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could you do some drunk Eddie blurbs or oneshots? Thanks! I love your stuff btw

✶ ┄ DRUNK IN LOVE !

summary: "you're drunk, eds" / "yeah, super drunk. and in the morning, when i'm sober, you’ll still be beautiful… i’m just gonna be too chicken shit to tell you." pairing: best friend!eddie munson / f!reader word count: 3.8k warnings: talks of alcohol, getting drunk, and taking care of a super drunk eddie! barely proofread so pretend any typos are nonexistent <3 a/n: i'm learning it's next impossible for me to write blurbs. i get an idea for one and boom. it's nearly 4k words. thanks for the request, anon! hope you like it xoxo

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Eddie didn’t realize until he was halfway through his fifth beer, that he probably should’ve stopped at his fourth.

He’d stumbled upon that finicky little fork in the road at the crux both drinks, a line he was toeing all night between blissfully tipsy and borderline obliterated. You can only really maneuver it if you’re smart about it, and in true Munson fashion, Eddie opted for the exact wrong decision.

It wasn’t like he’d ever prided himself on being a man of self-control. He was gluttonous to a fault, green and greedy at times, especially when there was free alcohol involved.

Eddie had been a grumpy little stick in the mud when you and him first got to Steve’s place. He didn’t feel like partying that night or sharing you with people he could barely stand. They were your friends, after all, not his. He only tolerated the bunch of them because you did. He spent the entire drive lamenting about how illegal it was — to be his best friend and have other people in your life you cared about the same way you cared about him.

“That’s obviously against the rules,” he joked.

You only scoffed in response. “Obviously.”

Undeterred by his complaints, you drug him halfway across Hawkins with you like a storm cloud on a leash.

When you arrived, he found that it wasn’t a party at all. It was just Steve and Robin drinking together on the couch while Nancy and Jonathan stirred around in the kitchen and scolded Argyle for rifling through all the cabinets.

Music spilled lowly from the radio, a platter of snacks were laid out on the coffee table, and everyone smiled at you when you walked in. It wasn’t nearly as loud or as overwhelming as he’d dreaded it might be on the drive over.

Didn’t mean he was any happier about it, though.

“I don’t know about this,” he cautioned in your ear from where he stood behind your shoulder, seeking a familiar refuge in you once all the greetings were done. “We talked to everyone, can’t we just, like… go? I don’t think I’m gonna have a good time here, babe.”

Babe, he calls you, a nickname that’s left half of Hawkins believing the two of you were really dating. You stopped blushing about it some years ago, when the novelty of it wore off and it ultimately replaced your actual name.

You shrugged, grasping for a reason to make him stay. “Steve said he had a keg.”

The big silver thing next to the kitchen island didn’t catch his eye until then. You peered up at him, finding a sudden sparkle in his gaze. His bushy brows bounced and his pink mouth fell soft agape at the sight of it. Something swelled in his heart then, a distant and boyish happiness.

“…I’m gonna try.”

He was pretty much a goner after that.

The beer was pretty stellar, but more than anything, the keg kept it cold. Eddie could barely drag himself away from the damn thing — the red solo cup hadn’t left his right hand all night. And when Steve let him handle the music, that was even better… Well, technically, he let you handle the music, but you sifted through his tapes and picked only what you knew Eddie would like — just like you always did.

Any other time, Eddie might’ve asked what the hell King Steve was doing with so many KISS cassettes, but he was already too drunk to think logically about anything by the time “Detroit Rock City” started playing. He stopped caring and let all the beer and music coursing through his system do all the work for him.

And while stumbling for his sixth refill with Robin, he concludes that he is, in fact, completely and utterly and unabashedly drunk. He’s still sober yet, enough to make such an admission to himself, but too far gone now to stop drinking.

He crouches slightly to bring the nozzle to the rim of his cup without much resistance. His tongue pokes through his tingling lips as he pours all of his concentration into aiming the beer into his plastic chalice and not completely toppling over onto the kitchen floor below him.

That’s when he spots you and Steve sitting on the couch, a little too close for his liking.

The brunette boy has his arms sprawled over the back of the sofa like he owns the place (Eddie’s too drink to remember he does, in fact, own the place) and your legs are delicately crossed and turned towards him, too enraptured in whatever conversation you were having to notice that your best friend had run off (you’d been trying to look after him all night, it wasn’t your fault he kept dodging you).

And it wasn’t his place to be jealous, he knew that. You didn’t belong to him. You could do whatever the hell you wanted to.

If he wasn’t so sloshed, he might’ve been able to recall that you don’t have a thing for Steve — that you’ve never had a thing for Steve, because you’ve spent your entire life in love with your best friend.

But you were too chicken shit to tell Eddie and Eddie was too oblivious to see any of it and it left the both of you in a permanent limbo of unsaid feelings.

So much so, that he once encouraged you to conquer the feat of King Steve one night, many moons ago. He thought he’d noticed the two of you being overtly touchy in the back of a dimly lit club.

Eddie was sober enough then to make fun of it all while still feeling every ounce of his misplaced jealousy as he playfully promised you that “you had his blessing to screw Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington.”

You should’ve known you were screwed when you told him that you didn’t want to screw Steve because “you had your eyes on someone else,” and he completely missed the brave, longing look you shot his way.

Eddie spent the rest of the night pestering you endlessly about your crush, while you just sat there, red hot and embarrassed about the whole thing.

Now he’s the one feeling like a fool, watching his best friend make nice with the dowager king of Hawkins.

Being without you makes the distance feel somehow wider from where stands across the too big house, feeling like a stray puppy everyone adores but never actually choses.

Robin taps him on the shoulder to bring him from his stupor before he can waste the foaming beer rapidly filling his cup, though there was no stopping the drunken war path he goes on after.

You and Steve giggle to yourselves as you watch Nancy twirl drunkenly to the tune of the Joan Jett, louder when Jonathan fights to keep her from stumbling over herself. The boy leans over to you, whispering a joke only you can hear, and smiling when it makes you laugh.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Eddie scolds when he stumbles up to the couch. “What’re you two love birds whisperin’ ‘bout over here, huh?”

The two of you blink up at the boy, surprised by his sudden visit and how much drunker he’d gotten since you spoke to him last.

He’s all flushed out, cheeks glowing red with the alcohol in his system, and slurring something fierce — the kind of drawled out garbles that only sound clear to the one that’s speaking.

“We were talking about you, Eds,” you smile without missing a beat. “Been missin’ you over here.”

Steve nods with a dumb, tight-lipped grin. “Yeah. You’ve been making friends with that keg instead of the rest of us, man—”

“Yeah, right,” the boy scoffs out a laugh with a bitter nod. He less than gracefully squeezes between your legs and the coffee table. “Scooch over, Harrington. Make some room. ’S too damn cuddly over here.”

With no choice but to comply, the two of you part.

“Scooch?” you hear Steve mutter under his breath with a faint laugh that has you giggling too. Eddie’s not drunk enough to miss the glance that both of you share, seemingly having some sort of silent conversation that’s left him, yet again, out of the loop.

He’s got a full on pout on his numbing face when he settles between you and Steve, losing his balance briefly before landing in a clumsy pile between the both of you. The beer in his freshly filled up cup sloshes over the rim and splashes into your lap. The alcohol stains the belly of your t-shirt, leaving it cold and clinging to your skin.

And it’s not as dramatic as the movies make it seem, where a guy spills a drink on a girl and something terribly melodramatic ensues. You weren’t trying to impress anybody, least of all with your outfit — hell, you’d probably stolen it from Eddie himself a lifetime or more ago. You don’t get angry or rush out of the room for a good cry.

Actually, you smile sweetly at him, with the realization that it was time for you and your way-too-drunk-to-function best friend to head home.

Eddie gets all sad about it anyway, though, because to him it really does feel all that dramatic. His face screws up like he’s just done something irreversible. His umber eyes glimmer at you with a particular sadness only a drunk person could possess.

“Shit, babe… I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay, Eds—”

“No, it’s not okay. I’m sorry,” he slurs with the sloppy shake of his head. “Please don’t be mad at me, babe. I didn’t mean to.”

“No one’s mad at you, Eddie,” you affirm with a soft laugh, dabbing at the wet spot of your shirt with the bunch of napkins Jonathan (the only other half-sober person aside from you and Steve) haphazardly hands to you.

“I can give you another shirt, if you want,” Steve offers, already standing to retrieve it for you. “Might be too big but it’s—”

Eddie’s head snaps away from you and to the brunette boy. A cartoon-like anger coats his buzzing features. “Like hell you will, Harrington,” he tries to threaten, though the words come out half-jumbled together. “Won’t have my girl wearin’ your shit, Steven—”

You burn red hot at the new nickname, equal parts embarrassed and delighted as you stand from your position on the sofa. Suddenly eager to escape the situation, you reach for Eddie’s hand. “Alright, Eds. Let’s go.”

He accepts your touch without question, rising on swaying feet and forcing you to keep an arm around his waist to keep him steady.

He’s already forgotten what he just said. He has no idea that your heart’s just done a billion backflips for him. He focuses, instead, on the thought of a new adventure with you. “Ooh. Where we goin’ now?”

“I’m taking you back to the trailer, okay?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, suddenly displeased again. “Yeah, whatever… You wanna spend more time with King Steve, I see what you’re doin’—”

“I’m coming with you, Eds,” you laugh.

It’s like the switch flipped and he’s grinning all sloppy and stupid at you again. He tosses the smug look to the boy standing at his other side. “Suck it, Stevie—”

“Eddie!” you scold.

“You guys can just take the spare bedroom,” Steve offers despite Eddie’s teasing. “I don’t want you driving like this.”

“Oh, how fucking chivalrous,” your best friend grumbles under his breath.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” you press with brows furrowed in concern. “I don’t want to, you know, intrude or whatever. I’m good to drive—”

“No, it’s fine. Really. He should probably lie down anyway.”

“Yeah… Okay.”

“You know where it is, right?” he asks you and you nod

Eddie takes great offense to your affirmative answer.

“Wait, why do you know where it is?” he pouts down at you, figuring there’s something dirty hidden in the fact you’ve slept in your friend’s guest bedroom before. You shake your head and opt not to answer as you help him towards the stairs. “Why do you know where it is?”

“—Go upstairs, okay?” you shout over him, trying your best to stay patient. “I’ll check on you in a second.”

He lingers on the first stair and juts out his lip. His pointer fingers trails the intricate carvings in the wood of the banister while his glassy puppy dog eyes glimmer down at you. “…Promise?”

“Yes, Eddie. I promise.”

With that, he makes careful work climbing the stairs, hanging onto the railing for dear life as he goes. You watch attentively, prepared to rush to him if he stumbles, and able to breathe out a sigh of relief when he makes it to the top step.

You turn away from the hallway of the staircase and back to your friends, who — save for Steve and maybe Jonathan — haven’t yet bothered to acknowledge the situation.

Robin is rifling through Steve’s cabinets for food, Argyle’s at the keg pouring beer into his mouth straight from the nozzle, and Nancy hasn’t stopped dancing the entire time. You’re not even sure if she knows the song.

“I didn’t know you guys were dating,” Stevie remarks with a smile. “No wonder he was being so… like that.”

You shake your head and duck your gaze. “We’re not. Dating, I mean— he’s just, like, super drunk.”

“…Really?”

“Really,” you breathe out a laugh at the way your admission make this face twist in confusion.

“I’ve just— I’ve never heard a drunk person talk that way about someone they didn’t, you know… like.”

A part of you so desperately wants that to be true.

Eddie’s never been particularly shy about calling you babe or sweetheart or honey in front of people — sometimes he did it just to throw them off. But something about him getting jealous over a guy you’ve never liked, calling you his girl to bat the believed ‘affections’ away, has a foreign feeling swirling in your belly.

You force yourself to swallow your hopes down.

“Well, you’ve never met drunk Eddie,” you tell him with a shrug. “The freak’ll say just about anything.”

You make your way up to the guest bedroom and find Eddie slouched at the top step. He looks terribly sad, pouting with his elbows propped up on his knees and his hands on his chin. But he lights up like a christmas tree all over again at the sight of you.

“What are you doing, Eddie? You were supposed to be laying down,” you scold softly.

“I missed you,” he whines, gazing up at you with twinkling, red-rimmed eyes. “And I got lost… And then I forgot how to walk.”

You try your best to keep a straight face as you help him up again, trying to ignore the way your heart thrums like a hummingbird when he leans completely into your side.

You walk the staggering boy the short distance to Steve’s guest bedroom.

It’s as extravagant as the rest of the house, complete with large windows and expensive furniture and a thousand throw pillows on the freshly made bed. The entire room practically sparkles, there’s not a single crease in the bedsheets; it probably hasn’t been touched since the last time one of you spent the night there.

Eddie flops onto the bed when you urge him to sit down. He makes himself comfortable with ease, legs still hanging over the side as he throws his arms out, melting easily into the newly laundered blankets.

You navigate through the darkness, illuminated only by a subtle moonlight, to the seating area across the room. The newly granted privacy of the guest bedroom allows you to strip off your damp shirt. The wet spot sticks to your skin when you peel it off of you. The feeling makes you grimace.

You don’t think twice about being in your bra in front of Eddie — he’s not even looking at you now — and besides, he’s seen you in less. You’ve been friends for far too long to care. Being naked in front of each other stops meaning so much after accidentally catching each other changing a half a billion times.

Leaving your shirt in a crumpled pile on the arm of the couch, you make the silent decision to sleep there for the night. Many a bed has been shared between you and Eddie, but he’s going to need all the comfort he can get tonight — the hangover he’ll have tomorrow will feel like hell, no doubt.

You look across the dark room at Eddie and find he hasn’t moved an inch. “Take off your clothes, Eds. You’re not gonna be comfortable sleeping in jeans.”

“Mm,” he groans in the darkness, as though in protest, already half-asleep.

“You’re already gonna feel like shit in the morning, especially if you’re sleeping like that,” you advise with a soft laugh. “Come on, Eds. At least take off your shoes.”

“…Don’t know how,” he murmurs.

You roll your eyes at him, even though he can’t see you, even though you do it all for him anyway. It was second nature to you, taking care of Eddie, and you do it with an ease that makes his drunken little heart swell.

You start with his shoes, not having to untie them because they’re so loose on his feet. His jeans come next, a far bigger struggle because you do it with little help from the boy in the bed. His belt is strangely tricky and he claims his body feels too heavy to lift his hips for you.

But what he lacks in assistance, he makes up for in cheeky one-liners — “At least, take me out to dinner first, babe” and “If you wanted to see me naked so bad, you coulda just said" to name a few.

Once he’s clad in nothing but his Hellfire t-shirt, R2D2 patterned underwear, and hand-me-down socks that barely fit him, you maneuver him so he’s lying properly in bed.

You toss away all the pillows that are more for decoration than anything else, pull the covers down and over his body, and Eddie doesn’t do a single damn thing but watch.

He couldn’t do anything even if he wanted to because his heart is so far in his throat he can’t breathe.

You’re so unfamiliarly soft with him — sweet in your way than anyone will ever be to him in his lifetime, than anyone will ever be to anyone else.

The love you bathe him in half-sobers him and tosses him into a spiral of self-hatred. Why did it take getting drunk at Steve’s place to realize he’s been so head over heels for you he hasn’t stood up straight in years?

Drunken words sit impatiently on his tongue. He lacks the self-control to keep the hidden.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles tiredly.

Your hands almost immediately still where they bunch the covers up at his chest. Your eyes dart to his face and it takes everything in you not to duck away all over again, when you see the way he’s looking at you.

Eddie looks so soft, basked in a soft moonlight streaming in through parted sheer curtains.

His brown eyes twinkle with stars of their own. He gazes up at you like you put them there.

He doesn’t miss the shock that coats your features. Your eyes widen in surprise of his words at first, before your brows furrow and you shake your head to yourself in denial — like you’re not deserving of them. Like you’re not standing over him in your baggy jeans and five-year-old cotton bra after he spilt his beer all over you, taking care of him because he’s too drunk to take care of himself, doting on him like it’s second nature to you.

As far as Eddie’s concerned, there’s never been a sight more beautiful than this one.

“Stop,” you manage a laugh, still swallowing down that glimmer of hope that lingers on the back of your tongue. “You’re drunk, Eds.”

“Yeah. Super drunk,” he nods unabashedly. A distant smile hints at the corner of his lips as he gazes up at you like he’s trying to commit your features to memory — the angle of your nose, the shape of your jaw, the softness of your lips, and the way you’re looking down at him like you’re wondering if he’s real or not. “And in the morning, when I’m sober, you’ll still be beautiful… I’m just gonna be too chicken shit to tell you.”

You never thought Eddie would say something like this — not something so profound it makes your heart stop and especially not to you. You always dreamed that he might. And you had nightmares that it wouldn’t. That he would utter them to someone who wasn’t you.

But here he is now, loving on you and calling you pretty and hating himself for not being able to tell you that, and you don’t know what to do.

“…Okay,” is all you can say in response, nodding your head like an idiot. You force yourself to move on quickly, focusing instead on tucking him further into the unfamiliar bed.

It’s easier than concentrating on your racing heart that ticks like a time bomb seconds away from going off.

“Thanks for taking care of me, babe,” he murmurs quietly, blinking slow and heavy up at you. “I’m sorry… I know I don’t deserve it—”

“I’ll take care of you forever, Eds. You know that,” you interject without thinking. “And you don’t ever have to apologize to me.”

Eddie lets your words settle over him like the cozy blanket you cover him with. They bathe him like warm water, prickle his skin like they’re cleansing him.

The intent behind them means more than he could ever comprehend, half-drunk or sober still.

He rises abruptly, disrupting the cocoon you’d just tucked him into, as he works with disoriented hands to peel off his shirt. “What are you doing, Eds?” he hears you laugh when his head and arms get caught in the fabric.

You help him out of it anyway, tugging the cotton over him and gaping at him when he hands the bunched up t-shirt over to you.

“Here,” he offers like you’re supposed to know what to do with it.

“…What?”

“Want you to wear it… And to go downstairs so Steve will see you in it.”

You roll your eyes though a smile plasters itself on your mouth. You slip the thing over your head and pretend it's just to appease him. It isn’t the first time you’ve worn something of his, but this time feels so much different.

“Better?” you tease.

Eddie nods with a childlike happiness.

You’ve always been his, in your own special way, but wearing his shirt? It’s like you’re waving a big, brightly-colored flag — a lit up I’m with stupid sign with a flashing arrow pointed right at him. It makes him grin like an idiot.

“Now, go to sleep, alright? We’ll talk in the morning. When you’re so hungover you wanna die,” you joke, still perched at his bedside.

Before you rise, you lean over and press a quick peck to the tip of his warm nose.

You want to do more than that, so much more than that, but you know that he’s still half-drunk — and that he might not mean a single word of this come sunrise.

You’ll revel in this softness now, either way it goes.

“And, for what it’s worth, I think you’re beautiful too.”

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rushtoprove · 1 year

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to deceive a prince

pairing: aemond targaryen x f!reader rating: general audiences word count: 6k+ summary: when aemond targaryen shows interest in courting your little sister, she employs your help to capture his attention through sharing letters and notes, all the while acting as if you are her. it was never meant to become so complicated. warnings: medieval catfishing? rom-com vibes. a little bit of fluff because my masterlist was getting to angsty so i needed something to lighten it up. catfishing bad in real life obviously. This has been flagged as mature by the tumblr gods but i promise it’s not.

“Please!” You wanted to curse your sister. Could she not see you were enjoying the peace of the gardens? That you were content simply reading beneath the oak tree that kept you hidden from the surrounding courtiers? Why did she need to pester you with such idiotic conversation?

“Repeat it again?” You were in disbelief at what your younger sister had just requested of you, but her excitement rendered her oblivious to the discomfort.

“Prince Aemond requested me as a dance partner at the ball last night and now I am in love! But I woke up to this letter beneath my door and I do not know how to reply! Or what some of the words mean. He was so sullen with me last night that I thought he must have hated me so. But he likes me!” She spun around in childish glee, ignoring your widened eyes and cruel laughter.

“So, you want me to write back to him? As you? This morning did you not call him a tedious bore? You said you regretted wasting a dance on him, if I recall correctly?”

“Yes, yes, I know! I was too devastated that he did not like me, so I had no choice but to mask my despair. I know you understand what I’m asking for, I do not know why this is the fourth time you want me to repeat it you obviously know what I’m talking about!”

“Tell me one more time for good luck.” You could help but play with Mariyanna now, enjoying her desperation. You both had only just been sent to attend court three days ago, but it was no surprise to you that she would catch a suitor’s eye so quick. Even if it was the sullen prince with an ill temperament that many had warned you to take care around.

“Stop! Please sister, please!?”

“Many say he is a cruel man little Anna. Heartless even. Hell bent on revenge from years ago. And that he does not smile or laugh. I’m surprised he danced.” You sighed as you lowered your book and finally gave your attention to her. She was three years your junior, but you often treated her as a baby. She let her knees sink to the cold earth so that you both sat facing each other and Mariyanna clasped your hands together tightly.

“His mother requested he dance so he could begin trying to find a suitable wife. Apparently, he won’t accept anything his family suggest so he is being given the freedom to choose. As long as she is suitable enough to join their family.”

“He told you all this?”

“No, his brother Aegon told me after he saw us dance for the second time.”

“The drunk?”

“Hush sister. But yes... that one. You would know all this if you attended!” She tried to glare at you in disappointment, but her smile was uncontainable. She was truly getting swept up in a fantasy that was created less than a day ago. You rolled your eyes at her comment before lifting your book back up.

“You are a fool little sister.”

“Imagine it though! Me! Marrying a prince and becoming a princess! I think I would fit well into that duty.” Her eyes glazed over as she imagined her possible future, but once she returned to reality, and quickly returned to begging. You groaned as your book was covered by the letter Prince Aemond had slid beneath her door, turning your nose up at the courting language. It was infected with imagery of nature and copious amounts of sentences comparing sweet Mariyanna to different flowers. You moaned in discomfort.

“PLEASE!?” She cried. You did not want to. You loathed the idea. But you were always ready to do whatever your sister required, so with a sigh you wrote a letter in return. She complained it was not filled with enough declarations and promises of love and duty, but you simply waved her away.

“You do not want to seem desperate for him. He will think you are only after his title.” And like always, your sister followed whatever you said. After that she sat wide-eyed as you quickly wrote down little sentences that quietly asked to be answered. You made small jokes about their previous night as you listened to your sister retell every moment in detail. The moment it was finished she bounced up quickly and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

“I love you!” You had no time to reply before she spun on heel and raced up the grass hill, desperate to find a maid to deliver the letter.

“That’s the only time Mariyanna!” You called out after her, but she was already gone.

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It was only a day later that your little sister had come running back with a letter grasped tightly in her grip. This time she was interrupting your alone time in the library.

“He replied!” She squealed before shoving you along the stone bench to sit beside you. You thanked the gods no one ever seemed to come to this part of the castle, as they much preferred the newly renovated library across the other side of the red keep. She gave no time for you to reply before it was shoved into your face.

Mariyanna,

I must apologize as there has been a mistake. I did not send any letter to you after our dances. I believe my mother has taken it upon myself to incite conversation between us. However, I quite enjoyed your reply, and I would like to talk more this evening. Please do me the pleasure of accompany me on a walk along the grounds.

Prince Aemond

“My letter has captured him! Can you believe it!? A prince!” You almost laughed at her. Almost.

“Why are you here and not racing down to find him?”

“I do not know what to talk about I need some tips. I know he studies philosophy and he read many books according to Lady Ariyanna. I need you to give me some talking points!” She begged.

“You want talking points on books you’ve never read? Little Anna I am sure you must simply be yourself and he will fall in love with you. Do not mould yourself into something you are not. He would be a fool not to be enticed instantly for your charm and beauty.” You brushed a strand of hair from her face and smiled at the delight that had consumed her entire being.

“I know! And I won’t! I just need some extra wit. I need your brains. You are the most intelligent person I know. Just this once. Afterwards I shall use my own letters and interests.” You sat staring at one another for a second before you simply sighed.

“Fine.”

You had one hour to drill small jests and facts about your favourite books. You discussed quickly about Ten Thousand Ships and the journey Nymeria faced in her battle to be Queen. You kept it short and simply, but hoped it was enough for her to act out her silly little infatuation with the young prince. For your sister’s sake. She could not sit still from the nerves of what was to come, and you swore there was no way she would recall everything. It felt she was hardly listening, but your sister was treating the whole thing quite seriously.

When she left you, you moved to gaze out from the window and looked down to the gardens below. You had the perfect view of your nervous sister. She was cautious as she moved towards the looming figure of the prince, his arms crossed behind his back and his posture standing tall. He was looking upon the oak tree you had sat yesterday but turned as he realised your sister had crept forth. They bowed, and you imagined they greeted each other, before beginning the boring small talk that comes with meeting someone new. But when you saw your sister begin laughing, and his arm move to offer itself to her, you knew your tips had paid off.

Moving away with a sigh, you returned to your book.

That was all you would do for their courtship now.

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You don’t know how your sister did it, but letter upon letter you had exchanged with Prince Aemond over the last few months. It quickly became easier than breathing. His interests were the same as yours, and his humour yours too. The books he suggested kept you enticed to the very last page, and he wrote that your recommendations happened to do the very same. You found him charming, however not overbearing, and you quickly realised you had dug yourself the deepest grave. You had never loved anyone.

Until now.

“Mention how I enjoyed his thoughts on Lies of the Ancients! Oh, and that I have come to agree the Starks made up all their stories to look really powerful!” You looked at your sister, disturbed by her ridiculous take.

“I will not write that.” You muttered. You don’t remember how she coerced you in to writing this letter, yet here you were, scribbling stupid quips and more enticing conversation starter.

“It was what Aemond told me. It will show I was listening!”

“Mary, he is playing with you. No one regards Archmaester Fomas’s writing as anything more than an old man raving his madness to the masses. If he brought it up, I believe... well, I believe he was making a joke.” You grimaced at your sister, trying hard not to imagine her nodding along to Aemond Targaryen’s dry humour.

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

“Okay, well write that I thought it was a funny jest.” She leaned her weight on to your back to get a full view of the stupid letter. You groaned beneath her with a huff but decided that you would mention that you knew he was jesting with his thoughts. You did not want your sister to come off as a halfwit. Or perhaps it was that you did not want him to think you a halfwit.

“There. Mariyanna, I truly mean it when I say this is the last time, I shall do this. It does not feel right to mislead Prince Aemond.” You pushed the letter away in defeat for her to sign, which she happily scribbled on. You heart ached from the entire ordeal. At night you found yourself craving the idea of Aemond finding out the truth, but you also resented the idea of your sister being left broken. She brought the letter to her lips and placed a small kiss to the corner of it, leaving her lip paint to stain the very edge.

“I know. I just don’t want to lose his attention. He is so tall and strong and princely. If it is not me who mothers his children, I do not know how I shall survive.” Her giggling was infectious, and you thought you hoped her happiness would never fade. So much so, you knew you were willing to give up your own for your sweet little sister.

“Just... be careful little Anna. I worry you have fallen too deep into something that could implode in any moment.” You hoped she would heed your warning, but the youthfulness glee did not fade from her eyes, leaving you in doubt that she had even heard. Her snickering suddenly came to a stop when the sound of the libraries grand door clicked open. You cursed inwardly, how many people were to invade the only peaceful part of the whole keep? She eyed you uncertainly and you quickly shrugged back in panicked confusion. She shrugged back at you even harder making you roll your eyes and point for her to see who had entered.

“Why me?” She mouthed. You rolled your eyes and shoved her off her chair, leaving her no choice to silently toe towards the edge of the bookcase. Leaned forward in anticipation, you almost cried out in fright as she swung around in panic.

“What!?” You hissed, bouncing to your feet in fear of whatever danger had entered. She quickly began shooing you away with her hands and began tidying the desk you had left sprawled with your readings.

“Go!” She mouthed silently at you again. You angrily threw your hands up in frustration at her choice not to answer, but the sound of man clearing his throat halted your every movement.

“My ears may deceive me, but I thought I heard your laughter, Lady Mariyanna.” Your jaw opened and closed in shock before you desperately began waving to your sister.

“Not here!” You quietly begged her. You did not want to see. You did not need the image of him staring upon your sister and whispering in her ear. You wanted to preserve what you had with him in your stupid letters.

“What do I do!? Why do I say I was in here for?” She grasped your shoulder and pulled you into her, shaking you for an answer. Stumbling in disbelief, you shook your head. You were both rattled by this turn of events, but you still could think unlike your sister.

“Fucking reading you idiot!” You hissed, making her almost slap her forehead.

“Right? Fuck what book?” She haphazardly began spinning on her spot, and you both desperately tried to find a book.

“Let me come and find you, my prince!” She cried out in fake delight before staring at you franticly. You both shrugged violently at each other and began glaring in alarm.

“You must leave. I will not be able to hide here long.” The sound of footsteps grew closer, leaving your sister no choice but to shove you away.

“No need. Who I am to draw you away from your readings?” The voice called out. You stilled for a second over the calmness of his voice.

“I’ll just read what you were reading.” She was alarmed by how close he was and quickly gave up the effort of finding a book.

“No!” You cried out quietly as you stumbled behind the bookcase. She ignored your cry and left you to crouch down out of sight, biting your knuckle in shame for what was about to happen. You were secluded enough behind the shelves that you were hidden from the great Aemond Targaryen, but you found you had a perfect view of the meeting. You watched in trepidation as he slowly stepped to the table that your sister had managed to gracefully sit at, after she had calmed herself from the madness that had taken over you both.

“My lady.” He bowed before her, leaving her nothing more than a blushing mess. If you had not have been in the clutches of utter panic at your precarious position, you would have rolled your eyes at her folly.

“Prince Aemond. I did not expect you!” She was flustered by his towering figure leaning over her, and quickly moved to stand, but he gently lay a hand on her shoulder to keep her sitting comfortably before him. Breathing in deeply, he let his eye rake over the shelves making you quickly duck away from his gaze. It was a surprise your beating heart did not give you away for you swore every person in the kingdom could hear it.

“No need for such formalities. It is I who has intruded upon your time; therefore, it is I who should be paying you the respect you deserve.” His tone did not match the sentiment as you had never heard such an unwavering, and proper speech come from any man in the court. No one could deny the authority that seeped from his very being, nor the power he held in his mere stance. Something quivered inside you at the sight of him, but it was in the most delicious way possible.

“I do not consider it an intrusion my prince. I am always grateful for your company.” Mariyanna squeaked out, her face the deepest shade of pink you had ever seen. You wondered how she had managed to converse with him this far?

“Please, you know I wish for you to call me Aemond.” The corner of his lip seemed to move upwards, and you wondered if that was his idea of a smile. Gazing upon his face, you found yourself struck by just how handsome the prince was. You had heard him to be described as frightening and dangerous, but no one had mentioned how sharp his jaw was. Your sister had informed you that his face simple, but pretty enough, and you felt the need to wring out her neck right then and there. How could she be so blind?

“Yes, my prince.” Anna sighed out dreamily and this time not even the panic of the situation could stop you from rolling your eyes.

“Are you enjoying your book?” Aemond enquired, reaching down and bringing the cover to his face. Your sister was too busy in her own realm of glee to notice the way his remaining eye widened in shock. You inwardly groaned.

“Oh yes! I am learning so much! I really think it one of the greatest books ever written.” Your sister tried to feign interest, placing her chin upon her hand and smiling up at Aemond. You had groaned even louder in your head. It was a shock when Aemond let out a breathless chuckle.

“Well... you continue to surprise me. Perhaps you shall have to tell me what you learn by the end." You could not blame Aemond for thinking your sister was being flirtatious because the book you had been reading was A Caution for Young Girls, a book banned from most libraries in the seven kingdoms for its erotica and sinfulness. It was infamous, so when it was passed back to your sister to look upon, even she knew what the novel was about.

“Oh god no! Not me!” She cried out in shock before throwing it across the library franticly. She quickly began spewing out apologies for presenting such an ungodly object before Aemond, while he simply looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“You do not need to worry. I shall not disclose it to anyone.” He tried to jest but it simply made her more frantic.

“I’m sorry you see? It was my sister! She must always make sure she partakes in the most unproper things to displease my father. see? It was my sister! She must always make sure she partakes in the most unproper things to displease my father.” You did not miss the way she hissed, knowing fully well that she intended you to hear her anger. You flinched into yourself, mortified that the prince would now think you a sexual deviant before you were to even become acquainted. You had only wanted to know what all the fuss was about.

“You have never mentioned a sister?” Perhaps Aemond was trying to defuse your sister’s panic, but the statement tugged at your heart hard. How had your sister not thought to mention you after all these meetings over these past few months.

“Yes... well... she doesn’t leave her room much, you see? She, well everyone thinks she is quite simple.” The tug was so harsh you felt your entire heart shatter inside your ribcage. As if she heard, Mariyanna looked apologetically towards where you were hidden. Aemond was gazing solemnly out the window so you simply took the opportunity to make sure she could see the way your lifter your middle finger in her direction.

“Cunt.” You mumbled, before quickly ducking once more as Aemond turned.

“I understand. My brother is the simplest person in the entire seven kingdoms. It seems we have much in common.” This time he finally did smile down at your sister, who in return, linked her arms tightly in his.

“Well at least we have each other to keep company.” She gazed up at Aemond from beneath her eyelashes, and you didn’t miss the way his eye softened.

“I came here for a reason, actually.” He muttered; his gaze unbroken from hers. He frowned as she quickly moved her gaze to anywhere but his scarred skin that was hidden beneath his eye patch but continued anyways. “I wished to invite you to dinner with my siblings tonight. I would like to introduce you to my sister Heleana and younger brother Daeron. Unfortunately, Aegon will also be attending but perhaps you can invite your brainless sister to entertain him.” His description left you heart squeezed, drained of every drop of happiness and leaving it to bleed through his tight grasp.

“She will be there. I’ll make sure of it. Now come, let us wonder the gardens! It is a beautiful day outside! Much too beautiful to be cooped up in here. It’s so dusty.” Your sister danced away merrily, happy to have succeeded in diverting away from a disastrous interaction. You swore you heard Aemond follow, so with a huff you stood straight and began stretching out your cramped limbs. When you gazed at the door, however, you saw him lingering, playing with the note you had written for him only moments ago. You watched the soft chuckle as he read it, and the way his demeanour seemed to lighten.

“Continuing to surprise me.” He huffed, before slowly bringing the edge of it to his lips. The act was intimate, much to intimate for you to be gazing on. Stumbling back, you tried to remove yourself, but your skirt knocked down a book from a top its stack, and Aemond swung around in haste. You saw him begin stalking forward to find the source of the noise, making you cover your mouth and bite down hard on your palm.

“Who goes there?” He whispered, prying his head around the bookcase. If Mariyanna was to renter, she would see Aemond standing above you, the only thing keeping you hidden was the books and cloths hanging over the shelf. You heard him inhale deeply, and for a moment you felt like prey being hunted by an animal. But she never came, and instead she called.

“My Prince!” Her laughter floated about the room, making Aemond instantly straighten with a huff.

“Hmmm.” He whispered, before turning and stalking off in her direction. You did not realised your skirt had been in plain view.

Shamefully, you agreed to attend the meal with no argument. You would like to sit before Aemond once, even if it was to watch his courtship of your sister. Absolutely shameful.

“I am happy you joined us, Mariyanna! My brother has talked a lot about you. A lot. Like all the time! Yesterday, I was showing him some art and he said it reminded him of this poem you had suggested he read. Even though he doesn’t like poetry. And, when you said you read that stupid book about ancient people lying, he was so amazed he didn’t shut up about it for a whole week! AND...”

“Daeron, please, for the love of the gods shut up.” Helaena quipped up, placing a protective hand on Aemond’s sleeve. Daeron giggled mischievously, his childish humour leaving only him amused. The glare Aemond sent his way left him clutching hard at the table trying not to let himself howl out in delight. You were seated beside him, with Aegon boredly picking his teeth in the reflection of his soup spoon on you other side. Helaena was perched across from him but was seated beside her obviously favourite brother Aemond. Mariyanna was seated on his other side. This meant Aemond and yourself were seated directly across from one another, and due to Helaena forcing the dinner to be an intimate event, your legs were almost touching his under the small table. The heat that radiated off him, and the accidently touches of his long legs had you pressing your thighs together as tightly as possible.

You do not know what possessed you to read that stupid book.

“Thank you for being kind enough to invite me.” Your sister ducked her head in appreciation, and you quietly sighed as no one paid any mind to you. It was a shock, however, when you raised your gaze and saw Aemond staring upon you, as if analysing your very soul. Without a second thought, you stared at him in the exact same way.

“Yes, my brother says you love all those stupid books. I’ve been trying to convince my mother to renovate that ancient library in the south corner of the keep and turn it into a theatre for us to watch plays. The commonfolk have some fucking hilarious skits.” Aegon laughed ignorantly, and you watched your sister laugh too.

“Oh no!” Your words came before your thoughts, and everyone quickly turned to you. You quickly looked at your sister for some support only to see her looking at you in frustration. “My sister loves that library.” You coughed out, and Mariyanna quickly nodded in agreement.

“It’s filthy. The new one is much nicer.” Aegon pointed out. Mariyanna kept nodding, getting confused with who she should comply with, but you shook your head.

“It’s too busy. And it censors the books too much.” You muttered falling into your seat to try and hide yourself from the attention. Aemond chuckled at your words, before beginning to tap his fingers a top the table.

“Yes. I hear you enjoy the restricted section of the library.” He smirked at you, thinking he knew a secret that you didn’t. Led to believe that he was alone in the library with your sister. But you were there, and you understood his words perfectly, leaving you reddened in shame.

“Oh really? How obscene do you enjoy your novels?” Aegon was suddenly interested as he snaked his arm around your chair and leaned in with a grin.

“Ugh.” You grunted out in disgust without thinking, leaving Mariyanna gasping in shock.

“Forgive my sister she...” She was drowned out by the laughter the three siblings shared at the treatment of their brother.

“Move away from her Aegon.” Aemond sighed. Aegon sighed in mock defeat, before turning his attention to swirling his wine. Looking away, you tried to turn your attention to your sister, but was caught by Aemond’s gaze once more.

“You do not come to any of my mother’s dances, am I right?” Shifting nervously, you quickly shook your head.

“I find my sister is much better at those types of things. I like to live through her little stories.” He hummed at your reply, before drawing his goblet to his lips.

“And what do you do in your spare time? Write?” Your sister and you stared panicked at one another, before you quickly shook your head. Helaena stared confused at the three of your, but Aemond simply looked at you. Nowhere else. His eye was on you.

“Not me.” The squeak of your voice mimicked that of your sister’s fluster under his gaze. Mariyanna was biting down hard on her lip, willing herself not to cry. She thought it obvious you had been caught.

“I just noticed the ink stains on your fingers. It was a simple assumption.” You quickly hid your fingers in the sleeve of your gown and tried to think up an excuse. But everything thought seemed to evade you.

“Not me.” You repeated quietly. The room fell silent for a moment, everyone staring between yourself and Aemond, but then you found yourself saved by the servants. The doors swung open as they swarmed in, carrying different trays of food and began arranging your feast on the small table. You quickly looked at your sister who widened her eyes in question. You simply widened your eyes back. You also did not understand what was happening.

“I have been so hungry this whole time.” Daeron moaned as he began piling his plate with potato's. Everyone moved to reach for a dish, so you quickly reached for the spoon that was within the soup dish. It also happened to be the dish Aemond reached for leaving you both grasping onto the tips of each other's fingers instead of the spoon. You quickly pulled back and cradled your hand with widened eyes. The touch had sent a sensation down your entire being, even all the way to your toes, leaving you with no choice but to curl them up inside your slippers.

“Apologies.” You choked out, looking down shamefully. You cursed yourself in embarrassment, declaring to yourself that he really will think you simple and brainless at the end of this dinner. He simply hummed at your regret, before lifting your bowl towards him. Without a word, he poured you a serving before returning it to you. No words were spoken as you nodded in appreciation.

+++

The dinner had gone smoothly after that. Perhaps smoothly wasn’t the right word. You had to cradle Mariyanna in your arms as she had spent the whole time after sobbing. Aemond had not paid her much attention to her, and she thought it obvious he had figured out that it was you who had captured him all those months ago.

“Shhh you do not know that to be true.”

“I do! I saw the way he was looking at you.” You had patted down her hair in comfort as she shook in your arms. You could not celebrate at the idea that Aemond might have figured it out because you heart ached for your sister.

“Even if he has figured out that it was I that was writing the letters, it does not mean he did not fall for you after all those hours he spent courting you.” You tried to reassure her, but her broken cries only got louder.

“I could tell he did not like our talks. I am not dumb. I knew when I laughed at the wrong times and disagreed and agreed on his thoughts mistakenly. I knew he only liked me because of your letters. I just thought with more time he might grow fond of me.” You shushed her crushed sobs and pressed a kiss atop her head.

“If he did not grow fond of your little Anna, then he is a fool.” You whispered. She lay in your arms a little longer, before letting out a long exhale. She quickly sniffed, before sitting herself up and wiping her eyes.

“It is okay.” She whispered, pinching her cheeks and quickly blinking away her tears. You were shocked by her sudden change of demeanour, but she ignored you and moved to her window. With a frown you slowly stood, scared any sudden movement would break her once more.

“Mary...”

“Veron Greyjoy has asked me to wed him. I think I shall accept it.” She gazed out, as if she had not mentioned something so immense.

“What?” You rushed to her side, but she simply sighed at you like you were an idiot. Clasping your hands with hers, she finally looked at you.

“My courtship with Aemond was flawed. I had to make sure I had other options. Of course, marrying a prince of Westeros was the ideal option but I was not dumb enough to think there was a certain likeliness of me wedding him. Unlike you, I do not mind if I marry for security. So, I entertained some men on the side. I have had a few other proposals of course, but I enjoy Veron’s company the most.” You could not speak from the shock of her news, but Mary simply kissed your fingers.

“What of Aemond?”

“He was kind, of course. And I would have been happy to wed him because I believe he shall make a wonderful husband. But I do not love him.” Disbelief. It is all that you felt. But you should not have been surprised. Your baby sister was born to thrive amongst the court, and you were a fool for thinking her dim-witted. Perhaps she was a greater schemer than Otto Hightower?

“You’re fucking insane.” You let out a breathless laugh, as you stumbled to leave her room.

“At first I was committed to him.” She called. You turned back to look at her smirking face. “But I started looking elsewhere when I saw you sign one of those letters with your own name.” Staring at her with a gaping mouth, you could not believe what was happening.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” You muttered defensively. It only made her chuckle.

“You have my permission.”

“For what!?”

“You may let him court you. I know you love him. And who am I to get in the way of that? I do not remember a time you showed interest in any man.” She smiled lovingly at your blushing form while you stood spluttering out sentences of denial.

“He is a prince.” You finally whispered in defeat. You could never hide anything from her.

“And you shall be a fine princess.”

+++

You could not sleep after your talk with your sister. You had spent your night twisting and turning under the moonlight that streamed in from your window. So, with a huff, you found yourself marching to the library in a robe. Carrying a candle and allowing your hair to flow freely as your bare feet slapped upon the stone hallways, you were sure to have looked like a madwoman, but you were to frazzled to care. It was only when you made it into your hideaway within the library, that you finally allowed yourself to relax. You began lighting the candles upon the walls so that you had enough light to read and allowed yourself to reach for the book Ten Thousand Ships. During your exchanges with Aemond, you had spent many letters discussing Nymeria and her reign over Dorne. It was your favourite piece of literature, and it was his too.

You couldn’t read. You tried. Gods you tired. But the longer you stared at a page, the more distorted the words became. Instead, your mind was only on Aemond.

“You deceived me.” The sudden voice that came from between the shelves made you scream in shock. The book dropped as you quickly pushed yourself back in fear. But it only took a moment to be reminded whose voice that was. You watched as Aemond stepped forth from the shadows, still in his leather pants from dinner, but now just a sheer white undershirt covering his torso. The candlelight illuminated his face as he moved forward, and you breath hitched at the sight. He no longer had his eyepatch strapped up, but instead he left his missing eye bare for you to see. You expected a sunken hole where his missing eye once was, but the light caught on the sapphire, and you watched it glisten. You were awed, and when he noticed you did not look away from his scarring, he could not help but look upon you fondly. Swallowing your anxiousness, you simply bowed your head.

“I am sorry Aemond. Truly.” You cursed yourself for being so informal and allowing yourself to call him by his name, and when you watched him clench then unclench his fists, you thought you had already ruined everything.

“I could have you arrested for such fraudulence.” He muttered beneath his breath, making your neck bow even further. You felt tears spring to the corners of your eyes while you tried to gain composer.

“It is true. And perhaps I deserve it. I did not intend for it to go this far.” Your breath was shaky as you exhaled your words and allowed yourself to slowly lift your gaze. You expected to see Aemond glaring, full of hatred at the revelation that he had been played a fool, but he was simply looking down at you with an amused smile.

“I jest. I shall not have you arrested.” He apologised with a smirk, and this time your heart began to race for different reasons. No longer were you in fear of imprisonment, for now all you care for was the way Aemond Targaryen was standing above you in hardly any clothes, while you were sitting on the ground like a peasant with no shoes and untidy hair. You could not look away from the way his hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, and it was at that moment that you realise how unkept it was. It looked as if he had run his fingers through it a million times and in different directions.

“I could find no sleep.” You whispered. He exhaled a breath and let out a soft hum.

“Neither could I. My mind is... preoccupied.” You nodded in understanding and felt your heart soar from your chest. You were no fool. You know what was happening.

“Will you sit with me?” You suggested as you began clearing away the books you had scattered across the floor. Aemond did not need to think as he gracefully dropped to his knees and allowed himself to fall to your side. Trying to make yourselves comfortable, he let his hand stretch you behind you, and you were quick to fall into his side.

“Are you still reading A Caution for Young Girls?” You felt yourself choke at his jest, before allowing yourself to laugh.

“No. I finished it.” You smirked while pulling your book back into your lap. “Hmmm. A shame.” He whispered, leaving a tingling sensation running down your spine.

“I found it... enlightening.” You smirked as you ran your thumb across your lower lip. You felt him push his nose in your hair and you both couldn’t help but smile. You let out something between a moan and a laugh, before holding up Ten Thousand Ships.

“I believe you are familiar?” You teased. He let his teeth draw in his bottom lip quickly before chuckling at your question.

“I know something of it.” You went to turn the next page but stopped as you felt him move your wild hair to the side.

“Let us start again.” He whispered. Reaching down to your hand, he pulled up your fingers and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“I am Aemond Targaryen, my lady. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?”

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Warnings: angst to fluff (happy end I promise :)

"You're being impossible right now!!" Pablo was screaming as we stood across from each other in our shared apartment just screaming at each other for the past fifteen minutes.

"Me!? I'm being fucking impossible right now!? Who was late to date night!? Again!" you said really annoyed that you had to wait for him for a whole hour all dolled up and ready to go and not the first time too.

"I was training! I told you already! And you're acting like I was fucking some other girl! You're so freaking complicated!" he said and I was fuming mad that he was gaslighting me when he was clearly the one who messed up. But God forbids Pablo Gavi apologizes!

"Well then go and find an easy girl!" you screamed clearly not meaning it but he was done wit this argument grabbing his jacket from the couch when you said that.

"Maybe I will do just that!" he said leaving the apartment and you shocked as you started taking off the dress and heels you wore for tonight tossing them into the closet angrily. What an asshole!

Pablo called Pedri the moment he got into his car asking him to meet at the bar which the boy agreed knowing it must have been something serious if Pablo wanted to spend date night with him instead.

"I fucking love her man! And I know I was late...and not first time too..but..but I do love her..and I know I'm a horrible boyfriend..alright..I get it!" I was talking more to myself after the fourth whiskey and Pedri told the bartender not to give me any more tonight.

"It was just an argument, hermano..it's normal for a relationship..and you will have many more together..but you love each other, so let me take you home to your girl huh?" Pedri helped him stand up and walk to the car but when he opened the passenger seat door Pablo stopped turning to tell him something.

"She's going to leave my pathetic ass hermano.." Pablo said with tears collecting in his eyes..he knew he fucked up with that last sentence obviously not meaning it at all. He didn't want an easy girl..hell he didn't want any girl that wasn't you!

"No, she won't..come on, get in!" Pedri spoke trying to get him inside but Pablo still wouldn't budge.

"I said I was gonna find an easy girl.."Pablo said looking guilty at his friend who only chuckled.

"She knows you just as well as I and we both know how obsessed you are with your girlfriend..I am sure she didn't take it serious..now come on! Let's go home!" Pedri said finally getting Pablo into the car and driving him home.

When they knocked on the door, you were already half asleep on the sofa determined not to go to bed until Pablo makes it back home. Part of you wanted to yell in his face and other part just wanted to hug him and know he was safe. No matter what, you still loved him..you always will.

"I'm leaving him with you..my job here is done" Pedri said as you helped Pablo into the apartment. He was clearly wasted and smelled strongly of whiskey.

"Thanks for driving him" you said before Pedri left and you locked the door walking towards the bathroom.

"Let's take a shower..you stink!" you said taking off his hoodie while he just leaned onto the sink watching you take care of him. He was in awe and had nothing left to say..he was too drunk to apologize now and what if it was too late?

"Only if you take it with me.." he spoke and you looked up at him knowing it would take too long to change his mind so you took your clothes off getting into the shower with him.

"Here is the body wash" you say pouring some into his hands and your own as you rubbed it into his skin trying your best to remain mad and cold. He needed to know what he said hurt your feelings.

"Is that your body wash?" he said and you nodded being to lazy to grab his from the other side.

"Now I smell like you!" he giggled and fought an urge to laugh as well but instead you helped him wash off the body was ready to step out but he pulled you back.

"I'm a big cabrón....biggest cabrón in the world!" he spoke raising your chin up about to kiss you but you moved away making him kiss your cheek instead.

"P..please...just one more time..please" he half moaned turning your head around and when his lips captured your you couldn't help your hands going to his hair and deepening the kiss while his roamed your body. You pulled away suddenly.

"I'm sorry.." he said and you sighed feeling your head hurt as you stepped out and helped him dry out before wearing some boxers to bed.

"It's late..we should sleep Pablo" you said helping him lay down before going to your side and slipping under the covers as well. Uncomfortable silence filled the room.

"I'm sorry amor..." Pablo broke the silence not able to fall asleep without holding you like always terrified that he will never get to hold you like that again.

"We should talk in the morning..when I'm not so tired..and you're not so drunk" you answered and he nodded knowing you were right. You turned your back to him trying to sleep but neither of you could sleep like this. It felt wrong..foreign..awful to be so close and not be able to touch.

"Please..can I hold you..I won't do anything else..I promise..I just need to hold you to fall asleep" Pablo moved closer whispering to you and you nodded your head feeling his strong arm wrap around your middle and pull you back against him. And you fell asleep like that.

The next morning, you were in the kitchen making some breakfast when you heard him groaning as he walked form the bedroom. Yeah, whiskey hangovers are the wrost!

He came closer hugging you from behind and you sighed turning off the stove before turning around in his hold to look into his eyes.

"I left you a pill at the nightstand, you take it??" you asked moving his hair from his forehead and he nodded looking down at your lips longingly. You could tell he wanted to kiss you badly without him having to say it out loud.

"How did finding an easier girl go??" you said hearing him sigh and look down while his figners drew invisible shaped on your hips.

"You know I didn't mean that amor..I was stupid and angry..and I went to the bar with Pedri basically crying over you for hours..I know it's pathetic..but if you leave me..I..." he started to mumble nonsense when you went on your tip toes and kissed him lips to shut him up and that took him by surprise.

"You won't get rid of me that easily Gavira.." you whisper into his lips and he hugs you tightly resting his face into your neck and leaving a few wet kisses on your skin.

"Thank God! I'm sorry..so sorry amor..for being late for date night..and for everything I said afterwards" he said while holding you and you ran your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"It's alright cariño..I was a little harsh too..you were training and I was very needy" you said realizing your own part in the argument but Pablo shook his head kissing the top of your head lovingly.

"You're not needy..you just missed me and I missed you...believe me I did..and I promise for the next date night to surprise you with something you'll love very much" Pablo spoke and you smiled nodding your head and laying your head on his chest.

"Mm I hope it's something I will REALLY love.." you smirked while your hand went to his abs and he took the hint smirking to himself.

"I can give you that right now preciosa.."he whispered into your ear as his hands went to your ass and he squeezed making you giggle and kiss him back passionately. He raised you in his arms carrying you back to the bedroom when you realized.

"What about breakfast cariño??" you said when he laid you on bed and tarted pulling down your pajama shorts.

"My breakfast is served princesa.." he smirked and you blushed bright red closing your eyes in pleasure as he started kissing up your thighs..;)

I hope you like the story :)

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dadonbabysworld · 2 years

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Skz reactions: when you are drunk

Author's Note: Double uploads whaat? Lmao proud of myself for this one. Thanks to @lino-jagiyaa for the inspiration. Italics are thoughts always. Warnings: mentions of drinking, sex, other kpop groups, and Amazon. Word Count: 3,510

Chan

Chan had suggested you go to the club together because he had heard the music there was lively. He couldn’t resist a good music spot; it was the producer in him.

He didn’t expect you to be such a lightweight though. You drank maybe 5 shots, and you were tipsy and bordering drunk. He didn't watch the number of drinks you took until you were a little too gone.

“You okay?”, he asks. You were dancing with your hands up. You didn’t really hear him until he looked at you in your eyes. What did he even say?

Chan was surveying you as you smiled “What happened?” He realized after hearing you talk that you were drunk. He laughed before holding your waist.

“Feeling good princess?”

You blushed and nodded. “I feel great. Are you feeling okay?” He simply nodded, continuing to dance with you. Eventually, it got boring dancing for you. Somewhere between the fourth or fifth song you danced with Chan for. “Imma go get another drink!” You had to yell over the music.

As you tried to slip away from his grasp, he held you tighter. “Aren’t you drunk enough?” You gasped. Drunk? I'm not drunk!

“Who said anything about me being drunk Christopher?” You were obviously drunk. Christopher? I rarely ever call him that. He laughed at that comment before going to the bar with you. He ordered your “drink” and you downed it without even realizing it was water.

You jumped in his arms and smiled “thank you for the drink, Channie.” You snuggled your head into his neck. He had caught you and let you wrap your legs around his waist holding you by your butt.

“It was no problem. You ready to go?”, he asked before telling the bartender he was closing your tab and your name.

You nodded, “Can we get McDonalds on the way home?” You ended up sleeping all the way home. You got your McDonalds the next day.

Minho

Your attempts to make him jealous were working. He was watching you like a hawk. You danced in the middle of the club easily as if nothing else matters. As if you weren’t just arguing with him, he was steaming as he sees you just exist without a care.

You’d think a dancer would want to dance, but he made the request seem like you were wrong to ask that. Fuck Minho and his job. It’s not your fault he danced all the time and was tired. You weren’t gonna come to a club and stand against the wall or be in a booth all night. He could do that with the rest of them.

Hyunjin didn’t seem to want to be in the booth either. You danced with your arms around his neck laughing. You had taken shots with him as well.

Meanwhile, Minho was wondering how long this was going to happen for. Maybe if you came over here; you would be less angry. As if he could read your mind, he appeared behind you.

“Hyunjin, can you give us a moment?” Hyunjin nodded, walking away; you pouted and waved to him.

“So Hyunjin?”, Minho asks you. You roll your eyes at him.

“What about Hyunjin?”

“You’re looking mad comfortable with him… just wondering where we stand?”

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “We’re still together Minho. Don’t act brand new.”

“You should be saying that to yourself. You’re drunk and throwing yourself at him!” His anger was apparent now as he yelled at you. You sipped on your drink as if you were unfazed.

“I’m just getting the attention you won’t give me.” As you finished your drink, you could tell you pushed a button you shouldn’t have.

The speed in which he gripped your neck shocked you. “You want attention from other men now? My friends at that?”

You shook your head, but it was too late. You were already too caught up. He pressed kisses against your chest.

“You’re mine. Don’t forget that pet.” The venom that laced his words when he was angry always did you in. You crossed your legs slightly as you melted under his lips.

“Gonna make you forget about Hyunjin… You’re gonna be my toy tonight, right?” You nodded quickly. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to you.

“I’m yours Minho. Use me.”

You regretted that later on when it was close to your fourth orgasm. “I still haven’t gotten mine yet.” You will never make him jealous again.

Changbin

You were at the club with Changbin and the rest of skz. It was a celebration for all the wins their new song has been getting. It was a getting drunk kind of night.

Jisung and Hyunjin challenged you and another woman to a shot contest. You ended up winning taking the most at a count of 18. They were all patron.

You were for sure drunk, and Jisung looked so entertained with the idea of you being drunk. He told you it was probably a good time to find Changbin.

“Where’s Changbin?” You tried to ask, but it came out so slurred no one even knew what you asked. They just pointed towards where Changbin and Chan were. As you maneuvered through the crowd to them, a woman bumped into you almost knocking you over because you were wobbling to begin with.

“Bitch watch where the fuck you are going!”, you yell. As you get heated with another girl in the club. Changbin appeared out of nowhere. He grabbed you easily, throwing you over his shoulder. He apologizes to the guy and his girlfriend.

You were squirming and cutting up. “Don’t apologize for me, the fuck? Don’t bump me next time. Watch-“ A hand covered your mouth as you were escorted out the club. As he put you down, you went to hit him.

“Watch your hands mamas. Don’t get hurt trying to fight me”, he warned you time and time again to not actually try to fight him. You always had to test him though. He just picked you up again.

“Why do you have to be like that, mamas?” You felt offended. Do you not love me anymore? “That’s just me Changbin. Are you ashamed of me?”

He sighed and shook his head. “This is just drunk you. Sober you is calm and reasonable. She’s funny and cuddly. Super sweet.” You were happy to be described by him so nicely.

“You’re so handsome and strong, Binnie.” He smirked and nodded, “I know.” You ended up getting carried home. On the way home, Changbin continued to compliment and praise you. You went to bed feeling more loved than ever. Even if drunk you is the only one to remember what he said, sober you will be regretting getting drunk for a while.

Hyunjin

This had not been a good month for you considering you just got passed up for a promotion. Also, Hyunjin injured his hand making you the chef, driver, caregiver, etc.

You had wanted to stay in tonight, but you just couldn’t say no to Hyunjin about tonight. It was for him and the boys’ success. He didn’t want you to be cooped up in the house even if that meant going outside when he wasn’t in the best condition.

Still he was drinking and spending time with other women. You decided to drink as well. It didn’t matter that these women were all taken by his friends. It didn’t feel right for him to be friendly with them and dance with them.

“It’s just a simple dance Y/N…”, he tells you. “It’s not like we were crotch to crotch or even crotch to butt.” You huffed. That really made you feel better. We didn’t dance that close. He still was with other women though. It seems you weren’t the only one upset either seeing Minho with his girlfriend.

Hyunjin seemed to be the life of the party tonight while you seemed to be the only one in your section still. The booth had a good view, but you didn’t want to see your boyfriend right now.

You had begun to get drunk as waitresses kept bringing you drinks because you asked for one every time one came pass telling them to put it on Hyunjin’s tab. By the time he came to check on you, you were sloppy and crying.

“Jagiya, what happened?” he asked, squatting in front of you. You sniffled pushing him away, “get away from me Hyunjin,” you mumble “I’m not your “Jagiya” right now.” He was confused and hurt by your words. He gasped dramatically and backed away.

“Is that really what you want?” You shook your head sobbing harder if that was even possible. He stood in front of you and held you close.

“What’s going on? I apologize if this was because of my doing.” You just cried into his stomach. You knew he meant no harm, but it still hurt to be left alone.

“I really missed you. I hate feeling super jealous, but I don’t like you dancing with them.” His gaze softened as you looked into his eyes with a saddened face.

“I won’t do it anymore. Do you just want me to hold you?” You nodded. You let him sit as you cuddled into him. You fell asleep on him in the club. He rubbed your back softly as he called a cab. Jeongin had saw you both and asked, “is she okay?” To which Hyunjin just nodded and stroked your hair back.

Jisung

Being partners with Jisung wasn’t easy, he was really a social butterfly even with his anxiety. He seemed more approachable especially when he was drinking. The two of you spent most of your time during the night at the bar.

“Hanji… can you pay for my drink?” He looked at you offended. “You don’t even have to ask baby. Whatever you want. Get it.” So you did. Drink after drink. You weren’t a shot person, so you bought cocktails, mixed drinks, and margaritas all night.

You were dancing with Jisung and Hyunjin when you suddenly felt an ache in your stomach. You tried to ignore it by throwing it back on Jisung. He grabbed at your butt and waist. “You’re really throwing it tonight. You tryna get me started.”

You laughed and nodded. It had been a while since you guys had sex. ‘Timing is everything’ that’s what Ji always said. He wanted to set the mood or at least feel a bit horny before you both did anything.

He was feeling you up as you were grinding on him. He started to leave kisses that turned to hickies on your neck. You let out a low whimper as he continued down. Your stomach was still not agreeing with you.

He turned you around and was about to kiss you. “Ji..”, you warned him. You covered your mouth and ran to the bathroom. You barely made it to a stall before vomiting into the toilet.

Jisung was hot on your tracks as you went into the bathroom. He felt no fear going into the women’s bathroom after you. He began rubbing your back. You just mumbled softly laying against the toilet bowl. He had tied your hair with an extra hair tie he had on his arm.

“I knew you’d get like this. You gotta start eating before drinking babe.” You just teared up about to cry. Jisung panicked, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It wasn’t to be rude. I’m just telling you for mext time.”

You spent a while in the bathroom with you both getting weird stares. Jisung for being in the women’s bathroom and you for being damn near face down in a toilet. When you felt confident enough to leave, Jisung carried you.

“I love you Hanji. I’m sorry I messed up tonight.” He shook his head.

“No it’s okay. Apparently sex wasn’t in the cards for today.”

He had carried you outside to a cab. When did he call a cab? You never got the chance to ask because you fell asleep almost immediately. He chuckled and cooed at you, “my sleepy baby.”

Felix

Felix insisted on pre-gaming the party despite you both being light weights. Shots on shots were taken before you guys left. Being extra was the intention as you took the truck to the club, Felix was impressed with your driving abilities at the moment. All the windows' down blasting music was a vibe. You knew you shouldn’t be driving under the influence, but who cares??

As you got to the club, you let up all the windows getting out slowly. Why did I wear heels? You had taken your heels off to drive, but now you had to wear them realizing it was a mistake. Nonetheless, Felix leads you inside. It was already going up with the only couple missing being Jeongin and his girlfriend. Always making an entrance as the maknae.

You were pulled out of thought as you approached the rest of the guys in a booth. You hugged them all gently. “Lit already you two?”, Minho asked. You just laughed and shook your head.

“Not lit enough”, Felix said, answering them and exposing that y’all had already drunk without them. You gasped, “Lixie!” Everyone just laughed at you two.

After spending 30 minutes in the booth, you both end up drunk officially. Chan insisted you all do a round of shots all together then Felix wanted to take some with Seungmin.

You got dragged to the dance floor with Hyunjin and Minho’s girlfriend. You ended up dancing with Hyunjin for a while before he left to check on the booth or something. He felt okay leaving you because Felix joined you.

You were feeling bold anyways. I want to tease him. Felix leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You wanna get into something?” How did he know? The smirk on his face meant he was teasing or planning something secretly.

He swept you off your feet easily. You were backed against the wall as Felix grinded into you. The brightest blush covered your face as you felt him up. His arms, his abs, his neck. You felt it all as he laid you on the ground still giving you the best dance of your life.

It felt like it was just you two, but really a semi-large crowd gathered to see. Felix wasn’t this bold with his sexual side in public, so many people were shocked especially Chan and Jeongin. You both got carried away ending up making out on the floor.

“Felix I-”, you gasped out, but he was persistent in bruising your lips as he choked you continuing the make out session. When you finally came up for air, Felix was laughing. He's such a fucking tease. “I hate you. Got me bothered in the club.” You hit his arm.

Seungmin

You suddenly feel the light from the hanging lamps in the diner you sat at. It was so alarming and bright, keeping your attention for at least another 20 seconds. Seungmin was surprised you could focus on anything after the night you had.

“Feeling okay babe?” His voice was soft but not in a bad way.

“Yes, why are we at this diner? I thought we were at a party or was that a dream?”

He had to laugh. “You’re never living down the accusations of me having to care for you everytime we drink.”

You had been such a mess the whole night. He immediately starts telling you what went down leading to this moment.

Apparently getting drunk was your goal as you had three drinks in the first hour of arriving at the club. Seungmin warned you of drinking so much as you were always up to no good when you got too drunk.

“I will be fine. You won’t have to take care of me tonight.”

The look in your eyes said that you were lying. The fact that he had to babysit you some nights caused some arguments with you feeling like he should do it because he loves you. However, he felt like he couldn’t have a good time because of you having to be watched carefully.

It made you feel guilty knowing he felt that way, so the goal was to make it through the night without having to depend on Seungmin. You wanted to prove him wrong once.

As the night barely progressed into hour two, you were drunk and lying in a booth. You ordered some things from your amazon cart feeling like you could just work more shifts to make up for your impulsive spending later.

Seungmin was dancing with Jeongin and his girlfriend. He had left you to your devices since he wouldn’t have to worry about you tonight. You decided to go stand outside for some air when the liquor got to your head.

You threw up in a bush, and you got yourself together somewhat quickly not wanting to let Seungmin win. He always thought you couldn’t handle it. You went inside getting another drink when Hyunjin approached to give you a shot. Apparently, he was giving them out to you guys for celebration.

That was it. From any point on, you were blacked out. Seungmin had found you lying against the bar. He tried talking to you, “Babe you okay? Need anything?”

However, the lack of response led to him shaking you. He checked your pulse, scared that you’d died or been spiked. The pulse being present led to his soft exhale of a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Let’s go..” He carried you out to the car, putting you inside and strapping you in. As he drove you both home, his stomach roared leading to him stopping at the only place open this late — the diner.

He had carried you inside as he ate some breakfast. He didn’t expect you to wake up until the next day. He just wanted to go home quickly, but his stomach got in the way.

That led to him driving to this diner and deciding to take you inside as well. Insuring everyone there he wasn’t dragging around someone unwillingly and drugged. He ordered something for himself and water for you. After splashing you slightly, you woke up.

The next day he rubbed it in your face that you were a fucking mess and had blacked out. He, also, scolded you for spending 400 dollars on shit from amazon. However, he still got you food for your hangover and made sure you were okay.

Jeongin

Being the dancer you were, you danced all night. Every moment not drinking at the bar was spent dancing with Jeongin or with the rest of the guys and their girlfriends.

Hyunjin kept you on your toes having dance offs with you to other group’s music that he knew. Once Hype Boy by NewJeans came on, Changbin out danced you both leaving you shocked.

Jeongin had to take some breaks sometimes, surprised you had the stamina you had. He felt old in comparison to you. Maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was the excitement for the celebration, or maybe just the music. You were beaming all night.

He was so in love with you seeing you so smiley. When you guys danced together, it felt natural. It was nice to be so intimate and sensual without having actual intercourse. His hyungs weren’t judging because they were impressed with your dancing.

He never minded your drinking; he wanted you to have a good time however you chose to, legally. Also, you guys never argued or anything during those times. It was just the same, but you thought everything was hilarious.

“Babe do you wanna order food on the way home, so it’s there when we arrive?”

You nodded “Can I get a burger and fries Innie?”

He knew your order and placed it for delivery in 2 hours giving you time to enjoy yourself while also preparing to go home.

After another hour of dancing, it was time for you both to go home because you decided to try and breakdance. It wasn't a bad attempt, but you had fell a little too hard when trying to stop meaning you'd probably have a bruise in the morning.

Convincing Jeongin you were okay enough to walk home, you grabbed his hand leaving. He noted your pace was slower than normal, but he didn't want to bring attention to it. Until you stopped all together.

"Innie.. my feet hurt."

He laughed, "Do you wanna switch shoes?"

Then you did just that. Having found out you were the same size by wearing his matching pair of shoes before, you both knew this idea would work. He looked weird, but he'd do anything for you.

"The heels?" Someone questioned going pass.

"Yea. My girlfriend is drunk, and her feet hurt from dancing all night."

You grinned brightly; he must love you if he's willing to suffer public humiliation.

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17-noodlebird · 2 months

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*breathes in*

So I had a weird dream last night....

I had a dream I was working at a night shift at a 24/7 sushi bar, with all my coworkers. It was like 3 in the morning. We were making sushi, and a bunch of rice balls/onigiri (the rice balls were the customers' to-go snack for a road trip.

Said customers were none other than The Amazing Digital Circus themselves.

Me and my coworkers were gossiping and commenting what was going on in the tiny dining area, though we could hear what they were saying.

Zooble and Gangle were having a mini-date for themselves (obviously surrounded by the company of their companions), hence why they ordered the sushi.

Pomni was just kinda out of it, being sleepy and all (do keep in mind, it was like in the middle of the night)

Jax was snuggling up with Ragatha, because she was feeling very drowsy, having been the designated driver to this sushi bar.

Caine was completely drunk (hence why Ragatha was the designated driver that night) and threw up in a potted plant that happened to be here in the dining area. Kinger was the one to help the wasted ringleader (back rubs and all), and we kinda just watched the whole thing happened. I don't remember if I was the one to ask one of my coworkers to check in on Caine, or if it was another coworker, but one of my coworkers ended up checking up on the two (we didn't want to take any chances, stomach bugs and food poisoning cases are potential health violations in this facility, don't ask how I came to that conclusion). Kinger confirmed what we had suspected — the teeth man was drunk out of his mind (another coworker pointed out he walked a bit funny and needed assistance).

We had nicknames for the characters cuz we didn't know their names and plus, they were definitely out of the ordinary:

Zooble was referred to as "Zolo" (I was told by a third coworker of mine that they remember having Zolo toys as a kid, before their mom forced them to get rid of them in a yard sale), Gangle was referred to as "Ribbons", cuz what else was she supposed to be anyway? Ragatha was called "Redhead" cuz of her red hair made of yarn, Jax was referred as "The Rabbit" or "Mr. Rabbit", I can't exactly remember. Pomni was "Jester Girl", take a wild freaking guess as to why lmao. I remember a fourth coworker blurting out "Is that a walking chess piece!?" so naturally, Kinger was called "Walking Chess Piece" by the staff. Caine was referred to as "Teeth Man".

A fifth coworker, who did all of the cooking, and I mean ALL OF IT, was taking his sweet old time with the rice balls. And I quote from Toy Story 2: "You can't rush art!"

So anyway, as Zooble and Gangle ate their sushi, and the others waited for the rice balls to be finished, we were kinda just... Talking amongst ourselves watching everything happen from afar, and checking up on the customers every once in a while.... The chef coworker finished the last of the rice balls, much to the relief of our customers, who were beyond drowsy. I could hear what Jax and Ragatha said, but based on what happened next, it looked like Jax was going to be the one driving because of how sleepy Ragatha was. That was kinda what happened lol.

✨ Now Part 2 Of My Dream Was Zooble x Gangle smut— ✨

I dunno man

#tadc #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus #tadc pomni #tadc gangle #tadc jax #tadc kinger #tadc ragatha #abstragedy #tadc zooble #the ending was a bit of a mood whiplash I apologize #weird dreams

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multifandoms27-blog · 2 years

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Chris Redfield pre-relationship headcanons

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Content: GN reader, as usual

Warnings: Alcohol consumption

Notes: Not a request either. Wrote this to comfort myself, I got some shocking news earlier.

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Meeting Chris is either the easiest or hardest things to do, depending on how you meet him

Meeting Chris at a bar would most likely just end in a one night stand

Meeting Chris on the job though would result in that sweet, sweet, slow burn

Obviously he'd care for you, on a co-worker level at first

Just a few "hey"s and waves here and there

Everybody knew Chris, he was the BSAA's "golden boy"

He didn't know your name until Jill talked about you and he was like "omg?"

He'd see you at partiest that a coworker of yours would've invited you both to

Chris would most likely approach you first, and you two would share some jokes about how someone was drunkenly dancing, get some drinks together, then call it a night

This would go on for a few more parties, which were usually spaced out. The ones involving alcohol are usually on someones birthday

After, your "hey"s and waves in the hallways turn to him seeking you out and offering you coffee or water, only after asking how you were

During the coffee/water breaks he'd ask some surface-level personal stuff, and he'd reveal some surface-level personal stuff. But he'd mainly ask about you though

It was a pretty slow lead into a friendship. After the fourth or fifth coffee/water break, he wrote his number on a napkin and left it for you

Once he gets your number, he's gonna text you whenever he gets off work

This would be the fastest part of your friendship - now you both can talk freely without the pressure of a work environment around you

You'd bond more over shared interests, make some inside jokes, talk about other personal stuff behind the safety of a screen, send each other memes, etc.

Unrelated but he definitely does not have his read reciepts on

It's not too long before he asks to come over for the first time, or to have you come over to his place

Regardless of where you went, you'd share sodas and snacks while you watch some movies or shows, commenting on it here and there

Between episodes or commercial breaks, you both would talk about whatever, ranging to personal stuff to things you gotta deal with at work

The times you'd spend with him outside of work is when you'd both start slowly revealing things about your past, so he's really getting to know you on a deeper level

But mostly its all smiles and laughter with this man

You told this man you liked flowers once, and he passed by a flower stand on the way to work, and bought a bouquet for you

Mans played it off as a joke smh

He's gonna start giving you and himself tbh mixed signals

He wouldn't realize his feelings for you until he attended a party you weren't invited to (the host didn't know about you, he's a personal friend of Chris') and a girl there started flirting with him

At first he was flirting with her as well, but a certain lighting made her seem like you, or maybe he was just drunk.

So, gently he lets her down, and then stumbles out of the party to call you

You were in pajamas, munching on some chips and watching 90 day fiance, when your phone rang. Sighing, you picked it up and answered without looking at the screen.

"Hello?" You'd said, annoyed that someone dared interrupt your show.

"Hey, s-orry, bad time?" Chris slurred.

"Chris?" You'd perked up.

"Yeah. Hey- can I come over?"

"Are you drunk?" You squinted at your TV, now no longer paying attention to the show.

"Ye- yeah. A little. Please answer my question, (Y-"

"Yes, yeah." You'd stood up, nodding your head vigorously. "I'll come pick you up."

"You don't have to, I can, I can get Leon to-"

"No, knowing him he's also drunk. And also probably banging someone rght now." You were gathering your things. "I'm leaving right now. Send me your location."

"Okay. Um, can we get pizza?"

"if a place is open. I'll see you in a bit, Chris, okay?"

"Okay. I love you~." Chris slurred before hanging up and sending you his location.

You stared at the screen in shock for a second before snapping back to it and driving to where he was.

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield #resident evil #resident evil chris #chris resident evil

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thegoblinboy · 2 years

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Stoner Thoughts -

Written by eddiethegreatteddybear

day four of my writing challenge

4. stoner thoughts - where Steve gets very cuddly and touch starved while high. Eddie may find out just a little more then Steves secret but also Robons

When stoned Steve gets way to cuddly. When he first gets stoned he's fifteen and he was with Tommy. But Tommy ended up having to go home early so that left him home alone and slightly paranoid and cuddly. So what does he do? He finds the hugest teddy bear that he had won at a fair a few nights before for a girl he liked at school and flops on top of it cuddling super close to it. His face buried into the stuffys neck as I love Lucy plays in the back ground. Which is also something he's discovered about himself. He just loves old Tv Shows. Anywhere from the Brady Bunch to Bewitched. He doesn't get high again like that with Tommy, saying he didn't really like that. Though he was just to scared that if he really got high that the other would call him gay and that's all he needed.

Though he soon catches on to how to get a little buzzed, and not completely stoned. He's not as cuddly thank God, but he's very relaxed and just wants to watch tv. So the second time he smokes he’s sixteen and eating a crap ton of KFC with Tommy. He’s very aware of how different he is when he’s drunk and when he’s stoned. Though his third time getting proper high was with Nancy. It was after he found out about everything and the upside down and he ends up clinging onto her for a long time. Though truth be told, he knew that she was annoyed with him. Which made him more anxious to the point where he got up and just left to his room where he cuddles into his pillows.

The fourth time he was high, (was obviously with Robin after being tortured) on weed was with Robin. Who couldn’t stop complaining about how fun it would be. They ended up buying a crap ton of movies and getting stoned and Steve’s obviously not enjoying himself as he just wants to cuddle something. Of course Robin, the sweet heart she is moves over to him and asks if he’s ok. She’s completely stoned herself and she isn’t dumb. “You aren’t having flash backs to starcourt are you?” She asks concerned. Which wasn’t the case. Steve then goes onto explain his problem. Which he finds stupid, but for the first time ever someone doesn’t laugh at him or calls him stupid. Instead Robin welcomes him over with open arms as he buries himself into her side gladly being little spoon. Though as time passes on they discover it’s just a ‘Steve’ thing. Not a high thing. The other was always wound up tight and super anxious and of course something wrapped around him would make him feel better. They even searched it up and found it scientifically proven that weighted blankets would help to. So when Christmas comes Robin ends up buying him a thirty pound blanket and there isn’t anything else he’s used that much. It’s obviously their secret and no one else knows about his anxiety.

Now Steve has been stoned countless times with Robin. No one really knew about his coping mechanism and he’s still very embarrassed about it. Though Robin decides to welcome Eddie in their friend group with open arms. Nothing comes up about being high together until Eddie tosses the idea out there. Steve looks a little nervous and Robin shrugs. “I mean I don’t see why not, but me and Steve get even weirder when we are stoned. So if you even think about judging us I’ll go a week straight shitting on Black Sabbath.”

This only causes Eddie to raise his eyebrow, “well who doesn’t get weird when high. And don’t even joke about that Robin.” He complains before asking seriously. “Though neither of you like- get weirdly sexual or anything right. Like neither of you guys are going to fuck each other in front of me are you?” He says sounding more concerned about that then anything. Which leaves both Steve and Robin laughing on the floor. Though Robin stands up back on the floor as she leans against the Family Video counter.

“No we do not. We are as platonic as friends can get. Though I’ll bring you in on a little secret, though you have to promise not to tell a soul. And if you do, I’m destroying everything you love before me and Steve leave town with our shit.” She starts off chuckling though towards the end she’s dead serious and Eddie does take it seriously. He knew how the two were- it wasn’t often when the both of them went silent and got serious like this. He swallows a little as he looks at the two as they look at each other. He sees Steve shrug.

“It’s up to you Robin, I think we can trust him. He would be a hypocrite if he blabbed his mouth. Well not for the same thing but for -“ Robin can’t help but cackle a little. Eddie was very clueless.

“Ok Eddie, this is the last test to see if you can officially be in our little dorky bubble.” Nancy says seriously. Though she was stalling a bit and the boy could see how nervous she is. “So you see - back in-“

Steve interrupts, “Robin get to the point. Or do we have to do this with Charades?” He says seriously. Robin sighs nodding her head feeling very self conscious.

“Alright,” he hops over the shelf as he grabs two cardboard cut outs going back over as he sets them up for Robin. Robin is raising a eyebrow before groaning.

“Steve you just do it. All the words in my head are not connecting to my mouth.” She huffs tossing her hands up as Eddie was raising a eyebrow at this point. He had no clue what was going on. Steve gives Eddie a apologetic look. Before he’s taking Robins hand and setting it on the female cut outs boobs. Shrugging.

Robin flushes as Steve pats her on the shoulder. “Come on, we’ve been working on this shit for over a month. You can say it.” He boasts as Robin rolls her eyes.

“I like boobies.” She mumbles as Eddie catches on.

“Ohhhhhhh.” He says as he can’t help but laugh a little. “That was the most chaotic gay thing I’ve ever seen. I cant.” He snorts as he hops over the counter looking at Robin seriously.

Robin looks at him nervous as Eddie says in the most serious voice. “Well I guess I can’t fit into this group, because it seems like I’m the only one who doesn’t like boobies.” He says as Robin grins as Steve just moves the cardboard cutouts as Robin grins happily.

“How bout you Harrington?” Eddie asks with a raised eyebrow. “What’s your big secret that caused you to panic?” He asks curious as Robin grins.

“Don’t worry, you’ll probably find out when we get high.” She says as they start to clean up as Steve chuckles.

“Well it’s not really all that big, it’s really stupid-“ Robin puts a hand over his mouth.

“Nope, we have to leave one surprise for Eddie tonight. “ she smiles as Steve chuckles shaking his head as he leans on the counter amused.

“So are you- like- fruity to Harrington?” Eddie asks curious as Robin looks at Steve curious who simply shrugs.

“Hm- I don’t like labels. To restricting for me. Though I’m only into girls.” He hums as he shrugs as Robin snorts.

“In other words, he’s open to trying stuff out. Who knows you might need to guy to help you with that mental block you seem to be having with the women.“ Robin teases before they go back to normal once customers start coming in.

Then later when they do start smoking at Steve’s, Eddie relaxes a bit passing it around. He wasn’t getting to high already told by Robin that he should wait until Steve is. Apparently it would be worth it. So the both of them pretended to smoke with Harrington pretty much smokes the entire thing as he watches tv. When his high hits, he’s grinning sleepily on the couch as he looks over at Robin who’s nodding her head amused.

“You have ten minutes of being little spoon, then you’re going to have to get your blanket.” She says calmly as Steve pretty much curls into her watching the tv. And Eddie can’t help but smile amused. It was sort of amusing to watch the very closed off Steve Harrington go very cuddly. Though it sort of made sense. Steve’s on top of the other curled up as he starts to ramble a little.

“Robin, why can’t there be a cereal of lucky charms with just the marshmallows?” He asks randomly causing both Eddie and Robin to crack up amused. Eddie started to pass the joint between him and the girl, as they started to get baked too.

“I don’t know Stevie, maybe because it’s unhealthy.” Robin cracks up as Steve shrugs amused. Robin ends up changing the channel and Steve starts to complain before he goes silent.

“See, maybe if you stopped bitching you would realize Johnny Depp was on the tv.” Robin teases. “You’re totally drooling on my pants right now. Get off you dweeb.” She laughs as Steve pouts getting off as she teases. “You totally have a crush on Johnny Depp, admit it.” She teases now stoned herself as Steve shakes his head being stubborn.

“Nope I do not.” He says as Eddie listens in amused. He never thought he would be in this situation where king Steve was arguing about liking Johnny Depp. Leaning back on the couch with crossed arms as they go silent watching the show for a bit before Eddie could feel Steve shaking a little. Robin had already caught on and hums softly.

“Stevie, why don’t you go get your weighted blanket Hm? That always helps when your anxious.” She smiles as she takes the leading role of the other and he nods a little dumbly before moving getting up and stumbling a bit. Robin moving to help him.

“No, I’ll help him. Why don’t you smoke a little bit more.” Eddie smiles as he hands her the rest of the joint as he moves to Steve who was stumbling. Eddies hands move to the others hips helping him go to his destination. When they are in Steve’s room he looks around before he’s helping the other lift his blanket.

“Do you normally get anxious when High Stevie boy?” Eddie asks curious. Watching how the other gets flustered before nodding his head.

“Yeah, its something that started after everything with the upside down. That and before hand I didn't smoke with the greatest of people and when I'm high I'm clearly very cuddly.” he says with a blush. Eddie nods his head understanding.

“It's cool. Neither me or Robin mind. If you want you can cuddle up to me if that will help with your anxiety.” Eddie offers without much though. Steve looks at hum a little nervous before nodding his had. And just like that Eddies leading him back out where they start to get situated. Eddie moves the blanket on Robin to as he climbs underneath it surprised by how heavy it was. Then he's wrapping his arms around Steve who was a little shaky. And Eddie can't explain it, but the best feeling in the world was when Steve stopped shaking. Knowing he was safe as he watched 21 jump street. Eddie smiles as he holds the other close. Making sure the other was comfy. And if they fall asleep like that neither of them care.

Steve did wake up though, a little shy but soon rolls around and hides under the blanket and buries himself into Eddies chest. And if they become Friends with Cuddle Benefits it couldn't have been stopped.

#steve x eddie #steveharrington #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #bxb #steve harrington #i forgot the tags the first time #stoner #stoner rick

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laurenairay · 2 years

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bring your good times - JT Compher

The fourth of five fics to celebrate The Avs winning the Stanley Cup!

Word Count: 839 words

A/N: the most underrated remainers of that 48-point team AND LOOK AT HIM NOW!

“I gotta…I gotta tell you something.”

You laughed softly at JT’s insistent words, smiling up at him even though his eyes were a little wild, a little desperate.

“Gotta tell me what?” you mused, raising an eyebrow.

What could he possibly want to tell you? The team & family and friends had only just arrived to the after-party venue, although the players had obviously been heavily drinking in the locker room in celebration, and it was easy to get swept up in the joy of the moment. All around you, everyone was grinning and cheering and drinking, but not JT. Not your boyfriend, who looked like he had a thousand things on his mind and not enough words to express them.

What was going on?

“SHOTS! Let’s GO!”

JT glared at Andre, waving him off with barely a glance, only worrying you more. Not for Andre, no, he was rounding up plenty of others to even notice JT’s annoyance. No, it was JT who was worrying you. This was even more intense than his usual intensity, when he should be carefree and smiling and happy. What was wrong with him?

“Babe? What’s wrong?” you prompted.

“I gotta tell you because I haven’t told you yet because I’m a coward,” JT slurred.

Coward? That was the last word you’d use to describe him. What was going on in his mind?

“Tell me what, JT?” you frowned.

“I love you.”

Despite his serious (slurred) voice, despite his intense (glassy) stare, your breath still hitched in your throat. In the six months the two of you had been dating, he’d never said that. Not once. Sure, he was affectionate in private and he always had his arm around you or held your hand in public, but just stating his feelings like that? Never. So you’d never said those three words either, not daring to take the chance that he didn’t feel as deeply as you did.

Apparently you were wrong.

Unless it was just the alcohol talking? Oh fuck, what it was just the alcohol talking? No, that was the last thing you wanted.

“I think you should probably drink some water, babe,” you frowned.

“Hey, no, I mean it. I love you,” JT insisted, clutching at your hands.

“And if you’d said it when you weren’t drunk out of your skull, I might be more reassured,” you said, pursing your lips.

He frowned but shook his head, thumbs running over your knuckles in a way that made your heart ache. Why now? Why, if he truly felt this way, would he wait until he was this drunk?

“Drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“What?” you said, snapping out of your thoughts.

“I might be really drunk. Like, really drunk. But I’ve been wanting to say it for ages and I’ve been too scared. I mean it, I swear,” JT insisted, eyes pleading with you as much as his words were.

“Scared? Of what?” you asked, confused.

What could he possibly have to be scared of?

“I’ve been falling for you so fast, faster than I’ve ever fallen for anyone, and it scared me. I felt so out of control in this terrifying but brilliant spiral, and I wish I could talk to you like this when I’m sober but it’s hard for me.”

To be honest, this was the most that JT had ever talked about his feelings with you, even when he asked you to be his girlfriend officially. It was overwhelming…but everything you’d been hoping for. Everything. Even if he was declaring it in the middle of a bar during his Stanley Cup celebrations.

“We can work on the talking,” you mused, trying to ignore the lump in your throat.

“Yeah? You’re not going to run for the hills?” he asked.

You could tell he meant for that to be a light joke, but the hesitance in his eyes told you otherwise. In what universe would you ever do that?

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, smiling up at him.

The smile that spread across JT’s face in return made your heart skip a beat before starting to race just that little bit more. This guy really was everything you’d dreamed of, wasn’t he?

“Tell me again tomorrow,” you said softly, squeezing his hands lightly.

“Yeah?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” you nodded, inhaling shakily, “if your drunk words really are sober thoughts, then I want to hear them when you are sober.”

JT laughed, all hesitance gone from his expression, and he nodded too. “I can definitely do that.”

You just grinned, rising up on your toes to press a slow soft kiss to his lips, trying to ignore the giddiness fizzing through your veins as JT made a protesting noise when you pulled away.

“Let’s get back to celebrating with your team, yeah? Mr Stanley Cup champion?” you teased.

JT just whooped loudly, a chorus of whoops sounding around the room in response, making you laugh as you tucked yourself into his side. Tomorrow. You could wait until tomorrow.

#my writing #jt compher blurb #the avs are stanley cup champions!#jt compher imagine #jt compher fic #jt compher fanfic #jt compher x reader

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heraldofcrow · 1 year

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Hey friend! What ideas do you have on the very first Hunter of Hunters, and also the one who passed their status to Eileen? From what we know of lore, there were at least several hunters of this type before the crow mom, so I am interested in this! How do you think the previous HoH quit?

AAGAAHAGSJHSSJ HI YES I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS

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I’m so sorry, I am working on my response to you about the Caryll Choir member thing too, I promise. My answer just got longer than I thought 😅

But anyway for the crows, I have so many ideas and I have this post in progress for all of their profiles. I will tag you in it when it’s done because I have to credit you with certain theme ideas. I will also draw them all at some point!

For now, I can hint or sum up the basic idea for them because they are all really clear in my head.

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So, here’s a little joke tag post I did recently where I revealed their names (there are five), and hints about their characters.

The first HOH was the Aether Crow, who was basically this sorceress/witch from that very obviously Tibetan-coded land. She’s the one that found the ancient meteorite mercy blades hidden and buried in a coffin within an old Pthumerian labyrinth.

The blades in my headcanon were actually crafted hundreds of years prior, but were modified later in the Hunter’s Workshop, hence why it’s one of the oldest weapons. This all ties into the headcanon that crow assassins were actually the counterpart to shadows and keepers in the ancient cultures of Pthumeru and Loran. (I have adopted your headcanon that Mergo’s Wet Nurse is related to the Pthumerian crows).

Basically there were always warriors and knights that fought off beasts in those days, and plenty were lost to blood-drunkeness, so the concept of a crow/raven mercy killer was actually an extremely old one, and the first HOH simply adopted the practice with the added twist of sky burial, because that was apart of her own culture. She merely continued a line of generational warriors in a more modern age.

I think she passed her blades to another foreign successor (This one is Brandon to me), and then he passed his down to Eileen’s mentor, aka the nephew of the first HOH. That’s how it plays out in my timeline anyway. Eileen’s mentor passed the mantle to her sometime before the Fishing Hamlet and Byrgenwerth’s official split, and so Eileen was mostly situated in Yharnam during the glory days of Gehrman’s workshop and Ludwig’s spartans.

That’s when the blades were modified to be a trick weapon too. Eileen’s mentor stayed with her and they hunted together regularly, albeit in the shadows, with Eileen strictly being the one to eliminate drunken hunters.

She would spend the next 55 years there in Yharnam, holding the mantle longer than any other crow. I imagine her to have been in her mid 20s when she received the badge, so she’s literally in her 70s when we meet her. It was never meant to be, and ideally she would have been succeeded when she was much younger, but everything fell apart with a certain problematic someone. Her mentor also died around the time of the Cainhurst genocide, so she was entirely alone for years.

I don’t want to give away too much yet, because I want my masterpost to cover it all in depth, but here are my titles for the five crows that came before the Good Hunter.

Aether/Star Crow (first HOH)

Dragon/Copper Crow (Second HOH)

Scarecrow/Blue Crow (Third HOH)

Mother/Pathologic Crow (Fourth HOH)

Cainhurst/Bloodshed Crow (Fifth HOH)

And then the Hunter is the sixth. Each of the former have their common names and legacy names, with their legacy names being put first in that list. Basically Eileen is just called “the Crow” for us as the protagonist, but I imagine she would have been known by something specific to others in that area. All crows had very unique identities and reputations.

It’s like looking at their in-game names and internal data names.

The “Aether Crow” was the one to establish sky burial and preach on the importance of the heavens/aether, but she was commonly called the star crow because of her blades and silvery mask.

The “Dragon Crow” wreathed his surroundings in fire before he died, but had red hair and an orangish tint to his feathers, hence the copper moniker.

The “Scarecrow” was a terror among even his own faction, and would not hesitate to put another crow down if they lost themselves to madness, yet his blue feather ornaments earned him the latter title.

The “Mother Crow” lasted for generations in her position and was known for having raised her apprentice from his youth, but her history as a plague doctor made her known to people as the Pathologic Crow, or the healer crow.

The “Cainhurst Crow” notoriously transformed into a Vileblood that fought for Queen Annalise, but his extremely violent tendencies when dispatching enemies in his youthful training days brought about the “bloodshed/bloody” crow nickname. His feathers were never clean.

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When I make the masterpost, I will reveal designs, backstories, characteristics, succession stories, and identities for each of these lovely birds. I want it for fic reference, but also for general headcanon reference. For now though, I hope you like this little tidbit of info!! I promise I’ll share more details in the future.

As you can probably tell, the Crows are very important to me, and I’m still working on that key points post for Eileen/Bloody Crow. I WILL develop these birds even if it kills me :)))

#sorry this is so short #i hope to make up for it #but i thought maybe you would like to hear some snippets!!#you know i’m always down to talk about this :D #so tysm for asking!!#le crows #eileen the crow #bloody crow #bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #asks #mutuals

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bccksmarts · 1 year

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❧ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐔𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ☙ ⤷ ACCEPTING ⤶

➤ @wizardingworldrevealed asked: ❛ i am not drunk, i am just intoxicated by you. ❜ - from viktor

❝Intoxicated by me? Really?❞ Her voice came out in a high pitch, a squeak so-to-speak. Even after so long apart, the occasional letter here and there, and he still found her rather fetching? Intriguing? In Viktor's words—intoxicating.

Obviously he had given her similar compliments in her fourth year, during the tournament and the Yule Ball, but to hear words like those, again, after a few years apart? It hit somewhat differently, but also gave her feelings of a familiar level. ❝I just... after so long, you still look at me like that?❞ She asked, her arms wrapping around herself, as if to keep her warm or some sort of protective barrier—not from him, but more-so for herself.

#✦ 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ➜ ｢ In Character ｣#✦ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐌 ➜ ｢ Answered ｣#✦ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝟎𝟑 ➜ ｢ Open / Undetermined ｣#﴾ wizardingworldrevealed ﴿ ⇢ Viktor Krum #⦗✦| Oh this is sweet though..... |✦⦘

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 1 year

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Past Injuries/Accidents I have had.

So you guys have spoken..

I will make a post about all of these eventually but today I’ll be talking about all of my injuries/accidents I’ve had in my life so far.

(WARNING: Swearing, Includes mentions of razor blades, and injuries/accidents.)

When I was in preschool, I was at home and I remember I was sitting at the table by myself playing with those ink stamps things (idk what there called). I decided to put ink on my fingers and then after I was done, I went to the bathroom and was looking for something to clean off the stamp ink and I saw a razor on the sink. I didn’t know better and my dumb brain thought that the razor was meant for removing ink. So I took the razor and scrubbed the blade against my fingers, obviously my fingers started bleeding a lot. I don’t remember much, but I remember that I didn’t need any stitches.

When I was in 3rd grade, I was in my parents van playing on my tablet and I decided to switch seats because the sun was reflecting off my screen and it was hurting my eyes. So when I was moving seats I saw in the corner of my eye, a semi truck heading towards the van. I remember I couldn’t look away, and I was frantically trying to put on my seatbelt then I can’t remember anything else I guess I blacked out. But from what I was told my leg was centimeters close from being completely crushed.

When I was in 4th grade, I went to my friends house for the Fourth of July and we just chilled and hanged out. We were outside and his dad got drunk and lit those sticks you use to light fireworks and he was next to me. All the sudden he swung his arm that was holding the fire stick thing, and the fire hit my right arm, my arm making a small sizzling noise. I also remember it hurting but not enough to make me cry, but still to this day I still have the scar on my right arm.

When I was 10 years old I was in school at the playground, and I remember I was wearing a jacket, running around. I eventually stopped and just started walking, then I felt a pain on my left hand. I looked at my hand and saw that it was a bit red, then I noticed something moving up and down in my jacket sleeve. I didn’t have time to react and something flew out of my sleeve and stung me again for the 2nd time, turns out it was a ground hornet. I couldn’t move my left hand so I went to the nurse and the nurse gave me a packet that said sting relief. Once I put the sting relief on, my hand felt INSTANTLY BETTER like it’s like God himself just snapped his fingers to make it better.

When I was in 7th grade, I was in gym class and we were running and this dude fucking tripped me. When I fell, my right knee hit the hard ass ground first and scraped against the ground. Luckily while I was falling I quickly noticed that the way my left arm was positioned, about to hit the ground, my arm was going to break so before my left arm could hit the ground, I slammed my right hand against the floor to somehow cushion the fall. So luckily I wasn’t injured, but for 1-2 years whenever I would stretch my right knee would hurt a lot but now it doesn’t anymore so that’s good. Finally I can stretch without it getting ruined by an annoying ass pain in my right knee.

(I hope you enjoyed these stories, this might be updated if I remember more stories)

#Ms Biscults speaks #Mika speaks #results #tumblr polls #irl story #original story #true story #stories #random story #story time #injuries #injury #car accident tw

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whosvioletta · 3 years

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pretty.

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pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

summary: you end up getting drunk, and can’t stop telling your best friend regulus how pretty he is.

warnings: alcohol, drunk reader, kissing, party.

a/n: requests are open!

masterlist.

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you never really liked going to parties, mostly because you would always end up being the babysitter for all your drunk friends. you had a pretty rough day, getting a bad score on your potions test, and spilt apple juice all over your robes during dinner.

so you decided to hang out in your dormitory for the rest of the night, your friends getting ready for the secret party that was being held in the slytherin common room. you laid against the headboard of your bed, reading through a book when you saw one of your friends sitting on the edge of your bed.

“hey, y/n, guess what!” she beamed excitedly. you slowly put your book down, almost annoyed that someone was talking to you right now. “i have a big day full of studying tomorrow so i can’t get drunk, which means…” she smirked, giving you this look.

“which means what?” you questioned your friend. she sighed, rolling her eyes. “which means you can get drunk tonight, obviously. i’m babysitting.” she pointed out. you giggled a bit.

“i would love to, but i think i’m just gonna stay in tonight. i’ve already had a bad day, don’t wanna do something i’ll regret.” you explained. “all the more reason to get drunk, y/n. i promise you’ll have fun!” she beamed.

“you’re not gonna leave me alone until i say yes, huh?” you sighed, and she nodded slowly hoping for a yes. “fine, i’ll go.” you gave in. you closed your book and set it on your nightstand. “oh great! go get dressed!” she said excitedly, standing up and walking away. “i’ll meet you at the party!”

but, the night didn’t go as you expected. you put on a stunning dress and headed down to the common room, immediately taking a shot, and then another, and then another. you would do anything at this point to forget about how awful today was.

and now? now you were drunk, because after the fourth shot, you lost count how many you had taken with your friend.

shit.

your babysitter was drunk now. of course she was, you thought. you’d never seen her any close to being responsible, but in that moment you didn’t care. the room was spinning and you were too drunk to get mad at her.

you danced for what felt like hours, and finally your body started to get tired, accidentally collapsing into a well known boy in your year. a boy from the house of black, regulus black, to be exact. one of your good friends to clarify further.

“oh merlin! i’m so sorry!” you laughed, propping yourself up as you held onto his shoulders. “it’s all good y/n!” he smiled, the palms of his hands resting on your upper arms because he knew if he were to let go, you would fall down.

“who’s taking care of you tonight?” he asked, looking around. “elizabeth williams, except she got drunk too so.. i guess no one.” you giggled, barely able to open your eyes. your head felt fuzzy.

“i’m gonna take you up to your dorm, y/n.” regulus said with a smile, someone needed to take care of the poor girl or she would end up sleeping on the floor like the poor third years. “wha- no!” you said quickly. “i want to.. i want to dance!” you almost fell over again.

regulus didn’t even acknowledge your comment, wrapping his arm around you waist and guided you through the dark hallways. you were so close to your dorm when you pushed him away, trying to get back to the party, but fell over on your side.

regulus got down on one knee, laughing at you a bit. “it’s not funny!” you whined, leaning your back against the wall. he looked at you with a patient face. “didn’t even come close to thinking y/n y/l/n would be getting drunk at a party.” he shrugged, sitting down next to you.

“yeah well, i didn’t think you..” you reached forward and bopped his nose with the tip of your finger, “would be taking care of me.” you hiccuped, leaning your head back on the cold stone walls, still looking at him.

“pretty.” you smiled, and he furrowed his eyebrows. “huh?” he asked. “you’re really pretty, reg.” you smiled, your drunk eyes staring at him. “thank you.” he said awkwardly, and suddenly something clicked for him.

the way the dim light from down the hall shone on your face, and the way you smiled at him, he had never seen someone more beautiful in his life.

“you’re really pretty too.” he smirked. “no you!” you playfully hit his chest, and the two of you laughed. a rare precious moment regulus had. and in that moment he would never forget..

never forget the girl that called him pretty.

#regulus black #regulus black fluff #regulus black x reader #regulus black x y/n #regulus black imagine

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electrosuite · 2 years

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green dress

warnings: swearing, vomit, descriptions of losing virginities, descriptive sex, oral sex

word count: 4.2k

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Parties. Just the thought of them made you want to curl into such a tight ball that you just crumble in on yourself and disappear from existence. But tonight, you actually wanted to go to one.

It was a birthday party for a classmate of yours, and she invited as many people as she possibly could. It seemed like there were hundreds of people in her mansion of a house, which made you regret your decision to say yes.

You decided to borrow your mom’s favorite dress: a spaghetti strap, emerald green one that came down to your knees. It was kind of low cut in the front, giving a great view of your boobs.

Part of the reason you said yes — and decided to wear that dress in particular — was because the person you’d been crushing on for years would be there.

Peter Parker. You two had been going to school together since fourth grade, and you’d been pining over him since sixth grade. You two had been paired up for a project, and he was one of the only kids in middle school who was genuinely nice to you.

Ever since then, you’d had at least one class per year together. Every once in a while you’d been assigned to sit next to him, and you had a raging case of butterflies in your stomach every single time.

He was a quiet and mysterious loner into photography and he skateboarded around the school. He was sarcastic, funny, and always stuck up for people. Every aspect of him only made you more attracted to him.

But you knew he didn’t feel that way about you. Sure, he was nice to you and maybe considered you his friend. But no one had ever had a crush on you. At least, not that you knew of. And if anyone did, it wouldn’t be him.

At the same time, though, you figured your dress would at least get a look or two from him.

At least, that was until the girl throwing the party walked over to you. You two were okay friends. Sometimes you’d eat lunch together, but that was the extent of your friendship. You were standing in the kitchen, sipping on water. She was very obviously drunk; she’d taken her heels off and was still stumbling around.

“Y/N!” she slurred, leaning back against the island in the middle of the kitchen. “I didn’t think you’d make it!”

You nodded, someone behind her catching your eye. It was Peter. He looked to be just wandering around, trying to find someone to talk to. When he saw you he gave you a small smile and waved. You returned both gestures.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets, and you could tell he wanted to talk to you after your conversation ended.

“Yeah, I didn’t have anything else to do,” you replied.

“I think Peter’s here,” she said loudly enough for him to smirk to himself.

“Oh,” you said, your cheeks going red, knowing he heard that.

“Didn’t you wear that dress for him?”

“Please stop talking.”

Just then, her face turned green. She placed her hand on your shoulder and puked. You gasped as it covered the front of your dress and dripped onto the floor.

“What the hell?”

“Sorry,” she mumbled before stumbling off to talk to someone else. You stood there for a moment, looking at the mess all over your stomach.

You then looked up and Peter was looking at you, his eyes wide. You instinctively hurriedly walked through the kitchen and past him, practically sprinting to the stairs and up to the second floor.

People were moving out of your way to avoid getting any of the sputum on them, which was only more humiliating. You managed to find the master bathroom and shut the door behind you.

You spotted the bathroom connected to it and ran in, carefully pulling your dress over your head. The sink was immediately inside the room, the door to the left of it. You looked at it, tears beginning to flow. You whimpered at the sight of thrown up alcohol and food, knowing it wouldn’t come out.

You dropped the dress into the sink and filled it with water and soap.

“Y/N?” said a voice from inside the bedroom. You ignored it, but recognized it as Peter. You were hopeful that he would leave if you didn’t answer.

But, in classic Peter fashion, he was nosy. When he walked over and stood in the doorframe, you could see him out of the corner of your eye, and you could see his surprise at the sight of you in just your bra and underwear. But you were crying so hard that you didn’t even want to look at him.

“You okay?” he asked in the gentle tone he usually used with you.

“It won’t come out.” He looked down at the dress you were scrubbing vigorously. “This is my mom’s dress, and she’s gonna kill me. I told her nothing would happen to it. And now it’s stained in puke. Goddamnit.”

You didn’t stop, but he watched you. “Why don’t you let me try?”

You shook your head. “This is my fault. I need to clean in.”

He reached over and placed his hands over yours, stilling your movements. You didn’t look at him, but a tear slid down your cheek.

“Let me try. Go sit on the bed and try to relax.”

Truthfully, you didn’t have it in you to argue. You wiped your hands off on a towel and he stepped in front of the sink, scrubbing it much more delicately than you were.

You could see him from where you sat on the bed. Well, some of him. You could see his arms, his wavy chestnut hair, and his back muscles that were visible through his t-shirt.

He worked on it for a few minutes before walking over to you with a tissue, which you gladly accepted. He grabbed the throw blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders to cover you up. He knelt down in front of you so he could look you in the eye.

“Thanks,” you said, wiping your nose. “I knew I should’ve just stayed home.”

“What, you mean you don’t enjoy getting thrown up on?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Can’t say I do.” It was silent for a moment. “Why’d you follow me up here?”

He gave you a bit of a confused expression. “What do you mean?”

“I mean... You could’ve just let me do this myself. Why’d you come up here?”

“You were pretty distraught.”

You looked down at the tissue in your hand. “I’m just embarrassed. I’ve been trying to not be a total loser and pretty much everyone I know just saw me covered in vomit.”

He furrowed his brows. “Why do you think you’re a loser?”

You made eye contact with him again. “I mean, it’s not like I’m the most popular person ever. I don’t really have any friends, I don’t get out very often-”

“Do you think I’m a loser?”

“What?”

“Do you think I’m a loser? I mean, it’s not like I’m popular or have friends. But, according to the girl who puked on you, it sounds like you wore that dress for me.”

Your blush came back as you looked back down. “She was drunk.”

“Does that mean she was lying?”

You didn’t know how to answer. You really didn’t plan on him finding out that you liked him tonight, even though he was right about the dress. But before you could figure out an answer, he placed his right hand where your jaw and neck meet, his fingers behind your ear. He wiped your tear-stained cheek with his thumb, looking you right in the eye.

His other hand rested on the bed next to your hip, which you hadn’t noticed until now.

Slowly but surely, he moved his face closer to yours. Your entire body grew hot the closer he got, eventually touching your foreheads together. Your voice was shaky, your palms sweaty.

“Is this okay?” he asked in a whisper. His breath smelled of mint, telling you he brushed his teeth before he got here.

“Yeah,” you choked out. Without wasting another second, he gently connected your lips to his. You mimicked his touch, placing your hand on his jaw. When he broke the kiss, he kept his forehead against yours again.

You were worried he could hear your heart pounding and the butterflies in your stomach. He smiled and chuckled before kissing you again. You adjusted your shoulders so that the blanket fell off of them, leaving you almost completely exposed in front of him.

“Peter,” you whispered between kisses.

“Hm?” His lips trailed across your cheek and down to your neck, his hand keeping your face where he could get to it.

“I did wear the dress for you.”

“I know,” he whispered into your skin. “You’ve had a crush on me for years.” Normally, you’d think someone would sound cocky saying that. But right here, right now, it only made you whimper. Not to mention the fact that he was a hundred percent right. “Haven’t you?”

You nodded. “Mhm.”

“Well, right back at you.”

That comment caught you off guard. The person you’d been hopelessly in love with for almost six years felt the same?

“What?”

“Mhm. Since fourth grade.”

You pushed him away, your eyes wide. “Fourth grade?”

His expression was full of nothing but love, lust, and admiration. “Yep. The day I met you, ten-year-old me fell in love with you.”

Your inner monologue was going crazy. He’s liked you longer than you’ve liked him, and you’re only just now finding out.

Your heart was beating so fast you were growing concerned, and tears filled your eyes. You couldn’t help but grin like a kid in a candy store, and he returned the smile.

You pulled him back in to kiss him, pulling him on top of you. One of his hands positioned itself next to your hip, one gripping your side. You wrapped your legs around the back of his thighs, you ran your right hand through his hair, and your other hand gripped his shoulder.

His mouth moved to where your collarbones meet, then slid all the way down your stomach.

Then you realized: you’d never done this before. Hell, him kissing you was only your second kiss. The first one was during a round of spin the bottle with your friends.

Your nervousness must’ve translated to your body because he suddenly stopped after kissing your hip bones.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and stared down at him. “What do you mean?”

“You’re squirming a lot. You seem nervous.”

You couldn’t hold back a groan. “It’s embarrassing.”

He squinted a bit. “Is this... your first time?” You didn’t answer. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s embarrassing,” you repeated.

“Why is it embarrassing?”

“I guarantee you I’m the only virgin here.” He gave you a look. Almost the same one you gave him not even a minute ago. And that’s when it hit you like a shovel. “Peter...”

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Are you-”

“Yeah. I-I’ve never done this either. It’s actually kind of comforting knowing I’m not the only one.”

He was right. Knowing that it would be both of your first times was comforting. This would be the first time in a long time that you wouldn’t feel out of place or like you didn’t belong.

You sat up and leaned forward, kissing him again. “You still want to?”

“You have no idea how badly I want to do this.”

You smiled and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Okay.”

“Lay back,” he whispered, in a slightly commanding tone.

You did what he told you, feeling him kissing your inner thighs. He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, giving himself better access. You could feel yourself practically dripping, and you really hoped that wasn’t a turnoff for him.

“Can I take these off?” he asked, sliding the tips of his fingers under your panties. You nodded, and he shook his head. “I need you to say it. Use your words.” His demand for verbal consent made you moan.

“Yes. Please, take them off.”

He wasted no time pulling them down your legs and dropping them on the floor. He propped your legs on his shoulders and his hand on your upper thighs where they meet your stomach. He was apparently a fan of teasing, because he continued kissing your thighs, eventually moving to your pussy lips, and everywhere around where you needed him most.

“Peter,” you whined. “Please.”

And without another word, his tongue licked a broad stripe along your clit, making you gasp. Slowly, he licked circles around that sensitive bud, making your hips grind into his face. Instinctively, your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, lightly tugging. He let out a groan, which sent vibrations through your body and made you shiver.

He then sucked extra hard, pulling back a bit, and letting go with a pop. You didn’t anticipate how good that would feel, and a loud moan left your mouth.

It didn’t take long at all for you to feel close to your climax, and he could tell. You were squirming more and more, and your moans were growing sloppy.

“Shit,” you whined, throwing your head back as you unintentionally yanked his hair harder than you meant to, causing him to grunt again.

The vibration sent you over the edge, your entire body trembling in euphoria.

“F-Fuck, Peter,” you cried out.

He had to hold your hips down, causing your back to arch and your heels to dig into his back. But he didn’t stop or slow down. He worked you through your orgasm, trying to make it as pleasurable for you as possible. Even with the music blasting outside, you were sure that people could hear you. But you didn’t care. You were completely engulfed in Peter and what he was doing.

When you came down from your high, he pulled away. Your head was spinning and your legs were sore from you stiffening them up. You noticed he was also out of breath, but he didn’t seem to mind much.

He pressed a couple of more kisses to your thighs before returning to eye level with you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then your mouth.

“Was that... okay?” he asked, looking into your eyes.

You giggled. “Oh, yeah. That was really good.”

His face was nothing but relief as he kissed you once more, scooting you further up the bed so he could get comfortable. You reached under you and unhooked your bra. When you threw it onto the floor, his face turned white.

“Are you okay?” you asked, slightly concerned.

“Yeah, just... you’re so beautiful.” You couldn’t help but smile. “And, also, I’ve kinda never seen boobs in real life before.” And that elicited a hearty laugh from you. “Are you making fun of me?” he joked with a chuckle.

“No, I just didn’t expect that.” You reached up and pushed his hair out of his face, tucking what you could behind his ear. “It’s your turn to take something off.”

Your fingers gripped the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving his torso bare and exposed.

God, he was beautiful. Chiseled and seemingly hand-crafted like a marble statue of a Greek god, every feature was perfect, like it was just meant to be there. His arms were thick with muscle and veiny, and the sight of them took your breath away.

“Wait,” you said, making him back off a little bit.

“What’s wrong?”

“Condom. We don’t have a condom.”

“Shit.” He stood up slipped his shirt back on, pulling it down enough to cover his still-growing boner. “I’ll go get one.”

And with that, he slipped out the door, leaving you naked on a stranger’s bed. It wasn’t ideal, but you’d rather do this than suffer the consequences. You bent a leg and used it to cover as much of your body from outside view as you could before crossing your arms over your nipples.

It wasn’t even a full minute before he came back. He took the time to lock the door, making sure you two weren’t interrupted.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you alone,” he said, leaning his head down and kissing your knee.

“It’s okay.” You smiled at him as he took his shirt back off and climbed back on top of you.

To get the two of you back in the mood, he ran his hand down your side and found his way back to your clit, fingering you slowly as he engulfed your mouth in his. You moaned into his mouth, lifting your hips to grind into his crotch.

“Peter, I’m gonna go crazy here.” You began undoing his jeans and he looked down at your hands, watching in awe as you enthusiastically helped him take them off. Once they were undone, he shimmied them down, giving you an opportunity to take a look at what you’d longed to see for years.

And your eyes got big. He was bigger than you expected. That’s not to say you thought he was small — you didn’t. But you didn’t expect him to be as big as he was. Your jaw dropped a bit, and he looked at you, holding up the condom.

“You sure about this?”

You didn’t feel like you could get words out, so you just pulled him in for a kiss. He returned it but pulled away after a moment.

“You have to say it, Y/N.” For the second time tonight, he insisted on verbal confirmation. If you were standing right then, you were sure you’d topple over.

“I’m sure. I want you, Peter. Please.”

He used his teeth to open the package, pulling out the lubricated piece of rubber. He sat up on his knees to put it on, and you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch. He struggled a bit but got it on.

He looked at you before leaning forward, taking his dick in one hand and positioning it at your entrance. He couldn’t help but tease you a bit, sliding the tip against where you needed him most a couple of times. He used his thighs to push your legs up toward you a bit, giving him easier access.

“Ready?” he whispered as he pressed his forehead to yours.

You nodded. “Ready.”

And with that, he gently pushed into you, both of you letting out throaty moans. Your eyebrows dipped down and you threw your head back, giving him free rein on your neck.

He moved slowly, allowing you time to adjust to him. He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in and filling you up more than you thought possible.

“Shit, Pete.” The nickname seemed to make him even harder. His fingers wrapped upward around your chin, turning your head and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He wasted no time picking up the pace, causing the room to fill with unholy sounds — skin slapping against skin, the squelching of your wetness, and out-of-sync moans, whines, and whimpers.

Your arms wrapped around his arms from underneath, your hands resting on his shoulder blades to pull him closer to you. Your nails dug into his skin and scratched, leaving red marks across his back.

Your feet wrapped around his hips, interlocking at the ankles and opening yourself up more for him. One of your hands reached up and gripped the back of his head, keeping his face buried in your neck. Your fingers ran through his hair, while the fingers of your other hand were still leaving marks on him.

His thrusts were quick but harsh, causing the bed to move side to side with him.

Swears toppled from both of your mouths between sloppy and passionate kisses, and now you were both leaving scratches on each other.

“Peter, stop for a second.”

He immediately pulled out and put a few inches between the two of you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “I, uh... I wanna be on top.”

His eyebrows slowly raised and he nodded, crawling over to sit against the headboard, propping the pillow in that spot vertically so he could lean against it. You slowly knee-walked over, positioning yourself so that your knees were on either side of him.

He looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes, his hands finding a place on your hips. You reached between you two and positioned his cock so it was aligned with your entrance, sinking yourself down onto him. One of his hands slid up to the middle of your back, pulling your chest closer to his face so he could kiss your boobs.

You began bouncing and grinding, gripping his face and turning it upward to look at you so you could interlock your lips again. His hands helped you along, making it easier for you to balance.

You could now feel yourself getting close to an orgasm, making your body temperature spike.

“P-Peter, I-”

“Are you getting close?”

“Uh-huh. So close. So, so close. Please.” You weren’t entirely sure why you were begging, but it felt right.

His moans began to get desperate and pleading, his fingers gripping you so hard that you were sure it’d leave bruises. Once again, you simply rested your forehead against his as you worked both of you up to your climaxes.

And it was the pad of his thumb that tipped you over the edge.

Tears streamed down your face as you were quickly overwhelmed, but you didn’t notice at first. Your orgasm was almost over when Peter’s legs bent upward as he involuntarily bucked his hips a bit, cumming roughly into the condom.

Your movements stilled, both of you fighting to catch your breath. Your legs were trembling and weak, and you dropped your hands to his shoulders. He let his head fall backward against the headboard, reaching up and pushing your hair behind your ears, followed by wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a small smile.

You nodded. “Yeah. I’m good.” You laughed a bit and he pulled you in for a kiss.

His right thumb stayed where it was, admiring you. “You’re just as beautiful sweaty.”

“Thanks,” you said sarcastically. Another kiss from him.

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Peter was on his back, you were on your side with your knee between his thighs. His arm was wrapped around your torso, his hand resting on your hip.

He had his fingers interlocked with yours, stroking the back of your hand. You two laid there under the covers for a little while before either of you said anything. He moved his head to give you a long kiss on your forehead, and you wrapped your arm around his stomach. The arm that was on your back moved up to your shoulders, keeping you close to him.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me that you liked me?” he asked.

“I didn’t really want to be humiliated if you didn’t feel the same.”

“You really need to stop caring what other people think about you. No offense.”

“You’re not just another person, Pete. You were the person I’ve been in love with since middle school. If I embarrassed myself and found out you didn’t feel the same... It just seemed a lot easier to avoid that heartbreak.”

He looked at you. “How could I not feel the same?”

You didn’t answer. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

He shrugged. “I guess for the same reasons. Never finding out seemed a lot easier than getting let down.”

“Never finding out?” You propped yourself up on your elbow and looked down at him. “You never would’ve said anything?”

“Probably not.”

You reached up and pushed his hair off his forehead. “I might need to stop caring about other people’s opinions, but you need to start saying what’s on your mind.”

“Deal.” He lifted his arm and stuck out his pinkie, and you took it with yours, laughing while you leaned down to kiss him deeply. “We should go out. On an actual date.”

“Really?”

“Of course. This can’t be the only thing that happens between us.”

You smiled. “Okay. Tomorrow. We can go to dinner.”

“Dinner. Tomorrow. It sounds like a plan.”

You got up and grabbed your bra and underwear, slipping them back on as he watched you with a smirk.

“I’ll have to sneak into the birthday girl’s room and steal some clothes.” You groaned, “My mom’s gonna kill me over that dress.”

Peter had begun getting dressed. “Throw it in the washer when you get home.”

“Assuming the washer will get it out.”

He grabbed his jacket that he’d sat on the bench at the end of the bed and handed it to you. “Now you just have to steal pants.”

You fought back a smile at the gesture. “Thanks.”

“I’ll go grab you some sweatpants.”

“Okay.”

You were tired, overjoyed, and excited. The boy you’d been in love with for almost a decade felt the same about you. You’d just spent an incredibly intimate moment with him, and he gave you his jacket. You had an official date with him tomorrow, and you’d never felt so much love from someone.

Maybe getting puked on wasn’t so bad after all.

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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HEADS WILL ROLL

THANK YOU FOR 800!!!!! I love every single one of you and appreciate you so much! I never thought people would like my writing, but decided to put myself out there because this is truly something I enjoy. Thank you for sticking with me during the hard times when I was offline and the good times when I have the inspiration to write my silly little fics, l cannot even express my gratitude.

contains: graphic smut, drug use, fluff, one night stand.

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I sway my hips and let myself dance freely among the crowd of people, not even paying attention to where Jessica was.

Suddenly I'm pulled from vibing, literally, I look at Jessica with a sour expression.

"Come on I want you to meet some people." She yells over the speakers.

I grasp her hand in mine attempting to not get lost in the sea of people, we make it to our section and I realize there were now two new bodies- neither of which were female.

"Girls night huh?" I say into her ear and she gives me a scolding look.

"This is James and Timothée, guys this is y/n." She introduces taking a seat across from them, I give a small smile and wave placing myself next to her.

"Call me Timmy." He holds out a hand for me to shake, staring me down. I smile taking hold of his, a feeling of electricity pulsing through the contact.

I sit sipping my drink while Jessica very obviously flirts with James, I make eye contact with the raven haired boy next to him. Damn. It was dark but I knew how attractive he was.

"Looks like you need a new drink, shall we?." He nods down to my empty glass with a smirk.

"Who am I to deny free drinks?" I return, he holds his hand out to help me up as we make our way to the bar.

We order our choice of poison and while waiting I can't help but notice he hadn't stopped staring since we met.

"So how do you know Jessica?" I question while thanking the bartender.

"Through friends, we actually met at a frat party. She's crazy." He chuckles to himself, "From what I remember she got so drunk she thought she could clear the back fence."

"Oh my god I was there for that, she absolutely ate it jumping that fence." We both hunch over in laughter reminiscing that night.

"I'm surprised I didn't see you there."

"Maybe you did but don't remember." I grin stirring my drink.

"No, I would've remembered a face like yours." He coyly says making a blush rise to my cheeks.

After talking at the bar for a little we decided it best to check on our friends. Jessica was sat next to James almost like she was waiting for something.

"What are you kids up to?" I tease taking my previous seat but now next to Timmy.

"Getting the party started." Jessica takes a small blue pill from his hand holding it out to me.

I take the pill from her hand looking at it with question. James hands out 3 more so everyone has one.

"You don't have to you know." Timothée reassures me with a smile, "I'll be right by your side if you decide to."

"Promise?" I bite my lip glancing back down at the pill between my fingers.

He holds his pinkie out to me and I interlock mine, the truest form of a swear, I watch him swallow his still debating in my head.

He takes it from my hands and cups my face, running his thumb across my lips, holding it up to my mouth and I part my lips allowing him to place it on my tongue. A sensual feeling takes over me from that moment, his eyes still never leaving me, it was like I was entranced.

"Good girl." He gives me a water to wash it down, "Dance with me."

After the fourth song I started to feel warm inside. The music felt like it was pulsing through my body, euphoria running through my veins, the lights and lasers become more vibrant.

Timmy tilts my head up to look at him, he looked more angelic than before leaving me breathless.

"It's hitting you isn't it." He smiles down at me, all I can muster is a nod.

"Me too." I realize his pupils were now blown as I'm sure mine were too.

The euphoria got more intense making me feel free, we danced carelessly together, his hands on my body making me feel safe.

He runs his hand over my stomach and I feel my eyes start to roll back with an unknown pleasure just from a touch. I wanted him like I've never wanted somebody before.

"Are you okay?" I hear his voice in my ear, I turn to look into his green orbs.

"Can we get out of here?" I place my hand on his.

"I'll get an uber."

We let our friends know we were leaving coming to find out they had the same idea. We safely made it back to my apartment building, both of us still feeling some of the effects of the drug.

With his hand in mine I guide him to my door, feeling the wallpaper in the halls along the way. I unlock the door allowing us both inside before locking it again.

"I like this, it's nice." I turn to see him eyeing my living quarters.

I take a step closer to him gripping the front of his shirt to pull him into me.

"Wait until you see the bedroom." I hover my lips over his and he parts them to speak, but ends up crashing his lips on mine.

It was intense and gentle at the same time, his mouth was sweet- intoxicating. I lead him back into my bedroom not breaking our kiss, he picks me up opening the door, and sets me on my dresser staying between my legs.

He breaks the kiss to attack my neck bringing a hand to my hair, his other creeping up my thigh. He unzips the back of my dress pulling it down to reveal my bare breasts.

"You're so beautiful." He breathes out taking himself back to gaze at me, only to devour my lips once more.

I lean back into the wall allowing him to free me from the rest of my dress, leaving me in heels and my thong. I start to reach for the strap of my shoe.

"Leave them on." He says against my lips grabbing my hand, bringing it back to his neck.

He picks me up and lays me gently onto the bed, hovering over my body. I remove his shirt kissing up his chest, to his neck, back to his lips. His hands feeling every inch of me, his tongue finds my nipple- swirling around and sucking gently.

"Tim-" I moan out from the sensation.

I feel him grin against my skin as his hand ventures down rubbing my mound through the satin fabric, I arch my hips up in an attempt to get more from him.

"Tell me what you want-" He brings his face close to mine, rubbing slightly harder. I only let out a low moan.

"Tell me."

"I want you Timothée." I whimper out, "I want you inside of me , please."

And with that I hear his belt unbuckling simultaneously he slips a finger inside of me, making me gasp out of pleasure and surprise.

"You're so wet for me already." He growls causing a moan to slip from my mouth.

He removes my panties and I flip him over kissing down his chest to the tip of his hard dick. I run my tongue along the length of him, swirling it around the tip before taking him in fully.

"Fuck." He grips my hair to guide me.

I continue using my tongue on his length, paying extra attention upon reaching the head. He pushes my head down making me almost gag before I adjust to his size.

"Fuck, that feels so good." He moans now fucking my throat.

I look up at him taking in his state, how undone he was coming from what I was doing. I bring my hand to his balls, fondling them gently as he thrusts in and out of my mouth.

"Oh my god, I'm about to cum-" He almost whines. With one last thrust his sweet juices fill my mouth, leaking down my throat.

"You taste so good baby." I whisper in his ear as he brings me back up.

He pulls me on top of him, lowering me down slowly onto his still erect member. I let out a moan as he reaches deeper inside of me, my walls adjusting to him.

"So big, too big-" I moan out as I start riding him, making sure to feel his whole length in my dripping crevice.

His hands guide me up and down almost supporting me as I bounce up and down.

"You're so tight y/n fuck." He grunts out watching my movements.

As if he could feel my legs start to get sore, he flips us over putting my legs over his shoulders. He thrusts slowly into me letting me get used to the position before pounding into me mercilessly.

"Fuck Timothé, FUCK. Right there!" I yell out as he reaches my spot.

"You want me to fuck you right here?" He taunts now slowing his thrusts, making me groan in frustration.

"Fuck me baby please-" I beg pulling his hips into me deeper.

He picks the pace back up making me arch my back, moaning uncontrollably. I feel a knot build up in my stomach. My eyes rolling back and legs shaking he pulls my face toward him.

"Cum for me baby, look at me." His lips parted.

His hand travels to grip my neck sending me over the edge, I feel my walls tighten around him as I reach my climax.

"Timothée!" I moan over and over as my juices flow out of me, shortly after he releases for the second time. Filling me up with his warm liquid.

"Fuck that was the best sex I've ever had." He breathes out falling next to me on the bed.

"Round two?" I pant earning a smile from him.

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tyonfs · 4 years

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cat & mouse

❝ rule number one of bro code states that sisters are completely off-limits, and, y/n, we just pushed that limit. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, crack, fluff, college au, friends with benefits au

WARNINGS ▸ lots of !! sexual tension !! and jaemin acting like a dick, protective big brother!jaehyun, lots of sneaking around, jaemin calls you princess a lot, teasing, fingering, alcohol consumption, hooking up, thigh riding, smut, oral sex, aftercare

SUMMARY ▸ tired of meaningless hookups and dull parties, na jaemin had always been hesitant to indulge himself. that is, of course, until he met you. however, upon realizing you’re none other than jeong jaehyun’s little sister, jaemin has to keep his relationship with you under wraps to make sure his team captain doesn’t find out.

PLAYLIST ▸ move! by niki • playinwitme by kyle (feat. kehlani)

WORD COUNT ▸ 17713 words

TAG LIST ▸ @chubsluda @celestialchans @treasurestay @luvlyjaemin @lanadreamie @kylomeyon @taehinsano @jenotation @ovelha-colorida-v @hrjflrt @to-blessed-2-be-stressed @honeyju @chanluster @sweetjaemss @najaemsenthusiastttt @neovrse @jjikyuu @treasurestay @ahgastayzen @wcnderlandss @jaehy9ngs @jaemxins @syhznanny @lilminyoongles @bbnana

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ thank you so much for all of your love and support !! it’s beyond me & i hope you guys enjoy this ! part of the dunk shot! series but it can be read separately ♡

NA JAEMIN HATED PARTIES.

In the same vein, he hated basketball to an extent. It wasn’t the sport itself that he despised, it was the commitments that followed it. As a vital player on the team, he was obligated to attend every afterparty despite how much he loathed parties. Yet, what he couldn’t stand was being nagged by his teammates, so Jaemin went to the parties. He went to the parties and drank until he was numb and the party was tolerable.

He didn’t even like drinking that much, but he didn’t have much of a choice when most of the members of the basketball team were his seniors. Jaemin was pretty sure his brain cells depleted one-by-one every time he took a shot, but sometimes he got away with faking his alcohol intake when the others were too drunk to keep track. His best friend, Lee Jeno, on the other hand, lived for parties like this. Jaemin used that to his advantage; Jeno was the perfect target to hand off his unwanted shots to.

“Jaemin!” Jeong Jaehyun, the captain of the basketball team, made his presence known easily. After all, the parties were always hosted at his house. “Let’s do a love shot.”

If it were anyone else, Jaemin would’ve turned them down with some sarcastic, witty comeback. However, Jaehyun was different. Jaemin admired him since they were high schoolers on the basketball team. Jaehyun was two years older but his skills were on another level. Jaemin had always worked to see if he could surpass him but to no avail.

“Sure.” Jaemin got off of the couch, where he was aimlessly scrolling through his social media and observing the party. He followed Jaehyun to the kitchen counter. “You got tequila?”

It was a stupid question. Jaehyun was loaded; his supply of alcohol seemed endless.

“Of course,” Jaehyun replied. He took a red solo cup and measured a shot of tequila. “By the way, why don’t you talk to any of the girls here? You seem tense. You should get laid.”

It wasn’t like Jaemin intentionally avoided the girls. He just had no interest in people who wanted to blindly hook-up and forget about it the next morning. He didn’t completely ignore them either. Jaemin distinctly remembered a pretty blonde passing him her vape pen, which he politely refused. While he didn’t mind destroying his liver, he wanted to keep his lungs intact.

“There’s no one here I want to fuck,” was Jaemin’s impassive response. “Especially not when they’re drunk off their ass.”

“Is that so? How much did you drink tonight?”

“This is my third or fourth shot, I think.”

Jaehyun snorted and held out the red solo cup to him. “Well, here’s to your intact virginity.”

“I’m not a virgin.” Jaemin took the cup and swished its contents around. “Can’t we toast to something more practical? Like basketball?”

A chuckle escaped Jaehyun’s lips, bemused like a father to his son. He eyed Jaemin as he held the red solo cup to his lips. “Ready?”

Jaehyun didn’t wait for Jaemin, though. He tipped his cup up, downing the contents, and Jaemin followed suit as quickly as he could. The tequila was a smooth burn down his throat, but it made Jaemin feel slow and hazy. The fire spread across his chest, spreading to his arms, legs, and then his head. He felt fuzzy and was sure he had hit his limit for the night.

Jaemin took an unstable step forward, and Jaehyun put a firm hand on his shoulder, asking, “You good?” to which Jaemin answered with a dazed nod. With a grin, Jaehyun patted his back firmly. “See you when we’re both conscious again, man.”

The next thirty minutes were a blur. Jaemin found himself at a beer pong table and, in his drunken state, pretended he was practicing his free throws while he relished the crowd cheering him on. He felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, cheering wildly at the side until he got a headache. Eventually, the house felt too stuffy and he decided to go out to the backyard to let his buzz fade out.

Outside wasn’t any better. The cheers were louder outside and the music was still blasting. The fog in Jaemin’s head thickened and he was sure he felt hands trying to guide him to the pool, but he brushed them off. He narrowed his eyes onto a lawn chair and willed himself to walk straight towards it.

Sit, he ordered himself. Do not get in the pool and make a fool out of yourself.

After pushing past a few of his teammates and the girls hovering around them, Jaemin’s knees buckled under him as soon as he got to the lawn chair. It was damp when he sat down, but he was too drunk and dazed to care. Jaemin looked up at the sky, unfocused, and was only pulled from his thoughts when his phone went off.

annoying jeno: where tf did u go? this girl wants me to introduce her to u

It was time for another shot.

Jaemin felt heavy. He sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair, and spotted a red solo cup on the side table to his right. He reached for it and inspected the contents, sloshing it around sluggishly until he noticed a pair of eyes boring into him.

You were isolating yourself from the rest of the party, just like him. You weren’t giving him the sex eyes like he had expected; you looked more confused. Unlike Jaemin, you looked much more sober and functional. It was painfully obvious by the way Jaemin couldn’t seem to focus on you without seeing double.

He wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol in his system, but Jaemin had no idea who you were, but fuck, he wanted to. He pushed it down, though. Hookups were never fulfilling, and Jaemin wasn’t here to let himself go.

“Why are you staring at me?” Jaemin asked in a low voice, trying to speak coherently without slurring his words. He wasn’t sure if it worked, but you seemed to understand.

To his surprise, you fired a question back at him. “What are you doing?”

Jaemin wasn’t sure how to answer that. He was obviously drunk off his ass, so what was he supposed to explain when it was clear as day?

“Waiting for this stupid party to be over,” Jaemin replied. He dropped his gaze back to the cup he held on his lap. “Why are you still staring? I’m not interested.”

“You’re holding my drink.”

Jaemin stilled. He looked between you and the cup for a moment before muttering a pathetic “oh.” He flushed and held the cup out to you. “Sorry.”

You took the cup gingerly and downed your shot before advising him, “You know, you shouldn’t be taking random cups and drinking from them at parties. You never know what they could be laced with.”

Jaemin’s head lolled to the side, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He didn’t want to join the party, but he didn’t want to sit back and be scolded. He was debating making a run for the fence in Jaehyun’s backyard. His house was only a few blocks away and he was pretty sure he’d be sober enough to make it. Jeno, however, was the obstacle he was worried about. If he ran off without telling Jeno (who was going to disapprove anyway), he was sure to get an earful the next day.

“Also,” you continued, “don’t go around assuming every girl who looks in your general direction wants to fuck you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jaemin grumbled, too drained to argue back. “Shouldn’t you be partying with everyone? It’s depressing over here.”

“This isn’t my party to celebrate,” you said, biting down on the rim of your cup delicately. “I’m just here for the drinks.”

Jaemin didn’t know what to say to that, so he decided to introduce himself. “I’m Na Jaemin, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you replied. ��Pleasure to meet you, Na Jaemin.”

Jaemin’s eyelashes were obscuring his vision as he tried to squint to make you out. He wasn’t sure if it was the drunken stupor, but you were breathtaking. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that Jaemin was currently seeing double of you. Jaemin wasn’t sure how he had ever missed you at any of the other parties (if you even showed up to those), but he was glad he snuck away to the backyard now.

Jaemin turned back to look at the scene before him, full of shrieks and shouts from partygoers as they danced off-beat to the blasting music. He almost didn’t notice the ultimate bastard, Yuta Nakamoto, walking over with his eyes set on not Jaemin, but you. Yuta only seemed to see Jaemin when he neared the two and, despite the awkward pause in the air, held his hand up to fistbump him. Jaemin lazily returned it, not really processing until seconds later when Yuta had already passed him.

It wasn’t that Yuta and Jaemin had any bad blood between them. Rather, Jaemin found the older boy quite fun to be around, and on top of that, he was a really supportive and caring teammate. However, when it came to parties, Yuta tended to be a lot more high-energy than Jaemin was.

“Hey, Y/N,” Yuta crooned deviously, standing over you with his hands shoved in his pockets. He crouched down so he was at eye-level with you, holding onto the arm of your chair. “Care to dance with me?”

“Yuta Nakamoto,” you drawled, a smile appearing on your lips. “I’m good over here, but you go have fun.”

Yuta stood up again, a cat-like grin spreading from ear-to-ear across his face as he stepped back toward the pool. “You’re gonna miss out, Y/N. You cool with that?”

The smile never left your lips as you rolled your eyes at him. Yuta turned to dive into the pool, making Jaemin’s nose scrunch as the splash was big enough to get water on his clothes. When Yuta surfaced, he smoothed his hair back and wiped the excess water from his face. He caught your eye again, winking before swimming toward Jungwoo and splashing him, leaving you shaking your head and chuckling.

“You two close?” Jaemin asked in a mumble, not quite sure where he was going with the sudden conversation.

You were shocked momentarily, but smiled when you looked over at Jaemin. “Let’s just say he wants to get in my pants but I find the age gap inappropriate.”

Jaemin snorted. “Really? How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

Jaemin rose a brow. He was just a year older than you but not so far off from Yuta. He hadn’t seen many college students be so conscious of a legal age difference of a year or two. After all, nearly everyone was an adult anyway.

“That’s not so far off from Yuta,” he told you.

You hid a smile, nearly going unnoticed under the dim light, but Jaemin had just caught it in time. “He’s like, my brother’s age,” you replied. “It’s just weird.”

Jaemin didn’t really get it, but he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to. He was an only child so he didn’t really think his opinion was valid anyway. Yet, he must have been looking at you weird because you bit your lip and shrunk under his gaze. Jaemin swallowed and turned back to look down at his feet, trying to get his head out of the clouds, but the buzz was still too strong.

He couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “What if it was me?”

“Huh?”

He wasn’t looking at you but he could feel your gaze boring into him. Jaemin wanted to melt into a puddle then and there. He was never the type to make a move like that, usually expecting girls to approach him, but now that he did, his skin was crawling with shame. Although, he figured it wouldn’t be too bad if he ended the night in bed with you.

Jaemin worked up the courage to turn his gaze to you. “I’m a year older than you. Would you be down if it was me?”

“Yeah,” you admitted bluntly, causing the tips of Jaemin’s ears to go red. “But I don’t know you, so…”

“Do you want to?” he asked, then clarified, “Get to know me, I mean.”

The two of you were silent for a moment, and it was far more deafening than the booming party around them. Jaemin’s gaze dropped from your face to look back at the college students wading around in the pool. Someone must have messed with the pool because it had started to fill up with bubbles, making the crowd cheer louder. Entranced, Jaemin nearly didn’t notice you when you were standing right over him. He arched a brow at you, scooting back a little out of shock.

“Do you want to get out of here then?”

You were smiling coyly and Jaemin didn’t have the willpower to resist anymore. He stood up, looking around for Jeno, before turning to you and nodding. Everyone was so consumed with the pool foaming up that it would be easy for them to escape from the backyard.

“I’m way too drunk to drive, but we can go for a walk,” Jaemin suggested, leading her out through the backyard fence. He had escaped from there countless times, only for Jeno to drag him back, but this time, Jeno was preoccupied.

Yet, something unsettled him about not informing his best friend, so he decided to shoot him a quick text.

jaemin: i’ll see u back home, i’m with a girl lol

annoying jeno: deadass? have fun

Now, at least Jaemin had one thing off his chest.

“So what’s your deal?” Jaemin asked you as he tried to focus on walking in a straight line. “You have guys like Yuta Nakamoto lining up for you and you’re passing up my boy?”

“If he’s your boy then why are you trying to make a pass at me?” you shot back, grabbing his arm to provide leverage when he stumbled.

“Touché,” Jaemin grumbled. “It’s not like he was scoring, so I might as well shoot my shot.”

“Did you score?”

The corner of Jaemin’s mouth twitched. “That’s for you to decide, isn’t it?”

Mutual attraction was such a strange feeling because the sexual tension was there and so loud. Granted, about 90% of it came from Jaemin, but something about the way you were still holding onto his arm and laughing at his stupid jokes made him feel like something was going to happen tonight.

“We should stargaze,” you offered, pointing at a grassy hill behind a park the both of you were passing by. Jaemin nodded in response, so you dragged him by the arm to the chosen location.

Stargazing meant laying down, and laying down meant not having to focus on walking in a straight line anymore, so it sounded absolutely heavenly to Jaemin right now. Somehow, he felt like such an amateur right now. No girl had ever asked him to lay down and stargaze with him; they always just skipped to the bedroom fun.

You let go of Jaemin to lay down on the grass, positioning yourself like a starfish before patting the space next to you and then moving your hands to rest on your stomach. You looked entranced with the stars above you, but the moment Jaemin laid down next to you, you turned to him, catching him off-guard. Jaemin’s eyes flickered from you to the sky above.

“The stars are beautiful,” he said weakly.

He couldn’t even see the fucking stars.

“Damn, I thought you were gonna call me beautiful for a second,” you teased, nudging his shoulder lightly.

“You wish,” Jaemin said with a light snort, swallowing thickly. “There’s no way I’m calling a girl that over my dead body.”

He was a terrible liar. It was clear when Na Jaemin was feeling lustful. His eyes would turn half-lidded and his voice would drop a few octaves. Right now, all of that was happening along with his fingers twitching at his sides. You were looking back up at the sky when he turned his head to look at you, and god, you were so pretty.

“Girls must come running for you,” you told him, “otherwise I really can’t figure out the ego.”

“That’s the problem when you’re a star basketball player and devilishly handsome.” Jaemin grinned, folding his arms behind his head. “You turn out like me.”

“How mortifying.”

“I know, right?” Jaemin turned onto his side for a brief moment to look at you. “How come I’ve never seen you around before. I’m sure I would’ve remembered…”

“Because I’m beautiful?” you offered.

Jaemin groaned, pink dusting his cheeks. “Why are you so fixed on that?”

You laughed in response while Jaemin just stared at the heartstopping curve of your lips. He felt himself grow hot, anticipation mixed with the weight of the situation. He had never been the type to feel so jittery around a girl, but here he was, a touch anxious because he was afraid of doing something wrong.

“That’s Orion’s Belt there,” you pointed out. “Can you see Betelgeuse?”

You turned to look at Jaemin to see if you had his attention, but did a double-take upon realizing that you, in fact, had his full attention. His eyes were directly on you, not the night sky above. The both of you were so painfully close, and Jaemin couldn’t resist when he reached over to brush a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“I can’t see the stars,” he mumbled, his large hand moving to cup your cheek. When your gazes were locked, he caressed your cheek with his thumb gently and leaned in to kiss you.

Well, he was about to kiss you until he felt your finger pressing against his lips.

“I’m down for whatever,” you told him sweetly, “but I don’t kiss on the first date.”

Jaemin wasn’t sure what to make of that. Sure, he found it a little weird, but he could see the reasoning behind it. You were probably one of those people who saved your kisses for something special—whatever that meant. Honestly, Jaemin didn’t really care about the significance, but he did know it would be amplified if he found “the one.”

“So this is a date now?” he asked, amused.

“Somewhat.”

Jaemin huffed lightly and leaned back, letting his hand retract back to his side. “Down for whatever? Even sex?”

You raised a very attractive eyebrow at him, making Jaemin short-circuit for a split second. “If you play your cards right,” you said airily, your voice all light and fluffy.

“Down for whatever but the offer isn’t extended to anyone over the age of twenty-one.”

You punched his shoulder hard this time. “Bite me.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Whatever made Jaemin’s confidence swell was taking over fast. In seconds, Jaemin propped himself up with his elbow, using his free hand to brush your hair to the side and tilting your neck so he could have easier access to it.

To test the waters, Jaemin nipped at your supple skin, earning a hitch in your slowed breathing that encouraged him to do more. Jaemin left open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking harshly with each one. He licked his lips when he pulled away to look at your neck. You were tough to bruise but he loved a challenge. He maneuvered his body over you so he could indulge himself further, holding himself up with his forearms.

Jaemin dipped under your chin again, ravishing the side of your neck that he targeted. He littered the column of your neck with dark hickeys, smirking against your skin upon the sight. You were a squirming mess under him, tugging at his hair and bucking your hips up against his. Jaemin grunted softly, his hands pushing your hips down so you could no longer tempt him.

You wrapped your hands around him, one hand sliding up the nape of his neck to curl your fingers in his hair. Hands weren’t normally something that made Jaemin weak, but yours were driving him crazy with one in his hair and the other bunching up the fabric of his shirt.

He cupped the apex of your jeans, smug as you whined at his touch, yearning for more. Jaemin’s free hand grazed your waist before he lowered it to your hip. He pulled away from your neck to meet your gaze, biting his lip at your lustful expression.

“Can I?” he asked, pressing down slightly against your apex.

You nodded, about to say something but got cut off when Jaemin moved his hand down and palmed your clothed clit. Jaemin smirked once he heard the soft sigh falling from your lips. His breathing got heavier, mixing with yours as he started fumbling to unbutton your jeans.

You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Jaemin…”

Jaemin swallowed hard and tugged your jeans down your hips a little. He felt like he was losing control with every touch. He just wanted to hold you in his arms and spend the rest of the night with you, and it was impossible to shake off that feeling when you were looking at him like that.

He playfully snapped the waistband of your panties, letting out a chuckle when your face twisted up and you pushed at his chest. Then, you drew him closer again and guided his hand down your pants. Jaemin took a shaky breath when he felt how wet you were. It filled him with pride, of course, but he had suddenly felt so nervous. He had hooked up with girls before, but this felt weird to him. Different, to an extent. They were just going through the motions, but he was struck with some strange feeling that he didn’t want to mess up or do something wrong. It was like his first time all over again when he had no idea what he was doing.

His silent cry for help was answered with rain.

“Jesus, it’s raining now?” Jaemin asked with a disapproving huff, pulling his hand out of your pants. He wondered if the people in Jaehyun’s backyard were going to move back inside or keep partying through rain and storm.

“It is?” You frowned and reached a hand over him to catch some raindrops. “You make a nice umbrella, Na Jaemin.”

“How kind of you,” Jaemin replied, a bit distracted by the rain pelting his back. “Should we make a run back to Jaehyun’s or do you want to, like…”

“Do I want to do it outside in the rain?” you asked, quirking a brow at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Worth a shot.”

Jaemin hauled himself up to his feet, holding a hand out for you so you could stand. You started patting down your clothes and fixing your fly. Jaemin did the same, making sure he looked presentable but he kept quiet about the dark hickey on the side of your neck. He squinted up at the drizzle of rain from the sky.

Cockblock, Jaemin thought bitterly.

Yet another distraction came in the form of a text message. Specifically, a text message from Lee Jeno.

annoying jeno: i’m going back to the apartment and ik ur with a girl but i left the keys at home so pls open the door

“Son of a bitch,” Jaemin grumbled to himself. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and looked at you when he noticed your questioning stare. Jaemin ran his hands down your arms, then held your waist gently. “I have to go.”

“Go?” you asked him, startled.

“Yeah,” Jaemin replied with a sigh, not wanting to divulge how idiotic his roommate was. “Can I get your number?”

This perked you right up, thankfully. Jaemin was satisfied as he watched you enter your phone number in his phone. This almost made him feel better about having to leave you alone to walk back to Jaehyun’s house in the rain.

Scratch that. He still felt like a piece of shit.

Jaemin slept off the party rather well.

He was in a bit of a mood, however, seeming tired and cranky in the morning. He had nearly thrown his phone at Jeno’s face when his best friend tried to shake him awake in the morning. It was a miracle that he showed up on time for his lecture. Around the afternoon, he received a text from you and was far more awake and alert after that. By the time he got to basketball, though, he was in a much better mood.

That is, until Jaehyun called for a team meeting.

The basketball team members were all sitting on the bleachers, waiting for a pissed-off Jaehyun to speak. Jeno picked at his nails next to Jaemin while YangYang in front of them was fiddling with the basketball. Jaehyun was only ever serious during games, but now his anger showed in a subtle and scary way that even Taeyong was a bit shaken by the change in his mood.

“Now, I’m going to say this once and you all better listen up carefully,” Jaehyun said in a low, dangerous voice. “If anyone—and I mean anyone—lays a hand on my little sister, then I will make sure you look uglier than you already are.”

Taeyong whistled lowly, impressed.

“Yuta,” Jaehyun continued, eyes narrowing at the older boy, “this message was inspired by you.”

“Received, reflecting, and apologizing,” Yuta said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’ll back off, Captain.”

“Good,” Jaehyun replied curtly as Yuta and Taeyong started to banter playfully over the topic.

Jaemin was unsettled. Jaehyun was upset over someone going after his younger sister? Now, Yuta was a flirt, but he recalled him pining for you last night and there was no way you were Jaehyun’s sister, right?

“Hey, Jeno.” Jaemin nudged the boy with his elbow. “Who exactly is Jaehyun’s sister?”

“Isn’t it Jeong Y/N?” he answered.

Goodbye world, was Jaemin’s first thought.

Yuta was flirting with you last night, but Jaemin straight-up nearly fingered you and—oh god, the hickey. Jaemin was at the end of his line right now, and if you said anything to Jaehyun, he was sure he was going to get his ass beat. He was starting to regret giving up his non-hookup life because of you; the only person Jaemin was flirting with now was Death.

“You good?” Jeno’s brows were knitted in concern.

“Jeno.” Jaemin swallowed down the dry lump in his throat. “Remember how I told you I was with a girl last night?”

“Yeah?” Jeno asked, searching Jaemin’s eyes for an answer. He found it rather quickly, eyes widening and voice dropping to a whisper. “Oh my god.” His gaze flickered from Jaemin to Jaehyun several times. “What are you going to do?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Jaemin whispered back. “We were both drunk. I’ll just ghost her subtly and she’ll forget about me. Easy.”

Jeno raised a brow at his plan. “Is hooking up with Jaehyun’s little sister worse than breaking her heart?”

“Oh please, it was one night. Give it a day or two. She won’t give a fuck.” Even though I kind of do, he added in his head.

The next time Jaemin saw you was after practice ended a few days later.

It had to be impossible that you could look any better than you did the last time he saw you, but here you were. It was unfair, really. Jaemin was a college student that was amped up with testosterone and hormones, and now he had no place to channel it. He was a second away from dragging you into an empty room and letting himself go with you, but then he remembered your older brother, and the horny thoughts dissolved into fear and shame.

“Ah, Jaemin,” you greeted with a cheerful smile.

Fuck, why did you have to be so cute?

Jaemin opened his mouth to reply, but quickly closed it and looked away from you. He leaned against the side of the bleachers and sighed while you were puzzled by his behavior. Although he wanted to ignore you, you were right there and the two of you were alone. Jaemin knew that the other guys wouldn’t be out of the locker rooms for another five minutes.

His gaze dropped to your hickey. It was so clear that you didn’t bother trying to cover it up, and the sight made Jaemin feel proud in some twisted way. Instinctively, he reached over and brushed his thumb over the sensitive bruise, smirking when you shivered.

“It looks good on you,” Jaemin complimented.

“Thanks.” You scoffed, then a mischievous glint shone in your eyes. “Maybe you should give me some more then.”

Jaemin stiffened, in a lot more ways than he should’ve. He gritted his teeth, willing the blood not to rush down all at once. He could not get horny at school when Jaehyun could walk out any second. And the older boy did. Jaemin backed away from you instantly, acting as if you were just some stranger passing by.

“I’ll pass,” he muttered under his breath and was sure you heard when he saw your face drop.

Great. Now he felt like an asshole.

“I gotta go,” he mumbled quickly before you could say anything else, moving past you to walk over to Jeno, high-fiving Jaehyun as he did. Jaemin didn’t have time to register your expression, but nevertheless, he felt like shit.

Jeno looked suspicious as Jaemin approached him. “Did you…”

“End it?” Jaemin finished for him. “I think so.”

“Can you just stop being a dick and talk to her?”

Ticked off, Jaemin took a deep breath. “If I talk to her, then one thing will lead to another, and Jaehyun—”

“Jaemin,” Jeno interrupted. “This isn’t about Jaehyun. This is about you and Y/N.”

Jaemin screamed out something incomprehensible and put his hands over his ears. “I can’t hear you, Lee Jeno. Can’t hear you over me getting ready to go to a party and get wasted tonight.”

“Na Jaemin, you’re my best friend but you’re an idiot.”

“I know that.” Jaemin made a face. “But it’s time for me to go and forget that.”

Jaemin never failed to forget how much he hated parties. He was starting to regret showing up in the first place. One of his teammates, Jungwoo, had let him into his frat party. Normally, guys were selectively chosen because the frat boys wanted more girls, but Jaemin was wasting his opportunity of getting in by doing absolutely nothing.

This was why he didn’t like drinking. He wasn’t even fun when he was drunk; Jeno was a social butterfly, Yuta was a flirt, but Jaemin would just wonder if plants existed and think about you.

“You look pissed off,” Jungwoo observed, holding out a red dixie cup to him. “Are you sure you want to party?”

“Yes,” Jaemin grumbled, taking the cup from him and downing it in seconds. “I need to let go.”

“Of?”

“Myself.”

Jaemin patted Jungwoo’s back firmly and moved to the kitchen to pour himself another shot. He didn’t know what he was thinking. He let himself get all worked up over some girl he barely even hooked up with. All he did was kiss your neck and here Jaemin was, looking like some cheap, heartbroken loser.

Oh, Jaemin thought out of the blue. I never told her she was pretty.

Jaemin took another shot, closing his eyes firmly as he thought of laying next to you again under the stars. Your lips looked so soft and kissable, your eyes so curious and alluring. He tried to push it away and focus on the party and getting drunk, but you kept appearing in his head like a mirage.

Let go, Jaemin, he told himself. Indulge yourself.

Jaemin leaned against the counter, bored. He sloshed the contents of his cup around, taking another shot when he felt the buzz start to wear out. A pretty brunette walked past him, flashing a coy smile.

He supposed she was one of the cheerleaders, or maybe she was a sorority girl. Either way, she was attractive and Jaemin could use the physical contact tonight. Part of him felt like it was the wrong thing to do, but all he could think about was how annoying it was to overthink every little thing he did.

Jaemin made his way over to her, tapping people’s shoulders and maneuvering his way through the cramped frat house. Everyone was clustered like schools of fish. Jaemin hated this kind of environment, but nevertheless, he put on a mask and did his best to fit in.

“Hey,” he greeted the girl once he found her. “I’m Na Jaemin.”

She smiled in that pretty way again. “I know you. You’re on the basketball team.” She looked embarrassed for a moment, flushing as she tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I bet you don’t know me, though.”

“I don’t,” Jaemin admitted, “but you have a gorgeous smile.”

She beamed at this. “Hey, could you hold my cup for a second?” she asked, holding out her red dixie cup to him.

You want me to hold your cup when you can barely hold a conversation? Jaemin thought distastefully but took the cup anyway.

He leaned against the kitchen counter and waited for her patiently, and when she came back, Jaemin could tell she had left to touch-up her makeup. He could also detect the faintest spritz of perfume, but he wasn’t exactly sure, so he leaned closer to make sure.

Jaemin wasn’t sure how they ended up making out in one of the empty bedrooms upstairs, but by the time she was taking off her bra, he wanted to leave. He did his best not to look as bored as he felt throughout the heavy petting and removal of clothing, but his biggest fuck-up was worse than he had expected.

Even Jaemin himself felt mortified by what had just escaped his lips. By the disgusted look in the girl’s eyes, he was fairly confident this was going to spread around the school. As Jaemin was trying to conjure up some excuse for his actions, the girl stood up and started gathering her clothes.

“I’m not Y/N,” she muttered and left him alone in the room.

“Well, shit,” Jaemin grumbled, running a hand through his tousled hair after she left. “Should’ve told me your name then.”

Jaemin laid back on the bed, putting his hands over his face. He was royally screwed at this point and wondered if he had a shot at redemption. The fact that you were still on his mind was messing with him. Even now, after totally embarrassing himself, he was still stuck on you. To avoid further embarrassment, he pulled out his phone to deflect whatever impulsive action was creeping up his limbs.

jaemin: ok jeno im texting u instead of drunk texting y/n and confessing how badly i wanna kiss her

y/n: hi this is y/n

Jaemin wondered what sin he committed in his past life to get this unlucky.

jaemin: shit

jaemin: don’t talk to me i’m drunk at a party

y/n: jaemin you texted me first

jaemin: ugh i wanna see u so bad

jaemin: wanna make it up to u

y/n: oh my

y/n: you’re a little too drunk for that

y/n: but send me the address. i’ll come over and take you home

Jaemin was 98.75% sure that this was, by far, the stupidest thing he could do. Nevertheless, he shared his address with you and waited for you to come to get him. He hung out with Jungwoo in the meantime, slinging an arm around the older boy’s shoulder and confessing his embarrassing hookup while Jungwoo was high as a kite.

When you texted Jaemin that you were outside the frat house, he opened the door almost instantly. Jaemin couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face when you were standing right in front of him. You opened your mouth to say something, but Jaemin cut you off.

“I might have… might have called out your name during a hookup,” he confessed, slurring his words while he tried to speak coherently.

You looked like you were deciding whether to think it was funny or be suspicious over the fact that he tried to hook up with someone and then texted you afterward. Eventually, you ended up laughing at his story, tutting at his actions. Jaemin walked by your side, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He closed his eyes in an attempt to come back to his senses, only to be dragged back onto the sidewalk by you because he was apparently straying into the road.

“How much did you drink?” was your first question and one that Jaemin wasn’t sure he had an answer for.

“Six? Seven shots?” Jaemin counted but lost track after he held up five fingers. “I haven’t gotten this hammered in a while.”

“You’ve been flighty,” you told him. “I thought I wasn’t going to hear from you again.”

Jaemin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “That was the plan.”

“What?”

End it now, Jaemin, the devious half of his mind instructed. Break it off before it’s too late.

“I don’t exactly do hookups anymore, Y/N,” he said, which wasn’t exactly a lie, but you happened to break that streak for him. But then came the lie. “I’m not looking for anything serious now either, and I’m sure you aren’t.”

They walked in silence onto the campus grounds, turning into the street where the student apartments were. You looked down at your feet, a little more disappointed than Jaemin had expected. More than that, it looked as though you were embarrassed.

Cue Na Jaemin feeling like a douchebag, which he was.

“Aren’t you the one who asked if I wanted to get to know you?” you asked him, brow arched.

Jaemin panicked, his words trapped in his throat for a second. Well, you got him there. He didn’t have a good excuse that made him sound less of a dick. Although, he was already probably about to be blacklisted from your life pretty soon, so it didn’t really matter.

“I was drunk,” Jaemin said as his brain was trying to throw random words at him. “I didn’t know what I was thinking.”

They made it to Jaemin’s apartment, which was thankfully on the first floor because he didn’t think he could stand an awkward elevator ride with you. You didn’t look at Jaemin once, but it didn’t seem as though you were angry. Rather, you looked confused, but Jaemin swallowed down his guilt and took a step back once they were at his door.

“Besides,” he continued shamelessly to deliver the final blow, “you always have Yuta.”

You rolled your eyes at him and stormed off at once after those words. Jaemin was left alone, still looking down at his feet. He let out a long, dragged-out sigh, hitting his head back against the solid wood of his door.

“Idiot,” he scolded himself.

It took Jaemin a whole week and a half to get over you.

Even then, he didn’t really get over what happened. He just stopped blaming himself for it in front of Jeno and internalized everything else. Talking to Jeno didn’t really help, anyway, because Jaemin would just be hit with the “I told you so” and then be silently judged by his best friend.

Jeno had gone home for the long weekend, though, so Jaemin could finally mope about his apartment without Jeno smacking him upside the head and calling him a loser. Although Jaemin agreed with that, he was tired of remembering how shitty of a person and it was a constant reminder of how he treated you.

Although, he didn’t expect that reminder to physically manifest when he saw you in the hallway of his apartment on Friday night.

“Y/N?” he blurted out impulsively.

Jaemin had just decided to get something from the vending machine, not expecting to see you when he was standing in front of his doorway in his grey sweatpants and lack of shirt. His hair was bedraggled from staying in bed all day after his morning lecture ended. In short, he wasn’t exactly presentable and this wasn’t the look he wanted you to see.

“Jaemin,” you said softly, looking a bit startled. “I was just leaving my friend’s place.”

“Look—”

“It’s fine, Jaemin.” You managed a small smile for him. “There’s no hard feelings, okay? Water under the bridge.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you said, biting your lip afterward. “I just hope you’re not one of those guys who ghosts the girl if they don’t get sex out of it.”

Jaemin could feel the ice in your tone but brushed it off. “Honestly, I don’t care about sex that much.”

“Then what do you care about?”

Jaemin fixed his gaze on you, narrowing his eyes. He should have been grateful that you didn’t take it too personally and had forgiven him, but something was off. He didn’t doubt your reasons for being here, but an undercurrent of desire was definitely still there.

His morals were bouncing around his skull, warring with each other. Jaehyun was yelling at him to stop, but you were also there, and so fucking pretty. You wanted him, and he wanted you—it was almost perfect if it weren’t for your overprotective older brother who Jaemin respected too much. Then again, Jaemin had been shouldering too much guilt over the past week. He was sure he could handle some more.

What Jaehyun didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right?

The hallway was empty, doused with lingering sleep. The world was dark outside but under the dim, flickering hallway light was you. And Jaemin was at his limit; he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Jaemin?” you asked, and something inside him snapped.

He grabbed your hands first before pushing you up against the wall and sealing his lips over yours. Your face morphed into a shocked expression, only making Jaemin amused as he pinned your hands up and over your head. Your lips were so warm and soft, molding against Jaemin’s lips perfectly. He felt your hands wrap around his neck to draw him closer, inciting a soft groan from the back of his throat. It was kind of pathetic that he was already hard, and he was sure you were aware of it by how he was pressed up against your lower body.

Jaemin picked you up effortlessly, scooping you into his arms by your thighs. You let out a little shriek and grabbed onto his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his torso at his encouragement. Jaemin took you into his room, kicking the door closed with his foot before heading to his room and dropping you on his bed.

He had never actually let a girl into his room, so this was a first. Somehow, seeing you on his own bed was so arousing, and he had half a mind to just take you then and there. Jaemin made you sit at the edge of the bed while he stood between your legs, hands on your thighs. You looked confused for a moment, but let Jaemin run his hands up and down your thighs.

You and Jaemin should not be in bed together. Under no circumstances should the two of you even be acquainted in the slightest. The fact that you two met was all one big, cosmic coincidence, but sometimes the stars loved fucking around with human affairs.

“I told you I had to make it up to you,” Jaemin said in a low voice, running his thumb across your bottom lip. “You don’t have to forgive me but I can’t keep being a coward.”

“A coward? More like a douchebag,” you told him, holding his wrist so you could bite the tip of his finger as you looked up at him through your lashes. “But glad you came to your senses.”

“So you forgive me then?”

You smiled, all innocent and pure, unlike your words. “Not unless you make it up to me.”

Jaemin dropped his gaze down to your shorts, eyeing them for a moment before he started tugging them down. You raised your hips to help him take your shorts off, followed by your panties. Jaemin nearly sighed at the sight of you; you were so gorgeous and so ready for him. He wanted to completely blow your mind.

Then, the nerves got to Jaemin again.

“Y/N,” he started, “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can just cuddle or something.”

“Na Jaemin, if you don’t make me cum, I will scream,” you warned.

“Yeah?” Jaemin chuckled at your reaction. “I think you’re going to scream either way, though.”

“Shut up.”

Jaemin laughed, brushing your hair out of your face. He caressed your cheek, rubbing slow circles with his thumb before he dragged it down to your jawline. A small pout appeared on your lips and he ran his thumb over your bottom lip again as if he could wipe your pout away.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” Jaemin said.

Before you could open your mouth to say something, Jaemin plunged his finger in you, thumb quickly finding purchase on your clit and rubbing in slow, languid circles. He wasn’t very satisfied by your shell-shocked silence, so he added a second finger to get you moaning and squirming at his actions.

You gasped when Jaemin curled his fingers, and he relished the dazed expression on your face. He watched your eyelashes flutter and eyelids droop as he scissored his fingers in you, earning him blissful moans from your pretty lips. One of your hands was gripping the sheets at your side while the other was gripping Jaemin’s shoulder tightly. He knew he was doing a good job by the way your walls clenched around his fingers, and it made him swell with pride.

“You’re such an asshole,” you whimpered out, moaning again as he curled his fingers in you.

“Then why do you still want me?” Jaemin hissed. “You should have just hated me. I would have been fine if you weren’t so fucking perfect.”

You cried out as he plunged another finger in you. “Shit, you’re just—oh god.” Jaemin could tell you were at your peak, so he pulled his fingers out of you immediately, smirking at how distressed you looked.

Jaemin popped his fingers in his mouth, sucking off your juices. “You taste so good, princess.”

You scowled at him. “F-finish me off, at least,” you pleaded.

Jaemin gripped your thighs. “Oh, trust me, I will.”

Jaemin lowered himself and met your eyes before he leaned forward and sealed his lips over your clit, sucking harshly on the ball of nerves. You were so sweet and so wet, but what made Jaemin go crazy was the way the both of you locked eyes while he was between your legs. He let out a groan that vibrated against you.

He licked a strip along your slit, pleased with his reward of pants and moans from you. Your thighs squirmed around him so he gripped them harder and moved his hands up to your hips so he could eat you out with more vigor.

Jaemin snaked his tongue along your folds and you were gone. Already edged from being fingered, you were at your peak already. Back arching off the bed and hips squirming, Jaemin tongued your clit as he coaxed you into your orgasm. By the sound of your moans and cries, he felt like he was going to cum in his pants any second if you didn’t stop. You released over his tongue so easily, and Jaemin lapped it up as you made an effort to catch your breath.

At first, Jaemin was over the moon. He hooked up with you and wanted more. You were so enticing and Jaemin couldn’t get enough of you. Then came the crushing guilt. It registered a bit late, but it was all the more painful. He had just eaten out his friend’s little sister and couldn’t help the fact that he wanted her so badly.

“Not bad, Jaemin,” you breathed out, fixing your hair as your thighs still stiffened and twitched every now and then. “Is this the part where you push me away and ghost me for another week?”

Jaemin ran a hand through his hair, battling frustration and shame. “Look,” he started, “the reason I pushed you away was because you didn’t tell me your brother is Jeong Jaehyun!”

“Oh.” You blinked at him. “Yeah, he’s my brother. Is that a problem?” Jaemin let out a heavy sigh and you raised a brow at him. “You got a crush on him or something?”

Jaemin’s expression soured. “No! He’s my friend and teammate, Y/N. There’s an unspoken bro code between us men.”

You rolled your eyes. “Here we go.”

“Rule number one of bro code states that sisters are completely off-limits,” Jaemin said. “And, Y/N, we just pushed that limit.”

“You know, in girl code, we ask the friend for permission,” you offered.

“Jaehyun rounded us up at practice and told us that if anyone lays a hand on his little sister, he’s going to kill them,” Jaemin said. “I’m too young to die.”

You stood up to push Jaemin down by his shoulders, sitting him on the edge of the bed. Jaemin’s breath got caught in his throat when you sat on his lap, right where his bulge was painfully tented beneath his sweatpants. You traced his v-cut abs, making Jaemin shiver in response. He held your hips and swallowed thickly. He was pretty sure he knew where this was going. If you were about to ride him, he was sure he could die a happy man.

“Jaemin, my brother doesn’t control my life, so he’s not killing you over anything, okay?” you reassured him, then leaned in closer, nibbling on his earlobe. Jaemin shivered at the contact, tightening his grip on you. “But, if you’re so worried about it, then we could sneak around.”

A guttural groan escaped Jaemin when you rolled your hips against his. Were you teasing him? Because it was hard for him to think and this distraction wasn’t helping. Either way, all he could think about was making you cum again and seeing that delicate look on your face as you crumbled in front of him.

“Sneak—sneak around?” Jaemin stammered, mouth going dry when you started taking off your shirt, and fuck, you weren’t wearing a bra. “Huh?”

“Jaemin,” you said slowly, smirking as you traced a finger along his jawline. “If you don’t want Jaehyun to catch us, we can just meet up secretly.”

If this was a game of cat and mouse, there was a clear power difference right now; Jaemin felt more like the mouse while you were the cat.

Jaemin’s eyes darkened a bit. “Fuck yeah,” he mumbled, hand grazing your bare skin. His eyes devoured the way you looked, and you wanted to squirm at the hungry look on his face. It was kind of embarrassing how badly Jaemin wanted to skip this whole conversation and fuck you into oblivion.

“Jaemin,” you called again, noting how his eyes flitted from your lips to your eyes.

He gave up. “I’ll be honest. I have no idea what we’re talking about but if we’re keeping this going between us, I’m all for it.”

“Good answer,” you hummed and pressed your lips to his.

You were a damn good kisser, Jaemin observed. He didn’t notice it before, but you had on some sort of fruity chapstick on that was making his head go fuzzy. The taste was addicting, and thank god you bit down on his lower lip because he wasn’t sure if he could handle another second without his tongue in your mouth.

He pulled away for a moment so he could push you down onto the bed, getting over you. Jaemin sighed deeply as you skimmed your hands down his bare chest, fingers tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants.

“You know, I lied that night,” you told Jaemin, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m not usually down for whatever, but I wanted to try my chance with you.”

Jaemin tutted at you, circling a finger around your nipple. “You shouldn’t have lied, Y/N,” he said, making you whimper when he pinched your hard nipple. “Could’ve stroked my ego a little more.”

“Sorry, but I’m not here to stroke your ego, Jaemin,” you simpered, choking over your words when Jaemin pressed open-mouthed kisses to your chest, eventually snaking his hot tongue across your nipple.

“You already are,” Jaemin murmured against your skin, littering hickeys as he kissed your chest. “Your reactions are so cute.”

Jaemin sucked on his fingers for a brief moment to provide some extra lubrication, not that you really needed it. He used his pointer and middle finger to rub against your slit, your whines growing needier as you became more and more aroused. After one more needy mewl from your lips, Jaemin had enough. He tugged his sweatpants and boxers down in one go, his hard cock slapping against his stomach once it was free.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned brokenly, eyeing the length of his cock.

“Such a good girl,” he crooned down at you, teasing his cock against your slit until you were a gasping, moaning mess under him. Then, Jaemin pulled away, clicking his tongue and grinning while you narrowed your eyes at him. “Condom,” he remembered.

Jaemin got off the bed to retrieve the silver packet from his nightstand, tearing it open with his teeth in one go. He caught you staring at how incredibly hung he was, smirking proudly as he slid the condom onto his shaft. He pumped it once for good measure and moved back onto the bed with you.

He stayed on his knees, angling your hips up so that they were positioned with his cock. You looked confused by the awkward position, but Jaemin melted away your worries with a powerful thrust into you. He groaned at how tight you were with your warm, wet walls clenching around him rhythmically.

Jaemin could tell he was hitting all the right spots by the broken moans that were escaping you when he pounded in you. His own growls were low and grating, relishing the way you felt around him. You were clutching his sheets so tight and bucking your hips so often that Jaemin had to use a hand to push your lower abdomen down, smirking as he felt his cock move in and out of you.

“You’re so big,” you gasped out, looking visibly frustrated at how you couldn’t hold onto him.

“Princess, I regret not doing this earlier,” Jaemin admitted with another rough thrust into you, making you sob out some distorted version of his name. “You feel so fucking good.”

“I’m close,” you choked out, and Jaemin kindly aided you by rubbing your clit as he brutally fucked you into the mattress.

You tucked your head into your shoulder, biting back your cries, so Jaemin grabbed your hair in a fistful and tilted it back so he could see your face. A shudder ran down his spine. Your expression was so perfect, so fucked in and glazed over.

“Shit,” he growled, voice raspy from arousal as you came undone in front of him.

His nimble fingers continued to work on your clit as you fell apart, moans ringing in his ears like a song. He followed you into your bliss, unable to hold back. He leaned over you and continued fucking you through your orgasm, holding you and groaning as he, too, released.

Jaemin stopped when he was done and spent. His arms buckled as they struggled to keep himself over you, and he could only pull out and collapse by your side. He muttered out a few curses, struggling to find the right words to say as he stared up at the ceiling. That felt good? No, too dry. I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like that? No, too possessive.

He settled with “you’re amazing” as his chest rose and fell in tune with yours.

“Likewise,” you breathed out and looked over at him. “I have to go home soon.”

Jaemin didn’t know what came over him, but he rolled over and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Normally, he wasn’t one for cuddling or aftercare, but he didn’t want you to go so soon. You relaxed under his touch as Jaemin drew you closer to his body, pulling the sheets over you both.

“Don’t go,” Jaemin whispered, tucking some hair behind your ear.

You turned to look at him, running your finger along his cheek tenderly. “Jaehyun’s gonna ask.”

Jaemin threw the sheets off of you and stood up quickly. “Have a safe trip back.”

It was the very next day when Jaemin hooked up with you again.

You had sent him a rather suggestive text, stating that you found it strenuous to walk after the previous night. In some sick and twisted way, Jaemin found this extremely hot and invited you over that night. Needless to say, you found it even more difficult to walk afterward.

The next day was the last day of the long weekend, so you spent nearly the entire day at Jaemin’s place before Jeno came home. Sure, you had sex once or twice then, but Jaemin really liked having you around. Even when you both weren’t exactly doing anything, your mere presence was comforting to him. In past hookups with other girls, he would always just get up and leave after the deed was done. However, with you, he was suddenly a sucker for aftercare.

Jaemin still felt like shit for going behind Jaehyun’s back and he was starting to question his stealth when Jeno came back home and discovered your bra on the couch.

“Oh, that’s where it was,” Jaemin said blankly, taking the bra from Jeno. “By the way, how was visiting your family?”

Jeno was still stuck on the bra, however. “Hold on,” he started, “whose bra is that?”

“Mine.”

“You wear bras?”

“What? No.” Jaemin made a face. “The fuck?”

“Na Jaemin, did you sleep with a random girl on our couch?”

“First of all, it wasn’t a random girl. It was Y/N,” Jaemin defended. “And secondly, we did it against the wall, actually. The couch was just a poor observer.”

“I don’t know if I should be impressed or disgusted,” Jeno replied, pondering over his best friend’s words. He glanced back at the wall and inched away from it. “Did you figure out what you’re going to do about Jaehyun?”

Jaemin grinned sheepishly. “I mean, what Jaehyun doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”

“What happened to the Jaemin who was trying to ghost his sister?”

“He got laid.”

“This is so gonna backfire on you,” Jeno replied, shaking his head. “But I kind of want to watch it happen.”

“Dude,” Jaemin whined, rubbing his chin with his hand. “I broke the bro code so hard, but honestly, the sex is too good.”

“Jaemin, I don’t want to hear about your sexcapades, thanks.”

The next time Jaemin hooked up with you was almost an absolute disaster.

Keyword: almost.

“Jeno,” Jaemin warbled in a desperate cry, “I’m fucked. I’m absolutely fucked.”

“What’s up?” came the disinterested voice of his best friend who was sprawled out on the couch, flipping listlessly through a textbook.

“I need you to help me out,” Jaemin begged. “Y/N wants me to go over to her place but Jaehyun’s home.”

That was how Jaemin ended up behind your house, trying to hoist himself up onto a tree that was close to your window. Jeno was on the phone, keeping a lookout from his car that was parked on the street. This was, quite honestly, probably one of the stupidest things Jaemin had ever done because not only did he have a fear of heights, but he was risking his life just for his friend not to see him walking in the house.

There was something about hanging onto the branch of a tree for dear life that made a man question his pride.

“All this for some pussy,” Jeno tutted through his AirPods.

“Shut up, Jeno,” Jaemin muttered, a flush of heat rising to his cheeks. Truth be told, he just really wanted to see you, not that he would admit that.

He hauled himself onto one of the thicker branches that led to your window and inched his way along it to reach the windowsill. A frown crossed his lips as he reached out to knock on the glass. You told him you’d keep the window open for him, so why was it closed?

The answer was obvious, but it didn’t sink in until Jaehyun opened the window to see Jaemin dangling from a tree branch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, was all that was running through his mind. His head felt like it was going a thousand miles per second but the rest of his body was short-circuiting.

“Jaemin, what are you doing outside my window?” Jaehyun asked, looking absolutely perturbed.

“I’m, uh…” Jaemin paused to think while he could hear Jeno laughing at him through his AirPods. “Jeno and I wanted to prank you.”

“Jeno? Prank?” Jaehyun questioned. “Are you not here for a study session with Y/N?”

Jaemin stilled. He wasn’t sure he had any classes with you, but surely you must have made up this excuse to Jaehyun so that Jaemin could be in your house freely. Jeno’s laughing intensified as Jaemin blinked at his team captain.

“Right, well—”

“Jaemin, what are you doing there?” your sweet, innocent voice rang from Jaehyun’s door.

There was a mischievous glint in your eyes despite how concerned you tried to look. Jaemin saw right through you, though, and grimaced.

“Just… hanging out,” Jaemin grunted out as he tried to crawl in through Jaehyun’s window.

Jaehyun reached his hand out to help Jaemin and dragged him through the window with ease, so smooth that Jaemin pretended he didn’t hit his head against the side of the frame of the window as he was pulled inside. The tree branch bounced back to its original position, its leaves rustling wildly once Jaemin’s weight was off of them. Jaehyun helped Jaemin dust himself off and grabbed one of his shoulders firmly, using his free hand to pat his back.

“Jaemin,” Jaehyun said slowly, “use the door next time.”

“Got it,” Jaemin croaked out.

“We can go to my room and study, Jaemin,” you piped up, turning on your heel to head back to your room as soon as you were sure you had his attention.

“Right, um… see you, man,” Jaemin told Jaehyun, awkwardly following after you after Jaehyun returned the goodbye.

Jaemin had been to Jaehyun’s house for parties, but being there in the daytime was unnerving. He ended the call with Jeno, quickly texting him that he was safe before stuffing his phone and AirPods in his pockets. Jaemin turned the corner to see you sitting cross-legged on the floor of your room. A loud sigh escaped his lips before he made his way in, closing the door behind him.

“You’re paying for that,” he warned.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, a laugh falling from your lips just before Jaemin strode over, pushing you down onto the floor and hovering over you. You parted your lips to speak but whatever you were going to say died on your tongue as Jaemin swooped in and kissed you.

This is a terrible place to be doing this, the rational side of Jaemin’s brain provided, but then he was kissing you and it didn’t matter anymore.

Jaemin lost himself in the kiss as soon as he was tasting your fruity chapstick. He cupped your jaw, intoxicated by the way your lips felt against his. He was so dazed that he hardly noticed you unzipping his pants, tugging them down by his belt loops.

“Aren’t we studying?” Jaemin teased, brushing his nose against yours. He glanced over at the mess of books and papers at your table.

“Mm, do you want to study instead?” you asked, drawing him closer to you. “Pass up on this and read up on some cell division?”

“Fuck no.” Jaemin scoffed, dragging his nails up your thigh. “Spread those legs for me, angel.”

A mewl escaped your lips when you spread your legs because Jaemin immediately started palming your apex without missing a beat. The burst of pride that followed made him a little braver, a little less worrisome over your older brother.

“Take off your pants,” you breathed out, tugging once more at his waistband.

“No.” Jaemin moved off of you and hauled himself up to sit on your bed. “I want you to ride my thigh.” His eyes practically devoured the way you looked. “And keep the skirt on.”

You stood up, biting your lip as you moved to straddle his right thigh. Jaemin’s hands ran up and down your thighs, moving up to your hips eventually to rub slow circles with his thumb. His lips were attached to your neck almost immediately, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column.

You let a whimper slip from your lips and Jaemin started bouncing his leg steadily, his muscular thigh rubbing against your clit. He guided your movements with his hands as you rolled your hips against him. Jaemin flexed his thigh every once in a while and made sure to pull you down on him whenever he could make use of the friction.

Another moan from you and Jaemin sneered. “You’re getting off so well on my thigh, Y/N. Such a fucking tease but you react so easily.” You whined again and Jaemin shushed you. “Be quiet, princess. We don’t want to be walked in on, right?”

And, because the world hated Jaemin, Jaehyun decided to walk in.

“Y/N, can I come in for a second?” he called from outside the door.

In an instant, you practically flew off of Jaemin’s lap, scrambling back to your table and burying your nose in your biology textbook. There were a few long seconds of Jaemin silently communicating with you out of frustration. You had escaped just fine, but Jaemin just had to get a hard-on, and now that you were off his lap, it was far too obvious through his pants.

But you already told Jaehyun he could come in, so Jaemin put both hands over his crotch in a valiant (but stupid) effort to hide his boner while the door opened.

“I’m going to the store,” Jaehyun said, looking between you and Jaemin from the doorway. “Want anything?”

“No, we’re good,” you replied, but Jaehyun’s eyes were fixed on Jaemin, narrowing slightly.

“I’ll get going then, but are you good?” Jaehyun asked, gesturing at the awkward position Jaemin was in. “The bathroom’s across the hall if you need to go.”

Jaemin’s eyes flitted to yours to see an amused look on your face, and he could practically hear your voice bouncing in his skull: This is fun.

This wasn’t exactly Jaemin’s textbook dictionary definition of fun, however.

“Thanks,” Jaemin croaked out, looking down at his lap in shame. A flush of red crossed his cheeks and you barked out a laugh as soon as Jaehyun was gone. “Not funny,” he grumbled out.

An impish grin crossed your face as you asked, “Need me to take care of your problem?”

“Please,” Jaemin almost begged.

The moment you stood up, Jaemin was quickly trying to tug his pants down, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxers to take them off with his pants. This was awful in the absolutely best way possible because Jaemin’s hands felt clammy but then you were kneeling down in front of him, helping him take his pants off. You looked up at Jaemin when his hard cock curved up against his stomach. A breath escaped his lips like it had been punched out of him and he wondered if his eyes were as comically wide as they felt.

When the sound of Jaehyun closing the front door echoed, you grasped Jaemin’s painfully hard cock in your soft hands. Jaemin’s tongue felt like lead in his mouth. He couldn’t even ask you to do anything with all his bravado from earlier suddenly vanishing. So, he curled a hand in your hair, more for his own leverage.

Jaemin’s stomach rearranged itself to feel like some crazed etch-a-sketch rather than the human anatomy when he felt your lips wrap around his cock.

“Shit, that’s it,” he growled when you went down on him. He flushed all over, clear in the way his cock twitched in your mouth, and it made him feel like some silly, lovesick teenager. “Oh god, you feel so good with your mouth wrapped around my cock, princess.”

A sound of approval came from your throat, vibrating against the throbbing vein along Jaemin’s shaft and making him go crazy. You bobbed your head up and down, teasing him by going so slow to the point that it was nearly unbearable for Jaemin. He felt like a coil of fire was tightly woven inside him, ready to snap at any given moment.

“Fuck… don’t tease me—wait, are you asleep?”

Jaemin looked down to see you half-asleep on his cock, lips brushing against the vein along the side. Your eyes weren’t hooded but fluttered shut, head lolling to the side and your tongue grazing the underside of his head. A hiss escaped Jaemin’s lips at your teasing, but he felt more incredulous than turned on.

“I’m tired,” you said, “and you didn’t finish me off, so why should I finish you off?”

“Well, this is just unfair,” Jaemin replied with a frustrated huff as you pulled off of him. His gaze softened when he saw you rub your eyes, though. He fumbled for a moment, pulling his boxers and pants back up and tucking away the frustration of not getting his release. “You’re actually tired?”

“Kind of,” you admitted. “I’ve been studying my ass off all week for midterms.”

“Okay, well…” Jaemin faltered before scooting back on your bed until he was against the wall. “Let’s take a nap then.”

“Nap? Oh, so we—oh, okay,” you mumbled and Jaemin’s heart skipped a few beats when he saw you suck in your lower lip nervously.

You crawled into your bed and laid down, pulling the covers over them after Jaemin moved so he was right next to you. Jaemin had never exactly slept with a girl like this, but with you, his chest felt warm. It felt right. Without a word, he pulled you to his chest so you wouldn’t have to see how nervous you were making him feel, praying you couldn’t hear his heart pounding in his chest.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled to him.

And, because Jaemin was a loser who feared rejection and the reality that he was an actual human who felt real emotions, he pressed his lips to your head and whispered into your hair, “I like you.”

If you heard him or noticed, Jaemin wouldn’t have known because falling asleep was so much easier with you in his arms.

“You slept with her? Like, without sex?” Jeno asked Jaemin that night, to which he nodded. “You didn’t hook up with her at all?”

“Jaehyun walked in the first time and the second time… let’s not get into that,” Jaemin replied. “The point is, we fucking cuddled, Jeno.”

“That’s kinda weird.”

“Right?” Jaemin tugged a hand through his hair, letting out an aggravated groan. “Maybe I shouldn’t go to Jaehyun’s place on Friday.”

Parties were one thing, but at least once a month, the basketball team would hold bonding events for everyone to unwind and chill. Jaemin usually attended every event since he was close with all of the members, but Jaehyun’s house became dangerous territory now because of you. However, Jaemin was expected to take the place of team captain when Jaehyun graduated, so he knew it would be bad if he didn’t attend all the socials the basketball team held.

“Why? Can’t keep it in your pants?” Jeno teased.

Jaemin threw a pillow at him. “Fuck off.”

“It’s been postponed to the end of the month, anyway,” Jeno assured. “Jaehyun said he had a date this Friday or something.”

“Then I’m safe for now.”

It got silent for a moment before Jeno asked, “Are you catching feelings?”

Silence.

Did Jaemin like you? Sure, he mumbled it for himself to hear when he was holding you, which was pretty suspicious of him to do that if he didn’t actually have any feelings toward you. He perfectly understood the feeling at an intellectual level, but absorbing it emotionally was beyond his realm of understanding. Plus, there was no point in having feelings for someone if they didn’t reciprocate.

Right?

Jaemin only had a few crushes before, and the feelings were so surface-level that he started to wonder how many aspects of life he had missed out on because of his inability to grow close to people. That was why he had confined himself to the hookup culture because the “no strings attached” aspect was so appealing to him, but now it was backfiring because of you. It was so fucked up because Jaemin didn’t even want to fuck around with you anymore. Scratch that. He did, but he also wanted to hold your hand, go on dates, and kiss you until your fruity chapstick made him dizzy again.

You were great in bed, but what got Jaemin’s heart racing was the way you laughed when he made a lame joke and you couldn’t get over how terrible it was; the way you told stories with your hands, and your face would light up because you would get so excited; the way the food you made looked absolutely nauseating but, for whatever reason, it tasted amazing, and Jaemin could go on, but he was afraid he’d start melting in front of Jeno.

“No way,” Jaemin lied. “It’s just for the sex, that’s all.”

It wasn’t fair that you always showed up at the one place Jaemin was most vulnerable: basketball practice.

Truth be told, you were causing Jaemin problems well before you even arrived. Hell, you had been causing problems for the past three weeks. Not that Jaemin hated it, but he couldn’t keep it in his pants every time you dragged him to a blind spot or invited him to your place. There were also times where Jaemin would just simply walk with you, or talk about your day in bed, or just hold your hand and stroke your hair until you fell asleep.

Pretty weird for fuckbuddies.

Earlier in the day, Jaemin had run into you while he was walking to his biology lecture, and after some light conversation, he had you pinned up against the back of a building. He ended up getting a very noticeable hickey on his neck from you that he didn’t know existed until Jaehyun pointed it out during practice.

“Jaemin.” Jaehyun let out a low whistle and gestured to his neck. “Finally got over your weird celibacy phase?”

“What are you—”

“Nice hickey,” Yuta complimented while he was passing by, “finally got laid, huh?”

Only then did Jaemin realize that you had marked up his neck, and did so proudly. You knew people would see but you still went ahead and did it. Jaemin would’ve been mad but somehow, the thought of showing off something you caused turned him on.

Thankfully, you showed up when practice had ended and the others were heading into the locker room, all sweaty and tired. Absorbed in their own conversations, the rest of Jaemin’s teammates were focused on talking about their last play and looking forward to a cold shower. Jaemin, however, did a double-take when he saw you, nudging Jeno to keep going while he stayed back.

You really had no good reason coming to the basketball courts. It wasn’t like you or your big brother actually wanted to walk home together.

“I’m starting to think you come here to see me,” Jaemin said smugly, making his way over to you.

“Not even,” you replied, although your fazed look said otherwise. “But I appreciate the eye candy.”

Jaemin reached out to take your hands in his and pulled you toward him. You looked down at your feet, right foot circling around one of the stray basketballs that had been left behind during practice. Jaemin, however, had his eyes focused on you. He couldn’t get tired of looking at you, especially when you were wearing that cozy purple sweater that made him want to pull you into his arms.

Jaemin noticed your foot on the basketball and held your hands a little tighter as you put your weight on it to get your other foot on. You were shakily balancing on it, grabbing Jaemin’s hands tightly as a grin slowly spread across your face.

You’re too cute, was what Jaemin wanted to say.

“You’re still shorter than me even when you’re standing on a basketball,” he teased instead, one hand slipping around your waist to keep you steady.

You pouted. “I’m basically the same height as you now.”

“Really?” Jaemin smirked at your expression, moving closer so that his lips were at your forehead. He moved his hands so they were both holding your waist, keeping you planted on the basketball. “I think I still have an inch or two on you.”

“That’s not fair,” you whispered, but Jaemin was tilting your chin up and smiling at how you were visibly growing shy. “Jaemin, my brother might walk out any second.”

“Fuck your brother,” Jaemin murmured and kissed you.

People threw around the term “time slowed down” so casually, that Jaemin believed it was a silly hoax; however, he was starting to understand it. Each kiss he shared with you before felt so rushed, but now, everything around him didn’t matter anymore. It was like every fear, every concern he had was lost as he was lost in the taste of your lips.

Your hands cupped his face, deepening the kiss and making Jaemin nearly forget that you were barely balancing on a basketball. He tightened his hold around you when you pulled a hand away to run through his hair and god, he relished that feeling. When he desperately needed air again, Jaemin pulled away, nipping at your bottom lip cheekily as he did so.

He didn’t want to see your reaction, though, so he pulled you down from the basketball and hugged you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You were visually overwhelming, anyway, and Jaemin wasn’t too keen on seeing your reaction to his tenderness. Jaemin felt like such a melt for being this affected over a simple kiss, but all he wanted at the moment was to be closer to you.

“Jaemin?” you asked, shocked by his sudden intimacy.

“Shut up,” he murmured into your neck, “I just want to hold you right now.”

“Bruh.”

Jaemin didn’t process the fact that a third person was in the gym until it registered that the masculine voice couldn’t have been coming from you. On the bright side, the voice came from the one person who knew about whatever was going on between you and Jaemin. He then wondered why he was starting to become an optimist.

You and Jaemin both pulled away quickly like repelling magnets. There was a flicker of panic in your eyes, seeming to cool down when you noticed that Jaemin wasn’t freaking out. It was quite devastating for Jaemin to come to realize that he was the standard for what to worry over.

Jaemin, not sparing you a glance, walked over to where his best friend was standing and shoved him, not straying from his direct route to the locker room.

“You have some explaining to do,” Jeno muttered before Jaemin passed him.

“Fuck off, Jeno.”

Jeno flashed a sheepish grin at you before turning back to follow Jaemin, patting him firmly on the back to tease him. Jaemin, however, was unsettled. Whatever he felt for you was moving past sexual attraction to something much deeper, and he wasn’t sure if he could suppress it any longer.

You truly were the cat, and although Jaemin refused to believe it, you had already caught him.

Jeno somehow managed to stay quiet about what had happened between you and Jaemin until after they reached their apartment. Jaemin almost believed he was going to pretend like he didn’t see anything, but it would be laughable to think that Lee Jeno wouldn’t mock him about it.

“That’s the thing with fuckbuddies,” Jeno explained as he shrugged off his coat, “someone’s gonna catch feelings eventually.”

“Thanks, Jeno,” Jaemin spat, tone laced with sarcasm. “You never cease to make me feel like shit.”

“So you admit that you caught feelings?”

It was like an arrow through a bullseye, not that Jaemin was going to admit to that, but the thought of him potentially catching feelings for you was terrifying. It was even more frightening because he probably already did. This was supposed to be the time where Jaemin blanched and would become shockingly avoidant around you, but he was waiting for those instincts to kick in rather than the desperate urge to run over and kiss you.

But, moreover, screw Lee Jeno for majoring in neuroscience. His best friend studying the human brain and its cognition was the worst thing that could have ever happened to Jaemin.

Jaemin paused, hesitating before he spoke, “No… I’m just worried that one of us will.”

Jeno raised a brow at him. “Whatever you two were doing was not normal for fuckbuddies.”

“It’s called hugging, Jeno. It’s not my fault you have the emotional range of a teaspoon.”

Jaemin moved to sit on the couch, turning his back to Jeno and hugging a pillow as he shrunk back into the cushion. But Jeno knew that Jaemin always listened to what he had to say. It was a natural instinct by now. Although Jaemin would rather die than say it aloud, his best friend always gave the best advice even though it was probably not what Jaemin wanted to hear.

“Are you okay?” Jeno asked instead.

Jaemin froze. He was never any good at expressing himself. He presented himself as a simple man on the outside, but he was really just layers of multitudes. But, sometimes, your mere attention was like uncut cocaine to him, and then Jaemin would wonder if he really was simple.

“I’m fine,” Jaemin muttered back.

“You’re good at being fine, aren’t you?”

Jeno fastidiously fixed his hair before he retreated to his room. Jaemin was surprised by how he cut the advice session this time and left Jaemin to his own thoughts.

Exhausted, Jaemin stared at his lock screen. It was a picture of you and him at a park. Ducks in the pond. You caught off-guard with hair in your mouth. Jaemin with a smile brighter than the sun. Who the fuck took selfies with girls they fucked on the down-low? And who the fuck set them as their wallpapers? Apparently, Jaemin did.

He was sick.

Maybe Jeno was right, but Jaemin refused to accept that possibility because that would make him even more disgusted with himself.

He could only think of one thing and it was how he was in love with you.

Sex was one thing, but love? The number one rule of best friendship was probably don’t fucking fall in love with your best friend’s sister.

Furthermore, Jaemin didn’t know how to act around you now. In the conspectus of Things That Could Go Wrong in his brain, he hadn’t anticipated actually falling for you. He should’ve taken your godsent looks and heavenly laugh as a red flag that first night because now he was addicted.

It wasn’t like Jaemin had absolutely zero experience with girls, but usually, he just went with it. Being the one chasing after you was mentally taxing and the thought of you possibly not wanting him back was unthinkable. Then again, it was pretty clear that it was mutual between the two of you, but Jaemin was confident that you were a breath away from snapping at him for his inconsistency.

He was the one that pushed you away, after all. A sudden transition from resisting to wanting you completely was sure to freak you out, so Jaemin was stuck at a crossroads.

After a few Google searches of asking the internet if he caught feelings and an episode of self-denial and self-loathing, Jaemin decided it was high time for him to call you and tell you how he felt. That, or he was going to panic and break things off before he got emotionally invested.

Before he could do either, Jeno walked back to the living room, putting his coat back on. He looked dressed up as if he was going out somewhere, and Jaemin’s suspicions were confirmed when he went to get his shoes.

“What’re you all dressed up for?” Jaemin asked, sitting up straight again.

“Jaehyun’s house.” Jeno raised a brow at him. “It’s Friday.”

God, if you’re out there, Jaemin thought, defeated. Screw you and your son. Amen.

Jaemin had to psych himself into the proper state of mind for tonight.

That all went to shit, however, when he saw you sitting in the living room, laughing at something Yuta had said.

“Oh my god,” Jeno said in a low voice when he saw Jaemin frozen in the doorway. “Tell me you’re not jealous right now.”

“Piss off,” Jaemin spat, kicking off his shoes at the entrance. “It’s nothing like that.”

Except that it was exactly like that. Jaemin wasn’t the jealous type, but right now, his blood was roiling in his gut. Deep inside, he knew it was probably nothing to worry about, but the way you smiled around Yuta was pissing him off. Then, he realized that he had no relationship with you that gave him any right to stop Yuta from flirting with you.

And then, you turned to see Jaemin in the doorway and smiled at him.

Oh no, Jaemin thought in complete devastation. She’s pretty.

“Y/N, tonight’s for the basketball team,” Jaehyun told you from the living room, making a motion with his hands to signal you to leave. “Go to your room.”

“You’re such a nosy older brother,” YangYang chimed in, nudging a chuckle out of Jaehyun. “But yeah, Y/N, Friday nights are for the boys.”

“I know, I know,” you said with a laugh. “I’ll go now. I was just grabbing some water.”

Jaemin was still frozen stiff at the doorway as you grabbed a half-empty bottle of water from the kitchen counter (despite Jeno’s several attempts to get him to move) and then walked to the staircase to Jaemin’s left. But then you grabbed Jaemin by the front of his shirt and started dragging him upstairs with you. He barely registered it all happening in the span of a few seconds, but he was able to catch Jeno saying he’d tell the others that Jaemin was running late.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Jaemin whispered harshly, although he still followed you into your room and let you lock the door.

This was far too risky. Not only was Jaehyun home, but the entire basketball team was downstairs.

You started tying your hair up and Jaemin gulped, realizing where this was going. “Do you want me to suck you off or not?” you asked, smiling.

“Say no more,” Jaemin breathed out, unzipping his pants hastily.

He sat down on your bed, letting you tug his boxers down, your eyes full of mirth. Jaemin felt so pathetic when his cock twitched as soon as you wrapped a hand around its girth, but he was ready to put his pride to the side for once.

Jaemin was about to rasp out something but then you took his head in your mouth and a sudden wave of heat punched him in the gut. But then you pulled away, lips against the underside of his head, and Jaemin was a second away from just crying.

“You have nice hands,” you complimented with a mischievous smile as Jaemin held the back of your head eagerly. He felt like he was going crazy with the way you were mouthing your words against his cock.

“You have nice lips,” he returned through gritted teeth. “But please shut the fuck up and get to it already.”

Your lips curled slowly. “So impatient,” you cooed, tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. Jaemin bucked his hips forward, trying to chase the sensation, but you were teasing him.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me, Y/N.”

You smirked up at him, moving your head to lick against the slit before taking his cock in your mouth again. A few laborious seconds passed with Jaemin biting his lip so that he didn’t make any noise, and then you finally started sucking him off. He fought the urge not to groan when your tongue rolled along the vein down his shaft.

You showed Jaemin no mercy, however. It was almost like you wanted everyone downstairs to hear. He gritted his teeth when your teeth grazed his cock, and he wanted more. He gripped your hair for anchorage and fucked into your mouth. The smallest whimper escaped you when Jaemin’s cock hit the back of your throat.

Jaemin let out a strangled groan. “I’m close.”

You took this as your cue to suck him off even harsher, and Jaemin was on the brink of sweet release. A tear escaped your eyes as he fucked into your throat, and Jaemin wiped it with his thumb, drinking in the wrecked sight of you that was bringing him over the edge. You let a broken moan vibrate against Jaemin’s shaft, and he was done for.

Jaemin couldn’t recall being able to cum this fast because of someone’s mouth before, but here he was, groaning as his hot seed shot down your throat. You obediently swallowed it, eyes hazy and tear-soaked from the size of him.

A few moments of silence passed before Jaemin leaned down and pecked your lips, heart fluttering a bit in his chest as he did so. “Good girl.”

He swore he saw you lifting a finger to scratch your cheek lightly, which was a nervous quirk of yours that Jaemin had picked up on, but you turned away quickly to fix your hair while Jaemin was pulling his pants back up. The tension that followed made Jaemin unsure of whether to leave or take you against the wall. He decided against the latter, knowing that Jeno couldn’t stall forever.

“Leaving already?” you asked, reaching for Jaemin’s hand, which he gladly entwined with yours.

“I’m already on thin ice,” Jaemin explained. “I have to go back down there and hope they don’t question me.” You moved closer to him, hands moving down to graze past his waistband. Jaemin hissed slightly under his breath and diverted by rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, so you and Yuta…”

“You’re still on that?” you asked, pulling your hands back. “I can’t laugh around another guy now?”

“No, no!” Jaemin groaned, tugging a hand through his hair out of frustration. “Nevermind, it’s nothing.”

“Is it not obvious, Jaemin?” you asked him, an edge of desperation to your voice. “You really can’t tell how I feel?”

Jaemin sighed, looking down at his feet. “You can’t tell how I feel either?”

“You—what?”

“We’ll talk later. I have to go.”

He turned to go back downstairs, but you grabbed his wrist, saying, “Jaemin, remember that you’re the one who didn’t want anything more out of this.”

Jaemin gave you a puzzled look but before he could ask for clarification, you had pulled away from him and gestured for him to leave. He mumbled a pathetic excuse, spitting out a string of words for a moment before he gave up and snuck downstairs as quietly as he could.

He hated that you were right. Even though you had suggested sneaking around, Jaemin was the one who tried to draw the boundary. He did this to himself.

“Yo, Jaemin,” Yuta called, “when did you get here?”

“Just now,” Jaemin answered, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked into the living room where all the basketball team members were sprawled over the couch. “What’re we watching?”

“Pulp Fiction,” Taeyong answered. “Can you get the ice cream from the kitchen?”

“Sure.” Jaemin opened Jaehyun’s freezer to see two tubs of ice cream nestled in the corner. While he was pondering over whether to grab chocolate or vanilla, he felt a presence behind him and looked over his shoulder. “Did you need—oh my god, go to your room,” he whispered harshly at the sight of you.

“Are you my mom?” You raised a brow at him and reached for an ice cream tub. “Let me help you open them.”

“Fine,” he mumbled, voice fracturing at the end. He watched you move to the kitchen’s island and, carefully eyeing his teammates in the living room, letting his hand graze your thigh and whispering, “Hey, I’m sorry for earlier.”

You stiffened at his touch. “It’s fine,” you whispered back, opening the tubs of ice cream. “You’ve just been acting weird lately.”

“Weird?” Jaemin asked as he opened his tub. The ice cream dripped off the lid and onto Jaemin’s finger. “Ugh. Do you have napkins?”

“You’re so messy, Jaemin.”

“Shut up.”

“Let me help,” you insisted, grabbing his wrist and taking his fingers in your mouth.

Jaemin’s eyes widened by a fraction as your hot tongue circled around his fingers. He fought down the urge to take it further and bit his lip as he watched you. Before he could do anything, however, an awkward laugh and wolf-whistle from the living room made him freeze.

Jaemin’s head shot up to see his teammates staring at him, shell-shocked. Some looked absolutely confused while others looked more proud and impressed. Jaemin wondered if you had no shame because, despite all the eyes on them, you didn’t let go of his hand, your pretty lips still wrapped around his fingers.

“I don’t know why she’s doing that,” Jaemin rambled quickly, and his tone was so frazzled that Jeno had to hide his laugh behind his fist. “Come on, Y/N,” he urged, voice dropping for you to hear. “Let go of my hand.”

It would have been sexy if Jaemin wasn’t absolutely terrified.

Only when Jaemin caught sight of Jaehyun’s expression did you let go, saying, “Thanks for the ice cream.” With a playful smile, you looked up at Jaemin expectantly.

“What the fuck did we just witness?” Jungwoo asked, lit up silly like he had just witnessed the biggest scandal.

“We’re friends,” Jaemin croaked out. “Right, Y/N? Jaehyun? Jeno?”

Jeno ducked his head and Jaemin could tell what exactly he was thinking: I can’t help you out of this one, Jaem.

Jaemin couldn’t exactly read Jaehyun’s expression. It was a mix of emotions so varied that they didn’t make sense to him. He couldn’t even pick out any distinguishable one, but maybe it was better he didn’t know what the captain was feeling.

“I swear, it's not what it looks like,” Jaemin defended.

“So Y/N wasn’t sucking on your fingers?” Taeyong asked, a ghost of a laugh on his lips.

“Okay, so it’s exactly what it looks like,” Jaemin muttered and pursed his lips together. “But it’s—it’s nothing,” he reasoned, and at this point, it seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than them.

Either way, it wasn’t working.

Who was he kidding, anyway? They weren’t stupid, and it was clear as day that Jaemin couldn’t get enough of you. For heaven's sake, he even got jealous over Yuta making you laugh. Before, one would have to pry open the cold, hard jaws of his corpse to get a word out about how he felt, but now Jaemin felt like you had broken down his last line of defense.

Jaemin could already see the consequences that would follow, but he still blurted out, “Fine. You got me. Jaehyun, I’m in love with your sister.”

Jaemin’s neurons were tearing themselves over the fact that Jaemin had just professed his love to you and was now experiencing a state of total humiliation. He was confident he wouldn’t ever live this moment down.

The room went silent. Not only were the boys shocked, but you were, too. Jaemin himself couldn’t believe he let that slip, but there was no going back now. Jeno sat there with his jaw hung open and Jaemin couldn’t blame him. He didn’t even know he was going to drop the love bomb like that out of nowhere. Taeyong looked like he had just witnessed a murder as his eyes kept darting between Jaemin and Jaehyun, Jungwoo looked a little too proud, and Yuta was just washed over with realization.

“Oh.” Jaehyun blinked. “Cool, I guess. Does that mean you’re not joining us for movie night then?”

Jaemin wasn’t sure how obvious the shock showed on his face, but this felt too easy. For a little over a month, Jaemin had been skirting around his relationship with you because of your big brother, and now he was acting scarily nonchalant.

“You’re not mad?” Jaemin asked, wide-eyed.

Jaehyun laughed. “I mean, it’s kinda weird that you’re dating my little sister, but why would I be mad?”

“Maybe it’s because you said ‘if anyone lays a hand on my little sister, then I will make sure you look uglier than you already are,’” Yuta reminded him with Jaemin nodding along at his words. “And that was verbatim.”

“That’s for people hitting on my sister to get laid, not people dating my sister,” Jaehyun corrected. “I don’t control her decisions.”

Jaemin smiled through the internal pain of realizing he did exactly that. If Jaehyun found out he wasn’t dating you, then Jaemin was in for an earful. Thankfully, you were too dazed over Jaemin’s earlier confession to decide to start shit.

“Plus,” Jaehyun continued, “I knew you guys had a thing.”

“What?” Jaemin spluttered, blinking wildly. His tongue was performing acrobatics to formulate words but it wasn’t working.

“I had a suspicion when you climbed up my tree to get into the house,” Jaehyun said. “When I walked into the room later, that just confirmed my suspicions because, you know…”

Jaemin’s cheeks went hot when he realized that Jaehyun had probably caught onto the fact that he had a boner back then. Without a word, you rushed out of the kitchen, gaze averted which was what Jaemin supposed was embarrassment. Jaemin heard the front door open and close. He turned to follow after you, but swallowed thickly and froze in place.

“Go, Jaemin,” Jeno urged him, a tone of seriousness taking over.

“Yeah, don’t sweat it,” YangYang said cooly. “It’s just movie night.”

Jaemin clenched his jaw and nodded, thinking about how shitty it would be if he did all of that just to be rejected. Jaehyun’s house was a warzone and he knew better than to come tonight, but he still did, and he still fucked everything up. If things went wrong with you—

“Jaemin,” Jaehyun cut into his thoughts, “just so you know, I’m cool with you dating my sister.”

It was funny how a few words could make someone’s day, but Jaemin was surprised at the weight those words took off of his shoulders. He contained the joy to a half-smile and left the kitchen and walked out of your house to find you.

You hadn’t gone far at all. You were pacing along the sidewalk looking frazzled, hands lacing together and eyes cast down. Jaemin walked over to you and tried to take your hand but you pulled away.

“Did you mean what you said?” you asked, overcome with raw emotion.

“Yeah,” Jaemin replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I know I’m the one who didn’t want to start anything, and I lied about not wanting anything, but… this is how I feel, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I’m not exactly expressive if you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ve noticed,” you replied incredulously, lower lip starting to quiver. “I just—I don’t know—I thought I was just going to be an afterthought to you.”

Jaemin froze when he saw tears start to gloss your eyes. He never knew how to deal with people crying, especially when they were girls. He took your face in his hands and wiped your stray tears away with his thumbs, sighing softly.

“Let’s go to my place.”

“What? Why?”

“I need to show you how much I love you,” he replied firmly, taking your hand in his and walking in the direction of his apartment. “It’s kind of funny that you thought that because you’ve been all I could think about for the past month.”

More tears were starting to well up in your eyes, but you blinked them away.

Stay calm, Jaemin’s brain instructed him. Cupid can sense your fear.

“I love you,” he continued. “Should I say it again? I love you, I love you, I love—”

“Alright, Jaemin!” Your face beamed like a Christmas tree but you were still a flustered mess. “God, stop looking at me like that.”

“No,” he said, stopping in his tracks. “I’m going to keep saying it because I don’t think you get it.”

“Jaemin, we’re in the middle of the sidewalk,” you squeaked out as he kissed your cheek.

“I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss.

“J-Jaemin, I get it,” you whined out, scrunching your nose up at his affection. Jaemin continued, though, and you happened to reach your limit. You gripped his shoulders and held him away from you. “God, Jaemin, I love you, okay? You have to give me a chance to say it back at least.”

This time, Jaemin was the one to get shy. “Huh? You like me back?”

“Jaemin, you idiot, you’re so slow,” you mused, “I’ve liked you this entire time.”

He took your hand, his gaze never leaving yours, and rubbed your palm in circles with his thumb. “I know I’ve been a dick… on multiple occasions,” he admitted, “but I want to be with you.”

“Jaemin—”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked.

Jaemin wondered how many seconds passed after, but it felt like centuries to him. He didn’t budge, however, because he wanted you more than ever.

“Yes,” you finally confessed, which, in essence, was a fever dream in itself.

Jaemin expected his reaction to be different, but instead, his eyes wandered off, lost in thought. He looked toward the moon overlooking that hill where he nearly hooked up with you on the night of the party. That felt like eons ago despite being not that long ago, but it carried a comforting wave of nostalgia.

“You know, on second thought, we’re gonna stargaze.”

You looked at Jaemin like he was some undiscovered specimen, but you still followed him. He laid on his back, scrunching up his nose when the grass tickled his face, and he held his hand out to you. You took it, crouching down to lay down next to him. This time, Jaemin spread his arm out so that you could lay against his chest.

You cuddled up against his chest and Jaemin thought he could die a happy man.

He looked over at you, heart hammering against his ribcage like he was hopped up on ten energy drinks. The glow of the moon illuminated the gentle curves of your face and Jaemin didn’t realize he was kissing you until he realized he had tilted your face toward him and cupped your soft cheek. His whole body felt fuzzy when your hands rested on his chest, when he could taste your fruity chapstick.

It was kind of embarrassing how nervous Jaemin was getting. His hands were starting to sweat and he was feeling kiss-dazed, smiling like an idiot because your soft lips were everything. When he pulled away, he pecked your lips one last time, his eyes unable to leave your face.

He threw his pride to the wind and confessed, “You’re so beautiful.”

Your expression was priceless. Jaemin indulged in watching you become a stuttering, faltering mess in front of him, struggling for words that could come out coherently.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t call anyone beautiful over your dead body,” you managed.

“Well, you’re not anyone, are you?” Jaemin raised a brow “You’re Y/N.”

“You’re such a smooth talker sometimes,” you acknowledged, “you know, when you’re not completely malfunctioning.”

“Shh.” Jaemin pulled you closer. “Let me enjoy this.”

“Fine, but you’re making it up to me later for playing cat and mouse for a month.”

Jaemin scoffed. “Please, I was the mouse most of the time.”

A bubble of a laugh escaped your lips and you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. “I’m really happy, you know?” you mumbled into his chest.

Jaemin kissed the top of your head, whispering a “yeah” into your hair. Maybe one day he’d admit that he was just as over-the-moon as you were, and maybe it would be coerced out of him hours later, but right now, under the starry night sky, he could only think about how lucky he was. It was funny, though, because now he could see the stars.

And they were so beautiful.

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