#apologies for the plug if it counts as one guys

[justkennadi]

What the boys got you for christmas 😍🎄‼️

Notes: Just a little something for christmas 😭👍🏾 i haven’t written anything else lately cause of work but that armin angst is still coming! But yeah, still merry Christmas!

Context: The following aot boys x black!fem reader. (not proofread😭)

Warnings: fluff aside from couple of cuss words and mention of getting high on plug!connie’s part

Characters: Armin, Eren, Connie, Jean and Reiner Bonus!: Nerd Armin and Plug!Connie

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Armin:

- Armin is so sweet.. From the moment u met him u knew he was a soft bookworm with a kind heart. He asked you to be his on valentine’s day by writing a letter confessing his feelings.

- You were happy to be his fr and you were really excited when y’all’s first christmas together came around.

- You got him this limited edition old dictionary, one of those fake aquariums from the 2000s, a fancy microscope and the entirety of his favorite book series.

- However when Christmas came and it was his turn you couldn’t have been more surprised.

- He got you multiple cute chanel coats and purses, a box of your favorite chocolate, a box of miss dior and an entire macbook😭😭😭

- “ARMIN?!?” You exclaim. “Since when ever was you rich????!?”

- And the boy just smiled at you and said he saved a bunch of money from his job but you didn’t really believe it.

- He also spent the whole day watching christmas movies and taking taking cute pictures together with you😚❤️❤️

Eren:

- You and Eren got officially together on Halloween after a party so you guys were still kinda new and tryna feel each other out.

- You knew he liked working out so you just got him some gray sweatpants, some protein crap and one of those flannel hoodies.

- This boy ended up getting you some uggs and one of those “The tote bag” bags and a bunch of bath and body work stuff

- He even got all your favorite scents, aw❤️

- Eren acted like he didn’t always listen or pay attention but he clearly was the whole time and it made your heart melt🥹

- Eren didn’t wanna do the sappy shit he did but he sure wasn’t gonna show it right now so he just hopped on the game and you happily watched for the rest of the day.

Connie:

- Connie and you spent yall first christmas together as not really a couple but that weird talking stage thing. You still counted tho cause you might as well be his gf🤷🏾‍♀️

- Connie was a goof ball fr so you didn’t really know what to get him. When it came down to the serious emotional stuff y’all just joked yall way out of it and so it was this weird limbo ish going on

- You settled on a nike jacket and a gift card to his favorite restaurant. You felt so bad cause it seemed like bare minimum but Connie was excited regardless!

- He said it’s the “thought that counts🥰😊” and all you could say after a few seconds was “Moral of the story headass..” and yall just busted out laughing

- Connie ended up getting you the brown faux jacket you saw and wanted from burlington, some pearl earrings and a necklace and a visa gift card with-

- “How much money is on here Con?”

- “$500.😗”

- WHAT?!!!2!@/

- You were expecting $50 or even $100 but $500? Half a band?

- “Yeah i didn’t know what to get u so…😗have fun!”

- You hugged him so hard and accidentally said he was the best boyfriend ever but when you pulled away to quickly apologize he just shushed you and said, “Anything for my beautiful girlfriend😌..”

Jean:

- You and jean got together in the summer after school let out. Jean didn’t talk much like Eren but he was a goof ball like Connie especially when he was around him.

- You didn’t have much to work with embarrassingly. It was gonna be y’all’s 6 month anniversary on christmas but you barely knew a thing about him!!

- You ended up getting him some polo club cologne, airpods and a plain black hoodie.

- When Christmas came around you received some jewelry, some of the makeup you use and a cute brown fluffy teddy bear 🧸❤️

- Y’all had a very chill christmas, Jean wanted to go for a walk so you went with naturally and y’all ended up witnessing a beautiful sunset❤️

Reiner:

- You and Reiner got together in spring. He asked you out by bringing you a bunch of flowers in a bouquet which was definitely on theme for spring time..

- Reiner also stayed to himself a little bit more but he was more open with you so you had a good idea of what he liked.

- You got you and him some matching pjs to wear for the holiday. You got him a couple of books since sometimes he would read, a fancy shaving kit, a couple of turtlenecks and a photo album of you guys first year together❤️

- You were really proud and happy of your gifts but then you saw he didn’t get you anything other than a bunch of replacements for the hair products you use.

- “Hold on i think i put your other gift over here….close your eyes real quick..”

- You sighed and closed your eyes. You prayed he wasn’t gonna put anything together out of nowhere. You were kinda disappointed but it was ok.

- You heard shuffling and then you could tell when he was right in front of you.

- “Ok, open.”

- When you opened your eyes yoy immediately took everything back.. what you saw was a kneeling reiner on one knee holding a gorgeous diamond ring 💍😍

- For christmas he gave you a proposal!!!

- Even though it was kinda early, to be honest you two were talking for a lil minute anyways so it still felt like proper timing.

- You guys planned your wedding for christmas eve as spent the rest of that day cuddling with him watching Christmas themed sit-comes

Bonus:

Nerd!Armin:

- You knew Nerd!Armin since you two were kids and over time feelings developed.. then it naturally blossomed into a relationship. It was kinda weird because as you two grew up you guys just slowly became girlfriend and boyfriend.

- Nerd!Armin had always been a bit brainy and a major science fan so it wasn’t hard to get him anything at all.

- You got him a brand new pc, plentyyyy of books especially the sci-fi types and some weird graphic tees.

- He smiled with his braces and handed you a louis vuitton purse that had some louis vuitton jewelry and perfume inside. Also a soft blanket with your favorite design/character on it, Dior makeup items and chocolates.

- “Where did you get the money to buy this? Cause all i see you do is watch youtube and science shit-“ You questioned in surprise.

- “Stocks..”

- You just shrugged cause you had no idea on what he was talking about but you were just happy this silly brainiac was yours for the holiday 🫶🏾

Plug!Connie:

- You and Connie started off as any other plug and customer. But then Connie started to catch feelings and by like August of this year he asked you to be his.

- He was very protective of you so by the time the holidays came around no one knew you two were a couple.

- He would always spoil you too with shopping sprees and paying for you to get your hair and nails did 💅🏾

- It was hard to think of what he’d want cause he could literally buy anything he wanted plus he didn’t really talk about himself much

- You settled on a couple of hoodies, one of those vape shark jackets and a game for his ps5.

- He ended up getting you a whole ass black Audi r8.

- Your jaw was on the floor 💀

- “Con, what the hellll..”

- “What? Y’don like it?”

- “I do but literally how??”

- “Ion know😗.”

- “Boy-“

- Connie never told you how he did it but he had proof it wasn’t stolen at least so 🙄

- He also got you a giant teddy bear and a new iphone.

- You kinda felt like your gifts were not the best compared to his but he assured you it was fine and he was grateful to have you regardless. ❤️

- You two ended up spending the rest of the day getting high and watching weird christmas movies no one talks about .

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[simphornies]

Ahdjsksjsjkssb I love your Vox content and I was wondering if I could request a Vox x reader (preferably fem) who performs songs and dances online, they're like a big shot social media star(who's besties with Vel) and often ropes the Vees into making online content with her(games, dance challenges, reactions, etc. when they're free of course) and it's free PR that some sinners like watching because it's just funny to watch the 3 overlords + reader doing goofy shit. Bonus points if you write about sinners just #shipping Vox and Reader because they have good chemistry XD

A/N: I was listening to Circus by Britney Spears so I may have made the reader a little flirt :) Also this one's a little short so I apologize

Word count: 934

Social Sensation - Vox x Reader

“Vox!” You whined, clinging onto his leg. “No! I’m not letting you plug controllers into me so you can play video games for a video.” He groaned as he repeated himself for the fifth time.

“Vox! Please! The sinners! They want it!” You begged. “This one time and I won’t ask you for it again!”

He sighs, giving in just to get you to stop. And also because he knew you wouldn’t let go until he agreed. “Fine. You get 15 minutes.”

“...20?” You asked.

“Don’t push it.”

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Vox had the most deadpan expression on his face while you were livestreaming on Voxstagram, completely unamused at the fact that there’s three different cords plugged into the back of his head. “Vox, put your fuckin’ face away! It’s throwing me off.” Velvette complained, having fallen off of the platform. The three of you were playing Super Smash, as per request of the audience. He groaned and hid his own face on his own screen.

You, Velvette and Valentino were screaming at each other during the whole game. “Valentino! Move your head out the way I can’t see!” You groaned. “Well I can’t fucking see either!” He yelled back, eyes squinting at the screen.

After what felt like forever to Vox, you win the game. You grabbed your phone and smiled, “Thanks for joining in you guys! I’ll see you all tomorrow for another stream!” You put an arm around Vox and put the camera on him. “A big thanks to Vox! For letting us use him for the game today!”

The comments were flooded with a bunch of thanks to Vox, cheering him on for being a real one and promising to buy more VoxTek devices. You signed off and ended the stream. Vox took out the cords with no hesitation as soon as you did. “That was not 15 minutes.” Vox squinted at you, arms crossed.

“I’m sorry, Voxy~” You giggled and laid your head on his lap, happily scrolling on your phone, “I got you more sales and I got more followers. A win-win!”

He huffed, “I get sales either way.” He was full on pouting now. You reached up and pinched the side of his screen, “Aw. Don’t be mad. You know you love me. Besides, you’ve been getting more sales ever since I started crashing here with you guys and you can’t tell me I’m wrong.”

For a brief second, you swore his usual blue screen started to fade into a red before going back to blue. “I guess you’re right on that.” He lets out a sigh and relaxes into the couch, “So what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“I gotta go tomorrow to the Lust Ring.” You showed him a photo of the poster Asmodeus posted on his Voxstagram. “I’m performing!”

“The Lust Ring?!” His voice cracked before he cleared his throat, “That’s a…You’re gonna fine by yourself?” “What?” You grinned cheekily, “You scared someone’s gonna fuck me there instead of you~” You teased as his screen turned a little red.

“What! No!” He huffed, “I was just wondering if you’d want an escort or something.”

“Aww. If you wanted to come with me, you could’ve just said so!” You giggled and got up.

“Don’t get it twisted! It’s for business.” He crossed his arms.

“Right.” You winked, “Business. Anyways I’ll see you there. Gotta meet up with Velvette for my new outfit.”

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Vox sat in one of the seats closer to the front. He stayed on his phone during the other performances only putting it away after you were announced to come up next.

“And it’s my pleasure to announce our final performance for the night! The darling, Y/N!” Asmodeus stepped away from the spotlight as it shines on you.

You began your performance immediately making eye contact with Vox. A seductive smile on your face the whole time. You danced seductively while you sang. Vox didn’t take his eyes off of you, glued to your intoxicating display. His eyes followed your hands running up your hips and to your chest and through your hair. He was enamored.

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Your performance went viral online, plenty of people talked about the dress Velvette made for you which boosted her sales making her very happy. Vox’s jaw dropped expression and your wink at him went crazy too, people shipping the two of you together.

“Vox!” You yelled, catching his attention, “The sinners loved the performance. I’m so glad you came and watched it!”

“Y-Yeah! It was amazing as always, my dear.” He grinned, “You’re very lovable, Y/N.” He took a sip of his coffee, watching you gleefully scroll through your phone.

You showed him the comments on your phone, “They love us too, baby~” You teased. He choked on his drink and looked at all of the people commenting under a picture of him staring at you on the stage. “I think you should give what the people and I want and go on a date with me.” You winked.

“A date?!” He coughed, “You want to go on a date with me?”

“For an allegedly smart overlord, you’re a little slow, huh?” You giggled and left him a kiss on his screen. “That show was for you. I’ll see you later tonight~” You snapped a photo next to him rebooting and posted it to your socials with ‘Told him we’re going on a date tonight! <3 Love ya @ Vox <3’ as the caption. Your comments were flooded with excited fans going insane over the development. You giggled and walked away, leaving Vox to deal with your confession by himself.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel valentino

[writingstoraes]

90 days ����

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: written imagine (angst)

word count: 2.3k

notes: this is just very angsty and has little to no dialogue, apologies for errors this was not proofread lolol lmk what u guys think <3

warnings: none too gruesome! mentions of break up, fights, and recollections of fond memories only

about: charles can’t avoid you forever and he cannot afford to do so. it’s his first time seeing you again after you parted ways, and it seems as if the entirety of his being still belonged to you.  

Charles wanted to say no. He wanted so badly to decline his brother’s invitation by possibly coming up with some reason why he couldn’t go, but in his heart, he just cannot find the will to do so. 

He was torn, between the possibility of seeing you again after everything that went down and the fact that he desperately needed a night out. Ever since the two of you decided to give each other’s hearts back, Charles had been picking up pieces of himself and he admits he’s all over the place. Not having you in his life sucked. He doesn’t bother to find any melancholic or beautiful word to describe it; everything just sucks. At the same time, he doesn’t think avoiding you would be any better. You both had many similar circles of friends and you both lived in the same, small city. It was only some time before your paths had to cross again, inevitably. 

He thinks this might possibly be the better option, like ripping off a band-aid. Maybe by seeing you, he can assess the progress he’s made for himself, that is if he’s actually made any. But deep down he knows, he looks forward to seeing you, finally being in the same room as you because it felt like forever since he was last graced by your presence.

Had the two of you been together still, Arthur’s invitation will probably be of two counts instead of just one. It’s like he could still picture you standing in front of your shared room’s full-length mirror, trying on an outfit you have already decided on, proceeding to ask him what you should do with your hair. Charles adores the way you pull out pictures from your phone, knowing he was more of a visual learner, just so he could pick which hairstyle would suit you better. 

As he proceeds to the bathroom so he can freshen up before leaving, he glances at the completely empty countertop. Before, tiny trinkets of your things were laid out on it neatly. He could spend an eternity watching you do your makeup or curl your hair. He misses seeing tubes of foundation and eyeshadow palettes spread on the marble top or cords of your hair straightener plugged in the socket near the paper towel. He remembers the time when you had let him do your make-up and he ended up giving you a spectacular smoky eye, and by spectacular, you looked like a raccoon. But the two of you laughed about it anyway, and he apologizes by peppering kisses all over your face as he drags the makeup wipes across your eyelids. 

The nightlife you can find in Monaco was definitely unbelievably alive if you had to describe it. It doesn’t matter if it was a race weekend; even if it wasn’t, the city was always awake. High-class restaurants filled to the brim with reservations, bars littered with people who want a fun night that they forget whatever it is they’re running away from. He’s probably doing the same thing, so he can’t judge.

Charles ignores the fact that his car ride to the restaurant was just him retracing all your steps and recalling all the memories he’s made with you. The glovebox of his car used to have some of your belongings and he had been accustomed to seeing you in the passenger seat, now his undeniably really cool and expensive car just seemed lonely and empty. He knows in his heart that car rides with you were always the most peaceful and most fun, he doesn’t mind how you play all your favorite artists’ songs even if he doesn’t know half of them. He gets the kick when he sees you singing along, your voice filling the cold car. He misses seeing you close your eyes in solitude when the windows are down, reiterating how you prefer riding his car with the windows down because it gives you a clearer view of what’s outside.

He sighs to himself when he gets out of the car, prepared to accept whatever the world plans on throwing at him should it decide that it was time for him to run into you. Whatever this was that Arthur had planned was not a party, more of a lively dinner and chat with friends, which Charles was thankful for because he was sure seeing you again in combination with heavy liquor would just result in his relapse. 

Charles enters the restaurant, seeing a few of his friends. He nods at some, smiles at others, and embraces the others rather tightly. He feels a bit lighter, slowly starting to think it might be a good idea he came. It was rather nice to be surrounded by friends, maybe for a while he can forget the despondency he left at home and in his car. 

“Hey, you came!” Arthur gleams, as he makes his way over to his older brother. He slings his arm over Charles’ shoulder, right after they exchange light kisses on the cheek. 

“Of course, I did,” Charles replies, glad he saw his brother again, who looked like he was having fun.

“Also, I know you already know but I invited her. She’s Carla’s friend and the three of us have a ton of mutual friends, it would just seem wrong not to,” Arthur raises the subject, something Charles hopes he wouldn’t, but it had to be addressed anyway.

“No, it’s fine.” he responds, trying to appear as emotionless as he can. “I mean, technically we have the same friends. It’d just be a matter of time before we had to see each other again.”

“I know, but-” the younger retorts, quite worriedly.

“It’s okay, Arthur. Besides, it was my decision to go anyway. I can’t avoid her forever.”

“Plus, it’s been what, 3 months? If by now I still can’t handle seeing her without breaking down then I really need to seek some help.” Charles says, followed by a light and quiet laugh. He tries to make a joke of it all, a desperate attempt to lighten the atmosphere, but not even his own brother is a stranger to his obvious salvage.

But all it really was was just humor. It really has been three months, a shy of 90 days since you departed from his life, but he’s afraid to admit he was still tethered to you and he’s even more scared to face the reality he might never be completely over you.

Arthur then left him as he proceeds to sit down. He chooses a seat near the corner of the table, already beside Joris and in front of a friend. This way it’s unlikely you had to sit in front of him or beside him. Before his brother left him to his thoughts, the younger Monegasque was quick to reassure him you haven’t arrived yet, so at the moment he should have nothing to worry about.

But then he hears your name. He hears Arthur greet you at a distance he knows is in the restaurant’s front doors. The sound of your lively and soothing voice travels to his ears and it’s as if he winces in pain by hearing you. If your voice alone can shatter the pieces of himself he didn’t even think he had anymore, he’s in fear of what happens to him when he gets to set his eyes on you.

Joris sends him a knowing stare, a look of worry in his eyes, and Charles knows it was his signal that you were right behind him. Charles tries his best to not look back, to not glance at you, even if it felt like he was physically fighting the muscles in his neck and back. 

You make your way to the table, smiling to friends and hugging some, and Charles feels his heart break as soon as his eyes landed on you. It didn’t make it better that you looked breathtaking, your hair neatly parted to the side, and the dress you wore hugged your body rather perfectly. He feels a lump in the back of his throat, still not immune to the effect you had on every room you entered. He didn’t know how you did it, but each time your presence fills a room, everything just becomes brighter and lighter. He feels his chest lighten, yet at the same time, it feels as if it’s being weighed down by tons of rocks.

The ridiculously long table Arthur had acquired was of no help. You were sitting fairly far away from him, but you were on the opposite side so he still got a clear view of you. The restaurant’s warm light hits you to perfection, the features of your face highlighted rather marvelously it makes Charles’ heart hurt. Deep down he feels you were avoiding his gaze, trying your best not to look at his direction, so Charles tells himself to do the same. For some time he desperately tries to fill his mind’s own silence by conversing with his friends, trying to forget the fact that you were mere seats away from him. 

He feels as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and smashed it to the ground, stomped on it until all the blood had drained out of it until it turns white and pale. Truly, seeing you had just proven he was still aching, in the same magnitude as the first day he slept on a bed without you in it. 90 days and still he thinks he hasn’t made any progress, so terrible he wants to bash his head just to get over you.

Charles wonders how someone can go from a soulmate to a stranger, how you can go from being the person he runs to when he feels like the world is crashing down on him to someone who’s behind the tears he quietly sheds at night. How someone who’s met his family and the entire team in Ferrari, how one can go from being Fred’s self-proclaimed daughter to someone he can’t even look at without being in pain.

No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, his eyes unconsciously still landed on you. He feels something pull at the nerves in his heart whenever you smiled and laugh, and he figures you were still as beautiful as the day he lost you. He closes his eyes and remembers the day the two of you hit your tipping point - the night you packed up your things and left your shared apartment, leaving Charles to ponder alone in a cold and empty room. He remembers how you both started to settle things as calmly as you could and he’d forgotten how you got to a point where it was just frustration and pent-up anger. He can still picture how you slammed the door behind you and he remembers how he threw his phone across the room - not aimed at you, but out of emotion. 

“Earth to Charles,” Joris snaps his fingers across the table, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah? Sorry, zoned out a bit.”

“Uh, Peter’s asking how you’ve been,” 

“Oh well I’m okay. Life’s not always sunshine and rainbows so it is what it is,” Charles replies, adding a small laugh at the end.

“Hey, by the way, I’m sorry about your split with Y/N. Must have been tough.” 

“It was,” he says, turning his head to look in your direction and looks back at his friend right after. “But it’s all good.” 

Except Charles was just a liar. It was not all good, he knew that, and everyone who knew him well enough would see right through him. He’s never been a good liar nor a good pretender, people close to him knew he was hurting. Joris knew it, thankfully, he got Peter to change the subject before he pried any further. But Charles couldn’t blame them, because they were witnesses to his greatest love story yet - the one he had with you. 

He misses you, so bad it makes him want to just walk up to you and tell you he longs for you. He misses you more than he remembers you. He doesn’t care about his friends anymore or what people might say, he doesn’t care if he’s going to ruin all the progress he’s made no matter how little it was, he wanted you back in his life it’s disrupting all his senses. All he could do now was look at you and wonder how you’ve been doing, because God knows he can’t ask you himself. He has a hundred questions he wants to ask you; how you’re processing everything, if you’ve been taking your supplements daily because you tend to forget, and if it was still him that resided in your heart. 

Except he can’t. So he decides to stash his feelings in a box and stowed it away in the back of his head. 

“Hey, uh, I’ll just get some fresh air.” Charles excuses himself, deciding to give himself a breather. Too preoccupied with his own thoughts, he doesn’t notice you were gone from the table as well. And maybe he’s better off not knowing, he didn’t attend tonight just so he can weep and watch you. 

Head down yet still cautious of the path he was walking, Charles continues his stride with the goal to get out of the restaurant so he could climb up its balcony that overlooked the city. 

As he climbs up the stairs, he notices a shadow, someone else coming down so he decides to step aside and let them through.

Much to his surprise, he was greeted with the only one he’s ever longed for and loved, still. 

“Charles,”

“Hi.”

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy (lmk if anyone else wants to be part of my tag list hehe)

notes: thank u sm for reading <333

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[strawberryforks]

extra credit // cole walter x reader

summary: you and cole had a falling out. you’re not friends anymore but you still can’t sit back and watch him fail all of his classes—when you decide to tutor him, things are revealed, and things are fixed.

warnings: swearing, crying (this one has a happy ending don’t worry)

word count: 1730

a/n: requests/asks open and encouraged! <3

you hated cole walter more than was probably healthy. he broke your heart in fifth grade when he destroyed the science fair project you’d spent months working on and telling him about. family dinners were awkward as sin because even though you’d fallen out with the walters, your parents hadn’t… they owned a neighboring ranch and had know the walter family your entire life. so yes, you hated cole walter but you didn’t hate yourself which was the only reason you’d agreed to tutor him. your mom had begged you and your teacher mentioned that it would look good on your transcripts. in class, when you looked over and saw a red ‘f’ circled on the corner of his assignment, you almost felt bad. he’d shook his head and stuffed it into his bag. when the bell rang he was the first one out of his seat—you slung your bag over your shoulder and followed behind him, legs working twice as hard to catch up to his insanely long ones. “walter!” you shouted, “wait up!” he didn’t slow his pace but lee turned and tilted his head to the side. “not you.” you dismissed. “cole!” you tried again. this time he stopped. In the middle of the hallway teeming with teenagers, all in a rush to get home, he stopped. cole turned around and his blue eyes were full of confusion. it made sense, his apprehension, because you hadn’t spoken to him directly in years. yeah, you could hold a grudge. he looked side to side, almost expecting there to be another person with the same name. when there wasn’t, he gulped. “y/n/n?”

it was your turn to gulp. you hadn’t been called that in quite sometime. not by someone who mattered—who had mattered so much to you. “just y/n please.”

cole nodded and muttered his apologies, he could give you that much. “do you need a ride?”

“i need to talk to you, but we can do that in the car if you’ve got room.”

cole nodded and left through the double doors heading out to the student parking lot. He cast glances over his shoulder checking that you were still there and not a figment of his imagination. He opened your door and you scoffed but slid in anyways. “Thought I called shotgun!” Issac yelled, knocking into the passenger door before sliding into the back. cole shot him a look—one that said ‘shut up’ and he did. lee slid in beside him and then alex. the rest of the boys climbed in as well. you peaked over the back of your seat, meeting issac’s gaze. “sorry ise, i had no idea. we can swap spots if you want.”

“he’s fine,” cole said. he reached across you, grabbed your buckle, and plugged it in. “i could’ve done that,” you grumbled. cole didn’t care. he cranked the tunes, you switched the station and because you were talking to him, because you hadn’t in so long and he’d quite literally dreamed of this moment, he let you. he sat and listened to the shitty station you chose with a smile. danny bumped your shoulder on the way in and in the living room, you sat close to alex. your legs touched and though you thought nothing of it, cole was far from happy. alex whispered in your ear, “stay here for a second, i’ve never seen cole so red in the face.” you rolled your eyes, “i don’t need to make your brother jealous, alex. one—you have a girlfriend,” jackie was at one of her friend’s houses, “two, i’m not interested, and three, you guys don’t need another reason to fight. you hit him last time and i bet he’s itching to get even.”

cole passed you a glass of juice—your favorite and when his hand was empty he grabbed your arm and pulled you up. “what did you need to talk about?”

you weren’t stupid, you knew that was his way of getting you away from his brother. you didn’t care, though. you followed him and instead of leading you to his bedroom he took you out to the loft. you two had spent plenty of time together out there and you wondered if that was intentional. you climbed up and sat down, balancing on your favorite beam. cole inched closer, so he could reach you if he needed to. below there was only hay, but still, he was nervous, “i hate it when you sit there.”

“i know,” you said, but didn’t move, and that was that. “what’s up?” he asked softly.

“your hair. the middle part, i don’t like it.”

subconsciously he drug a hand through his blond locks then he saw a smile split your cheeks. you started laughing and he rolled his eyes. “had me ready to ask my mom for a haircut, y/n. not cool, not cool.”

this, you two, it felt too normal. too comfortable. too right. it was hard to remember that you were mad, let alone why.

you coughed a little, cleared your throat. “your grades, cole. they’re bad. i mean they’ve never been good—but you’ve really fallen off.”

cole’s smile flattened but you considered your small verbal assault “even when you were busy with football and with me it was never this bad, so what’s going on?”

“it’s not like i can go to college. football was all i had, it was my way out. when i lost it i had nothing, y/n. the only reason i haven’t dropped out is—“

“is because katherine and i would kill you?”

“i didn’t know you cared.”

“oh my lack of caring is not the problem here. it’s never been so don’t even start.” you take a breath, “ms jacobs said you’re doing bad in everything and worse in english—not in those exact words, so don’t start pouting or anything. i went around and talked to your teachers and got the work you missed, what they’re willing to let you redo, and extra credit assignments. so, get to work. i’m officially your tutor and no one i’m tutoring is getting anything less than an eighty.”

cole groaned when you handed him the pile of work but when you divided it by subject and deadline it was less overwhelming. the two of you worked in tandem for hours. he wrote, you edited. he attempted problems and you corrected them it he was wrong—explaining how to fix things. you went over formulas until he swore they were permanently burned into the backs of his eyelids.

“we’ll call it a night.” you decided when a quarter of the pile was completed. “you write an essay tonight and email it to me—i’ll edit it for you. the rest we can do when we meetup another day.”

“okay.” cole insisted on helping you down, and then when you turned to head out the driveway he grabbed your arm. “where are you going?”

“home.” you said.

“stay the night. you can take my bed and i’ll sleep on the couch. it’s dark and walking alone, especially at night, isn’t something i want you doing.”

“cole.” you warned.

“i don’t want anything to happen to you.” more than anything it was a confession. “stay for dinner at least, if you still want to leave i’ll drive you home. if you’re dead set on walking, i’ll walk with you.”

you couldn’t argue with that, not when kathrene and george were such great cooks. you headed inside and cole pulled an extra seat up to the table for you. “just you tonight, y/n?” george asked.

“yeah. mom and dad are at home, i just came over to help cole with… uh…” you didn’t know if all of his siblings and parents were aware of how he was struggling so you opted to say nothing. “with my truck,” cole supplied when his mother pinned him with a glare full of suspicion. “i love your outfit,” you tell parker when she passed you butter to twirl your corn through. cole passes you the salt before you can think to ask and it’s nice that he remembers these things. a smile tugs at the corner of my lips. small but bright.

after dinner you give in. you agree to sleepover and decide that you’ll take the bed and cole can sleep on the couch. when you’re settled in his room he leaves. you’re about to go to sleep, blankets piled on top of me and a smell that is so uniquely cole all around me when something catches my eye. it’s… it’s your project. you stand quick and cross to the closet, pulling it down carefully. the project he ruined in fifth grade is all there—glued back together. it’s perfect. you cry. it’s like you can’t stop crying. relief, anger, sadness, happiness, the emotions all slam into you with such force. tears trail down your cheeks and the wetness is still there when you find cole staring up at the ceiling, on the couch. he stands up quick—you’re upset, crying and he hates it. he doesn’t know what to do, what happened, how to fix it. you wrap your arms around him and squeeze. with your face buried into his chest you sob, “cole you fixed it,” it’s then that he finally clues in. “i couldn’t fix us so i… i fixed that. i never meant to break it.”

“i’m sorry!” you cried—loud and quiet at the same time. “no i am. i should’ve tried harder to explain myself,”

“i should’ve let you, cole. i never gave you a chance.”

“will you? give me a chance?”

you nodded. having cole back was the best thing that’d happened to you in a long time. family dinners became less awkward, you hungout with the walters more and a few weeks later, when it was time for the semi-formal dance, he asked you. picked you up in his truck (it was fixed and working great), gave you flowers, and spun you around all night. you held onto his arm, chatted, and at the end, you two stood outside under the stars, not quite ready to say goodbye or goodnight.

“i love you.” he said—it suprised you but not too much.

“i think i love you too.”

"you think you love me?" he asked with a teasing smile. “what if I kiss you right now? would that make it fact?"

you nodded, your lips met, and then the night was perfect. the project was fixed and so were you and cole. your best friend was now your boyfriend and you couldn’t be happier.

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Heyy! I’m just wanted to request “There’s Only One Bed” trope with awkward!Ethan Landry x reader and it’s just pure fluff

please and ty !! 💜

i'm your boyfriend now?

pairing ♥︎ - ethan landry x fem!reader, awkward!ethan landry x reader

word count ♥︎ - 1.3k !

a/n ♥︎ - rahhhh i just finished the social media posts right as you requested this, i honestly love this trope sm (tbh i love it with smut i have no goddamn clue how to write smut) ty 💜 anon for requesting this :))

when sam had proposed the friend group go on a vacation together it was only assumed that you guys would be sharing rooms. Sam had put herself with danny, you with tara, chad with ethan, and mindy with anika. 

you see what you didnt know is that tara was going to beg you to switch rooms with chad. everyone knew chad and tara were dating even though they tried (very badly) to keep it a secret. 

"y/n/n please switch rooms with chad pleaseeee" tara pleaded, using puppy eyes on you

"tara puppy eyes don't work on me and if you really can't wait a night to see your boyfriend then fine" you said with a dramatic sigh

"yes! thank you y/n!!! i love you" tara said giving you a big hug

by the time you guys got to the hotel, it was night time so sam sent everyone off to their rooms. the minute tara saw sam go into her room, she pushed you out of the room. 

"ok go to chads room and tell him the coast is clear" 

"ok ok tara i can leave the room by myself" you say, grabbing your bag

as you walked to the boys room, you see chad coming out of the room. he stops and gives you a grin

"hey y/n thanks for swapping with me, it means a lot to us" chad says

"no problem, happy to help"

he gives you the room key card and practically runs to tara's room. you shake your head and head to his room.

when you open the door, you don't see ethan so you just put your suitcase on the table and start to grab your toiletries and pajamas.

just as you're about to finish, ethan comes out with only a towel around his waist. the only way you happened to see this is because he literally yelled "oh shit!" when he saw you

"oh my god im so sorry, im just gonna get my clothes and go back in" ethan said, stumbling over his words and blushing slightly

after he grabs his stuff, you turn back around to finish grabbing your pajamas. a minute or two later, he comes out

"uh sorry about that…you can go shower now"

"no it's ok, i dont think chad told you about his plan did he?"

"no he didn't, hence why i was shocked to see you"

you laugh quietly and go past him to get into the bathroom.

after your shower, you come out to see ethan laying on the bed, on his phone

"hey" he said looking at you as you came out

"hey…wait where's the other bed?" you say, calm expression immediately gone

"wait what? theres not another bed?" ethan says getting up and looking over at the entrance area as if a bed will magically appear

"dammit they didn't even include a sofa bed or even a sofa for that matter" you grumble

"ok how about we call them to see if we can gef a room change?" you say going over to the hotel phone

you stand there for a bit, phone pressed to your ear. ethan watches you as he waits for the front desk to pick up

"hello? hi um so i think there mightve been a mistake in the booking but theres only one bed and no sofa bed…is there any way we could get another room with two beds?"

"hi, im so sorry but we're all booked for tonight…and until next week, i apologize for the inconvenience" the person on the other line says

"oh ok uh no worries it's fine thank you for the help" you hang up

"fuckkkkk there's no other rooms until next week" you say flopping on the bed, face first

"oh uh well i guess we can uh share the bed?"

you sit up at the suggestion, eyes wide. ethan was shy and dorky, not the kind to suggest sharing a bed

"yeah ok i guess that's the best option" you say sitting on the bed

ethan gets up, plugging in his phone. he looks down at you

"do you want the lights on…?"

you shake your head and go and plug in your phone. the lights turn off, leaving both of you in the dark

you shift on your side, unable to get comfortable. you don't hear anything from ethan so you just assume he already fell asleep.

after what feels like an hour, you get up. it's clear you're not going to be able to fall asleep so you grab your headphones, putting on your favorite playlist as you settle back in the bed. 

you eventually fall asleep, turning off your headphones and putting them on the side before falling asleep.

when you wake up, you feel arms tucked around your waist. you look down in surprise, remembering that ethan, the shy kid you may or may not have a crush on, was pretty much cuddling with you right now. 

how you even got to this position remained a mystery to you but you immediately froze, feeling ethan shift, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

you lay there for an eternity before you feel ethan's breathing halt and hear him mutter "shit" and start to remove his arms

you turn around and face him, even in the dark you can see he's wide eyed and blushing

"hey…" you say looking at him

"im sorry about that…i didn't mean to do it, i really just didn't know what happened…" he rambles, not even realizing that you got closer to him

as much as you loved ethan's voice you were tired of hearing him rambling so you just smash lips on his

"oh um" he says before kissing you back

"that was nice" ethan says after you both pull back

you go back in for another kiss and it turns into a makeout session, ethan litters your neck with hickies and you're too happy to give a shit that someone will question it tomorrow

"do you wanna maybe cuddle some more?" you said looking at him, after a while

"i'd like that" he replies wrapping himself around with you

"i love you" he mutters into your hair

"i love you too e"

you guys fall asleep, waking up around 9 to hear frantic knocking on the door

"ughhh who the fuck is knocking" ethan groans holding you closer to him

"eth you gotta let go of me so i can see whos at the door" you say trying to untangle yourself from him

he groans but lets you go, and you get up to open the door

"etha- holy shit what happened last night?" chad said looking at the hickies ethan gave you

"doesn't matter what happened?" you say, still not letting chad in

"it's sam, she's doing room checks. mindy texted me and i got the fuck out of your room so fast because sam's coming to check oh shit i see her" chad says shoving himself in the room and closing the door

"hold up how is y/n/n supposed to hide her stuff?" ethan says from the bed

"no fucking clue" chad says as sam knocks

he goes over to open the door, shooing you to hide

"good morning sam!" chad says cheerfully

"not a good morning chad" ethan says still not fully awake

you snort and sam turns to your direction

"chad, ethan is y/n here? she wasn't with tara" she said coming in

"good morning y/n i thought you were rooming with tara hm? And babe what happened to your neck" 

"uh i was rooming with tara but i switched with chad to be closer with my…boyfriend" you said, feeling strange for saying boyfriend for the first time

"yeah and your boyfriend would like you to come back to bed" ethan grumbled, grabbing you by the waist back in the bed

"alright let's go chad, let the two love birds have some peace" sam says dragging chad out of the room

ethan pulls you closer and kisses you for a bit

"so i'm your boyfriend now?"

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Chapter Two

Warnings: Little Bit Angsty. Disclaimer, I've never been to the midwest let alone Ohio so just bare with me and play along lol.

Word Count: 3k

Seeing Joe tonight and having that awkward dinner with him was something you didn't think would happen at all this holiday season. You knew he had made it big in the NFL, even going to the super bowl once in his career so far. You definitely didn't think you'd catch him in Athens whatsoever, especially since it was the middle of football season and he lived almost an hour away in Cincy. Seeing him again brought back all the memories, all the good ones until you remembered he pretty much ghosted you once he made it to LSU. You two stood there awkwardly in front of everyone not knowing what to say. He looked very different yet the exact same. "Why don't we go in for some Hot Cocoa, it's really cold out here and I think we could all use the treat." Pops suggests breaking the ice. "Jimmy and I were just about to head to a family dinner but Joe, you should stay and catch up with Y/N and Junior." Robin suggests patting his shoulder. "Oh um- Yeah, come on in." Junior nods. "You kids catch up, have fun." Jimmy smiles giving Joe a pat on the shoulder as he remained quiet, and so did you. Junior broke the ice though, thankfully. Other than you, Junior was the other one who was pretty close to Joe when we grew up. Eddie and Trey were a bit younger than everyone so they weren't always allowed to ride around with us for safety reasons. Junior and Joe spark up a conversation as you all head back in the house to warm up and finally decorate the tree. 

You felt really anxious being around Joe and you needed your best friends Jay and Sammi right now. Sammi is going to obviously spend her holidays with her fiancé and their families back in New Hampshire but you made a mental note of facetiming the both of them later tonight and tell them about all this. They knew about Joe so they were going to want hear this. Hanging your coats up you make your way over to the Christmas tree trying to ease your nerves. "Extra peppermint and marshmallows?" Pops asks you as the guys sit on the couch and you kneel down next to the box of ornaments. "Please!" You smile at him. "You guys better not spoil your dinners." Nana points to us. "I'm making meatloaf and pumpkin pie for dessert." She winks. "Oh, that sounds great but I can't stay for dinner. I have to get back to Cincinnati before 8PM." Joe shakes his head as he looks at his phone for the time. "Well good thing the food is already being made and there's no snow on the ground so you can speed." Nana says and You scoff. "Nana!" You look at her in disbelief that she would suggest such a thing. "Mind ya!" She says walking into the kitchen. leaving you there in shock. 

"She... really doesn't change." Joe chuckles. "She's gotten worse I'd say." Junior says making you guys laugh. "Sorry about her., you don't have to stay if you don't really want to." You mutter feeling a tad bit embarrassed she acted that way towards Joe. "You don't have to apologize, I've missed the crazy things your grandparents say. I can spare a few hours for them." Joe smiles at you and you give him one back feeling a weird tension. You start with the lights on the tree and your mom and Mark come back inside from the front porch. You were wondering where they had went. "Everything okay?" You ask them, seeing that your mom looked very upset which wasn't like her at all. "Ashlie." Mark sighs giving you a look of annoyance as they head for the kitchen. "I'll... go see what's going on." Junior says to you and Joe. In your head you practically scream for him not to go and leave you alone in the living room with Joe knowing how awkward this was for the both of you. 

Junior leaves you two and you decided to occupy yourself with the lights for now. You plug them into the nearby electrical socket to see if they worked and you start to wrap the lights around the tree. "So, uh- how have you been?" Joe asks sitting awkwardly on the couch fiddling with his thumbs. "Good. You?" You ask still focusing on the lights. You were perfecting the lights on the right side of the tree when the other side fell off. "I got it!" Joe jumps up to his feet to help. "But, I've been good. Working hard to get us to the super bowl but it's looking a bit meh." Joe sighs, clearly seeming stressed with his career at the moment. "That's cool." You nod still not bothering to look at him and reach for more lights being that this tree was super tall and full. "Look Y/N, I should really apologize for the way I acted with you." Joe says and you finally look up at him hearing those words. The lights were illuminating his face in such a warm beautiful way that almost made you into putty. 

"No need, we just grew apart." You shrug trying to make it into no big deal even though it still hurt. "No, you reached out ; multiple times and I pushed you to the side, that wasn't okay-- Here you two go, some Hot Cocoa!" Your Pops interrupts the conversation. "Thanks Pops." You smile at him slowly walking over with the hot mugs trying not to spill anything. "Thanks Mr. S" Joe smiled kindly at him. You noticed how much he's changed his appearance, even his teeth were completely different and perfectly white and straight.  "So, how are we doing this season?" Pops asks him diverting the conversation away from what Joe and I were talking about. Mom and Junior come back into the living room with their own mugs on hot cocoa, mom going directly to the tv to put on some Christmas music as usual. Junior joins in on the sports talk and mom comes over to help you out with the tree. "Those lights are perfect for it! I always loved a classic tree, white lights with red and green ornaments." She says clearly in a better mood now. Not wanting to upset her again you make a mental note of asking Junior what happened with your sister. 

"Me too, although I love a classic white and red tree as well." You smile setting your hot mug down somewhere safe and continuing your tree decorating as Little Saint Nick by The Beach Boys played on the tv. Soon enough you felt a bit of the Christmas cheer with the whole family gathered around but there was still some weird tension between you and Joe. As he had conversations with the guys and you kept by the tree you guys kept stealing glances between each other from across the room. "Why don't you go talk to him?" Your mom speaks up as you guys now deal with the ornaments. "Don't have much to say." You mutter giving her a little shrug. "You guys were inseparable when you two were growing up. Just cause things are a bit different now doesn't mean they have to completely change." Your mom responds. "It's complicated." You sigh. "We'll talk later but don't think I don't notice the weird looks you've been giving each other." Your mom says making you blush. 

The night continues before your Nana comes in to tell you all that dinner was finally ready. You all file into the dining room, there being an exact number of chairs for everyone except for one person. "Here, take this one Joe, I'll get an extra chair from the garage." Junior says giving him the seat across from you. "Oh um--Thanks man." Joe says seeming to change his mind about protesting the seat as he made eye contact with me. "This smells amazing mom." Mark says from across the table. You and Joe glance at each other as the food starts to be passed around the table and you knew this dinner was going to be a long one. 

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"That was a great dinner Mrs.S! Thanks so much for the leftovers." Joe says as he gets ready to leave with a bag of leftovers that Nana made him take. It was well after dinner now, the dinner itself wasn't too interesting. Everyone mostly talked about the holidays, football and stuff that has been happening around the town the past few months. You tried your best to not stare at Joe during the dinner, you just wanted it to be over if you were honest. You hated the tension between the two of you and you were sure he felt the same. "You come by anytime, I'll make you another pie just for you." She smiles at him. "Maybe after the season ends, this was enough of a cheat meal for the whole month." He chuckles holding the Tupperware with all the leftover food and dessert. "It was nice seeing everyone, I uh invited Junior out for some burgers this week at the diner. Hope you can make it." Joe says turning to you kind of putting you on the spot. "Oh um, sure that sounds nice. Dina and Peter would love that." You give him a small smile. Joe bids everyone a goodbye before he leaves out the door and everyone turns towards you. "Is there a reason everyone is just staring at me?" You ask looking at all of them weird. "I thought you two were still friends?" Nana speaks up visibly confused. "We really haven't been friends in years. Drifted apart once he transferred to LSU, he stopped talking to me and that was pretty much that." You shrug going back to finish the tree. "Well honey, why didn't you tell us? This must of been so awkward for you. " Your mom asked. "It's not a big deal, you guys had a good time having him for dinner. It's fine, we just grew up, grew apart...it happens." You shrug wanting this conversation to be over. "Now, Let's finish this beautiful tree!" You smile wanting to move on from the topic, hating this feeling of awkwardness and judgement from everyone. 

Joe's POV: 

Walking to his car in the cold crisp Midwest air, Christmas lights everywhere were illuminating around the street, Joe simply couldn't wrap his mind around just seeing Y/N and having dinner with her family after so many years. He wasn't expecting to see the girl he had fallen for so many years ago. He had felt annoyed at his mom for just tossing him in the ring like that and not being able to say no to Y/N's grandparents once they offered their hospitality to him. Joe also felt incredibly guilty by the way he stopped contact with Y/N all those years ago, he knew he really messed up there. He wished he could of gotten more privacy with her in order to apologize in a much better and heartfelt manner about how he acted towards her but he hoped she would actually take the offer of catching up at the diner to reconcile.  

As Joe got into his car and pulled out of his parents drive way, his ex-girlfriend Mallory calls him. Sucking his teeth in annoyance, he reluctantly answers as he drives out of his childhood neighborhood. "Yeah." Joe answers not wanting to entertain her at all right now and just wanting to drive home in peace. "Well hello to you too Mr. Burrow." She giggled making him roll his eyes. "What do you need?" Joe sighs. "I found a dress for that annual holiday dinner, so you can match your tie with me." Mallory informs him. "Uh, why would you need a dress for that?" Joe asks clearly confused as to why she would think she would still be attending that with him. "Because we always match? Duh!" She says which makes Joe snort sarcastically. "Mal, we broke up a month ago. I already told my mom and she agreed to accompany me since I can't really cancel a plus one." Joe responds. "Oh please, no one knows we're broken up yet and I know you're not taking your mom to this instead of just pretending to be a couple again for one night. That's super lame." Mallory scoffs. "Mal, its a done deal, return the dress or whatever you want with it. Now if that's all, goodbye." Joe responds feeling annoyed at his ex-girlfriends audacity. Next thing he knew, he heard her scoff one last time and abruptly the call ends. Letting out an exhale Joe focuses on his ride back home but he couldn't get you out of his mind. All the memories of the two of you just stood in his mind no matter how much he tried to focus on other things he has going on right now.

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Y/N's POV:

"So, that's it? You two didn't talk about what happened?" Sammi your best friend asks as you do your skincare routine before bed via Facetime with her and Jay. "No! Like he apologized for the way he stopped talking to me but I'm sure he doesn't even remember what even happened in 2014. The guy is a star quarterback, do you know how many girls he's been with since then?" You scoff. "So?! You were his first, you don't forget that, plus he's been in a relationship with Mallory Ross since he was at LSU...I'm sure there hasn't been that many people in between you two." she replies. "Who knows, but I'm sure us hooking up when we were 18 isn't something he cares about plus it would be weird to bring it up like, 'oh remember the time we had sex in your parents basement on your star wars bedsheets and your mom almost caught us?' Like that would be so weird." You shake your head making Sammi laugh.

 "Star Wars sheets are kind of hot. Did you guys role play the emo guy and Natalie Portman?"  Jay asks making you roll eyes in annoyance. "That's all you have to say about this?" You scoff.  "What are the odds you even run into him again after this? He doesn't even live in Athens anymore anyway." Jay states. "He invited me and Junior out for some burgers at the diner this week." You give him a look through your phone. "Oh." Sam and Jay say in unison. "Well, maybe he'll bring it up if Junior goes to the bathroom and gives you two a moment alone." Sammi shrugs. " This is all so weird...maybe I should of came just that week of Christmas, I probably could of avoided him." You sigh putting your things away in your toiletry bag. "You'll be fine! At least he apologized and made a gesture to reconcile. Give him a chance, it's Christmas! It's the season of giving!" Jay says making you snort. You knew he was right, you should just let things go and close this chapter properly at the diner. Your grandparents were selling the house, no one from your family that you were close enough too lived here in Athens anymore and given the life Joe lived now...this was probably going to be the last time you'd ever get this chance to just squash any sort of animosity you had towards him. 

"Yeah I guess you're right, I'll talk to you guys later. Today's been a long one." You yawn. They both bid you a goodnight and you get into bed still thinking about Joe. It was beyond weird and awkward seeing him tonight and you couldn't shake that feeling off. You thought about one Christmas you spent here when you were a kid that you and Joe spent all day sledding and both got really bad colds as a result. His mom had given him permission to come over and lay on the couch with me watching cartoons all day while we had Nana's soup since she had to work and Joe's dad was away because of his coaching job he had back then. Falling asleep thinking about Joe and the memories you two shared all throughout your childhood, you hadn't noticed the snow fall that started to happen outside.

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Wednesday:

"Nervous?" Junior asks you as you two sit in pops truck and he drives to the diner to meet Joe like you three had planned. "No, more like dreading this actually." You awkwardly chuckle. "I think it will be like old times, stuff our faces with burgers and milkshakes. Laugh at stupid jokes that only we find funny." Junior shrugs pulling up to a light that was to turn onto the street where the diner was located. "I kind of highly doubt that. Most people that make it big like him change and unfortunately not in the most appealing ways. I'm kind of scared to get to know this Joe." You bite your lip feeling a but uneasy. "Well, while I was talking to him when he was at the house, he seemed the same just more mature and a bit less shy than usual." Junior responds, of course he'd stick for Joe. "I don't know, someone who just stops talking to their childhood friend the way he did... doesn't show me that they're the same as they once were." You shake your head looking at the amount of traffic that was in this town now compared to when you were younger and all the snow that had fallen in the last 48 hours. "Well, there's only one way we get to find out!" Junior says pulling up to the familiar diner. 

You two notice Joe's car that he was driving the other day indicating he was already here waiting for your both. You two make your way out of the truck and into the diner spotting Joe already sitting at the old booth just like when you two were kids. 

A/N: What did we think of Joe's POV? Thought I'd try something new in my writing lol Hope you guys are enjoying it so far! I know it's starting a bit slow but the fun is about to really begin! 💚❤

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title: you may be dead, but i’m still pretty

rating: explicit, 18+

pairing: max phillips x f!reader

word count: ~5700

summary: it’s Max’s birthday so you agree to indulge him with one of his biggest and most well-hidden fantasies: Buffy Summers. (AKA the one where you dress up as a slutty cheerleader with a stake and completely own his ass)

warnings/tags: i feel like i should send sarah michelle gellar an apology letter for this, BSDM dynamics, tying up, edging, orgasm denial, blow jobs, brief use of plugs, oral (f and m receiving), piv sex, SMUT, no use of y/n, no reader descriptions other than hair long enough to put into pigtails, max dressed as the dollar store general version of Spike (and satisfies the little goth freak inside of me), dare i tag this as btvs or should i more accurately tag it as Boofay the Vampire Layer, as you can see i had way too much fun with this

a/n: from @heareball ‘s request from my 100 followers celebration: 24. A whispered, “Fuck, can we do that again?” against the other’s lips.” with our boy Max Phillips? smutty? (your original ask got deleted! i'm so sorry 😔)

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The doorknob to the front door of the luxurious apartment rattled as someone on the other side struggled with the keys in the lock. With a squeak, the door opened and a woman stumbled through. With seemingly no one else home, you frown, confused by the darkness and the seemingly empty apartment. 

“Mom? Dawn? I’m home from cheer practice. Isn’t it supposed to be pizza night?”

No one answered you, the shadows empty and looming. Slightly more worried now, you slip your backpack off one shoulder, your hand sliding into one of the pockets. 

“Ha, ha, very funny, guys, but it’s not my birthday. You can come out now. But feel free to leave out the presents and cake.”

You sneak around to the living room, your hand wrapped firmly around your trusty weapon in your backpack, your pigtails twitching back and forth as you peer into the gloom. Nothing moves, but the shadows feel closer, heavier, darker. You pause, wait, listening, anticipating –

Something moves in the far corner of the room and then strong arms snatch you up around your elbows. You squeak, surprised and a little pissed he managed to sneak up on you, as a long, warm tongue licks up the side of your neck, fangs pinching at your earlobe.

“Slayer,” the shadow hisses, “finally, she came out to play." Oh, no, you trained for this. For six whole weeks at the Y just for this one goddamn move. 

You plant your feet just like you were taught, twisting your body in his arms to readjust his weight and you spin, throwing him over your shoulder and onto his back on the ground. Hardly giving him time to shake off the shock, you snatch up your backpack and pounce on his chest. 

Wide eyes stare up at you from beneath thick black eyeliner. Dark hair slicked back, with at least one fake silver stud in his ear, the vampire watches you with surprise and obvious arousal. Hands with black nail polish hover above your thighs, itching to sink down into your plush flesh. If he thought that was a surprise, just wait until –

You pull a stake out from your backpack and hold it above his chest. 

Behind your ass, his cock jumps awake. You suppress a giggle and force your mouth into a teasing smirk. You press the tip right into his chest and the styrofoam cracks. The vampire breathes sharply through his nose when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra beneath your “Middleton High” cheerleader’s uniform. 

“What do you have to say for yourself? For a creature of the night, you’re kinda lame.” 

Grinning, his hands drop against your thighs, thumb slipping under the edge of the white stocking under your knee, the black shirt around his chest tight and far too complimentary of his biceps. 

“And you’re just a cheerleader. Tell me, are these stockings standard regulation?” 

You shift your weight, pressing into him with your hips and the fake stake, your other hand on his chest, exactly where you put it when you ride him. His mouth drops open slightly when he feels your wet underwear through his shirt, his eyes fluttering.

“I only hunt naughty vampires,” you coo. “Are you going to behave?” 

Brown eyes slipping into a heated blackness as he squirms beneath you, two fangs descend from his upper row of teeth, his tongue licking them teasingly. God, he knows exactly what the sight of him like that does to you. 

“Depends on what you make me do.” 

You smirk and roll your hips once – he groans. “I’m going to make you be very, very naughty.” 

You slide back, out of the reach of his outstretched hands, still pointing that stake at him, and beckon him towards you. He eagerly pushes himself up, revealing that tight torso to the moonlight. You catch a glimpse of his tight black jeans for the first time all night and your mouth waters. You can definitely see the hot outline of his cock, bulging against the seam of his pants. Why didn’t you do this earlier? 

You swallow and catch his gaze again. He’s smirking, glancing down to where you were so shamelessly staring. Flushed slightly, you push him down the hall as if walking a purp back to the holding cell. He even stumbles with his hands up in surrender. You take him by the shoulder and shove him into the bedroom. 

“You’re kind of strong for someone of your size,” he says as he tumbles into the room. 

“Cheerleading is harder than it looks.” His tongue runs the length of his bottom lip as he watches you in a comically small skirt slink towards him. “Kneel for me.” 

He drops to his knees without hesitation, his broad shoulders tight with anticipation. You tuck the tip of the stake under his chin, tilting his head up to look you in the eye.

“Being a hot cheerleader takes a lot out of me.” You prop the sole of your sneaker up against his shoulder, giving him a perfect view of your black lace underwear. His eyes flicker between your crotch and your face. “Take off my shoes for me.” 

His breathing hitches as he delicately takes the back of your ankle, the heat from his fingers warm even through the stocking, as he uses his deft fingers on the other hand to pluck your laces free. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ma’am is my mother.” You cock your head. “Try again.”

“Yes, Slayer.” He nuzzles your shin as he slowly slips the sneaker off your foot, still delicately holding your ankle as if it is precious glass. Looking up at you for permission to continue, his eyelashes thick and heavy, he slowly lowers your foot to the ground, but his hand stays at your heel. Before you can stop him, his hand skitters up and squeezes the back of your thigh, so you press your other knee against his throat and he chokes.

“That’s one,” you warn. He nods, swallowing, and you shift to put your other sneaker against his shoulder. 

“One what, Slayer?” His hands are barely trembling as he unties your laces, tosses your sneaker to the ground. You know he can smell your wetness leaking out onto your panties. His already dark eyes flash with unrestrained want, trying to see where your slick stains your crotch. 

“One time you don’t get to come.” 

His eyes leap from under your skirt up to your face, his mouth slack and desire hot across his face and you nearly give up the game right then – tackle him to the ground and shove your tongue down his throat. But, no, this is what he asked for so you’re going to give it to him. You breathe, trying to steady your own unbalanced nerves, and he sets a warm palm on your knee. 

It’s your boyfriend in his eyes, not some horny creature of the night, asking are you okay? Do you want to keep going? Despite giving him everything he wants, he would drop this scene in an instant if you were uncomfortable in any way. 

You quell the adoration expanding in your chest with an inhale, drop the stake, and you set your shoulders back. You twist your ankle around the back of his neck and flex.

“Come here.” Desire overwhelms his face again, jaw tightening, eyes widening to black as he shuffles forward, careful to keep your leg balanced over his shoulder. 

“Can I touch you, Slayer?” He breathes, voice low and wrecked, hands twitching. Your knee bends over his shoulder, your heel pressing into his back. 

You nod, chest stuttering, his warm breath against your hot inner thigh sending arousal licking up your spine. You nod again and his hand cups the back of your thigh, the curve of your ass, his fingers cradling your opposite knee to steady you. He squeezes just below your ass and you groan. 

“I want my panties drenched. You figure out how to do that.” 

A heavy noise from his chest, and he ducks his head beneath your pleated skirt. His fingers pull aside the crotch of your panties and that first lick has you both groaning. He cups your ass again, pushing you into his face and sending your leg further over his shoulder. You might have stumbled, your knee already weak, had it not been for his hands gripping you, clutching you to his mouth.

He tilts your hips up, holds your pelvis like a bowl, and eats. 

He sucks one lip into his mouth, and then the other, tonguing your flesh as if it needed to be wetter. He dips his chin, licking from your clenching hole up to your clit, groaning praises around the drops of slick that cling to his lips. Tongue firm and steady, he fucks you with it, the curve of his nose pressing against your clit. Heat blooms, pulsates with every plunge of his tongue, your cunt fluttering around him, and it rockets up your spine, yanking your head back. 

“Oh, Jesus – fuck,” your nails dig into his shoulder, his name just in the back of your throat, and the vibration in his chest that you feel against your wet thigh has your knee buckling. With a growl that reverberates up into your cervix, he clutches you tighter, tongue painting you with your own slick even faster. He tucks your clit up into his mouth and sucks – hard.

Your orgasm that detonates in your core is unexpected, strong, and completely knocks you off balance. Entirely dependent on him to keep you upright, you hold him against you, his satisfied licks carrying you through it, teasing aftershocks, and he drinks the splash that bursts out of you with reckless abandon. 

Oh, that bastard is gonna get it . . .

Knees trembling, you pull back, nails wrapped around his hair to drag his head away from your cunt. He growls, displeased, but you manage to wedge your knee against his chest, pushing him farther back with your shin, then your foot. 

He looks manic. Slicked hair completely undone, mouth, nose, cheeks shiny with your release, his eyes were blacker than ever. He licks the corner of his lips, focus still entirely attached to your leaking pussy, and his fangs dig into his bottom lip, seemingly without his control.

“Is that wet enough for you?” 

You use the sternest voice you can muster, almost annoyed at how easily he can pull you apart: “Take your shirt off.” 

He does so without question, without hesitation, eyes catching every heavy breath, every pulse of your heart – he sees the wetness on the edge of one of your stockings and you watch as his cock twitches. 

“What next, Slayer?” It’s intimate, the way he says it, the way it purrs in his mouth. You kind of wish he had gone with the British accent he had been considering, but listening to him beg you just as he is, has your pulse rocketing again. 

In the dim light, he’s all dark shadows and cut muscle. Shirtless, breathing heavy, black jeans slung low on his hips, he could not look farther from the man you know, the man you love, but he’s still there. Still drives you fucking crazy.

In two steps, you capture his mouth with yours, your fingers twisting into his short hair at the cup of his skull as you pull him down into you. His groan is different, relieved, instead of possessive, coming from his ribs instead of his groin. Mouth open, he widens the gap between your lips with the press of his tongue and you taste your own salty, sweet release as his mouth overtakes yours. He kisses your bottom lip, nips at your top lip, and his hands squeeze your ass. 

Your name nearly slips out as he dips his head back, eyelids heavy, but he corrects himself. 

“S-slayer, please, can I fuck you now?”

You shake your head, your confidence growing again, and push him until he hits the edge of the bed and drops on top of it. 

“Oh, no, I’m not nearly done with you. Hold out your wrists.” 

His arms shake slightly as he holds them out to you, his eyes full of desperation and want. You tsk, frowning. 

“It seems I’ve forgotten my super powerful vampire restraints.” You tap the corner of your mouth. He wriggles. “I guess we’ll have to use something else.” 

His jaw drops as you turn around and bend forward, that pathetic excuse for a skirt barely covering the curve of your ass, giving him full view of your dripping wet pussy, as you slide your soaked panties over your hips and down to the floor. Over your shoulder, he looks totally dumbstruck, chest flushed, unable to tear his eyes away as you step out of your panties. His eyeliner is slightly smudged and your cunt clenches. 

He swallows, mouth wet, as you saunter over and poke him in the knee with your toe. 

“All the way back. To the headboard.” 

He scrambles back, still holding his wrists together even though you hadn’t actually tied him up with anything yet. He was always so good at taking directions like this.

You put your panties in your mouth, freeing your hands as you slink up the bed, over his heaving chest. As though tied by string, he follows as you take your panties out of your mouth, loop them around his wrists and firmly secure them to the headboard. It’s laughable, the idea that your wet underwear would actually keep him from moving, his actual vampire strength more than enough to shred them in an instant (as he has done on many occasion), but he settles against the pillows, a red blush emerging behind the brush of hair under his belly button, leading down and disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants. 

He won’t last long, already like this.

You slide back, your exposed cunt barely touching his skin as you shuffle down, thighs spread over his. For all his bluster and showmanship, he really is so fucking pretty when you get down to it. You drag your three fingers down from his collarbone, digging in with your nails around his nipple and eliciting a short breath, continuing lazily down his stomach, to that maddening patch of hair. You think you can smell sex on him so you dip forward and inhale. 

He loudly whines, eyes squeezing shut, stomach twitching against your hot breath. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby – S-s-slayer – please, please o-open my jeans.” 

You tongue him once, he shudders, and you pop the button on his jeans. The sound of the zipper is loud, daunting, ratchets up the pulse in your chest, in your cunt. You’re going to soak him through his jeans at this rate, and he’d thank you for it. 

“Please take me out. I want you to touch me.”

You tilt your head, watching as he squirms beneath you, his knuckles white from how hard he clenches his fists. You’ll kiss him later and thank him for trusting you with something like this, but for now, you’re going to keep teasing him.

He whimpers as you lean away from him, back towards his feet. You watch him go a bit red as you smirk over your shoulder at him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you need something?” 

He doesn’t know how to ask for it, and knowing if he does, it’ll cost him. His gaze flickers to your chest. 

You shrug. “I guess you’ve been good enough for this, little vampire.” 

With practiced ease, you slip the cheerleader uniform top over your head, your tits bouncing as they’re released from the tight confines. You watch him bite his bottom lip, eager and desperate to put his lips around your nipple, but that will come later. 

“Better?”

He shifts, hips thrusting against his zipper for some relief, and nods. You lean back again, smirking, and untie his big heavy black boots. You’re dying to ask him where the hell he got this costume, but you have to stifle your own curiosity for his sake. Making sure your ass is in full view, you yank off his boot, and then the other. They thump loudly to the floor and you lick the soft place under his ankle, pulling a groan from his throat.

Now only in your skirt and stockings, you crawl back up his long legs and situate yourself in the cradle of his pelvis. He swallows, his mouth flushed with sweat, his arms tight and flexing around his head. You’d thought up a dozen scenarios when you got to this point, things you wanted to try out, toys to play with hidden in your backpack, but just having him beneath you, you knew exactly what you wanted. 

“Where are my friends?” You growl at him. “My mother, my sister – what have you done with them?” He blinks up at you in confusion for a moment, before pulling his bottom lip into his mouth with his tongue.

“I’ll never tell you, Slayer,” he snarls with a flash of fangs. You wonder if he’ll pull full Vamp Face tonight after all the teasing. Your cunt clenches at the thought.

You tsk. “That’s two.” 

You shuffle down his slim hips, fingers wrapping around the waistband of his skinny jeans, and tug as you go. He eagerly lifts his hips as you pull, harder than normal. How he fucking poured himself into these things, you’ll never know. 

Like a true badass, he’s not wearing any underwear, the teeth of his zipper leaving red marks on his groin, and his cock, so hard for so long, springs out. He is unfortunately very good at getting you to babble mindlessly during sex, his strict questions baring no room for argument.

Whose cunt is this? Yours. Always yours.

Who fucks you the best? You, you, you.

How do you like my cock, splitting you open? I love it. God, I fucking love it. It’s such a pretty cock.

You babble, but never lie. Flushed, thick, long, he does and always has had a gorgeous cock, as far as cocks go. Or maybe it’s just how it makes you feel, tapping against your g-spot, that makes your mouth water with adoration. 

“I have ways of making you talk,” you say gruffly, palming the leaking precum around his head and using it to pump him once. His eyes roll back in his head, his biceps flexing with restraint. But, admirably, he holds out.

“I-I’m not afraid of you, S-slayer,” he mutters breathlessly. That sort of arrogance, cock-assuredness, it made you wet the first time you met him, and it still does. You grind against his thigh, but it’s not enough. You lift your palm from him and spit into the cup of your hand. His eyes track the string of spit as it falls from your lips, as you turn your cupped hand over and take him by the base of his cock. You drag your hand up, feeling every ridge, every throb of his vein, as you twist your wrist, thumbing the head of his cock. Precum leaks more and his cock flushes darker. 

“You still don’t want to talk?”

He shakes his head, eyes tightly shut as if using every mental facility available to keep from cumming. 

“You know what I can do to you if you don’t talk.” He nods. “And you know what’s going to happen if you come before I tell you to. Right?”

You pump him a tick faster and his hips buck. 

“Fuck. Yes, yes, I know.” 

You arch an eyebrow at him, his jaw tight and clenched, the pink from his groin spreading up his chest. You think he might be sweating slightly, his skin fire hot. 

“Then you only have yourself to blame for this.” 

You bend forward and take him entirely into your mouth, his sensitive head pricking the back of your throat.

“Ohhh, fucking hell–,” 

His cock rigid against your tongue, you lap at him, deeply inhaling the musky scent of those curls. His stomach tenses and his hips jerk but he doesn’t move. He knows bucking them into your mouth will making him come like lightning, despite the torture of keeping still. He drops his head back against the pillow and releases a full body groan. 

“I’m gonna fucking die.”

You chuckle, humming around him, before sucking him up and down, up and down – he pants loudly above you – and then you pull off him entirely. 

“You aren’t going to die,” you murmur coolly, using your middle finger and thumb to jerk his head slightly. His thighs shake. “You might, though, when I suck your soul out through this cock.”

You slurp him down again, mouth salty with precum, and suck and twirl and lick and –

“Okay, stop, stop, I’m gonna c-come – I’ll tell you where your friends are.”

Beyond pleased with yourself, you let him drop out of your mouth and look up. You’re struck by what you see.

Chest red and heaving, sweat darkening the hair at his temples, arms shaking and fingers clenched around the headboard, he’s coming undone. He’s falling apart. His teeth clenched so hard, the tension contorts his beautiful face and he breathes harshly through his nose. You know if it really was too much, he’d say the safe word and you’d back off in an instant. But this is also the sort of play your boyfriend goes absolutely bonkers for. 

He swallows. “I-in the bathroom,” he chokes out, his voice cracked and dry, “they’re in the bathroom.” 

You bite his hip bone, flesh twitching beneath your teeth. 

“Good boy.” 

Easing your weight off him, you slide off the mattress and leave him sweating and flustered. You flip on the light switch, the dark room suddenly flooding with an almost painful white light. Blinking back tears as your eyes adjust, you catch yourself in the mirror.

He is the one tied up, edged to the fringe of pain, but you still look debauched. Hair a mess from where he sunk his hands into you as he kissed you, pleated skirt up by your waist, teasing a hint of your cunt, and your tits flushed and pink, the power of a vampire slayer looks good on you. You smirk at yourself, knowing that just this look on you has him at the razor margin of coming in his pants, and then your gaze drops to the counter.

On little pieces of paper in front there are names like “Xander”, “Cordelia”, “Willow”. Clearly planned and thought out, the names sit in front of different sex toys. Vibrators, beads, plugs – you name it. You grin because your boyfriend was often a pop-culture dork and you can only imagine his childish glee as he set this up. Ridiculous. Idiot. 

You pick up a black plug, short and squat, with the name “Spike”. Sometimes he was about as subtle as a train wreck. Taking up the conveniently placed bottle of lube, you go back to the bedroom, to your little plaything. 

His cock isn’t bright red, not as strict, whatever he focused on to keep from coming clearly worked. He licks his lips as he sees you come out, hands behind your back. 

“Did you find them?”

“Yes, I did. Very good vampire.” Kneeling at the edge of the bed, you bunch up the covers and hide the toy and lube underneath, knowing exactly when you want to show them to him. His eyes widen, hands fisting your sticky panties. 

“Can’t we play?” 

“So eager,” you coo as you crawl up to him again. You bite his earlobe, hands palming his wide chest. “We’re almost there, but not yet.”

His hips shift, searching for the heat of yours as you settle on his stomach. Your cunt’s slick smears on his hot skin and his nose flares.

“What do I have to do?”

Heartbeat hard against your wrists, your ribs, your thighs, you swallow his gaze as you reach behind you and squeeze the base of his cock. He gasps, the touch unexpected, and in three strokes, he’s hard, straining, between your ass cheeks. You rub your ass against him once and you can see his resolve start to crumble. He’s been on the edge for too long, buckling against the climbing weight of his own orgasm. He whines, his eyes tightly shut, the eyeliner running down his temple. You wait, thinking this is where he will call it quits, use the safeword and tear out of his restraints. But he doesn’t. He twitches and heaves and shudders, precum running in between your fingers. 

Your little goth badass is struggling to keep it together. 

You bend forward and kiss him lightly on his cheek, his skin warm and wet. 

“You have to make me come,” you whisper. Without looking at him, you reach to the end of the bed, and pull out the plug you’ve chosen.

He literally whimpers when he sees what’s in your hand. His open mouth is wet, stringy with spit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck – S-slayer, p-please –,”

“Not for you, silly,” you hum. Holding onto the plug, you slather a truly horrendous amount of lube over it. It drips wet and warm onto his chest, his skin tightening. His fangs hover above his bottom lip. He wants to devour you. 

You stroke him twice more, inch back, and arch your back, his cock brushing your stomach. On an exhale, you insert the plug into yourself and finally let out the moan that’s been building in your chest all night. Watching your face go slack, he snarls.

“I wanted to do that.” 

You breathe out, feeling full and swollen, slick leaking down your thigh. You crack open an eye and smirk as he seethes. He straddles the edge, cracking under your fingertips, and he still thinks he owns your asshole. 

“Don’t be naughty or I’ll make it three.” 

With a quick lick up his cock, you settle forward and take his red tip into your cunt. He flushes, sweat breaking out on his skin, as you sink, lower, and lower, swallowing him more and more, as your body literally molds to take more and more of him. By the time you straddle him completely, his cock thick and throbbing inside of you, the moan you made is only matched by his, low, deep, aching. The headboard hisses as his fists clench around the slates. 

“Baby – please, you have to – move – baby–,”

“You don’t get to come, even if I do, understand?”

He shudders, his hips jerking up in small strokes, his eyes fluttering shut. “Yes, I k-know.” 

“Good boy.”

And you rise up on your knees and drop all the way back down, searching for a pace that is as fast as it is punishing. Squeezing his hips with your thighs, you ride him, that syrupy heat turning from a simmer to a roar, pleasure throbbing like a fresh bruise. The tendons in his neck flex and strong as he fights to wrangle in that spark, that wildfire, he looks up at you, eyes swimming with need, with adoration, with rage. He wants to fuck you, wants his hands on you, wants to pluck you apart with his fingers, his tongue – but mostly he wants to come with you.

Sweat slips down the back of your neck, over your shoulder, nestling under your breast. More dripped down your spine, his thighs soaked from your slick. His restraint only drags you higher, faster, sharper. His own frustration is palpable and your complete control over him tightens your cunt. You bounce rougher and he grunts, barely audible words escaping his clenched teeth i’m gonna fuck you gonna ruin that cunt gonna split you open baby baby baby his forearms so tight, you could see his veins up through his arms. 

The image of a ruined Max Phillips quivering and sweating beneath you, obeying you, submitting to you, allowing you to reduce him to this – the plug going deeper and deeper, feeling overwhelmed, overspilling – it breaks you open. White lightning pierces you and tears slip out of your eyes, head thrown back, a moan tearing up your throat so loud you wonder if his neighbors will complain. 

You gush over his hips, his jeans, his throbbing cock, every muscle in your lower body tense and tight, milking his cock. Over the ringing in your ears, you hear him make a guttural groan in the back of his throat. Your thighs tremble.

“You can come, baby, come inside me.”

Three things happen within seconds of each other. 

Max tears his way out of your black panties, tears the cheap skirt from your hips, literally tearing the fabric in half, and he flips you onto your back. With a snarl, he shoves your knees up to your chest and thrust deeper inside you than you could ever reach on top. It nearly knocks the wind out of you.

You scrabble at his chest, little nails digging into his damp skin, but he doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t stop. He’s kept himself back long enough for this. Only this. 

He fists the stocking around your calf as he plunges deeper and deeper into your pussy. He pushes against a patch inside of you only he can seem to reach and you tighten beneath him, mouth dropping open.

“That’s it. That’s where you need it,” he smirks, the groan that follows nicking his ribs. “You’re such a filthy little Slayer. Need to get properly fucked by your dirty vampire’s big cock, don’t you?”

You nod, each brush of his cock against that spot has your thighs shaking and knees weak. He gives a particularly rough thrust and tears leak out of the corner of your eyes. 

“Oh god – yes – I need – right fucking there – I need it.” 

“Need what?” He isn’t going to let you get away with it after that much edging. 

You try to focus on his face through bleary eyes, through the rapid pounding your cunt is taking, the whole bed creaking, so cock-drunk you think you might drool, and you claw at his ribs. 

“Need your cock, Max. And your hand.”

He knows exactly what you mean, what you want. His grip switches, arm balanced out by your head, and the other hand sliding up between your damp tits and his fingers tighten around your throat. His eyes tracking his thumb, he brushes the spot where he bit you last week. He could have healed you in an instant, hates seeing any lingering hurt on you, but you begged him to leave the mark, leave the scar. You thought you really might love him that day.

He thrusts hard and deep and his fingers tighten. Your vision blurs, blackness creeping in, your body going numb to the pounding, your grasp around his wrists going limp. 

And then, the world rushes back, pours into you, bright, loud, hot, and pleasure explodes out through your body and you come, harder than you’ve ever done in recent memory. It doesn’t even feel like an orgasm – it’s your soul being returned from some other astral plane into a hot, steaming soup. 

Above you, the force of his own orgasm knocks Max onto his elbows, hunched over you and filling you with so much delayed cum it leaks out of you and down the curve of the plug. You feel numb, tingle all over, as feeling slowly returns to your extremities, your skin warm and throbbing. Max’s own body beats in sync with his thudding heartbeat. Sweat pours off you both as if a dripping towel had been wrung out above you. 

As awareness slowly returns, you realize he’s basically crushing you with his full weight, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to move. If he is in the same state you are, he can’t feel his legs. 

Panting through the same shared breaths, Max lifts his head from the curve of your neck and soothes his pulsating skin by gently touching his forehead to yours. Shaking, he presses an embarrassingly chase kiss to your lips. 

“Fuck, can we do that again?” 

You chuckle mindlessly. “Which part? The heart-stopping orgasm or a shameful reenactment of a 90s classic tv show?”

Max groans as he flops onto the bed next to you. “The first one. Both. I don’t know. Don’t ask me hard questions right now.” 

You chuckle, breathing heavy, as you eye the shredded remnants of your cheerleader skirt and panties. 

“You’re lucky I bought this costume outright. Don’t know how I was going to explain what the fuck happened to it.” 

“Hey, you show up in these again,” he flicks the ruined lumps of your pigtails, “I’ll fuck you however wherever you want.”

“Do I even want to know where you got your get up?” You nod to his general appearance, ruined makeup and black nails. He glances down and realizes he’s still wearing those black skinny jeans. 

“Shit, no fucking wonder I can’t feel my legs. Damn things are cutting off my circulation.”

You giggle as he struggles to strip himself bare, kicking the jeans down his legs and off the bed. Carefully, you take out the plug, dropping it to the floor, wince at the emptiness knowing it would need to be cleaned later. And maybe later, Max would use his tongue to soothe the muscle.

But he’s too out of it to notice now. He flops back down, arms outstretched, and not needing an invitation, you curl up against his chest. His arms fold around you, his lips automatically coming to rest against your hairline, as your breathing settles. 

“So, good birthday present?” You grin up at him.

He rubs his eyes as he groans, smearing his eyeliner even more. “Fuck, baby, the fucking best. Like, you don’t even have to get me a Christmas present.”

You trace his chest, his ribs with a finger, a small smile curling your lips. “Hmm, you say that now . . .”

He laughs, no more than a huff, and kisses your forehead. “It’ll be hard to top that, sweetheart.” 

With that smirk spreading across your face, you sit up on an elbow, turning to look down at him. He’s just fucking glowing. 

“I don’t know . . . I was thinking something more dirty. Something that will ensure we definitely go to hell.”

He tips his finger up and down your shoulder, eyes already going dark, cock twitching against his stomach. “What did you have in mind?”

“Have you ever been choked out by a rosary?”

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[iamthecomet]

Comet we see scenes play through between the ghouls but can we see the buildup of a scene but at some point in it someone has to make the "mayday" call and the care following? Ghouls and content of your choice.

Safe word use, and some soft big boys (Swiss/Mountain) below the cut.

They've done this a hundred times at least. Played this through. Mountain has been here, face down, ass up, just like this more times than he can count. But for some reason, tonight, it's making his skin feel too tight. He's too deep in his head. Nowhere near subspace. His brain a constant hum of thoughts that this treatment is supposed to silence, but instead, when Swiss drags his claws up the back of Mountain's thighs--a threat for what's next--it makes Mountain feel like he's going to fall apart. He can feel too much of his body. Can hear his heart pounding in his ears. Mountain bites down on his cheek and tries to breathe. To focus. To drop. The sharp slap of Swiss' palm against his ass--and the plug buried inside of him--makes him yelp. Heat builds through his face, his throat burns. "Swiss--" "You love it," Swiss growls. And usually Mountain would nod, dumb already, but instead he shakes his head. He doesn't, not now, not like this. The false edge of Swiss' anger is making him spiral. He digs his fingers into the bed, his breath catches in his throat when he tries to calm down. Panic crawls up his throat. He doesn't know what he needs or what he wants but it's not--he can't-- "Red," he whispers then repeats himself a little louder, the word cracking in his throat. He feels a flash of worry as soon as he says it. Worry that Swiss will be disappointed in him--he's disappointed in himself. He should be able to do this for his partner, should be able to-- Swiss doesn't hesitate. He reaches for Mountain's hips and eases him onto his back so he can see his face. He kneels between Mountain's spread thighs and craddles his face in his overwarm hands. "Look at me, Mount," Swiss says. The demanding tone of his voice gone--like it was never there. Mountain blinks, directs his glassy gaze to Swiss' face. He's going to cry. "'m sorry," he mumbles. He's not aware of the tears until Swiss is wiping them away with his thumbs. "Hey, hey, Sunflower. It's ok." "Wanted to be good for you. But it doesn't--I can't--" "Stop," Swiss says firmly. "You are good for me. So good. Don't worry about that. I want to help, you have to talk to me, Mount. Please?" Mountain takes a deep breath. The panic is starting to fade. Swiss presses one of his hands over Mountain's racing heart and waits. "Don't know what the problem is," Mountain says honestly. He heaves out a breath, feels the world start to come back into focus. "It just didn't feel good. Thought it was what I wanted, but I can't right now. I'm sorry--" "No apologizing," Swiss admonishes. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Sunflower. Tell me what you need. Do you want something else instead?" Mountain looks away, digging his teeth into his cheek. He shakes his head sharply. He's done. Pleasure feels distant, impossible.

"No. Not right now." Swiss bends down and presses a kiss to the base of one of Mountain's horns. "Alright. Let's get you cleaned up then big guy." Swiss moves to pull away, to help Mountain up. No doubt to take him into the bathroom, to take the plug out with gentle hands and wipe him down, get him dressed. But Mountain catches him by the wrist before he goes too far. "In a minute." "You'll feel better after." "I know," Mountain agrees, but he holds Swiss' wrist fast. He tugs until Swiss relents and lays down next to him. Curling his broad arms around Mountain's shoulders. Allowing the earth ghoul to nuzzle his face into the hollow of Swiss' throat and breathe in the spiced smell of him. Swiss sighs, but tightens his grip. Pulls Mountain flush against him, using the breadth of his chest to envelop Mountain with ease. Mountain feels the tension drain from his shoulders. "Just a little longer," Mountain mumbles against Swiss' collarbone. Swiss kisses the top of his head. "Whenever you're ready."

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[averagewriter777]

Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)

Masterlist

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(Part Twenty)

The answer was: a lot. So much in fact that you didn’t know how you were functioning at the moment. But that was the question more than half the time, how were you functioning? And the better question- why did Ghost care? “Too much, maybe something that a little glass of tequila sunrise can take off… and a good board game.”

Ghost bore his eyes into yours, silently saying: That’s not what I meant, but dropping it. “Fine. What’re we playing?” He and probably the others hoped it wasn’t UNO again. 

You ignored his dissatisfied look and walked into the living room, crouching and being careful not to spill your drink as you pulled out a board game that looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. “Monopoly.”

And it was hilarious playing Monopoly with them. As the banker and person who distributed the cards- because you’d played the game before, you watched the chaos unfold the moment the board hit the dining room table. You didn’t tell them which properties to go for, why railroads and utilities would be the best thing to get, and despite it being expensive… why they needed boardwalk.

The game stopped when everyone went bankrupt on you- and Gaz was passed out from having drank too much. “You’re telling me… that the price went from $50 to $1700 because of a bunch of houses?!” Soap asked rather loudly while holding his head in his hands. Surprisingly, he was the last one to go bankrupt.

You grinned and held out your hand. “Welcome to America, Johnny-boy. Either pay up… or declare bankrupcy.” Ghost snorted next to you and shook his head, watching Soap- very poorly attempt to count his money. “You only have ten dollars and your properties won’t make it to $1700. I win.”

Soap groaned and dropped his head on the table, wincing at the thud. “I’m tired…” Alejandro mumbled something along the same lines, except in Spanish.

“Alright then, ladies. Follow me,” you said while moving to the other side of the table to pick Gaz up bridal-style. Soap snickered at the sight, then followed you to a bedroom that was across the hall from the downstairs bathroom. “This is the guest bedroom. Soap and Alejandro, you guys can stay in here. I’m going to put Gaz in Kennedy’s room.” Said man was put in the tiny bed- and you silently apologized for that while tucking him in.

Ghost had been trailing around, wondering mindlessly where he was going to sleep. It would be the couch, right? But you grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs while yawning, stopping when reaching one of two rooms that was there. “I’m not taking the couch?”

“No, I’m taking the couch. You’re taking my bed, ‘s more comfortable.” You opened the door for him and gestured to a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. Ghost grabbed your arm and looked down at you silently. “What? The bed’s over there, I presume you’re tired. Go. I’m heading back down--”

He would later blame his exhaustion if it became something of an issue. Ghost sighed and picked you up as you had done to Gaz. You yelped at the action, and also not liking to be picked up like this. He carried you into the room and dropped you on your own bed. When you tried to protest, he put a finger to where his mouth would be and shushed you.

The fucking audacity. Ghost was crossing his arms, basically waiting for you to get into the bed… meaning you wouldn’t go down to the couch. Once you got comfortable and faced away from him with a huff, you didn’t turn around when you felt the other side of the bed dip and the covers move. “Go to sleep, (Y/n).”

You did.

-

An old alarm clock that always went off at 6:30am- work time, no matter if it was a weekday or weekend, blasted in your ear. Your head was already pounding, so you reached for the plug that was connected to it and disconnected the contraption. There was a groan next to you, making your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

Sound asleep, or struggling to stay asleep at the moment, was Ghost- to your surprise. Weren’t you supposed to be on the couch? That was the whole…

Ghost was crossing his arms, basically waiting for you to get into the bed… meaning you wouldn’t go down to the couch. Once you got comfortable and faced away from him with a huff, you didn’t turn around when you felt the other side of the bed dip and the covers move. “Go to sleep, (Y/n).”

Well, fuck. Heat rose all the way to your cheeks from embarrassment, and while your brain struggled to function- you ended up falling out of the bed. After you regained your composure, you slowly got up and left your room, closing the door as quietly as possible on your way out.

You hadn’t been in the same bed with a man since you divorced your husband. Teammates included.

(Part Twenty-One)

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[hedgiwithapen]

The AU where Team Leverage is attempting to con Victoria Kord during the same few days that the Scarab is stolen.

Hardison adjusted the dress uniform he'd spent half the night sewing patches and arranging medals on. Authenticity was important, even if no one ever looked closely enough to see if one of the medals was a startrek badge. It wasn't--he wasn't going to risk a whole con, days of prep, on one of The Shadiest companies in Florida--for a geek joke. But he was tempted, sometimes, and never more than when he was posing as some stiff military monster at a party, talking atrocities with the Mark. Victoria Kord was certainly high on the list of 'People I feel Dirty Just Breathing The Same Air As' which was only not an official list because Eliot had pointed out that keeping such a list might bite them all in the ass.  Hardison had no intention of admitting he was right, but still. 

The food, catered by Eliot, was delicious, which counted for something. He glanced discreetly at his watch, pleased that the man he was impersonating was the type to wear real watches, and nodded to one of many hidden cameras. Originally, the plan had been to crash the party and find the paperwork about the illegal land seizures, find a way to get people back the homes they were being wrongfully evicted from. Snooping had revealed a bigger threat, and bigger target.  Parker would start her run for the secure project's room, plug in his code, and wipe all the OMAC data from Kord's system, ruining Victoria's credibility for her investors and tanking the company in three... two...

"Uh, guys? We have a problem. Like, capital p Problem," Breanna's voice hissed through the coms. 

"What?" he asked, then feigned a smile at Kord, "is that  fantastic--" he pretended to cut himself off. "My apologies, I was distracted by these canapes.  I tell you, we do not get food this flavorful in DC. You know how to make your investors feel welcome."

Over his chatter, Bre continued "Someone else just hacked the system. Majorly. I can't get it back. Hmm. I think I...might have seen this before..."

"We've got another problem," Eliot said from where he stood in chef whites, slicing meat at a table. "One of Kord's goons just walked in. Hardison, Parker, you need to bail. Now."

"Why? I'm almost--" 

"School of the Americas. That's Carapax. We'll find another way to shut them down, you need to move, now."

"And what are you going to do?" Breanna asked.

"Hey!" Parker said to someone in the hall with her. "You're messing up my heist!"

"Your heist? This is ou--my heist," said a young voice on the other end. 

"Parker, who's with you?" Eliot hissed, moving urgently now. Carapax was blocking the line of escape for Hardison, and that would not do at all.

"Uhhhhh blue buggy dude?"

Hardison's eyes bulged. "Excuse me," he said to Victoria, then muttering 

"Like... Blue Beetle?"

"I am Khaji Da," a new voice spliced into the com system, over the sound of Breanna's "Oh, no you did not just hack my coms." 

"Yes, I did."

"It's an expression," the same young man's voice said. "Um. Look. Why don't you steal whatever it is you're stealing, I'll get what I came for and we go before we all get killed?"

The overlapping chatter was going to give Eliot a headache.

"Oh, HEY," Breanna said again. "I do know you. Hey, can your hacker hear us? Tell him it's GarlicBre52. From the forums. Uh, Eliot, red truck, oh shit, and you're about to have company. the bad kind."

 Eliot rolled his eyes, and located the truck. Carapax seemed to have noticed it too. 

"Bre, Hardison, get ready to pick up Parker and go. I'll warn your nerd friend." Eliot rolled his shoulders, ready for a fight.  

Several stories up, a pulse of blue light shattered a row of windows, drawing all attention up. Eliot hoped the distraction would be enough to steal a superhero… and his back up.

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[dango-milk]

champagne problems (diluc's version)

Your mom’s ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet; your heart was glass, I dropped it.

an ode to heartbreak masterlist: (x)

word count: 8278

genre: fluff, angst (but mostly angst)

pairings: diluc x gn! reader

content warnings: symptoms of depression, drinking as a coping mechanism, arguing, combat, mildly suggestive, spoilers for Diluc's backstory and story quest

additional notes: ngl this is the work I looked forward to writing the most, so I kinda went all out with it. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did crying over writing it!

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Diluc Ragnvindr would like to think he has quite a lot of gifts. He finds that the gift of foresight, however, is not one of them.

In hindsight, he should have guessed that the constant traveling between two places, although expected of an Adventurer, would still take a toll on your body, and that knocking on your door just after sunrise would not merit him an answer. But his muscles had moved before his brain had a chance to process anything, and immediately after his hand had made contact with the wood, regret stabs through him like an ice-cold dagger.

Which is why, after hearing various items being toppled over and crashing onto the floor, when you finally open the door, the first thing that leaves his lips is an apology.

“I was just on my way home and I just wanted to see how you were doing,” he blurts, feeling the tips of his ears rapidly warming at the sight of your groggy and confused face. “And, well, I just wanted to—”

You turn your head slightly, as if to try and hear him better, and it’s only then that he sees the plugs in your ears. Diluc sighs, before motioning to his own ears to let you know.

“Oh,” you croak, and now it’s your turn to look embarrassed as you pull out your earplugs. “Sorry. You would not believe how loudly Charlie next door snores; it’s like his walls are made of paper.”

Diluc only nods, clearing his throat before he continues. “Would you like me to ask him to be a little more…”

You wave your hand dismissively, yawning as you rub your eyes. “He’s been working nights, anyway, so I doubt that asking him to sleep more quietly is going to do anything. Anyway, is there anything you need?”

He opens his mouth to answer, but the smell hits him before he could say anything. Had it not been for his years of experience as both a winery owner and a bartender, he would have instantly recoiled at the scent wafting off your figure. “Have you been drinking?”

“Just a little,” you reply, a little too quickly. “It’s really just to loosen up after work—”

“Bennett tells me you haven’t been at the Guild lately.”

“Yes, well, I took a leave of absence, so…” You pause, suddenly pouting as you fidget in place. “What about it? Am I not allowed to drink? Not everyone enjoys being perpetually sober like you, you know.”

Diluc frowns, before allowing himself a peek through the small crack in your door. “May I come in?”

You blink, taking a while to process his question before you finally relent, pushing your door wide enough to let him enter.

Diluc doesn’t remember the last time he’s been inside your house. It was most likely a time when your father had still been alive, sitting at the dining table preparing the meat he’d caught earlier in the day.

Now, all that’s on the dining table is a clutter of hunting items, empty bottles, and plates yet to be washed. Though Diluc tries to be respectful by keeping his eyes trained on you, it doesn’t help that he keeps tripping on articles of clothing and other items that had been strewn across the floor.

You collapse onto the couch in front of the empty and sooty fireplace, groaning as the sudden movement had most likely aggravated your headache. You attempt to push what seems like a heavy chest out of the way with your foot, but you struggle with the weight until Diluc steps in to help. Sure enough, the chest feels like a hundred kilograms.

“Never took you for a Treasure Hoarder,” he remarks, trying to lighten the mood.

You snort. “That’s not treasure. Well, it kind of is—open it.”

He obliges, popping open the chest to see chunks of luminous ore tucked carefully into a ragged piece of cloth. Gingerly, he lifts one up into the light, and though crudely cut, Diluc didn’t need to be a blacksmith to understand its value.

“It’s beautiful,” he says, as he examines it from every angle to admire its iridescent glow.

“The Traveler came by the other day to drop it off,” you explain, now flat on your back on the couch. “It was something they came across in The Chasm, and couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Paimon said it might strike my fancy.”

“They obviously came to the right person, then.”

“Hah.” You watch as Diluc put the ore back into the chest. “I’m not looking to turn it into jewelry, but I don’t think I’ll let it lie around there and have it oxidize into some dull lump of metal.”

“Then turn it into a weapon,” Diluc suggests. “I’m not sure how Wagner would be able to work with this kind of ore, but I’d be willing to check with some of my connections.”

You glance at Diluc, a dopey smile on your face. “What?”

“Always as reliable as ever," you say. "I thought you'd be different after all those years you were away, but you're still that eager little puppy under all that toughness, huh?"

The muscle in his jaw jumps. "I am not."

"Hehe, if you say so." You flop onto your belly, sighing as you fumble around for a pillow to shove under your head. You're barely able to make yourself comfortable before you suddenly sit up. “Sorry, did you want anything else? A cup of coffee, maybe?”

“Feels like I should be the one making you that.”

You harrumph in response and push yourself off the couch, and he keeps a respectful distance as he watches you sway from side to side on your way to the kitchen. While you rummage around in the pantry, Diluc takes it upon himself to dispose of the dishes and bottles littering your kitchen table.

The house is filled with a comfortable silence, insomuch that the fatigue that would have normally hit him later in the day makes its appearance now, as he watches you get the stove going. If he’s not going to be careful, he might as well pass out right there, on your dining table, the last thing registering in his consciousness being the way the earliest patches of sunlight casts your face in a brilliant glow…

Diluc shakes his head, ridding himself of those intrusive thoughts. You’d just gotten out of a relationship, patched up the loose ends that had unraveled during a run-in with the Fatui (and a Harbinger, to boot), and returned home after spending months in the neighboring region of Liyue. He figures you’ve had a lot on your plate since then.

He’s broken out of his inner monologue by the sound of sizzling, and he looks up to see you cracking a couple of eggs into a pan already lined with strips of bacon. He wants to insist that he prepare breakfast, or at least protest the idea of you doing it, considering the way your (rapidly paling) face scrunches up at every sudden movement. But even so, you move with such determination that one would think your life depended on making a perfectly cooked egg, sunny-side up.

Diluc instead gets up to wash the mugs sitting by your kitchen sink, finishing just in time for the kettle to start whistling. You two work in silence, with only the clattering of utensils and the chirping of birds to interrupt the small bubble of peace that had grown all around you.

“Feeling better?” he asks, as soon as you’ve both cleared your plates.

“Much, thank you,” you reply, and he doesn’t miss the way you clutch onto your cup of coffee like it was a lifeline.

“No, thank you for going through the trouble of cooking.”

“It was no trouble at all.”

Diluc lets out a breathy laugh, which you return at the sudden awkwardness of the situation. This is nice, he has to admit to himself. He decides he wouldn’t mind spending mornings just like this; it would definitely beat the extravagant—albeit lonely—breakfasts he was so used to getting.

You seem to enjoy it too, or perhaps that’s just wishful thinking on his part. But still weighing on his thoughts is a matter that he’d brought up earlier, that you’d simply brushed aside.

“You said you took a leave of absence from the Adventurer’s Guild,” he mentions. “Are you feeling ill, perhaps?”

“...you could say that,” you respond. “I just needed a break, that’s all.”

Diluc eyes you carefully. You sigh. “Out with it, Diluc. You’ve never had to worry about being frank with me before.”

“Those were different times.”

“I’m no different than before.”

“...so you say.”

You laugh, almost incredulously. “Well, I will admit that a lot of changes have happened over the past few days, but we could sit here debating about which of us has changed the most until I sober up.”

Diluc sighs, punctuating the silence that had fallen following your remark by sipping from his mug. Out of all the people he knows, you’re probably the only one who knows exactly which buttons of his to push.

No, no, you tied with Kaeya in that regard. He thinks you’re the only one who can push his buttons and get away with it, probably because he knows that you’re right—this time, at least.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. Your features instantly soften, and you seem to retract your words without saying anything at all.

“It’s just not like you to…do this.” Diluc gestures all around him. “Drinking past your normal limits, leaving the Adventurer’s Guild—”

“Not indefinitely,” you argue.

“Not indefinitely, yes, but you know what I mean.” Diluc peers at you over the rim of his mug. “[Y/N], it’s just a break-up.”

You scoff. “Please, Diluc, I’m not that shallow.”

“I would believe you if you looked me in the eye and told me that that relationship didn’t mean so much to you.”

To your credit, you do look up at him, that defiant glint in your eyes just daring him to overstep his boundaries with you. If he were a lesser man, he would have definitely backed down.

But he waits. And waits.

And you say nothing.

Diluc takes one last look at your house—in shambles, a bucket placed under a leak in the roof, items you’ve most likely strung along on your adventures littering every nook and cranny. He looks at your disheveled state, the skin around your eyes sunken and your lips now permanently pursed.

He makes up his mind, right then and there, and stands up. “Come with me,” he says, rounding the table and taking your wrist in his.

You stumble to your feet, tripping over your steps as you try to keep up with him. “Where…where to?”

“You said you needed a break,” Diluc replies. “You’re staying with me for a while.”

“What?!”

“I’ll send someone to get your stuff.” Diluc glances over his shoulder, and spots a portrait of your father sitting on top of the fireplace. He gives it a firm nod. “For now, let’s go for a ride.”

In hindsight, Diluc should have remembered that Varka had taken almost all of the horses in the city with him on his expedition.

He saves the cursing of the Knights for another day and instead focuses on the way your arms wrap around his waist as he urges the horse (that he managed to borrow from poor, sleep-deprived Charlie) forward. He handles the horse with the same ease he had as a former captain of the Knights, and though the thought brings him bitter memories, he can only wonder what thoughts were racing through your mind. Regrettably, he was at the reins facing forward, so he couldn’t really tell.

But he could only hope for the best, as the sun climbs higher and higher into the sky, bringing with it the warm winds of the incoming Mondstadtian summer. He keeps himself on high alert, open to the possibility of any trouble on your way—slimes, hilichurls, the Knights of Favonius—but he puts faith into the work he’d made last night. The way should be clear.

And despite the dark memories that had bombarded him since mounting the horse, he eases into the feeling of peace. Peace, and the feeling of your head moving to rest onto his shoulder.

The first few days, he’d really started to rethink his decision—how on earth was he going to spend time with you, ensure your well-being, in the midst of all his work with the winery? Not to mention, he had his ties to the underground intelligence network and all the time he spends protecting Mondstadt at night. No, no, he would rather feed himself to a slime than to let you get involved in all of that.

So, he spends his first few days with you in his care practically cleaving himself in multiple parts, working as much as he could at the winery and avoiding trips outside as much as he could. Try as he might, but he’d found he could not compromise at all on the threats to Mondstadt—as soon as you’d be snoring away, he would leave to take care of things.

Diluc doesn’t think he’s been this tired in years. But the sight of you padding into the winery’s library, joining him for meals, and keeping him company in his office as he works, and he feels all the fatigue dissolve into nothingness.

So imagine his joy at seeing you make remarkable progress: your face was no longer as gaunt as it had been when you’d first returned home, for one. You’d started to regain your humor, laughing a lot more even while the sun beats down mercilessly on you whenever you help out in the vineyard. To his own personal delight, you’d also started limiting your alcohol intake at his behest.

The days stretch into weeks, then into months, but time seems to slow down for you and Diluc. He catches himself staring at you a lot more often, losing himself in thought as he counts the sunspots splashed across your face. He also takes to initiating contact with you more than he used to, whether it be a hand on the small of your back as he passes, or even pulling you in for a hug after a long day at work.

He remembers the way your face feels cradled in his palm, but he could never really find the time to do it again. That is, until one night, you’d fallen asleep against his chest as he was reading to you in front of the fireplace. It was laughably ironic that he, as a wielder of a Pyro Vision, had survived the heat that would have reduced even the greatest heroes to ashes—but the mere feeling of your cheek against his hand seems to have burned away all the walls he’d painstakingly built over the years as if they were pieces of paper, taking him along with them.

In the roaring flames of what he felt for you, he should have evaporated into smoke. But there he was, letting himself slowly be consumed along with his rationality.

You recover just in time for your leave of absence to expire, and you go back to work as if nothing ever happened. To celebrate, Diluc presents to you the sword he had forged out of the ores given to you by the Traveler. The blade glows with the same strange iridescence the chunks had before they were broken up. If one were to listen carefully, the blade cutting through the wind sounds akin to a segment of an unfamiliar, yet lonely-sounding song. But you handle the sword with ease, and hold your own against Diluc, and for a time, Diluc thinks everything’s going well.

In hindsight, he should have known better.

It should have been a simple operation.

Some Abyss Mages were spotted frequenting the ruins nearest Mondstadt. Even you had been complaining about the number of spooked merchants you’ve had to escort outside the city as a result of the sightings.

Thankfully, you were out on a particularly tricky mission the night he’d decided to check out the scene. The Abyss Mages weren’t anything particularly out of the ordinary, only that they were simply as annoying as ever.

As soon as he steps out of the last of the ruins, however, he finds himself—for the first time in a long, long time—ambushed.

He’s barely able to summon his claymore before the first hilichurl lunges at him, and the club misses the side of his head by the skin of his teeth. But he regroups quickly, taking the first of those who had rushed forward out.

Did the Mages call for backup? he wonders as he picks up a nearby arrow to drive into a hilichurl archer’s front. It’s nothing new, but I’m sure I wiped the rest of them out…

Diluc slams his ignited weapon into the ground, sending a wave of fire down the last line of hilichurls in sight. Now, to figure out—

“Ika yaya!”

He nearly breaks his neck swiveling around to see a hilichurl that had somehow hidden itself within the bushes, a large rock in its hand, moving quicker than he can grab his weapon—

Thump.

Diluc steps back, staring at the arrow that had gone straight through the hilichurl’s head. It gives a groan before keeling over, and dissolving into the ground.

Revealing you crouched behind it, your bow in hand.

For a minute, neither of you speak. Diluc only watches as you straighten up and stuff your bow away, brushing the leaves sticking to you, most likely from the tree that he realizes you’d been watching from.

“That was easier than I thought,” you remark. He couldn’t decipher your tone—were you angry? Relieved?

“What was?” he decides to ask.

You fish around in your pockets for a piece of paper, which you hold up in front of him. “A special commission from Donna,” you say. “She apparently really wants to extend her gratitude to the Darknight Hero, who saved her one night.”

“Hmph.” Diluc puts his claymore away. “You should have known better than to take on an impossible commission.”

“The pay was really good, and Donna makes good Moon Pies. Plus, it’s cute to hear her fawn over you and the Darknight Hero.”

At your words, Diluc clicks his tongue and walks away, ignoring the hammering of his heart. Of course, you just had to trail after him.

“Of course, we received news of the Darknight Hero a long time ago,” you continue. “Nothing more than idle chatter, as you often say. But something urged me to take on this mission…for some reason, I knew I’d come up with answers.”

“Really? How did you know?”

“Just hunter’s intuition.”

Diluc only hums, trying to remain impassive while he figures a way out of the situation. It frustrates him to no end how often it slips his mind that you had once received an offer to join the Knights—and how much it makes sense, considering your intuition was practically second to none.

“The Abyss Mages were a threat, that much was true. But it was a perfect way to draw out all those dedicated to keeping Mondstadt safe. At least, to draw out the ones that mattered.

“I’ve heard the Darknight Hero operates under the cover of darkness, hence his name. He also moves swiftly, so there's a chance I might be too slow to catch him. So, I had to figure out a way to slow him down.”

You hold up one of your arrows. “Seems it worked.”

“Except for one important thing,” Diluc says. “I’m not the Darknight Hero.”

“I had my initial thoughts,” you continue, as if he hadn’t said anything at all. “But it’s been so long since I’ve seen you in combat, I also had to check. Donna says she saw a burst of light, like fire. There aren’t many Pyro Vision wielders that I know of.”

“Sounds like a very simple thought process.”

You shrug. “I considered Klee, to be honest.”

Diluc shakes his head and picks up the pace.

“Okay, chat time’s over.” You grab his arm, and he’s stunned long enough for you to pull him towards you. He’s close enough to you that he can breathe in your scent—had you been at Good Hunter today?

Why the hell am I thinking about that at this time?

“Diluc, this is serious,” you say.

“What’s serious is the lack of expertise amongst the Knights of Favonius..”

“So you are the Darknight Hero.”

“You forced me to listen to your line of thinking as to how you tracked him down, and yet you sound so surprised,” Diluc snorts.

“I didn’t think you’d admit to it that easily,” you confess.

“I know better than to lie to you.”

You open your mouth as if to argue, but you shake your head. “No, no, that aside…Diluc, this whole “Darknight Hero” business—”

“Stop calling me that.” He turns on his heel.

“It’s dangerous!” you shout, grabbing his sleeve again.

“Again,” he says, gritting his teeth. “It will be far more dangerous if we leave all threats to Mondstadt to the Knights.”

Diluc turns to you once more. “Well? Are you going to tell them?”

“I—” You stumble over your words. “I—why would I—”

“Oh, please,” Diluc sneers, coming up to you and looking you straight in the eye. “They’ve been pressed about the Darknight Hero for ages. Can’t handle the thought that someone else is doing their job for them. So go on, go. Tell them. Provide them with intel. I’m sure that’ll send Kaeya straight back into your arms.”

You recoil as if he’d struck you. “Diluc, that’s not fair.”

He doesn’t answer, only walks away, concentrating on regulating his breathing. He’d already said too much; if he’d stuck around for too long, he might really say something he might regret.

He hears you calling out to him, and he only picks up the pace. Already, he is making plans for you to vacate the winery. Surely the workers have finished patching up your house, and if he could just locate the damned invitation he’d gotten from an establishment in Fontaine, he could take some time away from Mondsta—

“Diluc Ragnvindr,” you fume as you dart in front of his vision, blocking his path. “You listen to me right now!”

Diluc’s jaw clenches. “Move,” he snaps.

“Or what, you’re going to leave me behind again?”

His heart briefly stutters.

He did not at all miss the way your voice cracked when you said it, which had otherwise betrayed the fierce expression you were wearing. He does not miss the way your eyes shimmer in the dark of the night, and he’s seized with the sudden fear that you might start crying right in front of him. He’s only ever seen you cry twice in his life—the first, at your father’s funeral. The second, when you and Kaeya had broken up.

Both times, his resolve to build a world that would never again make you cry had grown only stronger.

(In hindsight, he should have known exactly how this world works.)

Diluc sighs, rubbing his face in frustration before finally coming up to you, working up the courage to cradle your face in his palms. Thankfully, you don’t protest; in fact, you seem to melt into his touch.

Here you both were, under the night sky, impeccably close and still so far…where has he seen this sight before?

"Everything I do," he whispers. "Is to protect the city I grew up in. The city I love. The city that you and I call home."

"There are others for that," you protest quietly as you clutch his wrists. "You're not a one-man army, Diluc."

"I've always done things alone," he declares. "So you have to trust me when I tell you this: stay out of it."

You stare up at him, your brows furrowed as you try to make sense of his words. He counts five seconds, six, seven…before your expression finally changes.

"What was that about Kaeya?"

Now it's Diluc's turn to recoil, as if your skin had suddenly scorched his hands. "Forget about it."

"I won't," you persist. "And I won't let you put yourself in danger."

"When I tell you to stay out of it, it's for your own good," Diluc growls. "I couldn't bear it if—if because of the utter incompetence of these—"

"You underestimate the number of people who would do anything for Mondstadt, and in case you've forgotten, I'm one of them!" you shout.

"And if I lose you I won't have anything else!"

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head, and you instinctively take a step back at Diluc's sudden outburst. This was the most unhinged you've ever seen him: breathing heavily, hair disheveled, his eyes looking everywhere else except into your own.

Diluc barely spares you a glance before he takes off down the road.

Foolishly, he waits, but you don't come to stop him this time.

In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have expected you to.

You move back into your house as soon as the workers give the all clear. Diluc had taken all your thanks (which sounded to him as nothing more than pleasantries at this point) with his back to you in his study, and nothing more than a curt nod and muttered well-wishes.

He doesn't move from his seat, even as Adelinde comes by to inform him that all your belongings had been cleared from the room he'd given you. He hears the curiosity in her tone, and what he thinks is an inkling of sadness. But he doesn't indulge her, and she remains silent, as of course she should.

He doesn't move from his place for a very long time.

Wolvendom was normally quite troublesome, especially with the strange wolves that often traveled its borders.

But today seems to be different, what with the forest unusually quiet save for the typical howling that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Diluc decides to set up camp to see the area through the night, and if it would continue to be as peaceful as it was today, he decides he'll go back to the winery to catch up on work.

Just as he finishes setting up his tent, he hears the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops making a percussion out of the fabric. He pushes himself further into the cramped space, trying to keep himself as dry and as warm as possible.

Thoughts of you had consumed his every waking hour since he'd left you there on that dirt road, and in between the feeling of frustration over losing his composure so quickly and the mortification at knowing how close he had been to confessing to you, he couldn't help but wonder what you'd felt when you watched him walk away from you again.

He'd initially thought you'd left Mondstadt again. Gone back to Liyue, or took on any other project that would have taken you anywhere else. He'd feared the worst possible outcomes: that your encounter with him had driven you straight back into Kaeya's arms, as he had dared you to do. And though it makes him sick to the stomach to think it, he'd also considered the possibility that you'd tap into your surprising connections to the Fatui, and that you and the Eleventh Harbinger…

But Diluc's intel had suggested otherwise, and the news had him practically melting into his armchair in relief.

He wonders where you are now—at home, perhaps. Your home, not his. Maybe you're running some reconnaissance reports with the other Adventurers. Or perhaps you were in the library, engrossed in a book on the Seven.

A twig snaps just a few meters outside his tent, and Diluc tenses. He shifts into a crouch, ready to summon his weapon at the slightest movement.

"Diluc?"

His breath hitches. "[Y/N]?"

The front flap of his tent lifts up, and by all the gods, never in his life has he seen a face as glorious as yours, even in the pouring rain.

You shiver. "I knew y-you'd be here."

His body moves before he can think, and it isn't long before he has you in the tent with his coat over you, doing his best to start a fire as the rain outside picks up.

"Well?" he says, as soon as he'd gotten the fire going.

"W-what?"

"Are you going to talk my ear off about how you found me?"

You roll your eyes, but he senses no hostility from you. "I come from a f-family of hunters, you know."

Diluc raises an eyebrow.

You sigh. "I r-ran into Razor on the way home."

He only nods, and presses himself closer towards you—with the sole intention of trying to warm you up, of course.

You spend the next few minutes in silence, and despite what had happened just a few weeks prior, the air between you isn't as heavy as Diluc had worried it would be. He just feels the same comfortable silence that had fallen over the two of you all those months ago, eating breakfast in your house—the same silence that had given him the room to really think about what he feels for you.

You're the first to break it. "I'm sorry."

"...you don't have to be."

"But I am." You wrap his coat around your shoulders tightly. "I'm sorry I p-pushed you too far, and that I yelled at you. And I'm sorry that I couldn't understand. I also made a different story up f-for Donna."

Diluc only looks at you, and pushes the damp strands of hair away from your face. You take a couple of deep breaths, your body occasionally getting racked by shivers.

"Can I…can I ask a question?"

He only hums in reply.

"Well…I think you know what I'm about to ask."

Diluc sighs. He finds himself bold enough to lace his fingers through your hair, cradling the side of your head as if it was the most precious jewel he'd ever come across (and it could very well be the case).

But his voice seems to fail him, what with his heart pounding erratically against his ribcage and making breathing all the more difficult. He isn't sure he has the courage to risk years' worth of friendship with you, and he sure as hell knows he hasn't got the words to properly express how complicated all this was.

The answer suddenly comes to him, clearer than a beacon in the night sky: keep it simple.

"I love you," he says, and the weight of the world is lifted off his shoulders. "I have, ever since we were six. I loved you in all that time I spent away from Mondstadt. I loved you when you were Kaeya's, when you left for Liyue, even when you showed up with the Fatui."

He fiddles with the laces of his boots. "I wish things had been different," he continues. "That Father and I had never gone down that path that day. That Kaeya was never a part of a plan I couldn't save him from. That the Knights are indeed the heroes everyone believes they are to be. Above all, I wish I'd never left you waiting on the dance floor."

You gingerly reach for his hand, and lacing his fingers through yours, he finds the strength to carry on. "But we did go down that path. Kaeya is always going to be stuck between two worlds. The Knights are, well…you know. And I did leave you. I spend nights wondering what could have happened if I hadn't."

Diluc meets your eyes. "But I love you," he says. "I did then, and I do now. Always will."

Your features soften, and you reach out a trembling hand to lightly trace his cheek. For a moment, the sound of the rain is drowned out by the ringing in his ears; his senses shut down temporarily when you shift closer to him.

You were close, so close, too close. He could count each and every drop of water that had collected along the edges of your lashes, and the expression you were making was one that he had only seen in his dreams. Surely, soon, he would wake up, and the feeling of your breath fanning against his lips would only have been a manifestation of his deepest desires…

Was this okay? Was this really okay? Just months ago, you were on the verge of a breakdown, and while his intentions of taking care of you were completely pure, had he always secretly hoped that they would lead to this very moment?

Diluc swallows thickly, trying to control his breathing as he shifts to give you more access to him. You were no longer reacting to the cold now, and yet you occasionally tremble—could this mean—

Snap.

You withdraw sharply, and out of pure instinct, you both reach for your weapons. Diluc reassumes his ready stance, an arm protectively reaching across your figure.

“[Y/N].”

You relax as quickly as you had tensed up. “Razor?”

Sure enough, a mop of wild, unkempt grey hair comes into view. The boy-wolf that Lisa occasionally mentors regards you and him with mild curiosity, completely uncaring that he was soaked to the bone.

“Razor, hello,” you say weakly, your voice undoubtedly tinged with embarrassment. Diluc, for his part, wants nothing more than for the ground to snap him up right then and there.

“[Y/N]. Fischl, waiting.”

“Fischl is waiting for me?” You shrug Diluc’s coat off your shoulders.. “Did she say why?”

Razor scratches his head. “Uh…Fischl says many things. I don’t understand. But purple bird says to find you.”

“Right, right. Thank you, Razor.” You peer out from under the tent, surveying the sky above and the area outside before turning to Diluc. He’d be lying if he’d say he wasn’t disappointed at how quickly the moment dissolved, like a bubble drifting over a lake.

But even so, something changed. He could feel it, see it, even—if the look in your eyes meant anything, at least.

You bring your lip in between your teeth, sucking in a deep breath before letting it out in a breathy laugh. Diluc laughs as well, the connection he’s always felt with you seemingly humming like a tuning fork in delight.

“It’s, um…” You gesture lamely outside. “It isn’t raining as hard now, so…”

“Yes…yes, I see that.”

“I have to see what Fischl wants. Then I’ll go back to Mondstadt, I think.”

He gazes up at you. “May I escort you back?”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, before putting on a teasing smile. “Fischl can take a while, you know.”

“Precisely.”

You shake your head, your expression as soft as the breaking dawn. “My knight in shining armor.”

Diluc snorts. You laugh, holding your hand out to him, which he gladly takes.

Fischl’s parents had been gracious enough to offer dinner, which allows you and Diluc to walk back home with full bellies and high spirits.

You regale Diluc with stories of your adventures, of your time in Liyue, in particular, as you take the road leading to Springvale. In turn, Diluc finds himself slowly opening up about his missions as the so-called “Darknight Hero”, taking great pleasure at the way you complain about the levels of danger he constantly experiences.

The summer was nearly over, but the heat radiating from the dirt path was as potent as it was in the beginning of the season. But the heat radiating from your touch, which he feels as his hand occasionally grazes yours, is not at all scorching; your touch was warm, comforting. Your touch felt like home.

He dares to link one of his fingers around yours as you near your newly-renovated house, and you indulge him, up until you have to let go to unlock your front door.

“Today was fun,” you tell him.

“It was,” he agrees.

You watch with a fond smile as he reaches for the hand he’d held just seconds prior, pressing his lips on top of your palm. “Good night,” he whispers.

“Good night.”

He turns at the same time you do, and he takes a few steps away before stopping to listen to your front door close.

He counts three seconds. Four. Five.

Silence.

You glance over your shoulder, barely halfway through the doorway. Diluc stands with his back to you, unmoving. Seemingly…unwilling to go.

As if he’d read your mind, he steals a look at you over his shoulder.

You don’t need to say anything—you only crack your door a little wider.

Diluc stares at you for a good while, before shrugging his coat off and following you inside.

“You’re in a good mood, aren’t you, Master Diluc?”

Diluc’s eyes flicker up momentarily, before he returns his concentration to the drink he was making. “Whatever do you mean, Acting Grandmaster?”

“I haven’t seen you this…lively. In forever, it seems,” Jean remarks, stirring the cup of coffee in front of her. “Did the trip to the Golden Apple Archipelago improve your mood?”

“I jumped off a dragon, took an unexpected dip in the ocean, and supervised Klee as she bombed countless fish,” Diluc says flatly.

Jean laughs. “I suppose a lot happened.” She turns to face the other side of the tavern, and Diluc follows her gaze. There you were, groaning as Kaeya gleefully takes all the bets you’d placed on the table.

Diluc sighs. “That’s the fifth drink they’ve had tonight.”

“Might have a tough time bringing them home.”

He finishes up on the orders and spends the rest of the evening slowly getting ready to close up, while making sure to keep an eye on you. Surprisingly, Jean takes her sweet time finishing her coffee; must have been a slow day for the Knights, he thinks.

Seeing as she had more time on her hands than usual, he assumes it wouldn’t hurt to ask…

“Jean, would the Deaconess happen to be free anytime within the next few months?”

“I haven’t quite kept up with the Church’s schedule recently,” Jean answers, lifting the cup to her lips. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m planning to ask [Y/N] to marry me.”

Jean all but spits out her coffee.

Diluc hands her a napkin, trying to maintain his composure despite the burning in his ears and the stares he and the Acting Grandmaster were getting. He glances at you, and sure enough, you regard the sight with a curious look in your eyes; he dismisses you with a small shake of his head.

“My…my sincerest apologies,” Jean manages, her face bright red as she dabs at her mouth. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s fine,” Diluc assures her. “I suppose I should have been more…discreet.”

“Not at all, just…” Jean takes a quick look around the room, fidgeting in her seat as she does so. “Pardon my rudeness, but don’t you think it’s too soon?”

“It’s been a year.” Diluc hands Jean another cup of coffee, to replace the one she’d spilled. “I’ve also known them forever, and…well, it just seems like the next logical step.”

“I suppose so, but…what about Kaeya?”

He fights the urge to roll his eyes. “What about him?”

“You don’t suppose there could be any sort of conflict of interest?”

“Would there be one?” Diluc narrows his eyes. “Is there something I need to know?”

Jean holds her hands up. He sighs. “I have been…thinking of letting him know. But everything between them is history now.”

Jean seems to mull the idea over. “I suppose I could ask Barbara when she’s free.”

“Oooh, you two look like you’re sharing secrets,” you say, sidling up next to Jean. “Can I get in on it?”

“Have your savings run dry already?” Diluc asks.

“I managed to redeem myself in the end, thank you very much,” you assert before sticking your tongue out at him. “Jean, make sure a portion of Kaeya’s salary this month goes straight to me.”

Jean laughs nervously. “I’m sure you two can work something out.”

Diluc looks at you. “Ready to head home?”

“Mhmm.” You hold onto Jean like an anchor of sorts as you shoot Diluc a dopey grin. “Can we go for a ride again?”

“Last time that happened you threw up on the horse,” he replies, handing Charles the rag he’d been holding on to all evening. “Jean, do stay and enjoy yourself. The rest of your orders will be on the house.”

Jean blinks in surprise. Diluc manages to turn you away long enough to give her a knowing look. “I—thank you,” she manages. “Take care on your way home, Sir Diluc. [Y/N].”

“Bye, bye, Jean,” you sing. “Bye, Kaeya! Bye, everyone!”

The entire tavern seemed to bid you goodnight as Diluc ushers you out the door, holding you around your waist.

“It’s so hot,” you complain.

“Well, summer’s almost over, so just hang in there.”

“Don’t want it to end,�� you mumble. “I don’t like the cold.”

Diluc raises an eyebrow. “You just said it was so hot.”

You nod solemnly before pulling yourself out of his hold, only to loop your arms around his shoulders, waddling backwards as he continues his pace. “Will you carry me?”

“Absolutely not. You’ll thank me tomorrow morning if you sober up on the way home now.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and you suddenly dig your heels into the ground, forcing Diluc to a stop. He regards your small pout with amusement. “Yes?”

You say nothing, and for a minute he thinks you’re just going to keep pouting up a storm until he gives in. He’s about to, before your expression suddenly changes as you take his face into your hands.

He whispers your name in concern, but you only continue to run your fingers across his cheeks, occasionally tracing the slope of his Cupid’s bow. He presses his forehead against yours, paying no attention to the wine on your breath.

“Is everything alright?”

You give the most miniscule of nods. “It’s nothing. Just…nothing.”

You’d always been a good liar.

Among all the family heirlooms that had been passed down to Diluc, he believes his mother’s wedding ring is the most beautiful.

He remembers Crepus presenting it to him shortly after his mother passed. “This is yours now,” his father had said. “Someday, when you find the right one for you, you give them this. No other promise is as binding; no responsibility is greater than that of having someone’s heart in your possession.”

He had never felt the weight of his father’s words, not until he’s painfully aware of your presence just a couple of rooms away. You’d been called away for work so often recently, that he had only managed to lure you away with the promise of a candle-lit dinner “just because”. Though you’d looked at him warily at his choice of words, you’d agreed, to his immense relief.

Diluc had been sweating from the minute you’d walked into the courtyard, just barely concealing his anxiety as you take in the scene in front of you: a table set up as if for a banquet instead of a simple dinner for two, illuminated only by the candles in the middle and the nearby crystalflies floating around the vineyard.

He’d been so absorbed in his own head to notice that a troubled look had been on your face all evening, which you’d dismissed as your general worry over a concern you’d gotten at the Guild. He could only wonder what sort of problem you’d encountered at work that had you stressing over it, even when you were together. He tries to look back to the first time he’d noticed something was wrong, and only remembers you spending most of your recent time with him reading through a pamphlet you’d gotten from work—a pamphlet you’d never offered to let him read.

But Diluc takes your word for it, and the dinner progresses to its end with ease—well, with as much ease as his thrashing heartbeat would allow him to feel. He’d briefly considered putting his proposal off to a different date and whisking you away into the bedroom anyway, and at the height of the pressure he was feeling, he’d nearly caved.

But one smile was all it took from you; one smile, and a brief brush over the top of his hand. He’s been on the receiving side of your touch multiple times before, and even in much more lascivious situations. Immediately after, however, he’d excused himself, rushing off to grab his mother’s ring from his study.

And there he was, shivering despite the warmth radiating from the fireplace, the box in his hand about to make a permanent dent into his skin. He could stop here, really. Perhaps Jean was right, and it is too early…

But who else would he ever want by his side for the rest of his life? He could finally keep his promise to your father’s spirit, save you from the heartbreak that had brought about a tumultuous turn of events. He could see his father now, nodding in approval, telling him how he’d always known this day would come…

“[Y/N]?”

You jerk your head around at the sound of his voice, following it all the way up to the top of the stairs where he was currently standing. Diluc takes one look at you, the tension practically oozing off your figure, and he’s temporarily brought back to earth.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“I…” You clear your throat. “I don’t know how to answer that.”

“Tell me, please,” he says, coming down the stairs. “There’s nothing we can’t fix together.”

You seem to be in even more of a dilemma than he was, and he wonders just what could be more serious than him about to ask you for your hand in marriage. It couldn’t be that serious, he thinks. The Guild’s never in real danger, and there’s never been an issue you’d never been able to resolve…

He watches as you finally make your move, fishing around in your pockets and finally pulling out a hastily folded piece of paper. When you hand it to him, he realizes it’s a pamphlet—the same pamphlet that you’d been so conflicted over these past few days.

He only needs to read the first line to understand what was happening.

“The Guild has proposed permanently stationing me in Liyue to prepare for a higher position in the Intelligence Department,” you say, your voice now starting to ring in his ears. “I’m quite familiar with the region now, and the pay is much better, so there’s really no reason for me to turn it down.”

Diluc, for the first time in a long time, finds himself speechless. Mouth dry, thoughts racing, heart about to implode. You seem to notice his predicament, and you come over to run your hands over his chest, as if to smooth over the crater that had formed at your words.

“When were you going to tell me?”

You look up at him guiltily. “I tried to,” you reply. “But your head’s been in the clouds lately. When I saw the dinner you’d put up outside, I…well, I panicked a little.”

“Panicked…why?” The ring in his pocket seems to weigh him down like an anchor.

“I—well, I thought you’d figured me out.” You wring your hand helplessly. “When you said you wanted to have dinner, I thought it was to celebrate this. Even though I hadn’t told you yet. Even though…I’m leaving.”

Permanently, he finishes for you, as he wordlessly hands you the pamphlet back. Time, which had always seemed to slow down for him and you, seemed to kick back into the speed that it had always been associated with—uncaring, unmerciful, trampling over plans and visions that even he thought set in stone. All he can feel is the whiplash from the sudden shift in atmosphere, all he can hear are his father’s words echoing in his head, and all he can think about is how Jean and Kaeya and Fischl and all the people you both cared about are waiting in the tavern, expecting the best of news—

“Well,” he manages, reaching over to cup your face in his palm. “I suppose some congratulations are in order.”

You finally break into a smile, the most genuine one he’s seen on you all evening, and his battered heart stutters pitifully in his chest. Despite the chaos in his head, one thought makes itself known to him: that adventuring has all you’ve ever dreamt of doing, and any advance in your career means more opportunities to explore the world.

“I couldn’t have gotten here without you,” you whisper. “If you hadn’t gotten me out of that slump I was in…if you hadn’t taken me out on that ride that day, or if you hadn’t taken me in until I felt better…”

You shake your head, a short laugh escaping your lips. “Who knows? I probably would have been stuck here forever.”

He remains silent as you lean over to press your lips against his cheek, and the action feels more familial than anything else. It was absurd of him to think so, considering you’ve both done so much more, and surely at one point you’d have felt the same way he did…

…to be fair, he never really got to ask.

In hindsight, you’d never really said anything.

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Four Brothers and a Wedding (?)

image is from Pinterest, sorry I had to crop Taeil out. 😭

inspired by the Filipino movie ‘Four Sisters and a Wedding’ and for @hiraya-m​ network event, Movie night. 

characters: younger sister! female! office worker! fiancée! Y/N, fiancé! CEO! Yuta Nakamoto, older brother! CEO! Johnny Seo, older brother! doctor! Kim Doyoung, older brother! news anchor! Jung Jaehyun, older brother! mechanical engineer! Kim Jungwoo, idol! ex-boyfriend Lee Taeyong, OC! Risa, OC! Yuri, Mom  word count: 14k words genre: fluff, angst, domestic au, platonic love, 3rd person POV, an attempt on humor summary: The youngest and the only sister in the family is getting married. The brothers, as protective as they are, had to stop this crazy wedding to happen. warnings: a lot of crying, protective brothers, Jaehyun being a playboy, mentions of death, family drama, octopus, kidnapping

a/n: Posting this a day early because I have work early tomorrow and I don’t know how queuing works. 😭 Also, please don’t expect too much. I kinda hate the ending of this. Feedbacks are highly welcomed. Please enjoy reading. 😁

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I. Sister

"Y/N is getting married?" Johnny shouted on the phone, making his co-workers look at him in question. "What do you mean our youngest sister is getting married?" He asked quietly then mouthed an apology to his co-workers inside the conference room. 

Doyoung sighed, "Did she and Taeyong get back together?" 

"I sincerely hope it was Taeyong." Jaehyun claimed while chuckling nervously, "The new guy isn't even as handsome as Lee Taeyong. He looks like an octopus." He continued while doodling on the cue sheet.   

Johnny dismissed the meeting, asking everyone to leave the room then sat on his chair slumping. "What do you mean new guy? When did she start dating a new guy?" 

"Didn't you read the email I sent you, hyung?" Jungwoo asked with a roll of eyes. "It was six months ago when she transferred to a different company and started dating the company CEO," he explained then transferred the phone to the other ear as he pulled the yellow plug and replaced it with a red plug which earned a sound. Jungwoo pulled the plug quickly as Jaehyun complained that it was too loud. "Yuta isn't bad. Mom actually likes him." 

"Mom likes everyone." the second brother whispered, bowing at the nurses who passed by him in the hallway. 

"You've met him?" the eldest asked. Both Jaehyun and Jungwoo hummed as an answer. "Six months? Why are they rushing? Is she pregnant?" 

"I don't think our sister is like that," Doyoung reasoned out. "But why exactly are they rushing?" 

"She says it's true love," Jungwoo explained and Jaehyun made a gagging sound on the other line. "Anyway, mom wants you home." 

The third brother hissed. "Even me? But Y/N's wedding is still three months from now."

"Yes hyung." Jungwoo said quietly, "It's mom's 70th birthday, she wanted to have a grand party. And I think she wants us to stay until Y/N's wedding." 

Doyoung sighed, "I can't assure you that I'll come home but I'll try." Johnny seconded the motion that made Jungwoo hiss. 

"Hyungs, please just do this for mom and Y/N." 

—---

The second brother is the one easily swayed by what the youngest brother pleaded. So even if he had all the responsibilities in the hospital in Morocco, he took a four-month leave to be with his family. Doyoung kept on repeating that it was worth it since he hasn’t been home since he went to the foreign country seven years ago. He missed his mom, missed his only sister, and even his brothers. 

A lot has changed. The airport isn’t the same as when he left and the air was a little stuffy. Even Jungwoo and Jaehyun changed a lot. How did his youngest brother become taller than the two older than him? What didn’t change is his cheerful aura and Jaehyun’s cold look. “Did you have a nice flight hyung?” Jungwoo asked and Doyoung nodded. 

“Does mom know I’m coming home?” Jaehyun was the one who shook his head. “How about Y/N?” 

The third brother took his luggage, “She’s busy with her boyfriend.” Then shook his head, “Her fiancé, rather.” 

Doyoung sighed. “Are you sure Y/N isn’t pregnant?” 

Surprisingly, their house didn’t change. It’s still the same as before. His mom also didn’t change although she looks thinner since the last time he saw her. The older even cried when she saw Doyoung, making Jaehyun complain that she wasn’t like that when he came home. “Because you just live a city away, hyung.” Jungwoo claimed while helping him carry Doyoung’s luggage inside the house. 

If there is something that entirely changed, that would be Y/N. Doyoung was surprised when the teenager who cried a lot when he left looked so grown up in her blazer and pencil skirt. She ran to his arms, repeatedly asking if it really is him. That didn’t change, though. She’s still the sweet, youngest sister. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you’re coming?” She asked with a wide smile on his face. 

“Surprise?” he said with his gummy smile and she giggled, whispering that she missed him so much. “And a little birdie told me that you are getting married.” The younger girl stared at him with a nervous look, “We’ll talk about it when hyung gets home.”  

“Johnny oppa is also coming home?” Even their mom looked surprised. It was Jungwoo who nodded, sharing that Johnny is on his connecting flight heading home. 

Unlike Doyoung’s homecoming, Johnny’s includes everyone in the family. Jungwoo was still surprised at how they all fit the family minivan that they bought a year ago. It was comical how their mom kept on clinging to their oldest brother when it’s only been three years since they last saw Johnny. The eldest kept on holding Y/N’s shoulder like the usual protective brother he is. 

And now that the four of them are home, surely the talk about Y/N’s marriage will happen. 

It was dinnertime. Their mom asked a lot of things about the two elders’ work abroad while the three younger just remained quiet. “I can’t believe the five of you are complete like this.” Their mom said emotionally, “I can die right now.” 

“Mom, if you die now the money spent on your party will go to waste,” Jaehyun claimed which made the youngest of the family giggle. "Do you know how much your gown costs?" 

Their mom hissed at the middle child before the youngest spoke up, “And you still have to walk me to the altar, mom.” 

“So it is true that you are getting married?” Johnny asked in his booming voice. The youngest just nodded, not even fazed at the older’s tone. “Why are you rushing to get married, Y/N?” 

“Are you pregnant?” The girl had to pointedly look at her second oldest brother, “I’m not.” she claimed before turning to Johnny. “And I love him so why can’t we get married?” 

“Princess, it’s only been six months since you started dating the guy,” Jaehyun claimed and Jungwoo nodded. The girl had to glare at him for the nickname and was about to speak up when Doyoung calmly asked, “You dated Taeyong for years and even broke up with him. Why is this guy any different?” Y/N hissed, blowing air in obvious frustration.   

Johnny nodded before speaking up, “And he’s not even as handsome as Taeyong.” Y/N stared at him, offended, but the older only gestured at Jaehyun saying that it was him who said those words. “Why do you want to marry him, Y/N?” 

“Can we just let Y/N with her decision?” their mom said which made the five look at her. “Why are you so against of your sister’s marriage?” 

The oldest had to sigh heavily, “Mom, isn’t it weird that the youngest of the five of us and the only daughter gets married first?” 

“Your sister is in a relationship. Who among the four of you is dating someone?” Jungwoo had to look at Jaehyun with a light snicker. “She’s a grown-up, she can make her own decisions now. If Y/N wanted to marry her boyfriend, we should let her.” 

“Even if it means seeing her get hurt?” Doyoung asked which made the two younger guys look at him. 

“That is part of the process.” She exclaimed, “We cannot keep your sister in our care forever.” Jungwoo nodded. Maybe because he always sees her but he knew how much his sister had changed. His mom’s words made sense. She’s not the same teenage girl they used to worry a lot about. “And I think you should fix this and talk to her.” The oldest gestured to the end of the table where their sister was sitting earlier. When did she get up? They were just talking about her. 

Their mom was right, no one could fix this but the four of them.

The only daughter was seated on the bench, facing their mother’s mini garden, with a pissed-off look on her face. Jungwoo handed her a small plate of the chocolate cake she loves while Jaehyun sat beside her. “I’m sorry, princess.” Johnny started, “We are just worried that you might get hurt.” 

She put down the plate between her and Jaehyun. “I know,” she started with a heavy sigh. “But oppa, I’m not a kid anymore.” 

“That doesn’t mean we cannot protect you. Kid or not, you’re still our younger sister.” Doyoung claimed, hands crossed against his chest while leaning on the lamppost nearby that illuminates the small light on them. “We prayed hard for you, we can’t just let you be hurt.” 

“Why would you think that I would get hurt?” She pointedly looked at the four older guys surrounding her. “Yuta is a nice guy. He respects my boundaries…” She turned to the second brother, “So no, Doyoung oppa, I’m not pregnant.” She then looked at Johnny, “He makes me laugh and he comforts me a lot.” Then shook her head before picking up her plate of cake, “He even included me in his future dreams.” she mentioned quietly before taking a forkful of cake. 

Doyoung was about to say something when Jungwoo shook his head at the older, “Jungwoo oppa, you met him right? Can you just tell them that Yuta is a nice person?” 

“Jaehyun also met him.” The youngest of the boys said, pointing at the guy seated beside her. But Y/N only glared at her third brother. “I know he’s not as handsome as Taeyong but do you remember that Yong chose to be an idol over me?” Y/N said as a matter of fact then took another bite of her cake. “Why would I settle for a handsome guy who would hurt me in the end?” 

“Exactly. Why date a not-so-handsome guy who will hurt you in the end?” The eldest whispered. 

Y/N put down her plate once again, “Why are you so sure that Yuta would hurt me?” 

“Because all guys are like that.” It was Jaehyun’s turn to speak. 

“Are the four of you like that?” The youngest asked while staring pointedly at the four. She gave a sigh knowing that she wouldn’t get an answer then stood up. “I’ll invite Yuta to mom’s party. Can you just please get to know him first?”

Doyoung stepped forward, “What if we don’t like him?”

“Then I’ll do everything to convince you to like him.” Once again, she looked at the four guys who remained quiet. “Are we good with that?” They all nodded in answer. “I appreciate your concern oppas. But please, give Yuta a chance.” 

The four only nodded with a heavy sigh as she started hugging them one by one, thanking them. When she excused herself to go inside, the four only watched her retreating figure heading inside the house. “So I think that was it. She’s still getting married whether we like it or not.” Jungwoo claimed. 

Doyoung sat beside Jaehyun on the bench with a heavy groan. “No.” The three looked at him in surprise. “I still think there’s something wrong with that guy. Why ask a girl for marriage if you only dated for six months?” Johnny nodded, he has a point. But what do you expect from the smartest person in the family? “We might not cancel the wedding but we can postpone it.”

“Postpone? How?” The guy beside him asked and Doyoung smirked, “By showing Y/N what she will lose if she marries that guy.” 

"Her virginity?" Jaehyun asked, which made the closer brother reach for his neck to choke him. 

II. Plan # 1

Their mom’s birthday is the largest party that their family hosted. Having five children, all working individuals, had been an instrument in making it possible. Y/N is the main person in charge of almost everything, Jungwoo on catering, Jaehyun on technical, Doyoung agreed to be the host of the party, while Johnny helped by being the main source of funding. 

Doyoung saw his sister waiting in the lobby of the hotel just as a black Rolls Royce was parked in front of the hotel. The girl was smiling widely, greeting the person who casually entered the hotel holding a gift bag. Is that Yuta? Well, he’s not that bad. If possible, he kind of looks like Taeyong. The guy smiled at Y/N and then gave her a quick kiss on the lips which made the older brother cough to attract their attention. 

“Oppa,” Y/N called, turning to him. “This is Yuta Nakamoto.” She introduced. Oh, he’s Japanese. She missed that detail when she shared about him, the youngest brother didn’t even supply that information. Doesn’t Jungwoo know? “This is my second brother, Doyoung.” 

The other guy lent a hand to shake which Doyoung took. “It was nice to meet you. Y/N had shared so much about you.” He wanted to say the same thing but he couldn't. He doesn't even know anything about the guy. Just the fact that he's marrying his sister. 

The older brother just stared at his sister with a knowing glare on his face and she grinned playfully, “Why are you outside? Are you waiting for someone?” Funny, she would ask that. 

The older nodded, smiling widely back at her. A red Ferrari parked in front of the hotel, “He’s here.” Doyoung saw how his sister’s expression changed when Lee Taeyong went out of the car and greeted him. “Long time no see, Yong.” It was awkward when he greeted Y/N and she didn’t take a second to introduce her fiancé who claimed to be a huge fan of the idol. 

It was awkward in the elevator. Y/N is still holding Yuta’s arm talking about the diamond earring he got for their mom. “I told you not to buy her anything,” But the guy shook his head, saying that he’ll feel bad coming to the party without bringing anything. “Besides, I want to show my gratitude for the woman who brought you to this world." Doyoung watched as the Japanese guy held his sister's cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. "You’re the best thing that happened to me, Y/N.” 

Doyoung mentally puked. She fell for these words? There’s clearly something wrong that happened to his sister during the years he’s not around. 

All throughout the party, Y/N didn’t leave Yuta’s side. She introduced her to their relatives who gushed at how thoughtful he was for giving the birthday celebrant a diamond earring which their mom kept on boasting the whole night. A brownie point for Yuta which annoyed Doyoung. 

“I was looking forward to your plan thinking that you’re the smart one,” Jaehyun started, drinking his wine. “Hyung you’re not the brightest, aren’t you?” The older glared. 

Johnny nodded, gesturing for Taeyong who was just talking to some of the younger cousins who were a fan of him. “When you said showing Y/N what she will lose, I didn’t expect Taeyong. Have you forgotten that he was the reason why Y/N and Yuta met?” 

The youngest of the four sighed, “Can’t we just accept Yuta? He’s not that bad, to be honest.” He gestured at their sister and her fiancé talking by the bar. The happiness on the young girl’s face can be seen as she kept on laughing along with Yuta. “And she looks really happy with him.”   

“No, my plan isn’t over yet.” Doyoung claimed as he made his way to Taeyong, leaving the three shaking their heads. They were just surprised when he made his way to the couple. They watched as he talked to Yuta and then led the path to where the buffet was. Once alone, Taeyong walked to where Y/N is which made Johnny shake his head, “God, Doyoung is stupid.” 

Jungwoo immediately came to where Yuta and Doyoung were. “Hey!” he greeted casually and Yuta gave him a wide smile, “The seafood chowder is good, isn’t it?” 

The Japanese guy nodded, “Y/N loves the chowder." And Doyoung interjected that it was her favorite food, the reason why that meal was on the menu. “She does love to cook seafood chowder a lot.” Jungwoo looked offended. She had never cooked for them before. 

Yuta had to turn his head to where his fiancée was, lightly glancing, then smiled to himself when he took some shrimps. “Thank you for taking me away for a while, Doyoung. She doesn’t want me to leave her side.” Doyoung glanced at the surprised Jungwoo. “But it’s better for them to have closure.” He claimed while peeling the jumbo shrimps.    

“You knew?” The oldest of the two brothers asked and Yuta smiled, nodding. “She was crying on the rooftop of the office while watching Taeyong’s music video once. I thought she’s a fan but she shared that they used to be together.” Yuta had a fond smile on his face as if relieving that memory. “That was the moment I was sure that I’ll always choose Y/N over anything else.” 

Yuta wasn’t so bad. That simple sentence made Doyoung believe that he really loves his sister. The sincerity in his words and the way he said her name made him second guess the guy. And Yuta peeled the shrimps for her, aware that it was one of the things his sister hated. Maybe the youngest is right, they are in love.  

There's no point in stopping their wedding now. 

“We need to stop the wedding!” Jaehyun announced when he came home in the afternoon, which made Doyoung whip his head at the younger guy. “Yuta has a skeleton in his closet.” 

A skeleton? He's a murderer? 

III. Plan # 2

Jaehyun was in his usual coffee run after delivering the morning news for a local channel. Being an in-demand news anchor is a tiring job. He hated to get up in the morning, especially if he stayed the night in their house, but he had to. Luckily, there isn’t a lot going on at home, and he stayed in his penthouse in the city's heart. It’s also his chance to get his favorite coffee before hitting the gym. 

The cashier was all smiles at him as he flashed his dimpled smile, leaning closer to whisper his order which made the other girl giggle while writing his requests. “I’ll go make your order, Jae.” 

“Don’t forget to write your number on the cup, sweet cheeks.” He said with a wink that earned a giggle from the girl. He checked his phone, surprised that there was a call from a well-known supermodel. Jaehyun smirked, when can she realize that he's not going to pick up after they spend one night together? Is she that desperate? 

A sudden ring of the coffee shop door caught his attention. He watched a gorgeous-looking woman coming in with a young child beside her then shook his head. Too bad. She's hot but she looks like she’s already married. Maybe he’ll just continue flirting with the barista. 

There was another ring of the door then a child's voice shouting ‘Daddy!’ that he didn’t bother. He only heard their conversations while staring at the different syrups on the counter. “Thank you for doing this, Yuta.” He stopped, ears perking up at the name. Did he hear it correctly? Yuta? The same name as his sister's fiancé? 

Hastily, he turned around to the source of the voice to see the person he met twice already. Yuta Nakamoto. Indeed, his sister’s fiancé. That octopus. Seated in front of the gorgeous woman and carrying the younger girl in his lap. Jaehyun took his phone out and snapped a photo just as he heard the kid call the man ‘daddy’. He’s married? A wife and a daughter. Does his sister know? 

“Iced Americano for…” He hushed the barista and told her that he’ll call her before briskly going out of the coffee shop and into his car. He made a second look at the man seen from outside the shop. 

Doyoung was right. There’s something weird about this Yuta Nakamoto. 

“Are you sure, hyung?” Jungwoo asked, looking at the picture from his phone once again. “Shouldn’t we inform Y/N first?” 

“Then what? Let that guy fool our sister again?” Jaehyun asked, fist clenched in anger. “We have to make sure that Y/N is the one who will catch that octopus in the act.” 

Doyoung crossed his arms, leaning on his chair. “How are we going to do that? Remember that she hasn’t spoken to us ever since mom’s party.”

“It’s not our fault,” Johnny whispered casually, typing on his laptop. “It was you who invited her ex-boyfriend.”

The second brother rolled his eyes, hissing at that. “But hyungs, if Yuta is really married this is a different issue.” The youngest claimed and they nodded, “Maybe we should just tell Y/N directly.” 

“Tell me what?” The girl asked, removing her shoes and putting down her bag in the hallways of their house. “What’s with the meeting?” Jaehyun was quick to take his phone, hiding it in his pocket. "What are the four of you doing?" She asked while coming to the dining area where they were, taking some chips that were placed on the table.

"Charades!" Jaehyun claimed then stood up flailing his arms in a wave-like motion. "Guess what I am." 

The girl laughed, "A squid?" He shook his head. "An octopus?" Jaehyun laughed while shaking his head. She looked confused, "What's that?" 

"Yuta." The three said in unison and Jaehyun laughed. Y/N only stared curiously and it was Doyoung who answered, "Because he kept coming back to that takoyaki dish during mom's birthday." Even Jungwoo nodded at that, hiding a smile.

"You should do that as a theme," Jaehyun suggested. "The theme, under the sea!" Jungwoo exclaimed with a lot of animation in his voice. She looked at them curiously before Johnny spoke up, "Because you both love seafood and there are lots of fishes in the ocean, Y/N." 

She shook her head, sighing. "Do you still not like him?" She stood up between Jungwoo and Doyoung's chairs. “Oppas, you already met him. How can I convince you to like him?” The oldest just sighed and she pointedly looked at Doyoung, “So please don’t pull some plan to break us up. I love him.”   

The four just gave a knowing look at each other before she reached out for the coffee cup on the table. “Jaehyun oppa, another number? You should stop collecting numbers that you wouldn’t even call.” She claimed then put down the coffee cup, “You should date for real. A lot of girls would swoon at the sight of you.” 

Like a lightbulb moment, Jaehyun smiled. “Then will you help me if I ask someone out for a date?” He claimed and the youngest nodded, suggesting to have a double date with Yuta if it pushes through. “Of course. I would very much like that.” 

Her mood got brighter and excused herself to get dressed from her work clothes. Jaehyun took out his phone then slipped it to the youngest brother, “You’re good at computers. Find out who the girl is.” 

Jungwoo shook his head. He is a mechanical engineer, not an FBI agent. 

—-----

Johnny always thought that his younger brothers were crazy. In the family, Doyoung is the smartest one, then Y/N. Maybe he’s next. But he didn’t expect Jungwoo to be a genius in all the technology stuff. Although his course doesn’t specifically deal with computers, he still managed to get the name of the girl in the picture. It was also surprising that he found out where she lives and where she goes to work. Maybe Jungwoo is the family's hidden genius. 

While Jaehyun ranked last in the brain category, he topped the category when it comes to looks among the brothers. He’s always the prince in the school play, the school heartthrob that girls would fawn over. When he decided to take up broadcasting in college, their mom didn't even argue. They knew he'll eventually take that path, becoming a celebrity and appearing on television. So the oldest wasn’t surprised when his plan included seducing the girl with his looks. 

What he's worried about is the fact that she's supposedly married. Isn't Jaehyun doing something illegal? But then if they proved that Yuta is indeed married, his sin is a bigger crime. So maybe this is alright. For the sake of their sister. 

In a pretense to research for his upcoming news assignment, Jaehyun went to the one place that he loathed his whole life. But this is all for his sister. They found out that Yuta’s wife was working in a library so with all his charm and dimpled smile, he planned to work his way to get a date with the assistant librarian. A typical bump into her and help her with the fallen books. And when he saw her gasp, after smiling at her with that charming dimpled smile of his, he knew this is an easy task. 

Doyoung only shook his head while watching his younger brother kneeling in front of the girl in the picture he showed them. Apparently, this is Yuta’s wife. His skeleton in the closet. They conversed a little after helping her with the books before he asked for the girl’s phone and typed something on it. “Wow,” Jungwoo whispered, “He gave his number, not the other way around.” Well, Doyoung had to admit that Jaehyun knew his game. 

They weren’t sure how Jaehyun's plans would expose the cheater that is Yuta Nakamoto but the three have no other choice but to trust the news anchor’s plan. 

Unlike the three who were home during nighttime, Jaehyun kept on staying in his apartment most of the time. The brothers weren’t sure about the progress of Jaehyun’s plan until one weekend when Y/N asked permission to go on a date with Yuta. “They were highschool sweethearts and she got pregnant in college with her boyfriend.” Jaehyun shared, seated in the dining area opposite their eldest brother.

“Which is Yuta right?” Johnny asked. “Then they’re not married?” Jaehyun shook his head. Doyoung sighed, “Then there’s nothing that we can do.”

Jaehyun smiled, “Married or not, he’s still a father. Do you think our sister would like to be a stepmother all of a sudden?” That makes sense, Johnny thought. “I still want to expose his cheating octopus ass to Y/N.” 

“Wouldn’t that hurt Y/N?” Jungwoo asked then looked up to see the three looking at him. “Shouldn’t we just let her know the truth and let her deal with it herself?” 

“We’re her brothers. It’s our job to protect her so we cannot let her deal with this herself.” Johnny claimed that made the third brother nod enthusiastically. “So Jaehyun, do what you intend to do. Just let us know if you need our help.” 

The mentioned guy smiled, “I do need your help.” Jungwoo breathed hard, staring at the three. This will just end with bad news. 

—-----

It was new that Jaehyun is the one who asked their mom to eat out and he even chose an expensive restaurant in the heart of the city. He specifically said that everyone should be there since he is introducing his current girlfriend. Everyone, even his sister's fiancé. 

"He really planned for them to meet like this?" Jungwoo asked, whispering to Doyoung. Their mom was in front, holding Johnny's arm. "In front of mom?" The second brother lightly glanced at the couple behind them, talking to themselves. "But Johnny said to trust Jaehyun this time." The doctor claimed with a shrug. 

Jungwoo shook his head with a sigh. He was right, this will only result in bad news. The third brother greeted them and offered the six people their seats. "Why are there two seats left?" Y/N asked as Yuta helped with her chair. 

"My girlfriend and her daughter." Their mom looked surprised and commented on how mature it is for Jaehyun to date a single mom. Jungwoo saw how his sister lightly glanced at Yuta, the other tapping her hand above the table. It was an ominous feeling. This will surely end in bad news. 

They engaged in small talks, their mom thanking Yuta for coming even if it was a sudden notice and he gracefully answered that he was thankful to be invited to a family dinner with them. Jaehyun visibly scoffed, which made Johnny kick him from under the table. 

"Oh, she's here," Jaehyun said then waved at someone. Jungwoo had to glance at Y/N and Yuta who both turned around to look at the girl approaching. The silence was broken when the younger girl in pigtails shouted, "Daddy, you're also here!" 

So this is how it will all turn out? 

"Y/N mommy, you also." The younger girl claimed that made the guys on the table wide-eyed. The kid knew their sister? And Y/N mommy? 

"You know each other?" Doyoung asked and the three other guys had to look at him. 

Their mom broke the silence by asking what was going on. "This is Yuri, Yuta's daughter with Risa." Y/N introduced then glared at Jaehyun, "I didn't know Yuta's ex-girlfriend is your current girlfriend." The way she said those words were too cold. So cold that it made Jungwoo shiver. "What a small world, oppa." 

She is mad. 

Maybe Jungwoo knew her so much that he just remained quiet the whole dinner. Their mom had always been graceful while talking to Risa, Yuta, and even the enthusiastic Yuri. When it was time to go, Yuta volunteered to drive his ex-girlfriend home and Y/N just nodded without a word. 

The moment their family arrived at their house, with a super awkward car ride home, their mom excused herself to go to bed first. Jungwoo thought it was already done but Y/N had to send him a message saying that they should meet in the dining room. 

It was a nostalgic experience. Doyoung still remembers how the five of them usually had these meetings when they were young. Whenever they were planning a father's day gift for their late dad or creating a mother's day card for their mom. The last time they did this was when Doyoung shared that he's moving abroad for his job. 

He clearly remembered how Y/N was crying at that time. The same girl that has her arms crossed across her chest and glaring at the four of them. "The four of you planned this, didn't you?" It was an accusation they cannot refute. They did. But they never expected these results. "Why? To embarrass Yuta in front of mom?" 

Johnny gave a heavy sigh, "A guy with a child? Seriously, Y/N?" 

"Since when did you find out about his daughter?" The second brother asked. 

"From the start," she claimed with a smile. "I think it was the reason why I fell for him." Jaehyun groaned in annoyance and she glared. "You have no idea about anything so please just stop." 

Jungwoo leaned on his chair, "Is there anything that we should know about Yuta?" Y/N rolled her eyes at the older, obviously pissed off at this point. "Y/N, you're marrying him. He's going to be our younger brother. I think we should start knowing things about him." Jaehyun had to nod. 

Y/N breathed heavily, "He can handle alcohol well. He never smokes." She started narrating then smiled naughtily. "He has piercings in his ears and a piercing in his navel. Also, a tattoo on his waist and hip." 

"Wait, how did you know that?" Jaehyun asked and she only smiled knowingly. "Yah! Y/N!" 

She frowned, putting her hands together above the table. "And Yuri isn't his daughter." A gasp can be heard but she isn't sure where it came from. "Risa isn't her mother either. Yuri was Risa's younger sister." She confessed quietly. "Yuta and Risa were high school sweethearts. Her mom remarried when they were together and had Yuri. When they broke up, her parents died in a car crash and she asked for help from Yuta." A sigh escaped her lips, "Yuri just grew up thinking Risa is her mom and Yuta is her dad." 

The girl stared at her news anchor brother, "So I hope you're serious about Risa. She doesn't deserve to get hurt again." Then stared at the other three. "And I hope you can stop all these plans to stop our marriage because whatever happens, I will marry Yuta." 

She stood up, her chair dragging a loud sound. "It was a nice talk. Goodnight oppas." But before she could leave the dining room, she stopped and turned to them. "He's also not your younger brother, Jungwoo oppa. He's the same age as Johnny oppa." Doyoung looked shocked. 

They watched her back walking up the stairs. Collective sighs and shaking of head can be heard and seen. Well, there's nothing they can do now. 

Their younger sister is getting married. Whether they like it or not. 

IV. Plan success? 

"Yuri behave yourself and don't cause Y/N trouble, hmm?" The younger girl nodded enthusiastically. "Daddy will be back real quick." 

He stood up, dusting his jeans in the process. "I'm sorry if this is a huge trouble," Yuta started but Y/N shook her head smiling at the younger girl holding her teddy elephant. "When I get back, we'll focus on planning our wedding." 

The girl had to grin. "Don't worry too much, Yuta. Just focus on what you have to do right now. Good luck on your business deal." He pulled her closer for a hug, brushing her hair with his fingers. "I'm going to miss you," he whispered and she giggled, claiming that he'll only be gone for a week. 

It was an inevitable business trip. A client he had been chasing for years because of the generous offer in the tech world. It was his chance since he just found out that he was in Japan. A great chance to talk him into investing in his own business. Yuta isn't new to Japan but he's nervous about meeting the chief executive. With all the effort he can muster, he took the chance to present their latest product to the huge company. His make or break. This will determine the future of his company. His future with Y/N. 

The first time Yuta saw her, he knew he wanted to spend the remaining days of his life with her. It was weird how he felt that. Maybe that was what they meant when they said about koi no yokan. She was his solace, the person he could come to when everything gets tough for him. The main reason why even if it’s already late at night in his place, he was still on the phone with her. “It’s Jungwoo oppa’s day off tomorrow so we might bring Yuri to the mall.” Yuta was just smiling while she shared things about Yuri’s antics at their home and how her mom loves the younger girl. 

It was one of the things he found admirable about her. When she first met Yuri, a month after being officially together, they instantly clicked. She didn't even ask for details about Yuri, it just naturally flowed and he was thankful that she understood their little set-up. She even helped the little girl grow closer to him. It was the deciding factor. The moment he knew that he'd risk everything for Y/N.

A beep can be heard from his phone and he excused to check who it was, surprised that it was the assistant of the businessman he just presented to. "I'll call you back. Hopefully, this is good news," he said giddily. She smiled while muttering good luck and that she'll wait for his call. "When the proposal gets accepted, let's get married when I get home." 

Y/N giggled on the phone, "I hope you get the deal, love." 

Excitedly, he took the call but the serious male voice only shared that their company cannot accept the deal from Yuta's company since they already had a supplier. He tried to negotiate through it. He had waited long for this opportunity, he cannot give up yet. But the other just said that the company from Chicago has a better presentation than him. 

Yuta was devastated when he hung up the call. This is his chance. He cannot come back from a failed mission. Using his laptop, he searched for the rival Chicago company which boasts an international roster of clients. It is a huge company, no doubt. But what startled him is a familiar face among the executives. Y/N's eldest brother, Johnny. 

On his way back, he kept on thinking that it was a coincidence. They may be after the same client but this is too obvious to be a coincidence. He was fully aware of how her brothers don't like him, all their judging looks, and their plans to embarrass him. Yuta understood it. If Risa were to marry a guy she just met for six months, he'll react the same way. But he wanted to prove that he can be there for Y/N always, that he loves their sister. 

Yet they never listened to him. 

And now, he just felt insecure and incompetent compared to her successful brothers. Will they even like him? Probably not, never. And he'll remain inferior to them. How can he even give the bright future to Y/N when he cannot even secure a business deal? That her brother's company is better than his. How can he even show them that he loves their sister when they clearly favor her ex-boyfriend? How can he even prove his love when they're after all his every move and just waiting for him to slip up?

Maybe her brothers are right, Y/N is a far-flung dream. A dream he cannot keep even if he had already reached for it. 

Y/N was so surprised when Yuta asked where they were and he came to the same shop in the mall. "When did you get back?" she asked, hugging him tight. Yuta saw how her older brother, Jungwoo, smiled timidly at him. He obviously doesn't like him.

He had to explain that the negotiation failed and he came back as soon as possible, even whispering that he missed her. Again, the other guy's reaction showed his clear distaste towards him, as what he expected. Yuri was ecstatic seeing him that he had to carry her while they stroll around the mall. 

Jungwoo felt left out. He was supposed to hang out with his sister but now, he looks like a third wheel since they look like a small family. She looks happy, even blending in with Yuta and Yuri. Like a puzzle piece that completes the whole picture. Honestly, they look good together. 

Yuta was attentive to the two girls even if he was a little wary of him, making Jungwoo wonder. Does Yuta not like him? Why is he so awkward? "Daddy, I want the Barbie shoes!" Yuri complained, pointing at the white rubber shoes that light up and even have wheels under them. Of course, it's a child's favorite. Jungwoo remembered how he and Y/N begged their mom to buy them those same shoes when they were young. Those rubber shoes with wheels that is super famous when they were kids. But it was their parents and two older brothers who kept on saying that it would be dangerous. Yuta explained that it wasn't the shoes she needed for school but the younger one was insisting on getting those shoes. "Mommy," she called, reaching for Y/N. "I want those shoes." 

The older girl kneeled down and put the black shoes on the younger, "I'll buy you those shoes if you wear this in school." 

"Y/N, don't." 

The kneeling girl smiled, "It's fine. I'll just borrow money from Jungwoo oppa and pay him later." she claimed then faced the younger girl who stopped crying, "Let's go get that shoes, Yuri." 

"Y/N!" Yuta shouted which made her flinch. Everyone in the shop stared at them like it was a scene from a drama. "I said don't. Stop spoiling, Yuri." Y/N was about to say something when he brushed his fingers on his hair and released an exasperated sigh. "You are my fiancée, not her mother. Stop making my daughter grow used to you." 

"Yuta, I know how it feels to want something and not get it." She said calmly, walking to where Yuta is. "I'm sorry if I'm overstepping my boundaries. I just want Yuri to like me." Y/N reached a hand to hold Yuta's but he swat it away, startling her. "Yuta, you're just sensitive from the flight and the company…" 

"No, Y/N, I'm not." He said quietly then lightly glanced at Jungwoo. "Your brothers are right, this wouldn't work out." She looked startled at the sentence and even Jungwoo flinched at what he claimed, "Let's stop this, Y/N." 

The girl had to silently call his name, eyes begging not to do this here. "Let's go, Yuri." The child was crying but Yuta was already dragging her outside the shop. Jungwoo stepped forward to check his sister but she moved her hand away, begging him not to say or do anything. 

It was a crying fest. Jungwoo and Y/N had always been together since birth but this is the first time he saw her cry this much. "She didn't even cry that hard when she and Taeyong broke up," Jaehyun claimed, thumb fidgeting on top of the table. "I knew something was wrong with that octopus." 

"Did he really say that to our sister in front of the crowd?" Johnny asked and the youngest of the brothers nodded meekly. Doyoung sighed in response. 

The door opened followed by their mom coming in from work. The four greeted her quietly with the usual kiss on her cheek. "Is Y/N not home yet?" she asked then followed up, "Did something happen?" Maybe it was motherly instincts, Jungwoo thought. Their mom had always been too keen on observations like these. "Why are the four of you meeting in a dining room like this again? Are you planning to stop your sister's wedding again?" 

Johnny looked startled, their mom knew? "You are all my children and you aren't that discreet in your plans." she shrugged. "You're lucky your sister's fiancé isn't calling you out for it but you always show how much you hated him." Yuta knew as well? "If you really want your sister to be happy, you'll let her marry the person she wants to marry. Yuta isn't bad. I can see that he loves your sister very much." 

"He doesn't." Jaehyun spoke up, "He called off the wedding." 

Their mom let out an ugly gasp and then glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor of their house. "Mom, it's not our fault this time." Doyoung claimed then gestured for Jungwoo, "Woo, tell her what happened." 

"I think we're partly at fault." The youngest claimed, making Johnny stare at him in question. "Mom was right. Yuta knew and he probably got fed up because of us." He explained before finishing it off with, "We just made our sister miserable." 

"You're her brothers, it's your duty to protect her." Their mom exclaimed, "There's no one who can fix this but the four of you." 

—--------

“Y/N, I cooked your favorite seafood chowder,” Jungwoo said after knocking on their sister’s door. Doyoung was next to speak up, “You haven’t eaten anything. Can you come out to eat?” 

Jaehyun lightly knocked on the door, “We have your favorite chocolate cake.” 

“Leave me alone!” she shouted from inside, making the boys look at each other with a sigh. 

The oldest had to knock on the door which created a loud sound. “Come out, we have to talk.” 

Y/N has her favorites, that was what Jungwoo was thinking when the door opened. The room was very dark and she was standing in the doorway, head bowed down. “Are you now happy that the wedding wouldn’t happen?” she said in a hoarse voice, “Isn’t this what you wanted all along?” 

“We didn’t want this to happen, Y/N.” Johnny exclaimed. 

The girl had to look at them, tears threatening to fall from her eyes again. “You did!” she shouted. “This was your plan. You were the reason why Yuta doesn’t want to marry me anymore.” She bowed down again, holding on to the door frame as if really tired. A sob can be heard coming from her as her body was shaking. “I thought if you come back home, I’ll be happy. But ever since you returned, I only grew anxious that there's nothing I can do to make you like Yuta." She confessed. “Sometimes, I wish you didn’t come home.” 

Jungwoo called her name but it was Doyoung who shook his head. “Do you know why I love Yuta?” By now, her knees gave up on her from too much crying. The four just stared at her devastated state, not knowing what to do or how to react. “He’s manly like Johnny oppa,” she narrated then glanced up at her eldest brother. “He is full of wisdom like Doyoung oppa. He always makes me smile like Jaehyun oppa.” Her gaze fell from the second brother to the next one the stopped at the youngest, “And he takes care of me a lot like Jungwoo oppa.” 

“When you started having your own lives, I felt left out. Although I always see you or talk to you, it feels different.” She had her head bowed again, staring at the floor. But her tears were falling on the floor, obvious by the pitter-patter sound it creates. “I miss you. I miss us. The five of us together.” Her voice came with a choke. "So when Yuta came, it felt as if we were together again. That I found the four people I miss so much in one person." 

Doyoung was the first one to kneel down to pat her head, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "I'm sorry. We're sorry, Y/N." he said in a soft voice, "We didn't mean to leave you, princess. But when dad died, we figured we needed to do something to help our family." He claimed logically, "Jaehyun had his internship, Jungwoo had to finish his course, and you're going to college. So we had to work, Johnny hyung and I, for our family." 

She shook her head, "I'm not saying that it's a bad thing oppa, I appreciate what you have done for our family. I just…" she trailed off then paused as if looking for the right words to say. "Sometimes I wish you would come home every Holiday or special occasions. Sometimes I wish you were here when I needed you." She hastily wiped her tears, breathing hard. 

"When I broke up with Taeyong, I had to handle the heartbreak all by myself. I wish you helped me at that time." The three stared at Jungwoo who returned a confused gaze at them. “I can't bother mom. And Yuta was the only one who helped me a lot, the one who actually listened to my side of the story.” 

The youngest brother kneeled in front of her, holding the strand of her hair in front of her crying face. “I’m sorry. I should be here for you that time but I don’t know how to console you when I’m the one who introduced him to you.” He explained then wiped her tears with his thumb, “But you know, I’m always here for you. I always cook you breakfast even if you never eat them.” He complained with a pout.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, sniffing. “I’m grateful, oppa. But sometimes I feel like you don’t listen to me.” Jungwoo was startled. “I asked you repeatedly to fix my ventilator and mom's aircon yet you always forget.” He nodded as if remembering it just now. “And you’re supposed to be my ally in this, yet you were planning things with oppas behind my back.” 

“I am your ally,” Jaehyun spoke up, slowly raising his hand. The three glared at him and the girl had to pout, “No you’re not! You call Yuta an octopus.” He muttered a silent ‘sorry’. “And I hope you’re serious about Risa.” She claimed before bowing down to hide her tears again, “Maybe it’s my only way to see Yuta again.” 

The tears came back, making Doyoung sigh. Johnny had to sit down on the floor, holding her hand. “We did this and we’ll undo it, Y/N." He promised, genuine resolution can be heard in his voice. "We will talk to Yuta and maybe…”

“He doesn’t want me anymore,” she said in a soft voice, crying louder.  “There’s nothing we can do to make him come back.”  

Maybe, Johnny thought. But she’s obviously still in love with him. He's not sure if Yuta feels the same way but if their plans to cancel the marriage are such fails, maybe their plans are really for the marriage to happen. 

And for their sister, they have to fix this. A wedding should happen. 

V. Wedding? 

Y/N was sick for two days because of exhaustion. Doyoung was under her guidance while Jungwoo would always buy her fruits or cook whatever she wanted to eat. When she went to work that Wednesday morning, her brothers were all with her. Doyoung was driving, repeatedly asking her if she was ready to go to work. The three were just tagging along since they were going to the city. 

It looked comical when Y/N went out of the van in her usual cheerful self but completely changed into a meek girl when a Rolls Royce pulled on the valet parking. "I'm going inside." They watched her walk slowly inside, following the CEO of the company. 

"Do you think they'll meet in the elevator like those in movies?" Jungwoo asked but his older brothers shrugged. That will probably happen. Maybe they can know the details of their meeting again later. 

She was quiet when she came home. Even if Johnny kept pestering her about how her day went, she would just remain quiet about it. Maybe something did happen. When she went up to her room, the four met up again in the dining room. They cannot let their sister be like this. 

If there is someone who can undo everything, that would be the four of them. 

—----

Yuta was walking to the car park for his lunch. Not that he has a meeting or anything, he just wanted to be out in the office and maybe get some fresh air. He feels depressed inside the office, especially whenever he would see Y/N. There was something inside him that made seeing her uncomfortable. It's eating him up. He misses her so much. 

He was surprised when his sight got blocked by some fabric, someone holding his arms and dragging him somewhere. Wait. Kidnapping? In broad daylight? "What's this? Where are you taking me?" He tried squirming to break free but the two people holding him wouldn't budge. Yuta knew he was put inside a van, he could feel a man beside him on the left while another person sat on his right side and closed the door. 

When the fabric was removed from his sight, he only saw the person on the passenger seat and then realized what or who it was. Of course. Do they hate him so much that they result in this? "Are you here to kill me for hurting Y/N?" he asked. Jaehyun, who was seated on his right side, scoffed. "Please just do it quickly." 

The eldest, who was seated on the passenger seat, turned to look at him in surprise. "We're not that evil, Yuta. We just wanted to talk to you." 

"Jaehyun is just stupid for pitching the idea of kidnapping you," Doyoung claimed, driving. Jungwoo nodded which made the third brother whine. "So, is there any place you want to go and have lunch?" 

Yuta was startled when Doyoung drove to the outskirts of town and into a small seaside place that sells a variety of seafood dishes. Yuta only wanted to get lunch outside, to breathe in fresh air, and maybe eat lunch without thinking about her. What are the odds that in staying away from her, he would end up having lunch with her brothers? 

It was a calm seafood restaurant. The huge shrimps, the live octopus, and even the delicious scent of grilled fish can be smelled with the seawater breeze. A smile formed on his lips, “Y/N would love to eat here.” He unconsciously claimed then stopped, glancing at the four who only looked at him in surprise or with amusement on their face. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I was so angry because of the company…” he lightly glanced at Johnny who looked startled. “I thought it was one of your plans. And you are truly successful, I felt really insecure that time.” 

“The company?” Johnny asked then nodded as if just realizing it. “That’s why your name is familiar." He claimed then shrugged, "But I swear, I didn’t do anything to sabotage you.” 

“I know,” Yuta claimed. Jungwoo gave Doyoung a questioning look but he shrugged, motioning that he doesn’t know what they were talking about as well. “I’m really sorry for hurting Y/N.” 

Jaehyun sliced one of the octopus tentacles and gave it to Yuta who was sitting across from him. “You should tell Y/N that, not us.” 

Yuta sighed after thanking him, “I wanted to. But every time I see her, I get scared.” He breathed heavily, “She didn’t deserve getting hurt by someone like me.” Jungwoo shook his head, he had his reasons. If only Y/N is here to listen to Yuta’s apology. “I don’t think I can give her the same love as you give her, the love she deserves. I’m scared I might just hurt her again.”  

“Yuta, why our sister?” Johnny asked. “Six months is a short time. Why do you want to marry her so suddenly?” A smile can be seen on the Japanese man’s lips as if relieving that moment. 

It was two months ago, he was in the airport waiting for his flight to Japan. It was a much-needed meeting for the expansion of the company, a day he had been waiting for ever since he became the company CEO. Yuta was checking emails sent to his phone when it rang, showing his girlfriend’s number. Immediately, he picked it up but stopped when he heard her groaning on the other line. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” She said in a soft voice then moaned quietly. “I just called to check if you're boarding already." 

"Almost." He can hear cars and even a distinct honking, yet he cannot miss the sound of her labored breaths. “Y/N, where are you? Are you alright?” 

“I’m on my way to work but my stomach is kinda hurting.” She released a disgruntled sound then masked it with a giggle, "I'm fine. Sorry." 

Yuta sighed, "You've been complaining about your stomach for a while now. Just take a leave and go to the hospital." he ordered and she hummed in response. "Do you want me to call someone from your home?" 

"They're all at work. No worries." She claimed then groaned once again. The announcement of boarding to the passengers heading to Japan can be heard in the speakers. "Have a safe trip, Yuta. I'll see you when you get back." There was tiredness in her voice, a soft groan between her goodbye. She might be in a lot of pain. 

Y/N hung up the call but Yuta was worried. She’s alone in the streets, with an aching stomach. And although the speaker kept on calling for the passengers of the plane number Yuta had on his ticket, he knew he shouldn’t be in that place at that moment. 

“So you went to her?” Johnny asked, “What about your meeting in Japan? You said it's important.” 

“Japan wouldn’t go away and it's not as important as I thought it would be.” Yuta had a small smile on his face, "Seeing her and making sure that she feels better is much more important that time." 

The youngest brother butt in, worry present on his features. "Wait, she never told me that she went to the hospital. What happened to her?” 

The doctors ruled it out as an ulcer. Luckily, it’s not too severe that she doesn’t require surgery but she cannot skip her meals and was advised to stop drinking coffee which made Y/N pout. She was still squirming on her hospital bed, complaining that her stomach still hurts even if the doctor gave her medicine. She was so pale, lips looking so chapped that Yuta was glad he came to her. Imagine being alone in this state? “It’s because you never eat breakfast before coming to work.” He scolded, pulling the blanket up to cover her stomach. 

She glanced at the IV drip on her hand, “It feels lonely to eat breakfast at home." She confessed in a soft voice, "Although Jungwoo oppa would always cook for me, he never once ate breakfast with me.” She continued, “I’m so used to eating my meals with my brothers, fighting with them on who would take the last sunny side up egg." Y/N chuckled lightly then shook her head, "But now, it just feels empty.” 

She stared at something on the blanket covering her legs and when she spoke up, Yuta just realized that she was crying. “But I don’t want Jungwoo oppa to stop cooking for me. That’s the only reminder that he’s still with me.” She didn’t even cry when her stomach was hurting but her tears were falling at the thought of her brothers. 

"I don’t want to bother them. Mom is already too old to take care of me, Jungwoo and Jaehyun oppa are probably too busy to worry about me. And I doubt Johnny and Doyoung oppa would come home just because of a simple stomach ache.” She said with a giggle, her tears falling on her cheeks. "I miss them." 

“God, Y/N is so stupid!” Jungwoo exclaimed, sniffing lightly. Yuta was quick to hand him some tissues, continuing “I was so jealous of the four of you that time. I thought if I’m reborn again, I want to be Y/N’s brother and be loved like that.” He said with a timid smile on his face, a far away look on his face. 

“So that’s why you asked her to marry you?” Doyoung asked but Yuta shook his head. 

“I’m fine now,” Y/N exclaimed while wiping the tears from her eyes. “I'm sorry you had to go here and take care of me. Should I rebook you a ticket to Japan? You can still make it to the meeting, right?” 

Yuta smiled then sat on the seat beside her, “It's fine. I won't leave your side until the IV is gone and I'm sure that you'll be discharged.” Her eyes widened in surprise and he chuckled. "From now on, I'll pick you up early and we'll eat breakfast together so I can be sure that you won't miss your meals." He took the doctor's note on the table and opened his alarm from the phone, typing the hours when she should take her medicine. "I'm going to remind you when to drink medicine and I'll ban coffee in the office from now on." 

Her eyes started turning misty again and he stood up in panic, asking why she was crying again. Yuta repeatedly asked if her stomach hurts or if he needed to call for a doctor and she hastily shook her head, smiling. “Yuta, can I marry you?” He had a surprised expression on his face. Is she delirious? Is this the side effect of her medicine? Or because she cried too much? “You’re actually the first person who chose me over something else and I didn’t know that it would feel like this. I feel special, it’s a good feeling. I like this feeling." 

The guy sat on the edge of her bed, tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I will always choose you, Y/N. And I promise I will always be here whenever you need me or whenever you need someone. I'm your boyfriend and it's my duty to take care of you.” He muttered sincerely, holding her hand tight. The warmth of her soft hands and the crazy beating of his heart, small things he wanted to keep feeling for the rest of his life. All because of her. "We’ll head in that direction anyway so let’s get married.” 

“Wait, hold up! Rewind.” Jaehyun exclaimed. “It was our sister who proposed to you?” Yuta nodded, smiling at the memory. “God! What is wrong with that girl? Did she get hit in the head or something?” 

“To be honest, it’s hard to wake up in the morning knowing that there wouldn’t be a chance for us to be together.” He confessed, “If I can undo everything, I’ll choose to not hurt her.” In a quiet voice, Yuta continued. "I'm sorry. I really regret saying those words a lot." 

“I truly love your sister. I don’t know if it still matters now but I don’t think I can ever love someone the way I love her.” 

“Of course, it still matters.” Jungwoo noted. “You can still make up with her.” Yuta’s ears perked up at that. He can? “By paying for our meal,” Jaehyun claimed but the two older than him hushed him, making Yuta laugh. He agreed to pay since it was his idea to eat seafood in the first place. But Johnny leaned closer to the table, “And paying for the wedding.” 

“What wedding?” 

“Yours and Y/N’s wedding.” The second brother supplied. "You still want to marry our sister right?" 

—----

It was a typical Saturday. Y/N woke up checking her phone battery and then scrolling on her feed before deciding to check on her email. Since she doesn't have any work this day, might as well do laundry. But the moment she woke up, something didn't feel right. 

She was used to having the house to herself on Saturdays. Her mom usually goes out early for her morning exercises and Jungwoo would be on his way to work when she wakes up. When Doyoung came back, he would always be in the house but he's usually holed up in his room reading books. Johnny and Jaehyun would also be sleeping since it's early in the weekend. But today, Jaehyun's voice speaking to someone can be heard from inside her room. "I don't think she's up yet." Is he referring to her? "I can't come inside her room, that's inappropriate." The girl chuckled. He can just knock. 

"I'm up. What is it?" Y/N shouted in a sleepy voice, taking her bath towel to do her morning routine. "Why are you so noisy in the morning?" 

"Great!" Jaehyun shouted then knocked on the youngest door, "Fix yourself and wear something white. I'll wait for you outside." Wait, what? Something white? Y/N stood in the middle of her room in confusion, where are they going on a Saturday morning? 

The confusion grew when she went down the stairs, wearing jeans and a basic white tee, and Jaehyun was wearing a dress shirt. He stared at her in surprise then shook his head, “Nevermind, we’re already late.” He then held her hand, dragging her into his car. The oldest didn’t mention anything, just that Doyoung is going to kill him. “And you’re not wearing makeup?” 

“You didn’t even tell me where we’re going,” she complained, pulling down the mirror from his dashboard and applying a little lip-gloss that she had in her small bag. Jaehyun answered that they were heading to the church which startled her. Are they attending a funeral? Or are they attending a wedding? Then she’s underdressed. And Jaehyun is obviously overdressed. Is he the groom? “Church? Are you getting married?” 

He glared at her, “Next year.” The girl just nodded in the realization that the playboy brother has plans of settling down. She wanted to tease him for it but he looked so agitated that she just kept her mouth shut. If Jaehyun, the playboy, has plans of settling down, what about her other brothers? It's impossible that they haven't fallen in love while in a foreign place. She only knew Jungwoo almost dated the girl of his dreams but she moved away to study abroad. What about Johnny and Doyoung? Should she ask them about their romantic relationships? 

The idea of watching a wedding made her meek that she leaned in on the leather of the passenger seat. Will she ever even get married? She had been dreaming of that moment ever since she was a kid and was chosen as a flower girl at every wedding. A grand church wedding with her, wearing a beautiful white gown with a long terrain. All her family members and guests smile fondly at what they call a blushing bride. Her groom, looking at her with a lot of love in his eyes, slightly tearing up. The lovely smile he has whenever looking at her, wider at the sight of her in a wedding dress. 

Yuta looking so dashing in a tuxedo. She shook her head at the thought. It will be an imagery she might not ever see. 

Will she be happy if she marries someone else? Will she find love the same as what she felt with Yuta? Maybe not. And it made her feel worse because she was missing Yuta again. When can this heartbreak end? 

“You’re late!” Doyoung scolded the two then stopped, “Why are you only wearing a t-shirt?” The girl had a confused look on her face seeing the other three brothers in their dress shirts. Clearly, she’s the only underdressed one. But Jaehyun never mentioned where they're going so she clearly doesn’t have any idea. What are they even doing here? 

Jungwoo smiled then wrapped a piece of cloth with lace designs on her waist, covering her blue jeans. “It’s fine. You still look lovely.” He lightly fixed her unruly hair which confused her. What is this? 

“Wait, what…?” Y/N stopped when she felt Johnny put something on her head. A veil. “What is this?” 

The eldest placed both his hands on her shoulders, smiling sincerely at her. “You’ve already grown up, Y/N.” He kissed the top of her head startling her. Johnny had never been the touchy-feely brother, he hated skinship the most so this is a surprise. The three others had adoring smiles on their faces as she stared at them in fright and confusion. “We’ll meet you in front.” 

Y/N was lost. What is happening? And it’s too early in the morning for her brain to comprehend what her brothers are planning to do. When her mom came to her, wearing her silver gown from the party and the diamond earrings that Yuta had given her, everything clicked. She handed the younger a bouquet of lilies, smiling wide. “Mom, what is all this? Did you plan this?” 

“I hope I did. But it’s all your brothers…” she claimed just as the doors of the church opened, surprising her. The aisle was decorated with a red carpet, pink and white rose petals adorning the path to the altar that she knew by heart. “And him.” Her eyes trailed to the person standing at the end of the aisle, looking so dashing in his tuxedo. The imagery she thought she wouldn't ever see. 

“I’m sorry your dad isn’t here," Her mom started which made Y/N turn to the older. "But I’m sure he’ll be proud of what you have become, our little princess.” Her mom fixed her hair, eyes misty just from looking at her. “I’m so glad you met a prince who will love you and protect you more than we did.” 

Y/N’s tears clouded her eyes and she looked up to prevent them from falling, making her mom release the tears she had been holding on to. The younger laughed, they look like complete fools crying in front of the church doors. “You are such a crybaby. I hope Yuta has a great sense of humor so you wouldn’t cry too much.” Y/N giggled, letting her mom wipe her tears. “Let’s go to your prince?” She lent her hand which Y/N took while smiling widely. When they faced the front, she held on to her mom’s arms and clung to her like when she was little. 

Y/N had fond memories in this church so it’s a surprise that this fake wedding is happening here. When they were young, her brothers would always hold her hand and they would run to the altar, kneeling in front of the huge cross. 

“We always do this before you were born,” Jungwoo claimed then put his hands together. “We always pray for a younger sister to make our days brighter.” Doyoung would continue, copying what the three other brothers are doing. Y/N had to copy what they were doing, closing her eyes as Jungwoo does but peeking by opening one eye to see what her other brothers were doing. "But He gave us a little devil.” Jaehyun teased, looking at her pointedly. The youngest would whine at the nickname, tears already forming in her eyes which would make Johnny laugh, “Our little devil princess.” 

The aisle felt so long back then that she would want to skip church service just so her brothers wouldn’t make her run. The journey had always been long in her eyes but now, it felt short. She indeed grew up. From the left side of the altar, she saw Yuri waving her hand while holding the basket half-filled with rose petals with her other hand. Y/N is not the flower girl anymore. She can already have her own flower girl. Risa was behind the younger girl, smiling widely at her. 

Y/N’s gaze turned to the right side where her brothers were lined up behind Yuta. They obviously grew up as well. They look so good in their dress shirts that she's annoyed that she's the only unattractive person inside the church. While nearing the altar, her heart felt like dropping to the floor with every step. Her stomach felt funny, she was nauseous. Is this her ulcer acting out again? Hopefully, not. Her senses were returned when her mom let go of her hand, “Please take care of my daughter, Yuta.” Yuta nodded before taking her hand. 

It was awkward, a feeling she never associated with Yuta. It was a feeling she never thought she'd feel with Yuta. Is he forced to do this? He made it clear that he doesn’t want to get married, especially to her. So what is this now? “If my brothers are forcing you to do this, please know that you can run away. I’ll take care of it.” She tried to look for the humor in all of these. She's tired of crying, her brothers shouldn't play with her heart like this. 

But Yuta only answered in a serious tone, “I think it’s you who will run away from me.” She hardly doubts that. 

"Why? You said this wouldn't work out." 

Yuta breathed heavily, holding both her hands. He was sweating, hands shaking. “I’m sorry, Y/N." There was sincerity in his voice that made her gulp. "You were right, I was sensitive at that time but it’s not an excuse to say those hurtful words to you.” Yuta started, staring directly at her. “I should have apologized in the office the first time but when I saw you, looking at me without a smile on your face, it breaks me. I’m used to seeing you smiling, excited to see me, and I ruined all of that because of my insecurity.” 

It feels like everything is quiet as Yuta’s voice kept on resonating in Y/N’s ears. That even if there are people around, there’s only the two of them at the moment. “You don’t deserve to be hurt by someone like me. And I understand if you don’t want to forgive me for hurting you.” He looked down, thumbs brushing along her knuckles. “You can walk away from all of this…” 

“Yah Yuta!” Jungwoo called and Y/N had to look at her brothers in surprise. "You can't make her run away." She raised an eyebrow, they’re against her running away? “You already spent a lot on this.” Of course. Everything will be put to waste. 

But it was the man in front of her who shook his head, assuring Y/N that she had the freedom to choose what she wanted. Jaehyun only gave a frustrated sigh, whispering “You two are the same. Heaven and hell would rumble if the two of you don’t end up together.” 

It was a weird feeling. Just almost a week ago, they were so against her marrying a guy she only dated for six months. Now, they're against her running away from that same man? There must be something wrong with her brothers. 

But there must be something wrong with her if she doesn't want to run away. “What if I stay?” Yuta looked at her in surprise. Does he not expect that from her? “What if I wanted to stay, Yuta? Will I get hurt?” There was hope when Yuta stared at Y/N. His eyes got teary, amusing the girl in front of him. He shook his head, cogs in his brain whirling for the right words to say but the girl stepped forward that their bodies are touching and in a soft voice, claimed with a naughty smile. “I don’t mind getting hurt by you.” 

“Oh my God!” Johnny exclaimed then stepped forward, separating the two of them. “You’re still not married, calm down little miss." 

Y/N giggled, "You didn't have to set this up. We can just talk in the office. You had to bother someone else's marriage for this setup." The five guys had to look at her in confusion and Risa was the one who spoke up, “It’s a real wedding. You and Yuta are getting married.” 

"Seriously?" Then as if on cue, the person in charge of the ceremony came. “In my shirt and jeans? I’m wearing rubber shoes, for crying out loud.” She glanced at her brothers who were laughing at what she said. “And you’re alright with this?” The four nodded in unison which made her raise an eyebrow. “For real?” 

Doyoung shrugged, stepping in front of her and fixing her veil. “Yuta isn’t a bad guy. We realized he loves you more than we think he does.” Johnny nodded, continuing “And if we are going to send you away to someone, Yuta should be that man.” Jungwoo only nodded at their brothers' words. “Besides, you already cried too much for him. You might not have enough tears for him.” Jaehyun claimed, smiling with his dimples popping out from his cheeks. “Right, Yuta hyung?” 

Hyung? Y/N had an amused look on her face. “When did the five of you get close?” They glanced at each other, grinning. “Octopus.” They said in unison that only started her. Huh?

Y/N's was suddenly feeling dizzy at how fast everything is going. "Sorry if this is too sudden," Yuta whispered while the priest kept on telling them the duties of husband and wife. "When your brothers suggested this, I didn't think much and just wanted to be married to you immediately." 

"What if I chose to run away earlier?" She whispered, leaning in lightly. 

Yuta tugged her closer, "I'm ready to chase you." He gestured on the floor and Y/N grinned seeing the black and white rubber shoes that are the same as what she was wearing. The couple rubber shoes they bought together during their second month anniversary. "So let's redo this wedding, not wearing our rubber shoes." 

The priest asked Yuta if he is willing to take Y/N as his wife and he immediately said yes without the priest finishing his sentence. He apologized after causing some chuckles then answered with a smiling 'I do'. Y/N was mirroring the same expression he has, holding both his hands tight as she said the words 'I do'. This really isn't the wedding she had in mind when she first proposed to Yuta and they started talking about the said event. But holding the person she missed so much, she realized that this is better than the wedding she had in mind. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." 

Y/N and Yuta had to first look at the four boys as if asking for permission. Their mom laughed and Johnny had to turn around, waving his hand as if telling them to just do it. Y/N grinned before wrapping her arms around Yuta's neck, lightly pulling him for a kiss. A silent curse can be heard, making Yuta giggle in between the kiss. 

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"When are they gonna stop kissing?" Johnny whispered, leaning on Doyoung while watching his sister kissing her husband. "Aren't they sick of each other?" 

Jungwoo giggled, overhearing what his brother said. "Hyung, you'll feel like that when you find the right girl." Jaehyun claimed then shook his head, "But isn't it too much? Isn't it bad for the baby for them to be horny like that?" 

Y/N's dream wedding did come true, six months after the small church wedding. It was a grand wedding, in a bigger church, filled with flowers and all their relatives and friends who were happy for the newlyweds. Her long terrain of wedding gown attracted attention but what's really eye-catching is her six-month baby bump. 

"Oppas!" Y/N called, motioning her brothers to come over for a picture. Their mom was next to her, and the four guys behind the couple as they posed for a picture. Yuta suggested a family picture and he quickly ran beside the photographer who kept on taking pictures of the six of them. After just three shots, Johnny called him over once again. "It's not a family without you. Come back here, Yuta." The girl had a smile on her face as Yuta returned to his original position, holding his arm as she leaned her head on his arm. 

After a series of pictures, their mom excused herself to greet some of her friends who attended the wedding. Yuta was charming enough to help her with the steps, even walking with her to where her friends are. Y/N turned to face her brothers who were all smiling at her, fondly. 

"You look really pretty." Jungwoo complimented her, fixing the veil behind her head. "A real blushing pregnant bride." 

The girl had to giggle at that before gazing at her four brothers. “Thank you, oppas.” she started, smiling timidly. “For making my dream wedding possible.” 

Johnny smiled at her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Anything for you, Y/N. I hope, as your brothers, we made you happy.” Jaehyun groaned in disgust, making the younger girl giggle at the cheesiness in his words. “Married or not, even if I’m a Nakamoto now, I’m still your sister.”  

“Forever sister.” Jungwoo claimed and Doyoung had to continue, “The only sister.” The oldest shook his head, pointing at Jaehyun. “But don’t forget that we might have a new sister next year.” 

Y/N had a teasing smile at her third brother who only shrugged as if he didn't know what they were talking about. “Do you want me to throw the bouquet at Risa later?" Jaehyun nodded, "Please do, we have to get married next year or she might just bump her head and break up with me." Doyoung shook his head whispering that he hoped Risa would really bump his head. 

Who would have thought that the playboy earlier this year would find his true love? That the person who their mom thought would be hopeless when it comes to romance would be the second person to get married in the family? Jungwoo was even surprised that when he checked his older brother's phone, there were only four numbers of girls in his contacts: their mom, their sister, Risa, and Yuri. A 360 change from his typical playboy ways.

Yuta returned to where they were, holding the younger girl by the waist and asking her if she wanted to sit down for a while. Y/N had to shake her head as he lightly grazed his hand on her stomach as if in instinct. “Yuta, remember to call me a week before your due date so I can come home early," Johnny claimed and the other nodded. 

Johnny had to quickly return to Chicago after the wedding for some company matters concerning Yuta’s company. It turned out that the company in Chicago will have a problem supplying from the large demands of the French client they were working with. So he decided to ask help from Yuta's own company to manufacture the machines needed. The Japanese CEO was supposed to come with his wife’s oldest brother, even if he doesn’t want to leave his pregnant wife alone. Hearing his reason, Johnny volunteered to take care of it on his own and just update Yuta from time to time. 

Doyoung also had to return quickly to Morocco and get back to work since his vacation is so long overdue. He honestly thought that he'll be suspended from the hospital for being away for too long but the hospital needed him more than he thought. Now, he is allowed to take leaves as long as he'll comes back to work for them. He made sure that he’ll come home during the Holidays and when the baby gets born. 

“Are you going on a honeymoon after the wedding?” Jungwoo asked. Clearly, the honeymoon came first. But since it’s their wedding, they can’t go back immediately to the office, right? And now that Y/N is the CEO’s wife, doesn’t that mean that she should stop being an employee of the company her husband owns? The girl looked at her husband before smiling widely at the youngest brother, “Yuta has to go back to the office while I stay at home for the time being.”

“I thought you were moving to your new house after this wedding,” Jaehyun asked. They often hear from their sister that Yuta had already purchased a house for them to live in. “Isn’t that your plan?” 

It was Yuta who nodded. “But Y/N is always craving Jungwoo’s food in the morning and she gets cranky the whole day when I cook. So she wanted to stay in your house for the meantime.” The girl nodded, Doyoung had to laugh at that while Jungwoo just looked astounded. “And the house is still in renovation.” 

Johnny looked surprised, “Isn’t it a fully furnished house?” 

What Yuta said next surprised them, “Y/N wanted to put a third floor for your rooms in case you visit or you decide to live with us.” The four stared at their sister who was only grinning at them, “We’ll get it ready before you get home for little bean’s arrival.” 

Jungwoo stepped closer tapping Yuta’s shoulder, “You know, Y/N, you’re lucky Yuta fell in love with you.” The third brother nodded, “Who would even suggest making a room for her brothers in their house? That’s just stupid, Y/N.” Yuta only laughed, shaking his head while explaining that he actually liked the idea. “You two are really meant to be,” Doyoung claimed. 

“We’re glad you’re married,” Johnny started, which made the three nod. “Or we might have a hard time sending you away.” 

“What does that mean?” Y/N revolted with a pout. Why does it feel like they’re talking bad about her? Jaehyun slung an arm around Yuta, “Good luck on this little devil, our brother-in-law.” 

“Take care of her or we might kidnap you again.” Y/N had to giggle at what her oldest brother claimed, remembering the story of her brothers taking Yuta out to eat in a seafood restaurant. The five had to bring her to the exact same place so she won’t get angry at them. 

Yuta slipped his arm on her waist, smiling at his wife with a lot of love in his eyes. “I will. I won’t hurt her and get on your bad sides again, brothers-in-law.” 

“I’m glad we’re clear on that, brother-in-law.” Doyoung threatened, making Yuta grin. Jungwoo continued, “Our only brother-in-law.” 

#Hiraya-M #movie night #yuta #yuta nakamoto #nakamoto yuta #yuta fluff #yuta nakamoto fluff #nakamoto yuta fluff #johnny #johnny seo #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #doyoung #kim doyoung #jungwoo #kim jungwoo #nct 127

[moon-alight]

Hii!!

I don't know if you've watched XO Kitty but I'm obsessed! (Personally team Minho)

Imagine going off to college and ending up sharing a dorm with TXT hyung-line. 😍

I wouldn't mind though😁

Funnily enough, I have watched XO Kitty and actually enjoyed it. You can think whatever you want but I'm Team Dae <3. (Not for Kitty, for me)

Also, imagine KISS was a college instead of a High School!

Masterlist

Wronged - Part 1

Synopsis: You're off to college in South Korea for the very first time and hope to make some new friends but unfortunately (or fortunately) you end up sharing a room with 3 very interesting boys.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mention of sexual themes but no smut,

Word Count: 886

Korean Independent School of Seoul -- KISS.

You were finally accepted after months of trying to get in. Today would mark the beginning of your new life. You left behind your home and family to be able to come here and it was exciting.

Walking inside, you dragged your suitcase with you and stood in line to see which room you'd be assigned to. A boy stood in front of you, someone with dark hair and he was tall. The boy was nervously leaning from one feet to the other.

Someone from behind the line began to push annoyingly, which caused you to full on bump into the boy in front of you. You groaned at the physical contact and watched as he turned around to look at you.

"I'm sorry, some loser from behind pushed me into you." You apologized and looked up into his sweet yet mischievous looking dark eyes.

"No problem, I get it, you wanted to touch the Choi Beomgyu. You don't need some stupid reason to do so."

Oh, he was one of those guys.

You scoffed. "As if I would touch you on purpose.

"Don't be embarrassed. Many girls have tried today, you're certainly not the only one."

"Who do you think you are? Kim Taehyung?"

The boy smirked down at you and shook his head before the lady behind the desk caught his attention. He didn't say anything anymore as he turned around to face her.

You patiently waited for him to be done, get his key and walk away. Then, it was finally your turn. You greeted the lady kindly and she asked for your name.

"Y/N Y/L/N." She looked inside the left box and frowned when she couldn't find your name. She looked inside the right box and took out your folder.

"They had put it in the wrong box, that happens sometimes." She looked inside, took the key from the wall and handed it to you. "Here you go, enjoy!"

"Thank you." You stepped out of line and looked down at the number engraved in the keychain. Number #55.

You walked around the dorms, trying to find your dorm room. After a couple of minutes, you found it and opened the door. You stepped inside and looked around the very pretty and spacy dorm room.

It looked like an apartment. It had a kitchen, living room, two bedrooms and a very nice view over Seoul. You looked around for a moment, there were no other people.

"Hello?" You called out. "Anyone there?" But you did not receive an answer. You checked one of the two bedrooms and found both beds occupied with suitcases. You then moved to the other one where only one bed had been occupied.

You took your suitcase and decided to get settled in. Your roommate had a dark red suitcase and a black backpack. Maybe she liked dark colors more than bright ones.

You made your bed, placed down a picture of your family on the nightstand and opened the closet. Half of it was empty but the other half was filled with different types of clothes. You frowned. They were all boy clothes. Maybe your roommate was a tomboy?

You ignored all the signs and filled your half of your closet. Eventually, you finished and decided to relax a little. You had your headphones plugged into your phone and chilled on your bed when you heard the dorm room door open.

Excitedly, you stood up and left your phone on your bed as you made your way out of your room and into the kitchen / living room only to be met by three boys.

"AAAAAAAAH!"

"AAAAAAAAH!"

The four of you screamed at one another before you calmed down and eventually, so did they. You stared at each other for a moment.

"So obsessed with me, you had to find my room!" Beomgyu, the annoying one you had met in line, said.

"What? No, this is my room!" You replied and showed him the paper which specifically stated this room number.

"This must be a mistake!" One of the other two boys whom you hadn't met yet, said and took the paper. He had purple hair.

"No, it wasn't." The third one, the blond one, sighed. "You're foreign which means you put your first name first. They thought your last name is your first name which resulted into you getting a boy dorm."

"You have to be kidding me." You muttered. "What happens now? I could switch rooms--"

"My sister wasn't allowed to be here since there weren't any girl dorms left anymore." The blond one explains.

"Seems like you're homeless now--" Beomgyu was about to throw out your suitcase when the purpled hair boy stopped him.

"We cannot do that to her." He reasoned.

"What now?" Beomgyu asked. "I will not share a dorm with her!"

"Fine." The blond one says. "Be childish, as if you wouldn't want to share a room with a cute girl."

"Cute? Do you even have eyes, Yeonjun?" Beomgyu asked back.

"I do, and she is damn pretty--"

"Enough!" The purple hair boy says. "If you don't mind, I'll share a room with you. My stuff is already inside anyways."

You look confused and disappointed but end up nodding.

"I'm Soobin, by the way."

#txt #txt drabbles #txt fluff #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt beomgyu #txt soobin #txt yeonjun #choi beomgyu #choi soobin #choi yeonjun

[shanair]

Rick and Morty X F!Reader (Platonic) | S1E2

A/N: I’m back guys! Sorry again for not updating, I got caught up in school and writers block but I’m back! Here is episode 2! I apologize if the writing might seem choppy since I started it a couple months ago and just finished it, but regardless, hope you enjoy!

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Episode Name- Lawnmower Dog

Word Count- 6,492

Morty and I hang out in our room. We sit in comfortable silence doing our own thing. We both jerked our heads up at the sound of Dad yelling.

"Morty..." I warn. He looks at me, then to the door.

"W-what if there is actually something wrong? Like something b-broke into the house and attacked Dad?" He retorts.

"Okay fine," I sigh, putting the book I was reading down. "but if it's not anything abnormal or crazy, you owe me twenty bucks." 

"Deaaal." He groans. We quickly rush downstairs to the living room. "What's wrong?" He asks Morty. Summer lounges on the couch, an early sign that nothing important is happening. 

"Your idiot dog!" Dad exclaims.

  "Aww, it's just Snuffles." I reach over to him, petting his soft white fur.

"Oh, he didn't mean it, Dad." Morty excuses, coming over to me, petting him also. "Did you, Snuffles? You're a good boy." 

"Don't praise him now, Morty! He just peed on the carpet!" Dad separates us from Snuffles and pushes his nose into his piss spot. "Bad dog! Bad!" I go over to grab him back. Rick pulls Morty and me up by our arms. 

"Kids, come on. I need your help tonight." He starts to drag us off.

"Hey, wait, hold on a second, Rick." Dad interrupts, standing up from his armchair. "You wouldn't by any chance have some sort of crazy science thing you could whip up that might help make this dog a little smarter, would you?" 

"I thought the whole point of having a dog was to feel superior, Jerry. If I were you, I wouldn't pull that thread. Come on, kids." Rick drags us again. Dad grabs our other arms. Summer still ignores the situation. 

"Listen, Rick, if you're gonna stay here rent-free and use my kids for your stupid science, the least you could do is put a little bit of it to use for the family. You make that dog smart, or the twins are grounded!" Dad tugs us both towards him. 

"Aww, man." Morty and I groan. Rick glares at us for a brief moment for our synchronization. But why are we being roped into this? 

"Ha-ha!" Summer calls out. Shut up Summer.

"Boy, you really got me up against a wall this time, Jerry." Rick leaves for the garage. I put my hand out for Morty as noises are heard from the garage.

"What?" He questions, rubbing the arm Rick was holding him with.

"You know what." I smirk. Morty sighs and reaches into his pocket, putting a twenty into my hand. "Good doin' business with ya." I put the bill away. Rick enters the room, a small helmet in hand. He puts it on top of Snuffles. 

"All right, Ruffles. What's his name?" Rick asks.

"Snuffles." Morty corrects.

"Snuffles, shake." Snuffles does so and lifts a paw to Rick and shakes. "Rollover." He rolls over. "Go to the bathroom." Snuffles leaves the room, and a toilet flushes: he then returns. We all marvel in amazement. Now that is cool. Let's just hope his intelligence is limited to only tricks. "Yeah, you're at the top of your game now. Jerry. Have fun. Come on, kids." Rick drags us out of the living room. We walk into the garage.

"That was fantastic, Rick!" Morty beams.

"Yeah, imagine everything else he could do now." I nod along.

"Yeah. If you like that, boy. You're-you're really going to flip your lids over this one." Rick steps to the side of his invention and shows it to us. He shows us a small plug-like device that looks like a USB, needing a magnifying glass to see up close.

"W-w-w-what is it?" Morty questions, we lean away from the object. 

"It's a device, Morty," Rick picks it up, "that when you put it in your ear, you can enter people's dreams, Morty. It's just like that movie you keep crowing about." It places the device in a case.

"You talking about 'Inception'?" He replies.

"That's right, Morty. This is gonna be a lot like that, except, you know, it's gonna may-" Rick belches, putting the case in his neverending lab coat pocket, "be make sense.”

"'Inception' made sense."

"No, it didn't." I snickered. Or I'm too dumb to understand, but Rick didn't get it either so. Didn’t seem to be that smart of a movie anyway.

"You don't have to try to impress me, Morty. Listen, tonight we're gonna go into the home of your math teacher, Mr. Goldenfold, and we're gonna incept the idea in his brain to give you A's in math, Morty. (Y-(Y/N) is fine, but it is so you can, you know, y-you two are gonna help me with my science, all the time."

"Wow, Rick, in the time it took you to make this thing couldn't you just have, you know, helped Morty with his homework?" I comment.

"Th-then what have you b-een d- are you even listening to me (Y/N)? Homework is stupid. The whole point is to get less of it." Rick opens the ship door, and we all get into our regular seats. "Come on, let's just get over there and deal with this thing. W-we're gonna incept your teacher. You're frustrating me." 

. . .

We sneak into Mr. Goldenfold's house, Rick helping Morty and me into his house through the window. Eugh, he lives in a dump. Why is the trash so sparsely scattered on the floor? The small TV continues to play until Rick shuts it off. It was a basic house, the living room was tiny and closed off from the rest of the house.

"Uh-oh! Spoilers!" Rick whispers. "I'm a full season behind."

"This place is nasty." I comment, looking over Mr. Goldenfold's sleeping body on his beanbag. There is a bowl of popcorn on his stomach. How can he fall asleep like that?

"Wow, Rick, I can't believe we're sitting around, standing around in Mr. Goldenfold's house. It's really weird." Morty exhales. It was strange. Other than the one he was sitting in there were multiple bean bag chairs across the tiny room. Part of me believes they haven’t been sat in since he got them.

"It's about to get a whole lot weirder, Morty." I hear Rick respond and a thud following it. I see Morty on the floor and Rick approaching me with the device. 

"Woahwoahwoah! Can I at least get comfortable before you put me under!? Let me sit down or something!" I protest. 

"No." 

"Aww man-" Rick grabs my arm and slots the device into my ear. I go cold for a second before waking up in an airplane. I sit in the window seat, Morty next to me, and Rick in the aisle. We all peer out to the aisle. The lady from that show Goldefold was watching iis the attendant. What was her name? Oh yeah, Mrs. Pancakes. 

"Wheat Thins. Wheat Thins." She calls as she rolled the cart down the aisle. For an airplane, it had a decently wide aisle. Mr. Goldenfold flags her down. 

"I'll take two." He leans out.

"Oh, I think you've had enough, sir."

"You don't know me." They both laugh at his reference to the show. I smile a little at the joke. Yeah, I've watched it. It’s entertaining. Anyways.

"All right, kids, time to make our move." Rick grabs full soda bottles from a random cart conveniently nearby. He straps them to his chest, here we go. He hands Morty and me a cover-up. I don't put it on. 

"I'm not going to help you pull a nine-eleven." I scowl.

"Fine, good job showing concern for your o-own brother's grades." He gets up from his seat Morty behind him. Morty had put the cloth on his head. "Allahu-" Rick belches, showing off the sodas, "akbar! We're gonna take control of this plane. We're gonna nine-eleven it unless Morty Smith gets better grades in math!" Mr. Goldenfold stands up with Mrs. Pancakes. I sit slightly higher in my seat to look. "Hey! I said nobody move, buddy!" 

"The name's not buddy. It's Goldenfold. Nice to wheat you!" Mr. Goldenfold grabs crackers nearby and uses them like ninja stars. 

"Take cover!" It punctures Rick's soda 'bombs' and pierces Morty's arm. I cringe at Morty's wound as Mr. Goldenfold pulls out two assault rifles, firing them in our direction. Rick and Morty cover in seats a few rows behind. I carefully duck under seats and regroup with them. Morty whines as Mr. Goldenfold still screams, firing the two assault rifles. "Goldenfold's got more control here than I anticipated. I mean, the guy teaches high-school math." Rick belches, " I didn't take him for an active dreamer. We've got to take him out so he wakes up, kids, but we can't get killed. If you get killed in someone else's dream, you die for real.

"What?! Are you kidding me?!" Morty and I both yell. 

"Don't be a baby!" Rick responds. "You avoid getting shot in real life all the time. Just do the same thing here, and we'll be fine."

"Reassuring." I groan. "Do you at least have a plan?"

"As a matter of fact-" Rick belches, "(Y/N). I do. We're going to take Mrs. Pancakes as a hostage and trade her."

"This is Mr. Goldenfold's dream. Can't he just teleport her back?" I question.

"The thing is, he doesn't know this is a dream yet."

"Alright, here we go." I sigh. Rick somehow gets Mrs. Pancakes on his side of the aisle. He peers in the middle.

"Goldenfold, we're coming out! We just want to talk!" Rick stays low to the ground when peeking. Mr. Goldenfold halts his assault.

"Why would I negotiate with you?" He questions.

"Because we're both rational adults that don't want anything bad to happen. And because I have a human shield." Rick stands up, with Mrs. Pancakes in a chokehold. 

"Mrs. Pancakes, AAAAAH!" Mr. Goldenfold screams, dropping the guns and cowering down. Everyone else on the plane freaks out in a similar matter.

"Oh, no, kids. His subconscious is panicking." Rick comments, still holding onto Mrs. Pancakes. I hear one passenger scream louder than the others before the emergency door bursts open. Morty and I hold onto nearby seats as people fly out of the plane. My hair gets tugged, and I hear a scream as Morty lets go. God damn it. I let go and smash into Rick at the emergency door. We all tumble out. My arms flail around as I try to gain balance in the arm, Morty screeches before Rick slaps him. I swim in the air to get closer to Rick and Morty. Huh, I guess it does kind of have a ring to it.

"Relax, Morty. Look! Mrs. Pancakes has a parachute. Come on!" Rick points to Mrs. Pancakes, and the three of us maneuver our way over to her. Morty and I grab onto Rick. He pulls Mrs. Pancakes' parachute, and we all hang onto her.

"You don't know me." Mrs. Pancake scoffs.

"Oh, no, Rick, look! Goldenfold landed the plane, and he's created a mechanical arm to pluck Mrs. Pancakes out of the air while he lets us fall into a giant vat of lava!" Morty explains. I look at the contraption Mr. Goldenfold created. He was right. There was indeed a vat of lava and a mechanical arm he was controlling.

"Pretty concise, Morty. Looks like we've merely prolonged the inevitable." Rick immediately comes up with a plan, "That's it, Morty! Prolonging the inevitable! Listen, if we go into Mrs. Pancakes' dream, everything will go 100 times slower, Morty. That'll buy us some time to figure this out!"

"Dying in Mr. Goldenfold's dream is the last I want to do!" I yell, punching Mrs. Pancake to unconsciousness. Morty gives me a flabbergasted look.

"All right, let's go." Rick ignores my sudden aggression and grabs more dream inceptors. He inserts us into the dream of Mrs. Pancakes. We land in a sort of, sex, dungeon? 

"Oh, man, Rick, this is pretty weird." Morty looks around at the multiple different alien-type creatures. Mrs. Pancakes sits on a throne, whipping some of the alien-gremlin things.

"Don't judge Morty." Rick also stares intently at the whipping Mrs. Pancakes.

"Ohh, well I'm totally judging, and I’m not liking what I’m seeing" I smile awkwardly, kind of grossed out. I mean everyone pretty much knew he was weird anyway. Seeing it though is just, yuck.

"Okay. All right. Well Look, Mrs. Pancakes is right over there. I'll just go ask her to tell Goldenfold not to kill us when she wakes up." Morty stands up and starts to walk before getting grabbed by Rick.

"Whoa, whoa, Morty. The trick to incepting is making people think they came up with the idea." Rick pulls off his lab coat and tosses it to Morty. "Listen to me. If we're gonna incept Mrs. Pancakes, we have to blend." Rick takes his blue undershirt off. He then takes his pants off. I look away as mini-sex gremlins rush to him. "I'll talk to you after lunch." Ew, he goes off with them. Another image I will later work to erase.

"What's the plan, then?" I move closer to Morty. 

"I-I don't-" Morty is interrupted by a sex monster rubbing his arm. 

"Ooh, hey!" It greets.

"Ooh, oh! Oh, man." Morty recoils from the monster. More monsters approach us. One starts touching me too. We both get very uncomfortable for obvious reasons and run away. This is soo fucking weird. Two more get a hold of Morty and me.

"Come and join us." It asks.

"Nopenopenope, sorry no!" I push it off, and Morty does the same with his. We run before stopping in front of a large frog woman.

"Ooh, wow!" She lays in a mud bath named 'The Pleasure Pit', "Come over here, you two." 

"We're fine!" I yell out, pushing Morty away. We bump into a human, about time. Whoa, she actually looks- holy shit that's-

"Summer?!" Morty screams out. She walks closer to us, wearing this pink and black lace lingerie. 

"Hey, there, strangers." Summer leans over to us, "What do you think of these things?" She shakes her tits in our faces. It's not the first time I've seen her in underwear but never in this context. I want this entire experience erased from my brain. I cover my eyes backing away. Morty has a more verbal reaction. 

"Ohh! Oh! Gross! Gross!" He cries. I hear a thud, assuming he fell over.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's the matter with you two, kids? Calm down! You're both kind of killing the vibe in here." I hear Rick's voice, along with chains? Oh god, I don't even want to know what he is wearing.

"I-it's Summer!" Morty stutters.

"Aw, geez. Looks like Goldenfold has some predilections so shameful he buries them in the dreams of the people in his dreams, including a pervy attraction to your underage sister." Rick points out. I reopen my eyes and stand next to Rick, trying not to look at his--attire. I was right. He is wearing this gimp-type chain sex thing. Morty gets from the ground and steps next to the other side of Rick. I try to look anywhere but Rick or Summer.

"Can you blame him?" Summer crawls to us. "Come on, old man, little girl and boy. Let's make an inter-generational sandwich." She traces our bodies with her hands before pulling us together. Rick pushes her away. All of us shield ourselves, overlapping each other.

"Oh, my God. Put some clothes on for the love of God-Summer! Put some-I'm gonna puke! I swear to God I'm gonna puke!" Rick’s voice is the loudest as he backs up from her.

"Oh, my God! Put some clothes on, for Pete's sake! This is disgusting! I can't take it, Rick!" Morty’s voice is screechy as he also backs up.

"Oh, Jesus Christ! Summer-don't! Just don't do that! Please just put some clothes on! That's disgusting! This really wasn’t worth what we came for!" I yell out under the other two as I fully turn around from her. We came here for a fucking grade. I probably could just cheat for him.

Everyone around us goes quiet. A large-red-headed centaur goes in front of us. We stop our whining as he towers over us.

"Sexual hang-ups in the pleasure chamber are punishable by death! Off with their heads!" He swings his large spear at us. Rick dodges it and rolls over to the centaur.

"Time to go into another dream kids!" Rick grapples his neck, choking him out.

"Don't need to tell me twice." I cringe. Rick puts the inceptors in, and Morty and I do ours.

We drop down into a new area. The room is red, with incinerators behind us. Rick is luckily in regular clothes again.

"What the hell? Why would Mr. Goldenfold's dream version of Mrs.

Pancakes' dream version of a Centaur, be dreaming about a scary place like this, Rick?" Morty queried, looking around. The centaur stands next to us, sucking his thumb.

"Geez, I don't know, Morty. Wha-what do you want from me?" Rick crosses his arms. An annoying screeching sound catches our attention. A figure appears at the end of the corridor. 

"Welcome to your nightmare, bitch!" A weird deformed-looking Freddy Kruger charges at us, screaming.

"Oh, here we go." Rick starts to run.

"Ooohhh! Holy crap!" Morty and I scream. We run in the tight corridors of the industrially looking dream. Rick runs next to us.

"Looks like some sort of legally safe knock-off of an '80s horror character with miniature swords for fingers instead of knives." Rick clarifies as we run.

"I'm scary Terry. You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!" He yells from behind us. We continue to run around, avoiding Terry as he conveniently pops out of every corner. A girl talks in the background.

"'A, B his name is Scary Terry 'C' 'D' he's very scary." The girl echos through the area.

"Holy crap!" Morty yells as Terry jumps out at us again. I pull him up as he stumbles. "We have to escape into someone else's dreams, kids." Rick starts, and we continue running as Terry pops up in areas in front of us.

"I'm not dying over a movie knock-off!" I scream. He crawls overhead us and jumps in front of us. All of us freak out and make a sharp turn. We all locate the creepy girl singing. Rick points at her as she keeps mindlessly singing. Creepy, oh shit right, we're still being chased. 

"The little girl!" He knocks her out. We all intercept her dream. We wake up-in the same fucking dream. The girl continues to sing that stupid ass song. "Are you kidding me? This again? Oh, man, it looks like we've hit dream bedrock here, kids."

"Bedrock?! You mean there isn't any way else to go?!" I scream.

"Oh, geez, Rick. W-w-whoa, this isn't good." Morty whines.

"Nothing but fear from here on out bitch!" Terry appears next to us and we continue running.

"Holy crap! He can travel through dreams. He can travel through dreams! We're so screwed!" Rick exclaims.

"You think?!" I cry out as we continue running from him. Who knew the most stress would come from this adventure out of the rest, just because Morty happens to be a dumbass. The whole stress of the chase dies down as we exit the building. The world is very similar to the nightmare on elm street but redder, very red. Rick skids over a car into the driver's seat. I beat Morty inside, making him sit in the back without a seatbelt. Seems like he is too nervous to protest.

"What are we here for again? Incepting? We're trying to incept-"

"We're trying to intercept me to get an 'A', in math?" Morty interrupts Rick, Rick murmurs an 'oh yeah' and starts the car. Morty screeches and jumps onto me in the front. The two of us scramble as he tries to straighten himself up. Terry pokes up from the back.

"Buckle up, bitch!" Terry leans against the seat. Morty and I once again scream as we all crawl out of the car. The two of us recover quickly before following Rick as we continue to run

"Why does he say bitch so much?!" I yell.

"You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!" Terry yells behind us.

"Hold on, kids. Y-you know what? He keeps saying we can run but we can't hide?" Rick starts as we take cover next to a broken-down house. "I say we try hiding."

"But that's the opposite of what-" Morty starts.

"Yeah, well, since when are we taking this guy's advice on anything?" I nod in approval of Rick's theory, it's dumb, but this is a dream.

"Hey, you know what? You got a really good point there, Rick. Like, if the truth was that we could hide, it's not like he'd be sharing that information with us, you know? I-I-I think it's a good idea, Rick." Morty ponders.

"Worst-case scenario, we're back to running." Rick shrugs.

. . .

After around six dream hours, we traced back to Scary Terry's house due to Rick's plan actually working. We camp outside Terry's house. Apparently, he has a wife and kid as well. We stay crouched in front of the dining room window and Rick nudges the both of us. I snap back to attention.

"Kids, this is perfect. After a little scary coitus, they should be fast asleep, and then we'll intecept him." Off-topic, but he does have a pretty nice-looking house. The three of us sneak inside after they uh, have some 'coitus'. I grimace at their weird-looking bodies and the marks left all over the room. Terry flinches in his sleep.

"Looks like Scary Terry's having a nightmare." Rick prepares the inceptors. 

"Oh, boy, Rick. I can only imagine what horrible things must, you know, scare Scary Terry." Morty watches Rick and we incept Terry's dream. We watch Terry from afar. We are in a school? He went to school? What would he learn? The bell rings and a younger Terry looks up. 

"Oh, no! I'm late to class, bitch!" He shoves his locker close and looks down. "Oh, no! I'm not wearing any pants!" Terry rushes to class as other scary monster girls laugh at him. We join the class he was late for and sit behind him.

"Ah, well Mr. Terry, why don't you tell the whole class the proper wordplay to use when one is chasing one's victim through a pumpkin patch?" The teacher questions, getting into Terry's face. Monster school is weird, why is wordplay important if you're isolating your victim and killing them? Terry mumbles to himself, before answering.

"Oh, uh, um-- 'bitch.'" He answers. The class laughs as the teacher gets off of Terry's desk.

"Oh, come on, Terry. You can't think of a pun involving pumpkins, bitch?" The teacher taunts.

"Hey, leave him alone!" Morty interjects, pulling the attention towards him. 

"Yeah!" I call out, standing out of my desk chair, "You're giving him shit for no reason!"

"This is a bunch of bullcrap. Who cares what stupid pun you make when you kill someone? Why don't you let the poor guy say whatever he wants?" Rick finishes, concluding our defense for Terry. 

"Well, I never-!" The teacher stutters, looking around at the kids staring at him. "I-I see no reason to stand here and take this!" He rushes out of the class. Pussy. Morty stands out of his chair and we go next to Terry.

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself, Scary Terry." Rick rests his hand on Terry's shoulder, "You know, I mean, y-you're perfectly scary enough as it is." I grab some mysteriously convenient pants nearby and nudge Morty, handing them to him. 

"Hey, yo, Scary T, don't even trip about your pants dawg. Here's a pair on us, fool." Morty hands him the pants as I side-eye as he speaks. Why is he talking like that? 

"Aww, bitch. I don't even know what to say." Terry accepts the pants and starts putting them on.

"You don't need to say anything. We got you, dawg." Morty poses as he speaks and I try to hold in laughter. 

"You're our boy, dawg. Don't even trip" Rick puts his arm around Morty and they hug Terry. Rick too? This is so dumb. The thought makes me burst out in laughter as the dream ends. Morty punches me as we wait for Terry to wake up.

"Cool it, he is our only chance of getting out of here remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," I chirp, "just give me a second." I try to calm my smile as Terry's eyes start to open, I guess my smile meshed in with Rick and Morty as he smiles back. He sits up in bed and faces us.

"Oh, hey, it's you guys!" Terry goes on to thank us for what we've done and invites us to stay for breakfast, what a change of heart.

We sat around Terry's table after he gave each of us coffee, bleh. Melissa (his wife) approaches the table as we sit near him.

"I haven't seen him this relaxed in years." She comments.

"If you guys ever need anything, just say the word," Terry adds, resting his sword-fingered hand on Rick's shoulder. 

"As a matter of fact, Terry, there is something you could help us with," Rick responds. Thank god we're finally getting out of the dream paradox hellhole, cannot wait.

. . .

We all sit on Terry's back (uncomfortably) as he goes through each dream, killing the dreamer. We finally reach the original dream and Terry turns into a missile, launching himself at Mr. Goldenfold. This day just keeps getting better I guess.

"This is because you don't give Morty Smith good grades, bitch!" He screams, ramming into him and exploding. The dream ends and we all quickly hide behind the couch, Mr. Goldenfold bursts up in shock.

"Holy crap! Goddamn! I know one thing for sure, I'm giving Morty an 'A' in math! And that's my idea, that is an original thought!" He wanders away from the couch as we all do a trio fist bump. All of this and I could have just allowed Morty to copy off of me. Entering back into the ship we start to fly home. 

"That was a day, I can't wait to lay down and go into my 'own' dream" I sigh.

"Yeah, and now I can relax with my easy A- wait, what the hell?" Morty points outside. A squad of dogs in mechanical suits brings boxes in and out of our house, two of them watching guard. Wow, let me guess. Dad probably caused this.

"Out of the frying pan, dot, dot, dot, huh kids?" Rick says plainly. He probably predicted this the second he made that dog intelligent.

"Oh man, what's going on?" Morty questions.

"I'm assuming no one paid attention to Snuffles as he slowly became self-aware," I comment.

"Always seventy-five percent correct as usual (Y/N). Your dog possibly made modifications on the cognition amplifier, then turned on Jerry, Beth, and Summer after learning about humanity's cruel subjugation of his species, but honestly, your guess is as good as mine." Rick shrugs humbly.

"Let's go save our family then." Our conversation ends as Rick silently lands somewhere nearby. We rush to sit in the bushes behind our house. "Psst, Beth, Jerry, Summer," Rick whispers as we emerge from the bush, he pulls out a device to remove their chains. Wow, the dogs tied them to an inhumanely short leash tethered to the ground in bad temperature. Wonder where I've seen that before. Summer rushes over to us.

"Oh, thank God, Morty and (Y/N)" She hugs us, very, very tightly and I'm just going to say it now that she literally pushed our faces near her boobs and now I want to die. Morty seemed to get the same impression as he awkwardly pushed her off of us. 

"Oh, you're welcome!" He grimaces as Rick comes back over.

"All right, let's get out of here. If we hurry-" Rick takes a swig of his flask, "we can set up camp in a sewer tunnel or something before the dogs completely take over."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. We're not going anywhere." Dad protests, "This is my house. I'm not abandoning it."

"It's all over, Jerry. The dogs are on a path to total world domination. But, hey, at least they know not to piss on your carpet, right?"

"Wait a minute. I have an idea." Dad responds. Of course, he is the only person who gets an idea from the word 'piss'. If you don't know what I'm getting at, Dad's plan is to piss on their stuff. Like a dog- well, an unintelligent dog. And which- he does, then he pulls down his fucking pants and squats. I kind of root for Snuffles here as he shoves his face into his piss. Karma I would say. But who really won in this as I also saw my Dad's bare ass.

"Ooh, great plan, Jerry." Rick groans.

"Bring those two to me." Snuffles points at Morty and me as two robo dogs pull us towards him. As he sits in a lounge chair. Please don't make us the first sacrifice, please don't make us the first- "You both were always kind to me." Oh. "That's why I will leave you, Morty, with your testicles and (Y/N), with your uterus." Ew, but yay? I have no clue what's going on. "From now on, you two will be my best friends and live by my side."

"Th-thanks, Snuffles." We both stutter before sharing a knowing glance and walking to our assigned 'doggy' beds. Morty and I each sit on one side of him. Both of his robo arms reach down and pet both of us.

"Begin phase two." He orders the guard dogs, dog guards? Whatever, the world is being dominated by dogs, I had a dream about this before and it did not end well.

. . .

So, it has been months since that happened. Morty and I both now live in this luxurious building owned by Snuffles-Snowball, as he owns the world now. Morty surrounds himself with women and I sit in silence with immense guilt. Yeah, the human race a lot of times treats dogs unfairly but not all of them, and it just feels unfair to also imprison the humans who never even interacted with dogs. Luxury is kind of nice though, if only it didn't cost at humanity's expense. But, our family is also victims in this. We need to leave, it's not fair. I rush into Morty's room, I make an audible noise of disgust as he sits up in the bed shirtless, the two girls in his bed also sitting up.

"(Y-(Y/N)? What are you doing in here?! Can't you see I'm busy here?" Morty complains, I walk over to stand in front of his bed.

"Morty, we need to leave here. We can't just sit up here as royalty while everyone else is forced into slavery! Think about our family!" I fume, and he waves me off.

"Come on, our lives are so much easier now. And we can do whatever we want. Be selfish for once, not like we can do anything about it anyway." Morty dismisses. Fido, our sort of butler dog, brings a tray of drinks. "Thank you, Fido." I turn to face the dog as it gets knocked over.

"Rick!" Morty and I exclaim, one of us more enthusiastic than the other. 

"I thought you were dead!" Morty continues.

"No, no, no, I was just playing dead." Rick drops his bat. "Good news though, kids. This whole thing's gonna be over really soon."

"Yes!" I cheer.

"What? What do you mean?" Morty stares at Rick as he explains.

"It's a dream, kids. We're in your dog's dream. The night the dogs captured us, after you cried and crapped your pants, we all went to sleep. Then I used my dream inceptors to put the three of us inside Snuffles' dream." And of course, coincidentally, an object we used earlier is now the thing we used to solve the secondary problem going on.

"But it's been like a whole year!" Morty chokes, I cringe at the women still touching him while they talk.

"It's been six hours. Dreams move one one-hundredth the speed of reality, and dog time is one-seventh human time. So you know, every day here is like a minute. It's like 'Inception', Morty, so if it's confusing and stupid, then so is everyone's favorite movie."

"Aw, man." Morty sulks, "I really liked this life."

"I didn't!" I chimed in.

"Well, at least I didn't really didn't crap my pants."

"No, no, that happened before you went to sleep, Morty." Rick starts, and the women promptly start to leave him. "You're sleeping in your crap right now, that was the only real thing that-, you know, is, that you crapped your pants. I mean it's a mess, Morty." I start to audibly laugh at Morty, holy shit Morty how does that even happen. "I got some on my hands, Morty, and then I got it on the dream inceptor, and a piece fell in my mouth." Eugh, gross, still funny, but gross.

"Aw, man, geez! Seriously?" Morty exhales.

"Yeah and some even got on your sister's leg, nasty." 

"What?!" I yell as I feel the smile drain from my face, Rick cuts me off.

"Look, d-d-d-don't worry about it, Morty." Rick sits on the bed and ignores my panicking. "Here, here, take these, Morty. Take these." Rick hands Morty a series of pills and Morty takes them. "You two (Y/N)." Rick grabs more for me to take. I hold them in my hand but don't take them. Morty fucking got shit on me.

"Are these pills supposed to wake me up, or something?" Morty asks.

"Close. It's gonna make your kidneys shut down." Oh well, sucks to be him I guess. 

"What?!" Morty shouts, and Rick holds him before turning to me, "Same with you, y-you both gotta take it." 

"Uh, no. I'm not taking some kidney failure medicine. Morty's the one who shit everywhere, so he has to pay for that." I protest.

"Fair enough, Morty, don't worry. It's necessary for the plan, don't even trip dawg."

. . .

Rick(in a robo dog disguise), Snowball, and I stand around pale unconscious Morty on a medical table. I know this is technically fake and stuff but it's still unnerving to see Morty dying like that.

"It's pretty bad, emperor Snowball. We're gonna need to do another operation." Rick diagnoses. 

"Anything," Snowball puts his robo arm on Morty, "anything for my precious Morty." An Accountant Dog enters the room.

"Sir, as your accountant, I must advise you that these medical expenses are putting you in serious financial jeopardy. You could lose your kingdom." One of the other workers walks up to Snowball.

"To hell with my kingdom Bean Counter!" Snowball pushes all of the papers out of the dog's arms, he holds Morty with his. "I would trade it all for my human's health, and happiness."

"Do you think they would have done this for us?" The dog asks.

"We are not them!" Snowball pauses, I can almost see the mental resolve as he whispers. "We are not them."

. . .

The whole family stands outside of the animal shelter, dogs walk in a line into a portal as Snowball stands in front of us. The shit thing has been resolved if you were curious. That’s all I'm gonna say.

"Taking over the human's world will lead to nothing but more heartbreak, more cruelty. Instead, we will go to a new world and colonize it with a society of intelligent dogs, one that will not make the same mistakes as humanity and one where pet insurance will be mandatory." 

"We're going to miss you, Snowball." I smile.

"You can call me Snuffles, (Y/N). And I'm going to miss both of you two, very much." He walks up to us and we embrace him, Snuffles licks both of our heads before leaving through the portal. I ignore Dad's crying as Morty and I break off to stand with Rick. 

"Wow, who knew dreams had such an impact. And to think if that never happened we would be living in that world right now." I whistle.

"Yeah, but a whole world populated by intelligent dogs. I wonder what it'll be like." Morty speculates.

"I think it will be great, Morty. You know it could be developed in-into a very satisfying project for people of all ages. I mean, I'd watch it, Morty, for at least 11 minutes a pop. You know, may-maybe they'll do it board-driven." Rick rambles.

"You know, that's a real comforting idea, Rick."

"Is it though?" I remark.

"What do you know, Morty?" Rick sighs and shakes his head, "What do you know?"

"This is great and all, but can we go home now? I'm hungry." I announce. Everyone seems to hum in agreement as we go home and eat dinner at the table. 

"So that happened." Mom starts, cutting into her food. "Anything anyone wants to say?"

"That we should never get a dog, or any type of pet in that matter, especially one with advanced intelligence." I begin.

"Well yeah, but at least I got to see Dad cry like a baby" Summer snickers.

"Hey! It was a very emotional moment, excuse you!" Dad pouts, sinking down slightly in his chair.

"That was pretty funny to see." I chuckle. 

"L-like you didn't cry your eyes out once we got inside." Morty points out. I feel my face flush as everyone turns to me.

"Pfft- Naah, I didn't-crying? Me? Never." I hastily shove more food in my mouth so I would shut up. 

"Come on Morty. We all know you were the one to cry the most, t-that's why your shower took four minutes longer than usual today." Rick keeps his focus on his food as he talks. I grin at Morty, mainly because of how Rick covered for me. 

"Huh?! Are you timing the time it takes for me to shower?" Morty rises defensively.

"I don't know, Morty. Maybe I'm not, maybe I am. No need to pass the blame around, geez." Rick gets up from the table. "I'm heading to the garage, see ya." Morty springs up from his chair.

"What?! Rick! You can't just drop a bomb like that and-" Morty's voice drowns out as he follows Rick to the garage. The rest of us at the table slightly shrug and continue eating. Just a regular day with the Smith family.

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Gridball Jerseys and Cigarettes

Sebastian x Alex

☆ Chapter One ☆

Hey guys and welcome to my latest fic! It is a multiple chapter fic! I don't know how long it will be just yet, and I don't know the update schedule as of right now. I'm really excited about this and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Alex has had a crush on Sebastian ever since they were kids. Their friendship fell apart, but Alex is determined to fix it. Will their relationship work? Or is it doomed to fail due to Alex's Grandfather's strict views?

Word count: 1,686 words (sorry for the short chapter, it just ended naturally at this length)

Warnings: Weed use, implied suicide, parental death, implied homophobic slurs, OC farmer

Sebastian was weird. Always wearing black, tattoos on his hands and a face full of piercings when he put on his concerts. His nails were always painted black, and his pierced ears always had a black plug in. A cigarette was always in between his lips. He was weird, bad news, the kind of guy your mama warned you about.

Or at least that's what Alex kept trying to tell himself. 

In reality, Sebastian was sweet, polite, and had a laugh that was infectious. He didn't laugh often, but when he did? The sound was magical. Alex always wished he could be the one making Sebastian laugh, the one making his lips quirk into a lopsided smile.

Alex could pretend that he wanted this out of a need for friendship. He could pretend that he wanted friends who weren't girls, weren't men ten years older than him. But it just wasn't true.

He wanted these things out of a different need.

It had started when he was a kid, seeing Sebastian sitting on the swings by himself at recess. Alex had felt bad, but another boy approached the noirette. A blonde boy with a friendly grin. And at his approach, the seemingly lonely boy looked elated. His face lit up, eyes bright.

Alex had felt a strange swooping sensation in his gut when he saw that look. He didn't know what it meant, but ever since that moment, he couldn't help but seek out that boy with his eyes.

He learned the boy's name when he was tossing a gridball with his friend, and accidentally nailed the poor kid in the head.

"Sebastian!" the blonde boy cried out.

Alex stuttered out an apology, but Sebastian glared at him and stormed off. His guts twisted, and he felt a pang in his heart. Alex nearly abandoned his game to chase after Sebastian, but felt that might be strange.

A week after this incident, Alex and his mom came to Pelican Town to visit his grandparents. Usually they would come to the neighboring town to visit Alex, but his mom had insisted on coming here. It took ten minutes before Alex caught sight of him.

Sebastian was sitting by the river, feet dipping into the cool water. The blonde boy from school sat near him, showing off the wheels on the heels of his new shoes.

Did they live here?

Sebastian caught sight of Alex and frowned. Terrified, Alex darted back into his grandparents house, heart beating fast. Was Sebastian remembering the gridball incident? 

Luckily, that didn't seem to be the case. The town was small and Alex couldn't avoid him forever. He learned the blonde boy was named Sam, and they decided it would be fun to wander through the forest together. Alex couldn't believe his luck.

They even started hanging out at school. Elementary school went by in a breeze, and the three boys were overjoyed when they learned they would all be going to the same middle school.

But then Alex's life flipped upside down.

His grandmother showed up at the school, and Alex was called out of class.

"She was…sick," his grandmother said. "This…sickness…caused her to have to go to the hospital. She's with Yoba now, Alex. She's not sick anymore."

His grandmother's words barely registered. Alex's mother, the one constant in his life, was gone. Dead. Never coming back. It wasn't until years later that he learned about depression, the "sickness" his mother had.

Alex didn't cry, not once. He was too numb, too shut off. He took off that year of school, trying to heal. His grandparents took him in, uprooting him from everything he knew, bringing him to a new town.

Sebastian and Sam tried to visit, tried to help. But Alex shut them out, occasionally lashing out at their attempts to cheer him up. Their friendship became strained, and eventually dissolved.

He watched Sam and Sebastian grow into the men they were from a far. His grandfather however, did not approve of them. He used cruel words to describe them, throwing in a slur every now and then. Alex's grandmother was distressed by these words, but you could only tell that from her expressions. She never said a word.

Alex met a nice girl in town named Haley. She was beautiful, but didn't come close to Sebastian. Her lips were plump and soft, but anytime Alex looked, he immediately thought of Sebastian's mouth. He wondered what those piercings would feel like if Sebastian kissed him.

Alex's grandfather seemed to approve of Haley, and always asked when Alex would finally grow up and ask her out. Eventually, Alex finally did, but was turned down.

"I don't like guys," she had said, eyes challenging him to say something rude.

"Oh," Alex said. "I guess we can check out girls together!"

Haley had laughed, and it wasn't long before Alex confided his deepest secret to her.

"I think I like Sebastian," he had said quietly, watching Haley take a picture of a cute rabbit.

"Really?" Haley had said, thrilled.

"Yeah. I think I have for like, years. I dunno." Alex said, shrugging.

"Are you gonna tell him?" Haley asked.

"Haley, I don't even know if he likes guys," Alex said, exasperated. At the look on Haley's face, he frowned.

"What's that look?" he asked.

"Sebastian is bi," she said. "I thought everyone knew that!" She whipped out her phone and began texting furiously. Her phone dinged a few seconds after she put it down, and she giggled when she read the message.

"Who're you texting?" Alex asked.

"Oh, Emily and I are making fun of you for thinking for even a second that Sebastian is straight."

Alex glared daggers at her, and Haley cackled. But it kind of made sense. Alex thought those slurs his grandfather said were based on simple appearance, but maybe that wasn't the case. He suddenly felt angry. 

"My grandpa says…things…about Sebastian and Sam," Alex admitted. "But I didn't realize he knew."

Haley made a sound like an angry cat. "George is an ass," she said furiously. "I wish I was surprised by the fact that he said that."

Alex nodded. His grandfather was an ass, he couldn't deny it. He tried to ignore it though. George and Evelyn were the only family members he had left. He couldn't lose them.

Making the decision not to tell Sebastian was an easy one. They weren't on bad terms, but they never hung out. It was easy to avoid him, easy to pretend he felt nothing. 

That is, it was easy until the new farmer showed up.

His name was Léo, and he had moved into the rundown farm at the edge of town. Supposedly his grandfather Davíd had left it to him, and Léo had decided to move in.

Alex wouldn't have given him much thought normally. But he couldn't help but notice how close the new farmer was getting to Sebastian. He was getting equally as close to Sam and Abigail, but Alex didn't notice that. 

Léo was making Sebastian laugh. Léo was catching frogs in the rain with Sebastian. Léo was going over to Sebastian's house and hanging out with him. Alone. In his room. Alex had to shoo unpleasant thoughts out of his head when he had first heard about Léo's visits. 

"You are so jealous," Haley had said one day, watching Alex pout as Sebastian and Léo walked past the ice cream stand.

"Am not," Alex mumbled.

"Looks like "denial" isn't just a river in Egypt," Haley said in a sing-song voice.

"That was bad and you should feel bad," Alex said, rolling his eyes.

"Doesn't make it any less true," she fired back. "But I think if you paid closer attention, you'd see that Léo is not your competition."

"What?" Alex asked, confused.

"I was visiting Leah–"

"Nice," Alex said with a grin, making Haley blush.

"Shut up asswipe," she said, but a smile gave her away. "As I was saying, I was visiting Leah, and we happened to pass by Marnie's place. Marnie was outside talking to Mayor Lewis, and I overheard her saying that Léo keeps making "sad cow eyes" at Sam, and that they need to hurry up and get together already."

"Sad cow eyes…?"

"You'd understand if you looked at Léo while he stares at Sam. It's ridiculous. Honestly, I think he got close to Sebastian in order to get close to Sam."

"Oh," Alex said, looking shocked.

"I really think you should at least start talking to Sebastian, even if you don't tell him your feelings right away," Haley said. "I think you'll feel better."

It took about a month before Alex finally walked up to Sebastian, determined to speak to him. The man was smoking, but it wasn't a cigarette. Alex wrinkled his nose.

"That's not a cigarette," he said bluntly. He internally cursed himself. What kind of shit opener was that?

"No shit," Sebastian said, amused. Alex swallowed thickly at the tiny smile that graced Sebastian's lips.

"What is it?"

Sebastian finally looked up at Alex, his face neutral, but his eyebrows raised. "Are you serious? You don't know what this is?"

"Way to make a guy feel dumb," Alex said looking down and kicking the dirt.

"Don't feel dumb, I was just surprised. It's weed," Sebastian said. "You want a hit?" he asked, offering the joint.

"Oh um…I've never smoked anything before," Alex said. "How do I…?"

Sebastian paused, and then smiled. "Let's try something simple," he said. "I'm gonna take a hit, and then I want you to open your mouth."

Alex was confused, but did as asked. When his mouth opened, his heart began to race. Sebastian was leaning in. He was close, too close! Alex's brain nearly shut off as Sebastian opened his mouth as well, their lips so close to touching.

Slowly, Sebastian breathed the smoke into Alex's mouth. He pulled away, and Alex knew his face was burning.

"I uh…I gotta go…" Alex said, flustered. "But um. We should hang out sometime!"

"Sure," Sebastian said, and winked at him. "See you 'round."

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[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Limits

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie meets with Tilly again to talk about what working for him would exactly involve.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 2264 Chapter: 17/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent, mentions of hard and soft limits (masturbation, oral sex, degradation, bondage, choking, anal sex, anal fisting, dildos/plugs, piss play, group sex)

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 16 / Part 1 / Masterpost

The next morning Tyler cooked breakfast, all the while complaining as usual about how ‘early’ Frankie had to get up. He chuckled as Tyler once again tried to pitch working with him and how Frankie would be able to set his own schedule. Each of them danced around the elephant in the room until Tyler set the pancakes in front of them.

“So,” Tyler began, pointing his fork at Frankie as the bleary-eyed former pilot started to eat. “I’ve slept on it, and here’s what I think. Like I said last night. I can’t shit on this or you doing any sex work without coming off as a massive asshole. I’m a fucking sex worker. I have a job booked in a couple of weeks with some guys. I have sex with other men all the time.”

“Good to know.” Frankie interjected sardonically, chewing his food and throwing Tyler a wink when the younger man frowned at Frankie’s words.

“My point is,” Tyler playfully scowled as he continued, “that the sex part isn’t the problem for me. Yeah, I’ll be jealous, but it’s not like you love the guy. It’s just sex.”

“The problem is who it is.” Frankie nodded.

“Yeah. Tilly’s rep is bad. I know he’s a loan shark, but I’m guessing that’s the tip of the iceberg Frank.”

“I’d never heard of him before this.” Frankie admitted. “But yeah, he’s obviously into some shady shit. That’s what I want to talk to him about today. I want a promise to keep me out of his other business.”

“When are you gonna talk to him?”

“After work. I just need to let him know when and where. In fact…” Frankie pulled out his phone. “I’ll text him now.”

[It’s Frankie Morales. Are we still on for today? Same time & place as yesterday?]

“All right.” Tyler finished his breakfast, collecting Frankie’s empty plate as he passed. “I’ll let you get to work. I’m gonna head home and go back to bed; it’s too fucking early, man. Let me know how it goes, ok?”

“I will.” After planting a kiss on Tyler’s lips, Frankie watched as the younger man left, heading for his car. Then Frankie finished getting ready before gathering his stuff for the day ahead.

Tilly didn’t text back until halfway through Frankie’s lunch hour. His phone buzzed in his pocket, making him jump as he fumbled to fish it out. Frowning, Frankie read the message.

[Yup! Made some notes re: our last conversation. But I was wondering if you’d like to come to my home? I can show you the cars, and it’ll be more comfortable than storage sheds.]

Tilly wanted him to go to his house? That was a big step. 

Frankie chewed thoughtfully on his food as he considered this offer. On the one hand, Tilly would have the advantage if he wanted to try anything. On the other, if he accepted the job, he’d be working there, so he may as well get the lay of the land. It made a certain kind of sense, but it wasn’t without danger. Frankie still didn’t know enough about Tilly to trust him fully. But then again, he’d been around the guy when drugged. If Tilly wanted to hurt him, he’d already had ample opportunity. 

[Ok. Send me your address and I’ll drive over after I’ve finished work.]

By the time he’d finished his lunch, Tilly had sent over his address, and Frankie had Googled it. It was in a nice part of town and looked pretty big from the aerial view. Tilly had obviously done well for himself, although Frankie still hadn’t figured out what he did as his legitimate business. Tidying up after his lunch Frankie tried to mentally prepare himself for the meeting later as he headed back to work.

After finishing for the day, Frankie went home to quickly shower before heading over to the address Tilly had sent him. As he pulled up, Frankie got his first look at Tilly’s home, and he had to admit it was gorgeous.

Set back from the road behind a pair of large iron gates, the house was barely visible from the street. As the gates opened for him, Frankie was able to drive up the short winding driveway toward the house. Pulling up outside, Frankie was met with a two-story house with sleek, clean lines with bright wood paneling. There were only a couple of windows visible from the front, both on the second floor. From this angle, the house looked like a large wooden block with a set of frosted glass double doors that swung open as Frankie killed his engine. 

Locking up his truck, Frankie was met at the door by Tilly beaming at him in a pair of blue sweatpants and a tight black vest showing off his muscular arms. 

“Great to see you again!” Tilly held the door open for Frankie to go inside. “Would you like something to drink, Frankie? I have tea and coffee, or would you like something cooler? I have beer or lemonade.”

Inside was a small entranceway that opened into a large sitting area with huge floor-to-ceiling windows that dominated the far wall. Off to the right were a set of stairs going up, while to the left was an impressive kitchen. Tilly darted into the kitchen, pulling out a couple of glasses and glancing back at Frankie.

“Beer? Lemonade?”

“Lemonade is fine.” Frankie shrugged, not wanting to drink alcohol at the first meeting in case he needed his wits about him.

“Take a seat, and I’ll bring it over.”

Frankie nodded and headed over to the lounge. A massive white leather L-shaped sofa occupied most of the space in the room, wrapping itself around the area. A large panel tv hung on the wall above a sleek metal fireplace that seemed to be the focal point, flanked on either side by massive windows. Frankie could see a cozy seating area and a pristine-looking lawn through the windows.

Sitting down on the plush sofa, Frankie started taking in the details. Although the space looked clean and minimalist, tiny personal touches were everywhere. A large bookcase was packed full of books, both paperback and hardcover, as well as small picture frames. While there was no art on the walls, there were pops of color everywhere to contrast the stark white. Sheer navy blue curtains framed the huge windows, the shag pile rug was a sandy shade of beige, and the sofa cushions were patterned with navy and gold. 

“Here.” Tilly returned, handing Frankie a cool glass of lemonade and pulling over a small glass coffee table. “So, shall we make small talk or cut the bullshit and dive straight in?”

Frankie couldn’t stop himself from smiling at Tilly’s joke. “Why don’t we just get to this?”

“All right.” Tilly nodded, setting down his glass. “I’ve given some thought to what you said about rules and came up with a list of things I would like to do with you so we can rule things out if needed. What about you? Do you have a list for me? Hard and soft limits?”

“Yes.” Frankie took a sip. “Firstly though, I wanna make sure I don’t have anything to do with your, um, your business. I’ll fix your cars, I’ll fuck you, but I’m not gonna work as a hired thug.”

Tilly’s eyebrows shot up, but he smiled all the same. “Blunt. But fair enough. I understand your concern. My business is, well, my business. Not yours and I give you my word you won’t be involved.”

“All right then.” Frankie took another mouthful before putting the lemonade on the table. “Do you want me to just list them or…?”

“Oh!” Tilly stood up and headed to the bookcase to grab a pad and pen. “You’re right. I should have this down. That way, we can revisit it when needed. Go ahead.”

“Ok, soft limits.” Frankie thought for a moment. “Well, to start with, I guess degradation is ok, but only if it’s just us. I don’t know if we’ll do group stuff, but if we do… please, no degradation. And I don’t mind being called a slut but don’t ever call me a whore.”

Tilly furiously scribbled down Frankie’s words. “Got it. Anything else?”

“I’ve never done any bondage, so I’m a little… um…” Frankie stumbled over his words. “I don’t know you that well, so…”

“I understand completely.” Tilly looked up from his notes. “We can talk about that once you’re more comfortable around me. What about light bondage? Not tying you up, but something like nipple clamps or a cock cage?”

“That’s fine.” Frankie nodded. “Light spanking is fine too, but no hard impact play.”

“Hands only.” Tilly looked up at Frankie, smiling. “I’m not really into spanking, to be honest. Is that all the soft limits?”

“I’m open to being blindfolded, some roleplay and sounding.” Frankie racked his brain but then shook his head. “That’s all l I can think of right now.” 

“Soft limits can be revisited as we try new things.” Tilly drew a line under the list he had written, then poised the pen to begin taking notes again. “Hard limits? Things you absolutely won’t do.” 

“No choking. I don’t want anything round my neck. Not your hands or a cord, nothing. So no breath play either.” Frankie wrung his hands. “Nothing to do with animals or animal roleplay. I’m not gonna eat out of a fucking dog bowl for you. No needles, no guns, no knives. Piss is fine, but no scat or blood. And it goes without saying, but no drugs.”

“Got it.” Tilly finished his notes and then underlined each one. Looking up at Frankie, Tilly looked almost sympathetic. “Frankie, I don't know what kind of guys you’ve been with in the past or who Gavin was renting you out to, but I don't want to hurt you. I will never do anything to physically hurt you; I don’t get off on that.”

“So, what do you want to do with me?” Frankie grabbed his lemonade again and took a big mouthful.

“Well, what I would consider basic stuff, really.” Tilly shrugged. “Anal, oral, masturbation. You know I like to fist you. You already mentioned degradation. I might make you display yourself for me, but nothing public. The rest is plugs, dildos, edging, piss play, and maybe some group stuff now and again.”

“That all sounds simple enough.” Frankie nodded, taking it all in. “Is… is this what we used to do together?”

“Yes.” Tilly looked guilty at the mention of his prior times with Frankie, and Frankie couldn’t help feeling a little satisfaction at that. “Lots of oral, cum eating, anal, then I’d fist you. Wide, not deep. Like I said, we never did anything you didn’t like.”

Frankie rolled his eyes and drained his glass. “I want a safe word too.”

“Naturally. Do you have one?”

“January.” Frankie answered immediately. He’d been using the same safe word since his twenties, making it ingrained in his mind. “So, I think that’s everything.”

“Not quite.” Tilly set the pad and pen down next to his lemonade. “This part is a little, shall we say, delicate. I’m not going to beat around the bush, though. I know you’re in a, well, a relationship with Tyler Jansen, an up-and-coming online porn star. Now, I’m not going to tell you that you can’t have a boyfriend, but he might not be very understanding of our arrangement.”

“I’ve already talked to him about this.” Frankie frowned. So Tilly knew about Tyler? Of course, he did. “So long as you can promise me I won’t be a part of any other part of your organization, then we’re both fine with this arrangement.”

“Organization? You make me sound like a crime boss.” Tilly laughed. “But if you’ve already spoken to him, then I think we’re done for the day. Unless you’d like to stay the night?”

Frankie hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. “I still have work tomorrow. I’ll have to talk to my boss and hand my notice in before I start working for you.”

“So you’ll take the job?” Tilly looked overjoyed. 

“I wanna run everything from today past Tyler, but yeah, I think so.” Frankie stood up, with Tilly leading him back to the front door. “I’ll let you know when I’ve spoken to my boss so I can give you a start date.”

“But I haven’t shown you the cars yet.” Tilly smirked, holding the door open. “Why don't you come over this weekend? Have a look at the cars and start your extra duties early.”

Frankie paused for a fraction of a second before nodding, swallowing hard as he shook Tilly’s hand and got back into his truck. Setting off back home, Frankie shifted in his seat. 

He had lied. 

He didn’t know why he told Tilly he would go over it with Tyler. He was taking the job. He knew that now. 

From the moment he’d started talking about sex acts and what they would and wouldn’t be doing, he had felt his dick twitch. Even as Tilly briefly spoke about what they’d done together, he’d felt his arousal growing. They were going to fuck this weekend after viewing the cars, and Frankie was concerned how much he was looking forward to it. Even though thoughts of Tyler and his beautiful soulful eyes and goofy smile made him feel guilty, he still shivered at the thought of Tilly’s cock in him. 

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