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Chapter Two: The Ticket and Your Shitty Car

Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lots of angst (sorry folks), mentions of anxiety and bullying, cigarette smoking, Eddie and Steve being sexy, kissing 👀, Reader is in their mid 20s and Steve and Eddie are in their early to mid 40s. Lemme know if i've missed anything.

**THERE WILL BE LOTS SMUT 18+ CONTENT EVENTUALLY SO MINORS THIS IS NOT A SPACE FOR YOU, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED,IF YOU DONT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO I WILL LIKELY ASSUME YOU'RE A MINOR AND BLOCK. DM/ASK FOR ANY QUESTIONS THANKS!<3**

Summary: After a few weeks of getting closer to Eddie and Steve feelings bubble to the surface

Authors Note: I'm so excited for this chapter and the rest of the series i've been having so much fun writing this! I've never written angst before so i'm interested in the response it'll get! And I pinky promise ya'll are getting smut in the next chapter 😈 7k words

**Chapter One Chapter Three Chapter Four**

A couple days had gone by since your first interactions with the two men that have been plaguing both your waking thoughts and your dreams. You’ve woken up more than once this week from your body buzzing and your panties soaked through. Lips on skin, rough hands on your hips, deep voices whispering in your ear. Groaning yourself fully awake and grabbing your vibrator to finish the job, that isn’t nearly as good as whatever was happening in your dreams.

Because of these dreams it made it impossible to look at Steve during class, only looking when you absolutely had to. Avoiding Mr. Munson was a bit easier, he either wasn’t home much when you were with Violet, or he was in the garage. You convinced yourself that you would just eventually get over your little crushes, and if you just avoided them long enough then things would go back to normal, and you’d have your sanity back.

But things didn’t quite work out that way. After you had gotten your ticket on the first day, you decided you would just pay it off yourself, to avoid another possibly embarrassing interaction with Steve. You had your parking pass now so you wouldn’t get another ticket. But you had a busy week with assignments and kept forgetting to take care of it. By the end of the week, you had completely forgotten about it, until Fridays sociology class. It was a normal class; Steve was talking about the theoretical approach to sociology. At the end of class, you were supposed to hand in your paper on Social Darwinism, you had spent many late nights making sure that this paper specifically was perfect. The problem was that when you were meant to hand it in at the end of class, you couldn’t find it, and you were starting to panic. Almost all the other students had left or were in the process of handing in their papers and you were left anxiously digging through your bookbag.

“Oh, how the tables turn, need some help there?”

You freeze, looking up from the familiar black converse that you could see next to your bookbag. Your anxious eyes are met with playful honey brown ones, that make you relax slightly.

“Sorry no I’m good I know it’s in here somewhere,” you reply a little anxious. You didn’t want your professor to think that this was any reflection of you as a student or your work ethic.

Steve watches you dig through your bag for another few seconds when you finally find it, in a folder you don’t remember putting it in. When you get the folder out of your bookbag, the ticket sitting at the bottom of your bag falls out onto the floor right at Steves feet. You’re too busy to notice, trying to make sure all of the pages of your paper are in order, and you have all your sources. When you finally look up from the papers in front of you, you see Steve holding the ticket that you got on the first day of school.

You panic and look up and into his eyes, he doesn’t look mad, but he looks confused. “I thought I told you I’d fix this for you if you ever got a ticket. Why didn’t you tell me?” he said.

“I- I didn’t want to bother with you something so silly, I was going to pay it, but with a bunch of papers due, I just forgot I’m sorry,” you blurt out.

Steve raises his hand to silence your apologies casually, and you’re ready for him to yell at you or at the very least be disappointed in you.

Shit, why did you not just pay it the day you got it?

“It’s not your fault honey, there’s no need for you to apologize, okay?” he says warmly. Your shoulders relax a bit more, his voice giving you reassurance.

“I swear I really did mean to pay it, I just didn’t want to bother you,” you confess.

Steves eyes soften. “Y/N you are never a bother, plus it's my fault for being the worst teacher in history and not giving you a parking pass.” He jokes.

“Steve you’re one of my favorite teachers, nowhere near my list of worst teachers.” You reveal.

He smiles widely and raises his eyebrow; you swear you can feel your insides thaw. With the playful look on his face, he almost seems younger, you could only imagine how attractive he was when he was younger, even just a glimpse is enough to make your stomach do flips.

“Oh so there IS list? Well, I demand to know where I am on your favorite teachers list, maybe it’ll give me motivation to try harder in class.” He winks at you in retort. You swear you could cum in your pants right now, how dare he be so beautiful and perfect, and funny.

You think hard for a second, you can’t put him first you think his ego probably couldn’t handle it, also it would just bring you more embarrassment. But he very easily is your favorite teacher, he makes jokes during class, makes sure his lectures are easy to understand and enjoyable, and seems to genuinely care about all his students, it’s very hard to rank any teacher above him.

“I hope your ego can handle it Steve, but you’re second.” you gush.

“You wound me, SECOND? That’s basically failure I demand to know who could possibly rank higher than me?” he jokingly stands up straighter, adjusts his tie, and holds his hand to his heart.

Damn, you hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Uh, Professor Buckley, my Gender Studies Professor, I love her class,” you confess.

Steves eyes couldn’t roll farther back into his head even if he tried, you almost worried that they’d get stuck.

“You’re telling me, my best friend has already won you over? I’ve sat in on some of her classes and there is no way that Robin is funnier than I am!” he exclaimed as he puts his hands on his hips.

“You know Professor Buckley.. er Robin? Also, you definitely top her in the funny department, how did I know you wouldn’t be satisfied with second.” you retort easily. You could get used to this, the casual flirting, smiling with your professor, it felt easier than breathing. Once you got over the fact that he was one of the most handsome men that you’ve ever seen in your whole life.

“Know her? She’s been my best friend since high school, and a major pain in my ass. Second place is basically losing, everyone knows that babe.” The pet name slipped off his tongue so effortlessly.

Your eyes must have gone wide because Steve looks slightly embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck.

Babe babe babe babe babe babe babe HE CALLED YOU BABE

“Well then I guess you gotta step it up Professor.” you reply, trying to ease the tension in the room.

He smiles at you gratefully, “yeah I guess so,” he chuckles.

“Anyways I don’t want to keep you again for the second time this week, I’ll see you in class on Monday Steve.” you say as you go to stand up and walk past him. You’re about halfway to the door before you hear him call out.

“Hey, wait up, uh why don’t you come with me to my office so I can get that parking ticket taken care of for you,” he explains.

“You sure? I don’t want to make you late for your next class.”

“I’m the one who got you into this mess, please let me help you fix it?” he asks gently.

“Lead the way professor,”you answer playfully.

He smiles that flashy Steve Harrington smile and shows you the way towards his office.

“It’s just down this hallway,” he shares.

Then you feel him put his hand at the small of your back guiding you into a room on the righthand side, his touch lights your body on fire. It takes everything in you not to lean into his touch. You can smell his cologne, now that you’re so close to him. It’s a fairly clean scent with hints of musk and spice at the end, a more modern scent then you expected from a man his age. It only makes you want him more, to lean in closer and smell his scent mixed with the cologne.

You’re snapped out of your daze when Steve picks up the phone receiver and punches in a phone number. His fingers almost covered the buttons on the phone, and it made your legs squeeze together, thinking back to the multiple dreams you had about those specific fingers all over you. Steve looks up at you smiling lightly, surely just trying to fill the silence that filled the room. You hoped he hadn’t magically learned how to read minds in the short walk from his classroom to his office or you’d be toast.

His office wasn’t anything glamorous, it was an average size, with a nice desk and comfy looking chair, and big window with a view that overlooked the campus. The only thing making it uniquely his are the loads of pictures of him and Professor Buckley, and a few other guys and girls that looked around his age or maybe a bit younger. Documenting various birthdays, weddings, and get togethers.

While Steve is on the phone you take a moment to look at them, you see a picture of Steve being Professor Buckleys best man in her wedding to a pretty woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes. They all looked so happy, it made you smile, it looked like a really special day. Also noting that there are no wedding photos of him or pictures of him with a girlfriend, making your heart internally soar.

When you finally tear your eyes away from the photos, you hear the end of a conversation Steve is having with someone on the phone.

“Thanks again Reg, I promise it won’t happen again. Yeah, you too, take care. Say hi to the wife and kids for me," he said.

He puts down the receiver and looks at where you’re standing, and gestures to the photo you’re looking at.

“Yeah, Robins wedding! It was a really great day,” he reminisces. He goes onto explain that Robin ended up marrying his ex from High School, Nancy Wheeler. You smile and nod along to the anecdotes he talks about that day, trying to absorb everything he tells you about his life like a sponge.

“And by the end of the night Lucas and Max lead everyone in a impromptu sing-a-long to Never Ending Story, It was hilarious,” He says. You could combust, you can see just how clearly he loves his friends and how much they mean to him. He shakes his head and smiles wide at the memory, his smile being infectious, you smile back at him.

“Sounds like really good time Steve,” you reply.

“Yeah, it was, it really was.” he shares, he seems a little lost in thought for a moment before smiling up at you. “Sorry I don’t mean to bore you with my stories of the old days, I don’t get to gush about the people I love very often, so its nice to have someone listen," He confessed.

Your heart melts, he’s such a sweetheart. “No no please, I enjoy hearing them, makes you more a person than just my teacher. Plus, maybe at some point you’ll slip up and tell me something embarrassing about yourself. Then you’re done for Harrington,” you jab.

He raises his eyebrows at you and looks impressed. “That’ll never happen, I’ve never done anything embarrassing in my life ever,” he states sarcastically.

“Well, I’ll just have to ask Professor Buckley, my favorite teacher, about it won’t I?” you interject.

His face goes from his handsome boyish grin to fake terror in a split second, “I will give you whatever grade you want in my class if you don’t do that, she’d go on for hours, might even keep you after class just to rub it in my face.”

You could tell that there was some truth to his words, and you know your gender studies professor well enough to know that she really would just rip him a new one. You giggle back at him, unable to keep it in.

“She really would tear you to shreds, wouldn’t she?” you cackle. His face softens, “Yes she’s evil, just awaiting my downfall I swear!” he smiles softly at you.

You both look at each other a bit longer before Steve clears his throat. “Anyways um, I talked to the guy in campus security and you’re good to go, you don’t have to pay the ticket,” He spoke.

You had honestly completely forgotten that was the reason you were even in his office; his demeanor makes you feel at home in your own skin and were just happy to not have anxious thoughts rolling around inside of your head.

“Oh, right yeah, thank you so much, you really didn’t need to go through all this trouble for me,” you said.

“No trouble at all, really. I should probably get going though, my next class starts soon.” he explained looking at the very expensive looking watch on his wrist.

You try your best not to show your disappointment, wishing to stay in this little bubble with him a bit longer.

“Of course, yeah. Thank you again Steve,” you respond.

He leads you back out the door with his hand on your back again, maybe this time a bit firmer than the last, and you weren’t complaining. You both wave your goodbyes for the weekend before you head out to the parking lot, and he heads towards his next class.

You were relieved to be going home, this first week of school has tested you mentally and emotionally and you were ready for a little break. You hop in your car, and twist your key in the ignition, but to your surprise, instead of your car roaring to life like it usually does. It just stalled, unable to start. You try the ignition a few more times before you rest your head on your steering wheel.

Just your fucking luck

You take your phone out of your jean pocket and call Violet to see if she knows any good mechanics in the area. But you only get her voicemail. “Come on Vi,”you mutter to yourself, trying her cell again and again. Only to get her voicemail each and every time. You couldn’t very well leave your car in the parking lot overnight, then you’d surely get another ticket. But what other option did you have?

You make the decision to call Violet’s home phone, thinking maybe she’s too engrossed in a TV show or something to see her phone going off. It rings a few times before someone picks up.

“Munson residence.” a deep familiar voice answers the phone.

Shit

“Hi Mr. Munson, is Vi there?” you reply.

“Nah she left about an hour or two ago to head to work, everything okay?” he asks a slight concern in his voice.

“Oh uh yeah, my- my car just isn’t starting and I don’t know any mechanics in the area who could come and take a look at it,” you respond anxiously

You hear what you assume is him blowing out some smoke from his mouth, you shake your head trying to stay on track.

“Any mechanic out here is gonna charge you an arm an a leg to come look at your car right before the weekend, let me come and take a look at it myself,” he suggests.

Your body runs cold, you couldn’t deal with another interaction with BOTH of them in the same day again, you’d burst into flames.

“Oh gods no that’s really okay Mr. Munson. I’ll just leave my car here overnight its no big deal, I’ll just walk home its not that far,” You babble anxiously.

You hear him scoff on the other end of the phone, “What do you mean walk home? Where are you Y/N?” his tone getting a bit more serious than the lighthearted goofy tone you usually get from him.

“I’m at school, it’s fine really, my apartment isn’t that far from-,” you squeak.

“Let me just grab my tools and I’ll meet you in the parking lot, which building are you in front of?” he interjects, you can hear some rustling on the other end of the phone.

“I-,“ you think about arguing with him but you know that in the end Mr. Munson is a stubborn man and you will lose. “I’m in front of the Humanities and Social Sciences building, its right by-,“ you confess.

He chuckles “Oh yeah I know the one, be there in a sec, hang tight.” he says before hanging up the phone.

You bring your phone down onto your lap in defeat. You hide in your car until you see his car pull up, you don’t need anyone seeing you, especially a certain sociology professor. His big black truck pulls into the space next to you, and you get out of your car to greet him.

“Hey thanks for coming all the way out here, I hope I didn’t take you away from anything or anyone,” you look up at him innocently. He stands about a foot away from you, but even then, you could see just how much taller he is than you. He could probably use you as an arm rest.

He gives you an easy-going smile, “No problem at all sweetheart, I’m happy to help!” You give him the keys and he goes to try and start the car and it stalls again and he clicks his tongue.

Your mind going back to the dreams you’ve had of his tongue on you, on your skin. You shiver at the thought, and you squeeze your arms around you willing yourself not to fall apart.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice, too preoccupied with opening the hood and looking inside. He takes off his leather jacket and lays it on top of the hood and rolls up his sleeves. He fiddles around inside of the hood for a few seconds before popping his head around the corner.

“Looks like your spark plug is shot, I have an extra on me in case of emergencies, it’s your lucky day pretty lady,” He announces cheerily.

Pretty lady

“Oh, thank you Mr. Munson, you’re a life saver!” you beam.

He looks at you again one more time, studying you for the second time this week, he looks like he’s contemplating something in his head. His eyes are like lasers on your skin, heating you up from the inside.

“It’s Eddie, you can call me Eddie honey, you’ve known me long enough.” he says as he smiles at you, the edges of his eyes crinkling.

You can’t help but smile back, “Okay, thanks, E-eddie,” you stammer out. His name feeling so odd on your tongue, he’s your best friend’s dad, would Violet think its weird that you call him by his first name now?

He smiles contently like he made the right decision and goes back to working on your car. You lean against his car just watching him work, seeing how his hands knowingly move on all the parts of your car that you don’t even know the names of, only being able to identify the windshield wiper fluid cap and oil fill cap. You look at his now uncovered arms that you didn’t see the last time you got a good look at him, you could see right near his left wrist Violets name tattooed in beautiful cursive, and D20 right above his left elbow. You see how veiny his hands and arms are, probably due to years of playing the guitar and working on various motorcycles and cars.

“So, what are you going to school for?” he says, looking at you through the corner of his eye while he works.

“Psychology mostly,” you reply easily.

“What do you want to do with it? Your degree?” he responds.

“I’d love to work with kids, I felt like no one ever listened to me as a kid, so I’d love to be able to be a safe space for kids to express themselves.” You shared, this was something you’ve been passionate for a while, wanting to work with kids. Giving them something that you never got when you were a kid, a place where they felt understood even if they didn’t feel like that at home.

He looks up at you from his work with an impressed look on his face, “That’s really fucking cool Y/N, I wish stuff like that had been around when I was a kid. Woulda made Middle School and High School a lot more bearable for me, trust me.”

Your heartbreaks at his confession, you figured that he probably wasn’t always the suave sexy metal head that he is now, and he probably got teased a lot when he was a kid. It reminded you of your own experiences in school, teased and never really fitting in anywhere. Violet went through something similar except it never really seemed to bother her, she was always the type of kid that always knew who she was and didn’t let anyone get in her way. You always admired that about her.

“Honestly me too,” you confess.

Eddie raises an eyebrow at you, “No way, You and Vi had loads of friends in Middle School,” he says.

“Yeah, in Middle School sure, but high school was brutal without her there, kids are mean.” You say sadly, rubbing your boot into the asphalt trying to wash away depressing memories of eating in the bathroom and crying yourself to sleep at night.

Eddie scrunches his eyebrows together and nods knowingly, sharing that feeling. “Yeah, teenagers are fucking assholes.”

You nod knowingly, as Eddie steps around the front of your car to get into the driver’s seat, scootching closing to you, grabbing the side of your waist as he passes you. You take a shallow breath, and your mouth runs dry. His hand felt so perfect on your waist, like it belonged there… and then your mind wanders to Steve, his touch felt the same way.

Eddie got into the front seat and turned your key in the ignition, and sure enough your car roared to life.

“Huzzahh!” Eddie cheered, getting out of the driver’s seat and bowing to you. A smile plastered across his face in triumph.

“There ya go honey good as new, although you should stop by the house sometime, so I can put a new battery in your car, it looks like it’s about to take a shit on you, and I want you to be safe during the Winter.” He says casually wiping the oil and grease off his fingers with the rag in his tool kit.

He wants you to be safe

“That would be great, thank you again, honestly I don’t know what I would have done without you. What do I owe you Eddie?” you ask. Surely, he’d want some compensation for driving all the way out here on a Friday, probably ruining his plans to come help his daughters best friend with her car.

“On the house, and don’t fight me on this I’m not accepting any money from you.” He says slightly stern but in a way that makes you smile lightly.

“I’ll figure out a way to make it up to you or something, do you like cookies? I’ll bake you some cookies for all your help,” you insist.

“IF you happen to make double chocolate chip cookies and bring them over to the house, for Violet of course, I wouldn’t say no to one or two,” he says slyly.

“I’ll bring them over this weekend.” you say determined to not be in debt to him.

He packs his tools back into the trunk of his truck and shrugs his leather jacket back on, “I’ll hold you to that sweetheart.” he winks at you before getting back into his truck and waving to you as he drives off the lot.

You get back into your newly fixed car and drive home to your apartment, first thing on the agenda, a very cold shower.

The next few weeks had been an absolute whirlwind of epic proportions. Steve came back with your grades for your latest paper, and when yours got passed to you, at the top of your paper, “SEE ME AFTER CLASS” was written in blue pen. After class he explained that he was “very impressed” with your work and effort you spent on your paper and asked you to be his TA and help him a couple of days a week. Help him with grading papers, answering any questions your classmates had on assignments or class subjects, and help with lectures for upcoming classes. You couldn’t have said yes faster, not only did you have a huge massive crush on him. But you genuinely enjoyed his class and were excited to prove yourself. On those days you spent most of the time after your classes, spent huddled in his office with him grading papers or talking about different upcoming subjects you were going to learn in class. It was becoming one of your favorite parts of your day, you always left his office in the best mood. Plus, the flirting and your attraction to him only grew during this time, you noticed he started going more and more out of his way to touch you, or holding eye contact with you longer than was probably appropriate. You welcomed it, Steve made you feel like you were on cloud nine, some nights the two of you were left in his office until after dark, after all the work was done, just flirting and talking about life. Eating shitty takeout food that he’d grab from the cafeteria or the two of you would order in.

He always treated you with respect letting you talk about your feelings or whatever was on your mind, you eventually opening up to him about why you wanted to go into psychology, and he opened up to you about how he hadn’t always been the way he is now, and how there are parts of his past he’s ashamed of. The two of you bonded over your lack of family you had in your life, you told him about your parents basically ditching you after graduation and he told you about how his parents cut him off when he told them what decided what he wanted to do with his life and hadn’t heard much from him since. He reassured you that the only family that actually mattered was your chosen family and the people who love you that you let into your little corner of the world. You talked about your views on the world and your dreams. You liked that about him, that he listened to you and how modest and genuine he is, you assumed at first glance that someone with good looks like him and his upbringing he’d have an large ego. Which wasn’t entirely wrong, but not in a bad way. You’d come to really like Steve Harrington, he had an ego the size of a lake but a heart to match.

Which made it even more confusing on the days that you didn’t spend in his office. See you had saved up enough money for school and your expenses for the first couple of weeks, but that money only stretched so far. So, you looked for a job, and you became desperate. Being in a college town, good jobs that weren’t already taken by other college students were far and few between and being a TA wasn’t enough. So, one night after school when you were at Violets, Eddie overheard you talking about your dilemma, and offered you a job working for him. Eddie worked as a record producer and worked closely with a few music managers who were looking for social media manager. Which you happily accepted, there were no set hours and you could do a majority of your work in your pjs at home unless you needed to get Eddies opinion on something then you’d spend time out in the garage with him while he gave you advice or things the label is looking for in terms of the clients image or engagement numbers you needed to hit.

Sometimes you’d even make up excuses just to go over and spend time with him in the garage. He was patient with you while you slowly opened up to him about things that had happened over the past few years that you never wanted to worry Violet with, cheating boyfriends, bad friends, financial problems, and he took it all with stride, listening to and giving advice where he could. He’d spend time reminiscing about the “glory days” when his band, Corroded Coffin, used to play gigs every weekend at the hideout, a small bar on the outside of town. Or when he was in high school, he ran a club in school called the Hellfire Club where all his friends would play DnD, he even showed you that he got Hell Fire tattooed across his knuckles. You’d spend hours over there just tucked away in Eddies little corner of the house, sometimes he’d play songs for you on his guitar, or when he found out you had never played DnD he spent a few nights teaching you all the basics in case you ever wanted to play. You liked the way you felt when you were around Eddie, in a similar way that Steve did, Eddie quieted your thoughts of self-doubt and anxiety that usually swirled around in your head. You really liked Eddie, and it made your feelings even more confused because you felt guilty keeping all of this from Violet. You didn’t know how she would react to you having a crush on her dad, and you never wanted to put your friendship with her in danger. She was basically the only family you had, and you intended to keep it that way, even if it meant keeping your crush on her father a secret.

It all came to a head about a month later. You were staying late in Steve’s office grading papers while he was reading over some scientific studies that he was going to go over in class that following week. You were reading over a specific paper, a girl who sat behind you in class, who giggled at Steve during the first day of class. She had a lot of typos in her paper, and you had a hard time following her methods and asked for Steves opinion. He got up from his desk and went over to the other side of his desk where you were sitting, hovering over you so his face was close to yours. You loved when he did this, being able to see the honey bits in his eyes or the way his eyebrows scrunch together when he was thinking really hard, or how he ran his tongue along his lips to wet them.

For some reason the air in the room seems extra electrified, the tension being so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Your breath hitched as he got extra close to read a specific part in the paper, you could smell his cologne so clearly it was intoxicating. Steve turned to you to tell you what points to dock from her paper, but you didn’t hear a single word he was saying, it was all drowned out by the lust you felt for him. You think he could sense it too, his eyes kept flickering between your eyes and your lips.

Oh gods was this really happening?

You could see his face getting closer and closer to yours, you closed your eyes, bracing for impact. Your heart was beating faster than you ever thought humanly possible. And then, he kissed you. More intensely than you’d ever been kissed before, he started out soft, testing the waters. Slowly brushing his lips against yours, working up intensity until his tongue prodded your lips asking for an invitation in. The invitation happily accepted by you, you welcomed him in with your lips and sighed into the kiss, allowing your hand to grasp at the hairs at the nape of his neck. He held onto the side of your face like if he let go, you’d vanish. You kissed like this for a minute or two, lips melding together and tongues intertwining. He tasted like his spearmint gum that he chews sometimes, and his lips were softer than you ever thought humanly possible.

But as quickly as it started, it stopped. Steve de-tangled himself from your grip and stood back.

“Fuck, holy shit, I- Y/N I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that. I’m your teacher for Christ’s sake… FUCK!” he shouted.

You jump at the volume of his voice, you were not used to this Steve, or the tone he was using. He paced around the room for a few minutes, and you looked at your shoes embarrassed. Embarrassed because you weren’t sorry it happened. You had been dreaming for weeks about what his lips would feel like or what he'd taste like.

“I’m not Steve, you don’t need to be sorry because.. because I wanted it to happen, I’ll only be your student for a few more months and then after that we can do whatever we want,” you blurt out in desperation. Allowing the thoughts and dreams that hide in your head to spill out of your mouth. Steve sighs and sits back down in his chair, taking his glasses off his face and pinching the bridge of his nose with his middle finger and thumb.

“I- I think you should just go Y/N, I need to figure out what to do. This shouldn’t have happened and I’m sorry it did,” he murmurs.

His words act like daggers in your heart, stealing all the breath from your lungs. All the worst-case scenarios that played out in your head when you felt insecure, now playing out right in front of you. You were angry, you know he feels the same way but he’s too much of a coward to do anything about it.

“Fuck you Steve, fuck you!” you bite out through your teeth, not allowing the tears to flow from your eyes, just yet. He just rejected you, the last thing you wanted was for him to see you cry. You pack up all the things that had been splayed-out all over Steve’s desk, shoving them into your bookbag, and storming out of the room.

Before you’re even out of the building the tears start streaming down your face, you choke back sobs as you get into your car. You bury your head in your hands, your shoulders shaking from how hard you were crying. You can’t go home, you thought. Not to an empty apartment where it’s even more apparent just how alone you are.

You put the key into the ignition and go to the only other place in town that you can think of going to, Violet’s house. You prayed to any god that could hear you, that Violet was home, but Eddie was not. You did not want him to see you like this, especially over a guy. He’d heard all the pathetic stories of love that hadn’t worked out you didn’t need to add another to the list.

Somehow luck was on your side with this, Eddie’s car was not in the driveway, only Violets. You get out of the car, not even bothering to lock it and run up to the door and let yourself inside with the key Violet had given you after your first week in Hawkins. Tears still streaming down your face, you take in your new surroundings; Violet was sitting on the couch watching some dumb rom com and eating popcorn. She looks startled by the sudden intrusion and the state you were in. Your mascara all smudged, and you had tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N? What happened?” she coos. She gets off the couch and walks over to you, her face softens when she gets closer to you, her face now shrouded in worry. She pulls you fiercely into a hug and just lets you cry on her shoulder. Eventually she brings you over to the couch and she gets you to tell her the events that have unfolded. She listened intently while you told her about your professor and how you felt about him, and then about how he rejected you after a mind-blowing kiss. She held your hand the entire time, rubbing soothing circles into your hand.

Just as you had finished telling her what happened you heard the familiar jingle of the doorknob and the heavy boots that followed. You couldn’t look at him right now, not when you looked like this.

“Hey, hey party people, I didn’t know you were coming over tonight I shoulda got more beer from the store!” Eddie sang. The closer Eddie got to you he realized something was off and stopped in his tracks.

“Now’s not a good time dad,” Violet said, still focusing her attention on you.

“What happened? Y/N are you okay? Are you hurt? Did something happen with your car?” his questions flying by you a million miles a minute. Too exhausted to say anything you let Violet speak for you.

“She kissed a guy at school, and he rejected her,” Violet says as softly as she can.

“Y/N kissed a guy at school?” he said, you could hear an edge in his voice that made you flinch slightly.

“Yes, dad god did you have to repeat it? She’s been through enough tonight. Come Y/N lets go upstairs.” She says clearly annoyed with her dad’s lack of empathy.

You couldn’t bear to look at Eddie, so you allow Violet to usher you upstairs into her room. You two cuddle up in her bed, she lets you borrow some clothes to spend the night in and gives you a makeup wipe to wash the mascara and mostly cried off eyeliner off your face. You felt so taken care of by her, you remember you used to do this for her in Middle School when boys would be shitheads to her, it took a lot to break Violet, but boys are the worst.

At some point Violet fell asleep when you guys were listening to a true crime podcast, you felt your tummy grumble and slowly slipped out of her room to find a snack in the kitchen. You were so worked up after the incident with Steve you had forgotten to eat something more than a few handfuls of popcorn. Downstairs was more quiet than usual, you couldn’t hear soft metal music coming from the garage or Eddies light humming. You assumed maybe he had gone out for the night.

Until he scared the shit out of you sitting at the kitchen table, silently. He looked upset, nursing a glass of amber liquid in his hand.

“Holy fuck you scared me, warn a woman, jeez!” you say, sounding a little more like your normal self when your alone with him. Usually, Eddie would retort with a smart-ass remark, but instead you got silence and a slight sad smile on his face. You sense he’s not in the mood, so you move farther into the kitchen to grab yourself an iced tea from the fridge and make yourself a sandwich.

It was usually never this awkward between the two of you, it broke your heart a bit. You just lost Steve and now it felt like you were losing Eddie too.

“Did he kiss you or did you kiss him?” he asked quietly.

You jumped a little not expecting him to speak. Trying to word things very carefully so there was no confusion.

“He kissed me and then I kissed him back, and then he broke off the kiss and told me to leave.” You sigh sadly and take a big gulp of your iced tea.

“Idiot.” he muttered under his breath.

You thought that’s what you heard but you didn’t know for certain.

“What?” you question.

“I said he’s an idiot.” he said a bit louder for you to hear clearly.

That made your aching heart flutter inside your chest. Men are impossible to read.

“Oh.” you murmur, not really sure what to say.

“He’s an idiot because I’d never let a girl like you go,” he says calmly.

You heart could beat outside of your chest right now, his words set your skin on fire. But you were simultaneously hit with overwhelming guilt. Violet. Your best friend. The one sleeping soundly upstairs who would never do anything to hurt you.

“Yeah, but there’s a lot more at stake here,” You say trying to tread lightly.

He abruptly pushes out of his chair and heads to the garage door. “Yeah I know.” he says, sounding a mix between disappointed and angry.

You could feel a new rush of tears welling in your eyes, not only did you lose Steve today, but you were going to lose Eddie too. Two out of your three safe spaces, gone in one day. You felt so small, like you were free falling and you couldn’t grab anything to save yourself.

“What do you want from me Eddie?” you say defeated, barely above a whisper.

Eddie stops at your words, opening up the door to the garage, so close to freedom. His eyes now soft, seeing the state of you. “Nothing sweetheart, I want nothing from you.”

You just nod at his words, slouching your shoulders trying to protect your broken heart. Willing yourself to accept the fact that you lost both of them today, and there’s nothing that you can do to change it. You look at the floor, watching your tears slowly cloud your vision. You just hoped he left the room before you start actually crying.

Then you hear the garage door shut and feel the last of your heart shatter with it. You look up to confirm what your heart already knew, that Eddie was gone.

But where a closed door should be, showed the outline of Eddie standing in front of a closed door. You tried to blink away the tears, to try and figure out if you were seeing things correctly. The look on Eddies face was between a mixture of pain and confliction, his fists squeezed at his sides.

“Fuck it.” is the last thing you hear him say before he takes long strides over to you in the kitchen. Now right in front of you he cradles your face in his hands and kisses you firmly. You wrap your arms around his neck, forcing him to stay. His calloused hands wiping away your tears. You moan into his touch, opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to dance with yours. He kisses you with such passion, showing you with actions he what couldn’t say with his words. You push him impossibly closer to you, willing the two of you to meld into one if that what it took, not letting him have the chance to leave you. He takes that as an invitation to lift you up and put you on the ledge of the kitchen counter. Your legs caging him in on either side of his body.

“Please don’t go.” you mutter wetly between kisses. Eddie moves from your mouth and leaves kisses from the edges of your wet eyes to a part on your neck that made your skin irrupt in goosebumps.

“Never baby, m not goin anywhere I promise.” he reassures nuzzling his nose against a sweet spot on your neck. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Feeling a little better than you did a minute ago. Kissing Eddie made every other rational thought cease to exist in your brain. Just you, and Eddie, your bodies moving in tandem with each other. Harmony.

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lamentofabramo · 26 days

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Can I get an NSFW alphabet for Tobias Rogers (ticci toby) 🫶

I've been doing a bigger piece, so I might as well do something smaller like this since it's been a good while since I've posted now. (oops)

I'm basing this less on the fandom vers of him, hopefully.

Didn't proofread this much. (edit: I feel bad that I didn't acknowledge the heart, so <3 of course you can doll)

MINORS DNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Toby obviously is one of the more caring of the creepypasta's, of course that's a low bar, but he is considerably more human than some of them. He's still gruff and fairly untalkative after the deed, yet he'd offer some water before leaving if you were just a one-off/ casual fuck.

If you were his partner however, I'd imagine he'd be more caring, still untalkative and unaffectionate, but maybe he'd hold you or hold your hand in this. Of course, he'd blame this on being unable to properly feel what he's holding, but the slow decrease in his twitches as he holds you speaks a lot more than he ever will. He's not comfortable, but he feels slightly less stress in your presence, at least until he has to leave, his mind penetrated by the voice of the foreboding presence of the ever-taller man.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His own favourite body part would probably be his arms, he was a scrawny kid for most of his life, but you sure would start gaining muscle if you swung your axe at people who you considered worthy of it. There's probably also some scars across his arms that remind him of his life before. Of course, he'd hate that idea, but he still has some attachment to his sister, his mother, no matter how hard he may try to push it out of his head.

For his favourite part of his partners, I feel like it'd most likely be your waist. It's something for him to grab, to hold onto to remember you're real, that you're still alive against his better judgement.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) If you asked for it in a specific place, sure he'd do it if he was in a good mood. On your chest, ass, inside even. He'd risk it, he had nothing to truly lose anyway. But his favourite place would most likely be on your stomach, just the wet streaks across your stomach would do things for him. He's not sure why either, he wouldn't register that he does that almost every time unless you pointed it out to him.

If you did, he'd probably consider why for a second, his eyes widening in realization before shrugging. "Any better ideas?" he'd mumble, absently listening as he stroked himself. Toby would listen if you told him anywhere else, but… his eyes focused on that smooth surface.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He secretly wants to push the boundaries of his condition. He wants your hands around his neck, trying to choke him until it hurt. It was strange really, he had a high pain tolerance, yet he craved this pain. Maybe it was because he wanted to be normal, maybe not. He didn't want to think too hard on it, like many other things he just shrugged at the idea and continued with his life.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Toby was definitely not an experienced guy, even before the accident where he finally became 'free' (If you could say being slenderman's lackey was free) the most he'd done was hold hands with a girl in primary school.

He wouldn't be insecure with it however, he never viewed himself as a sexual being, the most he'd ever fucked was his fist on particularly rough nights. Sure, he'd had crushes on women, but when you become a serial killer you go one of two ways. A sex maniac or a complete recluse. Unfortunately, Toby became the latter.

However, since he had a less than regular childhood, he was never able to go through the same sexual awakenings as many of his peers. Instead, that most likely came later, so when he met you he was awkward, like a teenage boy. Most of his language is through grumbles and grunts anyway.

When he realized you were stuck in his head it all changed though, his sex drive increased massively. His poor hand.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying) Cowgirl probably rocks his world, he loves that intense eye contact that comes with it. The way he looks up at you through his fringe, his mouth slightly open as he pants and grunts, is a reward in itself. However, he would get impatient, his hips thrusting up to meet yours or his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down further on his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) If something was funny to him, then he'd smirk, like if you hid your body from him even though he was about to be deep inside of you.

When he gets further into the activity, he'd let out breathless laughs, sometimes blaming that on his tics. He couldn't help it, though, he loved the way you responded to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Toby probably doesn't care much about how groomed he is, sometimes he'll shave, but other than that he's got whatever going on.

He has a small happy-trail up to his belly button though, it shows when he raises his axe too high. It's a dark brown colour, just like his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect) He's probably not particularly intimate, maybe some words here or there if he feels like it, but don't overestimate him too much. He probably came inside you before he kissed you.

His cheeks pinken slightly whenever you suggest kissing, but he quickly slouches and looks away with an almost childish pout to pretend as though he doesn't care.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Like I said in the earlier one, sure he jacked off every now and again, but it was more so a way to pass the time, to get some serotonin in his ever-pleasant life. But when he gets fixated on something, or rather in your case, someone, his sex drive spikes. He wants you in his hands, in his vice, it frustrates him, so he takes this frustration out on himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) He's probably degrading, mixed with praise. He's basically up for anything. He's killed someone, I'm sure a weird kink won't kill him.

However, if he does think your kinks are unusual he will take the piss out of you for it, teasing, but he still takes part in it. Its fun.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do) Wherever you want, he's not arsed, really. Against a tree sounds the most fun.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) As cheesy as this sounds, you. Maybe some aggression on your side would get him going too, that mouth of yours was lethal sometimes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) Like I said before, he's practically up for anything. He might not be physically aggressive for you too much, though, it'd remind him of his past.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He's a munch, if he's in the mood enough, he could probably cum from giving you head. He'd deny that though, God that'd be embarrassing.

Not only that, but he'd receive too, no doubt, Toby would find it fun to just gently tug your head up and down on his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Toby would probably be slow but deep if he's teasing you. But if he's just fucking you, then it'd be fast, his hands pulling you down on his cock with faster speed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Hell yeah brother. Just give him the words, he might tease you for it, but he'd never say no (unless he's in a more depressive mood).

He'd love to fuck you in the back of his car too, or masky's car. Just for the hell of it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) He's a risky guy, but surprisingly, he wouldn't do anything that could get him potentially caught by the law. He's on the run for a reason, he's not willing to risk his freedom for a good fuck (sometimes).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) He'd probably like to overstimulate slightly, 2/3 rounds before he's clocked out and completely dry. He'd last an average enough time, 20 minutes normally.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Seeing your body twitch with something that isn't him would make him jealous. However, a little vibrator never hurt anyone. He'd tease you if you had any dildos or anything, though, asking pettily if he "wasn't enough" or that you were "stretching yourself out" for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Big tease, but he always fulfils your wants. It may take a while, though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) The only noise he really makes is grunting and whispers on how dirty you are. He's loud enough that you can hear him, but not loud enough for it to be a full-blown moan.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He does want to see how you'd look crying for him all bloodied up, most likely someone else's blood, but he's not picky. Maybe fucking you on top of a recently deceased.

But he'd never admit that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) An average to slightly bigger man, About 6.4 inches. Probably measured it one time when he was bored, and he hung onto the .4 for his ego.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Not too high unless you exist, then…as much as he can get his hands on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He doesn't sleep much after it, doesn't feel comfortable sleeping in front of others, even someone like you. His nightmares don't help.

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 8 months

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Hey love, I got a question; are you down for goblins? Specifically a yandere horde of goblins? 😳

I'm not not down for it...

(I'm sorry, I'm sure I know what kind of goblin horde you meant, buuuut I started writing and couldn't stop 🥲)

CW: Entrapment, obsessive behavior, ecological polyandry/polygyny with a GN!reader, both male and female goblins, forced parental responsibilities, platonic yandere, not proofread

Madame Gilly burst into the backroom, nearly startling (Reader) into swallowing the pins they were holding in their lips. "(Reader)! Awful, amazing, terrible, fantastic news!"

(Reader) smiled nervously, sticking the pins in their cushion. "What is it, Madame?" Their boss was fabulously dramatic as always, fanning herself with a decorated envelope.

"Oh, nothing.. just a summons for one Mx. (Reader) from the Count's daughter."

"What for?"

"How should I know? I didn't read your letter!" She handed over the letter while sighing loudly. "Yet, it's so beautifully decorated.. such a shame! Another marriage proposal, ignored!" She pretended to become faint, placing her knuckles on her forehead.

(Reader) chuckled, opening the bright purple envelope with lavender tied in a ribbon. Their eyes widened, an excited gasp escaped as their legs failed them and they fell back onto their stool.

"What is it?!"

"It's.." a shocked blush dusted their cheeks, "it's a request for my services! She wants a dress for an upcoming party!"

Madame Gilly squealed, bouncing up and grabbing her protege. "Oh, that's even better than a proposal! I'm so proud of you!"

It would be roughly three days ride by carriage, packed with smaller fabrics for color swatches and texture explanation, multiple dresses (Reader) had already made with mannequins to display them, and (Reader's) portfolio of designs.

Marcus, a local man who often rode Madame Gilly around for a small fee, offered up his services, just as excited for (Reader) as the Madame. "So, this is your lucky break, huh?" He offered a hand to the young employee. "Finally gonna start considering opening your own shop."

(Reader) smiled, stepping into the carriage without Marcus' assistance. "I've never been interested in business, Marcus, you know this. I just want to make clothes."

"You should also seriously begin considering marriage.."

"My work is my legacy, Marcus." (Reader) spoke sharply with a tight smile, shutting down the conversation. They had received many marriage proposals from eligible bachelors and bachelorettes since they became of age, but didn't take an interest in any of them. Of course, (Reader) found people attractive in the past, but never felt emotionally invested in anyone to marry them, and they certainly didn't need to marry for money or connections. The thought of having children one day was also something (Reader) had seriously debated, because although the fantasy of having a child was wonderful, the process of having a baby was intimidating. Whether through being impregnated or impregnating someone else, the baby stage was much more terrifying than the raising of a child, for reasons they couldn't quite explain. The anxiety was just too much to handle.

But (Reader) didn't feel like life was passing them by, nor did they have regrets, if they ever got married then their future spouse would wait for them, no matter how many years it took to meet them.

Marcus closed the door, and (Reader) deflated, thankful that he took the hint and ended the conversation.

The change between the road and the dirt path could be felt and it made (Reader) almost wish that they had worn a dress instead of pants, just for the added cushion on their rear end.

The first day went smoothly, and boringly, (Reader) had nothing to do but think, and the night was uncomfortable, even cocooned in their blanket. But it was the next day that everything went wrong. (Reader) never saw what happened, but suddenly the carriage careened off the path and tumbled down a cliff, crashing through the woods of the mountain side.

(Reader's) entire body became airborne in the carriage, slamming their head into the ceiling, barely giving them enough time to protect their neck with their arms before being thrown like a ragdoll, not feeling any immediate pain due to the rush of adrenaline. It happened so quickly, their balled up body bouncing five times against the walls and roof before landing bottom up on the escarpment.

Out of the shattered window, (Reader) saw Marcus lying motionlessly in a tree a good distance from the carriage. They pulled their body right side up, slowly becoming aware of the stinging pain across their body. Especially their leg. Blood soaked through their right pant leg, and (Reader) couldn't bend it. It was only the second day of their journey, so it would take two days until the Duke realized something was wrong, that the journey was taking too long, and sent out a search party, which would take a day to get to the road they fell off of. Would they even notice the tire marks? And if they did, would they risk the people to search for them?

(Reader) sighed, closing their eyes. There was no point in dwelling on what ifs. (Reader) was resigned to their fate.

"I wonder what will happen first.. Starving to death, or being eaten by a wild animal." They chuckled humorlessly. With nothing to do but wait for the inevitable (Reader) fell asleep, but that was possibly a concussion.

"There's something in there."

"A dead something."

Little voices whispered outside the wreckage, rousing (Reader) from their brain injured slumber. Eyes watched them from the broken window of the door, hiding themselves from view.

"I won't bite." (Reader) offered a smile, hoping whoever was watching them wouldn't be frightened off.

A childish gasp escaped, as one of the spies scampered off. "I thought you said it was dead!" It hollered into the woods.

The child left shuffled their feet in the leaves, debating. "You promise you won't?"

"I promise."

A tiny little thing dressed in rags popped her chubby cheeked head into view, large pointy ears almost drooping under their own weight stuck out from black hair pulled back into a ponytail, her hair framed a green skinned face, making it obvious that the little girl was a goblin. She rung the front of her oversized shirt with her hands nervously.

"Hello." (Reader) cocked their head to the side in a mock bow, back and head in too much pain to attempt an actual greeting. The smile on their lips didn't leave.

"Hello.." The child mumbled in a timid way, copying (Reader's) head tilt.

"My name is (Reader). May I ask for your name?" (Reader) spoke in a low voice to appear as kind and non threatening as possible.

She took a small step forward, entering the little window without needing to duck. "My name is Vix Ix, but my brother calls me Beetle Hands."

"Why does he call you that?"

"Because I'm the best beetle catcher. At least, in my tribe." Vix Ix sat down cross legged just out of (Reader's) reach. Her large eyes wandered over (Reader's) form, mesmerized by their clothing. "What are you doing down here?"

"I had an accident. I was traveling to go meet with a potential client. I make clothes." (Reader) added that last part, seeing how the little girl's eyes sparkled while staring at the intricate needlework on their vest.

"Did you make that?" Vix Ix pointed a finger curiously at the top.

"Yes, I did. Would you like to see more of my work?" The tiny child nodded excitedly. The reaction was very human, and very adorable. "Everything may have.. scattered in the fall. But there should be a chest with a black lock, and a worn painting of a dove above it's latch. If you can find that", (Reader) fished through their pocket for a key and held it out to Vix Ix, "you can see a few of the dresses I brought for my client to look at."

Vix Ix grabbed the key, forgetting to be frightened. She ran back out of the wreckage, and (Reader) laughed, enjoying being able to bring wonder to a child in what (Reader) thought was their final moments.

They had heard so many rumors about goblins, so many stories, ranging from awful tales of mindless gnome sized trolls that murdered anything that breathed, to intelligent little creatures unfairly exterminated because of their annoying love of tricks and pranks. Sunlight glinted off of the broken shards of glass, reflecting into (Reader's) eye. How long had I been asleep? From their spot in the trees, they couldn't tell if it was midday or sunset.

Twigs snapped as the goblinette ran at full speed back to (Reader), out of breath and clutching a sparkly purple dress with butterflies embroidered at the hem line. "You made this?!"

"Hahaha! Yes I did. Do you like it?"

She was practically on the verge of tears. "It's beautiful! Is your client a princess?" Her voice was full of awe.

"The daughter of a Duke." The child waddled over, tripping on the bundle of dress in her arms, and sat much closer to (Reader) than she had earlier.

"It's so pretty!" Green fingers rubbed the fabric lovingly.

An idea came to (Reader) as they saw the joy in Vix Ix's face as she gripped the dress tightly. "You know.. I also had my sewing kit with me. If you can find that, I can trim up this dress for you."

Eyes wide with shock, her ears bounced like she had just been slapped, and asked in horror "You would cut up this dress?!"

Surprised, (Reader) felt their heart melt a little. "My leg is broken." Vix Ix looked down, and seemed startled by the blood. "I don't think there's any way the Duke's men are going to find me. So, I would have to cut off a lot of this dress to fit you, but I'd rather it be worn, then rot away in a trunk."

Tears began to drip down the little kid's cheeks, puffed up in an attempt to stop herself from crying. "I'll go find your sewing kit." She ran back out, sniffling loudly.

The moon rose high into the sky, and Hog Nose, a scrawny little boy who had an upturned button nose unlike any of the goblins in his tribe, held his ears as he was reprimanded by one of the tribe's strongest. Their tribe was small, and unusual. Decades ago their family began from a group of defectors, mostly women escaping their own tribes, wanting to create a community where they could flourish. Despite never attacking humans or causing mischief they suffered many casualties at the hands of adventurers, slaughtering them before they had the chance to explain themselves, forcing them to defend themselves. This left their family broken and impoverished. But they never gave in to "their nature" by stealing from travelers, an attempt to prove that goblins are not born evil.

"And you left Beetle Hands alone, possibly with a human?" Keegraul loudly asked incredulously.

Hog Nose whimpered, afraid of being punished and fearful for his sister. Keegraul grabbed a large dagger, almost a short sword in the young child's hands.

"She still isn't back yet, so lead the way."

The woods were dangerous at night, not only because of wild animals like mountain lions, but because of monsters that had slowly been migrating closer towards the goblins' home. Hog Nose shook as he led Keegraul through the trees, worried to find his sister hurt, or worse.

But what they found instead was that sound of laughter, emanating from a broken carriage connected to a dead horse with another corpse stuck in a tree nearby. Confused, Hog Nose ran to pile of broken wood, rushing past Keegraul who tried to stop him, knife ready for a fight.

"Beetle Hands!" He called out, not knowing what to expect, but surprised by what he found. His sister, wearing human clothing, with an injured human still fixing the bottom of the skirt.

"Hog Nose? What are you doing here?" She seemed genuinely confused, having had so much fun with her new human friend that she hadn't realized the time, standing in the dim light of (Reader's) lamp.

"I'm here to save you?"

Keegraul poked his head in after Hog Nose, curious as to the commotion. That's when the scarred man who had fought many battles with many adventurers, who never once met a human who treated him or his kin as equals, made eye contact with an exhausted person, pale from blood loss, fighting through their pain and fatigue, to make a dress for a little goblin girl. At least, that's what it looked like.

"What's going on here?" Keegraul meant to ask, but it came out as more of a demand.

Worried that they had offended him, (Reader) held up their hands. But Vix Ix beamed up at him, her large toothy grin radiating childish wonder. "(Reader's) making me a princess!"

"Oh, are they?" Keegraul released the tension he had been holding. The air smelled like blood, and at first he thought it was from the human's dead companions outside, but their broken leg was hard to miss. "It looks like they're dying."

Vix Ix ceased her bouncing, turning a terrified eye to (Reader). "Are you dying?"

(Reader) sent a quick glare to the adult goblin before shifting back to their comforting smile. "My leg just hurts, sweetheart. I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Not if you don't get that taken care of." The goblin retorted, stepping closer and bending down to get a better look. He let out a noise of frustration. "I can't see anything but blood with these pants on."

Rough hands with broken nails peeled (Reader's) pants off, pausing whenever they sucked on their teeth in pain. The bone right beneath their knee was protruding from from it's flesh.

"That's a nasty break all right."

"Can you fix it?" The little boy goblin asked, still shaking from earlier, but now cradling his blade like a doll.

Delirious from exhaustion, (Reader) turned their smile to him. "What's your name?"

"Craak, or Hog Nose."

They could feel themselves about to pass out. "Hognose? That's my favorite snake. Cutest little snake I've ever seen.." Keegraul tightened their torn pants around their thigh, waking them up with the shooting pain.

(Reader) hissed, incapable of audibly screaming. "We should take you back to the hole, so that we can get that leg fixed up."

Vix Ix stood tall, arms straight in the air, with a determined look on her face. "You can lean on me!"

Keegraul sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I'll find you a large stick for a crutch, and you can lean on my head for support." Vix Ix followed him, arguing about who got to support (Reader) on their journey, while Hog Nose stood shyly, still watching (Reader) with a small grin. "Did you mean that?"

(Reader) felt feverish, and couldn't focus their eyes. "Of course. You mean.. the snakes right? Never seen a cuter snake." Their breathing was labored, pausing between words awkwardly.

There was an odd blue tint forming on his baby cheeks, but it dissipated with the arrival of his little sister. "WE FOUND A STICK!"

The goblins all stared at the human receiving medical attention, gobsmacked. Everyone was incredibly interested in seeing who was special enough to be brought home by Keegraul. Especially the children, who were entranced by the dress (Reader) fixed up for Beetle Hands.

"Are you a princess?" A young girl asked, practically glowing.

"Haha no."

"Oh. Are you a prince?"

"Alright! Everyone go to bed!" Keegraul shooed the goblins back to the sleeping room. They all went back except a woman and Vix Ix. The lady seemed embarrassed, hiding herself by crossing her arms.

"You made this?"

"Yes. I have more dresses and fabric in the woods."

Her eyebrows were knit in what looked to be anger. "Why did you make a dress for Beetle Hands?"

"I just tailored it for her. Because she thought it was pretty."

"Yeah, but why?"

(Reader) smiled, understanding that the goblins must be suspicious of them. "Doesn't she look pretty?"

Vix Ix spun around, bumping into the other goblin. "I do!"

Her face softened. "You really think she's pretty?"

"Of course?" The goblin turned blue, like Hog Nose had earlier, and shuffled away.

(Reader) would later learn that her name was Reassa, and she warmed up to (Reader) quickly as they recuperated. In fact, all of the goblin tribe were incredibly welcoming to (Reader) to the family. They helped (Reader) between rooms, and generally fawned over them. As thanks for saving their life, (Reader) worked on reworking the dresses and fabrics the goblins found near the crash site into outfits for everyone. But as (Reader) got better, the goblins became more nervous.

"Are you thinking of leaving?" Keegraul wrung his hat in his hands, big sad eyes staring at (Reader) pleadingly.

"I'm sure my boss thinks I'm dead. It would be good to return home, and contact Marcus' family about his fate. But worry not, I won't tell anyone about you or the tribe." (Reader) smiled, practicing standing on their healing leg.

"That's not why I ask." (Reader) cocked their head, confused. "We trust you- I trust you. I know you wouldn't betray us. We- we'll just miss you."

Vix Ix popped out from behind a stack of boxes, knocking (Reader) to the ground, sobbing. "You're not leaving!"

Keegraul's heart broke. "Beetle -"

"No! Ti aim kahl, pen! (Reader's) not leaving!"

Reassa listened from outside the hole, along with three other women. They didn't understand. Didn't they make their love for (Reader) obvious enough? The flowers they would weave into crowns for them, the poems they world write for them..

One of the younger women started crying, head in her hands, choking on her sobs. Something dark grew in Reassa's chest, a feeling she often tried to force away, to prove to the world that they were wrong about goblins. A darkness, a possessiveness. "Maybe we should keep (Reader) here."

"We can't keep them against their will. They aren't a prisoner."

Reassa punched the entrance to their hollow, clenching her jaw tightly. "I love them."

"So do we.. but, what can we do?"

Hog Nose dropped a basket of vegetables. He had returned earlier than the other children. "Did you just say (Reader) is leaving?"

"Hog Nose! I'm so sorry, when did you get here?"

"I don't want them to leave!"

"I know, baby, but there's nothing-"

Hog Nose pulled out his dagger from it's sheath, rubbing his thumb across the beautiful golden vest (Reader) had made him as he did so. "(Reader) never learned our language."

"What?"

"What if the woods are too dangerous for them to go home? Because of the kahn piers?" The women all stopped, internally debating whether or not they could betray their fore mothers like this, lie to keep a human for themselves. But the decision was made for them, as Hog Nose slashed open his arm with the blade.

Inside the hole, (Reader) heard the women scream, and quickly wrestled Vix Ix to her feet so (Reader) could hobble to the opening. Reassa carried Hog Nose in her arms, a bloody mess, with a guilty expression on her face.

"What happened?" Keegraul demanded, watching as (Reader) pulled the little boy out of Reassa's arms to inspect the damage.

"He was attacked!" She collapsed, tearing at Keegraul's shirt.

"By what?!"

She swallowed hard, eyes flickering to (Reader), the motion only noticed by Keegraul and Vix Ix.

"Kahn piers."

Keegraul's eyes widened, realizing immediately what they had planned without discussing with him or the other men. "What kind of idiot-"

"What's a kahn pier?"

Vix Ix looked at her brother, witnessing him quickly shut the eye he was peaking out of. "Kahn piers are the most vile, evil creatures in these woods!" She cried out, grabbing onto her brother dramatically. "Hog Nose is lucky to be alive!"

Shame ripped through Keegraul's spirit, but seeing (Reader) shake with fear, imagining them doting on the children, caring for an the adults, watching them leave.

Wouldn't it be wonderful? Having (Reader) there to brighten their little home, loving the young ones as their own pen? Almost like a real spouse?

Even the way they clung onto Hog Nose's bloodied body, too broken up to notice that all his wounds were only surface deep.

Keegraul knew that everyone would play along, no one would tell (Reader) the truth. Everyone loved them so much, it was almost disturbing.

"Call everyone back home. The woods aren't safe."

#not proofread #so tired #I'm a little sick #so please forgive me #bad writing #platonic yandere #yandere family #yandere goblins #yandere monster #may come back later to proofread #i just wanted to get it out there lol

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rachi-roo · 7 months

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Game Over!

Woooow! Been a while since I've written something so out of the blue! With everything going on in the show, I needed something softer ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ I know Sukuna is the bad guy but.... Come ooooon, he's so scrummy! XD

You'll have to use your imagination with this one! I know that this isn't how Sukunas powers work with Itadori, being able to possess individual limbs and control them at times, but FICTION BABY! It can work how I want! ヽ(^○^)ノ

Please enjoy! Weeee!!

Summary: Itadori is having a rest day, enjoying the peace when a certain curse pops up, claiming he's bored and starts causing trouble!

Lee!Itadori, Ler!Sukuna

Tw: Lil swearing

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Peace. That was something that didn't occur very often at Jujutsu High School. So when it did, it was taken advantage of.

Yuji was resting in his dorm, recovering from an injury he sustained during his training, playing games on his phone in a comfy reclined position, his strained ankle propped up on a cushion.

"Tsk..." He sighed, watching his mobile screen flash with the words 'Game Over' as he failed a second time to beat that level.

Try again.

The level started up again, his thumbs dancing over the screen as he tapped the coloured blocks and pointers, trying his best to win. He felt a numbness creep up into his fingers, that sensation when you've been laying with your phone for too long.

Game Over. "Darn it..." He huffed, shaking out his hand, flexing his fingers to try rid them of the tingling pins and needles before starting the level again.

A few moments into the game, he realised his left hand, the one that was feeling tingly, had gone completely numb. Yet, he was still playing the game and winning, too! That's when it clicked. It wasn't pins and needles.

"Hey-" He lightly bonked his numb hand with the other, scowling as he watched his thumb continue to play against his will. Sukunas little mouth appearing on the back of said hand.

"What?" The curse grumbled.

"Gimme my arm back, right now." Yuji demanded, taking the phone from his, well, Sukunas grip. The other grumbled in protest, an eye and a mouth morphing from Yujis cheek.

"Come on, brat. I'm bored. You've been sitting here all day! Entertain me!" The curse sneered, irrigated by Yujis scolding.

"I've been sitting here all day because I'm injured. Now, gimme my arm back or-"

"Just let me play on that telephone device, I'm getting the hang of that game you were playing."

Yuji snickered. "Pff- Telephone device. Oi!-" He gasped as his possessed hand tried to snatch his phone away. "No! You're not even supposed to be controlling my arm right now!"

"Come on! You're no good at that game anyway!" Sukuna argued, still trying to grab the phone away. It was an odd sight. Fighting with your own arm isn't something anyone would ever get used to seeing or doing.

Yuji sat up, holding the phone over his head, trying to keep it away from the arm Sukuna had control over. "Quit it! I said no!"

"You greedy brat! Clearly, that Gojo fool hasn't taught you any manners!" He seeithed with rage, suddenly ramming his possessed hand up under Yujis arm.

"GYAH!?" The other yelped, bringing his arm down to try and protect himself as a tickling sensation shot through his core. "Hehey! C-Cut that out!" He scolded through his choked giggling as he tried to hold it in.

"Ha! What a pathetic weakness to have." Sukuna sneered, using Yujis possessed arm to attack him with tickling. He knew not to actually harm the boy, not yet anyway.

"W-Who the heheck taught you this!? Stohop!"

"I've witnessed you be tickled by Gojo and your other worthless human friends many times. You always lose pitifully the moment any of them touch you."

Itadori grabbed onto his possessed wrist, trying to pull it away as he clamped his arm down. "Cut it ohohout! KyahaAHAHAAA! NohoOO!"

He squealed, feeling Sukunas clawed fingers scratching over his ribs. Getting tickled by yourself would usually be impossible, but when your own damn arm has been possessed, it's a whole different and ridiculous situation!

"Yeah, that's right, kid. Suffer! Scream for mercy under my hand!" Sukuna laughed, enjoying the fact he could bully Yuji like this without any repercussions.

"Enough! Suhuhukuna! Ahaha! Get ohoff! WAH-!" He yelped as Sukuna clawed at his tummy, making him curl up like a woodlouse, giggling and hiccuping with a smile on his face.

"Kyahaha! N-Nohot thehehere! Thihis is stupid!"

"Not as stupid as you look. Tickling yourself. Imagine if someone were to walk in right now? Perhaps you should hand over the telephone device and let me entertain myself." The curse smirked from Itadoris cheek, squeezing up and down his side.

"Noho WAHAahahaAY! Aha!"

Sukuna chuckled at Yujis reactions, cruely digging into the boys hip as his safe hand swatted and blocked the attacks with all his might.

"I didn't want to have to do this to you, boy. But you've left me no choice. You are simply too disrespectful." Then, something awful happened. Truly devastating.

Both Yujis arms went numb.

"No, no, no, no, no! WAHAHAIT!" Poor Yuji didn't stand a chance, he was attacked on both sides by his own hands. Hugging himself as Sukuna tickled up and down the defenseless sides.

"Fuhuhuck! Ahah! Noho! Shiiiit! GyahAHAAA!"

He arched his back, his legs kicking into the mattress, scuffing up the sheets as he flailed.

"Eeheheee! Mehercy!"

"Mercy? You do know who you're talking to, right?" Sukuna grinned, rolling up Itadoris shirt and raking his fingers up and down his exposed abs. "How do you like that? Hmm~?"

"NYAHAHA! Fahaha-!... *gasp* PLEeeEHEHESE!" The vessel gasped and wheezed, fighting for a breath between his laughter.

He was stuck on his back like an upturned turtle, his legs flailing as he shook his head, messing his hair up something awful whilst Sukuna tickled his ribs with devilish precision, drumming and kneading into each bone.

"Such a fragile body. Tickling really is a problem for you, isn't it? Your poor sensetive flesh, so easily manipulated."

"Shuhut uuup! WaaAHAHA! T-Thihis isn't fahair!"

His high-pitched boyish cackling echoed down the hallways of the school.

"I can't breheEEEHEHEATHE! PFF- Aaaaha! *hic* NYAHA- *hic* AAAH-!" He hiccuped between bouts of laughter. His cheeks were a rosy red glow as he squeezed his eyes shut.

The curse laughed at him as he struggled, completely helpless as Sukuna dug circles into his hips. "Foolish boy... Are you going to be kind and allow me to entertain myself in exchange for my mercy?"

"Fuhuck it! Yes! Yes FINE! Juhust staAHAaahap!"

"Hmm... No."

"WHAT?! B-But yyYYAHAHA!" Itadori howled with laughter as Sukuna dug into his armpits, clawing and shaking his fingers into the vulnerable pits. "NO! NohoHOOO! HahaAHAHAAA! STAAAAHAP!"

"Now, what was it that stupid Gojo would say when he's punishing you with this method? Aah, something along the lines of... Tickle, tickle, tickle~" Sukuna sneered a cruel toothy grin. He was going to enjoy this.

After some time, the tickling finally stopped. Itadori was laid on his front now after managing to flip himself during the struggle. His clothes were ruffled and rolled up in various spots where Sukuna had gained access for tickles.

He panted heavily with his cheek squished into his pillow as he watched Sukuna play the game on his phone that he had just been tortured over.

Still not in control of one of his arms, the boy sighed, wiping his forehead with the other arm, shaking out the numbness as it returned to normal.

Game Over. Sukuna grumbled, tossing the phone aside after just a few minutes. "Bored now."

"You son of a-!"

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Thanks for readiiiing! Love you all! (*つ´･∀･)つ💕

#rachi roo #itadori yuuji #yuji itadori #lee!Yuji #lee!itadori #Sukuna #ler!sukuna #ticklish Itadori #jujitsu kaisen tickle #tickle fic #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen tickle

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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“I've been holding back all the things I want to do to you” + gazing into each others eyes during sex with max.

childhood friends to lovers as bonus context, after the championship win. oh it would be absolutely adorable.

you get me on a spiritual level. -- post championship number 2 // prompts: “I've been holding back all the things I want to do to you” + gazing into each others eyes during sex

It was a rainy day in Suzuka and your best friend had just been crowned champion of the world for the second year in a row.

The joy you felt was like none other. The way they announced it could have been better given the mess of a race they just had but you were the first one with your arms around the man when he returned to the garage.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispers to him, kissing his jaw softly before you let him go.

Max wore the brightest smile, brighter than the brightest star, his eyes fixed on you like you were the only thing in the world. “Thank you, y/n. You know how much it means for you to be here with me.” He gives your hip a squeeze, stepping past you to talk to the crowd of people behind you.

The rest of the day was nothing if not perfect; the photos, the celebrating, the joy the entire team was feeling.

You and Max had returned to the hotel late that night, the 2 of you hanging around the track for as long as they’d let you stay. There was a few drinks going around to celebrate, not as many as the first championship win because at least Max can find the room key this time. (Though they did promise to properly celebrate when they finished the season in Abu Dhabi.)

“Stay with me tonight?” He asks, his hand in yours when he unlocks the door. “A champion shouldn't be alone.” He jokes and you smile, “sure.” You follow him into the room.

The two of you settle in on the bed after a while, Max had taken a shower and you borrowed a shirt from his suitcase to sleep in. The man laid next to you, his eyes shut when you rolled onto your side.

“Max?” You called quietly, nudging him.

He opens his eyes. “Yeah?”

“I know I said it before, but I'm so proud of you.” You smiled, your hand on his cheek.

The two of you had known each other since forever. Attached at the hip since you were in diapers basically. Your fathers were best friends and you grew up with the Verstappen family. Your father worked with his while he was racing so when Max started karting, it was only natural your father spent more than a few weekends with them and by extension, you did too.

Over the years, you and Max have had your fair share of fights, middle of the night calls, cold pizza in the kitchen trying to sober up moments but nothing ever beat the race weekends.

Watching him get out of that car with a smile on his face and more often than not, get up on that top step brought you an indescribable joy.

The type of joy that gave you butterflies, pulled on your heart and made you smile so wide your face physically hurt; love, it was love.

“I love you,” he smiles, the room was a bit dark but you could feel it against your hand.

Max rolls onto his side, now facing you. “Y/n?” He whispers, getting a hum from you. “Can I kiss you?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “um,” you breathe, you had been waiting for this all these years but you weren’t sure if he felt the same way but now he does.

Why would you say no?

You don’t answer him but instead, you kiss him.

The man smiles against your lips, flipping you two over so you were flat on your back, his hands snaking under your - his - shirt and he kissed his way down your torso to your stomach.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, he glances up from between your legs, already pulling your shorts down and tossing them somewhere behind him.

He shifts to his knees, pulling you by your legs to him. You’re on an angle, Max stuffed a throw pillow under your hips as he pulls one of your legs over his shoulder.

“Is this okay?” He checks in with you and you nod, smiling at him. “More than okay.”

He leans down once more to kiss you, “You have no idea how long I've been holding back all the things I want to do to you”

Your leg pushed back and his cock pushing into you. Between your leg over his shoulder, the angle and the pillows holding you up, you knew you weren't going to last long.

A hand placed on your hip as he rammed into you, your back already arched. “So beautiful,” he mumbles to himself, letting your leg drop back down.

Max’s hand moves from your hip, up and over your chest and to your neck, his fingers wrapped around your pretty little neck. “That’s my girl, hm?” He asks, leaning down into you.

“Always yours,” you whispers, reaching up to kiss your champion.

#max verstappen #max verstappen smut #max verstappen x reader #favs <3

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lucy90712 · 6 months

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heyy, can u make one about reader meeting gavi's family for the first time and they being kind of rude to her (worrying about her being an attention seeker), but then he talks to them and in the end it's just fluff? <3

WC: 2.9k It's finally the day I've been worried about for the last 6 months. Today I'm finally going to meet my boyfriend Pablo's parents. We have been together for 6 nearly 7 months now which have been the best months of my life, Pablo is the nicest guy I've ever met and the best boyfriend somehow he just gets me which I think is how we get along so well. Although we've been together for a little while now I haven't met Pablo's parents as they still live back in Sevilla and he doesn't get to go back there often. There has been times that his parents have come to Barcelona but things just haven't worked out in terms of me meeting them but today that changes. Pablo has a few free days and so do I so he suggested we go on a road trip back to his hometown to visit his parents and I just couldn't say no.

I have been nervous for this day since Pablo and I started dating but now that's it's been put off for so long I'm even more nervous than I was before. The reason I'm so nervous is because I'm not stupid I know how many girls are interested in Pablo and a lot of them for the wrong reasons and I'm petrified that his parents are going to think I'm one of those girls. I truly love Pablo and I see myself being with him for the rest of my life and I just want that to come across when I meet his parents. My biggest problem is I'm quite shy which means I get quite awkward when meeting new people and I don't want my awkwardness to make his parents think I'm not serious about my relationship with him.

I stayed over at Pablo's place last night so we could get up early and start the drive whenever we were ready. All night he slept peacefully holding onto my waist while I laid awake thinking about all the ways having dinner with Pablo's parents tonight could go wrong which has only made me more nervous than I was before. Just as I got myself into another spiral Pablo's alarm went off and I felt him start to stir besides me until he was awake enough to turn off the alarm. As soon as the alarm was turned off Pablo grabbed my waist and turned me to face him before pressing gentle kisses all over my face which ended with a passionate kiss on my lips. Once he was finished giving me my morning kisses he properly opened his eyes and looked at me which made his smile drop slightly. I have been trying to hide my nerves from Pablo as I know he's excited to see his parents and I don't want to ruin that with my anxiety.

"What's on your mind amor?" He asked pulling me closer if that was even possible

"I'm just a bit nervous about meeting your parents that's all don't worry about me" I said holding back the full truth

"You don't need to be nervous amor I know they will love you because I do plus how can anyone not love you" he said

"Thank you Pablo that makes me feel a bit better" I said

"I get why you're nervous I was nervous meeting or parents but if I can survive so can you because you have much more going for you in terms of impressing parents" he laughed

"I'm no successful footballer though Pabs" I joked

"No but you are in university getting a degree in an area I don't understand and not to mention you have a scholarship for being so smart my mum will love that" he said sincerely

I so desperately want to believe Pablo but I just have a bad feeling about tonight which is so stupid as I'm sure it will all be fine but I can't shake that awful feeling.

From the minute Pablo and I got out of bed we just didn't stop between getting ready and packing I had no time to think even for a second until we got in the car and even then I only had a minute when I was sat on my own before Pablo got in the car and we started the long drive. I was in charge of music for the first stint of the drive and I took that very seriously so while talking to Pablo I was curating the perfect playlist which I think is one of my skills although it's not useful in many situations. For the first few hours of the drive Pablo kept me talking and laughing so I wasn't thinking about tonight and then we stopped and I started driving which meant I had other things to concentrate on which was good for me.

It took us a long time but eventually we made it to Pablo's home town and to the hotel we are staying at this weekend. Pablo's parents offered to let us stay in his old room but he declined as he didn't want to overwhelm me with meeting his parents and staying with them all at once which I really appreciated. Once we checked in both of us got changed and freshened up as we'd been in the car for a while and I didn't want to look gross when meeting his parents for the first time. When I was ready I stood by the door to the room waiting for Pablo to get his shoes on completely in my own world until I felt Pablo take hold of both of my hands which made me realise that I was picking at the skin on my fingers which I do when I’m nervous. Pablo didn't say anything he simply just kissed my hands and led me out of the room and back to the car to do the short drive to his parents place.

When we arrived I held onto Pablo's hand tightly as he rang the doorbell but as soon as the door was opened he let go of my hand and hugged both of his parents. He then introduced me to them both and I hugged them too but something felt off but I put that down to this being the first time we've met. They welcomed us in and we all sat down together to get to know each other before we have dinner. For a few minutes they were mostly talking to Pablo which helped me settle my nerves a little but then I quickly became the subject of conversation.

"So y/n Pablo tells us that you are studying sport science at university" Pablo's mum said

"Yes I am I have always been interested in the topic so when I was offered a scholarship to the best university in the city I had to take it" I said

"Well that's pretty impressive it must be hard work though" she said

"It is but I love it so it makes it all worth it" I said

"I imagine you don't have time for much else like work" his dad added

"I don't have much free time no but with my scholarship I'm able to use the money from my student loan to keep me alive plus I share an apartment with a few friends so that helps with costs" I explained

"How much time do you have to spend with Pablo?" His mum interrogated

"I spend as much of my free time with him as possible sometimes he lets me study at his place so we can spend some time together and I always make time for home games so I can watch him play" I answered

The interrogation didn't stop there. They kept asking me questions about money and Pablo's success. The way they were asking made it seem like they were just interested in getting to know me but I'm not stupid I could easily tell they were trying to find out if I was using their son and were just waiting for me to slip up so they could tell him to break up with me. This is exactly what I was worried about happening because I just know that if they tell Pablo I'm no good he will break things off as he said that's what happened with his last girlfriend although she was definitely after his money. The worst part of it all is that Pablo doesn't see what they're doing he's just sat next to me smiling while I get interrogated like I've committed a crime.

Luckily for me it soon became time for dinner and I was able to excuse myself for a minute to go to the bathroom. On my way to the bathroom I heard Pablo's parents talking in the kitchen and to start with I told myself I shouldn't listen but I couldn't help myself I had to stand in the entrance to the bathroom for a minute. As soon as I did I wish I didn't as all I heard them talking about was how they thought I was clearly using Pablo for money to help me get through uni which just isn't true I'm more than ok on my own and I've never taken any money from him. Next they said that I must like the fame and attention because I always go to the games but little do they know I always buy my tickets and sit with all the other fans because I don't want anyone to know that I'm Pablo's girlfriend. The fact that they thought so little of me and were happy to talk about me behind my back really upset me as I tried my hardest to answer their questions honestly and settle their worries but clearly they had an idea of what I'd be like and they can't get past that.

Once I went into the bathroom it all hit me like a ton of bricks. Pablo's parents hate me which means he's going to break up with me and I don't think I could deal with that. Pablo is always there for me supporting me when I'm feeling overwhelmed and encouraging me when things don't go how I expect and I just don't know how I'd ever live without that support from him. I tried my best to hold back the tears that were brimming in my eyes but I just couldn't the thought of losing Pablo because his parents got the wrong impression was just too much. Once I started crying I just couldn't stop as all the emotions from the past week made their way to the surface.

Seeing as I had tears and mascara streaming down my face I knew I couldn't stay plus I didn't want to face Pablo's parents again knowing what they think of me. I tried wiping the mascara off my face as I left the bathroom to go and find Pablo to ask if he would go back to the hotel. I didn't expect him to be in the kitchen just across the hallway so I didn't have as much time to get myself together a I thought I would as he looked over at me and instantly came rushing over.

"Amor whats wrong?" He asked

"Nothing I- just- can we please go back to the hotel" I stuttered

"What's happened I can’t help if you don't tell me" he said

"I just don't feel well I'm sorry" I lied

"Don't lie amor please just tell me what happened then we can go if you want" he said

"Fine I heard your parents talking as I went into the bathroom and they were saying that I'm only with you for money and fame but I promise that's not true I really do love you a lot please don't break up with me" I rambled

"What did they say?" He questioned

"They said I'm only with you to get money to help me through uni and that I'm just interested in your fame" I repeated

He didn't say anything else he simply just pressed a kiss to my head before walking straight out to his parents who were sat waiting at the dining table. That only made me more anxious because if I made a bad impression before making their son yell at them certainly isn't going to do me any favours. I wanted to stop Pablo before it was too late but for some reason I just couldn't move my feet they were stuck in place and I was just a passenger in the whole situation. As it turns out my bad feeling that I couldn't shake wasn't just me being anxious I was right it think that everything would go wrong as so far it's gone as bad as I imagined it would if not worse.

To start with I was so panicked that I couldn't hear anything Pablo was saying to his parents but I managed to calm myself down enough to be able to make out what he was saying. It was easy to tell that he was really mad which made me feel so awful because this is all my fault. He wasn't yelling at least not quite but he was definitely stern in telling his parents what he thought. He was telling them that they shouldn't have let the actions of his previous girlfriends affect their perception of me and that they were wrong about me as I'm completely different to all the girls he's been with before. It was so nice to hear him stick up for me as my last boyfriend would let anyone would say anything about me and not care so it felt good to know he was willing to stand in my corner even against his parents.

Eventually their conversation came to and end and Pablo came back over to give me a super tight hug which is exactly what I needed after the last few hours of stress. He asked me if I was willing to stay for a bit longer and talk with his parents again and I just couldn't say no as I really do want to have a good relationship with them. That being said I was really nervous as we went and sat back in the living room but Pablo squeezed my hand to reassure me that everything would be ok.

"First of all we both want to apologise to you y/n we shouldn't have judged you before we had even met you and interrogating you like we did was wrong too" his mum apologised

"We want to get to know you properly and we know tonight is probably the wrong time for that but we don't want you to think that we aren't willing to do this over again and forget about everything that's happened so far" his dad added

"Thank you I want to apologise too I didn't mean for tonight to turn out like this I just wanted to show you that I really love your son and I'm not here to take advantage of him in any way" I said

"We know that and after seeing how upset you were and how Pablo stood up for you we realised that your relationship is clearly very genuine" his dad said

"And you are a lovely girl who we would love to have join the family so we hope we can hope start over again another day" his mum said

"I'd be more than happy to do that" I said

A few more things were said before Pablo and I left as everyone wanted to start fresh again another day. I felt a bit bad still as Pablo had been so excited about tonight and seeing his parents but I ruined it and now we are leaving early. Really I shouldn't think like that but I can't help but feel a bit guilty for ruining dinner as I could've just said nothing until we got back to the hotel but I can't change that now.

When we got back to the hotel Pablo flopped straight onto the bed and opened his arms for me which after the day we've had I just couldn't resist. He held me tightly and stroked my back which really helped calm the last of my anxiety which was still built up in my body. Being back in his arms after a long stressful day is just what I needed as he's the only one that always knows how I'm feeling and how to help me.

"I'm sorry for the way tonight turned about but thank you for giving my parents a second chance they really do mean well and I'm promise that next time they really will love you" he said breaking the silence

"It's ok I get it I understand why they are so protective over you I just want to show them that I really love you because I do I don't care about your fame or money I care about you" I said

"Believe me amor I know that and my parents will see it too as long as it's ok with you I was thinking we could all meet for lunch tomorrow and start over" he said

"Thats ok with me I get to have a second go at a first impression" I joked

"Well practice makes perfect" he laughed

#gavi imagine #gavi imagines #pablo gavi imagine #gavi x reader #gavi #football imagine #pablo gavi imagines

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Some OnK Chapter 131 Thoughts

And by "OnK" thoughts, I predictably mean "Akane and AquaKane" thoughts lol

Once again, Akane is the one correcting surface-level statements and showing insight into Aqua (and even Ruby!).

I've been wondering how Aka would have Akane and Aqua interact after Chapter 116. I'm actually surprised that they were so at ease with each other during this chapter, it's like they overcame a hurdle in Chapter 116.

Akane knows where Aqua stands, just like Aqua knows where she stands. For Akane in particular, deciding to stop Aqua's plan likely gave her something tangible to hold onto; something practical that she can focus on, a way in which she can make an actual difference. For Aqua, knowing that Akane is planning to stop him told him that she will keep getting involved with him whether he likes it or not.

Of course, since Aqua is always fighting his own nature, he probably likes it in the same measure in which he hates it. Akane burning the bridge with him would be for Akane's own good, and thus what Aqua wants - but there's likely a part of him that is relieved to know that she is still there.

He may not be able to rely on her, but the person who saved him little by little simply by acknowledging him, understanding him and choosing him is still there. She hasn't given up on him.

And it just so happens that Akane is not willing to let Aqua forget that.

I think Akane may have gone there for two reasons. On one hand, she is probably keeping an eye on his every move; she needs to, if she doesn't want to let Aqua catch her by surprise.

On the other hand, Akane likely knew that Aqua would have mixed feelings after meeting Ai's mother.

So I think that by going there, Akane was also hoping to emotionally support Aqua. Just like she promised she would back in Chapter 51.

After all, if Akane wanted to simply watch Aqua, she could've done so without revealing her presence; the same way she managed to follow him all the way there.

But just like Aqua wanted Akane to see him back in Chapter 116, Akane wanted Aqua to know she was there.

The way she throws his stalker tendencies in his face is so funny! Despite the gloomy atmosphere, the two of them instantly fall into a very easy-going back-and-forth and I love that. It's not what I was expecting at all (I love tension), but I'll take it because it's positive that they can joke around about personal traits that anyone else would see as flaws lmao

Plus, good on her for serving Aqua some of his own medicine!

I already mentioned this, but this exchange right here immediately made me think of Chapter 52.

Funnily enough, that Chapter was titled "Boyfriend x Girlfriend" and featured the moment Aqua and Akane truly started playing their parts. And in this chapter, we have Memcho describing Akane's current role in Aqua's life: His ex-girlfriend.

Aqua and Akane have gone through so many stages in the manga, I can hardly keep count. Right now they're in their "Exes" era, yet they're still as entwined as ever lol

And now we get to the part that truly caught my eye. I feel like this interaction can be read in different ways:

There's more to Ayumi Hoshino that meets the eye. Akane knows this but doesn't want Aqua to know, and he can tell but decides to play along.

Akane understands how frustrating it must be to find out that the tragedy that was Ai Hoshino began due to something like this. What's more, she understands how Aqua must feel seeing Ai's mother and knowing that... there's no point in him hating her, because she already hates herself enough for both of them.

The first would fit the Masterminds™ game that these two are supposed to be playing, and as such it would be pretty fun. But we have seen Akane lie to Aqua in the past and she is... kind of very bad at it lol

Maybe she's bringing her S Acting Skill Level to the game this time, and I'd applaud her for doing so if she is. But for the time being, I'm leaning towards the second option:

Akane knew that knowing Ayumi's truth would give Aqua mixed feelings and that he may stay stuck on that, and so she came to help take that burden off his shoulders.

And good thing she did, because as Ichigo put it: Aqua is breaking.

That said, there's something kind of ominous about the way we're shown Ai's mom looking at them in the last panel. I can't decide whether it symbolizes Ai's mom seeing her grandson (the one she thought she had no right to meet) leaving her and her pain behind, accompanied by someone who is obviously a part of his life - as well as Aqua deciding that indeed, Akane is right: there's no point in hating Ai's mom anymore, because she is already living in a hell of her own making.

Or if maybe Ai's mom is hiding something. I seem to remember one of the sidestories mentioning that she even put glass shards in Ai's food once, which kind of sent a very different image of her compared to the regretful woman we saw this chapter lol

Alas, for now I'm going with Option 1 though, because I think there's something really beautiful in the symbolism of Akane coming to pick Aqua up, and the two walking away from that painful memory together so that Aqua doesn't have to wallow in it alone.

Ruby was hoping that Aqua would start to lean on people soon. As it is, he can't lean on anyone - but Akane is still there to guide him home either way, and luckily Aqua let himself accept that much.

#aquakane #my aquakane meta #akane kurokawa #fandom: onk #me: onk #the panels about akane talking about her and ai not being normal but wishing they were kind of deserve their own post #but I'm not in the state of mind for that right now so I'm just going to push my shipping agenda lmao #aaaaaaand now I'm back to zzzzzz about onk #shame there's a break though or I'd have looked forward to next chapter #I wonder if this means we'll now be able to see aquakane interact more often #or if aka will just save their interactions for moments like these lol

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Hi!! I really love your works and I've been a fan ever since, this is my first time requesting to you hihi. Can you make a scenario bf!enha legal line x experienced gf!reader? I saw a lot of scenarios bf!enha x virgin!reader but I don't see with experienced!reader. I hope you'll notice this request. Love lots!! <3

[MDNI] OOF this is right up my allley!! I've done a lot of inexperienced enha with experienced reader so im ver excited to do it again (I think it's very clear that I have a corruption kink) anyways, here's a short drabble for you sweet anon!

bit of a tmi but I literally had to edit this so many times because I kept calling them by my boyfriends pet name. I call him bunny and ITS SO CONFUSING

♡ * . ▪︎ LEE HEESEUNG — dry humping

lately, heeseung's been feeling too needy, and it's becoming evident with the way he keeps on whoring around your apartment that he's just begging to be fucked.

his fans might think, "awe he's such an angel," "lee heeseung is so cute."

yes, fifty percent of the time he is the doe eyed angel that everyone loves and adores, but despite your boyfriend being a virgin, he has the most sluttiest fantasies about the two of you, and its accompanied by the most erotic words. at this point, you don't even know how you've been able to hold out.

well, you kind of do. every time heeseung throws you his "fuck me" look it's always accompanied with a playful glint. one where you aren't sure if he's serious or not, and your not about to be the one who asks the other to be fucked. your pride is just too high to let that happen.

that's why it has taken him up til this point for you to realise;

currently, your adorable boyfriend has claimed his place on your lap. a night supposedly filled with the two of you watching an action packed movie turned to this.

well, he'll certainly be getting some action that's for sure.

it's as if all coherent reason has left heeseungs mind, erotic thoughts about the two of you pressing against each other's skin filling the atmosphere as he sprawls his whole body on top you, not even making the slightest effort to take up some of his weight. however, you don't complain, always savoring the moments he lets you baby him.

"what is it hee?" you ask, peeking a look at his face.

all he does is shy further, curling himself sweetly across your lap that you can't help but awe.

his eyes stare up at you, wide and innocent, and that's when you know for sure that heeseung is playing his game.

he likes pretending be innocent. like he's the most oblivious boy on earth. he takes pleasure in that. he likes to tease you with it, knowing how much you love him and the naturally adorable look his face has when his hair is down.

instead of giving you a clear answer, heeseung starts grinding himself on your thigh, knees digging into the mattress of your couch as he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

this catches you by suprise, and you choke out a groan. heeseung has never been one to do stuff like this. he's always just talk, but tonight seems different. tonight, he seems more desperate and daring, making you second guess his true intentions.

he hums against your skin, breath fanning it causing goosebumps to crawl down your skin. "need you so bad."

"fuck, hee." you sigh out, lifting yourself to adjust your positions, letting heeseung plop onto a more comfortable spot. one where it'll be easier for him to continue his rutts. "what's gotten you so needy?"

grasping his hips, you guide him to a pace you know he likes. spending all these months with your boyfriend makes you feel like you know even the parts of him that he has yet to discover.

thanking you, heeseung retracts his head from your neck, wanting to give you the delight of seeing his face as he moans. and lo and behold, the sight of him just makes you want to cum.

with his hard on guided by you, it drags along the tensed muscle of your thigh. "are you sure about this, baby?"

"mhm." he answers breathless, and mind probably too fuzzy to form coherent sentences as it clogs up in bliss. even with your guidance, heeseung takes his own pace, pressing against you rougher and faster. you wanted to let the sexual tension build up on its own, but it seems as if heeseung is done waiting. though, you wanted to affirm him first. so, you ask more of him.

with the hand that was previously guiding his hips, you slow yhen down to a halt, and he whines cutely at your restrictions. "need you to say it, baby."

"fuck," he sighs out when he feels you caressing his thigh, brows knitting with impatience. groaning, he continues on saying, "just take me already."

"now now..." you halt. "that isn't a nice thing to say, isn't it baby?"

"we'll see about that."

"i don't care." he replies defiantly and you just know you're in for a stand off with your boyfriend. "im a man. I do what I want, and i want you to fuck me."

safe to say that hours later, you have your boyfriend writhing against your thigh. clothes now discarded across the living room as you lean back, watching him roll his hips against you while he tries to please himself all on his own. after telling him that there was no way you'd help solve his problem with that attitude, heeseung has gone to lazily dragging his hard on to clumsily thrusting his hips. but of course, being the strong headed boy that he is, he isn't going to succumb to you without a little push.

his cockhead is rubbing a wet trail across your skin, the illuminating light making it shine while his veins seeming as if they're about to pop with the amount of teasing it's getting. "help me."

"what do you say, whore?" the cute nicknames are long discarded, vulgar once replacing it that affect your boyfriend all the same.

"fuck you. you're such a bitch." he spits out. still, he refuses to succumb to your wants as his need to rile you up seeming to be much stronger than his desire to cum. "I don't need your help. I cant get off on my own, mommy, please."

"sure, be my guest." watching him with a smirk, you know your boyfriend too well not to notice the expression of betrayal that flashes on his face when you easily comply.

unwanting to admit defeat, heeseung picks up his pace, hands planted beside your head, and gripping the head of the couch. his forehead is so close to yours, and all he wants is for you to touch him. to atleast kiss him.

"fuck..." he hisses when his tip meets your clothed pussy for a millisecond, and he looks at it longingly.

noticing his gaze, you rock your leg once, catching him off guard and making him yelp. "baby!"

grinning mischievously, you snicker, "yeah, whore?"

you're left to question yourself when heeseung lifts himself off. you lean forward only to find him kneeling on the ground right in front of you. with your legs that stayed spread apart to accommodate your boyfriend, you look at him in question.

"fuck you fuck you fuck you." he continues to mumble while shuffling across your lap. he's dug his own grave and now, all he wants is to claw his way back up.

"you smell so good..." he says more so to himself as he leans into your center, pointed nose digging itself in your clothed core. heeseung takes a deep inhale, your scent filling his senses right as he breaks.

"your mood swings are gonna be the death of me, hee."

♡ * . ▪︎ SIM JAEYUN — oral & marking

jake, you ever so sweet boyfriend, had just confessed his undying need to have you flat on his tongue, failing to give you the small tiny detail that he's a fucking virgin. the angel doesn't have the slightest idea how to start, and so he just sits there, pondering about what the best course of action was and if he should do it like the porn he watched.

no, definitely not like that.

he doesn't think you'd appreciate the step sister getting stuck in the washing machine trope all too well. jake doesn't have a step sister fantasy. he has a you fantasy. but he'll take any porn he can get that looks slightly decent.

now you know where all his knowledge came from.

"jake?" you ask out of concern when he doesn't move from his spot between your legs. you reach for him and he meets you half way, humming when he feels your run your hand through his scalp in comfort, afterwards leading your palm down to cup his face. "what's wrong, puppy?"

at your question, his eyes widen seeming to have momentarily forgotten about his small dilemma. he squeaks out a reply, answering, "n-nothing!"

jake watches as you giggle, unbeknownst to the true reason that you found him adorable in any situation, shy puppy eyes telling you everything you needed to know. but he has to tell you first. "I can tell something's bothering you, baby. so tell me."

jake was just about to give in before he decides not to, trembling at the mere chance of you feeling repulsed for his inexperienceness. instead of confessing, he abruptly tries connects his tongue with your dripping core. everything should've gone according to plan. with all the porn he's watched and the masturbation that he's done should've helped him— except it didn't.

instead of flattening his tongue against your whole cunt, jake misses and half his tongue goes against the top of your vagina, only the tip hitting your slit.

"jakey~" you call out, trying to mask your amusement, fully knowing that your boyfriend would become even more embarrassed. "honey, come here."

jake couldn't believe this is happening. its like a nightmare come true and he just sits back on his knees stoic, thinking that if he doesn't move for long enough, he would be able to disappear.

"you're disgusted with me, are you?" he says, refusing to meet your eyes in embarrassment. "I knew this wasn't going to work."

"knew what, baby?" you genuinely ask.

"this! I knew t-that if you found out I was a... yknow." he mumbles, nudging you as if he expects the rest to be telepathically delivered to you.

oh, it does. well, not telephonically per se, but you know. you knew your boy too well.

"that your a virgin?" you reply, smirking at him teasingly.

taken off guard, jake gasps into the kiss, and you take that as a chance to put your tongue inside his mouth. as you explore foreign territory, you release a grunt when you feel jake subconsciously suck on the muscle of your tongue. the usual kisses with jake are sweet and it's never like this. but everything is cute if jake is associated with it. so, although making out is anything but innocent, jake makes it feel like a dream.

"yes." he sighs as if to ready himself for a rejection, a break up, a disappointed grunt, but nothing of the sort comes. instead, he's guided up wards by your hands, pressing your lips effectively against him.

you begrudgingly pull away from him, however, the moment you do, you're met with the dazed look on his face, mouth parted in awe while his eyelids fall heavy with pleasure, and his head tilted back slightly as his mind buzzed. you just can't get enough because one look at his eyes, and the next thing you knew is that your diving in to suck on his neck.

however, all temporary pleasure must come to an end. you would've stayed on him for longer if it weren't for the fact that your lungs started to burn for air.

"ahh!" jake hisses when he feels your mouth suck harshly on his skin, surely because you want to leave marks.

leave marks? but... won't that mean that you're marking him because you want people to see it? because you want people to know that he's yours?

does that mean you still like him?

"y-you still... like... me?" he says in between pants.

goosebumps arise and jake is left to clutch helplessly onto your shoulder when he feels your breathy chuckle. you tsk, "you think I'm letting you go because you're a virgin?"

"w-well... yes. id think so. d-dont girls want more experienced guys?" he says, whimpering right after when you release his skin with a pop, leaning back slightly to admire the third mark you had planted.

"fuck, no. I want you just like this, baby." you mumble, lips staying pressed against his skin. "I wouldn't want you any other way." and like clock work, your lips go back down to kiss and mark his neck.

although jake loves the attention you're giving him, he cant help but feel like he has to do something. jake tries to be of service for you, desperately wanting to start something to show his use. noticing this, you take his hand, and guide it towards your wet pussy, lips flushing a deep pink due to your arousal.

"can I try again? will you teach me, please." he pleads with his eyes beaming with want and yearning while he cups your whole vagina in his palm.

"mhm. sure, baby." you agree, freeing him from your lips, and letting him sink back down between your legs. "just don't pressure yourself. you don't need to do good right away."

"but I wanna do good." he presses on while slowly moving his face close to your cunt. his eyes look at your pussy with longing and his mouth is salivating, waiting patiently for your queue because all he wants is to eat you right and for you to enjoy it. "now, hurry and teach me please."

you roll your eyes at your boyfriends antics, nonetheless scoffing out a laugh as you found his eagerness to be incredibly adorable.

spreading your lips apart, jake feels blessed to have a front row view of the way your slick clings to both walls, strings of your wetness connecting them before snapping. your hole is right there, gaping and he swore its like it's telling him to penetrate you.

"your pussy wants me..." jake looks as if he's in a trance. well, in a way, he kind of is. your hole is making it so hard for him to resist the urge to cum in his pants untouched. if he looks at it for a few minutes more he swears he'll do just that.

the way it expands and clenches around nothing looks so inviting that jake pokes a curious finger at your entrance. his finger doesn't even get half way past it before he's retreating, amazed by both the feeling and how it looks so wet, it's dripping.

groaning as he whimpers, jake looks at you pleadingly, begging you to come through with your promise.

"my sweet angel," you coo, swaying his hair back to show his damp forehead. "you're so eager to please."

nodding cutely, he hums, "mhm!"

at that, you grin, teeth biting down on your lips because you're afraid that if you don't, you'll lunge at your boyfriend and mark him up once more. it's a nice idea, but you know how badly jake wants to have his mouth on you, and you swear you could even see drool forming on the edges of his mouth before swallowing it down. "cute."

"thank you..." he trails of, eager eyes waiting for your instructions.

"you know what this is?" you ask, tapping your wet clit which causes a small wet smack to sound out and it's like music to your boyfriend's ears. when he nods, tongue darting out to wet his lips, you continue. "suck it, baby."

and jake doesn't need to be told twice.

quickly, his tongue traces your wet slit, picking up your arousal on the way before engulfing your clit in his mouth. he's so fucking good at it that he doesn't even need to be told before he starts licking your clit, tongue circling around your nub before sucking it between his lips again. you'd think that he's sucking you out like his life depends on it and to jake, that's true, because he swears to God that if he doesn't get to taste more of you, he'll die.

"good boy, jake. just like that." you praise, fingers fiddling with his hair as you watch him press his whole face onto your pussy, his tall nose digging softly against your skin as he caresses your thighs while helping you hold them open for him.

your cunt is salvating, envious of the attention your clit is receiving that you involuntarily start clenching around thin air as it awaits your boyfriend's attention. wanting to teach him something new, you nudge his head further down. "my pussy's asking for you, baby. won't you give me your tongue?"

that's all you have to say before jake complies, licking his lips clean of your arousal before poking his tongue inside experimentally. he groans once again as he tastes you, and your walls welcome his tongue with a delicious clench around it.

it doesn't take long before jake starts fucking his tongue into you, unconsciously placing his nose right on top of your clit so that with every movement, he not only stimulates your insides, but your outsides too.

surpsingly, he's so good you think you're going to cum sooner than expected. sooner than you usually do. the last thing you want to happen is for this to end. not like this, not this quick. so, you pull your boyfriend away, and he whines like a child whose candy has been stolen away from them.

he looks at you like you've betrayed him, like he's about to cry. "why did you do that?!" he whines, trying to go back in but is halted by your hand that's entangled in his hair.

"couldn't let you make me cum that quick, baby." you smirk, wiping the sticky liquid off his chin and cupids bow.

"why not?" he asks in pout. "i wanted to hear you cum~" he whines, eyes closing once he's realised that he's missed his shot, afterwards looking at you with squinted eyes, as if to tell you that he's mad and sulky.

"how about you let me taste you first? then I'll let you fuck me, you virgin." you offer with a tease.

smilling, he rolls his eyes in feign annoyance. when he realises what you just said, his eyes widen, cheeks flaring up afterwards.

"my dick? in your mouth...?"

♡ * . ▪︎ PARK JONGSEONG — blow job & handjob

it's common knowledge to everyone that jay has never had a girlfriend before. of course, along with it came his inexperienceness when it came to sex. back then, he thought that masturbating and sex were cringe. everytime one of his friends brought up any type of horny thought, jay wouod leave the room without a word.

now, jay regrets everything. he should've listened in when his friend told him about how his first time went, as well as the tips he offered to give jay in case he ever got lucky enough to get a girlfriend.

with his looks, of course he did. he just wished he knew shit. trust him, he wants to fuck you, and vice versa. he wants to eat you out, grope your breast, everything.

slowly, he started indulging himself in porn for educational purposes. however, the thought of him touching himself made him feel embarrassed eventhough no one was looking nor was it a crime.

still, its nice to know what to expect and get a grasp of what to do. yes, he knows porn isn't accurate, but that's all he's going to get because he's sure as hell that he's not going to talk about it to any of his friends. they'd make fun of him for sure.

however, after realising that you're the person that arose this drive within him, it only seemed fit that he asks you for guidance. after all, you are his girlfriend, right? it should be safe enough to ask you.

"yeah, kitty?" you ask, hand rubbing him through the thin layer of his boxers.

currently, you're seated against the headboard, jay laying comfortably on your chest and stomach on his back. he had managed to muster up the courage, and ask you for sex and to be honest, he feels incredibly stupid for even thinking that you were going to make fun of him.

continuing to massage him, you feel his penis slowly hardening under your touch, a sudden boost of pride filling you chest. "is this alright, jay?"

fuck yeah, he feels alright. he feels amazing. its like his whole world is spinning in pleasure and he's only getting the bare minimum of your treatment.

"kitty?"

"I know, baby. I know." you nod in understanding, feigning sympathy along the way as in actuality, you bask in your boyfriends shy persona, enjoying the way he asks for you to take care of him.

jay's eyes shut close, suppressing the urge to moan when you trace up the outline of his length, waiting patiently for his assurance. "yes, it's more than alright, but please, I need more."

you snap the elastic of his boxers across his tone stomach, making him jolt. "can I take these off?"

"fuck... yeah. do anything you want." he sighs, body leaning to lay on your chest while his head rests on your shoulder, watchful gaze eyeing the way you carefully take his boxers off.

this is the first time you're seeing his dick, and it looks so pretty you just can't help but stare, eyeing it like you want to devour it whole. however, your dear boyfriend doesn't seem to catch on, seemingly thinking that you were judging his length and how it looked.

"d-dont look, please." he asks quietly, a hand darting out to cover his dick in embarrassment. "I know 'm probably not the biggest you've had but— wh-what are you doing?" he can only watch you in wonder as you abruptly get up, leaving him alone to rest on the hard headboard of your shared bed.

"i need to have you right now or else im going to fucking lose my mind."

jay thinks you're going to leave and panic ensues. he swears he's about to tear up, but before he does, thankfully, the next words you say are catched by his sullen ears, and suddenly, the brewing tears are gone.

situating yourself above his knees, you grap your baby's thighs and drag him towards you. the reason? well, you just wanted to assert some dominance and hopefully, you'll be one step closer to clearing his invasive thoughts.

jay is once again taken by surprise when you suddenly take his dick in your hands, spitting on his head and using your saliva as lube.

your boyfriend can only watch in awe as you start pumping his dick, your mouth going down on him seconds later so you can get a taste of what his precum is like.

"shit! baby— fuck fuck fuck." he chants, mouth parted in awe as he watches you take half of his dick in your mouth. jay releases a dragged moan when you gag on his dick, your saliva dripping out of your mouth before taking it off so you could get some air into your lungs.

"you're so big, kitty," not wanting to leave his aching cock neglected, you let your hand pump him at a slow pace, one where your sure he's still receiving an adequate amount of pleasure to give you breathy whimpers, but not strong enough to build up his climax. "this dick can't even fit inside my mouth."

jay was just about to deny your claims when all of a sudden, you start jerking him off faster, effectively catching him off-guard and swiping his mind clean from his act of denial. "yeah, that's right. this dick is too big isn't it, baby? need both my mouth and my hands to make you feel good, huh?"

"n-no! 'm not big." he manages to grunt out, eyes still closed from so much new pleasure being given to him.

"oh, but you are." you snicker, filling his head with dirty talk as you lean down and lick a long stripe from the base all the way up to his flushed tip, and you don't miss the bead of precum that shoots out. "see? even your dick knows how big you are, baby. don't lie to me."

jay feels like he's on cloud nine as you continue to suck and jerk his length. truthfully, it does look like you're having trouble taking him all inside your mouth, but then again, maybe you just had a small mouth and he's nothing special...

it's as if you heard his thoughts because right on queue, you say, "shit, baby. you have the biggest dick I've ever seen."

and jay's once again left to hide himself in your pillows in embarrassment.

eventhough you don't want to, your mouth leaves his length so you can talk to him face to face, thinking that maybe if you do so, he'd see the truthfulness in your eyes and know you're not lying. "face it, baby. you have the prettiest, fattest, thickest cock out there. i dont even think you’ll fit inside me because youre that big."

"yn!" he screams out of embarrassment, covering your mouth. "shut up!"

"what?" you say after taking his hand away from your mouth. "if you're not going to accept it, I'll keep going on and on, baby. believe me, I can."

now, jay knows for sure that that isn't a lie. "now you have to let me try and have you."

the key word is try, because eventhough you aren't a virgin and is well expreienced in this field way before meeting the love of your life, jay's cock is making you question your bodies capabilities.

♡ * . ▪︎ PARK SUNGHOON — riding him

"hoon, baby," you call out to your sulking boyfriend, his eyes brimming with tears. "im sorry I got home so late. I was just busy with work that's all. there's no other man, pretty."

lately, insecurities have been running wild inside sunghoon's head. your past lifestyle was filled with drinking and hooking up with random people. you partied every night, bar hopping with your friends until you pass out and wake up in some guy's hotel room.

and then you met sunghoon. a guy who was forced by his friends to join some birthday party thrown at a club. he's the guy who stayed defiantly sat on the couch while everyome else partied around him.

eventually, he was introduced to you by one of his friends and immediately, sunghoon fell in love and you seemed to have fallen as well.

you were complete opposites. he was an introvert while you were an extrovert that could manage to strike up a conversation with anyone. you liked attending parties, he hated loud noises and clogged spaces. he was everything you weren't, yet it was astounding how fast you had managed to catch true feelings.

since then, you're lifestyle abruptly changed for the better. you went from partying at every bar in the country in one night to spending it clogged up inside your shared apartment with him. with him! sunghoon couldn't believe that you left all of that just for him. even your friends found it hard to believe at first, but when they met your sweet boyfriend, they knew you were in good hands. they had bid you farewell, cheering your relationship on.

though you've changed for him, sunghoon still can't help these thoughts that invaded his mind. every time you went out without him by your side, he thought, what if you found someone new? someone better than him and leave him? what if all of a sudden, you realise what you've been missing out on while being chained onto him?

"b-but I called you so many times! a-and a guy picked your phone up, saying that you were busy..." he says, a whimper falling from his mouth at the thought of you having someone else.

"baby," you call out with sadness, hands wanting to thread themselves with his so you can assure him. "that was my boss, honey. my phone was left on the counter when i was serving. he probably heard all your calls and picked it up." you say, booping his nose. "there's no other man, baby. there's only you."

hiccuping through his tears, sunghoon asks, "really?"

"yes, baby." you press, giving his hands a firm squeeze to shownyour sincerity. "i can prove it to you if you want. ill even tell them to open the cctv feeds."

you know sunghoon has these insecurities and so you tried everything you can to make them go away. you aren't the least bit offended that he thought you were unfaithful to him, because you knew that your boy didn't mean it in that sense. he always downplays himself. he always thinks he isn't worth it. but he is, and that's what you want to show him.

groaning, sunghoon wants to physically bury himself. feeling you wipe away the stray tears that have stained his cheek, new ones suddenly gush down at the thought of how caring you are and how much of a douche he is for assuming the worst out of such a small situation.

unable to contain his emotion, sunghoon catches you in a hug. "I'm sorry!" he apoligises mid sniffs. "i-i know you'd never do something like that. I just... I don't know why these thoughts keep coming into my head." he says, choking out a sob as he buries his face into your neck while his arms clutch you closer.

"I hate them. I want them to go away." he announces, a new found dedication pooling inside his dark eyes when he pulls away to meet you. "make them go away, please."

caressing his face with your thumb, you ask him, fully eager to help with however way you can. "what do you want me to do, honey?"

you watch sunghoons eyes shifting from your face down to your chest where his fingers fiddled with your jacket sleeve. you've come to notice the many habits your boyfriend has, and you know he does this when he's nervous or shy to ask you about something.

"will you take my virginity?" his voice is small and when he peeks up to look at your expression, and he's met with your shocked ones, he casts them away and bites his lip, too shy to maintain eye contact. "...please."

"awe but, baby." you groan, pulling his face close to yours by his neck. "are you sure that's what you want to do?"

nodding eagerly, he says, "yes, I wouldn't want anyone else to do it other than you."

you release a whine at that, feeling your restraints come lose with how he's begging you so cute and nicely. agreeing, you pull his head down to meet your lips, and fireworks suddenly erupt inside sunghoons stomach. every kiss that he has with you is electrifying and his body coils deliciously when you back him up against the wall. you press your torso against his, feeling the tent in his pants growing the more you grind yourself on it. with the hand that's on sunghoons tiny waist, you pull him forward to meet your thrusts, a breathy moan leaving your boyfriends mouth.

"I love you, baby. don't forget that." you say, lips temporarily leaving his.

sunghoon could see the change of color in your eyes, your gaze almost looking feral and it's as if you're going to eat him whole which only gets him harder because fuck, yes, please take him. "I love you too."

you hum, lips dragging against his and he tries chasing them, but you tease him everytime, making him whine.

"let's get you on the bed, yeah?" your hand goes under the black sleeping shorts he wore, caressing the plump skin of his ass. "I don't want you to have your first time here."

guiding sunghoon towards your bedroom proves to be a hard task when he doesn't want to ever disconnect his lips from you, resulting in the both of you stumbling over random objects in your way.

finally reaching your room, you turn the handle and push your boyfriend to lay on the soft mattress of your king sized bed.

feeling out of breath, sunghoon pants, chest rising as he waits in anticipation for what you'll do next. you said you were going to take his virginity, and he hopes you skip the foreplay and fuck him already.

"please, hurry." he begs, hands palming the tent in his shorts. "hurts so bad."

discarding your pants and underwear, you crawl on top of your boyfriend, sitting your wet cunt on his bare thighs. "where does it hurt, honey?"

"m-my dick." he stutters, feeling your wetness coat his skin.

"ahh, of course it does." you tease, crawling up to massage the tent in his pants in an attempt to soothe his pain and ready him for the pleasure he deserves. "cute innocent sunghoon can't keep his dick inside his pants anymore, huh? is baby tired of not getting his dick wet?"

sunghoon knows how much of a tease you are so he shouldn't be surprised at this point, but nevertheless, he whines in embarrassment, debating whether or not to throw his pride away and act like a whore or deny every allegation. the latter seemed impractical though, seeing as he is tired of being a virgin. he's had so many wet fantasies of you that there was a time where he had repeatedly woke up to cum in his pants for a straight week.

so, surrendering to his desires, he agrees, "yes..."

impressed, you nod saying, "then I shouldn't tease you anymore, shouldn't I?"

knowing what he wants is for you to go down on him, he nods eagerly. "yes! no more teasing, please. hoonie can't take it."

you make a sound of feign contemplation before finally agreeing with his words. "I guess it can't be helped. I have to satisfy my babies needs. aren't I the best girlfriend, baby?"

"mhm," he agrees cutely, eyes wide and inoocent as he watches you take his shorts off.

"will you be a good boy and grab a condom for me, pretty?" you ask, gesturing at the bedside table.

of course, sunghoon is a good boy so he does as he's told and retrieves the silver packet from your drawer. "extra large? how did you know I was... wait, why do you even have this?"

smilling at him deviously, you shrug as your hands massage the skin of his thighs, fingertips teasingly grazing his dick. "don't know. just had a guess."

at your teasing, sunghoon chooses to let go of the topic for now, wanting nothing more than to be enveloped with your warmth. he watches as you expertly retrieve the condom out of its packet, blowing onto it before rolling it onto his length.

this is the first time you've touched him there, and he can't help but release a quivered sigh at the feeling of your hands finally wrapping around where he needs you most.

pumping his length to make sure he's fully hard, you admire your baby boys dick; how it twitches when you pull your hand away, how clean he looks, and how the precum that's escaped his hole presses against the elastic. "see? fits so perfectly. I knew you were big."

"you look at my dick often?" he asks, a moment of courage passing him before it gets washed up when he sees the dark look of lust on your eyes.

your eyes don't stray away his length when you agree. finally deeming him as ready, you line your core above his length, eyes locking with his as you sink down on his whole length slowly as to let him adjust to the pleasure. sunghoon isn't able to maintain contact, the pleasure taking over him as he closes his eyes in the sensation. "yeah, been wanting to have you ever since I met you."

with heavy breaths, sunghoon watches as you begin to lift yourself off his length, only to go back down on him. it's all done in a slow pace, but sunghoon is already getting so worked up. sure, he had managed to keep his arousal at bay when you sunk down on him, but he knows that if you go any faster than this, he's going to immediately blow his load, leaving you dry and that's the last thing he wants.

"you good, baby?" you ask, small pants of your own somewhat making sunghoon proud.

"y-yeah b-but," he squeaks out, hands trying to find somewhere to grip and you notice, quickly giving him yours to hold on to. when he finds you, he grips onto you hard, trying to ground himself. "I don't t-think I'm going to last long. feels too good."

cooing, you lean down and even that small motion caused by your walls slightly tightening around his aching cock alone makes sunghoon grip your hands tighter. wanting to give him comfort, you give him a kiss on his cheek before you begin to rock your hips against his length. "its okay, baby. tonight's about you anyways. you can cum for me whenever you want."

the thought of him cumming for you already has sunghoons mind spinning and he watches your steady pace on his lap, a moan being released by him because of how good your walls feel. "y-you want my cum?"

"yeah, baby." you agree breathlessly as your stomach and heart fills with warmth. "want to feel you cum inside my pussy."

at that, sunghoon whines, head thrashing to the side at your dirty words. though he knows his cum won't be painting your walls due to the condom, the thought alone raises a wave of pleasure. "g-go faster, please. want to give you my cum."

"yeah? you're gonna give it to me, baby? you're going to fill my pussy up with your babies?" you ask, panting as you comply with his words and speed up your movements, hands staying connected with his as you plant them beside his head.

unable to form words, all sunghoon can do is clamp his eyes shut and give you fast and eratic nods, mouth too busy moaning and whimpering to be used.

you lean close to his ear, wanting him to hear every breath and whimper you make on his cock. "give it to me, hoon. wanna see how pretty you cum for mommy."

that seems to have done the trick as a few minutes later, sunghoon screams out, hips thrusting up to you as he pumps his cum into the condom. you help him ride off his high, only stopping when he hisses from over sensitivity.

watchin him pant, eyes still closed as he relishes in his first orgasm, you coo. "good boy, hoon. you did so good, baby." out of breath, sunghoon was about to thank you, but his words get cut off when he sees you taking the cum stained condom off his length, only to put the rubber inside your mouth so you can suck out all the cum that clings onto it.

CUT! hope you guys enjoyed this! make sure to like and give feedback because smut writing is hard because everytime I try to write a spicy scene, I end up getting too wet and... you know

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miamochi-writes · 1 year

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Hi there! I recently discovered you and love your blog! It’s so cute! Also your Knives x reader got me feeling things 😍 I love how you describe their playing! Please tell me we get a part 2 for it?🥹

A/n: Hi! These are some of the many asks I’ve gotten on making a continuation for the Like Crazy Knives post I did. I’m surprised there was such a demand (8 people asking or messaging me for this)! So without further ado, part 2 ✨ Here's a link to Part 1 of Like Crazy

It had been days since Knives issued out his order of finding Y/n to his men and followers. He was determined to find their location and wanted updates constantly on any signs or clues that might lead to them. Knives would gladly use his blades to show no mercy on anyone who was unwilling to cooperate or spotted any signs of laziness. Even Legato and Con'rad weren't safe from the plant's fury despite being his closest allies.

In the meantime, Knives would meet with Y/n in their dreams. Whether it be comforting them through talking or the usual piano sessions, Knives savored each moment. He longed and needed their companionship. Y/n and their dream was his sanctuary from all the humans he had to tolerate with. Some days, Y/n showed up much more lively with that sparkle in their eyes. Yet, there were days when they could barely play a few notes. Or worse, there was no dream meet up for the night. When that happened, Knives knew the humans were doing more unethical experiments on Y/n, and would yell at his men to look and investigate harder.

But when Knives did meet Y/n in their dreams, he was always welcomed with:

"Knives, you're here again!"

"Knives, let's do a duet together. I've been practicing!"

"As long as you're here with me, I can keep going."

"Let me listen to you Knives, it comforts me."

Each time Knives heard or saw Y/n, a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders temporarily. It meant they were still alive and holding on as best as they can for him. Who knew such a presence affected the blonde plant this much? So far, Y/n hadn't been able to find any clues on where their whereabouts were. Regardless of each day, they never gave up on looking. But Knives knew Y/n would tell him immediately if they ever found something that could lead to their location.

Just like any other night, Knives was just finishing playing with Y/n in the serene and colorful meadow as they always did. As he was about to hit the last few notes, he could spot the dream starting to fade slowly. Y/n already let out a sigh as they hit the last few notes. They looked to him and leaned their head on his left arm.

"It's time to go already huh?" they asked as Knives pulled Y/n close to his side. He exhaled and gave them a slight squeeze as he looked at their e/c eyes.

"Unfortunately, but know that I'm not giving up on finding you. My men are searching as we speak. In fact, I was informed that after exploring certain areas, we narrowed our search to three regions. We found some ships, but they were either empty long ago or housed other creatures," Knives spoke. Y/n smiled at him as their sullen mood shifted to a more excited aura.

"That's great news to hear! I'm still keeping my eyes and ears peeled on where I'm at. In fact, I overheard I might have another human observe me during tests. I'm going to see if I can get any information out of them," they added.

"All I ask is that you stay cautious and be strong. Until we meet again, Y/n," Knives answered as he held onto them one more time. Y/n looked at them with that smile of theirs that brought Knives a sense of comfort. They held his hand and gave a quick gentle squeeze.

"I will, because one day we will meet and I won't have to wake up to anymore experiments again. Until then, wait for me Knives," they finished as they faded away. Knives opened his eyes as he saw his familiar piano room once more. His arms were empty again as he clenched his fists. The plant got up and left the room. He called out for Legato and demanded updates and the status of the search once more.

~*~

Two days had passed and Knives was in a sour mood. He was informed that one of his followers found a ship the next day after meeting with Y/n. But alas, it only contained corpses of humans and dependent plants. Later on that evening, Knives tried to dream but he kept waking up to his piano room. He played vigorously on the piano keys to vent off his frustrations and worries. Each note resonated within the walls of his headquarters. Anyone that heard the music, knew to braces themselves for the rough night ahead.

By the second night, Knives decided to fall asleep earlier as his only update was that his men were moving towards west of JuLai city. When he closed his eyes, he hoped that he wouldn't wake up to the same room. Once 5 minutes passed, the blonde opened his eyes he smiled after seeing the serene meadow once again. Before he could make his way to the usual meetup spot, he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

"KNIVES! KNIVES!"

Knives turned around to see Y/n running towards him. His eyes furrowed as this was a first, yet he could hear the sense of urgency in their voice. Y/n grabbed onto his shoulders as he steadied them by holding their arms.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" he asked as the fellow plant was catching their breath.

"I was able to find a clue Knives! The new crew member that was observing me...I got information Knives!" they spoke while trying to catch their breath. Knives was in complete shock as he held tightly onto Y/n as their eyes widened from this information.

"What do you know Y/n?" he demanded as Y/n nodded.

"I was able to over their conversation while they were testing me. This human said he transferred over from one of the many cities nearby to the ship I'm in. He said he travels on this thing called a Thomas every day to get to this place. But the last thing I heard was they can hear the steamer when outside," Y/n explained as Knives started piecing things together.

"Y/n, I think I know where you might be. Thank you for finding that out! I'll have my men search immediately!" he answered with the biggest smile creeping in. But the moment did not last long as the meadow started fading immediately. The plant was shocked as Y/n was starting to panic.

"They're waking me up to do more tests Knives. That's why I haven't been able to meet as much. They've been conducting more since the new person showed up. Please hurry and find me Knives!" Y/n called as they held onto his hands tightly in fear of being separated once more.

"Y/n! I'm coming for you! Stay strong for me," he called out as Y/n started to fade away. Knives reached his hand out towards them in desperation before they both faded. Knives jolted awake as he saw the piano he slept on earlier. He then left the room and sped towards Legato to share the new information he received. Everyone tensed at the plant's presence as they were shocked to see him up.

"Everyone check for ships near the Hopeland Orphanage and the Terminal area this instant. That's an order!" Knives called out as everyone scattered into their positions.

~*~

After giving commands, Knives went back to the piano room to play more musical pieces that crescendoed gradually. He instructed everyone not to bother him unless they found the ship or any leads that could take him to his destination. Knives was filled with anticipation just thinking that he finally found something that would lead him closer to Y/n. Oh how he couldn't contain his emotions as they flowed through each note and chord. It wasn't until sunset that Con'rad knocked and entered into the piano room.

"We found a ship Northeast of the Terminal. Legato said he spotted a few people walking in and out from it. He managed to spot on of their ID cards that said Ship 8," the doctor informed as Knives smirked.

"So, we finally found it. I'll be on my way then," Knives spoke as he closed the piano and dawned on his cloak.

~*~

Legato brought Knives to the ship that was concealed between multiple dunes in the desert. Legato forced the door open with his abilities, as Knives walked inside. The ship alarm went off as people were panicking inside. The plant couldn't stand of the incessant noise as he used his blades to silence them once and for all. Some of the humans brought out weapons to defend themselves, but Knives merely scoffed as he continued to walk. Meanwhile, Legato would take care of the crew members and force open every door they passed by. Knives glanced at each room to find the usual bedrooms. He kept walking deeper inside the ship until he spotted three people guarding one room.

"Stay back! Just what do you want from us?!" one of them yelled.

"Where are your plants?" Legato asked.

"You can't have them! We spent years of research just keeping them alive. We're so close to making a breakthrough!" another one argued as Knives figured he must be getting closer. The plant whipped his blades at the humans while Legato forced open the door. Inside were several dependents plants resting in their chambers. Further down was another room. Knives felt something calling out to him the closer he walked to the room. Once Legato forced open the door, inside was another human and behind him was a confinement cell that consisted of lost technology. But inside, Knives saw a passed out figure that he's come to recognize instantly and gently spoke, "Y/n"

"Y-y-you want them? Here! Take 'em! Just please spare me! I was only following orders!" the human begged as he pressed a button that seemed to unlock the cell Y/n was in. This had to be one of the people that subjected Y/n to all those tests. Knives glared at him and cast multiple sharp tendrils to silence the human as he stepped inside the cell. The plant slowly reached his hand to Y/n and brushed off a few stray hairs from their face. Oh he couldn't believe he finally found the one person in his dreams. He then noticed their breathing was slow, but their chest slowly rose and fell steadily.

Knives gently picked up Y/n in his sturdy arms, bridal style. Y/n was light and frail but they had all the qualities that the blonde grew fond of. Knives finally got what he came for as he motioned to Legato that his business here was done. Legato walked out of the room first to clear the path in case oany other humans attacked. As the plant took a few steps, Y/n began to stir as Knives stopped in his tracks. His sky eyes met their e/c eyes widen.

"Knives? Is that really you? Am I dreaming?" Y/n spoke softly as they reached their hand to touch the blonde's face smiled.

"Yes Y/n, it is. And no, this is reality. I finally came for you. We're leaving this ship together," he replied with a genuine smile. Y/n's eyes lit up and wrapped their other hand behind their neck.

"I never thought I'd see the day where you finally rescue me from this place. Thank you for never giving up on me Knives," Y/n spoke as they held on tightly to the plant. Knives leaned in closely to Y/n's face as he rested his forehead onto theirs. He was savoring this very moment, while reassuring them that they were now safe under his care.

"I should be thanking you for helping me find you through those dreams. Now let's go to your new home. Far away from this place where you'll never be experimented on again by these pesky humans," he cooed and placed a gentle kiss on their forehead. He looked again to see a pink blush dusted on their cheeks as Y/n fondly looked at them. They nuzzled their head onto his neck as Knives continued to walk towards the exit. Finally, Knives was able to accomplish one of his goals of saving a fellow dear plant. No more anxiously waiting to see Y/n temporarily through dreams or agonize over whether they would show up or not. No more seeing them in pain or constantly worry about their time being limited. Now, he was finally united with his beloved Y/n as he intended to never let them go or be separated anymore. Now, his loneliness was replaced with the warmth that Y/n brought as Knives looked forward to spending more uninterrupted time with them in his humble abode.

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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this spiralled out of control i apologise. beck's head will clear in 3, 2, 1-

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, suggestive stuff, mind control, threat of death, threat of murder, lots of threats in general, power dynamics, intimate whumper, murder mention

"Oh, I do love it here." Helle stretched out on the king sized bed while Beck was left to stand in the bedroom door, silently fuming. That was his bed, and his room, and his home. "Thank you for asking."

"I didn't," he said quietly, a show of ridiculous defiance he seldom afforded himself. But his home was being turned into a fucking vampire den! Helle went and looked at his treasured family photos, his decorations, touched all his possessions, all while he could do nothing but sit on the sofa and wait for them to leave.

And then they came back. Again. And again. And again. Because they could, and because this was now their new favourite hangout spot; ever since the fucking date night.

"No, I think you did." They gave him a look, a warning, one that Beck always felt compelled to heed. Not this time. He thought he had enough pent up anger to be a little disobedient, so he steeled his nerves and decided to speak up. Well, about as well as a mouse would've against the neighbourhood cat.

"You– you're being... very unfair," he said slowly, forcing out the words one by one, considering each one before committing to it. That wasn't what he'd wanted to say, of course. But he somehow had to repackage his... more blunt sentiments. "And, and you can do that, you can absolutely be as horrible to me as you want. I can't... I can't do anything about it. But I don't want to play along today."

Helle's expression turned playful, and they rolled over to one side of the bed, petting the other as an invitation. Beck wanted to explode when he saw his own fucking bed being offered back to him at a price — a very steep price at that. He didn't want to be anywhere near the fucking vampire.

"Oh, come on," they insisted when he didn't move. He just shook his head.

"Please, get off my bed. You're– you're in your street clothes, and you're rolling around on my blanket that I use after I've showered and I'm clean–"

"Oh, is that the issue?" they asked with a mischievous smile, glancing down at their clothes. "If it is, we can definitely remedy–"

"It's not! It's– it's one of many issues!" he snapped, his little outburst startling him more than it did Helle. "S-sorry. I– just, please, get off."

"You know, sometimes I like it when you get mad at me. Even beyond just the entertainment factor. Because, you see... you are so bland on the surface, but whenever you get angry, it is almost like... I can tell there is something more there."

Bland? What kind of backhanded compliment was that? Or was it just an insult? Beck was so caught off guard that he couldn't even respond before Helle had already moved on, petting the bed again.

"Now, do get over here before I lose interest and just start snapping some bones for fun."

He swallowed, the memory of Helle holding his wrist in their hand and cheerily explaining how easily they could break it seeping back into the forefront of his mind and making his legs move of their own accord. "I said I was sorry," he tried as he carefully lowered himself onto his bed like it was a minefield.

"Yes, I know. And more often than not, I am also fine playing along. But not today, right? Today we are brave and honest."

He hated the way they said that. He had no idea what stupid game they had in mind that required them both on the same bed, but he was starting to get increasingly nervous about it — while Helle easily propped themself up on their elbow, lying on their side, looking at him excitedly like they were at a sleepover.

"I want you to tell me what you actually think. Of me, of spending the night with a vampire, with the specific vampire who has been so mean to you. I want to hear it."

"Wh- what?"

"It is painfully obvious that you are holding back. An understandable choice. But now I want you to just say it. Tell me something absolutely vile."

"I, I don't... I... no, but this, this is what I mean, this is unfair, how can you even– you, you could hurt me so badly," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Is that an invitation?" They raised their free hand before he could answer, cutting him off. "I know, I know. It is not. Not yet, anyway. But very well, if you will not share of your own volition, you shall share under enthrallment."

Beck sat up immediately, his urge to get away suddenly unbearable. "No! No, you said you wouldn't, you said you wouldn't use it!"

"I will if I have to," they cooed. "Or you can just tell me."

"I... will I be punished for this?" he asked hesitantly.

"Oh, Beck, stop being such a coward for one second. Indulge. I can tell you my most depraved thoughts about you in exchange, if–"

"No. No, I, I don't think I want to hear any of that."

"Well, I might tell you anyway. But for now, let me hear your honest opinion."

He didn't want to be enthralled. Now that he was so focused on it, he could already feel it creeping closer and closer at the edges of his consciousness, poking and prodding and gently pushing him to just do it. He knew it could turn vicious at any moment, seizing the information by violently ripping it from his mind against his will.

"I hate you," he said in a shaky little voice, ruining weeks of fantasies of himself yelling these words at the vampire. "I, I hate everything about you, everything that reminds me of you, I hate feedings, I hate you being here, I hate you touching me and my things and, and bringing who knows what into my house, you're ruining my life, I– I wish–" He cut himself off, and Helle pushed further into his mind, forcing the words out of his mouth without his consent. "I wish you had been buried with a stake in your heart back whenever you died. I wish I was there, seeing it through, I wish I could've done it. Hell, you're the only reason I keep a stake in my home, you're the only vampire I ever imagine killing, but I imagine it often and in great detail. I am thoroughly fucking disgusted by you, and I truly wish you were dead and rotting somewhere."

Their hold on him suddenly disappeared, and he was left with the knowledge of what he'd just told Helle to their face. He couldn't run away. He couldn't defend it. He couldn't explain it away. All he could do was sit there and watch them process all of it, hoping that whatever punishment this warranted, he could negotiate it to be a little lighter.

He had never realised just how terrifying a concept enthrallment was. He had been spoiled before, continually presented with choices he thought were impossible... but no, impossible felt completely different. It was his mind being effortlessly taken over and toyed with, it was being helpless, completely helpless against it.

"Okay," Helle said after a while, plopping down onto their back. "Bring your stake and get it over with."

"What..?"

"If you do not comply with this order, I will find the stake and drive it through your heart."

Beck almost fell off the bed in his haste to grab the stake from the drawer of his nightstand, clutching it in his hands uncertainly as he turned back to see Helle still lying on their back, docile as ever. They didn't make a single move to stop him as he reluctantly inched closer.

"You– you wouldn't actually let me," he stammered, and they shrugged.

"You are not going get a better chance."

Well... that much was true. And yet, all he did was kneel there on the bed with a stake in his hand and stare at the vampire.

"You know, from the amount of family photo albums I have flipped through, I could easily find and recognise your mother. Or your brother, really. I wonder whether they would be any more fun, or this particular brand of blandness runs in your family." They looked up at him with a coy smile. "I might just go find out for myself after I've staked you."

There weren't many things Beck was as fiercely protective of as his family. Rage bubbled up in his chest with every word Helle uttered, and he instantly moved to straddle their waist, raising the stake high above his head. He had a clear shot. Helle wasn't defending themself. They were telling him that only one of them was going to leave this room alive, and that if it was them, they would slaughter the rest of his family.

And yet... now that he was actually here, on top of the vampire who had been tormenting him, the thought of killing them was intimidating. It wasn't even killing, all he was doing was sending them back where they belonged! But... but what vampire would take over their territory? Would those vampires grab him too? Would they immediately enthrall him, pump him full of venom, leave him to die? Did he... did he really hate Helle that much..?

He shook his head a little, trying to get rid of the thoughts. This had to be the lingering effects of the enthrallment he'd read about. He did hate them, he hated them more then anything, he wanted them dead, properly, permanently dead. And yet his body wouldn't comply. He wasn't a murderer. He just... he couldn't...

Beck flinched and almost dropped the stake when Helle suddenly moved, trailing their fingers up his thighs, over his hips and onto his waist. He lowered his hands to push theirs away, but they were faster, grabbing him by the wrists and tugging his hands over to their chest. The point of the stake was now right above their unbeating heart, mere inches away from killing them; and they looked up at him with the same calm as always, almost– fond, or... or...

"You could do it now," they whispered, not letting him pull his hands back even if he wanted to. "All those mean, condescending insults, all that pain from feedings, all the ruined date nights, all that frustration from having to tolerate a leech like me in your home... gone."

"I can't," he whispered back, trying to blink away tears of shame. He just couldn't. His life was on the line. His family's life. And he couldn't.

"Why?"

He shook his head again. Maybe he didn't fully know, maybe he just didn't want to talk about it. Maybe he felt like he could just say no now that he was holding a stake to their heart.

"I thought you hated me."

"I do." His hands were shaking badly, worse by the second as Helle slowly worked his fingers loose from the stake. "But I– I don't know what would happen afterwards. And I don't want to kill anybody–"

"I'm already dead, Beck."

"I know." He let them take the stupid piece of wood, the one he now knew he'd never actually get to use because of his own cowardice. He yelped when Helle suddenly flipped their positions, settling comfortably between his legs and putting the pointed end of the stake against his heart.

"I let you do this because I thought it would be a nice little lesson," they said easily, almost pleasantly, no doubt enjoying the way he trembled under them. "I knew you would not be able to do it. At least I was confident enough. Of course, had you tried, I would have simply stopped you... but you did not even try."

There was no trace of fear in their voice or on their face from having been so close to death, nor was there a single tremor that would've run through their hands as they threatened someone with a very much lethal weapon. This wouldn't have been their first kill; nor their first death, for that matter. Beck stifled a little whimper at the thought.

"Whether you admit it or not, you love to hate me. You love to point to me and say I am the source of your problems, you love to fantasise about my death being the end of your misery, but you know it is not true. You love knowing that you do not have to fear vampires out at night anymore, aside from the one you already know. One that is, quite frankly–"

"Spoiling me," he blurted out, and their smile widened.

"Yes. Spoiling you. No magic. No quick and easy scrambling of your fragile, human mind. You love to think I am strict and cruel, because it makes you feel better about the world. You love to think I am the worst of it. But you know it is not true."

"I do, now." He could hear the blood rushing in his ears as he stared up at the murderous being so close to killing him, and he dared hope they wouldn't. Because he knew them, and they knew him, and he dared hope that in itself was enough to keep him from dying tonight.

"I killed my sire like this." They sounded nostalgic, as though they were recalling their most pleasant memories. "There is something... quite special about staking someone. Forcing a piece of wood between their ribs, piercing their heart... I do love doing it. It is quite... intimate."

Beck felt the point be driven further into his skin, nestling between strands of the fabric in his shirt and drawing blood underneath. Maybe he wouldn't have been able to drive it through someone's chest without any momentum. Helle was definitely more than capable.

He held his breath, waiting for his death as the vampire watched the droplet of blood soak a small circle of red into his pristine shirt. Then they threw the stake aside, grabbing a hold of his wrist instead. "But if I staked you tonight, how would I ever turn you into my adoring little vampire servant? No, I am afraid that will have to wait." They kissed the inside of his wrist, and Beck shivered, bracing himself for the bite that would come as a direct result of his own incompetence. "But I am very pleased that this honesty hour has brought us a bit closer together."

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lexosaurus · 10 months

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Keep Your Enemies Closer

A little Tech Hunter AU oneshot I wrote for DP Angstfest 2023! I based this off of @kinglazrus' AU fic for the @dpauzine in which Tucker is the Red Hunter. It's been stuck in my brain ever since, so I couldn't resist writing her AU for this event!

[ao3]

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Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

That's what people always said, anyway. It's what actors spouted in Hollywood blockbusters as their characters sipped their old fashioned in the dimly lit bar. It's what people typed in their chat logs online, thinking of themselves as high and mighty, very cool, not to be messed with, while they cracked open their fifth serving-sized bag of Doritos that day.

But this wasn't a Hollywood blockbuster. It wasn't Tucker talking up himself to random usernames online.

As he looked at Danny, who was animatedly chatting to Sam about some recently released video game that Tucker couldn’t pretend to care about anymore, he knew that this wasn't just a cool verse. It was real, at least to him.

“The final boss was way too easy,” Sam was saying. “It's like the devs weren't even trying.”

“I beat it in like five seconds flat,” Danny agreed.

“Yeah, because you exploited the armor glitch,” Sam said. “If you played the game like it was supposed to be played, the final boss would have taken at least a little longer.”

Danny tsked his tongue. “It’s not my fault that I’m obviously just one step ahead of the devs. And you, actually.”

“Come on,” Sam laughed, catching onto the mood. “Stop messing with me.”

Danny grinned back at her, his fangs poking out over his lips. “Samantha Manson, when have I ever messed with you?”

Tucker ducked his head before his face could show. Though, each day that passed seemed to allow that quiet mask to slip over his face far more easily than the day before. And he wasn't even talking about the little yellow mask that lived under his skin.

He remembered the day he'd pieced it all together. The day all the lies, all the little breadcrumb clues, suddenly snapped into place.

He'd been home, as usual, watching videos of the rapidly increasing ghost attacks targeting the city. And of course, at the epicenter of it all was Phantom.

Danny fucking Phantom.

He remembered Danny calling him, his face popping up on Tucker’s home screen, and Tucker pausing the video and holding up his phone to see the two faces side by side. The same smile, the same freckles, the same jaw and haircut and they were the same.

He couldn’t believe it. But…it made sense. And maybe that was the worst part because it meant that his friend, his best friend, was dead. And worse, he’d turned into a monster.

But when? When had he died? Was it that “accident” that he sometimes referenced? The day he’d gotten hurt by some of his parents’ equipment?

It didn’t matter. Because now, he was Phantom. But how was he Phantom? The ghost that Tucker loathed. The ghost that Tucker had long since blamed for turning their safe city into a fucking warzone.

How did his best friend turn into…that? Was death really so horrible that it completely changed a person?

Or was this always inside Danny, deep down in the recess of his subconscious? So deep, so hidden, that Tucker had never noticed till now.

Some people saw Phantom as a hero, and he seemed to revel in it. His cockiness was overflowing, and he took great pride in arriving at every scene precisely when the new ghost of the week would show up. He'd throw a few puns, assure the crowd that, “Don't worry, citizens! I've got this!”, and then he'd beat the ghost up, suck them in his thermos, and would disappear until the next attack.

Phantom had fooled many of the masses. But despite what Dash's stupid nicknames would suggest, Tucker was no sucker. Even if everyone else had their heads up their ass, he didn't.

Tucker didn’t do anything at first. Maybe he’d just been in too deep of a denial. After all, who wanted to pin the destruction of their city on their fucking best friend?

But then, he started paying attention. To Danny, the “human,” more. All his little quirks, his habits. The way he seemed to jump when Sam casually put a hand on his shoulder (he’d never used to do that), the way his teeth started to sharpen (humans don’t have fangs), the way his eyes would spark green sometimes (it wasn’t a trick of the light), or how he’d always disappear right before a ghost attack (almost like he knew they were coming).

But Tucker stayed silent. Because if Danny was Phantom, then Danny was dangerous. Who knew what Phantom would do if Tucker revealed that he knew? No, it was better to stay docile, not rock the boat, not put his life at risk. Just play it cool.

That plan only worked for so long.

The breaking point wasn’t an explosion of flashy lights so much as it was a seed, planted, but not yet even watered. It was Tucker booting up his virtual computer and opening Tor after school like any other day.

The usual usernames were chatting in his group. People working on their various projects, coming to the chat room for tips or just talking about whatever other topic was on their mind. This was typical—welcome, even—after the confusing mess that had been Tucker’s every other waking moment as of late.

And then the conversation took a turn.

To Phantom.

Sporksmith: I haven't wrapped my head around whether Phantom is a good guy or not. ChaseK: It's sus that as soon as the ghosts started showing up, so did he. Sporksmith: That's what I'm thinking, but the guy takes so many beatings a week. I feel like it's more likely that he's crawling out of the same dimensional holes that they are because the dude has family here or something. Mole: That's probably it. He uses modern slang, so it's pretty obvious he died recently.

This wasn’t the first time they’d talked about Phantom. He was a fascinating subject and under much national scrutiny. But this time, Tucker finally stepped in.

GoldenFryer: You guys don't know what you're talking about. ChaseK: You know something then? GoldenFryer: Yeah, I have some inside info. Can't say much, but Phantom isn't who he seems. He's dangerous. Sporksmith: You sound like a guy who's got something up his sleeve.

He hadn't, at that point. But still, it needled his mind. He was closest to Phantom, wasn't he? Even if Danny himself didn't know. Of everyone, wasn't it Tucker’s responsibility to do something about this?

To set the soul of his dead best friend free?

GoldenFryer: Not yet, but maybe I should.

Of course, he couldn't do it by himself, but there was someone who could help. Someone with money, power, and a vocal hatred for ghostly invaders.

“Tucker Foley,” Vladimir Masters said, opening his door. His hair was pulled back in his signature ponytail, and he wore a gaudy green Packers bathrobe. “You’re awake early on a Saturday for a teenager. My, where's your other half?”

“No Danny today. Just me,” he said, keeping his tone casual despite the sudden anxiety spike in his gut.

Vlad grinned and stepped aside, sweeping his arm over the now open doorway. “Excellent, why don't you come in?”

Tucker followed the gesture and stepped through the door, trying to ignore the guilt that was clawing at him. Danny always talked about how much he hated Vlad, and how creepy the guy was. And while Tucker agreed that Vlad was more than a little slimy, Vlad was a businessman, and more importantly, a billionaire. Being slimy kinda came with the territory.

And besides, Vlad had only moved into the town a year ago, after Danny had already turned into Phantom. So, it wasn't Danny who hated Vlad, not really.

“Come, make yourself comfortable. You're a bit too young for me to offer you a drink, but maybe some water, perhaps?”

“I'm fine,” Tucker said. His voice echoed around the empty house.

“Then sit.” Vlad pulled out a seat at the bar. “I just brewed myself a pot of tea. Maybe you'd care for some of that?”

“No thanks,” Tucker said, his voice jilted as he forcefully remembered his manners. Even if it was Phantom who hated Vlad, Tucker wasn't too keen on being behind closed doors with the man any longer than necessary either.

Vlad paid him no mind, of course, and poured his tea into a fancy china cup. He brought the cup up to his nose, sniffed, and then smiled, setting it down on a small plate on the counter and settling into a seat for himself. “So,” he started, clasping his hands together. “What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you on this fine day?”

Tucker blew a breath out, trying to expel the mounting anxiety in his system. “Okay, I realize what I'm about to say sounds absolutely insane. I get that, but I just need you to let me explain.”

That slimy smirk was back on Vlad's lips. “Oh? Do tell.”

“Okay.” Tucker wrung his hands in his lap. “Okay, just—just hear me out. Trust me, nobody wants to say this less than me.”

“But of course, my dear boy.”

Tucker exhaled one last time and then began. “So, I know who Phantom is. You know, the ghost? I—he's disguising himself as a teenager, and I know who it is.”

“Oh, really? My, that doesn't sound good.”

“It's not.” Tucker closed his eyes, covering his forehead with his hand. “It's the worst, really. Because the person that Phantom is pretending to be—and I know, I know, just let me explain—but it's Danny. Danny Fenton.”

Tucker peeked through his hand to see the smile on Vlad's lips widen.

“Daniel Fenton, my godson, you mean?” Vlad said. “That's quite the accusation.”

“I know it is. Trust me,” Tucker said. “But—okay, so basically, I think what happened was that Danny was in some sort of lab accident, and it killed him. He talks about it sometimes, but he doesn't give any details. But I'm pretty sure that was it. Because only like a month after that happened, all the ghosts started appearing. And Phantom too. I—uh, here. Hang on, let me show you...” Tucker leaned over and pulled his tablet from his backpack. He opened it and went to his files, opening a pdf of his comparison photos. He handed the tablet to Vlad, saying, “This is them side by side in different positions. You can really see it there, when the photos are lined up like this. They look exactly the same. But that's not all! Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Vlad said, swiping through the pdf.

“Look, I don't really know how to explain it, but Danny's just...he's different now. He disappears before ghosts attack, he comes back all beat and sometimes bloody. He's cold, way colder than normal, and sometimes I see him—when someone's annoying him or if he's pissed—where it's almost like...like he can't even contain his human form anymore. His eyes get green, and sometimes ectoplasm sparks in his palms. It's not human.”

“And you see this as...a problem?” Vlad looked up from the tablet. “If Daniel was Phantom?”

“Why wouldn't it be? Don't you have this whole initiative to get rid of ghosts?” Tucker argued.

If anything, that seemed to amuse Vlad more. He set the tablet down and said, “But of course, I wasn't insinuating anything. I merely just acknowledge that Daniel is your best friend and that most of you youths enjoy Phantom's presence in this city.”

“Only the blind ones do. I know better. Phantom is bringing the ghosts into this town. Mr. Masters, you know how all ghosts have Obsessions?”

“Yes, I am aware.”

“Well, Phantom’s Obsession is being a hero, right? What's more heroic than setting up a bunch of ghost fights to 'save' people from?”

Vlad's smile was almost impossibly wide now. “Yes, I understand.”

Something was amusing to that billionaire creep, but Tucker hardly had time to figure out what before Vlad was up out of his seat, pacing around his kitchen.

“You see, I already know all this. You understand, I'm the one funding this city's anti-ghost initiative. And I also know that young Daniel is Phantom.”

Tucker's jaw dropped. “You do?”

“But of course, I do!” Vlad pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped on it for a minute before passing it off to Tucker. In an encrypted app that Tucker didn't recognize was a video.

“Well, go on,” Vlad said.

Tucker pressed play on the video to see a dimly lit alley with Phantom standing at the end of it. He glanced around, and then white rings appeared, passing over his body. A white T-shirt and jeans replaced a black suit, and black hair replaced white hair.

The rings disappeared, and the person that remained was none other than Danny Fenton.

Tucker blinked, and his head snapped out of the memory. His eyes refocused, and Danny Fenton sat in front of him, still talking to Sam, his posture still far too easygoing for someone who wasn't even human.

His human form was impressively detailed. His unruly black hair, dash of freckles on his cheeks, blue eyes, and pointed nose—all signature traits of Danny. He had gotten it almost perfect.

Almost.

It made Tucker's blood boil, and he struggled to push it down, keep it in check. Ghosts could feel intense emotions.

The calm mask slipped over him once more, and Tucker was empty. Just empty.

Just how, when he stared into Danny's eyes, he could see that same emptiness too. There was no humanity left. No, that'd died almost two years ago now. All that remained was a ghost.

He wanted his friend back. But that was impossible. The only thing that he could do now was wipe all ghosts out so no one ever suffered the way Tucker was right now.

He was a hacker, so once he got the tech, programming it was a piece of cake. Okay, so maybe it was a little bit harder than that, but he was nothing if not determined.

And he was nothing if not a damn good programmer.

And now he had the power to fix this, end the ghostly invasion in Amity, end Phantom's terrorizing reign, and set his former friend free.

“What do you think, Tuck?” Danny turned to face Tucker.

“Huh?” Tucker grunted, his elbow nearly slipping from his desk. “Sorry, what are we talking about?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Jeez, you really have been spacey today. Sleep well last night?”

No, he hadn't, actually. Because Phantom had set up another attack at 2 a.m. and so Tucker had to intervene.

Danny was wearing long sleeves today. Good. It meant that Tucker's shot really had nailed his bicep.

“No, sorry,” Tucker chuckled. “Was rushing to get Lancer's essay done. I can't work on it this weekend; my cousins are coming to town.”

“Again?” Sam asked.

No, they weren't. Tucker hadn't seen his cousins since Christmas.

“Yeah, my aunt and my mom are in this whole midlife crisis thing right now. Want to make sure we all bond properly or something.” Tucker waved his hand haphazardly. “You know how moms are.”

That was the perfect trigger for Sam, who huffed expectantly. “Oh yeah, don't even get me started. My mom is still trying to make me bond with Kate. Kate's two years older than me and was the head of her cheer team. Like, hello? You can only imagine what her playlists are like.”

“You should blast some death metal next time,” Danny said.

“Trust me, I have. It's the only way to get her to shut up.”

“Must not be death enough.” Danny flashed his teeth in a mischievous smile. “I’m sure I can help put together a playlist if you want.”

That cocky motherfucker…

Did he enjoy gloating over everyone? Did he really laugh at them when he was alone, all the stupid, idiotic, airhead humans who he thought didn’t notice anything?

Squashing his emotions was suddenly too difficult, and just before the internal tea kettle was able to whistle, Tucker was saved by the bell.

Oh, thank god.

Tucker was out of his seat before anyone else, scooping his notebook from his desk, throwing his bag over his shoulder, and racing out the door before Sam or Danny could catch up.

Still, when against his better conscience he glanced over to his friends, he didn’t miss the subtle look Danny gave him or the green glint in the corner of his eye…

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

If only it was easy.

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chimivx · 2 years

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that january morning. // myg.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader, and ot7 { couple from vegas, baby }

summary: This wasn't in the life plan. This wasn't anywhere near the life plan, but that night you got hooked, both of you, and stupidly have paid the price. Yoongi, still healing from his surgery, is about to make it his life's mission to get you through this.

words: 9k

warnings: THIS IS A MATURE FIC. 18+. SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW. theyre a little kinky. yanno, they make a baby. smut right under the cut. then after that it's just a little angst not really and straight love for one another.

a/n: HI! I have so many scribbles of this couple, I want to post them all, I'm obsessed with them. This thought came to me and I needed to write it, and I'm now deciding to post it because I've been sitting on it for too long. :)

{ read vegas, baby here to get to know this couple some more }

~ december 2020 ~

The beat from a song by a rapper Yoongi had just discovered was playing at a low volume, just high enough to be heard over the sound of both of your heavy breaths and soft sounds. He had been at his desk working, putting some things together for the future plans he had to help keep himself occupied. To say he was going stir crazy was an understatement. Yoongi had gone from living the most hectic life, to being told he couldn't do a thing. He was grateful for his procedure and the break, but he was addicted to his job and couldn’t ever find the willpower to stay still.

After eleven o’clock when he wasn’t in bed you wandered into his office and found him in the dark in front of his computer, eyes squinting at the bright screen illuminating his tired expression. On the desk beside his books sat his brace that he’d taken off, mentioning before how it was uncomfortable to have it on for too long. He was finally at the point where he was allowed to sleep without it.

Leaning against the doorframe you turned on the lights, but only a little bit. They had the ability to dim, and you didn’t want to startle him, so you opted for the gentle glow of the soft yellow light.

“You’ve been in here a long time,” You said as he looked up to you coming over to his side. Slipping a hand down the back of his black t-shirt you give him a gentle scratch and lean over to kiss his cheek. He closed his eyes at the feeling of your lips on his skin, sighing with comfort.

“I keep reviewing the same thing over and over,” He grumbles, “Butter concept’s done. There’s nothing left to do.” Rubbing your hand on his back carefully, you examine his screen of emails and tilt your head side to side.

“Hmmm,” You hummed, getting him to look up at you, “You could do me?” You whisper, turning your chin to meet his eyes that had gone from tired to full of life. A small smile was starting to grow on his lips, having you silently celebrating this victory because you finally got him.

The two of you have had sex three times since his surgery, which was impressive considering it’d only been about a month, but much like the change in Yoongi’s lifestyle, this was a huge change in your sex life. The three times in the month since his surgery was like a normal Saturday night in the past. The concern for your relationship didn’t bother either of you, you were practically married with how you lived your lives. You knew that a couple months of holding yourselves back from ripping open another couch cushion was not going to break your relationship.

Offering this to him now, knowing it was fully up to him, and seeing his eyes light up, you knew that was the green light. That’s how you ended up here in his lap, in his office, straddling his hips, riding him half naked where he sat in the large leather chair.

Holding onto the sides of his neck, fingers slipping into his hair occasionally, your parted lips met each time you bounced, keeping your pace slow, listening to him and how he responded. Both of your pants were on the floor, strewn somewhere when your lips were hot on each other. Neither of you needed much prep, that’s why you came looking for him in the first place, too horny laying in bed alone to think about anything else but his dick inside of you that you’ve been missing for a week.

“I’m not gonna last very long,” He whispers, catching your bottom lip between his teeth as he moans at the way you grind your hips in a circle against his. Chuckling under your breath, you dance your tongue between his lips and return the sound.

“Baby, I was halfway there when I walked in this door,” You raise an eyebrow and he laughs between breaths.

“Miss this,” He says, “Miss you…” Trailing off into a whisper, you pause for a moment to hold his cheeks to kiss him, for a long time.

“You don’t have to miss me,” You tell him, pressing your forehead to his, “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” Yoongi takes a deep breath, then catches your lips once again. He snakes his functioning arm around your waist, holding you tight, and lifts you as he stands up to your surprise. Doctors said no strenuous activity, and you were sure that sex was included, at least this kind was.

“Yoongi!” You giggle as he places you onto his desk, “You can’t do that.” You slide your hands around his waist, and up his shirt, dragging your nails gently down his skin, loving how it made his eyes flutter shut.

“I know, sorry, I just… Need to do this,” He holds you around your back as tight as he just was, and before you could question him you’re tossing your head back with a filthy moan as he starts to buck his hips into yours mercilessly. His body is flushed against you, his arm around your back keeping you in place while your fingers dig into his skin, clawing gently, but hard enough to leave scratches behind.

“Oh m’go…” You groan, unable to finish a word, “Yoon… Y…” He grins wickedly, watching you finally fall apart beneath him. Having you on top was godly, and he loved everything about it, but knowing that he was the one responsible for splitting you in two was his thing… this was what he preferred, and after you being on top the past three times, he was determined to make you cum this way instead. A reminder that he still had it.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” He praises, lips grazing your cheek, “So patient while I recover,” Lifting your head you look up at him with big, full eyes that drove him absolutely nuts. He was seconds away from bursting, but not before you.

“Miss the way I fucked you?” He asks, keeping his eyes on you. Somehow, his thrusts got faster. Yoongi lifts his knee to the desk to press your thighs open even farther, exposing you more to him, and with the new angle being able to thrust deeper within you if that was even possible.

“Yes,” You whine, “Fuck, yes, yes, yes…” You answer to the rhythm of his hips, your voice getting higher and louder, feeling the coil tighten and start to burn in your center.

“I love you so much,” He whispers, lips traveling to the valley of skin beneath your ear, sucking harshly before swirling his tongue over the mark he so proudly made.

“Fuck, I love you,” You say breathlessly, moaning aloud for him again, “Yoongi, I love you, so much.” His hips were pistoling into you relentlessly, the shrewd sound of your skin slapping now overpowering the music that had been playing. Each thrust was getting sloppier, his high catching up to him to his disappointment. For once he was comfortable having sex with you, and his body wanted it to end already.

“Y-your gon’ cum,” You whimper, eyes locked on his. He nods shamelessly making you smile.

“Where?” He asks fast, eyes going wide as you hook a leg around his waist and hold him tighter with your hands.

“Cum inside me,” You whisper, nipping his bottom lip, moaning as you kiss him. He could’ve fallen over if you weren’t holding him so tight, cumming inside you was rarely a request he received, and with the state he was in now it sent him straight over the edge. Hips pushing into yours with force, he toppled over you, hands catching himself on the desk behind your back as pleasure ripped through his entire being.

“Need you to cum,” His voice is raspy as he pulses tiny thrusts into you, sucking air in harshly through his teeth. Trembling beneath him, you were right there, admiring him as he lost himself.

“Please,” He pleads, bringing a hand between you to rub circles on your swollen clit, “Baby, cum.“ His fingers send you into a frenzy, clenching around his cock that had him sucking in another forceful breath.

“So… Close,” Your voice was barely audible, your lungs were taking in air and not letting any out, “Yoongi, fuck!”

“Need you to cum on my dick,” He says, his tone serious and deep, “Please,” Comes out of him as a plead again, borderline whining, “Baby, please,” Writing in euphoria, one last whinier plea snapped the coil, your head falling back as you finally exhaled, moaning louder than you had all night. Squeezing the life out of him, he winces, the overstimulation something he wasn’t used to anymore, and after riding your high with you he has to slip out.

Placing a hand to his cheek, breathing between your lips, you smile, exhausted. Yoongi smiles back, giving you a lazy kiss.

“Bed?” He asks quietly. Nodding, you rub your thumb on the apple of his cheek, and kiss him one more time.

“Shower first,” You answer, “Are you okay?” The hand on his cheek slid down to his neck, eyes following it, then to the top of his shoulder with the gentlest touch. Taking a slow, deep breath, he exhales and bobs his head.

“I’m fine,” He gives you a lopsided smile before glancing between you, “Are you okay? You never tell me to do that.” Heat rises to your cheeks, turning them pink, and you want to shy away from him. Nervously looking away, Yoongi places a finger beneath your chin to turn you to face him, kissing your cheek to comfort you.

“I like feeling close to you,” You whisper, and he listens intently, “We used to have each other all the time, whenever we wanted… I guess I just… miss that.” Yoongi’s eyes are narrow, watching you, concerned, but listening full heartedly.

“I’m sor-“

“Don’t apologize, D,” You laugh shaking your head, drawing light circles with the pads of your fingers over his shoulder, “It’s not your fault, you needed this, you know that,” He averts his eyes for a moment, continuing his head bob, “I do have to admit…” You regain his attention, “It’s kinda hot.” He furrows his brows, and pouts his lips, questioning you. Slipping your hands around his back where they had once been, you hold him tight and bring your lips to his ear.

“Sitting here in front of you, full of your cum,” Your tone made every muscle in his body tense, you could feel it, “You’re not fucking me but you’re still inside of me.”

“Fuck,” He mutters, lifting a hand to grip your arm as he shut his eyes.

“I know we never do it, but I really fucking love it,” You breath heavily against his neck, licking a stripe on his skin before yanking his shirt down to place open mouthed kisses down to his exposed collarbone, “Thinking about it gets me so wet, imagining you cumming inside of me everytime we fuck… Knowing you wouldn’t hesitate to fill me up if I asked you to…” Keeping your kisses going, Yoongi was hanging on by a thread. Eyes shut tight, breathing through pursed lips, eyebrows scrunched together- the man was gone.

“We can… we can talk about… this,” His voice was shaky, “I love it… too, fuck… but we should be careful ab-bout it…” Lifting your head to look up at him, you pouted your bottom lip and made sure he saw you. Meeting your eyes he cursed under his breath and bit down on his own lip. Sneaking a hand between your bodies, you wrapped your hand around his length that was eagerly throbbing, ready to go again just by your words and minor ministrations.

“Do it again?” You ask politely, “Please?” You could take him again. You could take him all the time. Breaking your role for a second, you reassure him of something knowing that you both felt the same way.

“I can get a pill tomorrow,” You say strictly, and his hesitance is no longer an issue. Yoongi pops you off of the desk and takes you by the wrist, nearly dragging you to your shared bedroom. A wicked smile grew on your face, content that you’ve gotten what you wanted, and also because you knew that he was into this way more than you ever would be.

“Where are you comfortable?” You ask him quickly, as he lets go of you and you stumble toward the bed.

“Lay down,” He demands, brushing away the subtle mention of his injury, and you follow through, crawling toward the headboard, ass on full display for your man who was right behind you. He slips off his shirt as he gets comfortable between your thighs that he noticed were starting to be covered in your shared arousals as you transitioned positions.

Using his hands he spread your knees apart, lifting them toward your chest, then he took a single finger and drug it slowly over your leaking center, gathering the mess he was responsible for. Moaning softly while he touched you, you try to grind your hips against his digits, seeking any kind of friction. His eyes flickered up to yours, the devil laced in his pupils making you moan again. You watched in awe as he lifted his finger to his lips, and placed it on his tongue, pulling it out from between his lips slowly.

“D,” You whine impatiently, wiggling your hips around against nothing.

“What? You want a taste?” He smirks, slipping that same finger inside of you, maneuvering it around in a circle before sliding it out covered in cum, his and hers. Leaning over top of you, he uses his other hand beneath your chin, holding your jaw. “Open,” He groans, and you think he’s going to give you the finger, but instead drops a thick wad of saliva from his lips, letting it fall onto your tongue you so willingly held out for him. A whine escaped from your throat that made him groan in return, prompting him to dip his finger between your teeth. “Suck,” He whispers, and you obey, hollowing out your cheeks, enjoying the mix of sweet and salty that danced on your tongue. Pulling his long, narrow finger out with a pop he wastes no time, pushing his cock into you without warning.

“Fuck!” You cry out, hands latching onto his bare back, for sure leaving behind scratches now.

“Goddamn,” Yoongi grunts, letting his head lull onto your chest, “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a slut for my cum.” His words have you clenching around him already, each thrust sending you further and further into nirvana.

“I am,” Your voice is wrecked, moaning between every word, “I’m.. a slut-ahh… for y-your cum.” Yoongi snickers and pounds into you even harder, his teeth biting at the skin on your neck spurring you on to be even louder for him.

“Gonna give it all to you, baby,” He says, “Gonna fill you up so good, cum inside you so hard you’ll be feeling me for days.” Your body trembled, shaking as your high built up incredibly fast. Yoongi felt this, bringing his agile fingers to your clit to get you there faster because there wasn’t any way he was making it through without it.

“Need you to cum like a good girl if you want it,” His tone teases you, “Only good girls get my cum inside of them.”

“Please,” You whisper, panting beneath him, moving your hips in time with his own, “Gonna cum… Need you in me… Fill me up…” As you babbled mindlessly, your orgasm ripped through your body, your hands gripping him tight as your back arched and your chest pressed against his.

“Fuck, yes,” He whispers, planting a kiss sloppily to your lips, “Good girl, you feel so good,” He pressed his forehead to yours, and thrust three more times before he was pushed over the edge, spurting his warm cum right into you.

Moaning happily, you smile, nibbling on your bottom lip, ecstasy lingering around the two of you. Your parted lips touched once, swirling your tongues dirtily before he pulled away and sighed.

“Don’t leave,” You whisper, and he half smiles.

“I love you, but I have to, or you’re going to be under me all night,” He jokes, but you know he’s right. Sitting himself up, he lays down beside you, reaching a hand over to tangle his fingers with yours. Turning your head to look at him, you found him already gazing your way, admiring you where you laid. You offer him a smile that he takes with joy.

“You’re feeling better,” You say quietly. He thinks to himself for a moment, smiling softly again.

“I think so,” He sighs.

And after hours of sleep, by morning, the precaution you both spoke of and said you’d take was long forgotten, and the new, exciting kink you refused to admit you both shared was established as a regular practice.

~ january 8th, 2021 ~

A long, whiney groan comes from beneath your bed covers- from you. You had been buried beneath them all weekend with Yoongi taking care of you as well as he could now that he was back to work full time. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress right now, half dressed, rubbing his hand over your back that was covered with the blankets.

“Baby,” You mumble into the pillows, “You shouldn’t be in here, I don’t wan’ get you sick before you have to go.” Yoongi chuckles, then sighs, stilling his hand.

“I’ve worked with worse things than a stomach bug,” He says, keeping his tone light.

“Is that what this is?” You ask, pulling the covers off of your face to try to peek at him. He angles his chin to see you eye to eye and he smiles gently.

“It’s not Covid,” He shakes his head once. Taking a deep breath that disrupts your stomach like they had been for the past few hours, you groan again and roll onto your back, placing your palms over your abdomen. Eyes squeezed shut, you start to hum through the pain, hoping it would subside soon. Yoongi watches with worry, afraid to touch you anywhere in case he disturbed you, or inflicted more discomfort.

“It’s like,” You start to speak slowly, “I need to get… sick… I feel it coming, but I don’t know… why it won’t just happen…” Opening your eyes, you reach a hand toward him and he takes it, holding onto it like you were breakable.

“Go get ready,” You say quietly to him, taking in his half naked appearance, him sitting beside you in dress pants and nothing else. He narrows his eyes, disappointed you’d even tell him to do that.

“I’m not leaving you like this,” He says.

“You are not missing this show, D,” You try to toughen up your tone as best as you could, “You are too excited for it, and so are the guys… Army misses you, baby, you need to go.” He drags his thumb over your palm, watching it for a second before looking back up.

“Not without you,” He whispers, “I need you. I need you to be there. I want you to be there, this is… this is everything,” You smile a bit as his face lit up as he spoke, “I need to share this with you, it’s too huge to not have you there with me, I love you too much to go without you.” Another rumble of your stomach wipes your smile away, making you sit up to lean forward on his arm. Yoongi sighs, placing a hand to your head, losing his fingers in your hair. He gives your scalp a light scratch and nods a couple of times, knowing you couldn’t see him.

“What did we eat?” He asks himself quietly, rewinding the past few days in his head.

“Fuck, don’t talk about eating,” You spat with a groan, feeling your insides flip at the thought of ingesting anything.

“Sorry,” Yoongi whispers. You felt bad, guilty almost. Tonight was going to be legendary, and you’d been looking forward to it since the day he was cleared and approved to go. There had been a video call meeting, something on Zoom or one of those networks, and all seven of the guys were there. The doctors who performed the surgery were there, and every person of importance from Hybe was there. Squeezing in the tiny frame on screen with him, sitting on his lap, you broke out into a cry as the guys broke out into cheers at the first hearing of the news.

Neither of you expected you’d be sick for the past couple of days, your brand new dress had been hanging in the doorway of your bathroom for over a week.

“Can I have my phone, please?” You ask politely, lifting your head, feeling cold and shaky. Yoongi leaps to his feet obeying his orders, grabbing your phone off the charger from the dresser across from your bed, and hurrying back to your side with persistence.

“Thank you,” You attempt to smile, taking it from his own shaking hands that you gave a weak squeeze to before swiping open to your home screen.

“What’re you doing?” Yoongi leans over your screen with you like a child, nosey per usual. Hesitating, you turn your chin and give him a smile that tells him to take two steps back- nicely.

“Would you just, please, go get dressed,” You say, pressing your lips together firmly. Yoongi looks from your eyes, to your phone, back to your eyes, then to your lips where he places the smallest, quickest kiss he can catch before he makes his exit into the bathroom. Part of you was praying to something, anything, that the thought bouncing around your mind for the last five hours while you laid in bed wasn’t true. Not now.

Tapping on your calendar, you scroll to today’s date and release a breath, screwing your eyes shut, tossing your phone to the carpeted floor with a loud thud, as if you mustered up all the energy you possibly could have in your current nutrition deficient state to try to rewind the weeks. Rewind the weeks to tell your past self to not be stupid, to think about what you were doing before you did, and to remind yourself to get to the store the following mornings- or to just not do it at all.

“Y’okay?” Yoongi speaks up, peeking out of the lit up bathroom now wearing the sweetest sweater. His eyebrows were nestled together in the center of his forehead above his worried eyes, watching as you rubbed your own, dragging your hands down your face and neck. He looked so adorable, the joy he’d been radiating for days but keeping on the low was seeping through his exterior, melting your heart while simultaneously stomping it into your gut with vigor.

“Yoongi,” You begin cautiously, making his face twist in confusion at the use of his full name.

“What’s wrong?” He steps into the bedroom suspiciously, each foot planting into the fuzzy carpet heavily.

“Do you think I’m pregnant?” You blurt out, unsure of how to start the following conversation, figuring bluntness was the way to go. Yoongi doesn’t move. The confused look is frozen on his face as he stares at you, speechless. There’s an actual minute of silence, neither of you stirring, just occupying space in the cozy room watching each other.

You imagined this scene to go one of two ways- either Yoongi panicking, and fleeing the premises, or you panicking, and digging the grave for your life… while also fleeing the premises. However, it was calm, and nothing like a dramatized soap opera. Were you nervous? Of course. Did the thought of having a baby terrify you? Absolutely, but those nightmares seemed to be chased away with how Yoongi’s face softened within these sixty seconds. There was no guttural gasp, or fainting, nor was there going to be an overactive argument where things got thrown and broken. He folded his hands together in front of him, and tilted his head a smidge.

“What if you are?” He asks quietly, observing you and your energy much like you were doing to him. You shrug your shoulders.

“What if I am?” You return the tone, eyes studying him for a quiver of unsanctified emotion. He takes two timid steps toward the bed before swallowing, hard, a quiver of… something. Tears began to well in your eyes, a sudden sharp shaky breath ripping through you sending Yoongi rushing to your side.

“Hey,” He whispers, pulling your body into his where he sat himself down beside you. Crawling into his lap, you snake your arms around his back and bury your face into his chest, letting the tears come out. His hands hold you close, slipping under your shirt to rub circles on your bare back to soothe you.

“It’s okay,” He mumbles, pressing a kiss into your bedhead, “We can check.” Sucking in another deep breath, you huff out a laugh.

“How, I don’t exactly buy fucking pregnancy tests when we grocery shop, D,” You say, just a tad harshly, “Fuck,” You mutter, “I’m sorry.” Yoongi simply smiles.

“S’okay,” He whispers. He knew.

“We’ve never really talked about what would happen if this ever… What do we do?” You opt for a nicer tone, turning to look up at Yoongi who gazed down at you.

“I mean… we’re not eighteen years old…” He pauses after a short laugh, choosing his following words carefully with the time-bomb that is you on his lap in front of him, “We’ve been in a, in my opinion, a very secure relationship for the last seven years… I always saw you having my babies one day.” You could’ve turned to putty in his arms right then and there. Pouting your bottom lip, he chuckles.

“You did?”

“I did, and I do,” He nods, “But that’s your choice, baby.” You both react subtly to the pet name that suddenly felt different.

“You’d do it right now?” You ask, and he nods, “In the middle of your career?” He nods again.

“What if it’s our only shot?” His voice is quiet, his words and persistence sending a chill down your spine. There is another minute of silence. Sixty seconds full of a trillion thoughts, but none that needed to be spoken. You could see right through one another.

Yoongi loosens his grip on you as you shift on his legs, sitting up to hook both arms around his neck before pressing a long, loving, overdue kiss to his lips. The hands that touched you gently on your back wanted so badly to pull you in, roll backward onto the sheets and just kiss you into oblivion, but you both had somewhere to be in about an hour.

“Let me make a call,” Yoongi says between shared air, “You’re coming with me tonight, I don’t care what you say. I’m not leaving you here, not now. Wasn’t even planning on it.”

“Yeah, you’re not good at planning things,” You find the heart to tease him, earning a small tickle to your side as he shifts you off of him, pressing a kiss to your forehead before padding away to collect his phone.

On the bathroom floor in front of the closed toilet sat Yoongi, while you stood in the mirror putting on your makeup, fighting how vaguely dizzy you were feeling. Every couple seconds, or every fifth flick of your brush, you were glancing over to him to watch him stare at the skinny plastic stick on the lid.

A member of his team who was always close by had run to get you guys three different kinds of tests, but you decided together to only take one now for peace of mind, then save the others in case anything were to happen again. The woman was sworn to secrecy, of course, half jokingly, but you didn’t need anyone else finding out that this was happening. Neither of you wanted the guys to find out, if it was negative and they knew you took one, they’d never let you or Yoongi live it down.

“You look beautiful,” Yoongi finally breaks the silence, gazing up at you and your undone hair, to which you frown.

“I don’t feel beautiful,” You mutter to your reflection, layering on some mascara. He shifts on the floor, then huffs a small laugh, turning toward you holding something in the air.

“You’re having my baby, I get to say you look beautiful,” He smiles. You drop your mascara in the sink, the brush getting globs of thick black product all over the ceramic. Looking down to him, he was holding the test out for you to take. Snatching it from him, you sigh as you take in the two, thick, dark lines that were showing in the little box. Clear as day.

“It’s not even… like... blurry? So… like… that has to mean… mean that…”

“You’re pregnant,” Yoongi says quietly, watching you in awe, this look much different than the one he was giving you five minutes ago as he held your hand while you did what you had to do to take the test. Dropping your hands to your side, your heart racing like crazy, you can’t help but smile.

“I’m pregnant,” You whisper, falling to your knees to catch him in a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to his neck. Yoongi takes a deep breath, nuzzling his cheek against yours before pulling away to touch your noses together. You admire his loving eyes that were very obviously concerned about you.

“What are you feeling?” He asks, swirling a hand on the small of your back. It was like he could feel your heart pumping away between your stagnant lungs.

“Nervous,” You barely speak, and he nods in tiny, beckoning you to keep talking to him, “Scared… a lot… We’d be raising a kid… In this insane life we live… You're an Idol for god's sake, D,” You both laugh, “But it's kind of amazing, and you’re making me feel less nervous about it… Please say something.”

“It’s amazing,” He agrees, kissing your cheek lightly, “It’s nothing like how a traditional life is supposed to go, or how we were expected to live our lives… but I can’t help but feel like this was supposed to happen.”

A future between the two of you was rarely discussed, but in the way that you both knew you were endgame, no matter what. There wasn’t any need to talk things through, be prepared, or stress about what the future could possibly hold. You had Yoongi, and he had you, that’s what was important. Throughout the seven years you’ve been together, you and Yoongi knew it was forever.

“Are we going to do this?” He looks hopeful, and you cannot help but feel completely enamored by him. Your hesitance makes his hope falter, but giving him a few quick nods you grin, pulling him into another hug where you sat on the floor. Letting out a sappy cry on his shoulder, he soothes you by running a hand over your hair.

“Gonna need all your help,” You whisper, “Can’t do it alone…”

“I know,” He sighs, “I’m here, I’ll be here. I will drag you everywhere with me if I have to, I don’t care what anyone says. I’ll shrink you down and keep you in my pocket… I can’t believe this is happening.” You laugh at his rant, pulling back to smile at him before sharing a long kiss.

“I love you,” You say, and he smiles back.

“I love you.”

Less than an hour later, dressed in your brand new get-up bought just for tonight, you and your boyfriend were whisked away to the 35th Golden Disk Awards where he’d be making his very own comeback to his own band. Yoongi had been away for a little over two months, so it was shaking him to his core that he was going to be able to join his brothers on the red carpet and in the performance, though it devastated him that he wasn’t allowed to partake in the choreography.

“You’ll be living up to that little lie you tell,” You had teased him while he gave you a rundown of how the show was going to go, “Suga doesn’t like to dance.” A laugh was shared, as well as a playful shove to your shoulder that turned into a little wrestling match, ending with you pinned underneath him smothered in his kisses- a week before today.

With how carefully Yoongi escorted you out of the house and into the car, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be wrestling with you if he knew what he knew now. Maybe it was his nerves from coming back… or it was his nerves from just learning that he was going to be a father a couple of hours before he had to perform in front of an audience with his best friends he wasn’t even sure he could tell this news to.

Every single tiny little thing would have him running to Jin, asking for his advice, or begging for his help, but now? How was he supposed to ask his brother what he would do if he were in his place? Yoongi meant every word he said, it came straight from his heart. What didn’t cross his mind was- anything. He needed words to come from his brain, not his heart. Logical thinking never happened in front of you, or whenever something involved you, it was always deliciously thick, sweet and sappy thoughts from his heart, his heart that was constantly saturated in you.

In the backseat of the car you sit in the center, laying your head on Yoongi’s shoulder to rest your eyes for the drive. You may be dressed to the nines, but how you felt inside didn’t quite equate. The headache you’ve had for days was drumming away, the aching shooting from in front of your eyes to the back of your head. With each bump the driver of the car hit, your stomach had a nauseating response, and of course mixed with a headache it made everything worse.

“Almost there,” Yoongi whispers with his arm around your body, “You can lay down when we get inside.” He presses a tender kiss to your head, looking down to you with his eyebrows knit.

When you didn’t feel good, Yoongi didn’t feel good. He always wished for the ability to take away your pain or sickness whenever something occurred, it broke his heart knowing you were suffering.

Though most moments like these you’d reassure him that you were fine, that you could handle this, that you and so many other people were warriors once or twice a month… You didn’t have a baby growing inside of you. Now he felt a responsibility, a need to take care of you because half of this was his fault.

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs, standing with the guys in the hallway outside of the dressing room you were laying down in, “She’s not feeling too good.” Jimin picks his head up and looks amongst the group.

“Did she take a test?” He asks quietly, and Yoongi’s heart plummets to his knees. Hiding his shock, he clears his throat, shakes his head and narrows his eyes. Jin’s expression falters as he glances down at his shoes.

“A covid test?” Jimin restates his question.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers, taking a deep breath, “Yes, she did, it’s not covid.” Jin snakes a hand around Yoongi’s back, pulling him away from the guys, waving them away when they asked where they were heading.

Jin takes his brother down the hall and to a secluded spot where their conversation could stay discreet. He can tell something way bigger is eating away at Yoongi.

“What’s going on?” He asks him, planting a hand to his good shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes. Yoongi sucks in another breath, releasing it shakily. He glances anxiously down the hall, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“No one followed us,” Jin says softly, “Talk to-”

“She’s pregnant,” Yoongi says. Jin’s jaw is stuck open. Nodding his head within the silence, Yoongi chuckles.

“I know,” He acknowledges his brother's shock.

“Preg… Pregnant?” Jin speaks under his breath, taking a step toward Yoongi, closing the space between them.

“With a capital P,” Yoongi presses his lips together.

“Wha- When? What?” Jin sputters, not realizing how tight his hand was holding onto Yoongi’s shoulder now. It was like he was absorbing all of his anxiety and doubt, releasing him of it.

“We just…” Yoongi trails off, glancing down the hall again before sighing and turning back to Jin, “We’ve had a lot of down time recently.”

“My brother, you’re still in recovery,” Jin starts to laugh, gesturing toward the brace Yoongi was instructed to wear between appearances, “And trust me when I say we know having, or not having, ‘free-time’ was never an issue for either of you,” Yoongi smirks.

“Would love to know how it happened, though,” His eyes pointed down, and Jin shifted his position so he could fold his arms across his chest, curious. Glancing up to his concerned brows, Yoongi relieves him by telling him that this child was absolutely his. He hesitates for a moment wondering if he should spill the details of how he knows it happened, but then ponders if those details are entirely too personal. At the beginning of this relationship Yoongi needed all of Jin’s help, and no detail was ever TMI, however, with a guess of how this baby was made, there was a possibility of crossing a line.

“You’re babbling like an idiot, can you just say what you need to say?” Jin spoke with his hands then crossed them again, waiting for his brother to tell him what he wanted to hear.

“It’s too much,” Yoongi whispers, and Jin slaps his hands to his thighs with a quiet groan.

“I get it, she’s a good friend,” Jin nods, understanding why he was keeping quiet, “But you’re my friend first, my brother.”

“Fine,” Yoongi says, and Jin claps his hands together once with a smile, rubbing them together like he was about to get some delicious tea, and he was.

“You can be pretty kinky,” Yoongi begins quietly, Jin nodding without remorse to his statement, “But you’re like… passionately kinky.”

“I appreciate that,” Jin agrees, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Yoongi laughs at his serious tone, “When it comes to us, it’s, ugh…” His eyes start to deflect, “She’s unpredictable, I’m unpredictable, we’re both…”

“Impulsive?” Jin offers, making Yoongi nod.

“Yeah, impulsive,” He repeats, then sighs, “So it makes sense. She tells me at the absolute last second to cum inside of her as I’m about to pull out, and… that was it.”

“Daaamn, Yoongi,” Jin slowly rocks his head side to side, “I’ve never had a woman tell me to do that,” Yoongi pops his brows once, laughing again, “What are the chances that’d be it though, who would’ve thought that?”

“Oh,” Yoongi huffs, eyeing Jin carefully, “It wasn’t only one time.” Stepping back, eyes going wide, Jin cocks his chin.

“You made a baby voluntarily!” He shouts. It seemed almost accusational. Yoongi lunges forward to grab Jin by the chest and pull him back, speaking to him quietly nearly nose to nose.

“As much as I, think, I love this… This was not voluntary,” His tone is flat, “She’s obviously not ready to do this, and I hate that she’s going to feel obligated to carry this through.” Jin’s total shock had subsided, now all that was left was subtle worry for his friends.

“Why would she feel obligated? She knows she has a choice right?” Jin asks. Yoongi then goes on to tell him what he had said to you, how it could possibly be your only chance, which he only said out of his own anxiety for getting older. He’s known you were the one a long time ago, otherwise he never would’ve roped you into the rollercoaster that is his life.

He wanted to be married to you before this happened. He wanted to give you his last name before he gave you his children. Maybe what you said wasn’t too far off, he was bad at planning things. The marriage idea had been living in his mind since the start of this year, but the world had other plans that put him on hold. When things started to look up he thought he could try again, putting together something special for you with Jungkook in hopes that you’d say yes when he got down on one knee, but then he got news of his procedure.

Nothing would go to plan even if he tried his absolute hardest to have it go right, and though you were content right where you were in this relationship, Yoongi felt like he couldn’t grasp control. The only thing to reassure him, the only thing to remind him that he was nothing but incredible, was you. And here you are, mustering up courage to carry your shared DNA Yoongi wasn’t even positive you were ready to handle, just because he wanted it.

“Neither of you have… talked about it,” Jin narrows his eyes, “When did you find this out?”

“Probably two hours ago,” Yoongi bobs his head, then chuckles.

“Jesus,” Jin groans, rolling his head backward, “Yoongi, you both need to sit down and have a conversation about it. Voice all of your doubts, voice all of your opinions, and hear hers out,” He advises. Yoongi takes in his words with care, nodding quickly as Jin dished out the wisdom he desperately needed.

Back in dressing room six, you were curled up on the end of the comfiest couch you’ve ever laid on. Maybe it was because you weren’t feeling well, but the way the cushions were hugging you perfectly made you want to ask Yoongi if you could get this furniture for your living room. It was like resting on piles of cotton made from angel’s hair, or better yet, the curve that Jimin’s tiny frame had been blessed with on his backside.

A gentle knock at the door made you pop open your eyes. Yoongi shut the lights off before he kissed you on the cheek and left you in the position you were still in. You’d only been resting for what felt like five minutes, he had an entire red carpet to do, how was he allowed back in here already.

“Go, D, please,” You force a hefty tone in your voice, and the laugh that follows it was not Yoongi’s. The only light that came in was that of the hallway, and whoever entered the room was quick to shut it so as to not disturb you.

“Guess he didn’t want to come today?” It was Jungkook. Lifting your head off of the dark green pillow, he clicks his tongue and insists you lay back down as he sits beside you.

“It’s not that he didn’t want to be here,” You begin, following orders, letting your eyes close, “He won’t leave me alone.” Jungkook laughs, keeping himself at a tolerable volume for your sake.

“He seems worried about you,” The younger boy smiles at you even though you couldn’t see him, “Jin just pulled him away to calm him down, I think.”

“Good,” You sigh, “Take him away, I’m fine. He needs to be with you guys, that’s why he’s here.” Jungkook takes his bottom lip between his teeth and nods. All six of them were ecstatic when they found out that Yoongi would be here with them tonight. It’d been too long, and with the way life had been this entire year… they needed this moment.

“Why didn’t you stay home?” He asks tentatively.

“Don’t want me here, Kookie?” You tease, tapping him in the chest with your bare foot. The shoes had come off before you were even in this room. Jungkook grasps his heart and laughs with you, then quiets after you groan, proving his point.

“He wanted me here… If I didn’t come, he wasn’t going to come… And if I’m being totally honest, I feel way too scared to be sitting home alone right now,” Your voice fell to a whisper. Concerned, Jungkook shifts in his seat to face you completely.

“What’s happening at home?” He asks, instantly switching into defense mode like any of them did when you told them something was wrong.

Like Yoongi, you weren’t sure if you should be sharing this news with anyone yet, let alone tell the men who were performing in front of an audience in, like, an hour.

Typically you’d call Sunny. She would know what to do, or know what to say to get you through whatever you were feeling, but she’d been away for a couple months. At this point you couldn’t separate simple reality from the anxiety looming inside of you. It was obvious Yoongi wanted to have this baby, he didn’t show an ounce of regret back at home- although, he could be hiding it purposely, you didn’t share too much worry or deny wanting this, so what if he thinks you want this. You weren’t even totally sure, but a piece of you already felt attached. There was a little… something inside you that you made with the man you love entirely too much.

“I’m pregnant, Kook,” You whisper, gazing over at him now that your eyes have adjusted. Jungkooks went wide, but not with complete shock, they were almost bright. The corners of his lips prick up a bit, and comfort washes over you, warming your chilled skin. You were blushing.

“Holy shit?” He half questions, breaking into a full smile, “That’s why you don’t feel good, right?” You nod, “I’m sor- I don’t mean to smi- You’re sick, and I’m smiling, I don’t even know how you feel about this. I just- It’s kinda- You- Wow.” Your jaw had dropped amongst his stutters humorously, the two of you breaking out into laughter after he had finally stopped himself.

“Ahh, shit,” You groan, resting a hand on your clammy forehead to calm down. Jungkook places a hand on one of your ankles and gives it a little squeeze before leaving it. He was waiting for an answer to his comment, about how he doesn’t know how you feel about this. All emotion had been wiped from his babyface and starry eyes. Now he watched you with anticipation, eager to know more. The youngest had always been endearing, charming you was incredibly easy, always. Most days it wasn’t even his goal, it just happened.

“Kookie,” You were back at the whisper, and Jungkook’s posture adjusted, “Am I really gonna do this?” His eyes widened again, silently praying to himself that he didn’t need to give you an answer, and then you spoke again to his relief, “Have a baby? Raise a child when my life is, basically, on the road?” The blonde haired boy listens patiently, “Forget… the living on the road part, how am I, personally, supposed to have a child? I’d be an entire mother, responsible for another life. I can barely keep Yoongi on track, let alone myself, let alone a third life to worry about, and fuck, we know how my parents were growing up. I didn’t exactly have the best role models to look up to-”

“No,” Jungkook says, not letting you finish your breath before he decides to speak up, “I think you’re very, very wrong,” His brows were resting just above his eyes, nestled in with frustration, “First of all, screw your parents,” The one thing all of you could collectively agree on, you pointed a finger at him playfully, “Second of all… I’m not trying to talk you into it, but I think you’d be an amazing mother. I see you when we’re at these events, you’re just as observant as I am. You’re mindful, you’re respected and you’re respectful. That’s huge.”

Sighing, you try to smile, “Thanks, Kook.”

“I’m not done,” He deadpans, then smiles goofily, “The way you treat Yoongi, the way you love him, is something the rest of us dream about finding. You both have something so real, and so genuine. Even the way you look after us, the group. Some things you do we could never repay you for. So, what? Life can get crazy? You aren’t always on your game everyday? That’s everyone. I’ve known you for seven years, and for seven years you’ve been the most thoughtful, most selfless, most loyal person I’ve known in my entire life- and I’m friends with Jimin!” Giggling, you suck in a shaky breath, not realizing you had started to cry as he spoke this ocean of words to you.

“Screw your parents. Screw the world that will tell you that you can’t do it, and screw the anxiety you’re feeling,” Jungkook reaches over for one of your hands to hold, “You are a good person, and I know for damn sure, you’ll be a good fucking mother. If… you choose to be one.”

“Thank you,” Your voice cracks as you squeeze his fingers tight. Jungkook nods, smiling.

“Oh, and I know nothing,” He smizes, “Until you say something, both of you that is. I’m assuming this is still really fresh.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” You chuckle, wiping away your tears with the back of your free hand. Jungkook was about to say more, but the dressing room door creaking open slowly had shut him up.

“Hey,” Yoongi said softly, giving Jungkook a confused look after his eyes trailed from your hands to his face, “Just checking in, we’re heading out in five.” The youngest nodded, then said his goodbyes to you. As he stood up to leave, the way he looked at Yoongi had changed. His typically playful, mischievous eyes had been exchanged for something sweeter, more loving than anything else. Yoongi’s narrow, watching him with suspicion for a second.

“See you out there,” Jungkook whispers, then touches his brother's shoulder gently. You both watch him leave, then Yoongi sits down next to you, closer than Jungkook had been. Holding onto one of your hands, he brushes his thumb along the back, then you both speak at the same time.

“You told Jin?”

“You told him?”

And you both break out into laughter, Yoongi leaning over to fall onto your legs where you laid.

“Yeah,” You both say and laugh again.

“Oh god, D,” You take a deep breath, calming yourself down for the sake of your head. Sitting up, he reaches to your cheek and tucks your hair behind your ear for you.

“I know,” He whispers, lowering his eyebrows, “I know.” Looking over to him with wide eyes, the sight of him is comforting. The way he’s looking at you warms your heart.

“We have to talk about this,” You whisper. He hesitates for a moment, taking you in before he nods.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” He says with vigor, pushing away his own doubts, “We’ll talk, I promise, for as long as you need, baby.”

The dressing room door opens, Namjoon popping his head inside. Yoongi looks over to him and bobs his head, knowing he has to go do what he doesn’t want to right now. Right now he’d much rather stay on this couch with you.

“Go,” You say, smiling at him, “I’ll come watch the show, promise.” He smiles back at you, happy to see yours.

“I love you,” He whispers, kissing your hand three times before he leaves you in the peace and quiet of the dressing room. Shifting in your spot, you nestle back into the pillows and groan in satisfaction. If you were going to be like this for nine months, you wanted this damn couch.

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alrxiin · 3 months

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"And I thank you, for bringing me here.

For showing me home — For singing these tears.

Finally I've found...That I belong here." ~ Home — Depeche Mode

@themeridian

Gavin x Freelancer (GN reader) || angst/comfort/fluff

Summary : Takes place before/during Gavin's love confession, so it contains mentions of NSFW, I'm ofc also not copying the confession, it'll be different

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"Showing me that I belong — with you."

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Gavin...Gavin, Gavin, Gavin – he was all that was on their mind right now, all senses overwhelmed by him, touch especially. The blindfold on their eyes made every other sense work harder, and the restraints on their wrists and ankles, made their body twitch and squirm under the Incubus' gentle touch.

Oh, how they loved him, if they had to... they'd say he might as well take their heart, because he was all that was in it now.

The sensations were getting almost unbearable, but in such a good way, and just then;

- "I...I think I need a minute." — Gavin's soft voice broke though the silence, and the restraints on their body had disappeared in a second.

Worry in their mind, they sat up almost instantly, taking a seat next to the anxiety filled Demon, that had always been so gentle with them.

- "Gavin? Are...Are you alright?" — Those words cut right through him, and he couldn't help but hide his face into his hands.

But instead of pressuring for more, they waited, looking at the man next to them with a million thoughts in their head. Little did they know, he was experiencing the same... so many thoughts, yet so little he could do.

- "No I... I don't think I'm okay, Freelancer." — His voice broke, and it sounded like he was about to cry within the next few seconds, yet he didn't.

- "I need to talk to you... but not as a dom or– or Incubus. As Gavin." — His tone suddenly got serious, and he tried to look at them, but the second he did, his feelings betrayed him.

Knowing just how stressful this is for him, even if not knowing what was on his mind, they took his hand... and God, did that make his heart flutter.

- "Please...talk to me." — Is all they spoke. But it was all he needed to start.

- "You..know sex is what I do, it's what I enjoy... it's what I love. The knowledge I'm giving people pleasure, and safety." — He paused, looking for the right words and the courage to say them.

- "Safety, that I always feel with you." —

There were tears in his eyes, and this was the first time he let himself be so... vulnerable around someone, and especially around Freelancer.

- "It took a while to even admit this to myself, for so long I couldn't accept that I could feel like this..." — Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head to hide his almost hurt expression.

- "I love you. I've always loved you. And I tried, I really tried to show it in ways I knew how, but it wasn't working. And I just feel like..like I used you, even if I didn't mean to and..." — The soft whimper that escaped his lips shot right through their heart. Sitting in silence, they took in the confession.

- "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." —

But before he could even finish the useless apology, they gently squeezed his hand and cupped his cheek, turning his head up to face them.

- "Oh, Gavin..." — Their voice barely above a whisper as they leaned into him, and pressed a loving kiss to his lips. It was like no other they had before, it was gentle and soft.

And when they pulled away, the confused look on the Incubus' face was priceless, making them giggle ever so slightly.

- "I love you too... I have since the beginning." —

He smiled, letting out a breath he didn't know he was even holding, and threw himself into their arms with a laugh.

- "Holy shit... I..I didn't think you could ever feel the same." —

- "And why wouldn't I? You really don't realize that you're the sweetest being on this planet, don't you?" — They laughed softly, holding the Demon close as they layed back down, bringing him down with them, onto their chest.

Both of them layed there for a second, embracing each other in a comfortable silence, no more words needed...

- "Hey... how about we celebrate this?" —

Well... maybe a little more than words.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted gavin #redacted deviant #redacted freelancer #alrxiin #fluff #angst #oneshot #request #taking requests #comfort/angst #Spotify

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eomayas · 9 months

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fantasy • bbh

pairing: idol!baekhyun x f!reader

synopsis: 'she gon' get divorced off of it / cause she in the crowd screaming, getting hoarse off of it' lyrics from 'Warsaw' by Jack Harlow. OR, in which the reader is a big fan of baekhyuns, and her boyfriend can't handle it

genre: idol x fan au, fluff

warnings: readers boyfriend is mean and a big baby, reader is morally gray i guess.

a/n: doing everything but writing stories i've promised lmaoooo. this was stupid and i was gonna include smut, but decided against it. enjoy some bbh x fan tension and flirting

your voice is nearly gone from screaming his lyrics back to him, but you don’t even care. it’ll all be worth it in the end.

baekhyuns music, to you, is everything. you’ve been a fan the moment you heard his first single, and it’s been history ever since. you’ve been to many shows, always trying to go whenever you can, and they always end with you the same way: hoarse. your voice is always nearly gone before the show is even close to being over. again, it’s all worth it.

you scream when the song comes to a close, baekhyun standing at the mic and catching his breath. you feel like you’re put in a daze watching him under the bright lights, looking angelic while being covered in sweat as his chest heaves up and down. several thoughts filter through your mind as you stare at him, pupils dilating as he toys with the crowd by unbuttoning another button on his shirt.

you can’t help but scream like you’re one of the teenage girls in the crowd, though you’re a grown 23. a hand on the small of your back pulls you out of your head and daze, and you turn to your boyfriend who looks extremely displeased with your behavior. you shoot him an apologetic look and kiss him on the cheek before turning your attention back to the man of the hour.

it’s safe to say you’ve been babysitting all night. your boyfriend, josh, knew that you liked baekhyun well before you officially started dating. josh can deal with it, but even if he won’t admit it, he does get jealous when you talk about baekhyun in any capacity. it’s silly to you, because he’s just your celebrity crush, and you love josh.

but tonight, he’s being especially sensitive, arms folded over his chest, staring daggers at you and baekhyun. every time you scream, you can feel josh rolling his eyes and have to console him nearly every time.

you whoop as baekhyun pats himself dry with a towel, and you swear that he looks over at you—at least your section—and smiles. your heart drops to your ass, and you pray somebody behind you has their phone out to record, because if this is how you die… then you won’t be mad.

baekhyuns eyes linger on you, but he slides them over the audience just as quick. your brain flops around inside of your skull, you can barely think or breathe. you don’t know how you’ll survive meeting him after the show if you can’t deal with a smile from 50 feet away.

“is everybody having a good time?” he asks, looking about the arena. everybody screams—except for josh—and you force your voice to carry itself through the sea of high pitched wails. baekhyun giggles into the mic and mocks the screams from the audience, only making everybody scream louder. “ah, i’m glad you’re having fun—i am too.” baekhyun looks at your section again, and you swear he looks directly into your eyes again. you can only beam at him, whether you are imagining things, or they’re really happening.

beside you, josh shakes his head and refolds his arms over his chest. you glance at him and uncross them, letting them drop to his sides. josh, childishly, recrosses them and you scoff, rolling your eyes at his attitude. you told him you’d give his ticket to a friend if he couldn’t handle how you knew you were going to act. josh claimed he could handle it, didn’t mind it as long as you were happy. clearly, there were some blurred lines.

“for this next song, if you’re here with someone special, hold onto them real tight,” you look up st the stage just as the words leave baekhyuns lips, and again—you’re sure you’re not imagining things—he’s looking right at you and josh, eyes narrowed and all. you face flushes as a few people in your section turn around to look at you with confused expressions.

you don’t have time to even properly react until the opening chords of ‘stay up’ begin, and you’re transported right back into being a fan. josh doesn’t hold onto you like baekhyun told everybody in the audience to, and you don’t find room to care. you’re too entranced with baekhyun and his voice, the way he stands angelically at the mic.

tell me how you want it

tell me how you need it

a shiver runs down your spine as your eyes reconnect with baekhyuns as the suggestive lyrics slip through his sinful lips. he even has the nerve to wink at you, which sends your section into a frenzy and makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. josh is far lost on you, and you watch the rest of the performance in a haze.

the rest of the concert goes by in a blur once you remember that you’re going to get to meet him after the show. your voice is gone, and you try to save it by mouthing the words to his songs instead, but it’s hard to resist the urge to tell the lyrics with him.

josh pouts beside you the whole time, but you don’t let him spoil your mood, not even when he doesn’t share your excitement while you wait in line to meet baekhyun. you want him to be excited with you, and maybe you’d be like him if the roles were reversed, but you’d like him to at least act supportive.

the girls in front of you are lead through the curtain that takes them to the meet and greet room. you hear them squeal and start bouncing up and down on your toes, hands feeling shaky with excitement and overall nerves. “oh my god, i’m so nervous,” you say to josh. he glares down at you and your face falls, wishing he’d just be tiniest bit happy for you. “stop looking at me like that.”

“then stop freaking out!” he says, raising his voice a bit. you frown at him, crossing your arms over your chest and flaring your nostrils. “and i can’t believe you’re dressed like this—he’s not your boyfriend, i am.” josh spits and you open your mouth, ready to fire something back but it dies in your throat. you knew you should’ve just given the ticket to your friend.

turning away from him, you bite the inside of your cheek and cross your arms over your exposed midriff, feeling extremely exposed. you once felt cute and sexy in your miniskirt, but now you feel stupid and like a try hard.

the curtain gets pulled back, and a security guard waves you through. you sigh, your stomach flipping for reasons that have nothing to do with baekhyun, and start walking forward. joshs footsteps echo behind you, and you wish he’d just stay outside and wait for you.

baekhyun waits in front of the backdrop, a smile on his face when you step through. your frown cracks, and you can’t help but beam back at him. “hi,” you say with a shy wave.

“hey! welcome,” he says, opening his arms for you to walk into. you expect to give him a side hug, but he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. your heart hammers against your chest and you miss him when he pulls back. “how are you?” he asks, peering down at you with soft eyes.

“good! really good,” you reply quickly. he glances behind you and you turn, having forgotten that josh followed you in.

“that your boyfriend?” he asks, grabbing a cd and signing his name on it.

“err, yeah,” you say. baekhyun looks up from the cd at you quizzically, a playful glint in his eye.

“you think he wants a picture?”

“no.”

“me neither—he doesn’t look to happy,” baekhyun admits. you glance back at josh again to see him looking up at the ceiling with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “what’s your name, beautiful?” he asks, hand hovering in midair over the cd.

your voice gets lost in your throat and you full body blush, your hands getting clammy. “y-y/n,” you stutter, blushing even deeper when he smiles at you.

“pretty name for a pretty girl. spell it for me?” he asks, eyes never leaving yours. you’re definitely not imagining it now, and you wonder if he flirts with everybody like this. you hope not.

you spell your name for him and he sets it on the side table. “the show was incredible, by the way,” you manage. baekhyun thanks you, a humble smile on his lips.

“thank you—i can tell you had fun,” he says, referring to your barely there voice. “you knew every word.” he notes, and okay, you simply can’t believe it. he was definitely not just looking at your section, but at you.

you giggle nervously and nod. “of course. i’ve been a fan for years,” you admit. baekhyun raises his eyebrows in surprise and thanks you again for supporting him. “i’m so glad you performed stay up—ive been waiting.” you add and he smirks at you.

“consider it a special gift, then,” he says and you feel your knees getting weak. “ready for our picture?” he asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. you nod, and position yourself next to him in front of the backdrop.

baekhyun slings an arm over your shoulder easily, like it’s something he does often. you wrap yours around his middle and lean into him, smiling when the picture gets taken. “you want one more?” he asks, looking down at you. your heart skips a beat, seeing him this close.

“s-sure,” you say, and you wonder if he can feel the slight tremble in your body. he lets you choose the next pose, and you stand in front of him and wrap one of his arms over the front of you. baekhyun takes it upon himself to lean down and wrap his other arm around your middle, his cheek nearly pressed against your own.

the picture is taken and you’re nearly blinded from the flash and the fact that you think you may pass out because of the way he’s treating you and holding you. “thank you, y/n,” he says kindly, giving you another hug.

“no, thank you,” you say and he smiles.

“any time.”

the ride home, josh goes on and on about how your attitude was disrespectful towards him, how it’s not fair how you acted around baekhyun in front of him. you ask him if it would have been better if it was in private, and he yells again how you don’t care about him, or his feelings.

you can only roll your eyes and ignore him, flipping between the two photos that you took with baekhyun. the second one gives you butterflies because you two look very much like a couple. you decide to post that one on your instagram story, typing out ‘loml’ and tagging him before ignoring josh for the rest of the ride.

his yelling doesn’t stop, not even after you get back to your shared apartment and brush past him to your room. “y/n, i’m talking to you!”

“oh my god, please leave me alone, josh!” you shout back, wishing he’d gone in a different room. “like i get it, okay? i’m disrespectful and a whore—i get it.” josh sighs heavily through his nose and starts to open his mouth, but you shut the door quickly because you don’t want to hear whatever it is he’s going to complain about next.

he knocks a few times and you ignore it, sitting on your bed to take off your tall boots and give your feet a break. josh goes away after a couple of minutes and you sigh, flopping onto your back. you had a wonderful night that is souring because of your boyfriend. you don’t understand how one can be so insecure over somebody famous, but you take it as a partial compliment that he thinks you could pull baekhyun.

pulling your phone from your purse, your eyebrows shoot up when you see the amount of notifications you’re receiving from instagram. you quickly log into your phone and go to the app, nearly choking on your own saliva when you see that baekhyun shared your post to his story. there’s no text, other than a simple red heart emoji that makes your own, real, heart beat at a million miles a minute.

you sit up and notice that you have a dm notification, and you’re afraid that your heart may be too weak to handle it when you see baekhyuns account at the very top. your fingers shake as you click on the message.

byunbaekhyun: it was nice meeting you! 😘

y_n: oh my god y_n: it was nice meeting you too! oh my god!!

byunbaekhyun: lol! byunbaekhyun: i really dont do this often, but there’s an after party at a club downtown. you’re welcome to come if you want :)

your jaw falls open, nothing coming out. you didn’t expect him to answer you, and you really didn’t expect this. you’ve only ever dreamed about something like this happening, but now you can’t believe that is really is.

y_n: is this a joke?

nervously, you chew on your thumbnail, feeling theres cameras surrounding you and somebody is going to pop out of nowhere and tell you that you're being pranked.

byunbaekhyun: haha no! byunbaekhyun: feel free to bring your boyfriend.

at the mention of josh, you sober. if he wants to be upset about something, then maybe you'll really give him something to be upset about. this isn't something that happens everyday.

y_n: ill be there

twenty minutes later, you're shakily stepping out of an uber and nervously walking up to the bouncer like baekhyun told you to. he said he put your name on a list, and that all you have to do is tell him who you're here for, and you'll get in.

"excuse me, ma'am, back of the line," he says, without as much as a second glance your way.

"oh, um, i'm actually on the list—i'm here with baekhyun," you say, telling him your name quickly after. he gives you a look and flips over the VIP list. upon finding your name, he snorts and shakes his head, unclipping the rope and nodding at you to go inside. you thank him quietly and step inside the noisy club, ducking out of passing peoples way. you look around, not really sure where to go until you see a set of stairs with another bouncer standing in front of them. he's much nicer when you tell him your name, and walk up on shaky legs.

baekhyun stands near the railing that over looks the club, with a few of his friends and a drink in his hand. you glance around, feeling extremely out of place and in the need of a drink. you spot a waitress walking around with a tray of shots, and steal one from her and down it in seconds. liquid courage.

you decide to walk up to baekhyun, feeling the tiniest bit better after a shot of liquor, but still nervous nonetheless. you tap him on the shoulder and he turns around, a surprised smile on his face when he sees you. "you came!" he says, a smile forming on his lips. you nod, grateful for the dark club lighting so he cant see you blush again. "no boyfriend?" he asks.

"nope," baekhyun nods and looks away as a satisfied smile crosses his lips.

"bummer."

you shrug, not believing him for one second. "he would've thrown a fit, so," you add. baekhyun raises an eyebrow and you shrug again.

"i take it he's not a fan."

"not at all."

baekhyun smirks again and steps closer to you, making you swallow a newly formed lump in your throat. "he doesn't know you're here, huh?" you shake your head again, no real thoughts going through. baekhyun suggests doing something that'll piss josh off more, like taking more photos; ones where he is kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you. and of course you nod, because its baekhyun, and josh is probably going to break up with you, so you might as well make it worth it.

#exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo x you #exo fluff #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun x you #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun fluff

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