like he can play "connect the dot" on her face with the acne while sipping loudly and obnoxiously from his straw.
EXCLUSIVELY wears a hoodie over his school uniform and has the most punchable face, we see him again when the main character becomes "hot" but he doesn't remember going with her on a date and tries to flirt and get her number. doesn't get the hint when he's turned down.
GETS punched at least once before his screen time in the show ends.
TAEHYUN: that one character we don't really think is important until the end of the series but he is still not important because he gets no lines.
WORKS in that comic shop where the main characters met up and they extensively, and LOUDLY discussed their secrets. like if he wanted he could have ended the entire series in 20 minutes.
BRO has all the gossip but we only see his scenes, those camera shots between the bookshelves or on top of ladders cleaning the store.
KINDA gets a fan following after the series ends. #WeNeedToHearHisVoice!
HUENING KAI: that one token wasian character in the industry that is introduced to have never stood foot in south korea but speaks english with like 40 layers of korean accent lathered on.
BECOMES bestie with the main character and posts cringe selfies on his Instagram. literally kick-starts the main character's career from his mouth of word and star power.
LIKE this man does more for the main character than what the main lead and second lead has done for the poor girl also gets paired up with one of the main character's best friends by the end of the series, but its only initiated. *wink* *wink*
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Idk I think people objections to vivziepop is overblown, she's hard to work with? So was Yuji Naka, She drew problematic art? So did Miura Kentaro and Rebecca Sugar, she said bad things in the past? So did Seth MacFarlane, she didn't groom any minors or assaulted someone like the Rick and Morty guy or the Red and Stimpy guy
Fun fact, a friend and I today tried to read the "controversies" page on Vivziepop.
And it's. Bad. As in, I refuse to believe anyone older than 20 wrote it.
Some of the claims have sources. Not all of them, though. Case in point, this gem:
Grooming Allegations
On January 19th XXXX, Vivziepop has been accused of grooming a 14-year-old. (Needs citation)
Or this one
It is also worth noting that Vivzie supports Zone Tan, who is infamous for being a child predator who used a real child's voice for his child porn. It was also shown that Vivziepop directly interacted with Zone.
(wow, that sounds like a serious accusation! source?)
(also please it's not child porn, it's CSEM if it involves a real child)
Other parts come off as edit wars:
The drama died down after a couple days when a decent number current of SpindleHorse members, such as Sam Haft, Monica Franco, HorrorFreak, and more talked about their positive experiences, and some were convinced that the accusations were exaggerated or lies.
Erin Frost returned yet again in November. At this point, many are sick of her continued attempts at showing what she considers proof of her mistreatment, especially since she shamed others who won't stand with her, calling them "spineless" and sharing private messages without their consent. To a large portion of people, Erin Frost is not the innocent victim she claims to be and is attempting to twist the situation so that she comes out looking more sympathetic than she actually is
And then we get the absolute petty shit:
Improper Representation of Sexual Assault
In one of the episodes of Hazbin Hotel, there have been some criticism about how sexual assault has been treated, as one of the chatacters, Husk, would tell Angel Dust that the latter will "get over it", even though Angel Dust has experiences with being sexually assaulted by Valentino, which is one of the things you should never say to a person who suffers from PTSD/Trauma.
Not even touching the yet again misconception that Loser Baby is a victim blaming song... This is a lie. Husk never once utters the words "get over it". This should be edited out immediately. Checking the source, it was badly paraphrased by a Tumblr post badly paraphrasing it in bad faith.
It was then revealed that Vivziepop also supported a Twitter user named "Raphielle", who is an NSFW artist that actively makes art of non-con/rape of Valentino and Angel (in which Valentino is the abuser, and Angel Dust as a victim of Val), with Raphielle even supporting said ship despite it being toxic and very wrong.
"and very wrong", how old are you?
Also I don't see the issue? Valentino abusing Angel is canon. And if Raphielle animated Poison, kudos to them for such a raw portrayal of abuse.
What makes it worse that Raph romanticizes it as well, despite mentioning that he has dealt with being repressed and being controlled, which is not a good excuse of drawing rape porn, in which Raph constantly fetishizes it.
Now this has just turned into a Twitter thread.
Supporting of Proshipping
Like said before, while she has supported Raphielle, who supports non-con/rape ship of Valentino and Angel Dust, Vivziepop has also be revealed to have sexualized Morty from an adult animated TV show called "Rick and Morty" (in which Morty is 14-years-old, mind you). Vivziepop would even go as far as to ship Morty with Rick Sanchez (who is Morty's 70-year-old Adoptive grandfather).
Perish the thought.
The source of Vivzie following "bad people" is exactly what you would expect: the main accusation is that she follows porn artists with a fat fetish. Tagged as "csa" to boot. You people wouldn't have survived a day on DeviantART ffs.
And this is the cherry on top:
"Hey maybe this page should be written in a professional manner."
"HOW DARE YOU DEFEND A SHIT PERSON"
yeah you sure a person I can trust with handling delicate information!
Basically, I can't take this seriously. Again, I checked some sources, mainly the transmisandry ones, and sadly they look legit. The complaints about HH are however asinine to the point that the whole page loses credibility.
I won't get into this matter because I don't want to get involved into this year-long discourse more than necessary. I won't respond to anything related to Vivziepop again. But I wanted to vent because I hate when people are accused of being pedophiles/child molesters/abusers because they follow people who draw Sonic porn or they support people with a non-fluffy ship. Get over yourselves, and stick to the actually harmful stuff.
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Instagram AU (volume i)
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a/n: I really wanted to add more visuals to the TBSG universe so here is a the first part of my Instagram AU!!! This volume is full of 'posts' that would've occurred during the span of the fic, future volumes will include ones from the time jump before the epilogue and maybe even after that too :)) lmk what u think! AND try to spot all of the tiny references to the fic i added 😝😝 love u
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NIGHTWISH Singer And SABATON Drummer Welcome Their Second Child
NIGHTWISH singer Floor Jansen and SABATON drummer Hannes Van Dahl have welcomed their second child, a daughter named Lucy.
Jansen and Van Dahl already have a six-year-old daughter named Freja, who was born on March 15, 2017.
The Dutch-born vocalist revealed the news in a social media post earlier today (Friday, October 20). She shared a photo of her, Hannes, Freja and Lucy holding hands, and she wrote: "There she is! With great happiness we can announce the birth of our second daughter Lucy! Big sister Freja is delighted with our dark haired little girl too!
"Health is not a given fact, and so it's humbling to report that both our baby girl as mom are in a great one! We are enjoying these special moments to the fullest and ask for understanding of our privacy in this intimate time! Big thanks for all the love and support we received during the pregnancy! We have now welcomed our dear Lucy into this beautiful world".
Shortly before Freja was born, Hannes was asked by Spain's Metal Journal whether his family situation would have an impact on his ability to tour with SABATON. Hannes said: "Well, you know, as far as I'm concerned, nothing will really change, 'cause this is what I do, an this is… this is what I do to make a living. People have had kids before in this business. So, to stop any worries — 'cause I know a lot of people are worried [about me] quitting the band — I will stay in the band. And as far as I can say, when it's time, I need to go and be there with my family. But when I've done that, I'm going back to touring. So I won't leave. I will be there."
Jansen herself had spoken about the challenges of raising a child while being in a touring band like NIGHTWISH. She told Finland's Radio Rock in 2016: "Of course, it's a very challenging combination, and I was very happy that the way [NIGHTWISH is] today — or, actually, have always been — it's a very open group; we can talk about things. And the guys, actually, were curious. A few months ago, we started talking about it, like, 'So, 2017… How about kids? Yeah?' So it's great to think about things together: how can we combine it? Also 'cause my partner is in a successful band, touring a lot. Yeah, then you need the cooperation of the people that you are family with also. So I am not afraid that won't work. It will be a challenge, for sure, but, yeah, a little SABATON or NIGHTWISH daycare program sounds lovely, doesn't it? [Laughs]"
Jansen also dismissed rumors that she would leave the band after welcoming her first child. She told Mariskal Rock TV: "No, I won't [quit NIGHTWISH]. I love this way too much; don't worry. You don't even have negative speculations one way or another. Things are great, and let's keep on doing this forever."
NIGHTWISH played its last concert before its current break from touring on June 17 at Lemonsoft Stadion in Vaasa.
In November 2022, Floor revealed that she was "cancer free" after undergoing surgery to have a tumor removed following a breast cancer diagnosis.
In April, NIGHTWISH surprised fans by announcing that the band was not going to be playing any live shows for the foreseeable future and would be not be touring in support of the group's next studio album, which is tentatively due in 2024.
Floor's debut solo album "Paragon", arrived in March.
As part of NIGHTWISH, Jansen has landed two number one albums in Finland, and Top Five albums in Austria, France, Germany, Greece, Hungary, the Netherlands, Norway, Sweden and Switzerland.
Born in the Netherlands, Jansen joined her first band, one of the world's first symphonic metal bands, AFTER FOREVER, when she was only 16 years old. The group went on to release five albums from 2000 to 2007, before they broke up in 2009.
Jansen's next band, REVAMP, released two albums in 2010 and 2013, before she joined NIGHTWISH as a full-time member. NIGHTWISH's first album with Jansen as the lead singer was 2015's "Endless Forms Most Beautiful", which landed in Top 10s around the world. This was followed by 2020's "Human. :II: Nature." , which was also an international success.
Jansen has toured extensively with the band and appeared on three of NIGHTWISH's live albums "Showtime, Storytime", "Vehicle Of Spirit" and "Decades: Live In Buenos Aires".
In 2019, Jansen participated in the popular Dutch TV show "Beste Zangers" where she scored a big hit with "Phantom Of The Opera" together with Henk Poort. She was recognized with a Dutch Popprijs award — a prestigious accolade for artists that has made important contributions to Dutch music. In the same year, her first solo tour sold out in less than 24 hours.
Jansen performed live with NIGHTWISH for the first time on October 1, 2012 at Showbox Sodo in Seattle, Washington following the abrupt departure of the band's lead singer of five years, Anette Olzon. Jansen officially joined NIGHTWISH in 2013.
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ok, so i got into f1 through dts in the past few years, and then stumbled across the brocedes rabbit hole recently. before that i didn't really know/like nico at all, because everyone made out like he was awful and obsessed with lewis. but i've just been watching the 2016 season, and not only is nico actually really nice (especially when he keeps being booed by crowds for literally no reason) but i have to say that i was shocked by how unreliable both mercedes cars were in that season. like, people make it out as though lewis' car was breaking down all the time and nico's was perfect, but in almost every race where lewis had car issues, so did nico. even watching the sky sports coverage (where they do talk almost non-stop about lewis and are definitely biased towards him), the number of times that they interview niki or toto going 'oh it was a perfect race for nico but car issues for lewis' and toto or niki say that actually both cars had issues is insane. also, people keep saying that nico would deliberately speak foreign languages in the cooldown room to exclude lewis (which im obviously not discounting), but in almost all of the cooldown rooms that they've shown for this season, it's just really awkward and quiet as they don't talk to each other, or anyone at all really. i feel like nico has just been done so dirty by everyone
come here anon let me kiss you with tongue
i went through this exact journey of discovery too where I was like yeahhhh everyone hates this guy! boo 🍅🍅🍅 so I went looking deeper into why (so I can be an #informed hater) and then I was like HUH.... he's not the manipulative evil obsessed with lewis can't get over their past relationship dude he's portrayed in fanon or exacerbated by sky news. in fact he was well liked by the grid!!! he invited others on Air Rosberg so they could all go travel together. and don't get me started on The Narratives of it all. my man was getting booed at Silverstone or for beating lewis, and he was saying thank you to the fans... the tifosi booed him for winning Monza and he turned that around and made them sing with him!!! (and then kravitz called it embarrassing 😶)
the British sky coverage bias is SO real, and not do get me started on the crashes which are all framed as "Nico got envious and rammed into Lewis" and not the amount of times Lewis didn't leave enough space, or he was the one who caused it....... but I digress. the W-06s were kind of like the 2022 Ferraris where they were insanely fast but notoriously unreliable. fucking hell when Nico won the championship -- EVERYONE including his own team of Toto and Niki were talking about whether Lewis lost due to DNFs, and it took sebastian vettel to be like. hey. can we talk about Nico's deserved win tho?
lewis was asked if he thought the better man won and he said he didn't agree with that, and then when he retired was like "oh I'm not surprised, it's the first time he's won anything in 20 years." 🥴🥴🥴
every time someone learns more about nico over what's regurgitated about him they're always Huh... he's just some well meaning cringe dude... and not an evil mastermind 🤥 I do not discount that they've both hurt each other in ways we're not aware of, but everything that's publicly available means that's not our stance to take (hate a guy on Behalf of lewis cause he won't say his name)
now I don't blame fans -- how would you know about something that happened like 7 years ago now? and Lewis is very skilled at the narratives around him, he had a team that despite letting both drivers race was clearly behind him; and everything since DTS, fanon has been reinforcing the same narrative.
ultimately, nico won 2016 and lewis won the narrative.
sorry this answer got so long!!! i have mental problems!!! happy to recruit you in our large number of 6 nicologists if you now swing that way. 💕
#nico rosberg#the villainizing nico thesis (condensed)#i wish he was as evil as fandom makes him out to be. instead he's just a guy very enthusiastic about electric cars#cringe (affectionate)#blorbocedes ask#nicology
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[NSB HEADCANONS] - comforting them about your ex
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pov: the boys' girl has an ex and they go back into her life. how would the boys react? the girl consoles them saying they are the love of their life and that her ex is a piece of poop :)
warnings: ex walking back into our lives, comfort, insecurities, self-esteem and confidence trouble, scared of loosing the person, reverse-comfort.. i think that's all? let me know if theres more!
type: comfort (reverse-comfort)
members: all of them
OLIVER
i feel oli wouldn't really be jealous, because he know how he is and most of the time, he doesn't really mind, he's a free type of guy and doesn't really mind if others boys are looking at you because at the end of the day, he know you're only his and that you only love him
but for this plot, let's say he is, okay?? 😭
this man would be a bit sad
like really sad
but would he tell you? nah.
nevahhh
nah but for real.
he's jealous, but at the same not really
it really depends on his mood
i feel like if he saw your ex, he wouldn't want to talk about it
:( poor oli
his heart is so pure and all
you would know if he's sad or angry
he was completely silent and was holding your hand a bit tighter than usual
you knew something was up
he would be like ☹
"what's wrong?" you asked
"was it your ex?" he asked softly
you quickly nodded and hear him sigh
"what's up, oli?"
"he just looked so.. good? like.. he looked so confident and professional? idk, i just wish i was also like that"
he doesn't want you to be sad and all :(
"oli, baby, you know you are the love of my life, right? i don't care at all if he have more fashion style than you.. and i'll be honest, compared to you, he look like a trash can.. you're handsome in your way and i love it."
happy oli!
let's protect this man energy, thank you!!!
(rest of the boys under the cut!)
SEBASTIAN
bye he would try to act so cool and so flirty with you???
like your ex really thought he still had a chance with you?
we know seb, he's the baby (i can't believe he's actually 20, like what the hell??? the baby of the group IS FREAKIN 20 YEARS OLD OMG- anyways let's continue) of nsb..
he get jealous easily
i mean, i'm sorry, but hey it's seb we're talking about, he didn't really had a lot of relationships in his life and he doesn't really know what to actually do and all, like he still have to learn some things and all
he's simply not used to relationships and all!
he doesn't want you to walk away haha
but like seb, we won't
imagine having a sebastian moy kind of boy in your life and leaving him 😭 nah because seb is too sweet and caring towards us the stars and also with others people, like please IS HE EVEN REAL
sorry i'm done simping for this boy, but like damn
back on track!!!!!!
when seb saw your ex, he felt like something wasn't right
he didn't want to tell you how he felt at the moment
like if he was scared you'd judge him or smth
but you know him pretty well!!
so ofc, he couldn't just say "i'm not jealous!" because you and him would both know it's not even true
when your ex went to you and had the guts to ask for your new phone number, seb lost it
"back off, she's mine!"
"jeez, calm down.." your ex while walking away
"what a weirdo he is, can't believe you dated someone like him.."
not seb trying to make you say he's better than your ex 😭
i mean it's true, sorry not sorry, seb's better than your ex
he was so mushy in the inside like if you were going to go for your ex instead of him
"happily, you found me... and you only love me, right?"
"i do" you said while taking his hand
after a few seconds of it, he finally snapped out of it
"but didn't you think his hair were better than mine?? i mean, idk how to do mine, they're all natural right now and-"
"seb, your hair is so much better looking than his.. in fact, you're so much better than him"
he was smiling, but inside he was screaming
"i'm glad to hear that. he's so weird to have let you go"
you smiled
"but i'm glad he did because otherwise i wouldn't have you as my wonderful girlfriend"
and flirty seb is back, everyone! 🥰
JUSTIN
we love our jp's type of jealousy
i feel like either he would be super insecure (but not too much) or a bit sassy
bye, he reminds me of sunoo from enha 😚
like either he would ask himself if he's good enough to be with you
or either he'll be like "bye, i'm so much better than him!!!"
like, he would see your ex and make fun of him
he's only doing that because he's a bit insecure, because what the hell, the guy is so good looking
and he's scared to be replaced by him
because his outfit looked really good compared to his, his hair were in a perfect wave, his face was clear
he was just a bit jealous to see that ur ex still might have feelings for you again because the way he looked at you was really.. something
but ofc he won't tell you that
what if you made fun of him?
nah, he can't just say that
so ofc he'll stay quiet for a while and try to keep his jealousy inside of him
but after a few seconds, he just can't help it lol
he have to put your ex down or smth 😭 he have to convince himself he's way better than him
"damn y/n, check his outfit.. it's so boring!"
"my outfit look so much sophisticated compared to his! am i right?"
"fuck y/n, why is he walking like that?!"
"hum.. why is he looking at you like that? only i, can do that"
like bye-
justin just doesn't want to say he's jealous
he'll never tell you that he is
but ofc you know him
you know he's jealous
jp just never act this way
"jp? are you jealous?"
"me? jealous? hahahaha you're so funny, baby"
you rolled your eyes
"you know you don't have to fake your emotions with me, right..?"
he looked at you and was like 😶
"what do you mean? i'm not jealous!"
you sighed and looked in his beautiful eyes
"i can tell you are. you haven't stop talking about him"
he took your hand and sighed
"fine, then. i guess i'm a little bit super very really a little bit jealous.."
you took his hand and kissed his palm
"justin, baby, i only love you, and i always will. you don't have to be scared or insecure because of him. i broke up with him for a reason and i wouldn't ever get back with him even if i was paid 10,000$. the way he treat womens are definitively not something worth it."
he smiled and kissed the top of your head
"thank you, my love. it reassured me."
"even if seeing you jealous is cute, please tell me whenever you feel like that. i want you to be happy"
then he smiled
"just a reminder that your smile is one of the prettiest thing in the world, so if you ever feel insecure, just think about your smile, okay?"
"are you only dating me because i have a nice smile?" he smiled and laughed softly
"what can i say? it's one of the thing that made me attracted to you" you said
RYAN
hahahahahahahahahahaha run.
nah i'm just kidding, but like.. not very
this man would be really jealous
not in a possessive way like "omg don't you dare to look at him!!"
but more like in a way "you're mine"
when he saw your ex, he froze
"is it your..ex?" he asked while whispering
you nodded like if nothing ever happened, but still avoiding any eye contact with the dear ex-boyfriend you had
to me, ryan would be like the show jealous bf when it comes to physical and all, like he would hold your hand, kiss it and talk a bit louder to show his love to you
but he would also be the type to be like "i'm not even showing any emotions on my face rn" type of guy
he only show he's jealous when he hug you, when he want to kiss you or any stuff like that
like he said in one of seb's cartalk (if i remember correctly!), he's not the type to do pda in front of everyone
so when ryan started to hold your hand and started to kiss you on your cheek and on the top of your head, you knew something was wrong
and it didn't took you 3 seconds to realize he was jealous
"ryan? you jealous?"
he took your hand and kissed it
"why would i be?"
"you're doing pda in public"
"isn't pda supposed to be in public?"
"stop avoiding my question, nguyen"
he rolled his eyes and sighed
"i am" he whispered
you kissed him on his lips and smiled
"ryan, baby, cutie, i only have eyes for you"
"i love you so much, ryan. you don't even have to worry about him. i only see you and i'll never see someone more amazing, and funny, and hardworking, and caring as you.. you're mine and i'm yours, you don't have to worry your pretty little head, 'kay?"
he smiled
also he was blushing really hard because he had to turn around
"y/n, i swear you're making me weak"
"im glad"
after a few seconds, he looked at him and laughed softly
"i bet he's not even playing genshin or valorant, what a boring man.." (no hate to the people who don't play these games, i just think ryan would say smth like that in this kind of conversation 😭)
KANE
olala
this man
he's jealous
but also he's trying his best to not really show it?
like people can tell he is
but also not really
he just look sad tbh 😭
he would def hold your hand FOR SURE
and like kiss the palm of it or smth
i think he would be a sad jealous type of guy
like..
he would see your ex and his smile would fade down
not because he's sad like "omg i saw your ex and it made me sad"
more like because he cares a lot about you
he really do
and it make him sad to see the boy who made you cry, made you hurt.. walking like that like nothing ever happened
he was this close to go see him and say smth so your ex would know it's about him, but people wouldn't understand
like if he cheated on you, he would (probably) say something like that
"hey y/n, i think i'll have a CHEAT day today? i feel like this would be appropriate for me to have since SOMEONE did have a CHEATING DAY, right.." he said while making eye contact with him at the end of the sentence
like people could think kane's talking abt cheat day like the day when you allow yourself to eat a little bit more of calories/sugar
so yeah, hahahaha he would do that if he had the courage and the guts
because nah bye he's too embarassed and shy to do that kind of thing
so kane would just hold your hand and smile like nothing ever happened
"y/n.. i love you"
"i love you too, kane"
he couldn't help it but keep looking at your ex boyfriend
"kane? i asked you a question!" you said
he quickly turned his head and put his eyes in yours and smiled like he wasn't looking at the boy who used to be at his place
"oh sorry, i wasn't listening. what was the question?"
"i asked you if you wanted us to renews our subscription to crunchyroll.. i just saw some gift cards"
he quickly nodded his head and looked at your ex still again
"yeah, we can do that"
you looked at the person who he was looking at and sighed
"are you jealous, kane?"
he sighed and nodded without even saying anything
"aw baby.. you don't have to be. i only love you and i always will. my ex may look good to you, but in my eyes, he isn't. i wouldn't want to have him back in my life, like.. at all."
"you really mean what you just said?"
you smiled and kissed his cheek
"ofc, i do. and i always will"
you knew he was a bit jealous of your ex
"i love you to the moon and back, kane. i know you think he's probably good looking or something like that, but trust me.. he really isn't, at least not to me. i only love and it will always be this way. you're mine and i'm yours."
DARREN
this one won't be really long since like i said in my mtl jealous (link here if you want to read it!), darren wouldn't be too jealous
but at the same time, yes? is it understandable or not 😭
he would see your ex and be like "why is he looking at you like that???"
no, because only dar' has the right to look at you the way your ex just did
so when he would see your ex looking you up and down, he would quickly give them a middle finger (in his mind ofc)
because in reality, he would be like 🙂 "everything's fine!"
he would *ofc* hold your hand and start to kiss you
when he's jealous, he show it with physical touch, attention... things like that!
like omg 🤭 he's a bit showy showy with you when he's jealous
also, idk why but i feel darren would see your ex and be like "HOLY SH!T, HE HAVE NO ASS" then laugh
i'm just kidding but for real, i feel like dar' would be a bit insecure about it for like 5 minutes and forget about it
"i only love you, darren, you know that, right?" you said while knowing he was starting to feel a bit jealous
he quickly nodded and smiled softly like nothing ever happened
"ofc you do. did you see my ass?!"
no because i'm sorry, i know my hc are supposed to be like comforting and all lovey-dovey but like WE'RE TALKING ABOUT DARREN
i have to make it AT LEAST a bit more 😏 than the others
"yeah, yeah" you replied
he took your hand and kissed your lips and looked at your ex
"i bet he's jealous of me"
"yeah right"
"would you be jealous of me? like do you think i have a pretty ass?????"
"what???"
REGIE
tbh he wouldn't be jealous
like AT ALL
regie? jealous? pffffttttt? it's pretty rare
i feel this man wouldn't really be jealous because i feel regie's the most confident in the group and the more nonchalant like he doesn't really give a sh!t about your ex, he think he's poop
you're dating regie for a reason
and he know that you'll never be back with him
imma be honest with you guys, macalino wouldn't be jealous on a daily basis
but when he do (that's pretty rare), he's so clingy and all like cuddly with the other person (aka you)
like he would either hold your hand (yes every members hold your hand when they're jealous 💀) and kiss you at the top of your head
and he would look at your ex-boyriend and frowned
he would laugh at him bye-
"bruh why he is walking like that?"
"bro fucking thought he was being hot by walking in front of us like that"
nah but for real, he would make fun of the other person, it's not even a joke 😭
"regie, are you trying to hide your jealousy?"
he frowned
"what jealousy?"
"the one you have since you saw my ex walking in the shop"
he rolled his eyes
"babe, i love you, but you're imagining things"
you rolled his eyes and sighed
"yeah sure.."
after a few minutes, he would come closer to you and kiss you on your forehead
"i'm the only one you love, right?"
you frowned, but understood after a few seconds
"oooh you're so jealous!! i knew it!" you smirked
he sigh and looked away, ignoring your eyes
"okay maybe i am.. and what??"
you took his hand and pecked his lips
"regie, you're the only love for me, you don't have to worry about him. i only love you and nothing will change that"
with your sweet words, he smiled
it reassured him
you always knew what to say to him to make him feel better! :)
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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)
Words: 4711 (chapter 45)
AN: woow, big chapter, lots of talking and problem solving! some spicy moments, so please, minors, do not interact!
45. not the best lawyer, but a goddamn good criminal
"We'll reach out to you soon, Miss, as soon as we get an answer from the court about the deal you're suggesting." You steal a glance at Matt, he's been talking on the phone for about 20 minutes, too. "Yes, Miss, your case is our top priority, but now everything depends on..." You roll your eyes when the middle-aged woman interrupts you again, "yes, I'll call you, personally... Yes, have a great day."
"I'm sure everything will be alright, Mr Dunway, I assure you, you're in good hands. We'll meet you exactly at 8 o'clock on Monday. Yes, safe travels, Mr Dunway." Matt says, smiling at something the man said on the other side of the phone call. You notice the dimples on his cheeks and barely noticeable crows feet under his eyes when he flashes his teeth. With one last nod, although it obviously went unseen during this talk, Matt puts his phone down, lifting his head towards you, "Wow, he really likes to talk."
"You should be glad it was only a phone call." You smile back, "he won't let you rest when he comes here."
"Is Margaret gonna let you rest?" Matt fixes his glasses with a single push, and rests his head on the palm of his hand. "I heard something about 'top priority'."
"Every case is our top priority, boss," the slight change in your voice sent shivers down Matt's spine, and as much as he hated to admit, he felt a bit of blood rush to his dick. "I'm surprised that she didn't chicken out when I introduced myself. That woman sounds like she's a fan of Bulletin."
"Alright, Sherlock Holmes," Matt chuckles, "if you can guess what she's a fan of only by hearing her voice..." his voice gets lower, despite the closed doors of your office and phones going off non-stop the whole morning, "then could you guess what's on my mind?"
"Why? Are you afraid that I have finally discovered my superpowers?" You also lower your voice, slowly brushing your high heel along Matt's leg under the tables. "I'm guessing..." you begin, watching how Matt, not expecting your sudden touch, slightly jumps in his seat, "that you have some dirty things on your mind... Things that shouldn't be talked about in the workplace."
Matt fidgets, as if trying to create more friction for himself, when your foot travels up to his knee, but he quickly grabs it, keeping it in place. You slightly gasp, afraid that Karen might see you through the half-closed curtains, but then you lower your head, pretending to write something in your notes. Matt feels your pulse quicken, your skin suddenly feels hotter than it was before, and he lessens his grasp on your foot, letting his fingers slowly slide on your skin. "I think you should do whatever your boss asks you to do, y/n." Matt's fingers gently push your foot off his knee and it lands with a soft thud. "I won't ask for an explanation next time. "
"You-" you shut up when someone opens the door and stops. Turning to look back, you notice Foggy standing with an open folder in the doorway, looking at the two of you with a raised eyebrow.
"Am I interrupting something?" Foggy asks, and you feel your cheeks turning red again. "Are you sick or something? It looks like you might have temperature."
"What? No, I was just..." You stumble on your words slightly, "on this long phone call, I got a bit frustrated, that's it."
"You know, I have to apologize, y/n." Foggy begins, briefly looking at his feet. You raise your eyebrows, waiting. "I was an asshole earlier, when you saved the firm's ass with all these new clients, the ad in the newspaper is doing numbers, I..." You suddenly feel shyness creep on your cheeks, a warm feeling in your chest. Matt, on the other hand, tries to make himself as invisible as possible, still angry with Foggy. "I'm really sorry about everything that happened with that glasses guy and Fisk, trust me, if I could, I'd go beat them up, and the devil too, because you deserve so much better."
"I... Wow, I don't know what to say, I'm just doing my job, Foggy, I want us to be a successful company as much as you do, although, you two need to stop acting like donkeys and make a truce at last." You clear your throat, "Wesley's dead, so unless you want to beat up a corpse, I won't stop you."
"What? Fisk's right hand is dead?" Foggy sits on one of the two armchairs, thinking for a moment. "That means he's vulnerable and might let something slip. We can finally put him behind bars."
You briefly glance at Matt, but get no response. "I feel like you're hiding something." You say to Foggy, noticing how his eyes widened a bit. "If you still want to build a case against Fisk, you two have to have at least one real piece of evidence, but even without Wesley, he has more people working for him... There was this guy with white hair at the Gala. I don't remember much but he was acting strange."
"Strange how?" This time the question comes from Matt.
"I don't know, but he looked like he was anxious, or waiting for something, he was almost all over the place, kept interrupting Fisk, but... If he wasn't something important, I'm sure he would've gotten a word from James."
"White hair?" Foggy rubs his forehead for a moment, "hey, wasn't there a guy when Fisk went public with him?"
"Don't remember." You say shortly, and Matt understands the reason why - Wesley.
"Wait... he was the accountant or something-" Foggy stops when someone slams the main door of the office loudly.
Karen barges in, breathing heavily, "Ben's dead."
***
As Matt leaves with Karen to attend Urich's funeral, you and Foggy stay in the office to receive new clients and potential cases, but as soon as it hits noon, the place quiets down. "Hey, partner." You slide onto one of the chairs in front of Foggy's desk and hand him a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee.
"Busy day, huh? Never thought I'd have to experience this when we got license to open our firm." Foggy pulls away from his computer and takes a good look at you. "You seem tired, maybe you should head home early today."
"Don't really feel like rotting away at home." A heavy sigh leaves your lips and you rub your forehead, "if it wasn't for that crazy masked guy, I'd say we all just leave the city for the weekend, drive to a casino and just gamble all our money away."
"I'm bad at gambling. One time I lost a bet to my brother and had to run around the house naked three times." Foggy laughs and you break into a small smile.
"Is it fun? Growing up with siblings?"
"It's a pain in the ass, but as you get older, you begin to understand just how lucky you are to have them in your life." Foggy shrugs, "you're an only child, yeah?"
"Yeah, maybe it's alright, the world would not have survived two y/l/ns in the same city, let alone under the same roof." You think for a moment, "Pug has always been like a brother to me, sometimes I wish I met him earlier, maybe I would've ended somewhere else.
"You said he's also a lawyer?"
"Yeah, he keeps trying to talk me into moving back to LA... But it's just... Too fancy for me."
"Too fancy? You're like the closest richest person I know, y/n!" Foggy leans back, putting his cup on one of the shelves behind him.
"More than half of my money, actually being my dad's money, doesn't really make me a rich person. I don't like showing it off, because eventually, money is all people see you as - a giant 100 dollar bill with long legs." You slightly scoff, "hell, I've been driving my dad's old car for as long as I remember."
"Okay, maybe not the richest, but pretty rich nonetheless." Foggy sits in thought, then asks, "How are you and Matt getting together?" Before you can control your facial expressions, your eyebrows slightly shoot up, but Foggy doesn't notice and continues, "I mean, when we got our first cases against your clients, I thought that he was going to completely lose it from the anger that you were just a better attorney, but now you two are sitting all day in the same room and... It's safe to say that I was expecting to find the place wrecked one day."
"Fighting? You really thought that after I left Benowitz and you took me in, offered me a job and kept my legal reputation as clean as possible, that I would be fighting with Matt?" You try your best to act innocent and surprised, but not too much to avoid suspicion.
"Well, to be fair, you almost got into a fight with Karen..."
"That's totally different, and what, you expect me to start throwing punches around?" You can't help but laugh a little.
Foggy takes the note of the lighter mood and continues, "You know, sometimes I'm scared of you, after all, your father was a police officer, I'm sure you have some tricks under your sleeve."
"You wanna see them?" You put your hands up in a fighting manner and crack up.
"No, God no, I want to continue living my peaceful life... Preferably with fewer criminals like Fisk and that Devil."
"Me and Matt..." You say, instead of reacting to the mentioning of the Devil, "I don't know, I guess our brooding days don't match, so we're okay with not ripping each other's throats." You shrug, hoping that this threw Foggy off potential tracks that might lead to more suspicion.
"That's good, for business, I mean."
***
"How are you holding up?" Father Lantom asks Matt after most of the people left Urich's funeral.
"Like a good Catholic boy." Matt doesn't smile or grin, indicating that his joke was pure sarcasm.
"That bad, huh?"
"He was a good man. And he's gone because I haven't stopped what's happening to this city."
"Can't put that on yourself, Matthew. You've done everything you can. A lot you probably shouldn't have." Father puts a hand on Matt's shoulder, trying to somehow get him into thinking more clearly.
"And here we are." Matt's response is cold. He hated funerals. The smell was...well, terrible, lots of crying and nose-sniffling around him made his head spin and the situation made him turn his guard down.
"Matthew, maybe you should stop by for a talk? Sometime soon?" Father's voice is calm but strong, and Matt knew that he wasn't suggesting a simple meeting.
"Sorry, Father, I have lots of work to do."
"Yeah, that's what I'm most afraid of, Matthew." Father notices Karen walking towards them and quickly says, "treat her right okay, she's been through a lot."
"Who?"
"You know who. See you soon." Father leaves Matt standing in the wind with his coat open and flying around his thighs, until Karen finally approaches him and they leave the graveyard.
***
You see Matt and Karen return, but don't make a single move out of Foggy's office, just follow them through the open curtains, talking with an elderly man about the changes of his will. Matt lingers next to the clothes hanger and you notice his sour face before he disappears further into the office.
"He just stood there, like he was his friend. Like he had nothing to do with what happened." Karen speaks as soon as Matt comes towards her table.
Matt tunes you and Foggy out, feeling that he should be more sympathetic to Karen. "I thought Ben said he didn't have any evidence Ellison was taking money from Fisk."
"No, but it makes sense. I mean, it explains Do you know what makes this worse? Foggy. Didn't even think about going with us."
"I think he stated it clearly that he'd rather stay here and work with y/n." Matt says with a hidden note of 'I couldn't care less' attitude.
"He knew Ben too, but then he'd rather work than come to his funeral?" Karen rolls her eyes, desperately trying to find somebody to blame.
"It's my fault, Karen. All of this with Foggy." Matt says, lingering near his office door, but not going inside, because without you there, it was just an empty, soul-sucking place.
"No, everyone shares the blame in a relationship. That's just the way that it works. We all made mistakes."
"No, not always. Why don't you go home, get some rest, huh?" He asks, softly, but Karen lights up like a candle.
"I can't. Every time I close my eyes, I see... What if he finds out that I...That I was with Ben at Saint Benezet. What if he finds out that I spoke to his mother too?" Karen sighs heavily after maneuvering her response out of potential trouble.
"If that happens, we will deal with it." Matt's voice is soft, but reassuring.
"How? I mean, the news barely mentioned what happened to Ben because Fisk pays off the media. And the police haven't arrested anyone for it because Fisk pays them off, too. Foggy was right. How do you stop someone like that, someone who has so much?"
"It just means he has more to lose."
"He's gonna find out what I did and he's gonna come after me just like he came after Ben." Karen closes her eyes and takes deep breath in hopes of stopping herself from crying.
"I told you I would keep you safe, Karen, when he came after you over Union Allied. That hasn't changed. Everyone that's taken money from him, everyone that's helped him tear this city apart they're all gonna get what's coming to them along with Wilson Fisk."
You walk out of Foggy's office, carrying a bunch of documents in your left hand and helping the old man to walk with your right one. Sparing a single glance to Karen's desk, you can only make yourself to turn your lips into a polite smile and walk out of the office down the stairs with the man. Matt thinks for a moment, then grabs his coat from the hanger and leaves without saying a word to Karen.
You catch a taxi for Stanley and bid him farewell, reassuring that the consultation was free and stop on the corner of the building to smoke a cigarette. "You're gonna catch a cold." Matt emerges from another corner and stops next to you, hands hidden in the pockets of his coat.
"Jesus, you scared me, Matt." You gasp slightly and almost playfully punch his arm. "How'd you know where I was?"
"That stink I could smell before opening the doors." He points somewhere where your cigarette was supposed to be and smiles when you chuckle. "Here." You watch him take off his coat and put around your shoulders, and despite your protests, Matt stands in the wind only with his jacket.
"Don't be crazy, come here." You briefly look around, making sure that there's no one in the street and pull onto Matt's sleeve to make him stand a bit closer. "How'd it go?"
"As good as these kind of things go, I suppose." Matt inhales the smoke that you just breathed out and you notice this.
"Take a puff when I put it next to your lips." You say, stopping Matt's hands from moving from your hips where he was keeping them warm. "No hands." You say softly, guiding your almost burned out cigarette to Matt's half open lips, and watch how he inhales the smoke.
He exhales a moment later alongside with a heavy sigh. "You're a bad influence on me."
"We could argue about that." You smile to yourself when his grasp on you tightens. "Come on, let's go inside."
Matt pulls away, although reluctantly. He knew that he couldn't stay tonight at your place or invite you to his, because you didn't use silk bed sheets and as much as he hated to admit, his rest wasn't perfect. But silk sheets or not, he had so much work to do in the mask that he just couldn't make time for you later.
"Matt, what are you doing?" You ask in a hushed tone when he starts guiding you towards the bathroom on the first floor and locks the doors from the inside after a moment of silence.
"What I know I won't be able to do later." He whispers, taking his coat off your shoulders and dropping it onto one of the sinks. He's quick to let his hands roam on your body, feeling the soft material of your knitted dress.
Your body responds on its own, and you curse yourself for feeling so horny the second Matt starts touching you, "in the bathroom? Really?"
"Shhh," his lips ghost over yours, "listen to your boss." Matt steps in between your legs, pushing his knee between yours, and your breath catches in your throat when he gets closer and starts moving his leg up and down so that his thigh would create friction to your core. You watch curiously for a moment, but then focus on Matt's face, taking off his glasses and putting them on.
"How many more times do I have to tell you that I want to see you without your glasses?" You whisper, connecting your lips with his, and soon, you're moving your body much quicker, grinding on his thigh.
"Many, many times." He rasps out, sliding one hand under your dress and you slightly gasp when his cold fingers meet with your already throbbing pussy. A sigh leaves his mouth at how wet you were and Matt is quick to start rubbing your clit faster.
"Please..." You look at him through his red-tinted glasses and notice a satisfied smirk resting on his face.
"What do you need? Tell me, y/n, tell me and I'll do it."
"If you don't put those fingers inside of me right now, I'm gonna have to do it myself." You push your dress higher and take a tight hold of Matt's wrist. "Don't you want to feel just how ready I am for you?"
Matt smiles, enjoying the way you're becoming bolder each time you have sex with him. "I thought I told you to listen to me, y/n, and you haven't been doing that-" He grunts lowly when pushing two fingers inside of you and you tightly grip his shoulders for support. "Oh, so tight."
"Matt!" You gasp when he starts moving his middle and his ring finger inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace.
"I'd gladly turn you around and make you watch yourself while I fuck you from behind," his voice is low and seductive in your ear and your grip on his jacket tightens, "while you're gripping the sink tightly," he quickens his pace, enjoying the sound of your wet pussy, "and I'd make you cum so hard, you'd forget your own name."
You let out an involuntary whimper and kiss him hard, smudging your rose pink lipstick on the corners of his lips and surprise yourself with your next words, "please, put another finger in me, Matt."
He stops, contemplating his actions, but then agrees, curling three fingers inside of you, earning a low, restricted moan. "Feels good?"
You laugh at the ridiculousness of his question and mutter before kissing him again, "don't stop now."
Soon enough, you feel your legs giving up, your knees bending on their own and you no longer trust leaning on the sink, but fully rely on hanging onto Matt. He felt your orgasm coming way before you did, your pulse spiking up, causing you to take shorter breaths, the lack of oxygen clouding your mind. He sighed at just how good it felt to have you clenching around his fingers, all three of them and gripping his shoulders tightly. He remembered the jolts of electricity he felt when you dug your nails into his back muscles and understood that if he wasn't wearing so many layers, you'd be doing exactly that... Raking his flesh, marking him as yours, because no other man, only him, only Matt, made you feel so good.
"Fuck.", you sigh when he pulls his fingers away, and cross your arms on his shoulders. "I'd do something now if we had more time."
"Yeah, like what?" He gently brushes his nose along yours and connects your foreheads. The coldness from his glasses resting on the bridge of your nose, made him feel a weird wave of relief.
"I can only perform, not describe." You smirk, coming down from the unexpected mid-day high.
"Maybe some other time." Matt pecks your lips, and you try to brush away your lipstick from his lips with your thumb. "We have lots of work to do."
"You should talk to Foggy. I don't... Want to feel like a therapist in your friendship." You pull away, giving Matt his glasses back.
"Have you told him the same thing?" He turns on the water to wash his hands.
"Something similar. I don't know what caused this but if you two continue not talking to each other, then we all might as well leave." You walk out first, hoping to avoid possible suspicion as to where where you for so long.
***
"What's this?" Owsley looks around the dim lit alley and takes a piece of paper from Fisk.
"I asked Wesley to transfer funds for me the night before we found him." Fisk intently looks at Owsley, studying every twich of his muscles.
"I thought financials was my job."
"Yes, that's why I wanted you to have a look at these. There seem to be some irregularities with my accounts."
Owsley scoffs, not sparing a single glance at the papers. "Of course there are. I move money around all the time. It's a shell game to keep the SEC off our backs, it's nothing."
"Your hand's shaking." Fisk doesn't hurry to take the paper back, watching Owsley's hand shake.
"'Cause it's freezing out here!"
"Then why are you sweating, Leland?"
"All right, okay, Jesus. I figured you'd find out sooner or later. What's a guy gonna do?"
"Wesley found out, didn't he? He confronted you and you shot him?" Fisk raises his voice.
Owsley sighs, "I have no idea what happened to Wesley. I wasn't a part of that. But to be frank, I said from the beginning that him messing with that lawyer wasn't going to end well."
"You tried to kill me." Fisk focuses on other perspective of the events that took place at his Gala.
"The poisonings at the benefit were just to make it look like someone was trying to get at you. That lawyer could've died as well and I'd be damn glad if she did, but Wesley was running after her like a lost puppy. A pathetic sight that was, honestly. You know, you and Wesley were more similar than you thought."
It takes a moment for Fisk to connect the dots, "Vanessa? You wanted to kill her?"
"Do you blame us? Just look at what's happened since you took up with her. You've been distracted, emotional, erratic. We just wanted to nudge you back on track. But obviously that went south, so we will be parting ways and I'll be taking half your assets with me."
"You think that I would let you walk away after what you've done?"
"That's exactly what you're gonna do, because I have Detective Hoffman." Owsley takes a big step back, creating more space, "Hoffman never left the city after he murdered his partner in the hospital. I scooped him up, squirreled him away for a rainy day. If I don't check in every 24 hours, Hoffman gets dropped off to the Feds, tells them all the shit he's been up to."
"Hoffman, he's he's a frightened little worm. He would never risk going against me."
"Ten million buys a lot of courage. He thinks he's going into witness protection, get the money on the other side. Now, I know you'll get to him before he cashes in, but by then the damage will already have been done and everything you've been fighting so hard for will come tumbling down." Owsley tries to play cool, holding his ground, but not for long.
"Yeah, but you would get caught up in that as well."
"I've spent my entire life hiding assets overseas for pricks like you. My son and I will be just another transaction, disappearing into the tax-exempt ether. But I'm a fair sort. That's why I'm only taking half your money. You go your way, I go mine. Not what I'd call win-win but it's as close as we're gonna get with this. So we on the same page?" Fisk hesitates to answer, so Leland adds, "I bet you wish you'd had that lawyer on your side now, don't you?"
Fisk punches him, screaming like a predator, and Leland tries tasing him... but Fisk quickly recovers, still shouting, "You hurt her!"
" Wait, wait!" Owsley tries to negotiate, but Fisk pushes him into an elevator shaft.
"You hurt Vanessa!" He comes closer, looking at the pool of blood that grows with every passing moment. Fisk turns to Francis, his bodyguard, "Sweep the city. Find Hoffman and put a bullet in his head."
***
Foggy enters surprisingly well-lit Fogwell's Gym and sees Matt hitting a punching bag quite furiously. Upon hearing Foggy enter, Matt stops and turns around, catching his breath, "How'd you know I was here?"
"Known about your outlet for a while. I didn't say anything because I thought it had something to do with your dad. Now I know better. Thought you'd be out punching people in the head, or whatever you do." Foggy rolls his eyes, keeping his distance.
"I was. Paid Ben's editor a visit." Matt shrugs, and starts rolling off the tape from his hands.
"Ellison?"
"Yeah. Karen thinks he's working for Fisk."
"Did he talk?"
"No, never got close. Wife and kid picked him up outside the office. Try it again tomorrow night."
"Looking like you have some anger issues. Wanna talk about it?"
Matt sends his friend a smirk, "You're not my priest, Foggy who you might have met today if you'd shown up for Ben's funeral."
"Karen's that upset? I told her we had lots of work to do."
"I told her this was my fault all of this between you and me." Matt sighs, "She told me that y/n could've stayed at the office alone."
"When you two left, we did have only a couple of clients come in... But then I got a call from Marci... And just, truth to be told, I enjoyed spending time with our new cases, and not listening to all these people crying at the funeral."
"Wait, Marci called? Are you two back together?" Matt raises an eyebrow, listening to Foggy's heartbeat slightly picking up pace.
"She's been helping me copying files from Landman and Zack on the quiet. Whole stack of documents on their dealings with Fisk, and Owlsley at Silver and Brent."
"Ben is dead, Foggy, because he got dragged into this. And now you're doing the same with Marci." Matt waves his hands in the air, a scowl forming on his face.
"We're being careful-" Foggy answers, sounding like a highschooler who got caught hiding condoms in his drawer.
"This has to stop. Fisk has to - I have to stop this before there's no one left to bury." Matt squeezes his fist tightly, remembering how much you've already had to experience since coming into his life. He didn't want to lose you, especially not now.
"Matt! Last time you went after Fisk, I found you half dead! More than half. You go after him in the mask again, he might kill you. Or you might kill him, which would probably have the same effect on someone as Catholic as you are!" Foggy raises his voice as well, which painfully echoes in the empty space.
"What am I supposed to do? How do I stop him?" Matt starts shouting, his anger getting the best of him quickly.
"By using the law, Matt. Like you told me and Karen to do. That's how we take him down. Come on, there's four of us now, we can create some badass plan and put Fisk behind the bars."
"We? Thought Nelson and Murdock were over." Matt voice gets quieter.
"There's nothing I want more than to find a way back to where we were, but I don't know if we can."
"No, we can't. But maybe we can find a way to move forward, Foggy." Matt steps closer, putting a hand on Foggy's shoulder. "All four of us."
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