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rafesaddiction · 3 months

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It's still not cheating when he's your best friend – Rafe Cameron x Reader (Part 2)

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Summary: You're excited to see your favorite band live. But a fight with your boyfriend threatens to cancel the trip, until someone you don’t expect to see, saves the day: your best friend Rafe Cameron.

Concept: best friend, only nice to her

Warnings: mdni! – smut, fingering, public, (kinda) dubcon, cheating (reader cheats on boyfriend), hints at a toxic relationship, name calling (reader is called slut), protective!rafe

Word count: 3.1k

a/n The past weeks have been really hard for me due to health issues. But I've finally been able to write again. I had fun writing this and I hope you won’t be disappointed reading it. Please let me know your thoughts.

Taglist @dream-pink @dope-trope-105 @rafeinterlude @baby19sthings @yootvi @aaronhotchswife @lilo7sworld

He almost ruined it. For months, you had been looking forward to seeing one of your favorite bands at the beach festival. The day before the concert, your boyfriend told you he didn't want to go and he didn't want you to go either. You had a fight that started over something stupid and ended with him accusing you that you just wanted to go to the festival so you could run around naked and fool around with guys, like the slut you were. You cried when he stormed out and shut your dorm room’s door with a bang. You cried all night.

Your boyfriend was supposed to be the driver. And now on top of all the personal pain you were feeling, you had to explain to your friends that you no longer had a ride to the festival. Neither you nor one of your friends owned a car. You tried to get your parents' car, but they needed it themselves. In the group chat you discussed all kinds of possibilities, until one of your friends wrote that he had organized a car. Everyone cheered at that, and even you, despite of all those tears that kept running down your face, were relieved that you and your friends could make the trip. You not only wanted to see the band play, more important to you was to get out with your friend and forget about the argument you and your boyfriend had.

Your friend also mentioned that the car's owner would join us to the festival, to which everyone naturally agreed and was excited. You even promised to bake cookies for the mysterious hero.

But you didn’t expect it to be him. You could have guessed because that friend also went to high school with you and they had been friends then. Still, it was kind of a shock and you froze when you saw a familiar car on the parking lot next to the dorms. The Cameron family SUV.

You hadn't talked to him since that one night. That one night that should have never happened. That one night that had been the best night of your life. That one night when you had had the best sex of your life with your best friend, Rafe Cameron.

Rafe wasn't much of a texter, but he had texted you. You had written six different replies and never sent one. You had wanted to write him or call him several times. Like last night when your boyfriend had made you cry again. Suddenly you were very aware of how you must look. Your eyes all puffy from the crying.

Rafe was at the back of the car, loading bags into the trunk with the friend who had invited him to this trip.

He hadn't seen you yet, his back was turned towards you, and you were glad about it, because you didn't know what to say, didn't know how to feel. So you were more than relieved when one of your friends arrived shortly after you, pulled you in a hug and decided that you two could already get into the car which was much cooler than standing around in the burning sun, while you could leave it to the guys to load your stuff into the car.

You sat in the middle of the backseat, your friend to your right. She started chatting right away and you felt somewhat relieved that she didn't comment on your boyfriend's absence nor your puffy eyes. Shortly after, the rest of your group arrived, you were six altogether, and luckily the SUV was really comfortable – more comfortable than your boyfriend's old minivan.

Rafe got into the driver's seat, and for a moment, he looked at you through the rearview mirror, before you turned your attention to your friend, as you felt your heart skipping a beat at that moment. You were unsure whether you saw a smile flash over his face, and you didn't dare to look again to check, afraid your face might reveal too much of your inner turmoil.

Though the drive took several hours, time flew by quickly. You had been right. It was good being with your friends and having fun. Everyone was in a good mood, the music was good, there was lively chatting and laughter, there was drinking and snacking, and even stupid car games were played. You might have been a little quieter than usual, but no one seemed to notice – no one except Rafe, who again and again looked at you through the mirror, but never directly spoke to you.

The parking lot of the festival site was already quite full, but Rafe managed to find a good spot for the car. When you got out of the car, you stretched your arms and felt the sun on your skin. It was a very hot day and the car had been nicely air-conditioned. Since it was so hot and the festival was on the beach anyway, your friends and you decided to just wear your bathing suits. You got out of your jeans shorts and shirt, as you were wearing your bikini underneath. You saw Rafe take off his shirt, and one of your guy friends commented that he should put it back on as it would make them all look like total wimps compared to him. There was laughter and Rafe smirked as he casually flexed his chest muscles. It was true. Rafe did look fitter than most guys. It wasn't too much muscles, but he was big and looked strong. Sometimes you thought he looked too good to be real, like a statue of some Greek god… Rafe had caught you staring at him and you quickly averted your gaze, feeling heat crawling to your face.

Since everyone was hungry, your friends and you decided to get some pizza and drinks, and after that more drinks. Everyone was relaxed and had a good time. You smiled a lot – except when you looked at your phone and saw the notifications. Your boyfriend had sent you several texts and voice mails. You didn't open them, you had already seen in the preview window what those texts were about. Obviously he hadn't calmed down. If anything he was even more angry, even more hurtful in his messages.

When looking at the phone, you also saw the time. The band you wanted to see was about to play soon. You asked your friends to go with you closer to the stage, but no one really wanted to move. They said you could hear the music perfectly well from their current spot, besides the booze was here. To that everyone cheered and raised their cups. Everyone but Rafe.

“I’ll go with you.”

“You don't have to. You can stay here, enjoy yourself. I'll just go on my own.”

“Quit that bullshit,” he said and came closer, he had put his cup away. “I'm going with you. So you won't get lost in the crowd. Besides, I know how much you want to see your third favorite band live.”

“You remember,” you gazed up at him, who stood now directly in front of you. You had to shield your eyes since the sun was shining so brightly, but you could definitely see a smile on his lips.

“Of course, I remember,” he said in a low voice, almost whispering and you couldn't help it, you gasped for air.

The smile on his lips turned into a smirk as he continued, “How could I ever forget you dancing to that one song for like all of junior year, hm? You're gonna do that dance again? Wouldn't wanna miss that.”

And he started moving his hips and his arms in a weird clumsy rhythm, imitating what was supposed to be you dancing. It looked ridiculous and you had to laugh.

You punched his shoulder. “Stop that. That's not how I dance.”

He kept on moving in that awkward way and you tried hard to stop laughing – suddenly feeling lighter and more relaxed than you had in weeks – since that night.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and pushed out your lips, pouting, but couldn't fight the giggles, as Rafe tried some elaborate pirouette which caused him to stumble, but he stopped, directly in front of you. All of a sudden he was calm and there was something so soft in his features which you knew he rarely ever showed anyone.

“Let's go,” it was almost a whisper, then he added in a louder voice. “We don't want to miss that song and that dance.”

You punched his chest, your hand almost hurting as it hit the hard muscle – and felt his hot skin. But you let him take your hand and lead you from the group of your friends who were engrossed in some conversation of their own. His strong hand holding yours felt good, it felt right. Rafe was your best friend. He was the one you trusted most, he was the one who made you laugh, no matter what.

Rafe walked towards the stage and tugged you along with him. When there were more and more people around, he pulled you close to his body. Still holding one of your hands, his palm touched your back as he walked behind you, keeping you very close. He made sure you didn't get lost in the crowd. His body shielded you from anyone bumping into you or spilling their drinks on you.

The place got more and more crowded and he had to slow down. You turned your head to look at him.

“This is okay,” you said.

Rafe frowned as he looked at you. “No, it's not. We're going to the front row.”

“No, Rafe, this is totally okay. I can see enough from here.”

His frown deepened. “No, you can't. You're too tiny.”

At that comment you frowned. “I’m not tiny. You're just a giant,” you said and wanted to punch him with your free hand, but you didn't have enough space to move your arm, so you just ended up placing your palm on his chest. Feeling his hard muscle, feeling his hot skin, and his heart beating. He placed his hand on yours and your breathing hitched.

Rafe held you even tighter to his body as he proceeded to walk to the stage. His strong arms held you, protected you. And despite all these people around you, you only felt him, his presence, his closeness, all around you. Your skin tingled where it touched his, and that tingling grew stronger and became something else. Something that went so much deeper. And you felt a too familiar pulsing in your core.

Some people complained and pushed and shoved, but one look at Rafe’s face and stature and they made room for you and him. He really managed to secure a spot in the front row for you, right in the middle and you got the perfect view of the stage, standing directly behind the first barrier. Only a few feet of empty space separated you from the stage. Rafe was standing directly behind you, his hands to both sides of you, resting on the rail, his arms caging you in – shielding you.

You wanted to turn and thank him, but in that moment the band entered the stage and started playing their first song. You were captivated by their performance and the great atmosphere their music created. There was cheering, singing, dancing all around you. People were pushing and shoving, but you only felt a fraction of that as Rafe's body pressed closer to yours. He was shielding you from all the crowd's wilder movements, while you could enjoy being part of this experience safely.

You even danced a bit, your back rubbing against Rafe's front. When you craned your neck to look back at him, you saw him grin. And you felt a grin on your own face.

The set list was great too. They played all your favorite songs and the lead singer managed to put some kind of spell on the audience when they played a couple of slower songs. Or that spell was just on you, and not caused by the singer, but by something or someone else.

You leaned back a little, your head resting against Rafe's broad chest, feeling his heart beat. You closed your eyes and your hips swayed to the slow rhythm of the song. Your skin touched his skin. And you didn't mind the thin film of sweat covering his body from the heat of the bright sun and the crowded place. You smelled his scent so intensely, it made you almost forget where you were. It just made you feel.

Your eyes opened, your upper body leaned forward, resting your arms on the barrier. You watched the singer putting all his emotions into each and every note. Goosebumps crawled over your skin. But it wasn't from the singer's raspy voice. Rafe's hand touched your hip. Your back arched a little as your butt was pushed back. You gasped. Rafe's hand rubbed over your butt cheek, you felt the rough palm, the long fingers, the cool metal of his ring on your skin. The touch was light, too light, too gentle, too soft. Your mouth opened, but all sounds were drowned by the music and the noise of the people.

His fingertips, just his fingertips, tenderly touched the back of your thigh, moved to the inside of your leg. They moved up and one finger rubbed over the fabric of your bikini bottoms. It was like scratching and you flinched, but that didn't make him withdraw his hand. Instead, the finger pushed harder, pushed to part your folds, pushed to tease you, while the layer of clothes still was between you and his digit.

You felt heat rushing through your body, neither caused by the sun nor by the heat of the people moving around you. You did not perceive any of them. You just felt him, while your eyes were directed at the band on stage performing their emotional song.

Rafe’s finger moved along your slit with pressure. Through your bikini panties his fingertip was able to find your most sensitive spot at once and he began teasing it mercilessly. No one heard it, but you were sure, Rafe felt that you were moaning. You felt a growing need that threatened to take over all your senses. As if he knew that, felt that, perceived that, Rafe pushed the fabric aside – tantalizingly slow. And his fingers found you wet and yearning for his touch. A mewling sound escaped your lips as a finger pushed inside you. You felt your walls clench around the digit. And you felt Rafe tense behind you and you were sure you heard a groan.

The song had changed, you only now realized, its rhythm was faster, wilder. And so was Rafe's touch. His finger thrust into you, stretching your tightness, pushing deep, making you squirm. Your hands gripping the metal of the barrier for support. Your legs started shaking as Rafe added a second finger and began fucking you with his digits. He curled them inside you and your head went back to your neck as you moaned shamelessly. He pulled his fingers out completely, just to push them into you even deeper. Again and again.

The song grew louder, harder, fiercer – and so did his finger-fucking you. Your body trembled, your voice was hoarse and you were whining now. He pushed you further and further, closer and closer to the edge.

Then, all of a sudden, he leaned over you – maybe he was pushed by the crowd jumping about, maybe he needed to feel you closer too – and you could feel his hardness press against your back. You pressed your eyes shut as your climax hit you, hit you hard. The wave swept you away and carried you to another place, where all you did was feel, feel this, feel him.

His fingers fucked you through your orgasm. He had wrapped his arm around you, was holding you close to his body, and thus was also keeping you from falling, since your legs were shaking and you feared you no longer could trust them to support you.

Slowly he pulled his fingers out. And even though you still felt echoes of your high, this also left a feeling of emptiness inside you. A longing that was always there if he wasn't inside you.

You felt his breath close to your ear and heard him say something, but the music drowned his words. You turned your head, looking at him with hooded eyes and saw him lick his fingers.

The rest of the concert felt like in a haze. Rafe kept his arm around you, holding you close, while you watched the band play but could only listen to his heart beat, as your body was still shivering.

When the show ended, people started moving and Rafe took a step back to give you room to turn around to him.

“Thirsty?” he asked you, and you just nodded, not trusting your voice.

His hand on your back, Rafe guided you through the crowd back to your friends, and you had to admit to yourself that you wouldn't have found them on your own.

Rafe ordered something to drink for you at the nearby bar while you stood with your friends. One of them commented that you were glowing and that you looked totally blissed out. You touched your cheek and felt the heat, and felt that smile on your face. She asked if the show had been that good and you replied that it had been amazing. Your voice was hoarse and she suspected it was from you singing along with the band so loudly all the time. You didn't comment on that, just felt another wave of heat going through your body. As you turned, your eyes met Rafe's. A little smirk on his lips as he put a cup into your hand and took a swig out of his own.

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luminalunii97 · 1 year

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I've seen non Iranians admiring the Islamic Republic national football team for not singing the national anthem. And then they were confused as to why iranians were happy that the team lost. Yes not singing the anthem might have consequences for them, but it won't change the fact that these people went to visit Raisi, the Islamic Republic president and bowed to him, posed happily for pictures while we were dealing with Kiam Pirfalak news, and said they don't care about politics and what's going on Iran in an interview, stating that they will focus on the game only. Not singing the anthem is nothing in comparison. And you might think they were under pressure. So were other athletes in Iran, let's see what they did:

Picture on the right is Elnaz Rekabi, an Iranian rock climber who was the first athlete to take off her hijab during Mahsa Amini protests to show her solidarity with people. She's currently under house arrest. she wasn't the first Iranian woman ever doing that. On the left, that's Shohreh Bayat, her story is so sad.

In many interviews I've seen of her, she always cries when she says her story. She was to referee the final of the Women's World Chess Championship a couple of years ago. While in another country she decided to wear her hijab loosely in an act of rebellion. She got warning from Islamic Republic twice and everytime she made it worse. She was asked to apologize but she refused, saying that she wouldn't apologize for what she believes in. At last, even though she wasn't ready to leave everything behind and start from scratch in a foreign country, she decided to ditch the compulsory hijab completely and never come back to Iran, because her life would be in danger if she did. Because of her choice she can't come back to visit her family anymore. her family supported her which made the authorities to force her father to resign (her father was the president of chess association in Gilan, Iran).

Then we had Iranian national beach soccer team. I think they were the first group who refused to sing Islamic republic national anthem. And after they got threatened to sing the anthem, they did something even more iconic. One of the players cut his imaginary hair after he scored.

Then we had these two scenes after scoring. They were recreating an inhuman thing Islamic republic did. The guy on the right is Khodanoor Lajei. He was murdered on bloody Friday in Zahedan. He was a Baloch guy. I'm going to post about Balochs and the thing that's been done to them by Islamic republic in details. For now know that this guy got killed in protests but this picture of him is for a couple of months back. He insulted a Basiji guy or something, Islamic republic police chained him to a pole in the middle of the city to make him an example for others, after beating him. When he asked for water they brought him a cup but they put it out of his reach in front of him and laughed at his thirst. (You see why we hate Islamic Republic, IRGC and Basij?!) The picture got out only after his death because Baloch people didn't think the rest of Iran would care about them enough to react. That broke my heart unspeakably much.

With so much bravery, our national girl's basketball team has been posting photos without mandatory hijab ever since the protests have begun.

Last but not least, Parmida Ghasemi, iranian archer ditching mandatory hijab inside of iran. She took it out for receiving the prize and while she was being photographed.

(Btw, non of these women "forgot" their hijab accidentally. If you're iranian you learn to never forget your hijab since you're 7, the age you start school. Without a formal head wearing you won't be allowed to attend school classes. When you grow up with it, you'll get used to it. You have no idea how weird it feels to not wear a veil in public, I'm still getting used to it.)

we've witnessed many iconic brave moves by our athletes but non of them said we don't give a shit about what's happening in Iran before the game. I'm not saying they won't be redeemed one day, I'm just saying they should work to win their respect back.

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robthegoodfellow · 21 days

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I'm Glad My Dad Died

mungrove | slightly expanded version of fic written for @strangerthingscharityzine | ao3

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Billy had a secret: he was glad his dad was dead. So glad that even when his mom sold their house in Ocean Beach and moved them to Hawkins, Indiana, uprooting him from his friends and the sea and everything Billy loved, he still wouldn’t go back to the way things were. Given the options—California, dad alive; or Indiana, dad dead—he’d pick the second every time.

He would, even though Hawkins was its own hell. Learned the hard way that among prepubescent country bumpkins, embroidered roses on your shirt and hair like Shirley Temple bought you a one-way ticket to Loserville.

It was the fall of 1979. Disco was dying and former flower children were gearing up to vote for Reagan. Kumbaya over, time to make America great again.

So, yeah—sixth grade sucked, but stuff at home was world’s better. They were living with Aunt Doris—because San Diego was too expensive, his mom said, and wouldn’t it be nice to get a fresh start?

Mom was really into the whole fresh start thing—which Billy suspected was fueled by guilt and determination to be the kind of mother she hadn’t been before. And… he appreciated that. He did.

But—he wished she would stop? Put down the pen, step away from the extracurricular sign-up sheets.

Because if the outfit put a target on his back, swim team aimed the bow, and band fired the arrow.

You’ll miss the water, honey. And you love music!

She wasn’t wrong. He did love those things—but not enough to willingly wear a Speedo in public or blunder through some Beethoven on the flute. Also in public.

Oh—why the flute? Because she’d fed him a steady diet of hippie tunes from the cradle and knew how much he dug Jethro Tull. Perfectly reasonable explanation—his peers would definitely understand.

Here lies Billy Hargrove, innocent victim of social homicide.

The bullying was relentless, but Billy figured he could take it. No middle school bully could come close to the one he’d lived with all his life.

You know, the one he was glad was dead.

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Billy hadn’t wanted to attend the talent show, but Mom insisted it was important to support his friends. By which she meant her friends—women she’d been palling around with who had kids in said show.

Kids she’d been aggressively arranging playdates with like Billy was five.

Patrick’s talent was making twenty free-throw shots in a row. Robin’s was singing “This Land is Your Land” in four different languages. His mom and Mrs. Buckley had laughed about keeping the less than patriotic lyrics, assuming the Spanish rendition would fly over people’s heads.

Billy felt bad even thinking it, but he did wonder if his mom pushing these particular friends at him was part of her fresh start campaign.

Pat was black. Robin was a girl. And his dad had a habit of muttering snide remarks about anyone who wasn’t a WASP packing a sizable stinger—who wasn’t a clone of Neil Hargrove, basically.

And look, Pat and Robin were—fine. But he knew and they knew that they were only hanging out because their moms wanted them to, which was awkward as hell. Made his palms sweat whenever they were together or whenever they said hi at school despite him being a fairy freak according to kids whose opinions mattered.

They were nice, but it felt like pity. Embarrassing in a way that made him shrivel up inside.

So he wasn’t in the best mood, slumped in the auditorium between his mother and Doris, praying no one pelted him with shit from behind. Mom felt crappy enough about all those years with Neil—Billy didn’t need her kicking herself for scooping him out of the fire and into a frying pan.

Pat set a record—28 in a row—and Billy clapped. Robin sang her song wearing a daisy crown, and Billy clapped. Dully, he watched as stagehands set up the next act, hauling out a drum kit.

Gareth, this shrimpy sixth grader, sat at the drums. Then an eighth grader came out, followed by a couple kids in seventh, the former bearing an electric guitar, one of the latter a bass. The guitarist waved, leaned into the mic—skinny guy with a buzzcut, eyes big and dark as an alien.

We are Corroded Coffin—paused as a contingent of the audience went nuts—and this song is called Paranoid.

In the next row, a kid whispered, excited: Think they’ll make Coleman pull the plug again?

Gareth banged his drumsticks, counting them off.

The opening riffs were like nothing Billy had heard before—this grind of chords that rattled teeth, thrummed in the chest. He straightened, compelled forward, a fishing line hooked deep.

Buzzcut was bent over the strings so low that all you could see was the top of his head, a fuzzy cue ball. Then Gareth kicked in, and the front man wailed the first verse, this nasal staccato, sort of speak-singing.

Billy scrambled to decipher the rapidfire—caught bits of the first verses. Then the bridge begged for help, and the rest landed loud and clear.

I need someone to show me The things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make true happiness I must be blind

The words were meant for him—just for Billy. It’s me. The guitarist leapt, plunged into a driving solo. The song’s about me.

Make a joke and I will sigh And you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel And love to me is so unreal

Helpless, Billy turned to his mom, who grinned, whispering they’re great, aren’t they? He could only nod, swinging back to the guitarist, riveted until the final blaring note.

For Christmas, Billy unwrapped the smallest package under the tree—a cassette. It was all he’d asked for: Black Sabbath’s greatest hits album.

Because that night of the talent show, he sold his soul for rock n’ roll.

More specifically, for heavy metal.

More secretly, for the boy with the big brown eyes.

Eddie, he’d found out at school the next day, gossip overheard at lunch. The boy was Eddie.

Eddie Munson.

And whenever Billy caught a glimpse of him, the rest of that year, he thrummed like an electric guitar.

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Unfortunately, his passion for headbanging and powerchords did not meaningfully improve the remainder of middle school, and by the time he walked the stage at eighth grade graduation, Billy resolved to make a change—give himself a fresh start on his terms.

First, he mowed endless lawns and bought a new wardrobe: bootcut jeans with matching boots, which lent him some height and a certain swagger; button downs in dark colors worn open to his sternum and white tees like the crew from Outsiders; a bitchin’ leather jacket.

His hair had progressed from Shirley Temple to Farrah Fawcett, so he trotted to the barber for a Bon Jovi bi-level. Almost chickened out at the mall when he got his ear pierced, but loved the way the earring swung from his left lobe… though the right would’ve been more accurate.

He quit band and swim. Thought maybe he’d try basketball instead, and enlisted Pat to help him practice.

They were actual buddies by then.

Lastly, he took up smoking. Marlboro Reds, because they were badass. Soldiered through the pack all summer, suppressing a gag on every pull till he was puffing like a chimney.

August before ninth grade, Pat’s brother let them tag along to a party at the quarry; if Billy got in good with upperclassmen, it could pave the way to social acceptance—maybe even… popularity?

Total pipe dream, but then… it worked.

That night was one for the record books: first time smoking dope, shot-gunning a beer… first time a girl went down on him.

First time he’d seen Eddie in two years. Wouldn’t even have recognized him, except the eyes hadn’t changed. Eddie was a junior and looked it: taller, wild dark hair to his shoulders, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. He made a brief appearance and vanished—there to sell some supply, not socialize.

Billy wished he’d stayed. Admitted then what he was most excited about for high school: the chance to see Eddie Munson again.

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Ironically, the object of Billy’s obsession had suffered a fall from grace in the transition to the big leagues: swirling rumors swore he was a Satan-worshiping anarchist and a burnout to boot. A weirdo who played geeky games with his loser friends.

Except—unlike Billy, Eddie didn’t give a fuck. While Billy strutted around vaguely unsettled, ill at ease with his costume, this immersive performance for the foreseeable future, Eddie had unveiled his freak flag—reveled in it, let it fly.

Regret gnawed at him, grew in Billy’s gut—knew if he were a little braver, he could trash this cool kid stuff and…

End of Eddie’s senior year, Billy was sick at heart. Knew he’d missed his shot.

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So imagine his confusion, surprise—his hidden euphoric delight—when Billy spotted that dark mop atop a wiry frame loping across the parking lot on the first day of eleventh grade.

Eddie should have graduated, but for whatever reason… hadn’t.

Thus, a new resolution: seize this chance. Be Eddie’s friend.

By second semester, Billy had worked his way up to casual chit chat and also, incidentally, was a raging pothead—so much so that his mother was worried, and she had spent the 60s stoned out of her gourd.

Let him experiment, Doris advised, winking at Billy over dinner. His grades are fine. What’s the harm?

The following evening, Doris showed him her special cookies stashed in the freezer, cautioning him to only ever take one bite and be patient. Billy asked if he could give one to his friend.

Top tier moment, right up there with Dad dying. Eddie’s eyes lit up all starry, demanded Billy come hang so they could make like Keebler—try the old elfin magic—and Billy was blessed to learn that Loaded Eddie = Handsy Eddie.

Blessed and cursed, because Eddie learned that Blazed Billy = Honest Billy. Tell me a secret, Eddie said, tickling. Tell me a secret.

Nothing happened. Eddie was just… affectionate. Bit of a snuggler. Who now knew he was the reason Billy was such a metalhead.

And that Billy was glad—about his dad.

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Eddie was held back again, and suddenly math and history were Billy’s favorite classes because Eddie sat next to him in the back row. Seemed to do decently with Billy there egging him on.

Thus, his final resolution: graduate with Eddie. Drag him across the finish line if necessary. Billy held study sessions he didn’t need at the library after school, invited Eddie to join—and Eddie did.

Eddie invited Billy to come see his band play at a local bar on Tuesdays—and Billy did.

Tell me a secret, Eddie said one weekend, when they were sharing a bowl, and Billy snorted, gazed into bloodshot eyes. Glad you got held back. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be doing this. Eddie smirked, soft. Getting high? Billy laughed. Hanging out.

Billy turned eighteen that March, and the Buckleys and McKinneys came over to celebrate, as usual. Unusual was the doorbell as they were about to eat, Eddie and Wayne trooping in, sorry for being late.

Robin picked up on something that night—cornered him in the bathroom. Are you and Eddie…? Billy went tight, and she rushed to reassure. It’s okay if you are. I am, too. So Billy breathed, calmed. I am. I dunno if he is. Robin arched her brow. From where I’m sitting, odds are good.

Billy spent weeks yanking hope by the roots.

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Come May, they walked in green cap and gown—hugged in the milling crowd, Eddie cackling wet in his ear, a clinging koala. Didn’t think I could do it.

Billy brought him along to Robin’s graduation party. In the backyard, her old childhood treehouse beckoned, and they heeded the call.

Tell me a secret, Eddie said, sitting back against mossy boards. They weren’t even high. He flicked Billy’s earring—set his heart swinging. That should be on the other side, Billy said, and stared until Eddie flushed red, understood. I got a secret, he said, and Billy didn’t dare to know but did.

Eddie said it: I’ve wanted to kiss you all year.

A click as Billy swallowed, bone dry. Then do it.

And Eddie did.

.🌱.💀.🌱.

#mungrove #when characters meet as kids you know the drill #apologies to jennette mccurdy #eddie munson #billy hargrove #guest appearances from billy's mom robin buckley and pat mckinney

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DEAD GIRL’S BEACH࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO

TWO — beachy dreams

“he had trauma stemming from childhood. abandonment issues? currently unsure. he says he has a house on the beach. rich? 100% sure. lol would he adopt me if I ask?” — MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I

chapter summary: Maya finds herself at Chifuyu's place with his rowdy friends before hitting the club and she's drawn into flirtatious exchanges with a mysterious club owner. Tensions arise when a revelation links Maya's work to her social circle. Izana gives her an intriguing invitation.

chapter warnings: mentions of body image, clubbing, alcohol use, intoxication, mentions/implications of forced prostitution, mentions of gang violence, inaccurate depictions of psychiatric hospitals, f!oc with zero self preservation skills

word count: 4764

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"didn't know you were keeping this pretty lady to yourself Chifuyu! How cruel" One of Chifuyu's friends, Mitsyua Takashi, says with a soft croon

It's 7 pm and Maya's just reached Chifuyu's place due to a change of plans. Originally it was supposed to be her and him going to some restaurant to catch up but Chifuyu's friends from middle school had also been pestering him to meet up which resulted in Chifuyu changing plans last minute and bringing Maya to his place to pre-game before going to a club. Chifuyu had picked her up from her apartment and brought her to his apartment where his friends had already come inside due to having the code for his door. "Mitsuya-kun, she's 6 years younger than you" Chifuyu hisses at Mitsuya, hiding Maya behind him

Maya felt her cheeks tinge pink at the attention she was suddenly receiving from all the people in Chifuyu's apartment. There were so many people there and she kind of hated Chifuyu for not warning her earlier. There were mostly only guys here and 2 other girls. Everyone was dressed in typical club attire. Maya herself was in a matching set, a lilac mini skirt and a matching crop top in the same colour. The crop top had a spaghetti v-neck line and was slightly cinched in the center. It was backless, held together by a button she had taken around 10 minutes to do by herself. Both pieces clung to her skin, accentuating her thin body and even somehow making her lack of boobs look bigger. Slightly that is(Maya unfortunately wasn't blessed in that area). The fabric of both pieces were slightly sparkly and she had done matching makeup with it and wore platform heels and a leather jacket on top and two diamond studs in her ears. Of course, she couldn't forget the two necklaces she was wearing. One was a gold oval pendant with a delicate border and the outline of a daffodil flower in the center of it. The second necklace, also gold, was a small butterfly pendant. Maya never exactly took these necklaces off. Yes, she was supposed to remove her jewellery for her job but Sunshine Grove was surprisingly lenient. But still, she always kept her necklaces tucked underneath her shirt and only ever wore stud earrings or none at all at work. "Oh well—"

"Oh my you're so cute" Maya feels her face being grabbed "Matsuno, where have you been hiding her!?"

Maya comes back to face with a tall girl with ginger hair and brown eyes. "Guys please stop scaring her and embarrassing me" Chifuyu grumbles in annoyance at his friends, pulling Maya out of the tall girl's grasp

Maya turned bright red and shifted on her feet, unsure of what to say in front of so many people who were clearly older. "This is Kaneko Maya. 5 and 6 years younger than all of us" Chifuyu says "stop scaring her I swear to god"

Maya waves nervously and the room gets quiet for a moment. She shifts. Oh man, this was a bad idea. She should have just told Chifuyu that they could reschedule but her damn lovesick brain just accepted the offer of going with him and his friends. What felt like hours to Maya was a mere few seconds to everyone else and they all started introducing themselves to her. Well, all except for the ginger-haired girl, Shiba Yuzuha's, younger but very tall model brother, Shiba Hakkai(he's apparently afraid of women). Maya doesn't usually drink much. So as the rest of them around her are taking a few shots, she sits on the sofa next to Tachibana Hinata who just doesn't drink at all. Maya can't help but notice the four leaf clover necklace she was wearing. "So when did you and Chifuyu-kun meet?" Hinata asks

Hinata seemed sweet. Like too sweet. Like an angel from fucking heaven. "uh... When I was in middle school... Like 7th grade"

Then comes Hanemiya Kazutora who leisurely takes a seat in front of both of them on the coffee table. Kazutora was Chifuyu's roommate and really the only other person Maya knew here. Maya knew about how Kazutora went to jail in his youth and got out recently but she didn't ask for what. "so how's your job with the crazy people doin' Maya?" Kazutora asks with a grin and Hinata gives Maya a confused look

Maya laughs nervously. "Uh... I'm a psychiatrist... I work at a psychiatric hospital"

"Oh wow... Must be hard work" Hinata says with a smile "That's great that you got hired this young. I heard hospitals rarely hire people fresh out of university"

Maya nods. "Yeah got rejected by everyone at first and ended up at this shitty psychiatric hospital, Sunshine Grove, just outside of Tokyo. They pay well but the place is scary"

"Sunshine Grove, huh" Kazutora says slowly as if trying to remember where he heard the name of the hospital

But Kazutora's thoughts are cut off by Draken, a super tall intimidating guy with a dragon tattoo on the side of his head, calling them and telling them it is time for them to leave. The room is filled with hooting from the boys. Maya can't help but laugh a bit. Chifuyu's friends were nice. "Come on Maya, we're gonna have so much fun tonight" Yuzuha says pulling her off the couch

They make it to the club not too long later. Maya is linking arms with Hinata and holding hands with Yuzuha. The lineup is pretty big and Maya wonders how long it will take for them to get in. But to her surprise, the boys are all walking straight up to the entrance. "Huh? shouldn't we get in line?" Maya asks Hinata

Hinata and Yuzuha look at each other for a moment then at Maya. "ah~ the boys know the owners" Hinata explains "we always come here since it's the safest out of all the ones they own"

Hinata's words raise a few red flags in Maya's head. Safest out of all the ones they own? What did that even mean? "a friend's I'm assuming" Maya says as they reach the bouncer

Yuzuha scoffs. "Please, the last thing any of them would call each other is friend"

That concerns Maya even more. If they weren't even friends, why the fuck were they here. They make it to the front of the line and instantly the bouncer starts letting them in but stops Maya. "Hey, she's with us too" Mitsuya says lowly and Chifuyu looks pissed now

The bouncer scoffs. "I know you guys are special guests of the Haitanis but I'm sure they wouldn't want a minor in the club either. ID"

Maya feels embarrassed by this. She pulls her phone out of the inside pocket of her leather jacket, takes her ID out of her case, and hands it to the bouncer. "Birth year?" The bouncer asks

Her cheeks burn in embarrassment as all of Chifuyu's friends watch the entire thing play out. "1996" She squeaks out

The bouncer looks between her and the ID card a few times then gives it back to her and lets her in. "Oh god that was embarrassing" Maya whimpers to Chifuyu who now has an arm around her shoulder, guiding her through the club up to the VIP section

"It's fine Maya" Chifuyu says with a laugh into her ear over the loud music "Can't control how young you look"

Her heart beats faster when she feels Chifuyu's breath against her skin. He guides her to sit in the VIP booth and then slides in next to her. His arm goes around her shoulders once again as he talks to his friends. Maya feels her face go pink. Thankfully the lights are dim and no one could tell. "let's go get the ladies some shots" Mitsuya says and drags Hakkai and Draken with him

"Fuck I have a feeling all of us are gonna black out tonight" Kazutora says with a laugh

The music is more muffled in the VIP section. Maya wonders if it's because of the connection Chifuyu and his friends have with the owners that they're able to be here. Honestly speaking, despite having known Chifuyu for so long, she's never been to the club with him. It was usually only restaurants, cafes, parks and just fun places like that. This was the first time Maya was out clubbing with Chifuyu. "You okay?" Chifuyu murmurs into her ear, her breath brushing against her skin

Maya's heart beats faster at the feeling and she suppresses a shiver. Chifuyu's arm around her shoulder tightens and he pulls her a bit tighter into his side. "listen, anything happens tonight, you're not feeling well, something does something, everyone is here for you. Not just me, okay?" He says and Maya almost flinches when she feels his lips brush against her ear "Understand"

She almost can't respond. "Y-Yeah... I understand"

Chifuyu is probably tipsy because he kisses her cheek and turns around to talk to Kazutora. Maya sits there stunned and if it weren't for the flashing neon lights, everyone would see how flushed her face was. She lets out a shuddery breath and gulps, hoping no one saw that. Thankfully everyone was too tipsy to actually notice and soon after Mitsuya, Draken and Hakkai bring more shots, they drink some more and everyone is drunk. Everyone except Draken and Mitsuya who were apparently the designated drivers for tonight. Jun thinks she's drunk, somewhat. She stumbles off the dance floor away from Hinata and Yuzuha to the bar where the music wasn't as louder. Everyone was scattered around, talking to girls or whoever. She's drunk out of her mind at this point and just one more drink away from blacking out. Just as she's about to call the bartender over, someone stands beside her. "haven't seen you before" someone says,

Maya looks up and sees a very tall guy. His hair is short, coloured purple and black. His skin is pale and his eyes are lilac. Woah he was handsome. "I doubt you could keep track of who comes and goes unless you're here every day" Maya tells him with a smile

The man chuckles. "This is my club sweetheart, I know who comes and goes"

Maya giggles drunkenly, too far gone to remember that Hinata and Yuzuha said the boys weren't that good of friends with the club owner. "Really? You're rich?" she asks and leans in closer

The man sighs and leans in closer as well, with a tentative finger brushing one of her wavy locks behind her ear. "All pretty girls are gold diggers huh?" he says it more to himself than to her

Maya pouts. "'m not a gold digger" She pokes his arms and has to tilt her head back to look at him despite wearing heels "I have student loans and need to pay them off y'know"

The man starts to laugh and he drapes an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in closer. Maya stumbles forward and he catches her against his chest. "I like honest girls..." He murmurs sweetly, sounding like he was crooning

Maya finds herself attracted to the club owner. Not just because of his money but he was definitely very charismatic. Her hands somehow find their way up, hooking her fingers into the belt loops of his pants and he smiles, seemingly satisfied by her action. His free hand comes up and cups her cheek, brushing his thumb against her cheekbone in a gentle affectionate manner. The same way she wanted Chifuyu to touch her. Maya's expression turns sour at the thought of her unrequited love and she turns away from the club owner. "Hey, what's wrong sweetheart?" he asks, holding her cheek again to make her face him "thought we were having a moment"

"Need a drink..." Maya says with a frown as the man keeps his arm tightly around her shoulder

He presses her into his side and chuckles. "yeesh, I know that look" he says and asks the bartender to make her a drink, on the house apparently

Maya looks up at the man and sees he's already looking at her. "So what's your name pretty lady?" He asks

"Maya" She answers, not smiling anymore

She needed more alcohol before she could smile again. The man, however, grins. He's charming and clearly doesn't mind Maya's mood swings. "Haitani Ran, owner of this as you already know"

Maya had a feeling she had heard this guy's name somewhere. She couldn't put her finger on it. But the bartender puts her drink in front of her so she doesn't think about it anymore and basically chugs it. Ran then decides to order shots and Maya might as well be blackout drunk at this point. But at least she wasn't thinking about Chifuyu anymore. "so cute, hm" Ran says pressing her into his side

His skin was warm and despite how sweaty the club was now, Maya couldn't help but like it. Ran smelled really good too. Like that expensive cologne she smelled at Sephora the other day when she went shopping with Chifuyu. Jo Malone if she remembered correctly. "You've got this lovesick look in your eyes" Ran says as he holds her cheek in one hand, making her tilt her head back so she is looking right at him

(Eye contact was important for Haitani Ran. It was the way into a woman's heart after all.)

"I do?" she mumbles drunkenly, practically leaning into Ran at this point who didn't mind, holding her up against his side

"Yeah, someone break your heart?" Ran's tone is condescending but also holds a sense of curiosity in it

Maya groans. "Not yet" she pouts, her words starting to slur together "he doesn't like me back... Haven't confessed to him 'cause I know he doesn't like me... Says 'm too young for 'im"

She feels dumb dumping all her feelings to a stranger but she's far too intoxicated to care. There was no harm done anyway. "poor little girl" Haitani Ran coos, his tone almost mocking as he runs a hand through her hair "I guess he's missing out on the fun of younger girls, hm..."

He sounds dangerous. Scary. Had Maya been sober she would have run far away from Haitani Ran the moment he came up to her. But with the mixture of the alcohol and her lovelorn state, it was hard to really get a grasp on reality and the dangers of this situation. "younger girls are adorable and real needy" Ran murmured, looking down at her "You sure are needy"

Maya wanted to retort, say something back but she finds herself getting a bit lost in her own head trying to come up with a response to him. She just stares up at him until she's suddenly ripped out of Ran's arms. "Hands off Haitani" A familiar voice warns as her back is now pressed against someone's chest

Maya looks down at her waist where a strong arm is tightly wrapped around her and she faintly recognizes Mitsuya's rings and watch. "Oh, this one of yours Mitsuya?" Ran says with a chuckle "C'mon don't be greedy. Was just havin' some fun"

She feels Mitsuya hold her tighter and Maya's knees feel weak so she leans back against him. "We all know what your version of fun is. Take videos and use them till they're dead. Leave her alone" Mitsuya says angrily

Maya can't see Mitsuya's face but she can assume he's probably pissed as hell. "What's going on?" she slurs, turning her head back to look at Mitsuya

Mistuya and Ran are having a staring contest— Mitsuya looking pissed off and Ran just smiling like nothing is wrong. Maya on the other hand is too drunk to really care. Mitsuya is pissed off and Maya is admiring how hot he looks angry like an absolute idiot. Were all of Chifuyu's friends this hot? She sighs dreamily, admiring the way Mitsuya's neck tensed when he got angry. God-fuckin-damn. "stay away from her Haitani" Mitsuya hisses

Ran only laughs. "You're not a part of Toman anymore Mitsuya, I have no need to listen to you" He walks closer to them and leans down so he's on eye level with Maya "We've only kept our hands off Shiba and Tachibana out of respect for Mikey and Kisaki and for the sake of old times... Else—"

"Shut up" Mitsuya says before Ran can say anything else and looks down at Maya, hoping she is too drunk to remember any of this

Chifuyu had explicitly told all of them he didn't want Maya to they used to be a part of Tokyo Manji Gang and Mitsuya wanted to respect his wishes. "Not her" Mitsuya says and it's not up for discussion

Mitsuya drags her back to the booth and makes her sit down. He's standing over her, holding her face in his hands checking for injuries or something. Maya doesn't know. Mitsuya's cold hands just feel really good to her heated skin right now. "You sure have a thing for attracting dangerous people, hm?" Mitsuya says with a laugh, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear

Maya just stares up at Mitsuya, openly admiring him now and he laughs. "fuck you're cute" He coos and ruffles her hair like she's a little kid

Maya doesn't really remember what happens after that. She was up with a pounding headache in Chifuyu's room, lying in between Yuzuha and Hinata who were snoring away. They were both still in their outfits from last night as well as Maya. But she had a familiar zip-up hoodie over her two-piece outfit. Chifuyu's grey hoodie sits on her shoulders and Maya's heart flutters. Had she not been feeling like absolute shit, she would have been squealing and kicking her legs like a middle school girl. But Yuzuha and Hinata were still sleeping so she kept herself quiet. She carefully gets off the bed, trying her best not to wake the other girls and picks her purse off Chifuyu's bedside table and heads to the bathroom connected to the room. She closes the door and turns on the light and gasp seeing her face. Her mascara was running down her cheeks like she'd cried and her lipstick was smudged. Maya shudders at the thought of all of Chifuyu's hot friends(and Chifuyu himself) having seen her like this and pulls out makeup wipes from her purse. It was a good thing she kept makeup wipes, moisturizer and things like that in her purse. Thank god for Sephora and other brands selling mini versions of their products. Once Maya gets her face clean and fixes her hair she leaves the bathroom and picks her phone up from the bedside table, leaving her purse there instead. As expected, her phone was dead. She puts it on charge and sighs. Yuzuha and Hinata were still dead asleep. The digital clock in Chifuyu's room shows it was 10:45 am. Maya zips up the hoodie about half way and heads out of the room silently so she didn't wake the other girls up. As she heads for the kitchen, she hears voices.

"Haitani is a fucking bitch" That was Draken

"Did he try anything?" Now Chifuyu

"She was too drunk to tell me anything but I don't think so" Next Mitsuya

Huh? What were they talking about?

"All that matters is that she's alright" Now that was a new voice

Maya pulls down the end of her mini-skirt and walks over to the kitchen. Immediately their conversation stops. The boys all look at each other nervously and before Maya could say anything, Mitsuya speaks up first. "Good morning Maya, I made soup. You probably feel like shit"

Maya just nods and looks at the newcomer who was wearing a suit and looks slightly awkward right now. "Oh yeah uh... this is Tachibana Naoto, Hina-chan's younger brother" Chifuyu says "and Naoto this is Kaneko Maya"

They both greet each other and Maya takes a seat at the dining table next to Kazutora who looks like he doesn't want to be up right now, his duel coloured hair sticking up in multiple directions. As Maya looked over at the couch she could see Hakkai knocked out, snoring away, sleeping in a somewhat uncomfortable-looking position. As Maya slowly sips the soup Chifuyu starts talking about what Naoto does. "He's a detective. Handling the Tokyo Manji Gang case right now" Chifuyu says with a grin

Maya nods. "Oh that's cool. I'm a psychiatrist"

Naoto seems genuinely interested. "Really? Where do you work?"

"Sunshine Grove. It's like outside the city—"

"Sunshine Grove?" Naoto's voice completely changes "You work at Sunshine Grove?"

Maya nods slowly. "Yeah..."

Naoto looks worried and that makes the rest of the boys worried as well. "Why what's wrong?" Draken asks the detective

Naoto shakes his head. "Uh... Insider info. I found out Toman's number 3 is possibly admitted in there for cocaine addiction"

Maya raises a brow. Now that was news. She had no idea someone like that was admitted to Sunshine Grove. "Wait seriously?" Kazutora is wide awake now and the rest of them have dark expressions on their faces

"Apparently," Naoto says "It's not confirmed but, it's what my sources say"

They all look toward Maya as she's drinking her soup. Her eyes widen realizing they were expecting an answer from her. "O-Oh... I wouldn't know. I don't work with the patients who are there for addiction. That's second floor, I work fourth floor with the criminals"

Mitsuya starts to laugh while Chifuyu groans. "C'mon I thought I told you to tell them to switch you to another floor" He complains

Maya only pouts. "4th floor makes more money"

Mitsuya laughs even harder at that. "see I told you. She just attracts bad people"

"Do not!"

Later when Hinata and Yuzuha wake up, Naoto insists on exchanging numbers with Maya. "I know there is this whole doctor-patient confidentiality thing and I won't push it... But um... If there is ever anything wrong, please tell me" The detective says with a small smile, his suit jacket now worn by his older sister

Maya nods and they exchange numbers. Hakkai and Yuzuha leave not long after and then followed by Mistuya and Draken. "I saw that~" Kazutora teases

Maya pulls the hood of Chifuyu's hoodie over her head and collapses on the couch. "Saw what?" she asks, bringing her bare feet up on the couch, sitting in a kind of fetal position

"Naoto's got the hots for you~" He says in a singsong voice

Maya narrows her eyes. "Nah uh!"

"100 percent. I saw it too" Chifuyu says teasingly from the kitchen where he is washing the dishes "he was blushing so damn hard. So fuckin' cute"

"Shut up" she grumbles

Maya had in fact not noticed any of what Kazutora and Chifuyu were talking about. She had been too preoccupied looking at Chifuyu to really look at Naoto. Now she just feels bad. Naoto was about 4 years older than her, of course, Chifuyu was encouraging this. Chifuyu had never been a huge fan of age gap relationships especially if it's more than 3-4 years. Maya, as a psychiatrist, does not blame him. But oh how she wished she was born earlier so Chifuyu would at least look at her as something other than a child that hangs around him. She figures it was alright. Even if she were the same age as Chifuyu, she wouldn't have confessed anyway.

Why?

He just doesn't like her that way.

Monday comes along pretty fast as usual. Maya clocks in and greets the other doctors leaving from the day shift. She does her usual, give all the 4th-floor patients their food, collect their trays, bring the cart back down to the 1st floor then come back up and give either Mr. Ueda company or talk to Mr. Kurokawa if he is awake. "You know, you're rarely asleep," Maya says taking a seat on the chair in his room "When do you sleep?"

"I'm in here all day, I sleep when I want," Izana says simply with a shrug "You on the other hand doctor, I still don't understand why someone as young as you would take the night shift. You still have a lot of living to do"

His words sounded oddly ominous. But Maya just shrugs that feeling off with the thought of it just being her nerves and not yet used to the night shift among criminals. "I do my living on the weekends, Mr. Kurokawa," Maya tells him "went out clubbing this weekend and got blackout drunk... Wait you don't have a problem with alcohol do you?"

Maya realizes she had a slip of the tongue. She wasn't supposed to be talking about alcohol or things like that with patients. "Calm down doctor, I think we're past the point of a normal doctor and patient relationship. I basically know everything about you. And no, I don't have an alcohol problem. I'm not here for that" Izana says with a lazy grin "How about you continue your story"

Maya shifts a bit in her seat. She looks at the small notebook in her hand and flips through the pages to where she had written down possible offences and the possible things wrong with Izana. She crosses off alcoholism. So far the ones circled were abandonment issues, mommy issues, narcissism and sociopathy. She was starting from scratch with him so she had to make some assumptions. "Um... Well... Went clubbing with that guy I told you about on Friday. He's..." She pauses trying to find the right words "Older... like about 5 years"

"You like older men, doctor?" Izana is teasing her and it works, her cheeks flush

Maya clears her throat. "Anyways..." she grumbles "I met his friends for the first time... They were nice. We went to a club, and got blackout drunk. Everyone ended up crashing at his place and in the morning one of the girl's younger brother came to get her... He was a police officer and now my crush is trying to set me up with him"

Izana laughs. "Police officer? A psychiatrist and a police officer. That sounds chaotic"

Maya just shrugs. "Forget that, he's trying to set me up with someone else and it's just... ugh" she groans

Izana laughs even more. He seems to be enjoying her misery. "Don't laugh at me" she whines "You're probably single too"

Izana gives her a mocking smile. "I don't have a lack of ladies, doctor"

Maya doesn't doubt him one bit. Izana was handsome. She can imagine him being the center of attention wherever he goes despite his condescending behaviour. Some girls were into that after all(Maybe Maya too). They end up dropping the topic and soon another starts and then another. Izana tended to avoid talking about his past, particularly his childhood. Maya would try her absolute best not to push it. However, after spending hours of the night just talking, the topics would shift into typical first-date or ice-breaker questions. "So if money wasn't a problem where would you live?" She asks

"Money isn't a problem, doctor. I'm rich" Izana tells her "I can live where I want. What about you?"

Maya thinks for a moment. "The beach"

"The beach?" He repeats "Really?"

Maya shrugs. "Yeah, why not? Warm weather all the time, nice view. It'd be nice"

Izana hums, seemingly agreeing with her. "I can agree with that. I have a beach house. Bought one recently because my younger brother likes the sea"

Oh? He has a brother? "that's sweet... how much younger is he than you?" Maya can't help but start jotting things down in her notebook again

Izana watches in amusement. "3 years. An annoying little shit sometimes but he does what I say because I'm all he has left"

Now that was ominous. "hm... What do you mean?" Maya asks slowly, furrowing her brows

Izana doesn't say anything after that. At the end of the night before Maya leaves, Izana speaks up. "You know when I get out of here, you can come visit my beach house" He suggests with his usual lazy grin

Maya laughs a bit. "I don't think that's very appropriate Mr. Kurokawa"

She bids him goodbye and Izana sighs, staring at the metal door. "Well see about that, doctor"

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thatlovinfeelin · 10 months

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Half a Heart - One - Jake Hangman Seresin

Blaire Montgomery moved away from all she ever knew at eighteen to conceal a secret. Now nearly fourteen years later, her secret is finally out of the bag when her and her thirteen year old daughter, Lucy, quite literally run into Jake Seresin, young Lucy's father. All three lives are forever changed due to one fateful encounter, and two hearts are once again made whole.

Blaire Montgomery walked along the street, hand in hand with her daughter, laughing at a joke that the young teenager just told. Together, they made their way across the board walk of Virginia Beach, towards their intended lunch destination.

“Mama, just once, you really should try it.”

“Nope, not going to happen Lulu.”

The younger girl, Lucy or Lulu, just frowned, but continued walking alongside her mother. They were best friends, maybe something stronger than that. Blaire was just a child herself, not even nineteen when she had Lucy. They grew up together, making their bond stronger than anyone could ever really understand.

Lucy didn’t know who her father was, and probably never would. Blaire was counting on never seeing the man again. Which seemed funny, considering they lived in a military dominated area. But she never imagined that the man would be stationed here.

She was eighteen when she found out she was pregnant, just after graduation. There was no way she could tell the father, not when he was planning on being so much more than just the small town boy he was. She didn’t want to hold him back, she couldn’t be the reason he never saw his dreams come true. So she lied to him and broke up with him. Blaire even went as far as moving shortly after, so he would never know.

Her own family didn’t know who fathered her beautiful little girl, though she was sure they had their ideas. She would never confirm or deny them, only changing the subject whenever they asked. It helped that she hadn’t heard from him in nearly fourteen years too.

She grew up, she moved on. Going on a few casual dates here and there, but never anything serious. It was hard to be serious with someone when she had Lulu to look after. Even now that she was old enough to be left home alone and take care of herself, it was hard. Blaire couldn’t really think about bringing any man home who wasn’t the man she gave her heart to all of those years ago.

Because the truth was, she might have broken up with him, but she never really got her whole heart back.

“I’m staaaaarrrrvinnnggg,” Lulu said, dramatically dragging out the word.

“Which is why we’re going to get lunch before we keep shopping,” Blaire reminded her daughter, “C’mon, just a few more minutes.”

“I’m going to die before we get there,” Lulu whined, “Die of starvation. Wither away to nothing right in front of you.”

“God, how did you get so dramatic?” Blaire questioned, “I swear I was never this bad when I was your age.”

They rounded the corner, restaurant now in sight and Lulu let out a loud sigh and tugged her mother along faster. They were seated almost instantly, making Lucy extremely happy. They ordered appetizers and fell into a comfortable conversation about school.

Lucy was in middle school now, which seemed almost impossible to Blaire. It was hard for her to realize that her daughter was growing into a fine young woman and was almost an adult of sorts.

“So Liam Mackey tried to ask me out yesterday,” Lulu said, taking a bite of a mozzarella stick.

Blaire had to keep herself from choking on her water, “Oh really? What did you say?”

She was hoping her daughter said no. She wasn’t ready to deal with dating yet. Middle school drama was one thing, but boyfriends and heartbreaks were something else entirely and Blaire might just have a heart attack if she had to navigate that part of parenting right now.

“I told him no, obviously,” Lulu rolled her eyes, “He asked out Marlee Parks two days ago, I’m not some sloppy second choice.”

Letting out a deep breath, Blaire reached for her water again and took a large gulp, “Well…good for you for knowing your worth.”

“Liar. You’re thrilled you don’t have to deal with me having a boyfriend yet,” Lucy teased.

“You’re right,” She sighed, “So no dating till you’re thirty, okay?”

“What about you? You’re like thirty and you aren’t going on dates.”

“Okay don’t make me ground you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Lucy countered, sticking out her tongue.

Blaire sighed again, knowing her daughter was right. She wouldn’t ground her. Blaire wasn’t one to ground or really punish her daughter at all. Not to say that she didn’t when she had to. But she hated every minute of it.

When their food came, Lucy wasted no time digging in and eating every bite she could. Blaire almost had to laugh. Her daughter loved food, so much it was almost comical in fact. She was like her father in that regard, the man could eat like no one else. No one except maybe his daughter.

“We’re still going shopping, right?” She questioned.

“Yes, we’ll go shopping after lunch,” Blaire laughed.

“Good,” Lulu smiled before taking another bite.

“Slow down before you choke, honey.”

Lulu made a face and continued to wolf down her food. Blaire couldn’t do anything but laugh at her little girl. Her sweet daughter. It was hard for her to come to terms with the fact that soon enough she would start really asking questions about her father.

So far she’d been able to dodge any question Lucy asked about him. Somehow, it had been easy to lie to her. But Blaire knew that time would soon be over, and she would have to tell her daughter the truth sooner or later. Which meant finding him and telling him the truth too.

They both deserved to know. Blaire knew that. But the thought of them knowing made her chest hurt. She couldn’t imagine the look on his face when he found out, she didn’t want to imagine it really. But she knew that time was running out.

“C’mon kiddo,” Blaire said, putting money down on the table, “Let’s get going.”

They were hand in hand again on their way out, when Blaire ran into a strong body. She stumbled back. The man in front of her reached out, catching her arms to steady her for a moment.

“Mom, you okay?” Lucy grabbed ahold of her mom too.

“I’m fine honey,” Blaire replied, giving her daughter a small smile.

“Blaire?” The man questioned, eyes widening.

His head spun, the little girl, who wasn’t so little, called her mom. Which meant if this was Blaire, she had a daughter. A teenager by the look of it. He swallowed hard. He knew those eyes, because they were his own.

“Holy shit.”

“Mom?” Lucy questioned before looking between her mom and the man.

She saw it then, the way her eyes matched his. How they had the same cock to their head. Lucy was a smart girl, maybe too smart for her own good. She could see it in the way her mother looked between her and the man. In the way her mom held onto her hand even tighter. Lucy couldn’t help it, she was staring into the eyes of her father, and it seemed like he didn’t quite know it himself.

“Holy fuckin shit,” Lucy mumbled.

“Lucielle Grace!” Blaire hissed.

But then it was his turn, staring into the face of the girl who looked just like him, and the woman he loved more than life itself, “Holy shit.”

That made three. Mother, Father, and daughter, all stunned to be in one another’s presence at long last.

In a panic, the second she heard the man speak her name, sounding so broken and shocked, she grabbed her daughter and pulled her out of the restaurant, not stopping to look back.

He followed them of course, forgetting the lunch date he had. He would apologize to his old friend later. This was more important, this was Blaire. His Blaire. The one girl he could never get out of his head. The one that he still carried a photo of whenever he flew. Because she was his, even if she broke his heart almost fourteen years ago.

"Blaire!" He called, trying to catch up with her.

She slowed when she saw her car come into view. He would catch them there and then there would be no more running away. She licked her lips and stopped, grabbing her daughter's other hand.

"I need you to go wait in the car," She told Lulu, not looking away from her green eyes.

"Mom who is that guy?" Lucy was worried that he was some creep, here to try to hurt her mom.

Maybe he was one of the Tinder dates gone wrong. The ones that Blaire always seemed to be too quiet after she came home from them. Or maybe he was one of the good dates that Blaire blew off because of Lucy, because she was too scared to bring anyone else into their lives.

"Please Lu, go wait in the car," Blaire begged, "It's okay, I promise."

The man was getting closer, almost reaching them when Lucy finally agreed and made her way to the older 4runner parked in a far space under a tree.

Blaire only had a moment before he was on her, grabbing her shoulder to gently turn her around. She didn't force herself to look up at him, knowing she wouldn't be able to handle the look in his eyes when she did.

He was always much smarter than he liked to let on, he had to have put the pieces together. He had to know that he was just staring into the face of his daughter.

God...his daughter. Even thinking it made Blaire shiver. This was never supposed to happen. That's why she moved to Virginia, far enough away from Annapolis or Texas.

"It's you," He breathed out, holding her at arm's length, "God, Blaire, it's really you."

She keeps her eyes tightly closed, too afraid to open them. She want to look at him though, she's aching to see the man he's become. How much he's changed from the boy she once knew. But she still can't bring herself. She can't even speak.

"Say something, please," he begs her, bending down to try to catch her eye.

"Jake," She breathes out, almost like a sigh. It cuts him to the bone to hear her say his name again.

"Who was the girl?" He asks, even though he somehow already knows exactly who she was.

Her eyes open now, looking up to meet the same green eyes that her daughter has. His brows were furrowed in the exact same way, just like the way he was cocking his head to the side. They were so alike and yet they never officially met.

She swallowed the thick lump growing in her throat, "That was my daughter."

He breathes out, like he'd been kicked square in the gut, "She had my eyes."

That's all he could think to say. Because every time he blinked he kept seeing her looking up at him with the eyes that mirrored his own. The same way he had his mother's eyes, and she had her mother's eyes. There was no denying there was some semblance between the two.

"Jake-"

"Blaire," he said urgently, "She had my eyes."

"I don't-"

"How old is she?" He asks, taking a step forward.

"Thirteen," Blaire nearly winces as she says it.

He does the math in his head. It'd been nearly fourteen years since they last saw one another. She broke up with him out of the blue and moved away weeks later, never to be heard from by any of the Seresins again. Now here she is with a thirteen year old who looked just like her, aside from small little details. Like how she had freckles dotting her nose, just like Jake and his sister's had when they were younger.

"Is she mine?" He asks her, almost afraid of the answer.

"Jake, please," She begs so quietly.

"Blaire, is she mine?" He asks again.

She licks her dry lips and tried to gather the courage. This was never meant to happen. She was never supposed to see him again, and he was never supposed to know about having a child. Jake Seresin was supposed to go about his life without her tying him down with a little girl. But it seemed like fate had other ideas

"Yes."

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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MIDNIGHTS FIC LIST UPDATE

so,,, i’m officially working on the Midnights Fic List! who else cheered?! (just me)

but i’m having some trouble deciding which one to write first, so i wanted some help deciding. so i’m posting the summaries for each fic, and if you see this you can comment or reblog with your vote or you can slip into my request box and say your vote there <3

SUMMARIES

Lavender Haze — in which y/n has been dealing with hate from Trevor’s fans and journalists constantly speculating when they’ll get married.

Maroon — in which y/n and her best friend, Jack, get drunk on cheap wine and finally confess their feelings in her New York apartment.

Snow on the Beach — in which shy, introverted y/n meets extroverted frat boy Luke and he takes a liking to her, even though everyone thinks they’re an odd match.

You’re On Your Own, Kid — in which y/n spent her high school years changing herself to become what she thought was Jack’s type, but when they meet again a couple years later, she learns that she never needed to change in order for him to like her.

Midnight Rain — in which Quinn asked y/n to marry him when they graduated high school but she breaks the news that she got signed to a record label and is moving to California. 5 years later, they meet again and rekindle their romance.

Question…? — in which Quinn and sunshiny good girl, y/n, have harbored feelings for each other for a while. but when they finally hookup, Quinn leaves in the middle of the night and let’s y/n believe maybe it was just a one night fling.

Karma — in which y/n’s ex-best friend has been gossiping behind y/n’s back saying that Jack should be with her instead, so y/n shows that karma goes both ways.

Sweet Nothing — in which y/n has a bad day and her boyfriend, Nico, makes it better.

Mastermind — in which y/n confesses to her boyfriend, Trevor, that she planned the night they met and knew they would end up together.

The Great War — in which y/n sees a picture of Jack talking to a girl at a bar and her insecurities come to light. // the night y/n accuses Jack of cheating and they almost break up.

Paris — in which y/n is so in love with Nico, that she doesn’t care about any of the gossip her friends tell her about her exes.

Hits Different — in which y/n and Jack were in a relationship for 4 years before deciding to go separate ways, but everything reminds her of him and y/n realizes she’s made a mistake by letting him go.

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bambikisss · 1 year

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' Win the bachelor ' :: Cho Guesung

Summary : After going through a hard heartbreak, your friends sign you up to participate in the newest season of the Bachelor. After meeting him, you decide to go all in to win his heart and affection.

Warnings: mentions of sabotage, slight manipulation, unprotected sex, creampie, sex on the beach, sex in a public shower, mentions of taking pictures during sex/ video recording it, this man being the absolute death of you, his thighs, calls you a slut/whore once, spitting, oral (both), biting

A/N: she's a loooong one. I've only seen the bachelor twice so some things may be wrong but eh. Also, notice how there are more smut warnings? Yeah, I got carried away. The ending lowkey is kinda dry.

♥ TagList: @127hydrangeas @xrubyrosesx

Life is full of chances: there can be a first, second, or third chance at something, or even more if you're lucky. You were hoping you were one of the lucky ones.

"What do you mean he just dumped you in the middle of your date?" you poured yourself more wine as your best friends surrounded you, all asking the same questions about how your relationship of three years just suddenly ended. You rolled your eyes as you recalled the night's events: your ex said he had a surprise for you and brought you out to one of your favorite restaurants. In the middle of the date, he seemed to start to get nervous and then suddenly quickly said "we have to break up" before rushing out, leaving you to pay the bill. Turns out, his two other girlfriends had shown up and when he saw him, he panicked. He then texted you after you paid the 50-dollar bill if you guys could be friends with benefits, which you declined before blocking him.

"He wanted me to be the third girl in his foursome," you mumbled, downing the wine you had in your glass as your friends all stared at you in shock. To them, it was like something you would only hear about in a movie. But to you, it was your whole-ass nightmare. One of your friends shook her head before pouring you more wine, saying "I don't understand how you keep getting involved with men like these." You wish you had known how, too as it had been happening since you started dating in middle school.

You and your friends decided to drink the night away, ranting drunkenly about your exes and comparing bad experiences with them. You admittedly did feel better afterward before blacking out.

You woke up the next morning on the floor of the apartment, dragging yourself to the bathroom where you cleaned up. You then cleaned up, turning off the TV that was blaring, helping your still-asleep friends to their rooms before making your way back home afterward.

You had just closed the door to your apartment when you received an email from what looked like a Television company, letting you know that your application was received. "What application? Is this a scam?" you chose to ignore the email, placing your phone down before going on with your day.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Have a nice day!" you smiled as the CEO left the company, leaving you to finally take the first breath you had taken all day. You put down your tablet as you sat down on the couch, closing your eyes as you took in the moment of silence. You worked for an expensive matchmaking company, ironically. You'd think being able to pair two rich people up successfully would make it easy for you to meet someone, but no. You were still getting Instagram DMs from your recent ex asking to take him back, but refusing to leave the two other girls too.

"What now?" You picked up your phone that buzzed in your uniform pocket, not bothering to look at the caller ID as you answered it. "Hi, am I speaking to Y/N L/N?" you paused at the sweet woman's voice, confirming that it was you.

"Great. I am calling to let you know that you have been chosen to be on the newest season of the bachelor!"

What.

Your eyes widened as the sweet lady rambled off the things you needed to pack and do before you could be flown out, interrupting her softly. "I, uh, didn't apply to be on the show-"

"Sure you did. I have your application here in front of me, all filled out. You did this about three days ago."

You tried to think about what you were doing three days ago to all of a sudden be on the show when you suddenly remembered what happened: while you were drunk, the show came on along with where to submit applications to. You drunkenly had joked about joining the show, your also drunk friends signing you up as they giggled.

Before you could explain that you didn't want to be on the show, the sweet lady said that an email would be sent with things you had to complete before you could be on the show and the deadline before hanging up. You stared at your phone in shock for a few moments before calling up F/N and telling her that you were coming over as it was an emergency. However, when you told her what happened, she didn't see it as such. "This is a great opportunity to possibly find someone, Y/N! It's an opportunity from the universe!"

"No, F/N, this is me going on to live TV and making a fool of myself. You followed her around as she looked through the email that the company had sent you with things to do, your friend only waving away your worry. "Look, either you'll be one of the girls that go home within the first few weeks that no one remembers or you could fall in love," she looked at you with a look that meant "you have no choice." You tried to think of a reason why you couldn't, which she shot down before she covered your mouth. "Take this as life giving you another chance to fall in love."

You hoped you were going to go home first.

~ ~ ~

"We're here, miss."

You thanked the driver as you exited the car, turning to face the sea that hit the rocks. You fixed your dress before you walked towards the beautiful outlook, smiling softly. The moon shined beautifully on the water, calming you softly before you turned to face the villa that was currently empty. It was lit up beautifully with string lights and had a red carpet, leading up to where the bachelor was supposed to stand. You held your coat closer to yourself as the wind blew, your eyes returning to the water, hoping it would calm you down. You were there just to be a placeholder until the bachelor chose someone else, then you could pack your things and return home to your boring life.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

You turned to see a man approaching you and a tight tux, smiling at you. His hair blew carefully in the wind as he walked to stand next to you, offering you a smile, which you returned. "I've never seen anything like it. I never usually get time to see the ocean like this back home." You felt comfortable as he chuckled, agreeing with you. "I used to surf a bit, but I was always home before nightfall or else my mom would yell at me." It became your turn to giggle softly, turning to face the man once more. Now that he was closer, you could see his chiseled jaw along with his dark brown eyes that seemed to light up in the moonlight. You could also spot the freckles that were around his face that you found adorable. "So, are you here to find love?" you shook your head at his question, turning back to the ocean as a particularly big wave hit the rocks. "I don't have the luck in order to find love."

"Who says you need luck?" You once again turned to face the man, who was now fully facing you with his hands in his pockets. You couldn't help but just stare at him, your eyes only staring into his as he offered you a smile. It made your heart skip a beat, which had never happened before. "Well," he smiled, turning on his heel as he began walking down the hill back towards the lit house. "To me, Miss, you're the luckiest."

You watched as he disappeared, a warm feeling filling you as you thought about his words. If you couldn't get with the bachelor then at least you could try again with whoever that man was. You smiled at the thought before walking back to where the woman was gathering to meet the bachelor.

"Let's hope for my sake that I am."

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"Alright, Y/N L/N is next!"

The staff removed your jacket from your shoulders as they led you to the start of the red carpet, asking you to be careful as one of the girls had brought a horse to ride in on and it had used the bathroom on the way. That was just one of the many things the other girls had done to make a great first impression on the bachelor besides wearing stunning dresses and looking stunning themselves. You couldn't help but think you should've done more yourself before you remembered your game plan. As you made your way around the corner, you caught a glimpse of the bachelor, which made your eyes widen. The man from earlier who you had talked to by the ocean was the bachelor.

You honestly should've realized when he was a tux.

"Go ahead and meet the bachelor, Y/N." You thanked the staff before making your way toward him, the bachelor smiling at you. As you got into arms reach, he pulled you in for a hug, which surprised you. You introduced yourself as you both pulled back, his hands moving from your body back to his pockets, just like how he was earlier. "I'm Guesung, if you were wondering." He leaned down to gently kiss your hand, whispering out "it's a pleasure to finally meet you," making you giggle. He let his thumb rub your hand as the staff called time, letting you know that you were to go inside with the other women. Guesung smiled at you before letting you know that he would talk to you later, winking at you as you walked inside. You had to take a minute to gather yourself once you entered the mansion, looking down at your hand that he had kissed with a smile. You could still feel the touch of his lips on your hand, shaking off how giggly you now were before entering the living room where the other women were chatting. Before you could make it far into the room, a girl came up to you, looping her arm with yours as she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Abigail, but you can call me Gail." you introduced yourself as she led you to the couch, sitting down with you to chat as the others either joined or side-eyed you. The room was a mix of nerves and chatter, all of the hopefuls introducing themselves to one another and talking about Guesung.

As you were talking, Guesung and the host came in, which made the room go silent. The host talked about the premise of the show, stating firmly that there would be an elimination every week that was up to Guesung, who nodded. He scanned the room as the host spoke, offering you a quick smile before he returned to his relaxed face. "I think he smiled at me" Gail whispered to you, giggling like a schoolgirl, making you laugh softly.

"Now, let's hear from our Bachelor." the girls all clapped and turned their attention to him. He introduced himself once more before explaining that he was a soccer player, which made the room erupt into "ooh's." "I want someone who I can instantly comfort with. My job is already high stress and energy enough so I want to be able to come home to someone and just feel calm." You glanced around the room as the girls all kept their eyes locked on him, eyeing him like prey. You had heard some of the girls mention that they were only here for the cash and fame that they would get from being with him, which made your stomach churn. He only wanted someone he could fall in love with and yet he could end up with someone who doesn't even truly want him.

After all of the 31 women cheered and toasted with champagne, you returned to the comfort of the couch as the women surrounded him. "Ah, I see you, Y/N." You smiled at Gail who was sitting down on the arm of the couch, smiling at you. "You're waiting till he's not so swarmed, are you? So smart."

"He's busy, Gail." You took a sip of your drink, watching as Guesung came back inside from talking to one of the women. You did want to talk to him more, thinking about pushing your way through the crowd to get to him when you noticed him coming through, making his way to where you were sitting, holding his hand out to you as he smiled, everyone else staring at him in shock. "Can I steal you for a moment, Y/N?" You nodded, taking his hand as he led you to the outside balcony. Just like the front, it was lit up with beautiful fairy lights and roses scattering the table. You sat down next to him, hoping to hide your nerves as he turned to you, his hand still holding yours just like earlier on the red carpet. "So, are you feeling lucky yet?" he asked, making you shrug, a smile coming onto your face as he moved closer to you. You could smell the light cologne he must've put on after the red carpet, and his tie was also a bit loser than before, which you carefully fixed making him smile wider at you. When you looked back up, you realized how close you both now were. His arm was now on the back of the couch, Guesung now closer to you as he met your eyes. To him, you were the one that caught his attention; not because you didn't come in and do something crazy but because you made him feel the most comfortable.

It seemed like he was leaning in to kiss you when you both heard the clicks of heels, a cheery voice asking to talk to him. He nodded, his eyes slowly ripping from yours as you stood up, clearing your throat as you walked back inside. You quickly made your way to your room as the others had, pushing the door closed before resting your back against the heavy bedroom door. Your mind fell back to the feeling of his lips on your hand, then how close he was to your lips. You touched your lips instinctively, a slow smile coming to your lips as you thought about him more. 'Maybe I don't wanna go home yet," you thought before heading to your bathroom, getting ready for sleep.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of the girls all screaming, making you sit up before walking to where they all stood, staring out the large window. You took a peak, seeing what they were all so happy about. Guesung was working out in the field shirtless, much to the girl's pleasure. You couldn't help but watch him too, biting your lip as he turned to make his way inside. Once he disappeared, you joined the girls in the kitchen, working on breakfast. "You're a heavy sleeper aren't you, Y/N?" You turned to face Tracy who was handing you a mug of coffee. When you asked what she meant, she paused before she whispered "be careful about who you trust here. Some people are as two-faced as a coin on the streets."

"What do you mean?" Tracy only let out a small "you'll see" before making the others coffee as well, leaving you by the island by yourself. You knew this was a competition in the grand scheme of things, but someone wouldn't sabotage someone else, right?

"He's coming!"

You watched as the girls gathered in the living room as Guesung jogged in sporting a tight black T-shirt and jeans showing off his muscular thighs that you had been eyeing. "I slipped a little invitation to someone this morning for a date day. Can the person who got the letter step forward?" You frowned as you realized that you didn't get the letter, only for Abigail to step forward. You also noticed how confused Guesung looked before shaking it off, letting her know that he'd be waiting for her outside, which she thanked him for. You watched as she ran off down the hallway to get ready, turning to see a confused Guesung walk out. Why did he look so confused, didn't he give her the letter?

You brought it up to the others once Abigail left, Tracy speaking only when she finished cooking her food. "I saw her this morning go over to Y/N's door and grab the letter." He wanted to take you out?

Be careful who you trust

"I did let her come over before I went to sleep," you mumbled. You honestly were in shock that she would do something to you like that. The others agreed that it was wrong, sympathizing with you before the group split up for the day, leaving you to go back to your room alone. As you stepped into your room, you could feel a piece of tape on the door where the invitation was, only filing your annoyance. "That two-faced street coin bitch," you fell face first onto the bed, yelling out your frustration into the pillows before you sighed. These women were willing to play dirty to get closer to Guesung while you were just coasting along with the few moments you both had and the feelings you felt developing. You turned to face your closet with a huff, your eyes going to one of the dresses that you had brought with you.

You pushed up from the bed, walking over to peek at him, a slow smirk coming to your face. If the girls had a plan, you needed one too.

Later that night you and the other girls came together for the first rose ceremony. The room was of course filled with nerves as someone had to go home. As you were getting complimented about your dress, you watched Abigal walk in, smirking knowingly at you. "How was your date?" you asked, Abigail, turning to talk about how much fun it was and how he kissed her so many times. You could feel your annoyance grow as she spoke, the girl sending you a wink your way before facing front as Guesung walked in.

"Alright, it's time."

You couldn't help but hold your breath as he picked up the first rose, watching as it fiddled in his fingers as he returned to stand in front of everyone. "This person is someone who I've been dying to get to know more. I hope she feels lucky with me as I feel the same way about her." You felt your heart skip as he spoke, Abigail telling the person next to her that he was going to give it to her, making you roll your eyes.

Guesung bit his lip before he smiled, his eyes meeting yours with a playfulness to them as he held up the rose. "Y/N." You smiled as he said your name, carefully making your way to stand in front of him as he smiled brightly at you. "Will you accept this rose, beautiful?" you nodded, taking the rose from him as he hugged you, leading you back to your spot with everyone else before he returned to the rose pile. You couldn't help but smile at the rose, smelling it gently as he sent a wink your way. You could hear Abigail scoff, fueling your happiness more.

You watched as he continued to give out roses to everyone besides three girls including Abigail watching in suspense as if you were watching this at home. As he reached for the last rose, Tracy held up her hand, asking to say something, everyone turning to her. You wondered what she wanted to say, knowing she already had a rose from him. "Guesung, I can't stand by here while you may give a rose to Abigail." You paused, Abigail's eyes widening as she told Tracy to shut up. Tracy ignored her, telling him in front of everyone the same thing she had said earlier about Abigail stealing your invitation. Guesung nodded as he listened, clicking his tongue when she finished. He nodded before he simply said, "I know."

He offered a rose to one of the three girls before he turned to face Abigail, who looked shocked and embarrassed. "I invited Y/N, not you, so I found it weird when you stepped forward with it." You bit your lip to hide your smile as she stormed out, Guesung walking out which signaled the end of the rose ceremony. You carefully made your way back to your room as the girls who didn't get a rose cried. You winced as you listened to the sobs, changing into your pj's before heading to bed. You just lay there as you fiddled with the rose, feeling some guilt fill your body as the sobs died down. You wondered how people in past seasons could not feel so much guilt.

You laid down until around midnight, deciding to head to the beach below to clear your head. You used to rush back to the beach whenever something bad happened in college as it was nearby. You changed before sneaking outside, smiling as you finally made it to the shoreline. You wrapped your jacket around you as you walked along the beach, sighing at how peaceful it was. It was just you, your thoughts, and the sea.

"Oh, you're here." You turned to see Guesung walking closer to you sporting a black t muscle shirt and shorts. You nodded as he joined you, mentioning that you had a lot on your mind. He let out a small "ah" before he turned to you, his hand moving to hold yours softly. You turned to him, noticing how much calmer he seemed since the rose ceremony. "I wish I was with you today instead of Abigail. We went out to see on a boat so I was stuck with her." you both laughed softly, his thumb moving to rub your hand. You felt so much more at peace with him, letting him know so which made his cheeks heat up. "Going for a swim?" He pointed to your swimsuit, your own "ah" leaving your lips as you said you thought about going for a swim. He chuckled, talking about how you could get sick. "If you get sick then you'll get sent home and I don't want that."

"Really?" you couldn't help but ask him, Guesung nodding as he pulled you closer to him, your chest against his making you look up at him. His arms moved to wrap around you as he smiled down at you, making your breath hitch. He noticed, his hand squeezing your hip as he leaned down to your ear, whispering softly "do you want that, Y/N?" You let your hand slip up his chest, cupping the back of his neck before he could move far away from your side. Even though at first you wanted to, now that you were here with him, you didn't.

You wanted to stay and be with him.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you kissed him, Guesung's hands moving to pick you up via your thighs. He took control as he moved you both up the beach towards the rocks, laying you down on the sand as his tongue moved with yours. Your hand moved into his hair as he moaned, his hands coming to rip away your jacket. He pulled back to remove the bottom of your swimsuit, his hands gripping your thighs as he wrapped them around his waist as he groaned out your name. He leaned down to kiss you once more, your nails digging down his shoulder as his hips moved to meet yours. You pulled back as he continued grinding into your wetness, watching as he paused to grab his clothed dick. "Do you think you're ready for me, beautiful?" he sounded so desperate that it made your head spin, nodding as he pushed down his pants. He stroked himself as he whispered praises about your body, pausing to spit hurriedly onto his dick before pushing into you. "Oh my fucking god you feel too damn good," he moaned, moving to rest his body weight on his forearms as his hips pounded into you. He leaned down to kiss and bite your bottom lip, letting it snap back into place as he listened to you moaning his name, your nails now digging down his back.

His eyes scanned over you as he moved faster, his free hand moving to play with your clit. When your moans get louder, he shuts you up with a kiss, mumbling against your lips "shh, let's not get too loud before someone comes and steals me from you. Unless you want that baby, hmm? Do you want someone to come and take this cock away from you?"

"No, please" you whined, your legs tightening around him as he positioned himself to move deeper into you, his hips moving to grind into you, slowing down so he was moving deeper into you. "I love your dick"

"Oh, you love this dick? Are you going to stay on this show just so I can constantly fuck this pussy?" you nodded, your nails digging into his back as he sped up, inching you closer to your orgasm. He nodded, his eyes leaning back to stare at where you both met, his hips pounding into you once more, making you cum.

You shuddered as he slowed down, his lips kissing around your body as he picked you up, carrying you to one of the outdoor showers. "Gotta clean up my dirty girl." he smiled down at you as the water hit your sandy back, your body tensing around his dick making him moan softly. He held you under the water as he began to fuck up into you, chuckling when you kissed him to keep quiet as the shower was closer to the mansion. You whimpered as he stuffed his face into you, holding you up with one hand as his free hand went to play with your clit as he came. You gasped, coming as well as he bit your shoulder. He gently pulled out, holding you close as he could under the water as he kissed your shoulder.

"Y/N...Let me hold you for a bit longer" you felt your heart warm up once more as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder, rubbing your back. He was so gentle with you, carefully washing the sand off of you as he continued to whisper sweet things to you, making your heart swell. None of your other partners ever made you feel so loved after sex, always just moving away to take care of himself instead of you.

Guesung noticed how you clung to him as you laid deep in your thoughts, pulling back to look at you. He thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. You caught his attention the first time you talked by the sea and you had him ever since. He thought there was no reason to continue doing the show: he already found his soulmate.

When you noticed him staring at you, you apologized, explaining how now of your partners never did this for you after sex. He nodded, placing another kiss on your forehead before saying "well, I'm glad to be your first." You smiled, feeling a surge of confidence from his words. You leaned up to kiss him softly, smiling into the kiss as he reciprocated it. He gently pecked your lips as you both parted for air before he whispered 'god, you're amazing.'

You thanked him once more before slipping from his grasp, drying off with a random towel before putting back on your jacket. He jogged up to you, his hand moving to hold yours as he offered to walk you back to the mansion. You at first declined as you didn't want him to have to walk such a long distance, but he explained that he wanted to, saying that he didn't want to stop being around you. You finally accepted, walking with him as your hands were still intertwined. As you both got to know each other better, you examined Guesung; you hadn't spent so much time with him but yet, he was so sweet and seemed so relaxed with you. He helped you up the hills, squeezing your hand occasionally when you both laughed, how he stopped you from entering the mansion by pulling you in for a hug. In such a short amount of time, you felt so much more love than you ever felt with someone else.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N." He whispered softly, smiling down at you as the porch lights lit up his face. You nodded, sharing the same smile he had with you, watching as he leaned down to kiss you softly

After you both finally separated, you made your way to your room a smile on your face when you were met with Abigail sitting on your bed. You jumped at her appearance, asking why she was still at the house, better yet why she was in your room. She only stared back at you before asking "did you fuck him, you slut?"

You raised an eyebrow at her words, opening the door and telling her to get out which made her scoff. "You did, didn't you?"

"Aren't you supposed to be on the first plane out of here?" you didn't hide the venom in your voice as Abigail stood up, bumping her shoulder with yours as she made her way out before turning around to look at you once more. You couldn't believe this was the fun girl that became your friend when you first walked in; she looked so evil and dissatisfied. "Don't worry, Y/N. He fucked me too and he'll fuck every other girl here. You're nothing more than spare pussy he found." she smiled at your shocked reaction before walking away, leaving you in awe as you slammed the door. You tried to shake the feeling she had made wash over you with her words, walking over to lay down on your bed as you looked outside, where you had just been with him. You couldn't tell if it was jealously riling up in you or disappointment, clinging to the pillow as you snuggled into it. This is how things go on this show, however; he is here to find love and for some people, it takes kissing a few people and maybe sleeping with them. You wondered how many girls he had already done the same tango with. To be honest, it hurt more than anything any of your exes caused.

"Whatever," you mumbled into your pillow as you tried to lull yourself to sleep, trying to not think about the situation or Guesung. If you had it your way, you'd take Abigail's place and head on the first plane home.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Morning came faster than you liked, ushering you to get up. As you brushed your teeth and got ready for the day, you noticed how puffy your eyes now were. You didn't want to admit that you had cried a bit as you slept, but now it was evident from your eyes. You tried to hide your grumpy mood as you joined the remaining women in the kitchen, making yourself a plate of food as everyone happily chatted about the date that was supposed to happen today. "I heard it's going to be so romantic," one girl awwed, making your mood worse. You couldn't help but look around the room and try to pick out a girl he would probably pick, landing on either Tracy or the girl who received the last rose.

After you finished breakfast, a producer came out to usher everyone into the open garden outside, where he would announce the girl he picked for his date. You followed everyone, smiling as Guesung walked up to everyone wearing a short-sleeved white button-up and jeans. Even though you were still grumpy about the night before with Abigail, you couldn't help but smile at him and feel your heart skip once more as he smiled at everyone.

"Good morning. I'm sure everyone has been gossiping about the fun date I have planned but only one can come," he smiled, his eyes scanning the crowd as he pulled out a white rose that he had behind his back, making everyone aww. He looked around for a few seconds, obviously looking for someone specific making your heart clench in anticipation. After a few moments, he made eye contact with you, his smile widening as he began to walk toward you. You tried to hold back your smile as he stood in front of you, handing you the rose. "I'll pick you up in 10, Y/N. Wear something fit for spring." You nodded at his words, smelling the rose as he walked away, a smile on your lips. He chose you out of everyone else. He didn't want anyone else for the date.

He wanted you.

You happily made your way inside, rushing to look through your clothes to pick something that fit the theme before landing on an outfit. You rushed to check yourself before adding some accessories, slipping on your shoes before rushing out to meet him out front. It felt like going on the first date; it feels so fun and light but there are also nerves.

When you met up with Guesung, he picked you up, spinning you around as he kissed you. He placed you back down in front of him, his hands cupping your face before kissing around your face as you laughed. "I've been looking forward to this for so long," he smiled, opening the door for you to get in.

"Me too, Guesung," you carefully got in, Guesung getting in on the other side as the driver drove you both to your date. When you asked him what it was, he shook his head, telling you that it was a surprise. You tried to get him to tell you, Guesung shutting you up with a short kiss, his hand moving to hold yours. "Patience, Y/N. It'll be worth it."

You nodded leaning your head against his shoulder as you both talked about anything and everything, enjoying finally having some time to be alone.

When the car began to slow down you looked outside, gasping at the beautiful field. He got out, helping you as you both made your way toward the picnic blanket he said he had set down. What you didn't expect was a large picnic basket along with some pillows, drinks, and more. When you asked him about it, he only shrugged, chuckling as he had you sit down. "I thought you'd enjoy a more chill date where we're alone. Just the two of us."

Just the two of us.

You layed your head against his shoulder once more as you had done in the car, thanking him as he poured you some water and handed you a sandwich from the basket. You enjoyed the calm scenery, wishing you had your phone with you to take pictures of how unreal it looked. It was an open field as far as the eye could see, the sky filled with light clouds as the wind blew to keep you both cool.

After you both ate and talked more, he picked up a soccer ball he had hidden behind the basket, helping you up. "I don't know how to play," you laughed, Guesung chuckling as he told you he'd teach you. He placed the ball down, having you stand in front of him as he explained the rules to you. His hands stayed on your waist as he explained how to properly kick, your mind flashing back to the night before when he held you under the shower after having sex on the beach. Guesung soon noticed, leaning forward to whisper in your ear "are you paying attention, Y/N?" you jumped, saying that you were as your cheeks began to burn, making him laugh. He explained how to kick once more, watching you as you did before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. You became confident then, asking if he thought you could beat him. He hummed, moving from behind you to stand in front of you, kicking the ball into his hands. "Let's see if you can, Y/N"

You asked what he meant, rushing after him as he kicked the ball farther into the field. You obtained the ball once, Guesung then skillfully took it from you before picking you up, making you laugh about how he was cheating. He smirked playfully, placing you down in front of him before he lovingly kissed you, cupping your face. You smiled into the kiss, Guesung asking what you were smiling at. "You"

The rest of the date went just as amazingly: after teaching you how to play soccer, he led you to a nearby winery so that you guys could do some wine tasting, then took you to a flower shop in the nearby town where you both learned how to make flower bouquets and more. The date went by too fast in your opinion, the sun setting, painting the once blue sky in a gorgeous pink hue as the stars began to peak out. Guesung took off his jacket, placing it on your shoulder as he asked if you were ready for dinner. He walked with you hand in hand to a gorgeous restaurant, your table outside surrounded by other beautiful flowers and candles, the table lit by a single rose like the one in beauty and the beast (which you said you used to watch constantly as a kid).

He sat down with you as you both ordered the food, his hand coming to hold yours immediately after the waiter left with the menus. "I had a really fun time today, Guesung. I haven't had this much fun on a date since, well...never," you played with his fingers, Guesung nodding as he expressed the same feeling. "I don't want this to end, Y/N. Feels like a dream."

You met his eyes for the first time since you both had sat down, noticing how much love he had in them for you. He looked at you like you were the light of his life and were the only thing that kept him going. You couldn't help but kiss his hand, making him blush as he chuckled about how the other girls hadn't ever done that to him.

The other girls?

You suddenly remembered where you were with him, clearing your throat as you let go of his hand. Abigail's words rang in your head as your food was placed on the table, you both eating in silence. Guesung noticed how quiet you had become, asking what was going through your mind. You didn't think about what to say, blurting out "that you probably kissed and did this same sweet shtick with the other girls." As soon as the words left your mouth, you dropped your fork, the silence now between you both no longer comfortable but tense. You couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes, going back to your food.

Guesung cleared his throat, placing his own fork down before his hand came up to tilt your head up so you could meet his eyes, his face serious as he spoke. "I haven't kissed any other girl on this show besides you." You could feel the embarrassment creep in from your words, apologizing to him which he cut off with a kiss, his lips tasting of wine and basil. His thumb rubbed your cheek as he lovingly kissed you, hoping to silence any worries you had about him; about how he felt about you.

He slowly pulled back, smiling softly as you did the same, apologizing once more to him which made him kiss you once more. ''Apologize again and I'm going to lose it.''

You felt some heat rush down your body straight to your core at his voice, nodding before you both finished your meals. When you both were done, he picked up a rose that was on a stand right next to his seat, holding your hand as you stood up, holding the rose to you like he had done earlier in the garden. "If you accept this rose, you can accompany me to the private villa for tonight but, of course, it is all up to you. But, I don't want to let you go and I think you feel the same way." You smiled, accepting the rose.

~~~~~~~~~ The private villa was prettier than the mansion.

The room bedroom had rose petals in the shape of a heart on the bed, and candles lit around the room. You examined the room as Guesung talked to the producers outside, soon joining you afterward. He quietly made his way behind you, his hands wrapping around your waist as he kissed your shoulder. He kissed his way up your neck, his lips pressing hard against your sweet spot making you moan. You smiled, jokingly apologizing once more for earlier, making him pause. He smirked against your neck, biting your sweet spot as he picked you up, placing you onto the bed, flipping you over to your back. "What did I say would happen if you apologized again?"

You didn't say anything, only tilting your head making him groan. "You're being bad, Y/N." he covered your body with his, your lips meeting his in a heated kiss as he gripped your thighs, moving you up the bed. "Gotta punish you, baby."

You only moaned against his lips as he ground against your wetness, removing your skirt. He picked up your hips, his lips immediately moving down to your stomach as he kissed along your underwear line. "Out here thinking I want anyone else's fucking pussy when I got yours." he moaned, his tongue moving out to lick along the line he had just kissed, ripping off your underwear as he dropped to his knees. You sat up, only for him to push your upper body back down as he placed your thighs onto his shoulders, slowly licking up your slit. "I'm going to have to show you how much I only want you, yeah?" he didn't give you a chance to respond as he began to lick and suck on your clit, moaning softly as your hands gripped his hair. His eyes rolled back at your taste, his tongue moving to lick everywhere in your pussy he could. You arched as he pushed a finger in, gripping the sheets as your hips ground to meet his tongue's rapid movements. He enjoyed the way you moaned his name, pulling back to spit roughly onto your pussy before diving back in, making you get louder. He looked up at you as you came undone, moaning as he cleaned you up before spitting back on your pussy once more.

He stood back to remove his clothes, watching you as you calmed down. As you opened your eyes, you noticed him crawling up the bed to hover over you, the bottom half of his face wet. His free hand slowly made its way back down your body, cupping your pussy, making you whine. "I gotta prepare you for me, baby. Gotta prep this tight pussy for this cock, right?" You nodded, moaning softly as he pushed a finger into you, followed by another one immediately. "How are you still so fucking tight?" he moved his fingers in and out of you at a rough pace, leaning down to meet your lips to muffle your loud moans. "You're so loud, Y/N. It's like you want everyone on the staff to hear how good I'm making you feel." His fingers curled as he finished his words, making you moan louder, much to his happiness. "Oh sounds like you would like that, wouldn't you? Want them to come in here with their cameras and take pictures and videos of how slutty you look right now?"

"More, baby please," you didn't know what you wanted, only knowing that you wanted more of this soccer player who was currently three fingers deep in you. He tilted his head at your plea, moving to sit up on his knees and move your head to face his cock, slowly pushing it into your mouth, making him groan loudly. "There you go, baby. There's more for my good girl." You moaned around his length, moving your head as he continued to finger you, your head soon matching the pace of his fingers. He moaned at the sight, curling his fingers as you took him down your throat, his hand moving to grip your hair as he began to fuck your throat and move his fingers faster. "That's my good girl, letting me have my way with her. Don't worry, baby, you'll get a nice reward when you cum for me." His thumb moved to play with your clit, moaning when you moaned around his dick, coming on his fingers. He hurriedly pulled them out, placing them into his mouth as he pulled out from your mouth, watching as a string of saliva and precum left your lips. He rushed down to kiss you, moving you so your legs were on his shoulders.

"You think this pussy is ready for me now, baby?" he asked as he moved his dick up and down your pussy, making you moan as you nodded. He nodded as well as he pushed in, moaning at good you felt as he dug his fingers into your thighs. He paused once he was fully inside of you, but not so you could adjust. He took a minute to catch his breath before he asked "you're mine, right?"

You had to pause at his question, trying to focus as you could feel how he slowly ground against you. He soon repeated his question, this time grinding a bit harder, making you moan loudly. "Yes, yes I'm your's Guesung, fuck."

"I'm yours too, Y/N. I'm all yours. This dick is yours, baby. Don't go to anyone else to get pleasure because I'm right here to give it to you. You don't even have to ask me, just sit on me. If you want it while we're filming, I'll give it to you. You want it during half time during a soccer game, hop the fuck on."

He leaned down, pressing your knees against your breasts as he began to pound into you, moving his hips roughly as he gripped the sheets by your head. "This dick is yours, Y/N. This pussy is mine. I gotta fuck you so your pussy only remembers my cock, only remembers how long and thick it is. Want my imprint in your pussy, baby."

"Guesung, fuck, harder please," you dug your nails into his shoulders as he picked up the pace, his dick hitting your spot. He kissed you messily as the sound of skin slapping filled the room along with messy kissing noises and moans, urging him on as he fucked you harder. His hands moved from the sheets to your hair, gripping it as he fucked you as hard as he could, slamming in and out of you as you came, squirting over him. "Gimmie one more, Y/N, show me that his pussy can take this dick." You saw stars as you came hard, your body arching as he slowed down before pulling out. You felt like you could fall asleep, your eyes closing as he pulled away from your body. Before you could fall asleep, though, he gently tapped your cheek, having you open your eyes to his still-hard dick that was glistening.

"You made a mess on me, baby. You better come clean this up," he smirked as you moved closer to his dick, taking it in your mouth as his hands moved into your hair. He tossed his head back to rest against the headboard, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as you bobbed your head. "That's a good girl, baby. Show me how much you love this dick, your dick." You moaned around him, your hands coming to rest on his muscular thighs as he began to fuck your throat once more. You couldn't help but watch as he came undone; his body shaking, his abs tensing before relaxing, one of his hands leaving your hair before going into his hair. He waited until you swallowed all of his cum, pulling it out of your mouth as you started kissing and biting his thighs. "Don't do that, baby. Gonna make me horny again." You chuckled against one of his thighs, pressing a kiss to the inside, making him moan once more before he quickly leaned down to kiss you.

The room became filled with the sounds of you both making out, heavy breaths, and a feeling of love as you both laid down. As he pulled back to kiss along your shoulder, you thought back to something he had said. "Why did you talk about me having to go somewhere else to get pleasure?"

"Ex cheated on me,'' Guesung moved to hold you close, rubbing your back. "While I was at a game in Brazil, she cheated on me with some random guy."

"Did she also want to take you back and have a foursome?" Guesung paused at your words, pulling back to look at you in shock. "My ex did that." you laughed, explaining to him what happened. He shook his head in shock, pulling a cover over you both. You laid your head onto his chest, closing your eyes as he rubbed your back, comforting you as you told him about your exes, both of you laughing about it.

As you began to fall asleep, he kissed your head, whispering "I love you, Y/N." You pressed a kiss to his chest, mumbling back that you did too before you both fell asleep.

~~~~~

The next few weeks went by fast once you rejoined the others at the villa. Guesung would sneak out to come to see you in between his dates with the other women, all for the sake of the show. You stopped feeling nervous during the rose ceremony as you knew he'd give you one. You honestly thought the show should end early as he already said he only wanted to be with you, both saying I love you to one another whenever possible.

You enjoyed the dates as well, traveling with him and meeting his young nephews and nieces that instantly clung to you. You were, to his parents, already part of his family. You were the one for their son.

When the final rose ceremony came, you put on the wedding dress the staff brought you. The last rose ceremony was where he proposed to whoever he wanted to marry, the last two being you and Tracy. As you made your way to the room you were told to stand in, you noticed Guesung was in Tracy's room. You knew she went first and trusted him, standing in the room as you waited. You hadn't felt nervous in so long but when Guesung entered, you felt them return. You didn't know if he would pick you as the fans were split between cheering for you and Tracy.

He took your hand, his thumb rubbing your hand as he looked up at you, smiling softly. "You look so nervous, Y/N," He chuckled, running his hands up and down to calm you down. "You know how I feel about you. You know I love you, but, let me prove it."

As he sunk to one knee, you felt your eyes well up once more. Every happy emotion you had felt from the whole experience came crashing down as he pulled out an engagement ring. "Y/N, I love you so much. From the moment I saw you by the water then on the red carpet I knew you were the one. You make me feel everything I've ever wanted to feel and more. I hope to make you feel the way I've felt throughout this whole thing for the rest of our life. So, will you allow me to, Y/N? Will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course."

You could only imagine how happy you looked on TV, your friends and family at home watching live as he slipped the ring onto your finger, picking you up before spinning you around, saying how much he loved you.

And you believed him.

When you both returned back to your lives post the show, you immediately had him meet everyone, who was happy that you found someone you loved and who loved you back (and who wouldn't cheat then ask for a foursome).

"Hungry?"

You snapped out of your daydream as he placed a plate of lasagna in front of you, kissing your temple. When he asked you what you were thinking about, you smiled. "Just thinking about how I won the bachelor." He rolled his eyes, remembering his time on that show and the drama, making you giggle.

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Jeremiah x reader

Summary: y/n Conklin is the middle sister of Steven and belly. You have been dating Conrad sense last summer but lately you have been noticing he was off. As summer is now approaching fast you can’t wait to see him and also hope you can figure out what is going on with him but you can’t believe what actually is in store for you.

Warnings: cursing, mention of death/cancer, cheating, possibly assault and smut

(Not my gif)

Every summer sense you could remember was spent in cousins with the fishers. You were the middle child of the Conklin’s, Steven is the oldest and belly is the baby. You and belly aren’t that far apart in age you are actually in the same year at school.

You and her have an ok relationship but you don’t have much in common. Belly is amazing at volleyball and the only time you have picked one up was a few summers ago and Steven hit it to hard and it nailed you right in the nose. Good to say you haven really picked one up sense and weren’t very good. You liked to stick to track and track sports.

You have always known belly has liked Conrad it was very obvious, Even Susanna knew. You all knew belly was the favorite it was obvious I mean she was the baby of the family. Susanna used to tell you she knew at least one of you would end up with her boys and deep down you hoped it would be you. You always thought Susanna knew you liked Conrad to but didn’t tell you. She always called you the most mature and reasonable out of all of you. You were the one who solved the arguments or gave something up to make the rest happy and didn’t cause stupid fights. One time when Susanna bought everyone ice cream when all of you where at the boardwalk Steven and belly where fighting and Steven knocked belly’s ice cream out of her hand. Belly ran back to the moms like she always did. I tried to stop her knowing that it would just make everything worse but it didn’t work. Laural was always worried about money and felt bad when Susanna would buy things for us so she made Steven share hers with belly. Steven was so mad about it that he almost threw his away just to spite her but I gave belly line before he could. When Susanna asked I told her my stomach hurt from the rides so you didn’t even want it. She pulled you into a hug and told you how nice you were to everyone. You always worried about how nice or open hearted I guess you were laural always told you to be careful because people will take advantage of it. Conrad ended up sharing his with you. You think that was the moment you realized you liked him.

That was 3 years ago. Now you are on the way to cousins and can’t wait to see everyone especially Conrad. You guys have almost been saying for a year now. He asked you to be his girlfriend officially last summer and ofc you said yes. Ever since then though belly hasn’t been as open with you. You understand that she is upset but you couldn’t help it. You guys got in a giant fight when you told her like you expected but it didn’t make it any easier. Conrad told you it would be ok and she would get over it eventually and he would try to talk to her. You were always jealous of the two of them. They were super close I mean you guys were but in a different way. You have always been closer to Jeremiah. You guys did everything with each other especially When Steven and Conrad would randomly disappear to do their own thing. You had a tradition of sneaking out to the beach the first night and catching each other up on everything.

All of a sudden you get pulled out of you trance by belly obnoxiously singing from the passenger seat and Steven yelling from the drivers seat to shut up. You look over to your mom and see her silently laughing. You never see your mom this happy except in cousins. But this year she seems even happier I don’t know if it’s she’s just excited, happy to be divorced which was still pretty fresh from everyone and hurt for you still or , the fact her book was going good and she had a meeting about it today.

Belly looks back at me still singing and I chime in now singing just as loud and we both start laughing with Steven says “ I’m this close to cutting my ears off and pulling this car over right now if you both don’t shut up”

You and belly both look at each other and sing even louder and Steven looks and that both of you and lets out a loud groan.

You guys stop at the convenience store before you guys head to the house you decide that you want to wait in the car instead of go in. When everyone gets back belly has a huge smile on her face and Steven looks disgusted. You’re about to ask what happened but then your mom gets back in the car you tell yourself to ask Steven later because you doubt belly will tell you. Before you know it you’re pulling up to the summer house.

Steven immediately b-lined it out of the car as soon as he saw Jeremiah come out of the house my mom followed after. You are about to the get out of the car as you see belly fixing her hair and you immediately feel a twig of jealousy. “Come belly you can do that later” you tell her and she gives you a small nod almost looking mad.

You get out of the car and immediately see Jeremiah giving your mom a hug. He spots you from behind her and you see the biggest goofiest smile that you have only ever seen on jere. As soon as he gets to you his arms surround you. I mean he has always been taller than you but he has definitely grown some. I knew he was in football now and he definitely had more muscle but he is also taller 6 feet if not taller. While you have stayed around 5,3 5,4. “You have changed so much” I tell him as I pull back from the hug “ so did you” he says “ I mean I know I have kinda seen you a few mouth ago but..” he takes a step back to fully look at you.

I mean you have changed a lot in the last year you’re now on the bigger side of a C cup and have filled out more in other places but you also feel a little different. It also hasn’t been that long since you have Jere technically. You and Conrad try to go out and see each other every few mouths or sooner when you get the chance but he is really busy with football and you are very focused on school so the trips are usually short and don’t really get a chance to see Jeremiah or Susanna much. “I see your not the only who changed” Jeremiah says loud enough so that belly who is behind you can hear as he moves to give her a hug picking her up and spinning her.

You see Susanna at the door and you see what almost looks like pride and so much love in her eyes. You go up to her and give her the biggest hug ever. “I’ve missed you so much” you tell her “it’s only been a few months sweetie” “Exactly it’s been to long” you respond with holding back the biggest smile as she kisses your forehead.

You look over your shoulder and see Conrad come into view. Susanna looks over “ go say hi don’t let me stop you” she tells you “ thank you” you tell her giving her one more squeeze before heading over to him.

Your smile is so big now you have missed Conrad so much. As you walk over to him you can’t help to notice who he is staring at, belly. You try to not think into and just tell yourself he hasn’t seen her in a long time longer then you at it’s nothing but you can’t help but be a little jealous. When he sees you in his peripheral vision he immediately turns to you. You can’t help but notice the sadness and almost disappoint in his eyes before he covers it up with a smile. You jump into his arms and immediately Barrie your face in his chest. “Ive missed you so much” you tell him almost coming out as a mumble because your face is in his shirt. His hand comes up to your hair before he tilts your chin up to kiss you and says “I have missed you so much more”.

You guys don’t get many more words out before Jeremiah and Steven yell from where they are standing “I think it’s time for a belly flopppp”. You immediately look at them and at belly before the boys start chasing her and she doesn’t get far. As the Carry her to the pool you go ahead of them to open the gate and watch as the count the three and throw her in. Before you know it Jeremiah and Steven get that look that you have seen many times before. They all run at you and you don’t even get 3 steps before they are throwing you in the pool to. Your immediately surrounded by water and as you come up to the surface for a breath the boys are all hunched over laughing except for Conrad who is barley laughing in the corner. You and belly look at each other knowing what to do. “Owwww my ankle hurts guy seriously can someone help me” belly says to the boys. Conrad immediately comes up concerned and you can’t help but feel the same jealousy you did earlier. He reaches his hand out to belly and she pulls him in.

Steven and Jeremiah are now laughing even harder. “Ok guys I’m done, jere please help me out” you ask him “Ok ok fine” he tells you also giving you his hand before you pull him in to.

Steven looks to be in tears now and jere asks him “come on bro don’t you want to be apart of the fun”. “No im good on missing this fun” he tells us still laughing as he walks inside.

You over to see what happened to Conrad and see him and belly inches apart staring at each other before belly pushes him away and you can hear her barley say “what’s your problem” before swimming away.

What the fuck was that, you didn’t even want to know but something pinged inside your chest. You got out after belly went inside and no one stopped you. Conrad didn’t even say anything

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