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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗘𝗹𝘀’ 𝗖𝗼𝗰𝗸 — Ellie x Bimbo!reader

𝜗𝜚 Author’s notes ✦ Butch/femme dynamics, Ellie’s butch, wears a strap. Refers to it as cock, dick etc. Reader’s a bimbo. Just a filthy, filthy description of how you have to cockwarm your butch girlfriend, Ellie. Slight aftercare at the end too for you, considering how much she just stretched your tiny hole.

𝜗𝜚 If you find yourself uncomfortable with the themes in this fic, maybe try educating yourself on Butch sexuality. This heartfelt post may give you a sense of Ellie’s headspace. And this

!!! [ Please help Palestine ] !!!

kisses u. ⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡.

You were restless and lonely. Ellie had spent the better part of the afternoon preoccupied with the LED modules shuffled in her laptop, attempting to receive her ServSafe certificate. The online test had been eating up all her time, and Ellie sometimes chastised you for being overly needy n’ pouty when she had her hands full with things to do. So you tried to not add to her plate by pressing for attention, or conversation today. No matter how much you wanted to chit-chat with her. You wanted to be good more than anything.

No one saw you and Ellie as a compatible match, if it wasn’t already made visually obvious, it was definitely made obvious the second you popped your pink lips open to speak, while the brunette butch brooded behind you. This was a chance to shush all those insecurities that crept over you and told you that Ellie could be with a smarter, more capable, more self-reliant girl. You wanted to be a good fit for her. So you distracted yourself by jumping through social media apps, flipping through old cosmo magazines, and touching up the corner of your acrylic toe set with some white polish you kept carefully placed in her desk. But none of that worked. You were bored with everything you’d tried. Worse, your girlfriend had been looking so handsome in her loose plaid button up and dad jeans, as she slumped in her kitchen stool. It was getting so hard to remain detached and unaffected by the pristine silence in the house when you would pass by to check up on her.

Every so often Ellie’s pretty face would cutely scrunch up whenever she was puzzled by a question, which made for very testing times. But not as testing as when Ellie did that thing where she yanked at and ruffled her scruffy wolf cut, when she was in deep concentration. It was the cutest little boyish tic. You had nearly broken your own resolve to go run to her arms and litter her cheeks in glossy kisses. Which all made it so hard to have her near, as handsome as she was, and have her not even look up at you once. Not even allowed to step in her embrace, held by her toned arms, her sweet cologne and that woodsy scented jacket.

You were moping, and that moping turned into whining, and whining turned into annoyed flashes from Ellie’s eyes every time you got too squeaky. Those flashes turned into scowls, and that led to Ellie groaning at you.

“Can I help you with something?”

Ellie’s face was unamused, and it made you straighten your spine.

“N-no.”

“Great. Thanks.” She replied, her voice was just dripping in sarcasm. But that little flash of attention you had received filled your tummy with happy butterflies, until it went right back to her laptop.

You felt a twinge in your chest at how quickly she tuned you out. Did she not wanna talk to you at all? Ask about your day? Wanna know about the influencer gossip you found online? None of it?

“Meanie” you pouted while nudging your chin into your palm and clacking your acrylics on the granite. She didn’t have to say it so mean, she was usually sweeter n’ sillier. But today Ellie was a big meanie.

Ellie huffed and held back a massive eye roll. She stuck her head deeper into her laptop, she had to pretend you weren’t there. This test was important to her. You were too, but this seriously mattered more. Ellie needed more money. She needed to find a better apartment to rent, she needed to be able to support you the way she wanted too, and she needed a position with better hours so she could visit Joel's grave more regularly. You knew all that, so Ellie knew your whining wasn’t from ignorance, it was from childishness. She hated indulging you when you were childish. It was bad manners.

But she also knew if this went on long enough you might start silently crying in your pillow because you felt like your girlfriend hated you. You were clearly feeling neglected by Ellie, and coupled with her little sarcastic quip just a moment ago, Ellie wouldn’t put it past you to start sniffling within the next few hours. You were so pathetic. Ellie often joked that if you weren’t human you would’ve been the little runt abandoned by your pack for being so weak and whiny. And Ellie would’ve been a large reptile; a komodo dragon, who felt bad enough that instead of eating your tiny ass she would’ve raised you. Ellie had a weird little obsession with pliocene history, and because you were dumb, with a brain full of makeup and miniskirts, it went over your head 99% of the time. But Ellie knew you well, and she knew that more than outright being ignored, you hated the feeling that you made Els upset with you. It was your little runt nature, to always seek the validation of the large cold-blooded reptile in charge of your care that could still decide to eat you if you pissed her off enough. This relationship was almost ironically engineered.

Ellie understood you way too well.

Ellie tugged at her hair, because GOD you were such a piece of work. An adorable one, but still, a piece of fucking work!

“Okay.” Ellie breathed out. She ran her palms down her jeans, and spread her thighs farther apart. When Ellie manspread like that, you knew what it meant. But you still wanted her to say it. “Come here baby, come take a seat on me.”

“You sure?” you said hesitantly. Your gaze nervously flickered between her lap and floor.

“Need my baby girl right here,” Ellie said. She cocked her eyebrow and grabbed her bulge tightly. Enticing you.

Your eyes flew open. Your mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a gaping fish. You wanted Ellie’s attention, maybe to perch on her lap while she worked, but that movement meant something else entirely.

Ellie continued on, enjoying the surprise on your face a little too much. “Since you can’t sit still, come sit on this.” Ellie pulled her zipper down slowly, and shoved her fist in the opening; to fish out her hard cock out of her boxers, and rest it on her thigh. You gulped.

Your eyes fluttered between looking at Ellie's long shaft, and at her face. You could tell from her expression that she wasn’t bluffing. She looked very amused, and very curious as to what you’d do next. “W-what about your test?” You quipped. She lifted the base of her cock, “don’t worry about that, just come take a quick seat on this until you feel better.” You went to her lap, and nervously kept looking back at the cock she expected you to sink onto as you backed up on Ellie’s thighs. Ellie whispered “Why are you nervous princess? You’ve taken this before.”

Which made your hole flutter from the teasing smugness in her voice.

You had taken Ellie’s cock before. But after some prep, after lots of kisses from her, and after your slick was coating your engorged pussy lips from intense arousal. Not by just sitting on it while she was busy attacking a server’s exam.

Your eyes were glossy, Ellie found them so sparkly. You bunched your babydoll camisole higher up your tummy, and spread your ass cheeks. It was a good thing you loved prancing around Ellie’s apartment with no panties, it made spontaneous poundings so much easier. You lined up your hole with Ellie’s cockhead. “Good, now just sink down.” She fisted the base of her dick towards your vagina to help you. You slowly sunk onto her cock, taking it inch by inch. “Nhng, Ellie! feels too big, too big!” You clamped up as another inch forcefully popped through that tight little entrance. Ellie shushed you softly, rubbing circles in your back as she fed you her cock, until she was buried only a few inches deep. You couldn’t take her all the way down, and somehow you were so full. It felt like Ellie’s cock was pressing deep into your tummy. You had to hold back from whining to her about how her cock was definitely in your stomach, probably poking around in there. She’d shushed you for that silly idea once before and teased you for being so airheaded. Not like Ellie had expected you to have any better than a ditzy girl's understanding of anatomy anyway.

But as you felt her cock stretch you open, it was starting to feel like that again, like her cock was in your womb. It felt like Ellie was taking up all the space inside of you. She stretched your plump walls around her like you were her fleshlight. A fleshlight that was stretched to mold around every vein and ridge in Ellie’s cock.

You flexed your ass cheeks, and clamped your cunt around her cock, you tested for how much give you had to bounce up and down. But you gave up almost as soon as you tried lifting off the first time. The base of her cock was just too thick. Ellie felt stuck inside you. Like a wedding band wrapped around a chubby finger. You whimpered at the way her cockhead bumped all those squishy places inside your cunt. Ellie reassured you “Shhh don’t worry about bouncing baby, I’m nearly splitting you open. Just stay right here and get used to this angle.” Ellie turned her gaze back towards her laptop, and picked up from the last module she left off at.

Meanwhile your lower lip was trembling because your girlfriend's cock was resting inside your vagina, it was poking your cervix and rubbing along your walls in ways that made your tummy feel funny. The soreness was starting to subside but the fullness didn’t, and you wanted to move around a little bit. “E-Ellie i-it’s hard to move. No room,” you pouted over your shoulder.

“You don’t have to move, baby. You’re in timeout. Just sit and get my cock nice n’ warm.” Ellie turned her gaze back to her laptop as her other fingers drew slow circles in your lower back. It was such a brazenly lazy attempt at support, but Ellie’s main goal was to distract you — not make you feel pampered.

But you’d get that after anyway.

You tried grinding her cock in you, just to put the pressure of her cockhead in other places and not directly kissing the roof of your cunt. Ellie’s eyes flickered to where you two were connected and she thumbed the sensitive skin there. Which made you pull off slightly, you mewled at the sensitization you felt from her ministrations. Your hole was throbbing everywhere.

Ellie moaned at the sight, “you’re stretched so thin here, how did I fit inside you?”

You kept up with your poor attempts to grind n’ gyrate, so Ellie’s gaze traveled up towards your hips. She palmed your squishy ass; then skirted her fingers over your asshole. Ellie sunk her thumb into your asshole, just stopping at the first knuckle where her metal ring rested and whispered in your back. “I told you to stay baby.”

“Ellie no! Don’t touch over there!” You cried from embarrassment, you got so hot when she did that.

She smiled into your back “Why you shy cause I’m thumbing you right here? After your tiny cunt just swallowed my entire length? Please” Ellie smiled into your back.

Ellie’s attention kept jumping between completing her modules and questions and groping some sensitive part of your body. She’d mutter “You’re so tiny, wish you could see how much you’re stretched around me, plugged you up good.” Just to watch the hairs on your nape rise and watch how your hole contracted around her length from her words. Ellie rolled her narrow hips in circular motions, letting you get some little relief from the fat cock bullying your hole, by giving you some friction. The friction felt amazing on her clit too, rubbing along the puffy nub in a way that made heat pool in her belly.

Soon enough Ellie was biting back her own horny grunts, pressure building in her own cunt from the press of the harness. She kept up a slow circular grind to make her little baby feel good, and not feel so stretched out. But Ellie really considered chasing a silent orgasm for herself, it felt delicious to be in you.

You were dizzy with sensations, cock bumping your spongy g-spot just right. Your neglected clit was angry and red, but you were drunk on Ellie’s grinding. You were slurring all whiny “love your fat cock s’much Ellie. S’much ahh, love your coo-ock ahnnng.” Ellie’s hands came up to grope and squeeze your fatty tits. Because FUCK YOU for nearly making her bust after saying that. She kept grinding until your sloppy hole was doing butterflies on her cock. Slick dripping past the seal where you were wrapped around her shaft. Your hole was squeezing and releasing, over and over again as your orgasm tipped you over the edge and your toes turned pointed straight. The bottom of your fingers and palms had turned pink and red from how tight your fist was.

Ellie slowed down the grinding, she was happy enough you got your orgasm. The grinding felt nice on her clit, but she was more grateful at the fact that you might get sleepy and tap out. And she’d actually get some work done for once.

Ellie pulled you off her cock, and onto her lap. She smoothed a hand down your back as you winced when she pulled out. Your cum dribbled out of your weeping little pussy, globs of stringy cum seeped into Ellie’s pants after being plugged up by her cock. It was a mess you frequently made on Ellie after sex. It was evidence of a job well done; and a satiated princess.

You sniffled as you turned in Ellie’s embrace. “You sleepy?” Ellie asked

“Mhmmm” you moaned in her shoulder.

“I got you, you little princess. C’mon hold onto my shirt” Ellie guided your trembling hand to the collar of her button up and shushed you with sweet words about how “well you took her.” Ellie rocked you softly as she went back to her test, by the time you’d knocked out she’d completed a good chunk of her modules. She rocked you until your sniffles had quieted and you were fast asleep on her lap. She tucked her cock haphazardly into her boxers. You could sink onto it again after you woke up from your short nap.

Ellie spanked your ass, and felt the recoil jiggle against her palm. She shushed you again as you stirred from the assault. She whispered “I deserve a little treat after dealing with this bratty ass all day. I’m joking… I got you baby.”

After 45 minutes of not a single distraction to pull her attention away, Ellie completed her test. A solid 93%, way above a passing grade. Good enough to get her ServSafe certificate, and definitely good enough to start serving at her restaurant, and get better pay and better tips.

Ellie kissed the top of your head,

“Did it, peach.”

“Did’itttt wedidi...” You slurred into her chest. She smelled like sweet cologne. Your dreams were so happy.

She smiled into your hair.

Mhm yeah. We both did it.

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kenntolog · 18 days

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need to know how does cool boyfriend sukuna met loser!gf reader…. and how did sukuna likes her djbekwbsks

𝝑𝝔 an: this is so corny but i hope u like it!! more about cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader here! cw: a lil blood and a minor injury.

i think before meeting loser reader properly, sukuna was like angrier and more intimidating to his surroundings; a constantly irritated expression on his face and ready to curse everyone and everything. these characteristics didn’t seize with the start of your relationship, but they have died down significantly ever since.

so of course, sukuna getting angry about losing a game(yes, him meeting loser reader on the game he lost lol) and the ball in his hand turns into a weapon as he throws it away blindly, not turning around to see what happened even after registering the sound of a loud thud and a round of gasps.

it’s only when uraume, the team’s manager, calls out to him that sukuna’s angry face turns irritated and he rolls his eyes, cursing under his breath, before looking over in their direction.

the view is so unexpected sukuna can barely keep his laughter intact, eyes lazily scanning through the small crowd of people to find you on the previously squeaky clean floor of the court — the victim of his angry fit — with blood gushing out of your nose and face red from crying. it’s such a pitiful sight(he is such a menace) that he just lifts his arms behind his head, locking them in a relaxed manner, and continues staring.

uraume gives him a cold glare, “take her to the nurse’s office.”

the commanding tone of their voice makes him roll his eyes, “tsk. take her yourself.”

“sukuna.”

coach yaga’s voice contains more warning and sukuna groans, holding his hand out for you to take from the fear of being suspended from trainings, which has happened before because of his anger issues.

you look up at him with surprise and gently place your hand in his, not expecting him to tug you up roughly. the walk to the nurse’s is silent, with you occasionally sending shy glances his way while you’re holding a cloth to your nose.

“where the fuck is the nurse?” he asks impatiently, sitting down on the stool while you settle on the examination table.

he doesn’t really care for the answer, but he still hears your meek voice mumbling, “it’s her break time.”

sukuna is too restless to just sit there and wait for the nurse to come back. he shoots up from his spot, looking around for something before he steps closer to the table you’re seated on. the way your eyes widen, body instinctively moving back to avoid his space makes the corners of his lips curl upwards in a satisfied smirk. he makes a point of standing between your knees.

he tugs the bloody cloth out of your hands, ignoring your little ‘hey!’, and cups your jaw a little too roughly, angling your head a bit higher to inspect your nose.

for a totally bleak loser you have a pretty face, he notes in his head, a sight for sore eyes. eyes looking up at his like he’s from the outer world, a little scared and maybe even mesmerised, lips parted slightly with one side covered in dried blood, hair disheveled and eyes still a bit watery. his interest was piqued maybe a just a little.

sukuna tilts your head forward and pinches the soft part of your nose between his thumb and index finger. you hiss in pain, hands flying up to grip his wrist, which makes him roll his eyes.

“tsk, what a crybaby.”

you pout at him, a small whimper escaping you as he continues scanning your face intensely. you mutter something under your breath, looking away from him.

“… didn’t hit me with a ball—”

“what did you say?”

“nothing!”

his grip on your nose tightens and you whine.

“oww~” you pull away from him, hiding your nose from him with a wary look before you quietly confess, “i said if you didn’t hit me with your ball then i wouldn’t be crying, y’know.”

“i didn’t hit you with my ball.”

“eh? you totally did though…”

“i threw my ball and you just fell under it. your fault, loser.”

you stare at him in bewilderment and sukuna doesn’t hide his great amusement. he steps away, lazily looking through cabins; he finds wet wipes and a pack of bandaids. throwing them at you without looking he once again stands in front of you, watching the way you messily wipe the blood from your face.

but he hates when things aren’t neat so he takes the pack of wet wipes from your lap, pulling out one, and cleans the blood where you missed, his free hand on top of your head. he throws it somewhere behind himself and takes the pack of bandaids, picking out the ugliest one in his opinion to plaster it over the little bruise on the side of your nose.

you say ‘thank you’ with a small bow and stumble out of the nurse’s office, tripping over your own feet, while he just stares at you indifferently.

you bake him little cupcakes, as a sign of your gratitude, not knowing that he isn’t that fond of sweet treats. sukuna still eats them, begrudgingly enjoying their taste.

though he can’t deny that he is amused by you. and that’s how it started, you know, sukuna just being amused with the way you get flustered when making eye contact in the hallways and lecture halls, the way you still always shyly wave at him in greeting, eyes shining a bit brighter when he gives you a little smirk or a nod.

you’re such a loser, sukuna thinks, always so shy around him but also ready to do anything he says. so at first, of course, he thinks of using that obedience for his own benefit, but soon those thoughts leave his mind when sukuna realise how sincere and interesting you are once you really get into the conversation.

what first starts as little jabs(i would say bullying) from him and you getting frustrated with every teasing and insulting word he throws in your address, soon enough transforms into something more; sukuna’s interest only rising along with the adoration that builds up inside his usually unresponsive heart.

#— miya writes!#sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen x you #sukuna ryomen x reader #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #jujustsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader

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kisses4reid · 15 days

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big change | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

summary - cutting spencer’s hair results in more than just a ‘big change’ appearance wise.

genre - fluff!!!!! cutesy yearning

warnings - idk u scared of haircuts?? scissors??? kissing?? (barely edited btw)

a/n - sometimes i black out and write a fanfic and then find it later on and then i’m like shit this kinda fire and then i edit it and then i post it and then-

You roll your chair over to Spencer’s desk after much staring, and rest an elbow on a low stack of manila folders. Your sneakers squeak as you slow yourself, causing a visible flinch from the long haired boy.

His brunet hair was flicked up at the ends which touched his shoulders, the front pieces tucked behind his ears. As he lifted his gaze, hard expression softening immediately, you whispered, “I know your secret.”

His smile jolted, heart beat quickening. You had a cheeky smile on, hair twirling between your fingers, talking so low. You couldn’t possibly know his secret.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” He asked, placing his pen down and turning to give you his full attention.

“You don’t know how to cut your hair.” His long hair suited him, you thought he looked as handsome as he did on your first day of work how many years ago. The day Spencer fell in love.

Dumbfounded, Spencer replied with a pout, “I know how to cut my hair.”

You raised an eyebrow, and suddenly he was aware of the jagged lines and length of his hair, and how he was now bringing hair ties with him everywhere. Which was actually convenient for all female members of the team. He had to admit, it was inconvenient at times, and it wasn’t his favourite to deal with or to look at. He looked back into your sparkling expecting eyes, smiled softly, and continued, “You should cut it for me.”

You lifted your head from your palm and raised your eyebrows, a pink flush ghosting your cheeks. The offer was innocent, it was a favour, but something about it felt so domestic in your head that you couldn’t help but smile hard, cheeks pressing, “Yeah, of course.”

You pushed off his desk and returned to yours, though his gaze never left your sunny appearance.

The next day, you were knocking on a familiar apartment door, rocking on your sneaker heels, eyes wandering anywhere but where you thought Spencer would be when he opened the door. But even when he did open his door, after a thud and small ‘ow’, you couldn’t help but look at him and savour the last moments with his long hair.

He had a navy blue sweater over a white t-shirt, some sweatpants that looked more formal from afar, and mis-match socks on. You gulped and stepped into his apartment, taking everything in as if you hadn’t been there before.

You took off your light purple scarf and placed it on the kitchen counter, along side the small hair cutting kit you had gotten a few years ago (you couldn’t afford a hair cut before your first day at the BAU, it was a diy emergency).

The apartment was dark and cosy, cabinets a rich wood tone, countertops squeaky clean, couches plush and thrifted. You two often talked about the best thrift stores to visit, you had even planned to go to one together one day. As Spencer pulled a wooden bar stool into the kitchen to sit on, you tied your own hair up, reminding yourself of why you were here.

He smelt amazing, like a new book and burnt marshmallow, and as he gazed into your eyes waiting for you to speak, a cat caught your tongue. You were alone in this warm apartment, only the soft music of Spencer’s old playlist in the background, and a heart beating that you weren’t sure was yours or his.

“Um- Okay. Do you have a reference photo or?”

“Yeah,” he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and showed you a reference photo. It was like he wanted to be a boy band member, and as you imagined him with it, you couldn’t be happier.

He got nervous watching your reaction, it was a very drastic change. You placed his phone on the counter top next to your hair kit, his eyes following your every move like if he blinked you would dissipate. And when a small smile ghosted your face, he felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

"I like it."

"Good."

You leaned close to Spencer, your heat radiating onto him, to pull a lever on his chair to lower him to your eye level. A spray bottle appeared in your hand while the other covered Spencer's brown eyes. Suddenly, cold sprits of water caused Spencer to flinch every time he heard the trigger fire, causing you to giggle lightly. "It's just water." "I didn't get any warning though." He replied sheepishly. He couldn't hear much over his heartbeat, or see much other than you.

The next 15 minutes was spent in radio music and being surrounded by your sweet perfume, trying not to grab you or touch you as much as he wanted to. You were stood in front of him now, eyes focused on his bangs and the hair around his ears, scissors and comb in hand, and he couldn't stop gazing into your eyes like a little boy looking at the stars.

You were utterly gorgeous, beautiful, unreal. Spencer often wondered, especially at the start of your relationship, how nobody else had tried to date you in the team, or in general. But as the two of you grew closer, he realised you were telling everyone no. You were waiting for someone, and it made his heart break everytime he remembered your words.

If only he knew. Your hands jittered slightly, feeling insecure at his hard gaze that you simply couldn't ignore. You hoped in the dim lighting he couldn't see your red cheeks or steep breaths, or that he could. You hoped you never finished cutting his hair, and you thought of other ways you could stay this close. He was tall, warm, comfortable. He was smart, caring, clean. He was Spencer, who wouldn't want to stay with him? A gulp escaped you, and he ripped his eyes off of yours, looking down to avoid your eyes and to see the damage.

There was piles of hair beneath your feet now, and he smiled at the sight.

"Spencer, stop moving your head. I couldv'e cut off your eyebrows." Your laugh filled the apartment, and he looked back up at you.

He hadn't realised how far you had gotten, your eyes scanning his hair for any improvements before a small smile of approval appeared on your cheeks. A breath escaped him. You turned to close your kit. He stood up and placed a hand on the front of your neck, turning your head, and planting his lips on yours.

You squeaked in surprise, quickly kissing back as his hands traveled to your cheeks, holding onto you like you were the only girl in the world. Your fingertips splayed on his chest, you pulled away only to be followed for another kiss, only broken up by a millisecond of a breath.

You opened your eyes and pushed him softly away, noticing the lipstick now stained on his lips and around them. The dim kitchen was spinning, your chest was heaving, and your heart was racing a million beats per minute. You even got a little light-headed before Spencer took his hands from your face and rest them on your waist.

He was much taller now that he wasn't sat, and he looked even more handsome with the haircut you had given him. For a second you thought you were hallucinating. Spencers eyes played between your lips and your eyes, before meeting you in the middle once again. He lifted you slightly, kissing you with movements full of yearning and passion, slowly with multiple breaths in the middle to give you time to reject him (which he expected), but you never did.

You put one hand on his cheek as he pulled away. He smiled widely at you, taking the enthusiasm back as a good sign. He didn't totally fuck up. You whispered, "You kiss your barbers often?" He replied with a cheeky smile, "Only you."

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rustedhearts · 10 months

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Raise Hell (Nascar!Steve x fem!reader)

summary: nascar driver steve harrington is a hot mess. literally. but when he keeps coming into your diner, staggeringly drunk and adorable, you can’t help but grow fond of him.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

hot wheels masterlist main masterlist

tags: nascar!steve, reader is referred to as ‘bunny,’ just fluff and flirting.

author’s note: i don’t know much about the mechanics of nascar because i’m more of a formula one fan, so some of the racing terms/descriptions might seem a bit more f1. sorry!

raise hell, praise…harrington?

talladega, alabama, summer 1995

In Talladega, a girl’s got two things to be: a country beauty queen, or stuck at her high school job. Stupid or stuck. You were stuck—specifically, stuck balancing trays of sweet teas and cokes, and burning your palms on the underside of steaming hot burgers and flapjacks. Stuck in the same stupid powder blue uniform and frilly lace apron you’d been swearing since you were seventeen. Sometimes, you started to wonder if you were no longer stuck—just plain stupid.

But two years ago, Nascar saw a new face on the tracks: one Steve Harrington. Donned ‘Pretty Boy’ for his princely good looks and boyish charm, he burned rubber like nobody’s business, and Alabama’s been in an uproar ever since. You normally didn’t welcome midwestern men with such open and loving arms in a place like this, but as the folks say: he’s one of us, honey.

And one of you he became. He even had the slight slur of a southern twang to prove it, and you came to hear it firsthand when he sat at the end of your counter one night last October, bleary-eyed and pink-cheeked.

“What can I get you, Hot Wheels?” You hadn’t meant for the name to slip, but once it was out there, you couldn’t take it back.

Luckily, Steve just laughed. Slumped on his palm, draped over the counter full of old crumbs and sticky syrup, he pointed toward a laminated menu beside him.

“You guys sell fries?”

You gave him a basket of hot, golden french fries fresh out of the fryer, salted to perfection by yours truly. When Steve saw them sitting in front of him, practically overflowing in their red plastic, newspaper-lined confines, his eyes got huge. He devoured the basket in five minutes flat. You turned your back to clean the coffee pot, and when you went to check on him, offer a glass of water to rouse him from drunken stupor, he was gone.

Sitting in his empty, grease-splattered basket were two hundred dollar bills. It’s still the largest tip you’ve ever gotten on such a small bill to date (or…on any bill).

When Steve Harrington stopped by the diner, you went home with a thicker wallet, a swollen heart, and a burning blush on your face.

You always heard his arrival before you saw his face. The smooth, low grumble of his Ferrari engine. His headlights blared through the blinds on the diner windows, whipping with effortless expertise into the front spot near the door. The headlights cut off, and moments later the door chimed as his lean figure stumbled through.

Designer sneakers scuffing the floor, black leather racing jacket with endorsement patches ironed on neat gleaming beneath the white fluorescents of the diner. He smelled like gasoline and boozy cologne—or maybe that was just the booze. Steve's favorite bar was just up the road: a swanky wood-paneled joint with a mechanical bull, and girls just out of college in skimpy denim shorts and leather cowboy boots. He always left with pink-tinged cheeks and a sway in his step, and though you disapproved of getting behind the wheel under the influence, you didn't mind that he raced all the way here just to get to you.

Tonight, like every night, he strode straight toward the counter and took his seat on a squeaky metal stool at the end.

He patted the counter, shot a finger gun at you, and smiled a half-cocked grin. "Hey, pretty girl."

Cheeks blazing, you rolled your eyes as you collected the coffee pot—freshly brewed just for him—and his basket of sizzling, golden fries. You placed the fries in front of him and flipped over a porcelain mug, pouring a steady stream until it pooled around the rim. No room for cream or sugar: how Steve liked it best. He was already five fries in by the time you placed the coffee pot back.

"Hey, Hot Wheels. Catch anythin' good tonight?"

Elbows pressed against the counter, you leaned over the stack of sticky menus and extra ketchup bottles to flash him your sweetest smile. You always laid it on real thick for guys like him. None of 'em tipped like Steve did, and none of 'em were nearly as handsome. None of 'em made you laugh like Steve did. Jesus, how stupid was that?

"Nothin' worth bringin' home, Bun," Steve sighed, head falling to his palm as his fingers made quick work of delivering fries straight to his mouth.

"Better luck next time." You shrugged, though you knew what this game was.

"No," Steve mused, eyes narrowed with a twinkle of mockery, lips coated in shiny grease and flecks of salt. "No, I don't think so. Know who I'd love to take out, though?"

You pulled away from the counter, that familiar flutter in your chest. You reached for the damp rag previously soaked in lemon sanitizing spray, wiping at the crumbs behind the counter. Steve always came in right when you were closing up. The first time he stumbled in, you threatened to kick him out, but something about those stupid puppy dog eyes and that sly, halfway smile made you stop. You always agreed to close on weekends, just to stay back and clean up after the strays and Steve Harrington. The diner was quiet, only the buzz of old lights and the distant whoosh of cars on the road keeping you company until he appeared.

"Who?" you asked, eyes flicking his way as he munched on his fries. The newspaper in his basket crinkled with his eager snatching.

Steve lifted his head, movements slow and bleary, and in your periphery, you could see it follow your every motion. His jacket made his shoulders look broad and big. You could smell the cigarette remnants still on his hands when you moved in front of him again.

"Come on, Bun," he huffed, that poor, sweet attempt at an Alabama drawl clinging to every word. The way he said your given nickname made your heart squeeze.

"Come on, what?" You flashed him a smile, pursed lips and scrunched nose, and he shook his head amusedly at it. He thought you were so beautiful, even in this ridiculous 1950s getup, hair frazzled and face gleaming with heat.

"When are you gonna let me take you out, sweetheart?" he pouted, hand bumping his empty, grease-stained basket when he dropped it to the counter.

Though your insides were stirring and the back of your neck felt like someone was giving it a pinch, you spun on your heel and reached for the coffee pot again, feigning an air of cool ease. You never wanted a man to have the upper hand on you, no matter how pretty that man might be. Your daddy taught you better than that.

Pressing close to the counter, you held the pot midway in the air, hovering, and caught Steve's eye. His were all whiskey brown and muddy green, more hazel than anything. It was only at this moment that you heard the Willie Nelson song humming on the jukebox in the corner. His lips parted when your eyes narrowed, catlike and dreamily charming.

You inched closer, leaning in like you were fixing to whisper a secret. "When you come in sober, Mr. Harrington."

You topped off his untouched coffee, placed the pot back, and sashayed toward the tables to wipe them down (for the second time tonight). Behind you at the counter, Steve gnawed on his lip, head tipping to admire the backs of your thighs where they caught the plump flesh of your ass beneath your shorts. He scoffed to himself, snatching the mug thrumming with heat, slurping at the potent black liquid.

If sober was what you wanted, sober you would get.

♡ ♡

Nascar was always on channel two, and when your manager Rod was working, he insisted on playing it on the tiny television behind the counter. He paced between the office in the sticky kitchen and the space behind the counter, munching on peanuts and sipping a jumbo Pepsi from the morning.

"Rod, maybe you should have somethin' else to eat." You whooshed a platter of burgers and fries over his head as you rushed toward your table.

"Nah, I'm waitin' for that-that Harrin'ton kid to come on," he excused, motioning toward the tv with a salted peanut palm.

You bit back a grin, sliding the plates onto the table for your eager customers. Wiping your hands on your apron, you headed back to the counter and leaned on the other side.

"What, excited to watch his engine crap out again?” you teased, giggling at Rod’s offended expression before flouncing off toward the kitchen for your break.

“That kid might not be from here, but he’s one of us now, Bunny!” Rod called after you, accent thick and slurred loose.

You waved a hand, eyes rolling. “Why d’ you think I give him such a hard time, Rod?”

You heard his hoarse chuckle as you hopped up on the empty steel tabletop in the kitchen, snatching a soggy fry from a half-empty basket. The cooks all murmured about a table that sent back a burger (there’s always one), and asked you about your shift today. The occasional ‘how are the kids,’ and ‘your garden holding up well in this heat?’ ensued, but most of them knew that when you had a moment to yourself back here, you preferred it in silence.

Billy, a line cook a few years older than yourself, whizzed by with a greasy silver spatula and a plate of perfect, crispy grilled cheese. He slipped it onto your lap as he passed, eye dropping in a wink, before he returned to the grill. You grinned in thanks, picking up the warm, shiny sandwich.

You were halfway through the first triangular slice when a holler jolted you on the table. You dropped the slice, rushing to place the plate on the table and skitter into the dining room again. Head whipping around, you searched for some sort of disaster—a hurt child, a choking customer—and found Rod screaming at the television, red-faced and glistening with sweat.

Huffing, you collapsed against the counter. “Rod, what the hell?”

Rod didn’t tear his eyes away from the television as he smacked his hands together. “Aw, come on! His car’s crappin’ out, he’s gon’ have t’ leave the race.”

You shifted toward the television, preparing to scoff at the urgency of Rod’s statement when sparks skidded over the track on the screen. Even in their pixelated form, the sparks were bright and sharp as a firework on independence day. You watched the cherry red car bounce, jostling the driver inside—clear cause for a biting backache. The car veered left, then right, then toward the off track where Steve stopped it.

Rod cursed, slapping his knee and shaking his head.

“Got-damnit,” he shrilled, easing up from the stool. “When’re they gonna put ‘im in a car that actually drives?”

Rolling your eyes and attempting to ignore the ball of worry the size of Texas aching in your chest, you slid away from the counter and headed back toward the kitchen where your food waited.

“When are you gonna get t’ work, Rod?”

“Eh.”

♡ ♡

That night, you soaked the linoleum in lemon cleaner and scrubbed at the vinyl booths, lights dimmed to keep customer count low until you actually closed. Rod left a few hours ago, and only a handful of cooks lingered in the back, shooting the shit and sharing smokes. You liked having the dining room to yourself while you closed up, humming along the radio and watching the road through the windows. You fantasized about a life with enough money to never wipe a table again.

Given the day he had on the track, the last person you expected to see that night was Steve Harrington. So when the door chimed open and shoes squeaked across the freshly-cleaned tile, you whirled around with a customer-approved smile in preparation for a sweet but curt “we’re about to close.” However, the customer service facade dimmed at the sight of that familiar pretty face and those colorful ironed-on insignias.

“Hey, Bun.” He sounded breathless and beat.

"Hey," you squeaked, dumbfounded by the sight of him.

The outline of his helmet still sat on his face: aggravated red lines indented around his eyes, across his cheeks and nose. His hands, Ferrari-red and raw, trembled as they swept through his tousled hair. "Mind if I sit, Bun? Long day."

Which is how he ended up slumped in a clean booth, head of slick locks thumped against the glass. It felt odd to see him in an actual seat instead of his usual at the bar, but he needed the rest. You could only imagine the sort of strain a car going 200 miles an hour while jerking around had on someone.

You slipped into the kitchen, and with a meek and quiet plead, had the cooks make one last batch of fries fresh for Steve before they left. Just enough for the driver to get his strength back up and feel at home again. The fried pile of grease glistened and sizzled in their plastic confinement on the way out of the kitchen, a cold glass of Pepsi fizzing in your other hand.

You brought them to the man still drooped in the furthest booth, head tipping to find his eyes. "Steve?"

"Hmm?" Blearily, the racer sat upright and blinked at you.

Flashing him a fond smile, you pushed the basket of fries closer to him. "Food."

"Oh."

He munched on the crispy golden potatoes for a while in silence. The back door clinked with the absence of cooks. You thought about getting up to flip the sign over to 'sorry we're closed!' but you couldn't find it in yourself to leave the table. Eventually, you slid into the booth across from him and watched him eat. He sucked down the Pepsi through a striped straw like a toddler gulping apple juice.

"Why did you come here tonight? I mean...you're in no shape, Hot Wheels," you remarked, watching him rub his fingers free of salt.

Steve's eyes flickered toward you below his brows, chin tipped toward his food. He straightened up when he saw you watching, giving his shoulders a shrug. He smelled like scorched rubber, gasoline, and a bit of bourbon-whisky.

"Had a shit day," he muttered, eyes returning to his fries with urgency. "Knew seein’ you would cheer me up."

A flutter disrupted the rhythm thumping in your chest. You felt it in your throat, too, settling like indigestion. You swallowed harshly to clear it away, easing the wonderment in your face with a little grin. Steve went back to finishing the thin strips of fry remnants sitting at the bottom of his basket.

Stripped free of liquored charm and that 'pretty boy' suave, Steve Harrington actually seemed...sweet.

"Hey, Hot Wheels?"

Steve looked up, lips glassy with grease. "Yeah?"

"You can take me on that date now."

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dragon-ascent · 14 days

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Bathtub Mermaid

another mermay special, not really, but also yes.

It's an intimate thing for one to give their lover a bath - and Zhongli makes the activity all the sweeter. After a long week of work and responsibilities, your husband had decided to surprise you with a relaxing soak, the bathtub filled with warm water, bubbles, bath salts, and all the nicest shampoos, conditioners, and bath gels you can think of.

You don't even have to lift a finger while you're in; Zhongli happily washes your hair and body for you, making sure you're squeaky clean!

"You're the best," you tell him for the umpteenth time this evening, swaying your legs and watching the ripples hurry along. Zhongli, sitting on a stool beside the tub with his sleeves deliciously rolled up to expose his forearms, merely chuckles softly. You turn around gracefully so you're directly facing him, placing your elbows on the edge of the smooth, cool tub. "Guess what!"

"What is it, my dearest?"

Grinning, you say, "I'm a mermaid!" To prove your point, you glide around a bit in the limited space you have.

"Oh?" he asks, raising an eyebrow and running his sensual fingers along your bare leg (which makes you blush). "You say that, yet you have human appendages."

"That's because...I chose to have legs! I'm a shape-shifting mermaid!" You bring your legs closer to your chest.

Zhongli laughs again, leaning over to kiss you on your soapy head. "That you are. Will you sing for me, then?"

"Mermaids can only sing well underwater," you say with a giggle, "above water it'll just be weird and screechy! And unfortunately, I used up my underwater breathing for the day, good sir."

"That's all right, I'm sure I will enjoy your over-water singing as well, dear mermaid."

"Suit yourself!" You take a deep breath...and unleash the unholiest gremlin noises known to mankind. While your little concert of mayhem unfolds, Zhongli's fond smile never leaves his face.

When you're done, he claps, much to your amusement. "It was quite...powerful. The lyrics seem mysterious and intriguing as well - are they symbolic of the emotional turmoil you feel at the dissonance between land and sea?" This man could be a literature professor.

You nod cheekily. "You totally got it. You're a genius, darling!" Humming, you continue idling about in the water with as much grace as you can muster. A while passes before Zhongli reaches out again.

"Ah, look at you glow," remarks your lover, cupping your cheek. "Such beauty, playfulness and charm...you truly are a mermaid."

"Hey!" you squeal, blushing deeply, "I'll screech-sing again!"

And you do, but Zhongli's loving smile only grows.

#sini writes #zhongli #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #fluff #drabble

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seresinhangmanjake · 2 months

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Not Your Type: Part 1

Jake Seresin x Goth Girl!Reader

Summary: Jake Seresin doesn't usually have to try hard to get women, but the only woman to catch his attention in a long time doesn't want anything to do with him.

Notes/Warnings: Jake is annoying in this part. Unwanted flirting. This is a series, but it will be more like glimpses into their lives over time. Cursing. Eventually 18+

Words: 1269

Not Your Type Masterlist

Day 1: Meeting

“Holy shit.”

Bradley finishes his swig of beer before following his teammate's locked stare. Chuckling as he shakes his head, he says, “Don’t even bother.”

Jake’s eyes don’t waver from the woman who has snatched his attention quicker than a snap of the fingers. “Why not? She–”

“Deserves to be spared from your bullshit,” Bradley interrupts. “You pull a lot of shit on a lot of women, do you really think it’s a good idea to fuck with one that looks like she’ll cast some sort of spell on you?”

The blond’s head turns and tilts to keep his view of the woman covered in black from head to toe as she moves through the crowd. “I’m not so sure she hasn’t already.”

“Jesus,” Bradley mutters, putting the bottle to his lips again. He rolls his eyes at Jake’s lack of blinking while watching her take a seat at the bar. “Goth princess over there is not going to want anything to do with you. You look like a shiny, private school douchebag. You are a shiny, private school douchebag.”

“What do you think the chances are she’s into that?”

“Zero. Did you not just hear me?”

Finally, green eyes meet brown. “You know, you could take a lesson from Bob and be a little more supportive.”

Bradley snickers, nudging his head the woman’s way. “I give it five minutes and you’ll be limping back over here with your tail between your legs.”

Jake pats the brunet on the shoulder. “Thanks, buddy.”

“Any time.”

—

Out of the chaos of melding sounds, it’s the scrape of a stool over hardwood flooring that manages to stand out. Surrendering your effort to separate one voice from another, you open your eyes to see in your peripherals that the stool—the stool that was right next to you; the stool that was perfectly satisfied being vacant—has been disturbed. It was unmoving and empty, as you liked it, and now it’s occupied, as you do not like it. A knee nearly bumps yours as a body shifts to get comfortable, but it’s pulled back in time to avoid the collision.

With arms braced on the bartop, the man now beside you leans forward a bit to place himself in your line of vision; not fully, but enough for you to detect a hint of blond hair and tanned skin and pearly white teeth.

“Hi,” he says. When you glance his way, his eyes gleam, emphasizing the sparkling flecks within the green. “I’m Jake.”

“Is that so.”

Your lips thin in unenthused acknowledgment and you return your attention to your fingers twisting the stem of your martini glass. The black lip print on the rim makes two full rotations before he opens his mouth again.

“Are you waiting on somebody?” he asks. “A date, maybe?”

“No,” you tell him, immediately cursing yourself for providing him with an answer.

Somehow his grin gets bigger. Too wide, too radiant, too confident. He’s too squeaky clean for your taste. “What’s your name?”

You take a sip of your drink and let the entirety of it, aftertaste included, disappear completely before you say, “What could you possibly need my name for?”

“Should I just call you Hot Goth Princess instead?” He smirks. “I’m not against it if that’s what you want, but it’s less personal than I prefer.”

This guy wants your full attention—well, he’s got it. Your brows knit and you shoot him a glare. “No, you should not call me Hot Goth Princess,” you snap.

You don’t know his game, but you know you’re not interested. You’re not interested partly because he should not be interested in you. There’s a type that goes after you; dark, brooding, with tattoos that were done in a dirty garage after getting high. However, you won’t deny there are striking similarities in what attracts you to those men and what this man also possesses. The light eyes, the bone structure, the neat hair and the muscles thick enough to rip the short sleeves of a shirt. He ticks plenty of the boxes on your superficial checklist, but he’s also the antithesis of everything you are. If he weren’t showing signs of being the jerk you think he is, he’d be sunshine-bright to an irritatingly blinding degree; and you weren’t called Vampire Girl by some preteen brats the other day for no reason.

“How would you like it if I called you Over-Confident Ken Doll?”

You don’t back away when he leans in a little closer. “Sweetheart, if that’s what turns you on I’d be all for it.”

Your eyes narrow. “How does this work on other women?” you ask.

“What other women?”

That green gaze slowly roams about your face, lingering on your mouth the longest. He stares and after a moment, you think he’s gotten lost. He stares like he wants to lick the midnight hue right off of your lips. He stares as other men have stared; their minds wandering, undoubtedly imagining what a black ring of lipstick would like around their cocks.

“I only see you,” he says.

He meets your eyes again and in return you roll yours so hard you have a brief moment of concern that they might stay that way. “That is the biggest batch of bullshit I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”

He blinks and flinches, drifting a few inches out of your personal space. “What do you mean?”

A scoff leaves your mouth. “I’m not your type, Sweetheart.”

“You’re not?”

You turn in your seat, facing him.

“It’s Jake, right?” He nods, and you don’t miss the harsh bob of his Adam’s apple. “Well, Jake, I’m not new around here. I’m a regular, actually, and you know what? You’ve not noticed me before tonight. Not once. But I've noticed you. You’re loud and arrogant and it’s a very specific type of woman that flocks to you.” Your hand plants on your chest directly above your heart. “I am not that type of woman. So whatever this is that you’re doing,” you say, motioning between your body and his, “I don’t buy it.”

Either he’s not quick enough to come up with a logical response or you’ve stunned him into silence. He doesn’t say a thing when you twist back around in your seat and finish off your drink in one gulp, but his eyes on your face are burning.

“Don’t waste my time,” you continue, “Or risk having your ego bruised further.”

The silence between you lasts too long, edging its way into awkward territory. Thankfully, he breaks it.

“Alright,” he mutters. He clears his throat and stands. “Sorry.”

You avoid looking his way until he’s far enough for a few bodies to partially block your view of him and the friend he joins. The friend laughs as Jake runs a hand through his hair. Still laughing, he says something, and Jake gives a defeated shrug of his slightly slumped shoulders before you see him start to turn his head.

You whip around, hoping he doesn’t catch you watching him. His eyes linger again and they burn you just as strongly as they did when he was within twelve inches of your face; which means you feel the exact second he looks away.

Releasing the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in your lungs, you glance over at him one last time, but it’s the friend who greets you. He smirks at you, then he chuckles and shakes his head. When he pats the shoulder of a hunched-over Jake, you suddenly feel a little bad.

But not that bad.

A/N: Please understand that Jake’s behavior in this fic is not something I condone. I know he’s a bit too aggressive but it is not my intention to offend anyone. So hopefully I didn't. Thanks for reading :)

tags: @wkndwlff @kmc1989 @sagittarius-flowerchild @dempy @rosiahills22 @xoxabs88xox @matisse556 @hardballoonlove @lynnevanss @pono-pura-vida @tgmreader @amgluvsbooks @ravenhood2792 @djs8891 @shakespeareanwannabe @penguin876 @tgmavericklover @athenabarnes @emilyoflanternhill @wretchedmo @shanimallina87 @crowsreadsarahjmaas @mamachasesmayhem @sky2nd @jessicab1991 @rosedurin @averyhotchner @horseshoegirl @roosteraloha @b-bradshaw @ssa-sadboi @buckysteveloki-me @whatislovevavy @dreamlandcreations

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spiderceo · 3 months

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− ⌗ vaudeville vows ⊹.∿

summary; in the middle of the night, an unwelcome guest makes an appearance at your piano. he brings you offers of fame and fortune for only the small price of your soul…

tags; gender-neutral reader, reader can sing and play piano, manipulation, alastor being unsettling, probs gonna be slow burn <3

word count; 1.9k

pairing; alastor x reader

a/n; ive never written for alastor before and this kind of character is outside my comfort zone. im hoping to make this into a multi-part story so let me know thoughts and such. reposts are greatly appreciated ^^

master post | part two

The piano that sat in your apartment was barely played anymore. Ever since you picked up more shifts at work to help pay your ever increasing bills, there wasn’t enough time in the day to play. You badly wanted to sit down and glide your fingers over the keys again, but every time you got home from work you were too tired. Today was just the same.

You had finally just gotten cozy in bed when you heard the sound of a singular key being pressed. That was enough to stir you and make you sit upright in bed. Your body froze in the darkness, brow furrowed, as your strained your ears to listen again. The silence was deafening all until you heard not just a note, but a chord being played.

Someone was in your home.

Your heart raced at the thought of someone breaking in. Adrenaline ran through your veins as your reached for your phone. The bright screen strained your eyes as you typed in the number for emergency services. Slipping carefully out of bed, you avoided all the floorboards you knew to be squeaky. Even the slightest of ruffles from your duvet sounded so loud in the dead of night.

You kept the emergency number on your screen, thumb poised to hit the call button the moment you were sure someone was there. Moving towards the living room, you could feel the weight of anticipation hanging heavily in the air. Anxiety crept up your neck as you reached the doorway and poked your head around it, expecting to see a murderer or a robber.

Instead, you were met with a surprising sight. There, sitting at your piano, was a figure cloaked in shadows, positioning their hands on the ivory keys. Then they began to play. The song you recognised was from your childhood. Your grandad had a vast collection of vintage vinyl records and this song appeared on one of them.

‘Ain’t Misbehavin’’ by Fats Waller.

You stood there mesmerised by the stranger’s skilful performance, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t until the other instruments in the song began to play that you were truly dumbfounded. It sounded like they were coming from an old radio, just like the one your grandad also happened to own.

You were unsure of what to do. Call the police? The number was still pulled up on your phone. Confronting them might end up in you being attacked. But something about the music held you captive, it drew you closer a few steps. That was a mistake. One creak of your floorboards and the music was reduced to radio static. A glint of red shone through the dark as you stood there like a deer in headlights.

Piercing carmine eyes held your wide-eyed stare. They bore holes into you and you could have sworn you felt your skin burning. You didn’t so much as breathe as you waited for the shadowed figure to make their next move. The only light in the room came from the city beyond your curtains and the phone which was slowly slipping from your grasp. When it hit the floor, the stranger’s eye twitched before they turned around fully on the stool to look at you.

The lights in your apartment flickered on and you almost let out a scream at the sight of the creature posed at your piano. His wide uncanny grin held the sharpest teeth you had ever seen in your life. Just that alone was enough to make you want to turn in run. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

“Ah, it seems I have an audience,” the voice came out like it was filtered, playing through the same radio that the instruments were coming from before. “I hope you don’t mind the impromptu performance. Your piano was simply too tempting to resist!” the make voice sounded smooth but with an edge of menace to it.

Torn between fear and curiosity, you hesitated with your next move. He just sat there grinning at you with wide eyes as he waited for your response. The crackling of a radio filled the void as you considered your options. This creature was such a stark contrast to your home and yet here he was, sat playing your piano as though he belonged. It was disturbing to say the least.

“What do you want?” you managed to choke out, your voice sounding quieter than you intended.

The creature chuckled as though you were the most amusing thing he had seen in a while. It send a chill down your spine as he crossed his legs and continued to eye you up without a change in his expression. That ever-present smile twisted as he spoke once more.

“Oh, nothing much, my dear. Just a bit of entertainment to lighten my mood,” he moved his hands as he spoke, swirling his wrists dramatically. “After all, what harm could a little music do?” with a flourish, he stood from the stool snd began inspecting various things in your living room. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he looked through your bookshelf silently.

You felt like the odd thing out right now despite this being your home.

You watched the creature as he looked at you over his shoulder before dissipating into the shadows. It happened so fast that is you blinked, you would have missed it. As you stood there, a new feeling of unease settled in the room. The piano beckoned you to it, its keys whispering a siren’s song that promised you happiness.

With trembling hands, you approached the instrument, still feeling the presence of the creature’s lingering charm. You couldn’t place what he was and that somehow felt worse than actually knowing. Your mind was trying to come up with any rational explanation for what just happened to you, but every string of thought came back blank. You started to consider the impossible and the supernatural. A wendigo, perhaps? The small, twisting horns on his head certainly suggested that but he didn’t look like any of the usual depictions of the folklore anomaly. What about a demon?

A demon.

Oh god, what if you just let a demon into your home? You stared straight ahead at the piano with fear building inside you. Despite your current mood, your hands rose to rest on the keys. There was an undeniable allure to the piano, a yearning to finish the demon’s song and fill the room with music that had been silenced for too long.

Taking a deep breath, you tentatively placed your fingers on the correct chords and hesitantly pressed down. The sound was uncertain at first, rusty and unpracticed. As you continued to play, however, the rhythm of it all came back naturally. You really hoped your neighbours wouldn’t mind you playing in the middle of the night.

With each note, you felt more at ease. It was a rather good distraction from what had just happened to you. You had almost convinced yourself you were just seeing things. With how exhausted you had been recently, you just chalked it up to being sleepy. The worries you had faded away and were replaced with the joy your music brought. You forgot about the intruder, going to bed, your unpaid bills, and all the responsibilities waring you down. All that mattered was the music, a beacon of light cutting through the dark that was your life at the moment.

As the final notes rang out, you closed your eyes with a peaceful smile. Whatever may come, you knew the music would always be there as a source of solace in times of need.

“Impressive, my dear. It seems you have a great talent for music,” a voice crooned in your ear, it dripped with honeyed malice, “But imagine what you could achieve with a little…assistance.”

Your eyes snapped open as you pushed yourself backwards and put as much distance between you and the demon as possible. The piano stool was now lying sideways on the floor as you moved with urgency.

So you weren’t just seeing things because you were tired. There really was a demon in your home and he seemed pretty adamant on conversing with you. Despite his charming voice, you knew his words were not to be trusted. Not only had he broken into your home, he had played your beloved piano. And now he was trying to offer you something by the sounds of it. Classic demon stuff.

“What do you mean?” you asked cautiously, now happy with the distance you put between the two of you. The demon’s grin widened more than you thought was possible, more teeth visible than before. “I propose a deal,” he said, voice dripping with temptation. “I give you piano lessons, help hone your skills, and guide you on the path to fame and fortune. In exchange, when the time comes for you to depart this world and enter the depths of hell, your soul will belong to me.”

Your heart raced at the offer. The promise of fame and success would be tempting for almost anyone, but the thought of selling your soul to a demon made you reconsider. “Is it worth it?” you asked yourself but he obviously heard you.

“The pleasures of fame are beyond compare!” He exclaimed, arms gesturing widely. “It’s much better than that awful dead end job you have now, that’s for sure. Think of giving up your soul for this as a small price to pay for greatness.”

You didn’t know what drug he infused with his words, but they were seriously making you consider this. The thought of being a master pianist who was loved and admired by millions was a silly dream you had when you were a kid. Now it was a single hand shake away. It was almost too enticing to resist but deep down, you knew that no amount of fame was worth the cost of your soul.

With steely resolve, you met the demon’s eyes and shook your head. “I’ll pass.” you said firmly, your voice tinged with whatever confidence you had in you at that moment. Who knew what denying a demon his feed would do.

The entity’s eye twitched, a look of annoyance crossing his features. The grin he kept on his face turned tense as a glint of frustration passed through his glowing eyes. Suddenly, all those emotions were gone as he put on a bright persona again.

“Ah, well,” he dismissed casually, waving his hand as though the encounter never happened. “The offer still stands should you ever change your mind. Until then, I bid you adieu, my dear musician.”

With a flourish, the demon disappeared into the shadows. The light went with him and you were left to stand in the darkness. The only light was coming from your phone which still lay on the floor with the emergency services number on the dial pad.

You were truly alone with your thoughts now. The fading echoes of his proposal stuck with you. You turned back to the piano and glared through the dark to see a piece of paper sat against the music desk. At the top of the sheet, the name ‘Alastor’ was written in elegant cursive. It didn’t take an idiot to figure out that this was the demon’s name.

Judging by the way he left, you were certain that this would not be the last time you’d be seeing him.

part two

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🔗 off the hook. ★ jake sim.

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☆ pairing: sim jaeyun x fem!reader

☆ story length: VERY LONG.

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☆ synopsis: Tired and burnt out from studying and university, i decide to blow off steam when my dormmate says there’s a party at the frat house on campus. Things escalate from having a few too many drinks, to waking up next to the campus’s well known playboy, Jake Sim.

☆ concept: strangers (enemies?) to lovers.

☆ warnings: swearing, dark humor, mention of alcohol, mention of trauma, gentle smut?, sexual jokes, death threats. (tell me if i missed anything!)

• 💌 ami’s note: i also wrote this in first person! I hope you can still put yourself in the place of the narrator! This is proof read. I worked so hard on this.. :,)

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Another exam that was coming up, another friday night of studying. Mid terms were really starting to get to me.. I was being bullied by my own brain from all the things i had to memorize, mumbling frustrated curses at myself every time i got an answer wrong on my exam prep papers. I was a pretty average student, not the best, but never the worst. I always did pretty okay on exams or tests, but stress always got the better of me.

I was probably sitting at the kitchen counter for hours at this point, constantly reading the same sentence over and over from my syllabus, trying to understand what the fuck it was talking about.

“fuck this.. i’m gonna go to bed..” I yawn to myself as i stretch my arms out and arch my back a bit against the kitchen stool.

As i start gathering all my books, syllabuses and prep sheets from the counter, i heard the front door of the dorm open. It was Yunjin, my roommate. She was all happy and excited about something, kicking her shoes off her feet as she ran up to me with a huge grin on her face. I was kinda weirded out by her behavior, but it wasn’t really something new to me.

Yunjin became my roommate in my second year of uni. She was really nice, but barely around to be completely honest. She was a huge social butterfly though, she could make you her friend in a matter of minutes.. and with that talent of hers, i considered her a pretty good friend now.

“y/n y/n y/n! there’s a party tonight at the frat house, you heard about it?” her tone very enthusiastic and kind of loud.

“oh- for real? I didn’t hear. They haven’t thrown anything in a while.” I wasn’t very shocked by the news. I mean, frat guys always throw parties, right?

“we should totally go! It’s around 10, i think? C’mon you haven’t been out in sooo long. You could totally use tonight to have some fun.” She still had a huge smile on her face as she grabs me by the shoulders.

“you think so? you know i’m not a party person though..” I rub the back of my neck, still not very convinced.

“just get dressed, do your makeup and if you don’t like it, just come back home, ok?” her voice sounded all squeaky and excited at the end of her sentence so i just couldn’t disappoint her.

“alright alright.” I just couldn’t say no to her..

“yay! go get ready then.” she says in a happy tone as she lets me go and heads off into her own room.

Did i just make a huge mistake by agreeing to go? Maybe, but it was already too late. Yunjin was the type to be disappointed in you if you went against your word. For her, if you said you’ll do something, you’ll do it. As simple as that. It was around 9:00 pm when my plans of sleeping early were interrupted by my roommate, considering the situation i had put myself in, the idea of getting a good nights sleep went completely out the window.

Me and Yunjin start overflowing the bathroom with makeup and hair irons. We both help each other out, already starting the night off pretty well and taking “grwm” pics for our insta stories. I’m not gonna lie, i started second guessing my decision to go, but my hair was already being curled and i had already finished applying glitter on my eyelids.. We both rush to our rooms as soon as we’re done, scurrying to get dressed.

I had absolutely no idea what i was gonna wear. It was getting pretty chilly out since november had rolled around.. Should i wear a dress? A skirt? Pants? Ugh.. the choices were endless. I didn’t wanna freeze to death but i still wanted to look good. Yunjin was tapping her foot like a frustrated bunny outside of my bedroom door in as it was already 10:33 pm and i wasn’t even dressed yet.

“y/n! You’re taking forever! Just wear that cute black dress you bought a few weeks ago or something..” her tone sort of whiny and impatient.

“UGH WAIT!” i mumble out loudly as i slide myself into a decent outfit.

I come out of the room, wearing a black skirt with sheer black tights underneath and topped it off with a beige off the shoulder sweater. It was good enough, i guess.

“oh shit~” Yunjin teases me a little, a small grin on her face. “you look good. Why don’t you dress up more often?” she says with a slight chuckle and nudges me playfully.

“just shut up and get going..” i kind of giggle with her, gently push her to get moving.

“apparently everyone’s gonna be there. I saw a bunch of people’s ig stories..” she mutters as she closes the front door behind us.

“Yunnie just don’t drink too much, okay? I don’t wanna take care of you if you get drunk..” we both chuckle at my comment, starting to walk down the girl’s dormitory hallway.

We arrived at the frat house only a few minutes later, the loud music and people yelling “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” already audible from miles away. Yunnie was already so into it, singing and dancing a bit as she opened the door. It was my first ever time being in that frat house, and i was absolutely terrified. As the door creaked open, i couldn’t believe what was in front of my eyes. The sight almost appalling.. People already passed out on the couch, people making out in corners of the room and a bunch of random shit on the floor. Was this seriously supposed to be one of the best parts of college life?

Yunjin didn’t even bother looking at the mess everywhere, she grabbed my arm and threw both of us inside. I was very uncomfortable at this point, not knowing very many people in there was definitely a disadvantage right now.

Even though at the beginning it was awkward and uncomfortable, i eventually got into it. I was hesitant to drink, not knowing my limit very well since i didn’t drink very regularly, but fuck it, right? One drink turned into two, two turned into five and five turned into nine.. I was getting hammered, my mind all fuzzy and vision a little hazed.

Yunjin obviously had better alcohol tolerance than me, she was barely drunk, still in full control of herself while i could barely walk on my own without stumbling a bit. As the night went on, i was having a lot of fun, dancing and becoming part of the crowd who yelled at random people to finish off their drink. I wasn’t acting like my normal self, at all. Yunnie seemed to enjoy this new side of me, recording and laughing at the stupid things i did but still making sure i was okay.

Thats when, i saw him. A blurry imagine of a tall and pretty handsome guy.. All i remember was him staring at me from across the room and the rest fades to black..

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I woke up the next day with a raging hangover. My head feeling like it was about to burst open.. I had almost no memory of the night before. I was still half asleep when i realized that i was already; not in my dorm, meaning not in my bed and I was undressed.

What the actual fuck!? quickly sit up to see my clothes all over the floor and my bra hanging off the door handle..

A low and sleepy voice suddenly spoke to me as i was rubbing my eyes aggressively, making sure they weren’t fooling me.

“morning~” His voice was honestly really attractive and his Australian accent just made it even more charming.

“h-huh?” i shake my head, making sure i was hearing right. The accent.. only one person from our whole year had an Aussie accent like that.

“you awake, sweetheart? you should probably head out soon..” He said in his raspy morning voice.

“oh fu-” i whispered to myself, realizing who was talking to me, and who’s bed i was in that very moment.

I quickly turn my head up to try and make sure it was the person i was thinking of. Yup.. the infamous campus fuckboy. Jake, Sim Jaeyun if you wanna get specific..

Fuck. All i can say was that i was absolutely mortified. I mean.. yea, he was hot as hell and looked so sexy shirtless and standing over me like that but that wasn’t my main concern at the moment! Did i really just become part of the girls stupid enough to sleep with him? I was lost in thought until i felt my clothes hit me in the face.

“here. Get dressed, yeah?” he sounded a little pushy.

“yea yea..” I mutter out as i pick up my clothes and rush into them, not bothering to look presentable, just needing to get the hell out of there.

“thanks for that birthday gift~” he smirked at me, almost menacingly.

“birthday?.. you know what, whatever...” I was obviously very disappointed in myself and his smug expression and cocky tone of voice wasn’t making it easier on me. What did he mean by birthday gift?.. Was i the girl to give me his birthday sex!?.. God, i wanted to unalive myself.

Jake already had the door open for me.. hm, charming. I storm out, slamming the door behind me. I was speed walking to the girl’s dormitory, thousands of questions running in my mind as i finally got to my dorm, bursting the door open to see my roommate passed out on the couch. The loud slam of the door jolting her up and making her groan in annoyance at the strong sound. She was obviously surprised to see me standing in front of her, giving me the ‘what the fuck?’ type of stare.

I was still trying to compose myself, gathering my thoughts trying to piece last night together. My head was still throbbing and my hard thinking just made it worse. Yunjin sits up properly and scratches her hair a bit before stretching her arms out and yawning.

It’s probably better that i dont tell her about me hooking up with Jake, better that i don’t tell anyone. I knew Jake wouldn’t. Everyone knew he slept around a lot but he would only show off the girls he was “proud of”, whatever that meant. Total asshole, right?

Yunnie asked me where i had disappeared to last night, having not seen me home when she got there, obviously. I made up a lame excuse that i had passed out in the bathroom and gotten home a few hours later. She was a little of suspicious but didn’t push it.

We both take some ibuprofen to calm our headaches and cooked some spicy ramen to fill our growling tummies. The warm broth soothed my body and head for a while, giving me actual time to try and figure out what had happened. I didn’t wanna talk to Jake, but if i wanted to know, i’d have to.

And i was definitely not going to another party anytime soon.

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The weekend ended and more exams came up. I was actually way too busy focusing on studies to be thinking of my drunken mistake, pushing that horrid memory in the back of my mind..

I had passed Jake a few times in the halls or during free periods but he never looked in my direction, as if i didn’t exist. Was he that much of a jerk? Why did i even care? I didn’t.. at least i thought so. I was determined to demand him what had happened that night since my memory still hadn’t come back to me, but again, studies, life, and basically everything got in my way of doing that.

I was honestly so worn out i just gave up. Maybe i would never know and maybe it was for the better.

Until, i gained attention. People started looking at me, whispering things to each other and girls were even acting mean towards me. What the hell did i do? I wasn’t known in this school so was my name being spread like wild fire?

Yunjin wasn’t the cause of this, she was a popular girl but she’d never ever say anything bad about me, plus, she didn’t tell me about any nasty rumors that could have tainted my reputation so she couldn’t have known.

I was walking down the hall, feeling a bunch of eyes on me. I was getting overwhelmed, speed walking to the nearest empty lecture room and shutting the door behind me. I fell to the floor, my back against the hard wood as i try to catch my breath. There was definitely some kind of bad rumor around my name but no one was gonna tell me about it, so i had to figure it out myself.

I come out the room and try to look for someone who’d know anything about it, but most of the faces i looked at were people i didn’t even know. This was so frustrating.. I was being bad mouthed and i had no idea why. Sigh. This isn’t high school anymore, so why was everyone acting so immature and petty about it instead of telling me upfront? I just stopped trying and headed back to my dorm. My roommate was no where to be seen, even if we were pretty close, she wasn’t around much. She had other friends, i knew that.

It was around 11, almost midnight when i was preparing to get to bed. I had already done my skincare and brushed my teeth, laying in my warm and soft bed, scrolling on my phone and just checking any of my social media. I hadn’t been on Instagram for a while so i decided to check if anything interesting was on there, and there definitely was.

I saw a post of a girl with a familiar style to mine, she was wearing a black skirt.. sheer black tights.. and a beige off the shoulder sweater? Holy shit is this me? It was the night of that frat party.. Who would’ve posted me without my permission? The account was completely anonymous so that didn’t help. I continue to watch the video, heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly, it got a hundred times worse, maybe even a thousand. Jake entered the frame, he had pinned me against a wall and we were making out.. what kind of a sick person would record this?

My brain didn’t wanna accept what i was watching, i was in complete denial. As the video continued playing, things between me and Jake were getting.. steamy. The video abruptly stopping when Jaeyun spotted the camera and the person who was recording ran away. I guess i knew what everyone was talking about now..

Who did they think they were? Everyone was probably thinking i let myself and Jake be recorded, weren’t they!? I obviously couldn’t fall asleep anymore, my mind wandering back to the video. I had reported it to Instagram, saying it was violating my privacy or whatever you say when you report something but i doubt it helped..

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Days had gone by, i was still getting nasty stares, hearing muffled giggles and whispers behind my back, and honestly just feeling people’s gaze on me wherever i went. I was so fed up with how everyone was treating me.. It’s not as if i chose for that video to leak??

I was walking to the library to return some books i had borrowed for an essay i had due the next day. I was mostly looking at the ground instead of straight ahead, making me accidentally bump into someone. I tumble a bit but don’t lose my balance, I looked up to try and see who it is i needed to excuse myself to, but i bit my tongue as soon as i saw who was in front of me. Since when does HE visit the library?

“hey. Watch where you’re go-“ he quickly stopped his sentence as he looked at me, his facial expression shocked and getting serious.

“sorry.. i wasn’t-” I was cut off by Jake.

“we need to talk.” he whispered quietly, grabbing my wrist.

“huh?? what’d you?-“ i didn’t even hear what he said but he suddenly pulled me into a corner of the library, hiding us behind some shelves.

“look, i don’t know if you saw that video on insta but-“ i cut him off as well.

“would you let me talk? Already, hello.” i roll my eyes. “And yea, i saw that post.” he rolls his eyes back at me.

“I don’t have time for your damn attitude, just listen, will you?” his frustrated attitude was getting me annoyed as well at this point.

“whatever..” i mumble under my breath.

“well what i wanted to say before YOUR rude ass cut me off was that i wanna find who the fuck posted that.” I was kind of shocked to say the least.. Jake actually wanted the same thing that i did.

“well i do too.. but?..” I was kind of confused by his concern at the post. He wasn’t the type to care much of what people thought of him, atleast that’s what i thought until now.

“but what?” his tone was kind of on edge.

“it’s not like people don’t know you fuck around..” i kind of mumble out, crossing my arms.

“hey. I just don’t like people posting shit like that about me.” he says in a stern and serious way. Damn.. he seemed pretty pissed.

“yea.. i get your point.” I nod a little.

“look.. i just.. i want your help. We have to find who the hell did that. It’s not something i just wanna ignore. We have to find the fucker who posted that.”

“okay fine..” I huff a bit, uncrossing my arms and looking down at the floor, finally speaking up again after a few seconds. “I don’t really remember what happened that night though..” I mumble again.

“you don’t remember? seriously?.. you were THAT drunk?” he raises his eyebrows, surprised by my words.

“yea i can’t really tell where my limits stand with alcohol but that’s not the point.” I huff again, looking up again but not really in his direction. “we had sex.. that’s it.. right?”

“well.. i brought you back to my dorm, and we were ABOUT to have sex and then you passed out. Don’t worry, i’m not that much of an ass..” he kind of mumbles, running a hand through his hair.

My eyes sparkle in excitement and relief, my arms crossed over my chest, looking back up at him. I didn’t care about his sarcasm at this point, the fact i didn’t sleep with Jake was my main concern. “thank GOD.” I pause again, kind of thinking of the morning i woke up in his bed, my expression changing from one of relief to one of confusion. “what’d you mean by “thanks for the birthday gift.” or whatever?..”

“well.. that party was kind of a birthday gift for me from the guys. You just made my night a little better~” he chuckled softly with a slight smug look on his face now.

I let out a sigh of relief, rolling my eyes again at his playful grin and obvious teasing. Knowing we hadn’t slept together made me feel better, but it still kinda haunted me that he.. touched me. I try to shrug it off and me and Jake continue talking, making out a plan to find out who would record that damn video of us and then post it. I’m not gonna lie, i felt like Sherlock Holmes during that whole conversation.. but the thing that surprised me the most was that.. me and Jake actually.. got along. He actually wasn’t a huge asshole, he made me laugh and smile when i didn’t want to. Maybe i was wrong about him? Nah.. he was still a player. But atleast i knew why girls let him in their pants now. He was charming and funny, i’ll admit that much.

The plan was to question all the people who liked that video. (which was literally more than 30..) Jake and Yunjin will use their reputations as an advantage to our investigation by kind of bringing it up in conversation, and my unsocial ass is gonna do some stalking and investigating on social media. Once we find who the culprit is, we KICK THEIR ASS. Easy enough, right?

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Ok, our plan was taking way longer than we normally thought. Jake AND Yunjin asked all their friends if they knew anything from that night. All of those useless fucks said ‘no.’

My stalking skills on social media were good, but i was stumped. I couldn’t find shit. Was this person a ghost or something?? Our main theory was that the person was most likely a girl, but it could honestly be anyone.

Me and Jake hung out pretty often because of this whole ‘situation.’ But because of it, people started talking even more. Rumors of dating, friends with benefits, fuck buddies, booty call, sneaky link, the list could go on.. it’s not like Jake didn’t have any of those things with other girls, cause he did. But he suddenly started dropping most of them. I didn’t know if it was cause his interest in his life style was disappearing or if cause of me?..

But i did get some incredibly delightful texts :

jake’s probably using u ngl 💀

slut

attention whore

ur not even pretty.. 😐👎

u n sim don’t go well tgt 🥱

It could go on, but i didn’t bother to even read them anymore. I even showed Jake most of them, and he genuinely laughed. He thought it was so stupid and immature that those girls would text ME those things. We weren’t anything but friends now, but everyone was being so damn nosy about it. He just told me to ignore them and that’s exactly what i did. It wasn’t worth my time, and we were still focused on trying to figure this whole video leak mystery thing out.

More weeks passed, the winter weather getting colder. Me and Jake got.. close. And i started hanging out with his friends more and more often.

They weren’t all like him; they weren’t complete asses who’d have one night stands and never call them again. Atleast not all of them..

Sunghoon, too narcissistic for his own good. He’s always bragging about how good he looks or asks us to feed that big ass ego of his. Kinda annoying but it’s fun to see his face whenever we joke that he looks ugly. He never looks ugly.

Jay, only responsible one. The dad of the group. He’s the one who keeps everyone in line, he’ll scold, yell, maybe even the occasional ‘playful’ hit to discipline the three others. The only one you can call “husband material.”

Heeseung, Jake’s wingman. He’s probably even worse. I have NEVER seen such a pussy hungry guy. He was hitting on me the moment i met him, but Jake quickly shut that down, knowing it wouldn’t end well.

One night we were all hanging out at Jake’s dorm, drinking a little and playing some harmless truth or dare.. key word; harmless.

“y/n, truth or dare?” Sunghoon asks me, beer can in hand as he leans back on the small sofa.

“hm.. truth.” i respond back casually, crossing my arms.

“ahh.. cmon, you’re so lame.” Heeseung says with a small chuckle and smirk on his face. I roll my eyes and gesture for Sunghoon to give me my truth.

“i got one.” he says with a small grin, setting his beer down on the coffee table. “fuck, marry, kill and.. let’s say “kiss” for this sake since there’s four of us.”

“Park Sunghoon..” i roll my eyes again, uncrossing my arms, rubbing my head a little as i think for a minute or two. “uh.. i’d marry Jay..” i mumble softly, Jay giggling and nodding his head lightly. “i’d fuck.. Jake?.. i almost did that anyway.” i say in a sarcastic but joking way, making Jake crack a smile. “i’d kiss Heeseung and i’d kill you.” Hee starts laughing his ass off as he sees Sunghoon’s facial expression when i tell him my answer.

“you’d kill me?? y/n, cmon.. that’s so unfair. I’m way better than these guys.” Sunghoon says jokingly with a smug look as winks at me.

“yea well i never wanna find out.” i roll my eyes at Sunghoon’s wink and brush him off. “it’s my turn now, right? Hm.. Jake.” i give Jake a playful look and take a sip of my beer. “truth or dare?”

“hm.. dare. I’m not a pussy like you guys.” Jaeyun laughs and finishes his can of beer and lays back on the sofa next to Sunghoon.

“i dare you to not sleep with another girl for the next week.” I snicker.

“y/n, seriously!?.. cmon, you can’t do that to me. I’m a man, i have needs.” he gives me these horribly done puppy eyes.

“stop being so dramatic, it’s seven days.” i scoff, taking another gulp of my beer. “no because Jake has a point, that’s actual torture.” Heeseung adds in.

“you two just too horny for your own good.” Jay mumbles under his breath as he goes to the kitchen to get us more cans.

“whatever.. so it’s my turn, hm?.. okay, y/n. I don’t give one shit if you just went, truth or dare?” Jake smirks at me.

“ugh seriously?.. fine, i’ll choose dare too.” all the boys “ooo” and “aaah” and Sim gets this mischievous look on his face.

“i dare you to give me a lap dance, for a WHOLE minute.” Jake says bluntly, biting his lower lip a bit and looks at me up and down.

“nu-uh! I REFUSE to do that.” i quickly shake my head, glaring at him.

“cmon y/n, a dare’s a dare. You gotta do it.” Sunghoon adds.

“ugh.. i hate you.” i groan in frustration.

“sure you do baby, now dance for me.” Jake says in this flirty yet sarcastic tone, letting out a small chuckle. And before i knew it, he already put on the song ‘girls need love’ and man spread infront of me. I raise a brow and sigh, reluctantly walking up to him and starting to dance on him. Moving my hips in a seductive way and hovering my ass above his lap. The guys start hyping me up as they see me dance in such a suggestive way, clapping and cheering.

“shit.. y/n, you done this before?” Jake says with a kind of heavy breath, watching my curves and biting his bottom lip again.

“dude, you’re eye fucking her so hard.” Jay chuckles as he sees his friend trying so hard to not touch me and sets the cold cans on the coffee table.

“has it been a minute yet?..” i ask in a huffy tone as i keep dancing, an annoyed look on my face.

“nah baby it hasn’t..” he whispers as he hovers his fingers above my hips.

“you touch me and you’re dead, i swear to god.” i glare at Jake, looking at the tv and seeing that the song had already played for 58 seconds. I stop and flick his forehead, scoffing and sitting back down on the couch. Jake jokingly groans at the flick, rubbing his forehead but then smirks once more as he looks at me and my pouty yet frustrated look on my face.

“that was hot.”

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More months later, our school wanted to take all the seniors for a sort of trip, since graduation was nearing in a few months. The season was getting warmer, meaning it’s already been a few months since the whole ‘getting recorded’ incident. Everyone mostly forgot about it at this point but me and Jake were still really curious to who it was. Regardless of all that, i was really starting to get used to Jake and his friends as my own friends. But still not trying to be too clingy, feeling kind of insecure since i had joined the group not long ago. Either way, they were funny people and and we always had good talks, even if some were questionable..

This trip was in May and it was end of April, meaning it was getting close. It was to Jeju island. I had only been once when i was a little girl so i was excited to visit again, especially with my new made friends and Yunjin. Her friend circle wasn’t really my thing but i was always nice to them and they were almost always nice to me. Yunnie threatened the boys that if they tried anything on one of her friends or me again, she’d tear off their balls. Scary, isn’t it?

I was packing and packing, even if the trip was only for a week, you can never be too prepared. The weather in May was supposed to be nice so i took mostly some light clothes, accompanied by some hoodies and sweatpants just incase it gets cold. Pretty much everyone was packing, making sure to bring every essential thing you’d need.

It was around midnight and i had gotten out the shower a few hours ago, on the couch and watching the tv as i texted Jay. He was kind of like a big brother to me now, always giving me advice and looking out for me.

y/n you hear abt the roommate rules the chaperones announced?

what they announced a roommate rule?? we’re in uni, i thought we could room w whoever we wanted?

apparently not 🤷🏻 they said only same gender shit or wtv n like max 5 ppl

ig i’ll room w yunjin n her friends

btw can i ask you smth?

uhh yea sure, what is it?

u n jake are JUST friends, right?

I was confused on why Jay would ask me that, of course me and Jake were just friends, was he saying otherwise?..

yea we’re js friends, why?

idk sometimes he talks abt u in this non-friend way ig

wdym?

he says stuff like “u looked cute today in bio-chem” and he even noticed the little details abt u y/n, apparently you smell like jasmine or smth??

oh wtf, he actually knows the perfume i use?

it’s literally the first time i’ve seen him getting kind of obsessed w a girl 💀

stop ur probably overthinking it, maybe he’s js attentive

that’s the thing y/n, he’s not an attentive person 😐 he literally forgot my bday last year

ok what he actually forgot ur bday? 😭

nvm that, but cmon- u cant tell me this can’t mean smth

jay idk what to tell u cs me and jake are js friends from what ik

yea well thats not from what I KNOW

then ask him abt it tf?

yk what hes like y/n 🫤

yea ik, sorry

dw its fine, let’s just forget this

me and the guys are gonna get some coffee at that small cafe before classes tmrw morning, u wna come?

mhm! see u then ^^

I sighed, not knowing what to think about what Jay just told me. It made me feel like he was hiding something from me for some reason. His texts didn’t seem out of the ordinary but the way he asked that question was kind of out of the blue. I didn’t wanna bother him with it, not wanting to risk Jake hearing about it and then things getting complicated again. I was gonna keep my mouth shut.

The next morning we were all the cafe, drinking our coffee and eating some pastries and other breakfast items. Yunjin was a nearby table, talking with her own friends.

Chaewon, pretty, cute, sexy, anything a guy could want in a girl. Sweet but blunt, a good liar yet so honest sometimes. She’s had more boyfriends than i can count. But hey, who am i to judge?

Kazuha, hypocrite but such a good actress. I can never tell if she’s being honest or not. No one really can?.. The biggest cause of rumors at our school. She has a pretty strong personality, she is NOT meant for the weak.

Minji, the one that fits “looks like a marshmallow, could kill you.” Can ruin your reputation in a split second and like Chaewon, she’s pretty popular with the guys. People get on her nerves easily but she ‘tolerates’ some?.. Everyone’s too scared to approach her, and i get why.

We were all chatting and drinking our coffee, enjoying the free time we had before classes. Jay kept looking at me with this weird look and i was getting kind of suspicious again. Jake kind of noticed and slightly raised his brow, looking at me and Jay back and forth. He then suddenly interrupts the conversation Heeseung and Sunghoon were having.

“what’s going on with you two?” he asks in a curious tone.

“what do you mean?” Jay asks, setting his coffee down and trying to act innocent. “huh?..” i act dumb, not even knowing why Jay or Jake was looking at me in such weird ways. An awkward atmosphere surronds the table, everyone going kind of silent.

“you two are looking at eachother all weird.” Jake says in a kind of annoyed voice, even slightly rolling his eyes. Me and the guys get confused on why he was getting such an attitude all of a sudden.

“there’s literally nothing, what’s with you?” Jay starts getting a little defensive, also talking with attitude now.

“guys we’re in public, don’t.” i say in a quiet but firm tone. “we’re not in the mood to handle this shit, especially in the morning..” i rub my forehead, taking a sip of my coffee.

“then don’t.” Jake says coldly, glaring at Jay a little. It felt like he was getting.. jealous.

“yah, Jaeyun. What the fuck is wrong with you right now? I can’t even look at y/n now? You know, you should probably just admit to it already.” Jay says in such a blunt way.

“wait what? admit to what?” I get confused, looking back and forth from Jay and Jake, placing the palms of my hands on the table. The other two boys fall silent and just watch the scene, sipping on their coffee through their straws.

“go on Jake, tell her.” Jay gestures to his friend with his hand, his eyebrows furrowed.

“YOU told her, didn’t you? You assho-” Jake stands from his seat, leaning over the table to get in Jay’s face before Heeseung pulled him away. “Jaeyun, no.” he shakes his head, Jake huffing and sitting back down in his seat.

“okay what the shit is going on??” I was so confused by the situation, thinking this could be about the conversation me and Jay had over text the night before.

“fine..” Jake sighs in frustration, ruffling the back of his hair in a nervy manner and lets out an exhale. “it’s just..” he mumbles in a quiet tone, looking down at his hands. “i don’t know.. i haven’t felt like this in so long. I- uh.. whatever.. i gotta go.” he sighs, getting up from the table and walking out the cafe, i follow soon after him, worrying about him a little. Everyone just exchanges glances at eachother, knowing the conversation between me and Jake was gonna get either super uncomfortable or super emotional.

“Jake.. come on, talk to me.” I say softly, grabbing his arm gently to stop him from walking away. “I know how you don’t open up but..” I speak in a quiet tone, Jake’s footsteps coming to an end and turning to look at me again.

“fine. you wanna know why i’m like this?.. you wanna know why i fuck around with girls? I’m not an asshole who just sleeps with them for fun, it’s cause.. ugh!” he sighs in anger, covering his face with his hands and rubbing his eyes. “I just.. i do it to make myself feel better i guess.. i don’t know, it’s like something to prove.. i know it’s so stupid..” He leans against a wall, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Jake.. did someone.. hurt you?.. like before?..” I talk in a soft and gentle tone, wanting to seem understanding and accepting of his feelings.

“no!.. yea?.. ugh.. i just.. i hate talking about it..” he mumbles, looking at the ground and putting his hands in his pockets.

“hey.. if you don’t wanna talk about it, it’s fine..” I say softly again, gently rubbing his arm to let him know it was okay.

“look.. it’s.. it was a long time ago, it doesn’t matter. It’s just.. i guess.. i started to use sex as some sort of comfort.. or whatever.. it’s hard to explain.” He explained vaguely, sighing and his breathing getting a little uneven. It was the first time i had seen him be so.. vulnerable. I was surprised but relieved. If someone had told me 5 months ago that the campus’s fuckboy would be opening up to me like this, i’d laugh in their face.

I just hug him softly, hoping to bring him some sort of comfort. The others of course, didn’t see or hear any of this from the cafe since we Jake and i had kind of hidden against a wall and i was glad. He hugged me back, his arms wrapping around my waist and he buried his face in my neck. Jake breathed in slowly, taking in the scent of my perfume. “fuck. You smell good..” He groaned slightly at the smell as he whispered into my ear.

I giggle softly, letting him smell me and running my fingers through his hair. He was being so sensitive and.. real. I was glad to see the actual him and not the him everyone thinks they know, the him i thought i knew. He was so much more different, and i was glad he let his guard down. I was just nervous about when he’d probably put it back up again.

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May; Jeju trip! Everyone was putting their luggage and suitcases onto the train, sitting in their seats and getting comfortable for the next few hours.

I was sitting next to Yunjin, Jake next to Heeseung, Sunghoon next to Jay. Chaewon, Kazuha and Minji sitting in the seats for 4 and placing their handbags in the fourth seat. All our seats were pretty close to one another, having a good time and just spending time together. I fell asleep pretty quickly, mostly everyone on the train did, we were all tired since it was early in the morning. I leaned my head on Yunnie’s shoulder, earphones plugged in to drown out any noise from the outside world.

After an hour or so on that damn train we all get to the docks to get on the ferry to the island. We also put all our luggage on that huge boat and get seated again. Another 2-3 hours on the water and then we’ll finally get to our destination. I was now between Yunjin and Jake, trying to fall asleep again to distract myself from the seasickness i was feeling..

I kind of leaned back in my seat, letting my head fall back and closing my eyes. Jake saw what i was doing and decided to comment on it. “you didn’t sleep all night or something?” he says jokingly, folding his arms infront of his chest and laughing slightly.

“i did.. i’m just feeling kinda sick..” I mumble back to him, sighing and trying to drift off again.

“put your head on my shoulder then, you’ll break your neck sleeping like that.” he sighs again, gesturing for me to come closer to him. I shrug and rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and finally starting to feel tired enough to fall asleep. I could still hear the small snarky comments of some girls around, spitting quiet insults at me seeing how close i was to Jake. I ignored it but it was kind of sweet how he shushed them and insulted them back in a small whisper to not wake me up.

The others were sitting across from us, watching the scene. Honestly, to alot people we’d probably look like a couple right now..

“yo, she sleeping?” Heeseung whispers as he leans forward, slightly tapping my shoulder, making me shift a little and groan lightly in my sleep.

“are you blind or something?.. duh, she’s sleeping.” Jake slaps Hee’s hand away from my shoulder.

“cute..” Heeseung whispers again, kind of messing with me in my sleep. Slightly tapping or poking me, getting small reactions out of me to make himself laugh.

“dude stop, you’ll wake her up..” Jake whisper scolds him, but also kind of giggling as he saw the small movements i did whenever i got poked.

“yah! why are you two bothering y/n?.. let her sleep.” Yunjin scolds the both of them in a whisper as well, moving my head from Jake’s shoulder to hers.

The two boys roll their eyes and start talking about something random. Soon enough, we get to the island. Everyone waking up and or getting their luggage and getting off the ferry.

After at least 5 hours of travel, we finally get to the damn hotel. It was a nice place, not far from the beach and the rooms were so comfy. Me, Yunjin, Minji, Kazuha and Chaewon get into our room, which was actually big enough for all 5 of us. There were two beds big enough to fit 2 people and then a small sofa that was big enough for one person, so i decided to sleep on that sofa.

The guys got to their own room and our chaperones let us settle in for the rest of the day. Most of us explored the hotel, or went to the beach. I decided to shower and then head to the hotel’s lounge, surprised to see Jake there. He was listening to some music and scrolling through his phone. I walked up to him and sat next to him, surprising him a little.

Jake takes out his airpods and smile as he sees me take a seat beside him. “hey.. your room okay?”

“mhm.. i’m sleeping on that small sofa, you?” i give him a small head tilt.

“i’m sleeping with Jay.. he sleeps like a rock so i’ll be fine.” he chuckles softly, putting his phone in his pocket. He scoots a little closer to me, one of his hands on my thigh now and gently stroking it with his thumb. “i’d rather sleep with you though..” he says jokingly, still stroking my thigh.

“mhm, sure you would..” I say sarcastically with a small eye roll. “you plan on bringing any girls into your hotel room this week?” I give him a small smile, letting him touch my thigh. It wasn’t a big deal to me, i was used to him being touchy now, but it felt kind of different this time..

“nah.. just wanna hang out with you guys, y’know?.. maybe you though?” Jake smirks a bit as he jokes again, or was it a joke?

“cmon, what’s with you?..” i ask with a gentle giggle, feeling him slightly squeeze my thigh.

“nothing’s with me.. just.. you look really cute to me right now..” he looks down at his hand, moving it up my thigh a little more, his fingers going as far as to slightly slide under the fabric of my pajama shorts. “you wanna head to my room?.. The guys and i wanted to have a few drinks if you wanna join?”

“drinks?.. sure, i’m down for that.” i nod and we get up from the couch, going upstairs to his hotel room.

As soon as Jaeyun opened the door to his room, oh dear god, my eyes widened.

All those boys were shirtless and with damp hair, all wearing baggy sweatpants or shorts. I could see the logo of their boxers sticking out.. either Calvin Klein or Supreme. What was this friend group!? They were all so hot, like.. SO HOT. I tried to act nonchalant and casual, but my red face was giving me away.

“aish, can’t you guys wear some shirts?..” Jake mutters, placing a hand over my eyes as he guides me inside the room and closes the door behind us.

“Jake it’s fine..” i mumble, taking his hand off my eyes and taking a long look at the boys again. Heeseung was probably the one who caught my attention the most. His abs, biceps, v-line… dear lord help me.

“like what you see, y/n?” Heeseung chuckles, putting on a shirt and covering that panty dropper of a body again, thankfully.

The other boys put on some shirts too, taking out some beers from their mini cooler and handing me one. We all sit in a small circle on the floor, talking and getting a little drunk after a few hours. We were all a little tipsy but Heeseung and Sunghoon were the drunkest. They were both blabbering nonsense and or saying the most random shit. It was kinda late, around 1 or 2 am.

We had all moved to sitting on the beds. I was yet again, sitting next to Jake and his right hand was literally between my thighs, caressing them in a gentle manner. We were mostly laughing and making fun of the two drunks, but also getting kind of tired. Yunjin had texted me to come back to our room soon since it was getting late so i was gonna leave soon anyway.

Heeseung was starting to look at me in a kind of.. mad way?.. He started getting kind of moody out of nowhere.. and then spoke up. Sunghoon had passed out on the bed and was even drooling onto the sheets.

“you two are so.. ugh.” he mumbles and scoffs, looking away and rolling his eyes.

“hyung you should stop drinking..” Jake says in a caring tone, taking away his friend’s drink away.

“yah!.. give me my beer back.” Heeseung says in a kind of mad tone. Shit was about to go down. Jay and i give eachother an “oh shit” type of look.

“hyung, seriously.. you shouldn’t drink anymore.” Jake says in a more serious tone,

“don’t tell me what to fucking do!.. i wanna drink so let me d-drink.” Hee replies in a firm tone, getting up from his bed and approaching us.

Jay motions for me to come to him so i get off the bed i was currently sitting on, going beside Jay now and watching the drama that was gonna down before us. The two start arguing, Heeseung starting to get a little physical as he tries to grab another drink from the cooler, Jake pushing him away and scolding him for acting like an asshole right now for no reason. “what the fuck is with you?”

“with me?.. Stop fucking touching y/n so much.. You’re always all over her, it’s fucking annoying.” Heeseung says in an angry tone. “you can’t even keep your hands off her for a one second..” he mutters, rubbing his forehead and groaning.

“huh?.. So what? The fuck you getting mad at it for?.. The only person it’s starting to bother is you.” Jake replies in a defensive and irritated tone.

“fucking hell man!.. It’s just ugh! I hate seeing that shit.. That’s why i posted that shit about you!” Hee blurted out in a fit of anger, barely realizing what’d he said before it was too late.

Me and Jay were both confused on what was going on, Hee looking at me with this small frown and letting out a small sound of frustration.

“fuck, i just.. i didn’t do it on purpose!.. i’m sorry i was just mad.. and drunk.. like right now!”

“Heeseung what are you talking about?..” Jay asks in a gentle tone, hoping to calm his friends down.

“what? what didn’t you do on purpose??” Jake asks with furrowed eyebrows, already getting a bad feeling at his hyung’s answer.

“i did it!.. i posted that damn video! of you and y/n.. it was me, okay? It’s been eating at me for m-months..” Heeseung admits, running a hand through his hair and looks at the ground. He sighs before he continues. “I knew y/n before you knew she even existed.. She’s just so cute and ugh!.. But i overheard her talking with Yunjin in the library that she’d never go out with a guy like you or me.. and i just got so pissed when i saw you two making out at that damn party!.. I wasn’t gonna post it but then the next morning i saw you two in bed together and you didn’t even know her name and i just.. i was hung over and i snapped.” He was talking so fast and he was so drunk his words were kind of hard to make out. I was in shock, Jay’s jaw was on the floor, Sunghoon was still out cold on the bed and Jake was giving Heeseung a death stare.

“what?..YOU WHAT?” Jake grabbed Heeseung by the collar, getting in his face and a vein starting to pop out of his neck.

“Jaeyun. No, don’t..” Jay says firmly, ripping Jake off of Heeseung as i just watch this whole thing play out. Jay turns towards me and gets a softer tone of voice. “y/n.. you should go..”

I just stand, my brain still trying to process was Hee had just admitted to, shaking my head back into reality and walking out of their hotel room. I was scared on how all this would go, but i knew i couldn’t get in the way of it right now. I was just hoping no one would get hurt.

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The next morning basically everyone was in the cafeteria eating from the breakfast buffet. I was looking for Jake.. or any one of those dumbasses to explain what happened. I didn’t wanna bother them with texts or calls.. i also didn’t wanna seem nosy or anything if i came to their door so all i could do was wait until someone reached out to me of if i ran into them around the hotel.

I was picking after my food, not feeling like eating. My mind was way too preoccupied with what Heeseung had said last night. He liked me?.. He was the one who posted that video of me and Jake?.. I mean, he had hit on me the first few times we met after i started becoming friends with Jake, but he did that with so many girls i never thought anything about it. Now some things started to make sense, but also didn’t at the same time.

What Jay said before about Jake being attentive to the small details about me, Jake telling me why he was such a fuckboy.. even if it was in such a vague way. It all made me want to know more, i wanted to understand what was going on. Everything was so confusing and there were loose threads all over the place. How did my life get so complicated this year?

I hadn’t told Yunjin about any of this, even though i wanted to. I just felt like it wasn’t my place to say such personal things to someone who wasn’t close to them. The girls could tell i was feeling down, and they all questioned it a little but i brushed them off. They mostly let it go, but i could tell they knew something was off.

After a few minutes of just staring into space at my plate of food, i felt a small tap on my arm, Chaewon whispering quietly. “y/n.. Jake’s here and uh..” she trails off, letting me see for myself.

I look at her with a relieved expression, sighing contently and then my eyes searching the room for Jake. My heart sank when i did though.

He was walking into the cafeteria, wearing the same clothes he had on the night prior, messy hair and hickeys!? They were all over his neck. I felt a surge of anger grow inside me. What the fuck?.. I actually felt more disappointed than mad, actually more confused than anything. Jake’s eyes meet mine across the room and he just looks away from me, sitting at a random empty table. He looked ashamed and sad. It was clear he didn’t wanna talk to me right now. Shortly after, this girl walks in the cafeteria, wearing one of Jake’s shirts and sits beside him, smiling and giving him a small kiss.

I felt my heartbeat speed up, cold sweat starting to break out my forehead and my throat went dry. I felt like my stomach was gonna fall out my ass and honestly i wanted to rip that bitch’s hair out. Was i jealous?.. He was being so like.. UGH with me yesterday and even before! And now he suddenly hooks up with a random girl!? Was i just delusional to think he was starting to like me then?..

I was in such deep thought, i didn’t even realize someone was walking towards me. Chaewon gently shakes me again and motions her head towards a certain direction. I snap out of it and look up to where Chaewon gestured to, seeing Heeseung infront of me. I get a small blush on my face and Hee rapidly pulls me out of my chair, dragging me out of the cafeteria and into a corner of the hallway. He sighs and groans slightly as he rubs his eyes a little to wake himself up. He clearly had just gotten up..

“y/n.. i know you’re probably confused.. and even mad.. but i wanna explain..” Heeseung says to me in a soft and tired tone, looking deep into my eyes. “i know i fucked up by posting that video.. i told Jake this as well, but he didn’t even wanna listen to me. I know it isn’t an excuse but when i actually did post it, i didn’t think he’d even care… cause why would he, right?.. But then you two started hanging out and questioning everyone about it.. god i wanted to just suck it up and say it was me but.. fuck, i liked you.. i didn’t want you to hate me.”

“Hee.. you seriously liked me?.. Like actually?..” i ask in a gentle tone, not wanting to seem upset with him, even though i was.

“yeah.. i did. But fucking hell, the moment you left our hotel room he started debating whether he should go after you or not.. and that’s when i realized he probably has something for you that i never did..” Heeseung sighs, trying to remember what happened next since he still had that raging hangover. “y/n.. i know me and Jake.. we both seem like assholes who just fuck around for shits and giggles.. maybe that’s all i wanted with you, i have no fucking clue.. but i know damn well that’s not what Jake wants with you.. he hasn’t felt anything real in a long time.”

“then what the-? Who the fuck is she!?.. God you boys are so damn confusing!” i kind of snap, feeling all my frustrations start to come out.

“I KNOW! Damn girl let me finish..” Hee sighs, trying to calm me down before continuing. “Jake went to your hotel room after he cooled down a bit but when he knocked, Kazuha answered and said you were already sleeping.. both of them didn’t wanna wake you so that dumbass went to the hotel’s bar to have a drink and.. well i guess you can figure out the rest..”

I frowned. I was disappointed in Jake, even mad. He had slept with another girl when he liked me?.. What kind of a guy does that?.. I was just kind of quiet. Maybe i shouldn’t put my hopes into it.. maybe i should just move on. Me and Jake weren’t even an actual thing so why was i getting my panties in a twist over this? But i guess deep down i knew i was feeling something for him too.

That day, our chaperones let us explore the island a little, kind of giving us a day to have fun and relax in the nice weather. Me and the girls were sunbathing near the beach, wearing our swimsuits and sunglasses.

My bikini was black, it highlighted my breasts perfectly and the bottom even had a small skirt over the underwear part. It was a very cute yet sexy type of swimsuit and i’d be lying if i said i didn’t wear it to catch someone’s attention. I was trying to get my mind off of Jake, even Heeseung, just anything.. i wanted some peace cause at this point, my emotions were just overwhelming me.

I posted a selfie of us underneath the sunlight and kind of purposely showing off my body to make sure a CERTAIN guy would get jealous, though i doubt it would.

🔗 ❤️

My eyes were closed, relaxing and soaking in all that vitamin D i had been lacking for a while. Suddenly, my body cooled and i couldn’t feel the warmth of the sun anymore. I thought it was maybe a cloud but when i opened my eyes, there was Jake infront of me. Looking down at me, his expression kind of blank and it looked like he wanted to say something.

“we need to talk.” Jake says in a hushed tone, grabbing me from my pool bed and pulling me away from the beach, throwing us inside some small cabin near the sand. The girls were confused on why he just snatched me away, so they all got up and put their ears to the wooden door.

“what the hell?.. let go of me.” I scoff, pulling his hand off me and crossing my arms, looking at him up and down. “what do you even wanna talk about?.. You never tell me anything anyways!.. You were actually being genuine with me for weeks and i don’t know if i’m fucking delusional or something, but i thought you actually liked me somehow! Then you go and fuck some other girl just because i was asleep?.. I don’t know who the fuck hurt you but i don’t understand you at all.” I kind of raise my voice, letting out all my thoughts and frustrations on him, finally saying what i’d been thinking for the past few hours.

“y/n.. please, listen.” Jake says in a softer voice, running a hand through his dark brown hair and looking at me in the eyes, a regretful expression on his face. “I know i messed up.. and i’m so sorry. I was frustrated and drunk, and i know it isn’t an excuse but please just listen for me for a minute.” he gently holds my hands in his and pulls me closer to him. “I don’t why i did that.. but i swear, i swear on my mom’s damn life if that’s what you want, that she meant NOTHING. She was just there.. and i’m so sorry. I know nothing i can say can change what i did..”

“i don’t even know why i’m so mad.. we aren’t anything.. you know what, forget what i said, i don’t even wanna talk about it. I feel stupid even opening my mouth.” I sigh, looking at the ground and pulling my hands away from his.

“no, i’m not forgetting this y/n. I want us to be something.. i want you. I know i fucked up.. let me show you that i’m being real about you..” he says desperately, almost whispering that last part as he pulls me in again by the waist this time, his warm breath hitting my face.

“Jake?.. what are you doing..” I mumble in a quieter tone, his hands gently sliding up and down my sides. I could feel my heartbeat picking up and my face getting hot.

“y/n.. let me make you feel good.. i’ve been dying to for so long..” Jake whispers into my ear sensually, his hands slowly making their way down to my thighs and he suddenly picks me up, pushing me against the wall of that shed and holding my thighs up. “Wrap your legs around me..”

I was still so mad and confused but damn i was turned on now. I couldn’t help but melt at his touch and words, my legs slightly wobbly already as i wrapped them around his waist.

“baby i know you’re mad but let me make it up to you..” he whispers again, already undoing my bikini strings and slipping his veiny hands under my top, squeezing and massaging my bare breasts.

“Jake.. stop..” I say in a slightly breathy tone, feeling my body heat up and i try to push him off.

“nu-uh.. push me all you want, i know you want this too..” He leans in closer, his lips quickly pressing onto mine as he forces his tongue into my mouth. “y/n.. baby.. please kiss me back. Fuck, i wanna feel you so badly..” he says in such a desperate and soft way, making me give in and kiss him back.

“i’m still mad though..” I whisper between kisses, trying to stop myself but i just couldn’t.

“I know.. and i’m so sorry.. let me make it up to you, hm baby?.. Let me fuck you so good you’ll forget all about being mad at me..” Jake whispers back against my lips, groping and grabbing at every part of my body he could find, slowly grinding the growing tent in his pants against me.

God how was he so good at this!? My mind was going fuzzy as he ran his hands all over me, pulling my bikini off. I watched as he slowly undressed himself as well, pulling off his t-shirt slowly and revealing that gorgeous body of his. Unbuckling his belt and breathing heavily as he slid his pants down to pool at his ankles. The way he moved, talked, touched.. it was all so fucking sexy. Now i REALLY understood why so many girls sleep with him..

The girls who had been listening to all this through the wall started looking at eachother with wide eyes and quickly ran back to their pool beds, pretending as if they didn’t know what he and i were now doing in that shack..

Jake and i were breathing heavily, his torso pressed up against my back. His face buried in the nape of my neck as he tightly held onto my hips. It was LITERALLY the best sex i’d ever had..

“Jake.. can you tell me why you don’t get into serious relationships?..” I knew it was a sudden subject after being intimate with someone, but the question had been picking at my brain for months, ever since he told me about it at that cafe.

“uh- i.. damn.. okay that came out of nowhere?.. This is kind of a hard subject..” He mutters softly, sighing a little. He kisses my neck softly and starts dressing the both of us again, all the while, starting to talk about his past. “Well.. i used to have a girlfriend back when i was a senior in highschool.. so basically almost 5 years ago. Anyways.. she was like my first actual relationship, you know?.. I put so much time and effort for her, loved her with everything i could.. But i guess it wasn’t enough cause as soon as we started to talk about going to college together..” he sighed again, looking more gloomy as he put his belt back on. “I passed by her place to drop off some things she’d left at mine.. and- that’s when i caught her cheating on me.. with some college guy she had met. I still don’t even know his fucking name..” I could tell he was getting pissed telling this story. “She said she saw me more as a safety net than anything else.. and that if i tried to leave her she’d leak all the shit i’d sent her. That’s why i got so pissed when i saw that video of us.. it just brought back bad memories..”

I felt bad for Jake, hell, i could understand where he was coming from. But i also felt for all those girls he used as a way of coping. I kissed his lips once again, letting out a deep breath and looking deep into his eyes.

“i’m sorry that happened to you, but it’s not a reason to take it out on other people. Heeseung thinks you hate him now, and i know you don’t. Please talk to him, okay?..” I whisper in a little voice. Jake nods, sighing and then pulls me in for another hug.

“i’m still really sorry about that other girl though..” he murmurs as he trails light pecks on my neck.

“make it up to me..” I answer, running my fingers through his hair and placing gentle kisses on his head, even laughing a little.

“sex isn’t enough?” he grins playfully, obviously joking. “Hm.. i’ll take care of you, buy presents for you, come over whenever you need me.. and uh- i’ll even buy you those grape gummies you like so much every day if i have to.” he says quickly and excitedly. He was acting like a happy puppy, and it was so damn adorable.

“fine fine.. you’re off the hook.”

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Jake did end up talking to Heeseung. I didn’t see them all afternoon but i knew everything would be okay. They had been friends since the beginning of college and they were like brothers to eachother.

Eventually, i heard back from those two and everything was okay. Yunjin was so confused about what had been going on for these past few weeks, especially after what she and the other girls heard in that small pool house near the beach.. so i decided to tell her EVERYTHING, with Jake beside me of course.

Our Jeju trip had come to an end before we knew it though.. I was kinda sad about it but i was so glad about the outcome. The guys were on good terms again, no one had no more secrets to keep to themselves, and Jake was officially mine. He made sure every girl he’d ever hooked up with would know he was taken now. Posting me, making us buy matching clothes, even putting me as his wallpaper. Some girls were obviously not happy about it, but they could go fuck themselves.

The rest of the school year was spent with studying, studying and more studying to graduate. Graduation year was the hardest year ever, and that was completely normal but damn was it tiring.. I was almost at the end of the tunnel though, and we all had eachother for support.

Graduation day was way more fun than i had ever imagined it. I had changed so much in one year and all because of one guy. He really made come out of my shell. It had been almost 2 months since me and Jake started dating at this point, yet we still hadn’t had the courage to say ‘i love you.’

I was packing my things, going to my parent’s for the summer. I wanted to spend time with my folks and my hometown, visit my brother as well. Jake was helping me pack, well if you call trying to distract me packing..

“baby.. take a break, you’ve been doing this for hours.” he groans, hugging me from the back and starting to plant light kisses on my cheek and neck.

“Jake.. i’m almost done, leave me alone.” I say in a playfully firm tone. He knew i didn’t mean it in a mean way, i just wanted to concentrate.

“aw come on.. you can’t make some time for me?..” he starts to lower his tone, his lips moving down to my shoulder and his hands starting to wander to the waistband of my denim shorts.

“babe.. seriously, i’m almost done. Later..” I mumble, trying to push him off a little but he wouldn’t budge. His hold on me got tighter and he started to move tug at my shorts, pulling them down slightly.

“if i told you i love you, will you pay attention to me?” he whispers again, his hands sliding up and under my shirt, groping my boobs and smiling to himself.

“wait what?” i look over my shoulder and at him. Did i hear that right? “you what?”

“i love you.. and i wanna give you some lovin’ right now..” He laughs softly with that stupid expression on his face. I smile back at him, giving him a gentle kiss. I became all soft and red, feeling the butterflies in my stomach bounce around if that was even possible. I had been waiting for this moment, and i finally got it.

“I love you too.. but that was so cheesy..” I whisper against his lips, laughing as well as my hand crawled up into his hair and gently tugging at it.

“I know..” he whispers back, turning me around for me to face him completely and backing me up into a wall. “Fuck packing though.. i was serious about that lovin’..”

“stop saying that..” I laugh again. “But you’re still helping after..”

“yeah yeah..” he mutters with a small nod, heavily kissing me, not even letting me kiss him back. “I love you, i love you, i love you..” he repeated, making the both of us giggle and smile.

I felt pure joy whenever i was with him, talking with him, kissing him. He just lit me up. I never thought i’d be with someone like Sim Jaeyun, but here we are.

I guess something good can come out of a drunken mistake.

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If you made it all the way down here, thank you so so so so so much! I worked pretty hard on this and i hope it was easy and nice to read, even if it is a little on the longer side. 💗💗

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Beats Me - 2: Celeste

Kwon Eunbi

tags: Mommy kink, teasing, riding, tit fuck, cum on tits

A week rolled by in a blink of an eye. You found yourself backstage at a bar a few streets down from campus, sitting on some crusty seat as you waited to head out. The other band members were busy tuning up, plucking their strings, turning dials and adjusting pegs. Your sticks felt a little heavier than usual, the hickory glistening with sweat from your clammy palms. It wasn’t your first time performing, but the jitterbug always seemed to be in your veins.

You were slowly resonating with the lyrics from that one rap song your friend used to play, that one that went “palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti,” or something of the sort. You weren’t too sure why you were thinking of that now. A soft buzz began to fill your ears, your skin feeling a little more tingly than usual. A single bead of sweat rolled down your nose, and you wiped it away with a shaky hand.

Eunbi’s mouth was moving, telling everyone something that was probably really important. You couldn’t hear her over the thrum in your ears though. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, time slowing down just enough for you to hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“...eaker…”

Was someone calling you? You weren't too sure. Your eyes were on the drum set just past the curtain on your right. That sandwich you ate for dinner didn’t seem to be sitting well in your stomach.

“Sq…ker…”

The spotlight out on stage seemed so glaring. It was like the sun had somehow been brought inside. You wondered how—

“Squeaker!”

You gasped, the buzzing in your ears cutting out as you whipped your head to your right.

“You good?” Ryujin asked, a look of genuine concern on her face. You managed a smile.

“Y-Y-Yea!” You assured her, a blatant lie. “J-Just… Running through the ch-charts in my head… Y-You know?”

Ryujin’s hair wobbled as she cocked her head, fixating you with a stare that seemed to pierce through your very soul. You lifted a shaky hand, flashing her a thumbs up that paired horrible with the odd smile on your face.

“Relax Myeong-seok… Don’t get nervous,” Eunbi assured you, applying some lipstick. “Yeji, tell him that he’ll do great out there.”

Yeji glared at you.

“Screw up and I’ll murder you,” she muttered, adjusting the strap of her guitar.

What a way to calm someone down.

You gulped, feeling the tremor in your index finger rattling the sticks in your hand. You clenched your fingers tighter, the hard wood pressing harder into your palm.

A hand on your shoulder tore your gaze away from the objects in your hand. Ryujin used her head to gesture towards the back door, signalling you to head outside with her. Forcing your wobbly knees to support your weight, you pushed yourself off the crusty cushion on the stool and headed out the back door. You heard the familiar clicking of Ryujin’s jacket zipper hitting the back of her Bass close behind you.

You welcomed the fresh air in your lungs, drawing in deep breaths of cigarette smoke-free air as you rest your hands on your knees.

“Squeaker,” Ryujin called out to you.

“I’m fine,” you responded.

“Come on dude,” She tried again

“I just need air,” You assured her once more. You heard her let out a sigh before she gripped your shoulder and pulled you upright. She spun you to face her, and you were looking straight into her eyes.

“Relax Squeaky,” She told you, voice oddly soothing. Another gulp of saliva went down your throat, your eyes squeezing shut as you forced yourself to breathe.

In through the nose… Out through the mouth… In through the nose… Out through the mouth.

“Hey… Look at me.”

You opened your eyes. Ryujin gazed back at you. She pursed her lips, looking for something to say.

“You’re gonna be fine okay?” She assured you. “We’ve practised hard, haven’t we?”

You nodded vigorously.

“Y-Yea…” You sputtered. “B-But… I-I’m scared.”

“Buddy, you’ve nailed your part in less than five days,” She reminded you.

“S-Still…”

“Still what man?” She cut you off. “You are an amazing drummer, you know that?”

“I-I wouldn’t say tha—”

She cut you off with a fierce stare and you quickly went quiet.

You’d thought that after your fiasco with Ryujin that night, things would’ve gotten tense between you two. Surprisingly, the morning after you did the deed with Ryujin, she seemed a lot more cheery and goofy than usual. You talked about what happened the night before as agreed upon before you passed out, and she seemed to be totally chill with the fact that you smashed her brains out and came all over her. Twice.

“It was a drunk mistake. It happens,” She told you over lunch that day. “Don’t worry about it Squeaky, I don’t really care. It’s not the first time I’ve been in these situations.”

After clearing the air and emphasising that there were no feelings between the two of you, you agreed to stay as friends, or “friends with benefits” as Ryujin preferred to say. You’d gotten a lot closer with her since then. She called you back into the practice room on almost a daily basis after that day, running through the song list with you over and over again till you almost had everything down by heart. The two of you figured out some cool gimmicks the two of you could pull off, discovering some duets that were usable to spice things up. You later found out from Eunbi that she had been doing it to help you out, and you gained a newfound respect for your fellow band member.

“You’ll do great out there,” Ryujin encouraged. “Trust me.”

Her faith in you touched your heart, and your racing pulse seemed to settle a little.

“T-Thanks…”

She smirked and fixed your shirt collar.

“Don’t freeze up on me Squeaky… I wanna pull off some of those duets we practised, mkay?”

You chuckled and nodded.

“Y-Yea… S-Sure…” You nodded. She patted your cheek.

“There you go… Loosen up…” Your friend giggled.

The door to backstage swung open. Yoo Ji-min poked her head out through the doorway

“Is your little pep talk over?” Karina asked.

“Yep, we just finished. Why? Are you getting jealous honey?,” Ryujin smirked. Ji-min rolled her eyes.

“Very funny Ryujin. Get your asses inside, we’re on in five.”

You tried to put a little bit of a spring in your step as you walked back into backstage.

“Is he okay now?” Eunbi asked.

“A-A little better now,” You assured her. She gave you a smile.

“Don’t worry Myeong-seok-ie, you’ll get used to it,” The singer told you with a wink. You nodded, managing a small smile.

Yeji came strutting in from on stage.

“On stage people! On stage!” She barked. Everyone got up and moved out past the curtain. You weren’t sure how big the crowd was, but there wasn’t time to think about that now.

Ryujin placed a hand on your back and pushed you forward.

“You don’t get many opportunities like this. Go big or go home,” She whispered. You forced a laugh before stepping out onto the small stage, Ryujin in tow.

A small round of applause greeted you as you jogged over to the kit, sticks in hand. You noted that the stool was a little rickety when you sat down, but you reminded yourself that it could be worse.

“Hello everyone! So glad to be able to be here tonight,” Eunbi greeted the crowd, working her charm on those present. She looked amazing under the light. She was rocking her outfit, her form-hugging white top paired with the thin cardigan over her shoulders giving her an ethereal vibe. The shorts she wore hugged her thighs, the seam perfectly cut at the perfect length to show off her creamy, long legs. She spoke to the small audience, introducing the band and giving a quick introduction to its formation, as well as sharing some of the songs you guys would be playing that night.

“Before we kick off the night, could we get a small round of applause for our drummer? He’s making his debut with us tonight and he’s a little nervous guys,” Eunbi said, stepping aside to let the crowd get a better look at you. You smiled shyly and waved, a polite yet encouraging round of applause going around the room. Eunbi waited patiently for the applause to die down before taking the limelight once again.

“Alright, ladies and gents… Sit back, relax, and enjoy,” She beamed angelically. She turned to you and gave you a small nod, a signal for you to begin the count in.

“On your cue Squeaky,” You heard Ryujin whisper. She was standing right next to you, ready to go, and so were the other band members.

With a deep breath, your sticks struck each other, counting your members in before breaking into your first song.

It was safe to say that Eunbi easily captured the attention of the audience. Eyes around the room seemed to be pinned to her as soon as she opened her mouth, watching with intent as Kwon Eunbi took the stage. Not a single eye left her, her presence felt through the entire bar as her body swayed with the music, her angelic voice floating through the air ever so gently, just like a feather. This was her element, and no one can disagree.

The stage was hers. And that was clear through the entire night. You and Ryujin didn’t even bother attempting any of the things that you were eager to test in fear of disrupting Eunbi while she was in the zone.

A standing ovation was the least Eunbi deserved at the end of the band’s performance that night, and it was exactly what she got. You couldn’t help but grin as you saw the crowd rise from the tables, a thunderous round of applause and cheers reverberating through the bar. You noted that the men seated in front of Eunbi cheered particularly louder than the rest.

“Thank you guys for being a great crowd. Good night everyone!” Eunbi thanked them, bowing deeply before gesturing for the band to get off the stage. You rose from your seat, heading back behind the curtains together with the rest of the band.

“Way to go, Eunbi! You killed it out there!” Ji-min didn’t hesitate to praise as soon as the band was all back behind the curtain.

“Thanks, Karina,” Eunbi replied humbly. “You guys were all amazing as well. Especially you Myeong-seok-ie.”

“M-Me?” You stammered. “O-Oh it was… It was nothing… I was just… d-drumming.”

“But still, it was some pretty fucking good drumming,” Eunbi grinned. Ryujin slapped you on the back.

“What did I tell you, Squeaker?” Ryujin beamed proudly. You blushed and smiled back, flattered by the compliments.

“What about me, Eunbi?” Ji-min asked.

“Perfect as usual, Ji-min,” Eunbi affirmed to the younger girl. Eunbi turned and looked at the two guitarists.

“You guys were Awesome too,” She told them. You saw Yeji smile for once, and Kkura looked ecstatic.

“Yo, you forgot about me!” Ryujin pointed out, using a thumb to point to herself. Eunbi laughed and nodded.

“Yes, yes… You were sexy as usual Ryujin-ie,” Eunbi praised. Ryujin looked satisfied, doing a small fist pump.

The door backstage swung open, notifying all of you with the loud squeak it made as a man entered from the door.

“Well done! I’ve never seen my patrons so enthusiastic about a performance!” The man said, walking up to shake Eunbi’s hand. Eunbi smiled graciously and shook it.

“Thank you Manager-nim, we’re glad that we managed to entertain everyone,” She said.

“We?” The manager laughed. He placed a hand on Eunbi’s arm. “Darling, you were the star tonight! The crowd was only interested in you!”

The high spirits that you guys shared seemed to instantly vanish with the one statement. You felt your smile slowly fading from your face as you stared at the Manager of the bar.

“The quality of the performance was a group effort, Manager-nim, it wasn’t just me,” Eunbi said, a glint of annoyance in her eyes.

“Bullshit! Any fool can pick up an instrument and play it as they do! They’re irrelevant!” The man said. He had his back turned towards the rest of the band, and you were unsure if it was out of blatant disrespect or if he was trying to have a one-on-one conversation. Eunbi’s dazzling smile seemed to lose its gleam, her lips slowly closing and forming a line.

“I disagree with that, but thank you for the praise,” Eunbi remarked, shooting a glance towards all of you. The Manager didn’t seem to read the mood.

“No worries! You deserve all the praise in the world!” The manager replied, voice almost in a coo as he rubbed Eunbi’s arm. Your singer took a step back, pulling away from him.

“Thank you for the generous praise, but I believe we all have to rush off now,” Eunbi told him coolly. You could tell that she was doing her best not to slap him.

“Ah yes. Let me hand out the pay,” He said. He reached into his coat pocket and produced 6 envelopes. Five of them were white, and one of them was golden.

He handed the golden envelope to Eunbi ever so gently before whipping around and tossing the other five towards the rest of you. Yeji looked like she wanted to say something, but Ryujin held her arm, calming her friend down silently. You bent forward and picked up the envelopes scattered on the floor, giving them out the rest of your members and taking one for yourself.

“Manager-nim… Why is my envelope gold?” Eunbi inquired.

“You were excellent, so I thought that it was the right thing to do to give you a bonus!” He beamed. A disgusting effort to try and woo Eunbi. “I needed to differentiate the envelopes… Gold seems rather fitting, no?”

Eunbi stared at him stoically. She silently opened her envelope and pulled out the bills inside.

“How much was the bonus?” She queried.

“Oh… Just a small addition of 100,000 won,” He gloated, a proud glint in his eyes. Eunbi was unfazed, almost unimpressed as she pulled out a single 100,000 Won bill from the wad of money. Slotting the bill into the glittery envelope, she handed it back to the manager, who looked puzzled.

“W-What are you doing?” He asked.

“I won’t be needing the bonus, you may keep it,” Eunbi answered, smiling innocently. The manager was clearly taken aback.

“B-But it’s good money!” He argued.

“Good money or not, I am a part of a band. If you want to give a bonus, it’s either you give us all a bonus or no one gets a bonus at all,” Eunbi rebutted flatly.

“But—” He tried to begin. Eunbi slapped the envelope into his chest, cutting him off.

“Thank you for having us, we’ll be going now.”

With that, Eunbi smiled at the rest of you, a signal for all of you to get up and go. Everyone grabbed their things and walked out of the back door.

“Fuck you, you little shit. I’d like to see your fat ass pick up a Bass and play, ” Ryujin cussed the manager out crudely, preceding to flip him off for good measure.

“Now, now Ryujin,” Eunbi cautioned her. “Get to the car.”

Ryujin shot him one final glare before turning tail and leaving. You held the door open for Eunbi, gesturing for her to head out first. She smiled, patting you on the shoulder in thanks before exiting.

“W-Wait!” The manager called out to you as you were about to leave. “You! Make her change her mind!”

You turned and mustered a smile.

“Have a good night sir,” You bowed before shutting the door behind you. You headed back to the parking lot, where Ryujin had just finished loading her instrument into the trunk of Eunbi’s vehicle.

“Irrelevant… Irwelevant?!” Ryujin spat, slamming the trunk shut and heading into the back seat. You could only sigh and squeeze in together with her and the other three members, shutting the door to Eunbi’s car behind you.

There was a moment of silence as you all sat there, processing what had happened.

“Guys… I’m so sorry about that,” Eunbi began.

“D-Don’t be… It wasn’t your fault Eunbi,” you chimed in.

“It’s partially my fault…” Eunbi replied, pinching her nose bridge. “You know what… Let’s forget about this guys… Let’s celebrate our successful gig at my place, how about that?”

The car was completely silent.

“S-Sure… S-Sounds… Good,” You replied hesitantly. Eunbi shot you a small smile in the reflection of the rearview mirror. She started up the car, pulling out of the parking lot and driving into the night.

~~~~

The mood in Eunbi’s apartment was far from celebratory. Ryujin was visibly upset, Yeji was clearly pissed, Kkura looked hurt and Jimin seemed to lose her life in her eyes. You felt their pain but tried to lighten the mood with some basic conversation. It could only last for so long with the sour atmosphere, and Eunbi made the decision to bring out the alcohol in hopes of loosening everyone up.

Ryujin got drunk quickly after downing shot after shot while muttering things under her breath. Yeji decided that it was best if she got Ryujin home and called a cab for the two of them. They were the first to leave, and Kkura decided to call it a day a few minutes later. Jimin left moments later when her friend Minjeong came to get her.

That left you and Eunbi in her apartment, sitting at her table in silence as you stared at the sole glass of liquor you drank that night. You wanted to head home too, but something in your gut urged you to stay with Eunbi in her apartment. The singer took a swing out of the cup of Makgeolli she had in her hand. It was her 10th cup for the night.

“What a fucking mess…” She muttered, looking on the verge of tears. “It started off great… But then I just had to ruin it…”

You weren’t sure why she was blaming herself for the situation caused by another person, but you pushed your confusion aside to comfort your vocalists.

“It wasn’t you Eunbi… You should stop blaming yourself,” You told her. She buried her face in her hands.

“I know but… This… This isn’t the first time something like this has happened,” She said.

You shifted one seat down such that you were on her immediate right.

“You can’t blame yourself for the actions and attitude of others, Eunbi,” You consoled her. “Yes, today was upsetting, but…”

You trailed off, struggling to find words to comfort the woman next to you without repeating yourself. Eunbi swallowed and lifted her face out of her hands.

“I-I don’t know anymore… I just… I just feel like… I-I’m stealing everyone’s spotlight…”

She squeezed her eyes shut. The unmistakable glimmering outline of a tear rolled down her cheek, a whimper leaving her mouth. You hesitated for a moment but slowly patted her arm. She opened her eyes and gazed at you, tears glossing her orbs as her bottom lip trembled

“D-Do you mind if I hug you?” She asked, her tone polite despite the fact she was about to break down. You awkwardly opened out your arms to her, and she wasted no time in leaning in and wrapping her arms around your back. She pressed her face into your shirt, and you felt her body shake against you as she wept. You awkwardly patted her back, your offer of consolation not really doing much to calm the poor girl down.

She stayed there for a while, letting out all the screams and tears that she had pent up in her heart. You were willing to be an outlet for her release as you sat there, one hand rubbing Eunbi’s back while the other remained on the table.

“I-I’m sorry… I-I don’t know what came over me…” She apologised once she had calmed down.

“N-No worries Eunbi…” You assured her. “I-I understand.”

She nodded, wiping away her tears as she sat back upright.

“Thank you, I really needed that,” She smiled weakly. You gave her a smile of your own.

“Glad I could help,” You told her. She sat there for a moment, staring at her hands as she played with her fingers. An air of awkward silence hung over the two of you.

“A-Anything else you need?” You inquired. She stayed silent, but you knew she was thinking. In your week of knowing Eunbi, you knew that she wasn’t usually one to ask things out of others. For her to even contemplate it, she must be in dire need of comfort.

“T-There… There’s one thing you could do for me…” She finally spoke. You sat up straight.

“All ears,” you said. She bit her bottom lip, thumbs twiddling in place.

“I… I need relief right now… Will you help me?” She requested. You nodded promptly.

“S-Sure thing…” You answered.

Eunbi looked up at you, eyes still red and puffy, but there was something else in those dark brown eyes.

You blinked, and she had somehow gotten out of her seat and straddled you. Her face was mere inches away, her hot breath tingling the skin on your nose.

“I… Want to be filled up with a nice, big cock,” She whispered. “And I heard from our favourite bassist that you know your way with a woman.”

You were frozen, limbs, muscles and tendons firmly locked in place. Unlike your fling with Ryujin, you didn’t have the assistance of Alcohol to help you out. Eunbi traced your jaw with a finger.

“I need you to ravish my body and leave me screaming… Just like you did with her. Can you do that?” She whispered.

“E-Eunbi I—”

Her finger pressed firmly against your lips.

“I’ll ask again… Can you do that for me? Yes or no?”

You gulped, unsure how things had taken a turn so quickly. Eunbi’s finger left your lips, slowly tracing a line from your chin down to your Adam’s apple.

“Be a good boy… Say yes for mommy,” She breathed, the unmistakable tone of lust generously injected in her voice. You felt yourself rapidly hardening under her. Her finger was on your chest now, her tongue emerging out between those tantalising lips as she gave her upper lip a slow swipe of her pink tongue.

“I’m losing patience baby…” Eunbi warned. There seemed to be only one answer…

“O-Okay…” You stammered out.

“Okay who?” Eunbi asked sternly.

You gulped.

“O-Okay… mommy…”

A wicked smile made its way onto Eunbi’s face.

“Good boy…”

Her finger left your chest. She grasped the bottom of her white top and pulled upwards, her marvellously large tits spilling out of their confinements. She peeled off the tape covering her nipples and tossed them aside.

“Start with mommy’s tits sweetie,” She instructed, voice almost a coo.

Your mouth drooled at the sight of her voluptuous breasts. Her brown light nipples were hardened, standing proudly at attention. You slowly inched forward towards them, the full mounds on her chest slowly getting closer and closer to your mouth.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was acceptable of you. However, Eunbi’s hand that had snaked up to the back of your head, pushing you into her right breast made you think otherwise. Your lips parted, head moving forward to capture her right tit in your mouth.

A soft sigh left Eunbi’s parted lips, the hand on the back of your head stroking, fiddling and caressing your hair as you applied gentle suction to her bosom, tongue flicking her sensitive nipple intermittently. Each swish earned a sharp gasp of delight out of the woman, her hand pushing you forward with increasing force, pushing you deeper into her tits.

“Yes darling… That’s it…” She sighed, eyes shutting as she tilted her head back.

You released her right breast from your mouth, leaving the mound shimmering with your saliva as you swiftly transferred to the left side of her chest. Eunbi bit her lip, her face twisting in pleasure ever so slightly as you suckled her. Her hand found yours, guiding it up to her right tit and squeezing the full, firm mound of flesh. Continuing your work, you feasted, fiddled and squeezed. Her moans only spurred you, motivating you to double your efforts.

“Oh~ Oh good fucking god… Keep going, sweetie… ” She rasped, nails digging into the back of your head as you took the flesh of her breast deeper into your mouth. You sucked twice as hard, tongue now swirling around her nipple, occasionally flicking up to catch the sensitive nub. You could feel her pressing herself onto you, trying to be as close to you as possible while your mouth and hands worked in tamdem to derive the ultimate pleasure for Eunbi.

Eventually, she had enough. With a firm hand on your chest, she pushes you away from her marvellous chest.

Her eyes catch yours, and you instantly pick up on the ferocity of her gaze, a splash of lust blending in the midst. She rises off you, standing up straight and folding her arms over her chest.

“Get your pants off,” She commanded. You obeyed, standing up to unbuckle your belt. She watches, looking almost unimpressed as you let your pants drop to your ankles.

“Sit,” She barks. You comply. She leans down, breast hanging right in front of you before yanking your boxers down. Your cock springs free, your member twitching with anticipation.

“Looks like Ryujin wasn’t lying when she talked about its size…” She says, slender fingers wrapping around the base of your shaft. Your breath hitched, your mind going blank at the sensation of her hand around your cock.

“Mmmm… This feels like this will stretch me out,” She breathed, stroking you slowly with that delicate hand. “Yes… Yes, this will do…”

She increased her pace, pumping your cock with full, long strokes of her hand. You shuddered, head whipping back to let out a moan.

“Oh f-fuck… Eun—Mommy…” You moaned.

“Tell me you want to satisfy mommy…” She demands, fingers gripping your length tighter and tighter with each pump of her hand.

“I-I want to satisfy… Mommy," came your immediate reply.

“Tell me that you want to make mommy cum all over all your cock,” She continued.

“M-Mommy pleas—”

“Tell me.”

You were going insane. It was too much for you, her hand driving you wilder and wilder by the minute, threatening to send you barrelling over the edge.

“I-I want… I want to make mommy cum all over my cock,” You manage.

She stroked faster.

“Now tell me you want mommy to fuck herself on your cock…”

You fought back a moan, your thighs tensing as you struggled to tell her what she wanted to hear. She was merciless, manipulating you into submission with just her hand striking away at your shaft.

“I-I… I want mommy to fuck herself on my cock!” You finally cried. Satisfied, her hand gradually slowed to a halt, ending your torture. You felt yourself shaking, drawing in deep breath after deep breath.

“What a good little boy…” She praised. “Now stay seated while mommy gets out of this…”

You watched as she stepped right in front of you and began undressing. Her cardigan fell off her shoulders, her top going next to expose her fit build. She didn’t bother teasing you with her ass, undoing her shorts and letting them drop before kicking the piece of clothing away. She was back on you in a matter of seconds, gripping the base of your dick and guiding your cock to the tip of your entrance. She teased your tip, rubbing it between the slick folds of her soaking pussy, coating it with her juices and your pre-cum.

You expected her to make you beg for her to lower herself onto you, but her teasing must have been too much for herself. She dropped down onto you, taking you into her wet pussy all at once. A drawn out moan left her mouth, her tits bouncing with the impact.

She was tight, so fucking tight that you could feel each throb of her heat as her walls squeezed themselves around you. You felt yourself twitching inside her as she slowly started to grind against you, stretching herself out on your member as she sighed in pleasure.

“Oh my… You’re stretching me out, darling…” She told you, gripping your shoulders tightly as she adjusted to the size of your cock. Your hands found her full thighs, clutching the soft flesh for dear life.

“M-Mommy… S-So tight…” You grunted. Eunbi chuckled.

“Shhh… Be quiet baby…” Eunbi whispered. “Let mommy do the work, you just stay there and moan for me, okay?”

You didn’t have time to nod before Eunbi raised herself. Your shaft, slick with Eunbi’s juices, slid out of her womanhood till only the tip of your cock remained inside her. A thrum was in your ears, the buzz of anticipation making your cock twitch wildly.

With a smirk, she slams back down onto you and repeats the motion over and over till she’s riding you fiercely at a steady pace. Your breath gets knocked out of you, pleasure hazing your mind as a series of cusses, sighs and grunts leave your throat. Eunbi bounced on you—slick, wet folds enveloping your cock steadily, taking you in and out of her pussy in a frenzied rhythm. She was whining, almost mewling at the top of her lungs as she buried your head into her cleavage. Your tongue darted out, hungrily licking up some of the sweat that had formed between those perfect breasts, enjoying the reverberation of her chest with each cry that leaves her mouth.

“Yesyesyes… Oh god… Oh my fucking god…” she hisses, her nails digging into the nape of your neck – the pain numbed out by the pleasure shooting up from your cock. Moans continue tumbling out of her mouth, filling your ears with music as she continues to fuck herself on your hard shaft, driving your length in and out of her tight wet pussy.

Your moans mixed with her’s filled her living room, the lewd squelching of her wet pussy serving as an excellent backdrop to the sound of skin slapping against skin. She held you tight, your hands gripping her waist even tighter as you took suckled on her breasts once more. With every suck, every lick, every flick of your tongue, her walls seemed to squeeze you more and more, the slick heat of her drenched pussy making you reach new levels of pleasure. Her body moved hypnotically, round, full breasts bouncing deliciously each time she dropped back onto you, hips rocking ever so slightly to grind her clit against your crotch. Her toned tummy flexed, her face twisted into a look of sheer pleasure while her mouth remained ajar.

She felt heavenly, looked heavenly, sounded heavenly — even when she was in a dishevelled mess, riding your cock desperately as sweat trickled down her head and perfect body. Not once did she let up, never ever slowing herself down for even a split second. She rode you hard, fierce and fast for what felt like hours, thrusting you deeper and deeper into her folds till she finally couldn’t hold on anymore. You could feel your orgasm building, threatening to make you burst inside of her.

“M-Mommy… I’m gonna—”

“No. You’re… Not fucking allowed… To cum,” She hisses, hips still crashing into you.

“Mommy—”

“Zip it.”

Just when you think she couldn’t go any faster, she does. The chair you’re sitting on shakes, legs somehow still withstanding the sheer force of Eunbi harshly driving herself down onto you repeatedly. Her breathing became shallower, body tensing and eyes rolling to the back of her head as she slammed herself down on you again and again, fucking herself to completion with your cock.

When Eunbi orgasmed, it took the combined effort of your will and body to not join Eunbi in heavenly bliss. Unlike Ryujin, she didn’t announce it when she cums, opting for a loud, drawn-out moan that reverberated through the air. Her walls squeezed you, twitching in a way that drived you mad, but you held on. Eunbi’s hips rocked against you, slowly grinding out her orgasm as she came on your cock. After what seemed like an eternity, she collapsed onto you, crashing against you as her weary body heaved with each breath she took.

“Oh… Oh fuck,” She rasps, the single obscenity somehow able to replace all the words she could have used to describe what she just felt. You let her recover in silence, opting to squeeze the fullness of her bubble butt while waiting. She finally rises off you after some time.

“Five… Five seconds…” She tells you. “Tell me where you want to cum…”

Eunbi’s body was amazing, with lots of places that would love to cover with your pent up load…But you had a clear choice.

“Your tits mommy…” You tell her. She nods.

Sliding off you gracefully, she gets on her knees before you. Spitting between that wonderful pair, she lubricates her plunging cleavage before looking you in the eyes.

With an innocent smile hiding her devilish intents, she engulfed you between her tits. You writhe, letting out a moan as the warm embrace of her tits hugs your cock tightly. The mounds reached the base of your cock, the tip of your penis barely visible between them.

Eunbi cupped her breasts, squeezing them snugly around your dick before beginning to slide you in and out between her slick breasts. Her juices–mixed with her spit—made the ultimate lubricant for the perfect titjob as she pleasured you.

“Look at you… All in a mess cause of mommy’s tits…” She teased, breasts unremittingly stroking your hard shaft.

“F-Fuck yes… I-I love your tits so much Mommy…” You sighed.

“Good… You better give me all your cum on my tits then…”

She smiled tenderly before tucking her chin into her chest. She lowered her head, tongue sticking out of her mouth to catch the tip of your cock. You squirmed, completely at the singer’s mercy as she delivered flicks to your sensitive underside as it appeared between her tits. Her breasts drowned you in a sea of pleasure, your vision going fuzzy as the messy combination of her fluids allowed your dick to slip in and out between those warm, heavenly pillows of flesh with ease.

“God… I’m… I’m gonna fucking cum… I’m gonna cum between your tits mommy,” You gasped, steadily approaching your orgasm with each bottom of her strokes. Eunbi didn’t speed up, choosing to slowly torture your sensitive member with her tits and tongue, watching you squirm and shift as you get closer and closer to your orgasm.

You could only last so long between those breasts. Your orgasm hit you hard, sending your body into a fit-like state as a cry left your throat. Eunbi perfectly timed her stroke, making sure to bottom out just as you cum. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes as you felt every burst of cum erupt from your penis. You splattered her chest, your cock shooting rope after rope of hot semen onto Eunbi’s tits. Your first few ropes filled the space of her cleavage, the next few bursting onto her face and splattering her perfect features. You unloaded yourself onto her, hips bucking and thrusting into her mounds as each load of cum was forced up and out of your shaft.

Satisfied Eunbi released your cock. She got to work, cleaning your shaft thoroughly with her mouth before using her fingers to gather your load off her face and tits. She sent her cum-covered hand straight into her mouth, licking and sucking her fingers clean.

“Thank you Myeong-seok-ie… I feel so much better now…” She thanked you, her angelic smile gracing her features. You couldn’t reply, still recovering from your tidal wave of an orgasm. She rose up on her feet, cupping your face tenderly as she examined you.

“You know… I think I’ll have you do booty calls for me from now on,” Eunbi remarks, a look of approval on her face.

She bends down and plants a small kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you for being a darling, Myeong-seok… You’re welcome to stay the night if you want to,” She says, retrieving her discarded clothes.

“I… I think I’ll get going…” You pant.

“Aw… Really? I cook a pretty good breakfast, you know?” Eunbi said. “Just stay with me for one night, then you can leave in the morning.”

Her offer to stay didn’t seem to just be an offer anymore, rather more of a suggestion. Your conscience told you no, but you were too tired to argue, so you nodded in agreement. She grinned and helped you out of the chair. Holding your hand ever so tenderly, she guides you into her bedroom.

You settle between the sheets with Eunbi, the vocalist cuddling up under the blanket.

“Just saying… We’re still friends, capiche?” She reminded you, closing her eyes. “Don’t get any ideas about me feeling anything for you…”

Your ability to think of a response failed you due to exhaustion. You simply hummed in reply, letting the weariness sweep over you. Eunbi giggled next to you, knowing full well that she was the cause of your exhaustion.

And you knew damn well that she was fucking proud of it.

“Good night… I’ll cook up something nice for us tomorrow, okay?” She told you. With that, she let out a small sigh of contentment.

You didn’t know what was making you feel this way, but something told you that things were going to get interesting during your time with the band. You pushed that thought aside for now and focused on getting a good rest, it had been a long day for you.

“Goodnight Eunbi,” you wished her.

“You too Myeong-seok, rest well…”

Your eyes closed, a little smile on your face as you drifted off together with Eunbi.

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Well I’ll be damned, I guess this band thing is a series now.

Anyway, thanks for reading. This was my attempt at writing Mommy Eunbi so I apologise for cliches and whatnots. Have a good day.

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#rent-a-girlfriend #kanojo okarishimasu #mizuhara chizuru #ichinose chizuru #chizuru mizuhara #chizuru ichinose #rent a girlfriend #art #anime #the squeaky stool

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Sundown: Chapter 1

WC: 2,6k

Relationship: Pre-relationship SwissAlps

Tags: Transfeminine Mountain, AU; Cowboy!Swiss x Barmaid!Mountain, First Meeting, Fluff, Protectiveness, Discussion About Being Transgender, Transphobia (warning for that if someone's sensitive to it), not from swiss tho he's supportive!!!

Swiss has been travelling for a while. He finally gets to a place he can rest in and meets an unique individual. He's immediately enamored.

Notes: comm for @jazz-bazz, first part of our au! ty bex <3

Read chapter 1 under the cut or on AO3.

He’s been sweating his ass off for three days before something resembling civilization has finally come along. He’s half dead, his chick is half dead, and all he wants is to get a pint of cold beer and a damn bed.

The town—barely big enough to be called such—is obviously sparsely populated. Swiss doubts it’s even inhabited at first, but the closer he gets the more signs of life he’s noticing and the hope in him grows. He leans down to pat his chick’s neck and sighs at the puff of dust coming off of her.

“Soon, girlie. I’m gonna give ya a good brush, you deserve it.” The mare nickers and the pair continue their slow walk toward the town. It doesn’t take that long for them to make their way into the shadow casted by the town’s buildings. It smells like cow’s shit, but the people obviously have more water and food than they really need, which means there is a chance Swiss and his horse will get some. If not given freely, he’ll take it, but he is tired and he hopes their visit in that place will go smoothly.

Swiss doesn’t see any heads peeking out of doors or windows to look at him, neither threateningly nor curiously, as he looks around searching for any sign that would indicate where he can find a bar. He really needs a beer.

His knees crack when he jumps down from his mare. The ground is dry and a cloud of dust arises as his boots touch it. He finds something that could be a spot for travelers’ horses and as he leaves his chick there he hopes nobody will shoot her off if he was mistaken. It’s a solid roof over a spot covered in a thick layer of straw, with buckets full of fresh looking water hanging off of wooden beams and cubes of hay under them. Inviting enough.

Swiss pulled the reins over the mare’s neck and pulled the bit out of her mouth before tying her to one of the beams by the water. He hopes she won't be too picky. “Drink, girlie, I’ll be back soon.”

He pats her on the ass on his way and walks away, heading into the adjoining building. The batwing doors’ hinges squeal loudly as Swiss walks into what indeed is a saloon. It’s nearly empty, only two men are sitting in a corner and talking quietly over drinks. Swiss scans the space and even though it’s empty, it seems nice. The men from the corner don’t acknowledge his presence, but he doesn’t crave attention this time, so it is fine by him. It’s a bit colder there than outside and he already feels some relief.

Swiss goes straight to the bar and just as he’s sitting down on one of the squeaky stools the barmaid walks out from behind a dark brown curtain hanging between the shelves. A gorgeous, tall wo…man? They are a very pretty man, if that's the case. He shrugs, though, it’s none of his business.

They are wearing a long, light green dress—a little old fashioned in style, but it’s a good piece. Little dirty-white apron covers the dress from their waist down to where their knees are under the skirt. The dress doesn’t have sleeves, only straps digging into their shoulders and going down to create a laced neckline that makes their tits look very compelling. Their hair is long and wavy, a beautiful shade of dark amber flowing down their back and over their shoulders.

Their eyes, though…oh, their eyes are what makes Swiss’ belly swoop and his mouth go even drier than it already was. Big—adorned by thick and long lashes—and in the color of the healthiest, most fresh, summer grass ever. Swiss haven’t seen grass as green in years.

“Anything to drink for you?” They ask, picking up a rag to wipe the bar. More to busy themself than because it’s dirty. If anything it’s dusted over from unuse.

“Well, ain’t ya a pretty thing?” Swiss winks, his head tilted to the side. He knows he most definitely looks like a creep, but he can’t stop staring.

“Oh, me? Uhm–thank you?” they stutter as blush creeps up their cheeks, coloring them a light rosy pink. Gorgeous. “What…what about that drink?”

“Get me a pint of some good ole beer, sweetheart. Pretty please.”

“Mhm,” they nod, obviously flustered, and turn to disappear behind the curtain again. Swiss sighs—he really is exhausted—as he rests his chin on his fist, his other hand scratching at his stubble. Well, more like a beard, he didn’t have much time or opportunities to take care of it, so it’s a bit unkept now.

Soon enough the bar…person returns with Swiss’ beer and hands it to him with a light smile. “There you go.”

“Thank you kindly,” he mutters, nodding, before pressing his lips against the chilly mug and tipping it back. He moans at the refreshing feeling washing over him the moment beer pours into his mouth.

“Is it that good?” the person chuckles, leaning against the wall with their hands crossed over their chest. Their beautiful, full chest and it’s–Swiss shakes his head. He ain’t seen no tits in ages but he isn’t an animal, damnit.

“Nah,” he snorts before taking another gulp. “It’s piss, but I’ve been dry as a desert, sweetheart.”

The person curls their lips into a little amused smile and turns, grabbing the rag and starting to wipe the bar again. Swiss tries to not be obvious in his staring—looking from under the rim of his hat. The stranger is so captivating, he can’t tear his eyes away.

“Listen, I don’t mean any disrespect, sweetheart, but I’ve gotta ask–” Swiss starts after clearing his throat, but gets cut off. The other probably expected it to go that way.

“You’re the nicest person I’ve encountered in a long time,” they say with a smirk and Swiss bows his head, grinning. “Phrase your question as nicely and there’s a chance I won’t take out the revolver from under the bar and shoot your hat off.”

“Damn, sweetheart.” He recoils dramatically, raising his arms defensively. “You’re too pretty for me to offend, don’t ya worry.”

“So?”

“Are you a boy or a girl?” The question lands, but no offense shows on the person’s face. Swiss continues. “Cause if you’re a boy, then you’re the prettiest one I’ve ever seen—and I’ve seen a lot—and if you’re a girl, then…well, then you’re the prettiest one of those.”

“I’m a woman, kind sir,” she laughs, fully this time, and the melodic sound of it goest through Swiss’ ears right to his heart, “you haven’t proven yourself worthy of permission to call me a girl. Yet.”

“Understood. I'd love to try and prove my worth.” He winks and lifts the mug nodding, as if in a toast. “You’re a gorgeous woman, ma’am.”

“Thank you. I do understand the confusion, though, even my own body didn’t get the memo.” She sighs, fidgeting with her hands and worrying her lip between her teeth. Swiss gets a sudden urge to gently pull it free, lest she breaks the skin and paints her mouth with blood, but he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t, they’ve just met. Swiss doesn’t know what possessed him.

“Huh, that’s so…” He mumbles, staring holes into the already rugged wood of the countertop. With the corner of his eye he sees the barmaid pull up a chair on the other side of the bar and sit on it, right before him.

“Unnatural?” she finishes for him, but her guess of his thoughts couldn’t be falser.

“No, I wanted to say it makes you unique. It’s amazing,” Swiss says—confident—looking up at her again. She is so much closer now and so many more details of her beauty are visible to the man, and if she’d let him he’d count all the golden freckles adorning her face a hundred times over.

“Oh…” she whispers. Swiss doesn’t count her freckles, but he does follow the path of a blush crawling up her cheeks. “Well, uhm, I don’t know. It doesn’t feel amazing most of the time.”

“That must be tough,” he replies, wondering. “Is it like…like you don’t feel right in your body? Like it’s not yours?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” she has no idea why she’s suddenly spilling her innermost thoughts to a stranger she has met not even half an hour prior. There is something about him, though, that makes her feel safe and maybe carries a chance of finally being understood. Even if just a bit. “And sometimes I just feel…wrong all around.”

Swiss hums in acknowledgement and leans down to his mug, swallowing down a few gulps. Once his mouth is unoccupied again, he asks, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“It’s Mountain,” the barmaid says, “but I prefer just Mounty.”

Swiss snorts at that, but immediately regrets it upon seeing Mounty’s brows furrow in confusion and her eyes fill with a tiny bit of hurt. “Sorry, sweetheart, I ain’t laughing at you! My horse’s name is Monty, that’s why!”

“Oh. Oh, okay,” she relaxes and chuckles, too, a bit embarrassed by her immediate defensiveness. “Yeah, that is funny.”

“Nice to meet you, Mounty.”

“Won’t you give me your name?” the barmaid’s eyelashes flutter and Swiss wouldn’t be able to refuse or lie to her even if he wanted to.

“Swiss, sweetheart,” he says, lifting up the mug again. “My name’s Swiss.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Swiss,” Mounty replies, her face lighting up with a soft smile, and if Swiss was standing it would make his knees buckle. Still, his insides warm up and twist and he’s never felt like that; so stupid and…vulnerable.

Swiss feels himself blush and he quickly hides behind his mug.

“Would you–” Mounty is about to ask him something, but a squeak of the doors and heavy steps interrupt her.

“Afternoon!” a stranger calls out, walking into the saloon as if it was his own ground. Swiss looks up at the barmaid and sees her tense up—her lips turn into a thin line and her brows furrow. She knows the man and she isn't fond of him in the slightest.

Swiss doesn’t like that look on her.

“Afternoon, sir,” Mounty mutters, standing up. The man doesn’t reply, just walks over and sits down by the bar next to Swiss. He is alert after Mounty’s reaction, one of his hands close to his gun.

“Get me some whiskey, girl,” the stranger grumbles, spitting the last word out like it burns his tongue, like an insult. Swiss realizes it is supposed to be one and the knot inside him tightens, this time with something resembling anger. How can someone treat such a gorgeous, brilliant and kind creature without utmost respect?

“Hey, she ain’t your girl,” Swiss hisses as Mounty disappears to get the man’s drink. He won’t sit there and pretend he is okay with what is happening right next to him. “Bark orders at your wife like that. If you even have one, it don’t seem like you’ve got a lot to offer.”

“Why do you care?” the stranger scoffs, “he’s a freak.”

One second Swiss is sitting relaxed, sipping on his beer, and then in the next he’s up with his back straight, looming over the other man and staring down at him with fire in his eyes.

“I suggest you either apologize to her when she gets back,” he growls, reaching behind himself, to his revolver, “or get out now so neither of us have to see your ugly face any more. Or else…”

“Or else what!? Ya one of them, too, hm?” the man—clearly an idiot—snarls, craning his neck to look up at Swiss, pretending to be brave. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you had no balls on you.”

“Oh, I’ve got enough balls, asshole,” Swiss laughs and that seems to hit. He pulls his revolver out from behind his belt, twists it on his finger and watches the other man hesitate about his next words. “You wanna lose yours?”

The man scoffs as if there wasn’t fear in his eyes. He’s a coward and he storms out accordingly, because it’s unlikely he knows better than to actually challenge Swiss. He doubts he knows who he was.

Just as the man disappears outside, Mounty returns with a glass of whiskey intended for him. There’s no smile on her face and her rather neutral expression turns to confusion as she sees only Swiss by the bar. “Where did he go?”

“Oh, he realized he left something at home.” Swiss shrugs, returning to his stool.

“And what would that be?”

“Respect for women,” he says with a smirk and Mounty returns it, knowing and thankful. She sits again and looks at the glass in her hand before pressing it against her lips and cringing as she tips it back to drink. “Not a fan?”

“Not at all,” she coughs and Swiss chuckles. She is adorable. “All I drink is tea.”

“Tea is good,” he says and looks into his mug—there was still some beer left. He lifts it again and silence falls for a moment.

“You really are nice to talk to,” Mounty speaks after a while. “I get called a freak and other names all the time, usually the moment I come into someone’s view. It’s nice to be treated normally, have my feelings acknowledged…and be protected. You know?”

“I can only imagine.” Swiss smiles at her fondly. It must be hard living like that. Trying to live right by yourself and offending others by simply existing, just because they are too thick-skulled. If he could, he'd sit on that creaky chair every damn day and chase off every single man who'd as much as look at Mounty wrong.

It’s quiet again, Swiss finishing up his beer and Mounty drinking her whiskey—frowning at every single sip. They have just met, but the silence is comfortable. It feels like not only did they know each other for ages, but that they have a…special connection, of a kind.

Swiss snorts at his own thoughts. He’s stupid for them, for thinking this is anything more than…than what, exactly?

“A’ight, sweetheart,” he sighs after a moment, breaking the dead silence. “I should get going, find somewhere to sleep.”

“We’ve got beds,” Mounty perks up, immediately shying away as she realizes she might’ve been a bit too enthusiastic, “if you want…”

“I’d love a bed, but I don’t have much money,” the man shrugs. He’d rip anyone off without any remorse, but not her. He’s never gotten a soft spot for someone as fast as he did for her. “And I’d rather get a place for my horse than myself.”

“And if it’d all be on the house?”

“What, like me so much already you don’t want me to leave?” Swiss laughs, winking.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Mounty scoffs, but her own wink says something else. “You’re clearly exhausted, who would I be if I let you go back on the road without a proper rest?”

“Will you at least accept my help in here and in the stables as a payment?”

“I can consider it,” she mumbles, smiling softly as she stares at Swiss through her lashes.

“Alright, then. I’ll stay, sweetheart.”

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soiwatchyougo · 25 days

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The Black Dog

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon

(A/N- The Black Dog is a stereotypical British pub, so imagine it seamlessly fitting into Barcelona. I spent the whole weekend listening to TTPD, so I recommend listening to that while you read- apologies in advance for the angst!)

Warning- Language

The Black Dog was their bar.

After every match, they migrated there. It never mattered if they’d been thrashed or won victoriously; the bar stayed the same. The tables were always on the wrong side of sticky, their once light brown wood darkened with age and spilled beer. Coasters littered the tables, their grubby presence normally forgotten. Instead, rings of condensation formed on the table, leaving the water to slowly seep into the wood. The wooden counter of the bar was chipped with age, but the shining attraction of the beer taps soon made up for its imperfections. Rickety bar stools lined its length, even the slightest movement making them wobble precariously. There was barely any room to manoeuvre around the bar, the floor a sea of bags and chair legs, not perfect for stumbling messes three drinks deep. It was always slightly too hot despite the air-conditioning that whirred quietly in the background, drowned out by excited chatter and raucous laughs. As the revellers started to filter out, the music started to play as the staff cleared up, wiping away any remnants of their presence.

Ingrid and Mapi’s figures were such a presence at the bar that the owner joked that he should put reserved signs on their seats. Over time, they had slowly claimed the two stools at the end of the row of stools, slightly secluded from the rest of the celebrations. All that was visible was their two heads bowed together, always in quiet conversation. Sometimes Ingrid would throw her head back laughing but they were in their own bubble, undisturbed by drunken chants or crying children.

The bar had seen them win the Champions League together, the locals crowding around the small television in the corner. When the final whistle blew, the owner declared that all drinks were on the house for the rest of the night. The celebrations had continued long into the morning, the bar staying open until the champions returned home for a victory drink.

It had also seen them lose the same competition the next year. When they dejectedly returned from the final, the bar was the first place they headed to, its familiarity healing some of their hurt. Their drinks were already waiting by their seats, and for once, The Black Dog was quiet when they entered.

It was eerily silent, and it took everything in Mapi not to burst into tears again. She felt like she hadn’t just disappointed her team, but her community also. As they settled into their seats, a singular clap broke the silence. Soon the bar was overpowered with clapping, and for the first time since the match ended, she felt hope again.

When their parents met for the first time, there was only one place the couple thought to take them to. The Black Dog watched as Ingrid hesitantly translated for everyone and Mapi nervously fiddled with the hem of her shirt, one of the only times the fearless defender’s hand shook as she picked up her drink. Ingrid reached out and placed a comforting hand on her thigh, and the look that passed between them spoke more than a thousand words. Their parents watched on admiringly and the squeaky door helped them leave in fits of laughter, content that both their daughters had made the right decision.

The patrons joked that they should hold their wedding there, and the couple just smiled shyly, their future together inevitable. Even as they moved in together, they never replaced the bar for drinks at home. They spent practically every moment together, yet the routine of settling into their seats at the bar made them feel like teenagers on their first date again.

The Black Dog also watched as the distance between their bowed heads slowly became larger until they were both sitting up straight, staring intently at the condensation on their glasses. Mapi’s mouth stopped running at a hundred miles an hour, and for the first time since they entered the bar, there was silence between them. Any attempt of conversation was shut down, so they resigned themselves to listening to the clink of glasses, the noise that had seemed so insubstantial now assaulting their ears.

Gone were the inside jokes and teasing touches, or the half-finished glass deserted on the countertop for more important activities. The bartenders observed the couple with a worried interest, sharing whispered rumours over the dishwasher. Their routine seemed more like a chore, but neither of them was willing to give it up, so they wallowed in their unhappiness together.

Until one day, they stopped.

The bar watched as their seats remained unoccupied after a win against Levante. Every time the door swung open, their eyes lit up, only to be replaced by disappointment. Dusk started to settle, and the bar became busier until their stools were the only empty two. The bartenders stared at them forlornly until they unanimously admitted defeat, dejectedly gesturing for another couple to sit in them. The couple lowered themselves down with a smile on their faces, and it felt so wrong that they were nearly evacuated immediately.

They still waited expectantly after the next match, but it was no use. Rumours of their breakup spread throughout the bar, but no one could pinpoint the exact moment it started to go downhill. Maybe it was when Mapi injured her knee and struggled onto the stool, and no matter how much Ingrid tried to help her, she wouldn’t accept her supportive arm. It could’ve been when Ingrid nearly fell asleep on the countertop and Mapi tried to help her home, except she couldn’t because of her crutches, and the owner had to assist her. There was the night when one beer turned to five and Ingrid stormed out of the bar, Mapi hopping helplessly behind her. She called her name, but the Norwegian was already out in the cold air, and Mapi deflated against the wall, tears forming in her eyes.

The signs were there, but no one wanted to believe it.

You couldn’t fabricate the way they used to look at each other, eyes brimming with admiration and love. It was them against the world, and everyone knew it. Even through the worst of losses, they were each other’s rock, a type of unwavering support that very few were lucky to receive. It was the type of love that couldn’t be captured in a photo but only felt in the way they constantly orbited each other, incomplete without the other.

The patrons brushed off their troubles with a swig of beer, shaking their heads in disbelief at those who claimed they would fail. If any couple could weather a rough patch, it was them.

But as it turned out, they weren’t strong enough.

The couple couldn’t identify an exact reason, and that’s what made the break-up even more painful. They tried to work through the reasons for their hurt, but the pain clouded their minds and tinged everything they did. Weeks of silent resentment turned into full-blown screaming matches, only ever ending with slamming doors and helpless sobs. No matter how much they tried to have moments of happiness, Mapi could feel Ingrid slipping away. The Norwegian stopped sharing her feelings, and the more Mapi pressed, the angrier she got. Mapi was frustrated about her knee and apologising for her moodiness only made Ingrid retreat further into her shell. They couldn’t even talk about mundane things without one of them snapping.

The fighting exhausted them until they had no love left to give.

Something had broken, and although they both desperately wanted it to work out, they couldn’t continue like this. Somewhere along the way, they forget why they fell in love in the first place, and trying to force the feeling only made it hurt more.

They had everything, and now they had nothing.

Ingrid went to Norway for a National camp, and when her flight arrived in Barcelona, she hesitated before giving Rolfo’s address to the taxi driver. Mapi waited for the click of the door, but it never came, and she collapsed onto the couch in a flood of tears. Ingrid had finally done the brave thing and left, and Mapi was too much of a coward to stop her. She knew she wasn’t making Ingrid happy anymore, and maybe only by losing each other could they find their way back together.

Ingrid ignored her at practice, her cold gaze failing to mask her red-rimmed eyes. She said she needed space, and Mapi tried to respect that. Her knee healed, but her heart was still torn in two, a type of pain that no type of surgery could heal. Their forced proximity only reminded Mapi of how stupid she had been to let the Norwegian fall through her fingers, but she couldn’t do anything about it, not when every time she approached Ingrid she was shunned. It didn’t seem like Ingrid missed her, which was impossible for Mapi to comprehend. She couldn’t believe that the same woman she had a ring hidden for in her dresser could so easily forget her.

They were so close to having it all. Before Mapi injured her knee, they were perfect, stupidly obsessed with each other. After weeks of deliberating, she went into the city centre and visited a jewellery store. Surrounded by hundreds of beautiful rings, there was only one that she knew Ingrid would love. The extortionate price hadn’t phased her, and she had left the shop grinning and planning the proposal.

The next week, she tore her meniscus, and everything went to shit.

During their arguments, Ingrid would sometimes reference the fact they had been together for nearly half a decade, yet they were still only girlfriends. Mapi wanted to run to her dresser and show Ingrid the ring, but she knew the Norwegian deserved a perfect proposal. She told herself that as soon as they got better, she would get down on one knee and show Ingrid how much she loved her.

Except, they never got better.

She thought space was meant to heal all wounds, but it only seemed to tear hers open. Sometimes she was overwhelmed by grief that she couldn’t leave her house, and Alexia had to steal her spare key just to make sure she wasn’t dead. Nothing could lift her spirits, and months after their breakup, she was still struggling to get through each day.

Mapi allowed herself one indulgence; checking Ingrid’s location. It used to be a source of pride to see their icons constantly together, but now Ingrid’s was fixed over the other side of the city. Mapi waited for the day she turned it off, but it seemed the Norwegian had either forgotten or wanted to punish her. Either way, Mapi couldn’t stop herself from clicking on the app and zooming in on her icon, a picture of her smiling face. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to find, but clinging onto the last physical reminder of their affection stopped her from completely burying their relationship.

It was another night of cooking for one and crying into her dinner when Mapi checked her phone, her brow furrowing in confusion. Ingrid’s icon was moving along the street until it stopped in a bar, a bar that Mapi knew very well.

The Black Dog.

It killed her to see Ingrid alone in their bar. She had never been in that bar without Ingrid, and she knew it was the same for the Norwegian. She couldn’t help but think that it was a sign, a way of Ingrid extending an olive branch without words.

Even if it wasn’t, Mapi wasn’t going to let her go without a fight this time.

She rushed to pull on her shoes, and as an afterthought, headed to her bedroom. Rooting through her dresser, she pulled out the ring box and zipped it securely into her pocket. She wasn’t sure why, but her gut told her if she didn’t do something, she would lose the chance.

Running down the stairs, she only had one thought on her mind. She sprinted along the street to The Black Dog, covering the short distance in mere minutes. She barely registered the way her lungs gasped for air or her knee ached as she pushed open the door, the bustle of the bar making her physically recoil. The memories overwhelmed her as her eyes immediately looked for Ingrid at her usual seat.

The patrons stared at her as she made her way to the bar, the top of Ingrid’s head just visible. Pushing her way through the final few obstacles, she finally reached the object of her affection.

Ingrid was drawing patterns on the condensation of her beer glass, and before Mapi could even ask if she could sit down, the bartender was placing her drink on the mat in front of the stool. Mapi swallowed and hesitantly sat down, her arm brushing against Ingrid as the chair wobbled.

Ingrid looked up from her glass, her green eyes filled with tears. She smiled tightly at Mapi, but she showed no real sign of being pleased with her presence.

“I can leave if you want,” Mapi said softly, her brow furrowed with concern. Ingrid looked so broken that Mapi was starting to regret ever checking her location. These stools no longer reminded her of their love-struck first years, but the pain of their final couple of months.

“No,” Ingrid whispered, clearing her throat, “I want to talk to you.”

Mapi nodded and took a sip of her beer. She hadn’t drunk this beer since the breakup, the mere smell of it transporting her back to the bar, and inevitably, back to Ingrid.

“Me too,” Mapi said, her body thrumming with nerves. Even though Ingrid knew all her secrets and had seen the worst parts of her, Mapi was still petrified to open up to the Norwegian again. They had said some unthinkable things to each other during their fights, and some words cut deeper than others.

They sat in silence for a moment, enshrouded by the hum of the bar. Ingrid looked like she wanted to speak, but every time her mouth opened, no words came out.

“How did you know I’d come?” Mapi asked, her eyes flitting between Ingrid’s face and her beer.

“You’ve still got your location on,” Ingrid said with a shrug, “figured if I was checking yours every day, so would you.”

Mapi nodded. Even given the space between them, Ingrid still knew her better than anyone else.

“Fuck,” Ingrid said hopelessly, “this is harder than I thought it would be. I had a whole speech planned, but...”

“Would you like me to speak first?” Mapi tried to add helpfully, her heart breaking at Ingrid’s distress.

The Norwegian nodded slightly, her eyes downcast.

Mapi took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I could spend all night listing all the things I’m sorry about, but I think the bar would kick us out. I’m not trying to make excuses, but you should know what was happening in my fucked-up head. After I tore my meniscus, I was a wreck. I was so sad, and I felt useless. I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t do anything. I spent all day lying in bed and sleeping while you went to training, and I couldn’t bear it.”

“I started to resent you,” Mapi continued with a frown, “but you were under so much pressure to be a perfect centre-back, and I didn’t want to add anything else to your plate. I used to be so happy, so bubbly, and I felt like I was pulling you down with my negativity.”

“I should’ve told you how I was feeling, but I was terrified. Keeping it inside didn’t help, and you seamlessly fitting into defence made me feel replaceable. I had lost my job, and I was slowly losing my happiness; the easiest thing to blame was you.”

“Why?” Ingrid asked with a hint of anger in her voice, “I was nothing but supportive. I was by your side throughout surgery, and you repaid me by ignoring my efforts to help you. All I wanted was for you to be proud of me, to love me, but you couldn’t even smile at the games. That was fucking selfish, Maria.”

Mapi flinched at the use of her full name. Ingrid used to say it during intimate moments, and it always made her heart swell with affection. But the way the Norwegian spat it out made it very clear it was not a term of endearment, but an insult.

“I know. I wish I could take it back. I was trying to live up to a perfect image, but I was too blind to see that was useless.”

“It sure was. I never needed you to be perfect, I just wanted you to be honest. We had been together for nearly half a decade, and you didn’t trust me. How do you think that made me feel? The love of my life was slowly wasting away, but she wouldn’t talk to me about anything.”

“I was an idiot. By the time I realised that I needed to get my shit together, I think you were already gone. I had pushed you away, and I hated myself so much that I basically self-destructed. I should’ve fought, I should’ve done something, but I couldn’t see a way out of the hole that I’d dug for myself.”

Mapi’s voice was helpless. They were the worst couple of months of her life, and even reminiscing about them caused a pang in her chest.

Ingrid sipped her beer with a grimace, “I should’ve pushed you to get some help, but I was so angry with you that, honestly, I thought that leaving was the best option. I needed to get away, to re-evaluate what I wanted from our relationship because it wasn’t working anymore.”

Hearing Ingrid voice her reasons for leaving made Mapi wince, reminding her of her past mistakes. She hadn’t wanted to admit that they were broken, her last spark of hope tying Ingrid down until the Norwegian finally found the courage to break away.

“You’re right. It broke me when you left, but I knew I needed to work on myself and let you find your spark again, which wouldn’t happen with me. I loved you, Ingrid, but I lost track of that somewhere along the way.”

“I loved you too,” Ingrid bit back, “I wanted nothing but the best for you, but I couldn’t be with you like that. You made me feel like I was an inconvenience, and that wasn’t right.”

Ingrid huffed and shook her head in defeat. Tears were slowly running down her cheeks, and Mapi could barely look at her stained face without a wave of guilt crashing over her.

“You deserved so much better than that. I should’ve shown you how amazing you were every day of your life because you are. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I felt like the rest of my life was just waiting to find you, and when I finally did, I felt complete. One look at you, and I was hopelessly in love.”

“So was I. But you gave up, Maria. Did you really care that much if you let go that easily? I waited for you to prove your love, but all I got were empty confessions. I died waiting for it to return to how it was at the start, for those days when you were utterly obsessed with me, but nothing. You said you loved me, but where was the evidence?”

Tears streamed down Ingrid’s face. Mapi’s heart cracked, and she unzipped her pocket, revealing the velvet box. Ingrid gasped as Mapi opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond sitting on top of a silver band.

“It was in my dresser. I wanted to marry you, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But then I got injured, and I chickened out. I wasn’t going to use marriage as something to force you to stay when I knew you’d probably say yes out of obligation because you were tired of waiting for a proposal. That wouldn’t fix our problems.”

“Fuck Maria, it’s perfect. I prayed for some romantic gesture, and all the time you were hiding this?” Ingrid shook her head in disbelief, “I wish I would’ve known.”

“I still love you, princesa. I always will, and I’m sorry I messed up so badly. But I don’t think I can carry on like this, not having you in my life. It’s been torture. I can’t change the past, but I’d be an idiot if I didn’t at least try and get you back. You deserve better than me, but if you can find it in your heart to give me a second chance, I promise you’ll never doubt my love ever again.”

“That’s quite a guarantee,” Ingrid said with a chuckle.

Mapi smiled for the first time that night, “I know, and I wouldn’t be making it if I didn’t believe that I couldn’t keep it. I’m not saying I’ll be perfect, but I know I don’t have to be now. All I want to be is the best partner to you.”

Ingrid sighed, “I love you. I love you more than anything else, but you really hurt me. If we get back together, that’s it. I can’t go through another break-up with you, I can’t take any more sadness.”

Mapi nodded, her eyes pleading. She felt hope again, a slither a light that made her think that Ingrid didn’t hate her.

“But” Ingrid continued, “I’m not ready to give up on our love just yet. Some things are worth fighting for, and I think we are.”

“Think?” Mapi said with a quirk of her eyebrow.

She wanted to make sure Ingrid was certain. If they were going to try again, it wouldn’t be a half-hearted effort or something the Norwegian was doing out of obligation for her past self.

“Know.” Ingrid said firmly, “We are worth fighting for. I’m not saying I can jump straight back in but love like ours only comes around once in a lifetime.”

Mapi breathed a sigh of relief, the Norwegian’s words lifting a weight off her chest.

“That’s fine. I’ll wait for as long as you want, but when you’re ready, I’ll be here. I’ll always be here for you, Ingrid.”

Mapi’s voice was sincere, and she reached out and clasped Ingrid’s hands in hers. They were soft and slightly wet from the condensation on her glass, but they felt like coming home. Ingrid smiled and bit her lip in thought. Her startling green eyes were blurred with tears, but Mapi could sense their cold edges softening, starting to be filled with something akin to affection. The bar was still bustling around them, but in that moment, it was just them again.

Ingrid tilted her head towards the ring, “Don’t wait too long to get that out next time.”

Mapi laughed, “I’m not making that mistake twice.”

She shut the box and placed it back in her pocket. She hoped one day it would sit where it belonged on Ingrid’s ring finger, but until then it would stay in her dresser, a reminder to not lose sight of the most important person in her life again.

“So,” Ingrid said, “How about we start things off with a drink?”

Mapi had barely touched her beer, but she knew the weight of Ingrid’s words. It was the Norwegian’s way of showing that she forgave Mapi, that although things may be strained for a while, the fabric of their relationship was still unchanged. The love was still there, but it just needed to be coaxed out of hiding, slowly revealed to themselves and the world.

The Black Dog waited expectantly after the next match for the door to swing open. They held their breath as Ingrid entered...followed by Mapi. The patrons erupted into cheers as the blushing couple made their way to their seats, now adorned with a little gold plaques, installed by Mapi. It may have only been a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. Their relationship may have changed, but The Black Dog always reminded them of why they fell in love in the first place, and why they shouldn’t take each other for granted. They were the lucky ones, and if the sticky tables taught them anything, it was that you didn’t have to be perfect to be loved.

The Black Dog was their bar; it always had been.

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