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[luimagines]

Visitors From Another World Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part two will include Wind, Sky and Four.

Wind’s character was very nicely given to me by @thesoftieanon​

Content under the cut!

Wind

Wind was walking away from the group to catch his breath and get some time to himself when he found them.

He screamed when they collided. He fell backwards and crawled as far away as he could from the being.

They were... strange, to say the least.

They were at least six feet tall, covered in stars that peaked out of the black abyss of their skin. They didn’t have any other discernable features aside from the idea that they were standing on two legs and had two arms. One arm was crossed over their body, holding what Wind had to assume was their other arm, which was bleeding. There was a patch of silver blood under their hand.

Wind coughed, waiting them attack him. They seemed to be waiting for him to do the same. Slowly, he stood up, noting how they seemed to follow his movements with great interest.

He puts his hand sup, showing that he meant peace, ignoring his earlier outburst.

“Uh... Hello...” He speaks after a beat. “My name is Link....I never seen your kind before. Do you live nearby?”

They take a step back, holding their injury tighter. “Giblighi, namaan-oblian.”

“Uh-oh.” Wind winces. Language barrier. That’s going to be a problem.

“Wind!” Hyrule comes out of the bushes. “We heard you scream. What is- what is that?!”

Hyrule’s hand drops the hilt of his blade, jumping in front of Wind without a moments hesitation.

Wind also jumps, but he grabs Hyrule’s hand, stopping him from taking out his weapon. The creature in front of them warbles and shrinks away, showing sings of fear and concern.

Wind shakes his head as fast as he can. “Hyrule, no! They’re hurt! Can you help them?”

Hyrule’s jaw dropped. “Do you know them?” 

“Well... no.” Wind pauses. “But they don’t speak hylian. The least we can do is help them.”

Hyrule drops his hand, eyeing the creature with suspicion. He takes a few steps forward. The creature warbles again. The stars on their skin move with their vocalizations. They appear to shine brighter for a moment, like they were pulsating with the sound, but they shimmer back down.

Hyrule holds up a hand and mutters the spell under his breath. His palm glows for a moment before he lets it drop.

Wind comes around. If he looks close enough, he thinks he can recognize some of the stars from his maps and the sky he studied as he sailed across the Great Sea. “Cool...”

Wind steps closer. The creature was too busy poking their arm and looking at the spot where the nonexistent injury resided. They were fully healed.

They both looked at Wind and Hyrule before they shifted to look like a mix of the two of them. They took Hyrule’s hair, boots and bracers. They took Wind’s face and clothes. They smile. “Frekletka.”

Wind and Hyrule share a look. “...I don’t think they’re going to be leaving any time soon.”

“I don’t either.” 

Sky

“So...” Sky keeps the Master Sword pointed a head of him, not taking his eyes off of the being in front of him for a moment. “You’re not here to eat us all?”

“Why would I do that? Humans are too gummy for my taste anyway.” 

Sky frowns. That’s not exactly a better answer than he would have accepted.

The being appeared bug like in nature. Multiple limbs and multiple eyes. Who was he kidding? The bottom half looked like a massive skulltula while the top half of them looked like a human. Minus the extra arms and extra pairs of eyes. Sky couldn’t tell if they had eight eyes or if they had six eyes and the smaller black dots were their nostrils, but it was enough to be off putting.

Sky doesn’t lower the sword.

They click their tongue and cross a pair of arms. “I’m kidding, of course. I’m vegetarian.”

The sword stays.

“....Can I get a lawyer?”

“What’s a lawyer?” Sky finally drops the blade an inch. If anything, he’d feel better if someone else would come back and tell him what exactly he’s looking at. Otherwise, he has no reason to trust this person and he also has all the reason to attack them.

If the blood on his cheek has anything to say about it anyway. He struck first.

“Can I at least know where I am?” They try again, teetering the line of impatience. 

“Hyrule.” Sky raises an eyebrow. Hyrule’s a pretty big place from what he’s been told. It’s strange that they wouldn’t know that.

“Wow!” Legend rushes to his side, also drawing his weapon. “What the heck? Sky! Are you ok? Don’t answer that, you’re bleeding.”

“I did apologize-”

“I’ve never seen someone like you before.” Legend pushes a little closure to Sky’s side. 

They deadpan. “I believe you humans call my kind Driders.”

“...No we don’t.” Legend frowns, feeding into Sky’s unease. “We don’t have your kind here.”

“I’ve gathered that quite quickly.” The drider gestures to Sky with a lazy hand. “Before I knew it, we struck each other and have been in a standstill since. I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Samuel. Yours?”

The two of them share a look before they slowly, begrudgingly lower their guard. Sky finally puts the Master Sword down. “We have the same name. Link. But I’ve been going by Sky and he’s been going by Veteran or Legend, he responds to both.”

“The others are never going to believe this.” Legend chokes on his breath. “The Old Man is goin to kill us.”

“Your leader, I presume?” Samuel takes a few steps closer. “I’d like the meet them, then. And finally get some answers.”

Sky pouts, using the back of his hand to wipe the last of the blood on his cheek. “Fine. Just know that everyone is going to freak out for a while.”

“I gathered that. How many of you are there?”

“Nine.”

“Fun.”

Four

Four wasn’t sure what to think of them.

They had, quite literally, popped into existence, scaring half of them, before b-lining towards Warrior and shoving a brown paper covered box into his chest.

“Lana and Cia send their regards, naturally.” They grinned. “And I get to be the carrier pigeon!”

Warrior didn’t seem surprised, or impressed. “Thank you. Happy to still have their support.”

It was the most sarcastic Four’s ever heard him. But there was a smile on his face, so maybe it wasn’t really directed towards this new person. 

Four managed to get a good look at them while Warrior opened the box. They looked like Cia... and Lana. Granted, when Four had met the two, it was made known to him that they were once the same person. Hence the high resemblance.

That didn’t explain this new person though.

But they were very pretty, Four notices.

You say something else, but Four misses it. Warrior laughs at it though. “I don’t know what you had in your world. But we don’t do that here.”

“Well it sounds like you’re a bunch of sticks in the mud.” They cross their arms with a small smirk. “Should I worry about the guy who can’t take his eyes off of me or should I wait until he makes a move?”

Four pales and shuffles on his feet. “Sorry.”

They turn to him and wink. “Don’t worry about it. I heard that I missed you guys when you visited the two terrible twins-”

“Don’t call Lana that-”

“-But I’m here now!” They strike a pose with a small peace sign by their eye. “And feel free to ignore whatever Mr. Soggy Soaks over here has to say about me-”

“They’re a menance-!”

“-But I promise that I’m sure cool and stuff and I’ll be coming around from now on since the other two love to gossip but can’t exactly leave their temple right now.”

Four snorts, watching Warrior grow more and more exasperated with being ignored and talked over. But within seconds, Warrior wraps his arm around their shoulders and pins him with a stare.

Four tilts his head, trying to not come off as intimidated as it looks.

“They don’t eat bread with crust.” He says.

“Hey! I told you! That’s just back home! I have no other option here!” They freak out.

“Taylor, you said it yourself that you still don’t eat it.” Warrior frowns.

Four is thrown for a loop. Is there another way to eat it?

“You don’t eat the handles, Link! We’ve talked about this!”

“It’s wasteful! Not if you keep eating them for me!”

“I can’t-...You know what? Fair.” Warrior holds his hand sup in surrender.

Four can’t help but want to be included in the conversation. “Taylor...”

The name feels weird on his tongue but it catches their attention regardless. They grin. “You’re a fast learner.”

“...Warrior said you com from another world?”

They snort. “Oh yeah. This isn’t even my original body. Lana made it for me because I was stuck in Cia’s head for the longest time.”

Four blinks, staring ahead. “...How?”

“It’s a long story.”

“That we don’t have time for.” Warrior starts to push them away. “Ok! Thank you for stopping by! Send my regards as well! Don’t come back and embarrass me again!”

“Not on your life!” They laugh, waving to the group as whole. They then point to Four with a mischievous grin. “We’ll talk more later.”

Then just as fast as they appeared, they left, but with a promise with return.

Warrior groans. “Great. Don’t me wrong, they’re a good person. But they love making my life more difficult.”

“Then we’ll get along just fine.” Legend snorts.

“That’s what worries me.”

“I liked them.” Four smiles. He can’t wait to ask them about everything. 

Part 3

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[darkbluekies]

Cat & Mouse

Mafia!yandere x fem reader x female!mafia!yandere

Summary: Jerry decides to take you from her rival, and Silas decides to take you back, creating a cat and mouse game where you're nothing more than a prize in their game.

Warnings: kidnapping, cutting, arson, knives, possessive behaviors, obsessive behavior, corpses, yandere, car crashes, mentions of broken bones, rope, bruises, guns, choking

Word count: 5.3k

[I wrote this a year ago, so I apologize if it's not as good! This was originally written in 3d person and Jerrys character was a man, so please excuse the errors I couldn't see during editing!!]

Jerry is humming for herself as she makes her way through Silas’s house. It’s in the middle of the night and she can’t sleep. Why not bother her rival? She struts around, looking for her dear rival. The men in his house are dead, Jerry’s men have made sure of that. Jerry walks upstairs. 

“Silas~”, she sings, spinning the gun on her fingers. “Where are you?”

No answer. 

“He doesn’t seem to be home, ma’am”, one of Jerry’s men says. "Must be out on a mission."

Jerry opens Silas’s bedroom door and walks in. She turns on the lamp, looking at the bed. There is someone lying in the bed, but it’s not the man Jerry’s searching for. It’s a woman tied to the bedpost. 

“Oh?” Jerry says in shock. 

She walks over to the girl, sitting down on the bed beside her. She meets your terrified eyes. Jerry lets her eyes wander over your body. You’re not visibly hurt which means that Silas must be fond of you. And for the situation you appear to be in, you’re not very fond of him. Bingo. Jerry needs to take you.

"W-Who are you?" you cry out.

Jerry can't help but think it sounds beautiful. Normally, she finds girls in fear annoying, but there's something mesmerizing about you.

“Be quiet”, Jerry says. “I’m going to untie you and you’re going to come with me. I’ll help you away from here.”

“D-Do you promise?”

“Yes. I’ll help you away from this bad man. You'll never see him again.”

She’ll make sure Silas never sees his precious little prisoner again. She unties you and helps you stand, holding her hand on your back, pushing you with her. Jerry’s worker looks at her with a weird glance in his eyes. Jerry sends him a stern gaze before directing her eyes down to you.

"Come with me quietly", she says, taking out her gun. "I don't know if there are any guards still alive. We don't need to get them here. I need you alive."

You grab  her arm, not wanting your savior to leave you. Jerry looks down at your hand in confusion before meeting your scared eyes. Her brain goes blank before she grabs your hand in hers and starts walking. Her heart jumps.

You make your way out to the car. Jerry helps you into the backseat. She sits down beside you, gun still in his hand. The man in the driver's seat starts the engine.

"Where are we going?" you ask weakly. "Can I go home?"

"You can't go home", Jerry says, tilting her head to the side with a smirk. "Two reasons. I need you to piss Silas off and you're kinda cute. I don't know if I want to let you go home."

You suddenly realize that who you just saw as a savior doesn't seem to be a hero after all. What if she's another villain?

"B-But…"

Jerry cuts you off. "Just rest. It's in the middle of the night. I'll wake you up when we get home. What's your name?"

"I don't feel comfortable telling you…"

Jerry puts the gun to your throat.

"Y/N."

"Cute name. I'm Jerry."

The car stops outside a house. It's different from Silas’. You can’t tell how though, it just different.

"Get out", Jerry says.

You do as she says, too scared to do anything else. The voice in your head is screaming at you to run, but you can’t. She’s right behind you with the gun in her hand. She leads you into her house, gun visible. 

“Stand still, Y/N”, Jerry says and goes to get a knife. “I’m going to do something.”

“PLease don’t hurt me!” you beg. 

“I’m not going to hurt you … a lot.”

Her men hold you still as she cuts a quick cut on your cheek. You scream in both pain and shock. The woman cleans the blood on her black clothes. 

"Come here", she says, bringing you into his arms. "Don't worry about that evil man. I'm here now."

Jerry takes you up to the bedroom and runs her hand through her shoulder length black hair. 

“I’m not going to tie you to the bed or lock the door”, Jerry says. “But I’d advise you to stay here. I can’t guarantee what you’ll see if you leave.”

“Let me go home”, you plead.

“Let’s compromise. If you go to sleep and actually sleep for the rest of the night, I’ll answer every question you have tomorrow. Good enough? Nothing is going to hurt you as long as you stay in this room. I promise you that.”

“Alright …”

What other choice do you have? You don't want to get hurt. You need to be healthy and alert if you want to be able to run and fight back. Jerry fixes the bed for you and watches how you lay down. To your surprise, she tucks you in before leaving the room. Right on time, her phone rings. She can see Silas’s name pop up on the screen. 

Brilliant. 

“Silas”, she says. 

“Why are you always messing around with my fucking stuff?!” Silas groans. 

“Because it’s fun, old man.”

“Where is she?”

“Who?”

Jerry knows damn well who he’s talking about, but hearing the frustrated hisses from him is all he wants.

“The woman”, Silas says. “The woman that was sleeping in my bed.”

“I wouldn’t say that she was sleeping. She was more or less crying.”

“Stop fucking doing that! Where is she?!”

“With me of course.”

“Why can’t you just leave her alone? Why do you have to mess with me all the time?”

“I told you … I think it’s funny.”

“You’re so immature. Give me my lady back. She literally doesn’t have anything to do with our business. Let’s keep it professional. For real.”

“Why would I? If you need to have her tied to the bedpost I’d say that she’s better off here.”

“It wouldn’t be forever! Just until she learned to trust me!”

Jerry laughs. “That’s so tragic, man.”

“Give her back. Let me have one thing for myself.”

“She’s so cute though. I don’t think I can let you take her.”

“Stop. Seriously.”

“Such a beautiful woman…”

“Jerry, I’m telling you, leave her alone. She’s mine.”

“Not anymore.”

Jerry smiles and hangs up, stretching her neck. 

After a night of barely sleeping, you wake up, seeing Jerry sleeping beside you. Your eyes linger on her for a while. She’s wearing a black bra and the tattoos on her shoulders and arms look too harsh for the face that now is turned towards you. She looks sweet, not like last night. You sit up, rubbing your eyes. Jerry is indeed sleeping. Could you try to get out of this house? You carefully get out of the bed and walk over to the door opening it. Right outside lies the body of a girl, a girl you recognize all too well. Someone you wished to see again. You let out a screeching scream that wakes the sleeping woman.

"I did say I wouldn't be able to guarantee what you'd see if you tried to leave the room", she yawns from the bed, stretching her body.

"W-What have you done?!"

"Isn't it pretty obvious?"

You put your hand over your mouth, too shocked to even cry. Jerry drags herself up from the bed, over to you. She walks up behind your stunned figure and wraps her tattooed arms around your waist, locking her hands in place before resting her chin on your shoulder. She’s warm and puffy from sleeping and her bare skin feels too warm for her ice cold heart.

"That stupid bitch Silas thinks he can have you", she scoffs with a small smirk, voice raspy from the lack of talking during her sleep. "No, he can't. I like watching him struggle. And I don't want to be alone again. You're going to stay with me."

You rip her arms off of you and jump over the dead body. You start to run before Jerry can stop you.

"I'm too tired to play!" Jerry groans, but sets off after you.

She doesn't even try catching up with you. She knows he doesn't need to. Every door and window in this house is locked. You stop after trying to open every door you pass.

"Poor thing, did you think I left doors unlocked like Silas? I'm not that stupid. I'm not unlocking them until I trust you", she cooes, pulling you to her chest. "Let's go eat something."

She lets go of you and starts walking downstairs. You look at her matching underwear, appalled that she was sleeping like that right next to you. You feel a couple more doors, all are locked.

"No use, Y/N", Jerry smirks over her shoulder.

“How do you know Silas?”

"Me and Silas aren’t friends. We kind of were, but not anymore. I used to be his right hand man, but quit. I can’t stand that bitch. He seems to have gotten fond of you and I had to take you. Out of spite."

"So can you let me go home? You don't want me-"

"I think I will be interested in you, pretty thing, so no. I can't let you go. And I told you that I didn’t want to be alone again! Never again.”

You decide to keep silent from now on as a protest. Jerry makes a simple meal and gives you one plate. You look away. 

“Eat. I’m not telling you twice”, she warns. 

You shake your head.

“I haven’t put anything in it for fuck sake, if that’s why you’re so hesitant”, he sighs. “I could do it, but not without a reason.”

She starts to feed you when you refuse once again. 

After breakfast, she takes you to the bedroom again. The body is still lying outside the door, but she covers your eyes and nose and closes the door behind you. 

“I have some business today”, she says, placing you down on the bed. “You will be alone until night time. I want you to tell the man downstairs when you’re hungry and I want you to behave and not cause any trouble. Can you do that for me?”

You only find yourself nodding. 

“You can walk around in the house how much you want, you can watch TV. That's it. Got it?”

You nod.

“Good girl. I’ll be back later!” Jerry smiles, walking out. “I’ll remove the body, I promise!”

Only a few minutes later, all you can hear is silence. 

When your stomach is rumbling, you walk downstairs. No man can be seen. 

“Hello?” you say hesitantly. “Hello?”

“Yeah?” the man says and comes out of a room by the living room. 

“Jerry told me to tell you when I got hungry…”

“I’ll make you something. Go up and wait until I call for you.”

“Can I watch TV?”

“Go ahead.”

You walk into the living room and sit down on the couch, turning on the TV with a remote. After not being able to sleep for a few nights, you feel like a walking zombie. You fall asleep while watching TV, waiting for your meal. 

While you’re sleeping, the front door gets unlocked and a familiar face walks in, hiding the gun in his belt. His men kill the cooking man quickly and quietly to avoid any drama.

“I’ll go find her”, Silas says. 

“The TV is on”, one of his men says, listening closely. “Look there. I’ll go to the bedroom.”

Silas nods. He walks into the living room, seeing his darling sleeping on the couch with a blanket over your body. His heart melts upon seeing the sight. He walks up to you and  crouches down by your face, caressing your cheek. You open your eyes. 

“Y/N …”, he says with a voice full of regret. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have gone on that damn mission, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“S-Silas?!” you stutter, quickly trying to get away from him. 

“Shh, shh, it’s alright, come here, let’s go home now. Everything will be okay.” 

He traces the cut on her cheek with a hiss. 

"I'll kill her."

He starts pulling you into his arms and lifts you up. You start to panic. He might save you from Jerry, but he’s no better himself.

“Let me go!” you shout. 

“Shh, it’s alright, I’ll save you from this bad man. I'm so sorry I didn't come earlier, I could have prevented you from getting hurt. Jerry’s a madwoman, it wouldn’t surprise me if she hurt you to make me mad. ”

He picks you up and walks with you out to his car, placing you down in the backseat. You hug yourself and feel how you’re shaking. This can’t be happening!

“I’m here for you”, he says, hanging his jacket over your shoulders. “It’s alright now, my love.”

You stay quiet. You should be happy that you’re out of Jerry’s claws …  only problem is that you’re now back in Silas’s. 

The car stops outside his house. He walks around the car and opens your door. 

“Come, let’s go inside”, he smiles. “You’re safe now. With me. You must be hungry. Are you?”

You nod slightly. Silas smiles and brings you inside. 

“If you want, you can take a shower while I cook food and then we’ll eat together. Does that sound good?

You nod almost unnoticeably. He leads you to the bathroom and gives you a towel and clothes.

“All clothes I’ve gotten for you are soft, made of cotton, satin or that fluffy teddy bear material and my laundry detergent are allergy free”, he says. “I don’t think any of the clothes will give you any discomfort. The shampoo, soap and conditioner are also allergy free and skin friendly. I have moisturizing cream in the cabinet in case you want some. It’s all yours.”

He gives you a little pile of a nightgown, cardigan, socks and underwear. He puts the towel by the sink. He walks out. You close the door, locking the door. While you remove your clothes and step into the shower you can only think of the last few days and how bizarre they’ve been. 

Afterwards, you walk downstairs, looking at Silas’s back as he stands by the stove. He turns around, looking at you with a smile. 

“I thought I felt someone staring at me”, he says. “You look beautiful, baby. The lunch is done, let’s eat.”

You sit down by the table. Silas puts a pink plaster over the cut Jerry’s  done. You poke the food with the fork, not feeling hungry anymore. You were hungry before you got kidnapped back to Silas’s place. Now, you just feel nauseous. 

“Aren’t you hungry?” Silas asks with a frown. 

“I don’t know …”, you say quietly. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be, sweetheart. Whatever damage Jerry has done to you, I will heal. I will take care of you.”

“Please don’t tie me again …”

“I won’t. If you promise me you will give me a chance.”

“Alright …”

Silence.

The very next day, Silas takes you on a mission, refusing to let you get out of his sight again. When you come back however, something seems to be wrong. The house is on fire and two of Silas’s now dead men are hung on the wall by the front door. Silas hurries to turn you around before you see too much. One of his men who has gathered outside the burning villa gives him a bloody note. 

“How are you going to take care of Y/N when you don’t have a house, huh?”

Silas turns around, looking at you who look more than terrified. He clenches his jaw.

“We need to move her. Now”, he says in stress and calls two of his men over. “You two, drive Y/N to the secret base. She has to stay there for a moment.”

He hugs you tightly. You can feel his hammering heart against your chest 

“I’ll go kill Jerry and then I’ll come for you. She can’t have gone far. I’ll come soon, I promise. I love you so much, baby.”

The two men take you to the car to drive you away to the safe place. 

Jerry knows you’re in that black car that drives on the empty road. And she knows what to do with it. Crash it. Not a chance she’ll let it reach its destination. To him. She tells her men to crash the other car, but make sure not to kill anyone. She’ll kill the chauffeurs alone and bring you back to safety. The car Jerry’s men are in crashes into Silas’s, making it come to an abrupt halt. Jerry runs out of her car — doesn’t even close the door behind her— over to the destroyed one. You’re lying in the backseat with blood running from your mouth, nose and hair, eyes barely open. The very sight makes Jerry’s heart ache. She pulls you out and holds you in hernarms. You whimper out a broken sob, moaning in pain. 

“Shh, don’t cry”, Jerry whispers. “It’ll be over soon.”

She holds you gently in her arms as she walks back to her car. You’re crying loudly from fear, shock and pain, moaning painfully from every step Jerry takes. It reminds her of a baby that hurt themselves. But this is not a baby overreacting from walking into a wall, this is a real scenario of a broken girl in a car crash.

“Shh, shh”, she hushes, kissing your forehead. 

Jerry sits down in the backseat with you in her lap, putting a blanket over you. You cling onto her, crying heavily. Her heart flutters. You’re searching for safety in her.

“Do you think you have any broken bones, Y/N?” she asks. 

“I-I d-don’t k-know!” you sob loudly.

The drivers look at each other. 

“I have you, baby. You’re okay”, Jerry whispers. “Try to relax. Can you do that for me?”

“M-Mhm”, Y/N sobs. 

“Good girl. My best girl.” 

You meet her dark eyes. She can see the pain you’re in, it’s exposing you. She kisses your bloody forehead.

“I’ll take the pain away”, she promises. “Just hold on a little, baby. You’re so strong, I’m so, so, so proud of you.”

She holds you in her grip all the way to her house. Jerry carries you inside, changes your clothes, wipes the blood off your face and washes your hair. She gently removes your clothes, seeing the bruised mess underneath. 

“Everything hurts!” you almost scream as she pulls one of her t-shirts over your head and moves her arms to get in the arm-holes.

“Shh, I know, I know”, Jerry cooes before placing you down on his bed, tucking you in. 

“Why did you do this to me?” you asks weakly. 

“I had to risk it to get you back. I’ll take away the pain. I promise. I’ll take good care of you. Can you try to move your body? We have to make sure nothing’s broken.”

You wiggle your fingers, lift your legs and arms, turning your head. Nothing’s broken, only badly hurt and bruised. Jerry sighs out in relief. She knew what she was doing, but the small risk of anything unplanned happening was always there. 

Her phone rings and when she sees the name, she smiles sadistically. 

“I’ll go get you some painkillers”, Jerry says and leaves the room. As soon as she does, he picks up the call. “Hello, Silas.”

“What the fuck have you done?!” he shouts on the other side. “First, you burn down my fucking house and kill two of my guards and now the car is wrecked and the drivers are killed! What have you done to Y/N?! Don’t you realize how badly you could have hurt her?! Are you fucking insane?!”

“She’s a little manhandled, but she’ll be fine. She’s strong. I’ll take care of her very well and make sure she heals right.”

“You’re risking Y/N’s life! You’re playing with her as if she was some toy! She can die!”

“I know what I’m doing, old man. Loosen up. I don’t like seeing Y/N in pain, but I’ll do anything to get her away from you. And you should see how dependent she is on me when she’s hurt. You wish it was you, don’t you?”

“You’re a damn parasite, Jerry! Let me talk to her.”

“Why?”

“I need to see so you haven’t fucking killed her!”

“Fine. Two minutes.”

Jerry walks inside the bedroom again, putting on the speaker, giving you the phone.

“Hello …?” you whispers quietly. 

“Y/N, oh, my … darling, are you hurt?” Silas asks worriedly. 

“Everything is hurting …”

“I’m sorry, once again I fucked up, I‘m sorry! I shouldn’t leave you alone. You know I would never do that to you, right? I’d never hurt you.”

“Hey, don’t manipulate her like that!” Jerry scoffs, taking the phone. “You’re worse than me.”

“I’m not trying to manipulate her! I’m telling the truth!”

Y/N whines out a broken sob. Their loud, upset voices make her head pound heavily. 

“Shh, it’s alright, baby girl”, Jerry cooes, caressing her cheek. “I’ll go get that painkiller now, I promise.”

She walks outside the room. 

“I’ll never forgive you if you give Y/N forever damage, do you hear me, Jerry?” Silas says. 

“If you don’t want her in every condition she comes in, I’ll gladly take her. I’ll love her however she is.”

“I will too, but if she’s suffering, I’ll kill you!”

“Try. I dare you. While you plan it out, I’ll be with Y/N.”

Jerry smirks and hangs up, going to the bathroom to get the painkiller. She walks back with the little pill and a glass of water. You tries to sit up, but moan in pain. 

“No, no, I’ll help you”, Jerry says. “Don’t move.”

She helps you up in a half sitting, half lying position with a big pillow behind your back. She holds the glass and pill to your mouth. Thankfully, your neck wasn’t very badly injured so you can swallow it yourself. 

Silas pulls the knife out of the man’s chest, exhaling shakily. He’s never felt this type of anger. He imagines that the near dead man under him is Jerry. You’re lying in her bed, hurt beyond infinity and he can’t do anything about it. Silas lets out a loud, animalistic roar before dumping the body down in the water. He sits down on the sand and starts to cry into his hands. He neither has have a home or the person that matters to him the most. Jerry is two steps before him and he has to think quickly if he wants to win. 

I have to do something. I have to hurry. 

Silas has to get a new house and a new plan. The house is the most important at the moment. He has to have a safe place for you when he rescues you. The base isn't a good place, it's not safe. He doesn’t have much time.

“I’m going to kill you, Jerry, and I’m going to enjoy it”, Silas says before standing up. 

One of his men is quick to find a new house for Silas. He likes it, but there’s a lot to fix before you come back. His men have to take care of that. Silas has another thing to do: to get you back. He thinks about how to do it. No way he'll do what Jerry did. He'll never scare or hurt his love. He is way too mature for that.

"Jerry is violent, but she's dumb", Silas tells one of his men. "She is in that age where she thinks she's untouchable. She's never on her guard.”

“We'll get her back, boss."

"Yeah, we will."

The pain is eating you up from the inside. You want to scream, but you’re too exhausted to do that. Jerry is downstairs today and you’re all alone in the room. The silence is just what you need. There are guards right outside the door, ready to attack in case Silas appears. They have one objective: to protect you at all costs. 

All you are doing is lay in that bed, day after day. When Jerry isn’t home, you watch TV, listen to music or sleep. You’re exhausted. Getting kidnapped back and forth is tearing you physically, mentally and and emotionally. You can’t take it anymore. Jerry was willing to crash a car to get you. What more is she prepared to do? 

Silas makes his way through the house, finding Jerry by the bedroom door. Silas’ men take her by surprise and hold her still as Silas makes his way into the bedroom, over to the bed. Jerry should have known. The sound she heard earlier was footsteps, she should have known!

"Don't you fucking touch her, you sons of bitches!" Jerry shouts angrily, trying to get out of the grip the guards are holding her in. One of them holds their arm around her neck in a chokehold. "Let me go, you fucking idiots!"

She almost doesn't sound human, more like a demon. The fear of Silas taking you away makes her adrenaline pump through his veins. 

“That you can use those kinds of words in front of Y/N is just disgusting”, the older man says. “You really are horrible.”

You whimper out a sob, a single tear running down your cheek as you watch Silas get closer. He looks heartbroken to see you in this condition. You look like you’re on the edge of seeing death. 

"Don't be scared", Silas says gently. "I got you."

You think about all the times you had to get manually moved to the toilet to empty yourself and how badly that hurt. You can’t get moved again. 

"Don't move me … please", you whisper.

"What?" Silas asks. Please tell him he heard wrong. That can’t have come out of your mouth. 

"Please don't move me … it hurts so much."

"You heard her!" Jerry almost shouts, fighting against the guards. "Leave her alone!"

"Y/N’s opinion doesn't really matter now", the older one says, standing up. "She doesn't understand what's best for her. I'll take care of her even better than you do."

He bends down to pick her up.

"No, no, no, no, please-", you whine.

"Shh, it'll only hurt for a little while, I promise. Then everything will be good again."

"No, please…"

"Shh."

"Why don't you listen to her?!" Jerry spits. 

You let out a moan of pain as you get lifted off the bed.

“Stop, Silas, for real!” Jerry panics. “She wishes to stay! You can't do that to her!”

You have never seen her like this. She actually looks — and sounds — terrified. She doesn’t look like the cruel woman who wears an iconic smirk … for once she resembles a real human.

“I can do whatever I want. Shut her up, she’s too loud”, Silas says and walks out of the room with you in his arms. 

“D-Don’t kill her”, you manage to get out. 

It’ll all be your fault if Jerry loses her life.

“I wasn't going to kill him!” Silas hurries to say. Clearly lying.

“Let me down, it hurts too much!”

"I'm so sorry. We're soon in the car, I promise."

He carries you out to the car and places you down in the backseat with your head in his lap. You start to cry as the car drives. The small jerking, rocking motion makes every muscle in your body ache. You’re deadly afraid that Jerry will crash this car too. You won’t survive another attack. Silas wipes your tears. God, his heart is aching. How could Jerry do this?

A week goes by. By now, you can walk normally, it’s only in the mornings and evenings you feel the pain in your body. Today though, a weird feeling has entered your body and won’t go away. Something will happen, you can feel it.  It's been too peaceful for too long.

“Let’s bake something”, Silas says. “Let’s bake … a cake! You deserve a cake for being such a good girl even though Jerry broke your body.”

They walk down to the kitchen and prepare everything, taking out the eggs, milk, sugar, flour and what more they need. 

“Are you ready?” Silas asks, holding up his phone for the recipe. “Let’s go.”

You start pouring in the different ingredients in the bowl and stir. 

They take the cake out of the oven thirty minutes later. A wonderful scent has spread throughout the house. You smother the purplle vanilla cream over the cake, looking at the pretty color. You’re all in your own world.

 Suddenly, she hears some weird sound. Silas frowns, looking behind him. Jerry and five of her men enter the kitchen with guns in their hands, directed at them. 

“How nice to meet you again, Silas”, she smirks and looks at Y/N. “Hello, baby. You don’t have any bruises left. You’re still pretty.”

“Leave”, Silas growls. “Leave us alone.”

“I’m going to leave, but I have to bring my baby home first. I let you have her, I was generous. But now it’s time for her to come home. And I’m going to have her. You care about your men, don’t you? I will kill them one by one until you give Y/N to me voluntarily.”

She shoots one of the men to show that she’s serious and that she’s willing to  kill more. You force your scream to silence as you watch the man fall down, blood covering his corpse. You start to shake as tears fall down your cheeks. 

“One down”, Jerry says, tilting her head. “If you don't want more of your men to get a first class ticket to Hell, Silas, leave the room. Now.”

Silas sighs heavily, gives you a defeated kiss on your cheek before passing Jerry in the door.

“I will get her back, you know that”, he says. “I’m only letting you get her because I know you’ll do something insane that’ll scar her for life or give her even more bruises. Look at her, you’ve already done enough.”

“You’re right, I’d do something worse. Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of her, like I always do.”

Jerry walks over to the scared girl by the cake, collecting some purple icing on her finger, tasting it. Her gun is still in her hand, resting on the kitchen aisle. Your gaze is stuck on it as the tears fall down, shoulders shaking worse than before. 

"It's good, you're a good baker", Jerry smiles. “Look at me.”

You  force her eyes to meet hers. 

“You’re going to come with me now, won’t you?” she asks. 

You don’t answer. 

“Y/N, I’m going to shoot one of Silas’s men for every minute you refuse to come with me.”

“Please don’t …”

“I’m not kidding.”

“Okay, okay, okay, fine, I’ll come.”

“Good girl..”

Jerry takes your hand, giving it a kiss. You have to walk over the dead body to get out of the kitchen. The smell of fresh blood is making your head and stomach  spin. Jerry brings you with her out of the house, just in time for you to duck into a bush and throw up. 

“Ah, poor baby”, she says worriedly, holding up your hair. “You’re not used to death. It’ll be fine.”

She helps you to the car. Your gut had been right. It had been too calm for too long. 

Am I just a ragdoll for them to pull apart as they please? you think. I can’t deal with this anymore. 

But you have no other choice.

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[poguesofthebau]

microscope, part two

read part one here :) summary: you and steve had just enough privacy to have an actual relationship, but your friends still didn't fully understand your boundaries. slowly but surely, their tendency to barge in started to drive you insane.

word count: 6.5k pairing: steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader tags: @nix-rose-q @anea08

"seriously, y/n. all i'm saying is that i think you'd really love d&d if you gave it a try. don't knock it 'til you try it!"

you scoffed from your place in the driver's seat of the car, throwing your brother a dubious look as you took a right turn. there was only about another minute left of your ride home from school, and you'd been bickering the entire time about your steadfast refusal to learn and/or play dungeons and dragons. "dustin, our lives are like an actual game of d&d. fighting demogorgons and the mind flayer and vecna might be a cool concept in theory, but i think experiencing it in the flesh kind of ruins the fun."

although he didn't notice until after he was done talking, dustin's response was mostly lost on you. you'd been listening intently at first, fully prepared to carry out the lighthearted debate to its end, but the familiar brown bmw that suddenly appeared in your rearview mirror quickly took precedent over bickering with your little brother. you found yourself donning a giddy smile at steve's impressive timing-- he'd opened family video that morning and worked until 2, giving himself just enough time to stop back at his house to shower off the smell of vhs tapes and strangers before meeting you at your house as soon as he possibly could-- and almost running the last stop sign on the route to your house to get to see him faster. you took the final turn into your driveway a little fast, slightly jerking dustin around in the passenger seat as he made his concluding points about the joys of playing d&d. it was only when he looked at you to see what had caused the harsh turn that he realized you hadn't been listening to him at all, and before he could question it, steve was pulling into the driveway behind you.

"jesus christ," dustin remarked dramatically. "you gave me whiplash because steve is here? you saw him yesterday!" you spared a brief moment to stick your tongue out at dustin in a childish response before swinging open your car door and seeking out the boy you'd been waiting all day to see.

you'd slipped into steve's arms as soon as you wriggled out of the car, ignoring your brother's groan as you greeted your boyfriend. dustin made a few disapproving comments as he ascended the stairs to your house, not bothering to offer his older friend an actual greeting before heading inside. waiting until you heard the click of your front door shutting behind the boy before releasing steve, you leaned up to peck him on the lips a few times.

"hey, baby," steve said contentedly, leaning in again to kiss you on the cheek as you smiled up at him.

"hi, stevie."

once you'd been greeted sufficiently, he reached into the backseat and retrieved your backpack, slinging one of its straps over his shoulder and sliding his opposite hand into yours. from there, you guided him into your house, only pausing on the walk to your room to call out a warning to dustin, who was now in the kitchen searching for an after-school snack. "do not come in my room. for anything. don't even knock. got it?"

"ick," he said, making a disgusted face at you over the fridge door. "like i want to know what the two of you do behind closed doors."

and with that, you escaped into your room, steve discarding your bag and his keys by the door and immediately climbing into your bed as you changed into sweats. once you were redressed, you crawled under the comforter with him, shifting around for a few moments before finally settling into the perfect position for doing absolutely nothing.

the peaceful bliss lasted all of twenty minutes.

you laid with your head tucked under steve’s chin and his arms wrapped securely around your waist, eyes closed in content as you listened to the older boy describe his day at work. you weren’t falling asleep to his voice, but the sound was distancing you from the day’s previous challenges. that was the thing about steve: he didn’t need to try, but he always remedied a bad day, or brightened a dull one, or calmed a chaotic one.

he was in the middle of a story about his worst customer of the day when the sound of the doorbell ringing through your house interrupted him. your closed bedroom door kept the noise from being too loud, but it was enough of a distraction to make him pause and look to you as you cracked your eyes open in annoyance. "dustin will get it. go ahead, keep talking," you insisted when your eyes met steve's. he nodded, fighting a smile of adoration as he watched you nuzzle a little closer to him and close your eyes again.

just as he inhaled and opened his mouth to continue, the doorbell rang again, three times in a row. a low noise escaped from the back of your throat-- steve would later refer to the sound as a growl-- and flipped over in steve's arms to face your bedroom door. "dustin, get the door!" you yelled, knowing the boy could hear you at that volume regardless of where he was in the house. you hesitated then, making sure the doorbell wasn't going to ring again before looking at steve over your shoulder. "it would be a god damn shame if, after everything we've survived, i was driven to murder dustin over a doorbell."

"i don't think anyone would blame you," steve joked. "anyway, it's probably just a girl scout or something. but i mean, we'll never find out since you forbade dustin from coming in here." before you could ask if he'd rather be hanging out with your little brother than laying in a bed with you, he quickly added, "not that i'm complaining."

you huffed, leaning back until your body made contact with the pillows behind you. steve reached out a hand to grab one of yours, gentling tugging your arm up until it was extended enough for him to kiss the hand as you spoke. "i don't want girl scout cookies. i want an hour to lay in this bed and do absolutely nothing with you before i start to think about how much homework i have to do."

steve let out an exaggerated sigh, still holding your hand to his chin as he looked off into the distance dramatically and shook his head. "i remember when i had homework to do," he said longingly. "seems like it was a hundred years ago."

you laughed heartily, just beginning to call him on his bullshit-- "you never even did your homework, steve!"-- when there were three loud bangs on your bedroom door, followed by a momentary pause, the squeak of the doorknob turning, and a slight gust of air as the door swung open. "what the fuck--"

"is everyone decent? why don't you people answer when someone knocks?" to your complete surprise, it was max. she had one arm tossed over her face to obstruct her view, and her tone was demanding but also slightly playful. when neither you nor steve responded, she peeked over her forearm, confirming that everyone was clothed, and dropped her arm altogether. "of course you're in bed together. what's it been, two months since you two made it official?"

"five months, and we're not doing anything," steve immediately rebuked. he still had his fingers laced through yours, but he'd dropped your clasped hands onto the bed between you when max had burst into the room. "and even if we were, you're not supposed to be here!"

"max," you interjected before the two of them could engage in any more bickering. "i assume dustin told you we were in here and aren't looking for any more company, so what's so important that you put his life in danger by coming in anyway?"

the redhead huffed, dropping her backpack onto the floor beside yours and moving to your desk. she plopped down into the chair, spinning until she was facing you and steve again. "i need advice." again, neither you nor steve responded, both wearing expressions of anticipation as you waited for more details. she rolled her eyes, sighing again before admitting the full truth. "relationship advice."

"oh," you said, once again surprised by the younger girl.

clearly just as dumbfounded as you, steve still needed some clarification. "from us? why us?"

"i don't know, because you guys are, like, totally and completely in love and obsessed with each other and talk about everything and never seem to have any relationship issues?"

"i wouldn't say we never have issues," steve said thoughtfully. "there was that time you slept through our date night and all my phone calls and the sound of me ringing the doorbell eighty times."

"that was an accident! it had been a long day," you whined, whacking steve in the chest when he laughed at you. "okay, well what about the time you got that girl's number in the parking lot when you were picking me up from school?"

"hey, hey, that wasn't my fault! and i told you about it because i didn't want you to think i was--"

"o-kay," max interrupted, clearly running low on patience and not quite in the mood for a recap of all your past relationship drama. "will you guys help me, or not? because if you're too busy cuddling or whatever it is you're doing under that comforter, i'm gonna have to talk to nancy, and that will just be... weird."

you sighed, closing your eyes for a second to reminisce on the past twenty minutes when you'd been alone with steve. it wasn't that you didn't want to help max, or weren't willing to hear her out about her problems; she was like a little sister to you, and you always wanted to be there for her. however, her timing was absolutely horrendous, seeing as all you were currently interested in was looking at and talking to and being near steve. nonetheless, you bit back your selfish desire to send her away and nodded solemnly. "sure, we'll try. what happened?"

and so the next 45 minutes were spent with you, steve, and max having an in-depth conversation about communication and boundaries and compromise in a relationship. you and steve had listened intently to max, his hands busying themselves by gently fiddling with your hair or your fingers as you tried to focus all your attention on the younger girl. (by the end of the explanation, steve felt strongly as though he knew way too much about max and lucas's relationship.) when she finished explaining her fight with lucas, the two of you gave her all the relevant advice you could muster up.

with the right words of wisdom and affirmation, max seemed to relax enough to conquer her initial panic over the situation. a sense of accomplishment washed over you as she stood up and retrieved her backpack, thanking you for your help as she headed for the door. just before she walked out of your room, max paused to take in the sight of you and steve with an indecipherable expression. all she said, in an approving and matter-of-fact tone, was, "you two are cute," and then she was gone, seeming determined to solve her problems with lucas sooner than later.

feeling slightly confused but glad to be alone with your boyfriend once again, you turned in steve's arms to face him with another stunned glance. he smiled down at you, leaning in and kissing you sweetly. against your lips, he muttered, "we are cute."

the following day was friday, and you couldn't have been more excited for a week to end. school had been hellish for you recently, and you hadn't been completely certain that you would survive the week. luckily for you, the universe allowed you to function long enough to fulfill your plans to spend the weekend at steve's house while his parents were away. for obvious reasons, your mom was under the impression that you'd be spending the weekend with robin, but you'd given dustin a heads up on the ride home from school that if he had any sort of supernatural and/or otherworldly emergencies, he'd be able to get a hold of you at steve's.

much like steve had done after work the day before, you rushed home from school to shower and pack a weekend bag. not wanting to waste any extra time by going into his room to have an entire conversation, you called out a quick, "i'm leaving!" to dustin and hopped in your car.

it was a fifteen minute drive from your house to steve's; with a reasonable amount of speeding, you made it there in ten. you could feel your heart twitching in your chest at the thought of how close you were to quality time with your boyfriend as you pulled the keys from the ignition and yanked your bag out of the passenger seat.

the front door of the house was swinging open as you approached the porch, and you and steve were exchanging goofy, excited grins the moment you made eye contact. "hey there, handsome," you called to him. you ascended the small set of stairs and dropped your bag by your feet, stepping into his open arms and feeling yourself relax completely. the anticipation was over, and you were nothing but satisfied to finally be with steve again instead of just looking forward to it.

you retreated from the hug slightly to peer up at steve, earning a grin from him as his eyes met yours. before any words could come out of his mouth, though, his face completely transformed; all traces of his lovesick smile were lost and any endearing greetings were forgotten. his eyes had darted to something behind you, and steve remained frozen with you in his arms. you looked at him quizzically as he stared behind you with his brow furrowed, quickly opting to spin around in his arms to see for yourself what was so shocking.

the sight that met your eyes when you turned was one that made your heart sink to your stomach within a millisecond, panic immediately flooding through your body as your eyes settled on the area steve was staring.

it was dustin.

he was riding his bike as fast as he possibly could-- probably faster than he should-- and you could hear him panting in exhaustion before he'd even rode onto the driveway. he stumbled off the bike clumsily, knocking the kickstand down haphazardly and rushing up the porch steps until he stood right in front of you. "i-- have-- an emergency," dustin said through heavy breaths. he was visibly distraught, covered in sweat but also donning a crazed look in his eye that he reserved for especially urgent moments.

you stepped out of steve's arms then, reaching out and grabbing dustin, turning his face in your hands and scanning his body for injuries as you questioned him. "what's wrong? are you hurt? did something happen?" you couldn't find any external wounds on the boy's exposed skin, nor any rips or tears in his clothes, which was a good sign. still, you were anxious to hear whatever it was that had led your little brother here so soon after you'd left him at home.

he exhaled and inhaled deeply, putting in visible effort to slow his breathing as he looked between you and steve. "it’s suzie— she’s pissed at me,” he said breathily. “we were supposed to talk last night but i totally forgot because i was busy doing my stupid latin homework and then i crashed as soon as i finished it and now she thinks i bailed on her, which is ridiculous, because there’s no one i’d rather talk to than suzie, but still, i’m screwed. i need advice.”

you let your hands fall to your sides, blinking slowly as you took in everything the boy had just rapidly word-vomited to you. you could've been mistaken, but you didn’t think you’d heard anything about supernatural and/or otherworldly attacks. “dustin,” you said blankly. “i told you to call me if you had a real emergency. this… this does not qualify. and even if it did, that’s what phones are for.”

dustin began to protest, saying something about how his love for suzie was otherworldly, but was cut off by steve. “hey, hey, you little butthead. no back-talking to your sister, you hear me?” if you weren’t so frustrated by dustin's interruption, you might’ve smiled at steve’s protective instincts. instead, you raised your hands to your head, massaging two fingers against each of your temples and trying your hardest not to strangle the only sibling you had. as you self-soothed, steve continued to bicker with dustin. “what the hell is with you kids and coming to us for advice, anyway? we’re not running a couples’ therapy service here, you know!"

“yeah, i know that, jackass,” dustin responded sarcastically. the boys each displayed their designated ‘brotherly fighting’ grimaces for a moment, and dustin eventually admitted to what had led him there. “max told me about how you two helped her figure out her shit with lucas. so i thought, i bet my big sister and my old friend could help me out too, but apparently i was wrong. god forbid the two of you spend a little time guiding the youth of the world into adulthood instead of sucking face in a dimly lit room.”

you narrowed your eyes at him threateningly as you responded. “we only helped max because she barged into our house unannounced and guilt tripped us-- kind of like you’re doing right now. has anyone ever told you alone time is essential for a good relationship?”

"look, are you gonna help or not? it's fine if you don't, i'll just have to live forever with the memory that you value max's happiness more than mine even though you don't share a bloodline with her. no big deal."

you took a deep breath, mentally cursing at yourself for your inability to say no to any of those little hyperactive children, and gestured for dustin to follow you and steve into the house. "let's go, my little idiot. and get my bag, too."

you heard dustin murmur something that sounded like the word bullshit but decided to let it go as you followed steve through his front door. dustin was close behind you, still grumbling under his breath as he lugged along your (admittedly, overpacked) duffel bag.

"and, by the way, how the hell did you bike here so fast?"

saturday morning was deemed a rest period for you and steve.

it had taken just over three hours for dustin to leave steve's house the night before. he ended up cooking and eating dinner with you-- which was quite awkward, since steve had decorated two of the table placements to set a romantic atmosphere-- and then helping clean up afterward at your insistence. even once he claimed he was leaving, the boy lingered for another half hour, asking 'clarifying questions' until you finally threatened to call suzie and sort it out yourself. by the time dustin was on his way back home, you and steve felt more like exhausted parents than a teenage couple who had a house to themselves for a weekend. beyond a few loving moments while you got ready for bed together, the remainder of your night was uneventful.

upon waking up the following morning, the two of you moved with the utmost leisure. time was plentiful enough that you let steve try--and fail, as you knew he would-- to make you pancakes before you properly remade the batch for the both of you. once you'd both finished eating, steve convinced you to hop in the shower with him for a little morning reset.

at one point during your time in the shower, you both heard steve's landline ringing from the room over. you'd pouted and asked if he needed to answer it, but he brushed off the idea immediately, claiming, "if it rings again, i'll answer." the phone let out a few more rings before falling silent again; once it stopped, you and steve completely forgot it had rung in the first place.

around fifteen minutes later, you'd both exited the shower and were back in steve's room. you were in one of his t-shirts and a pair of pajama shorts, propped on the bed as you watched steve move about the room. the sweatpants hanging from his hips were all he'd dressed himself in, not having bothered with putting on a shirt, and he was doing every simple task from tossing dirty laundry into a hamper to spritzing cologne on himself to rubbing a towel into his hair to dry it off.

"okay, sweetheart," he said, suddenly stopping at the foot of the bed to face you directly. "what's the plan for the day?"

you let out a whine, dramatically flopping backwards on the bed into a laying position. "i don't want to do anything today." steve laughed at the claim, trailing around the side of the bed and crouching down until his face was level with yours. when you met his stare and saw the disbelieving smile playing his mouth, your expression shifted to something more of a stern pout. "i'm serious, harrington. my plan of action is me, you, and this bed for at least 60% of the day."

"hm, that doesn't sound too bad," steve said ponderously, reaching out a hand to brush back the hair framing your face as he feigned thought. "60% of the day; how long is that? 13, 14 hours?" steve was standing as he spoke then, gradually shifting positions until he was sitting on the bed with his face hovering a few inches from yours. "i can think of a few good ways to pass the time, if you need some ideas."

you leaned forward the slightest amount, your head lifting off the pillow just enough to goad steve into closing the remainder of the gap between you. his mouth pressed against yours, lips slipping into place so naturally that steve couldn't even remember what it was like to not be kissing you. within a few seconds, he wasn't sure whether or not he was breathing anymore; if he wasn't, though, he was sure that you were doing it for him in some magical way that only a soulmate could. there were no thoughts in his mind aside from you, and how you tasted like the toothpaste he kept in his bathroom and smelled like his body wash mixed with your lavender shampoo and how your skin felt like home underneath the old t-shirt you'd grabbed from his dresser and how much he loved you. as far as he was concerned, the rest of the world had fallen away for the time being and there was no one or nothing else, not even gravity holding you down or stars floating in the sky. you wanted the day alone with him, and, yes, steve was very much willing to spend the rest of his day doing nothing but kissing you.

neither of you were sure how much time had passed by the time steve made the effort to slip your shirt up your body. he used the hands he had resting on your hips to push the fabric upward, and only paused to trace his thumbs over the bare skin of your chest, a sensation that made you part your lips and gasp lightly. a low chuckle escaped from steve's mouth-- his natural response to getting any sort of rise out of you-- and he moved to lift the shirt over your head. just as you shifted forward to help him out a little, a shrill sound was blaring from steve's bedside table.

the phone was ringing again.

steve pulled away from you, prompting yet another whine to make its way past your lips. "sorry, babe. just a sec, i swear." his hands slid back down your sides as he apologized, fully disentangling himself from you and moving to answer the phone. "hello?"

you muttered something snarky under your breath as he engaged in conversation, tugging the t-shirt back down and crossing your arms in annoyance. yes, steve had said that he'd pick up the phone if it rang a second time, but you'd kind of assumed that the idea of getting you naked twice before even leaving the house was something he would've been more invested in than taking a phone call.

a tiny voice in the back of your head was scolding you for being mad, reminding you not to blame steve for the lack of privacy you two got. it wasn't like he wanted to be interrupted every time he got you alone. it was just the way things went with a friend group that functioned so much like a family; everyone wanted to get a hold of mom and dad for one reason or another.

you glanced over at the brown-haired boy in an attempt to distract yourself with the forever-entertaining activity of admiring him, but the expression he now wore made it kind of difficult to focus. his eyes had widened and his brows raised, and the 'o' shape of his mouth immediately told you that he'd just heard something startling and, most likely, disruptive. before you could ask who it was or get close enough to overhear the other person's voice, steve was speaking again. "i-- yes, i heard you! jesus christ," he said rashly. his tone of voice narrowed the list of potential callers down to one of your close friends; if you had to guess, you would've put your money on it being dustin again. "okay, fine. i just need a while to confirm. yeah, yeah, robin. i'll call you back in five minutes. bye."

"robin?" you asked when steve looked at you again. "why are you confirming something with robin in the next five minutes, steve?"

"well, apparently we both forgot," he started to explain, putting emphasis on the reminder that you, too, had the same lapse in memory as he did. "but the plan for today is actually to hang out with robin!"

you opened your mouth to deny his claim, only to spontaneously recall exactly what steve was talking about. instead of speaking, you dropped your head into your hands and let out a pitiful groan. "i can't believe i forgot about that."

it had slipped both your mind and steve's, but robin had indeed insisted that you both spend a day with her that weekend, and you'd all settled on saturday. part of her justification, which you'd deemed valid earlier in the week when steve wasn't milliseconds from taking off your clothes, was that she 'hadn't spent enough quality time with the two of you outside of work and school during the last few weeks.' the other part, which steve consciously chose not to relay to you, was that she 'needed to revive her hope in true love by being around your true love, which is the truest love she's ever seen.' mostly, steve didn't ever want to repeat that sentence due to how ridiculously dramatic and mushy it was. on top of that, though, steve knew you, and he knew that you hated being the center of attention. having your friend surveil and analyze everything you and steve did was a surefire way to drive you absolutely insane. you wanted to be able to fly under the radar sometimes; not to be invisible, necessarily, but just to blend into the background of a moment without your actions being spotlighted. so, in order to prevent you from feeling any impending dread before or during your time with robin, steve decided to spare you that one detail.

peeking out from behind your hands, you met eyes with steve. "do you think we could get out of it?"

scrunching his nose, steve shook his head lightly. your head slid back behind your hands in response, and steve sighed. "unfortunately, i think the longer we put it off, the worse it'll be when we finally do it. i mean, you know i love robin, but she's pretty obsessive." when you didn't react to words, he reached out and grabbed your wrists, gently pulling on them until you submitted and dropped your hands altogether. once your face was exposed again, steve's hands found his way onto either side of your head and he leaned in close before speaking again. "if you really don't want to go, i'll call her back and cancel. she'll have to get over it eventually."

for a few seconds, you just looked at steve. it seemed like a second chance at the effort you'd made a few minutes earlier; there was a lot to admire about him, and in just a moment you were able to take it all in and soak in how much you loved him. without thinking, you suddenly careened forward and pressed your mouth to steve's hastily. he was visibly surprised by the display of affection when you withdrew, which earned him an amused smile and another peck on the lips. "call robin back and tell her we'll be at her house in half an hour."

and so, the plan to spend the day in bed went down the drain.

"you're sure you're not mad at me?"

"no, steve, i'm not mad at you. i'm mad at everyone else."

it was the next day, and the likelihood of you finally being alone with steve for more than twenty minutes at a time was beginning to feel more and more unrealistic. (sure, the two of you were currently alone in his kitchen, but you wouldn't have been surprised if you blinked and suddenly another person was in the room with you too.) the last three consecutive days had been tainted with your friends' problems, and the inability to turn any of them away was officially impeding your happiness. you'd thought you were doing a decent job of keeping your dissatisfaction hidden from steve, but the questions he began asking on sunday morning clearly proved otherwise. so, not only were you gradually losing your composure, but steve was also noticing how on edge you were feeling.

"is this about what robin said last night?" you glared at him from across the kitchen table, a pointless attempt to scare steve into dropping the subject. instead of shying away as you'd hoped he would, he gave you a knowing look and continued to press the matter. "we both know it is, so why don't you just admit it?"

"fine, steve," you said harshly, crossing your arms and leaning back in the wooden chair you were sitting in. "i'm mad because robin basically said that we're not significant as individuals and that us being a couple is the most interesting thing about either one of us. are you happy now?"

he sighed, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the table. "that's not what she said, y/n. you know she doesn't actually think that."

"maybe not consciously," you argued. "but the only thing she thinks about when she sees one of us is that we're dating the other. ever since we told them we're together, everyone just thinks we're, like, some token flawless soulmate couple that never has problems and never needs to spend actual alone time together because, 'their relationship is already so perfect!' and yeah, i love you more than i ever imagined i could love another person, and i don't ever plan on losing you because you are my soulmate. but that doesn't mean i don't need you to take me on dates sometimes, or spend an afternoon doing nothing in bed, or whatever else stupid fleeting high school relationships are about, because i do! but, no, we can't have any time for any of that because everyone just wants us to exist near them so they can have their faith in love restored and have us magically give them all the answers to being in a relationship."

there was a brief pause when you stopped rambling; steve wasn't completely sure if you were finished with your monologue, and he knew better than to interrupt when you were on a verbal warpath. he was certain you were done soon enough, and a rush a guilt accompanied the words he carefully selected in reply. "i knew they were getting on your nerves, but i didn't realize it was bothering you this much."

it was you who sighed this time, feeling your own shudder of guilt as you processed the upset tone in steve's voice. "i didn't want you to realize it. i was hoping they would eventually ease up a little, but it turns out they're just as invasive now as they were before we were official, and it doesn't seem to be getting any better."

"what can i do?" steve asked, moving around the table and toward you. within a moment he was standing beside you, and you had to tilt your head slightly upward to clearly see his face. "i know you said you're not mad at me, but i still feel guilty about you feeling this way and not being able to talk to me about it."

"i should've talked to you about it," you admitted. "i know i could've, and i feel better now that i have. i just didn't want to complain about them, because they're our friends, and my little brother, and i am glad they trust us enough to talk about their problems with us. but sometimes i just want to be with you. only you. does that make sense?"

he smiled at you softly, reaching out and pushing your hair away from your face. "yeah, that makes sense." his hand dropped down to your shoulder and slid halfway down your upper arm. "just try not to be mad at them, y/n," steve gently insisted. "you know they mean the best. christ, they can save the world time and time again, but they're not too great at just being normal. i just don't think they really get it. i mean, dustin and max are basically just kids, and robin is... hyperactive. they know you care about whatever they have to complain about, so you're the first person they want to tell. and it just so happens that i'm always with you when they come around. they don't really consider any other factors."

suddenly your brow was furrowing, and you were slowly shaking your head. "no, i don't think that's it."

"you think they're intentionally venting to you just so they can get on your nerves?"

"no, not that. what you said about them wanting to tell me things and you just happening to be there. that's not true." steve was clearly uncertain of what point you were trying to make. his hand fell from your arm as he tried to process what you were getting at. instinctually, your hand was grabbing his again as you fought back a smile at how unknowing he was; he really had no idea how the people he loved so dearly saw him. "those kids love you, steve. and you're robin's best friend. yeah, they want to tell me about whatever's going on in their lives, but they want to tell you just as badly."

steve's expression transformed from clueless to appeased in the blink of an eye. he grinned at you foolishly, giving your hand a squeeze. "you think so?"

you couldn't help but laugh, a boisterous sound that filled steve's heart to the brim with adoration. "yes, steve, i think so."

sparing a moment to admire you as you caught your breath from laughing, steve leaned down to press his mouth to yours sweetly. when he pulled back a few seconds later, you grabbed onto his shirt, using the fabric to guide his lips back to yours again. you kissed him until you felt a little lightheaded in the way only steve could make you. even then, you kept him close. his face was only a few millimeters from yours when you locked eyes with him, and he flashed you another grin. "my parents' flight won't be in until late tonight. wanna go back upstairs?"

you flashed him a smile of your own, kissing him chastely before standing from your chair. "we're definitely going back upstairs."

he began to lead you out of the kitchen, moving swiftly toward the stairs that led to his bedroom. to no one's surprise, his movements were halted when the sound of the landline ringing was echoing through the room. you could faintly hear the same sound traveling downstairs from steve's room. he looked back at you, wearing the look of a deer caught in headlights as he tried to decode your expression. you dropped your head onto his shoulder, eyes falling shut as you released a giggle. at this point, all you could do was laugh. "we're cursed, stevie."

in a sudden shift of emotions, steve recomposed himself and took a step toward the ringing phone. you looked to him in surprise, but knew he had no intentions of explaining his plan to you beforehand. in response to your joking comment about being cursed, he said, "not if i can help it." then he snatched the phone off the hook and uttered a quick greeting. his eyes closed momentarily as he listened intently to the voice on the other line. (it was lucas this time, calling with what felt like a centuries-old request for advice from you and steve.) you laughed at his intense concentration, using the hand that wasn't wrapped in steve's to cover your mouth and stifle any sound. "nope!" steve was suddenly shouting into the phone. "i'm not available, and she's not available. unless you want to deal with me, try again tomorrow. get on your stupid walkie and tell that to everyone else, too! don't call back!" and with that, he slammed the phone back onto its hook.

"wow," you said through yet another laugh. "i thought you said we shouldn't be mad at them?"

"yeah, we shouldn't be mad. that doesn't mean we should be nice when they call." by then, you' were'd begun guiding steve along the path through his house to the stairs. clearly, he'd handled the issue of being interrupted for the day, so there was no good reason not to follow through on your plans to head upstairs. "they're worse than the god damn telemarketers."

"agreed," you said, turning the final corner and starting to head up the carpeted steps. "they're lucky we have better things to do than spending the day yelling at them."

"much better things to do," steve echoed as he cheerfully followed you up the stairs. "but they still might include some yelling."

needless to say, the phone didn't ring again for the rest of the day.

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[iheartgavi]

Daddy’s boy

Summary: gavi thinks he’s a terrible father and breaks down in front of everyone.

parings.gavi x model fem reader

.a/n.last of this! and send in requests!.

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Pablo was on his way to his parents house with a crying mateo in the back seat every chance he got her tried to calm him down.

everyone was already at his parents house it was just gavi,mateo and y/n missing but she’s on her way over.when Pablo arrived he parked his car and quickly took out his keys and gout out of the drivers seat and made his way towards the backseat to get mateo out.

when Pablo got Mateo out he didn’t stop crying he made sure he was holding his don tightly as he grabbed his diaper bag that was underneath.

as he made his way inside everyone turned their attention to him and the little boy who was crying his lungs out.

“oh amor how are you? here let me help you!” Belen said “holla mama I’m good but no I can handle it” Gavi replied.

after he said his hellos to everyone and saying no to accepting help with mateo he felt tears in his eyes when Mateo didn’t stop crying,it hurt him so much that he couldn’t calm his own son and that other people could.

Gavi tried sat in a corner of the backyard trying to calm Mateo down but nothing seem to work everyone was trying to convince gavi to let them help till gavi finally broke.

mikky was able grab mateo and was trying her best to calm him down with frankie and the others.

“Look I know your trying to help me but I don’t want it,it’s enough that you all think of me as a bad father”he said with tears streaming down his face.

everyone looked at him confused when they heard this “pablo what are you saying?” rora his sister said “pablo your not a d father”Xavi said as everyone agreed.

“pablo where is this coming from” Pablo’s dad said “pablo” Belen said before her youngest left the backyard making his way up to his old room.

everyone just stood there trying to figure out what just happened as mikky and the rest of the girls tried to calm down mateo who just was crying even more because he heard his dad yell.

about 10 seconds after that you came to the backyard worried hearing your babby crying.

“What happened!?”you asked worried as you made your way towards mikky grabbing mateo from her trying to calm your baby down.

“where’s Pablo?” you asked as Mateo was calming down happy to see his mom “he went upstairs crying” pedri said “what why?”you said worried something happened to your boyfriend.

“nothing happened to him if that what your thinking”Anna Roberts wife said trying to calm you down seeing that you were anxious.

“It’s just Pablo came with Mateo crying and he was doing his best to try and calm him down but nothing worked,so we offered to help but he kept denying saying “I got it” and it wasn’t till Mateo started crying even more that he lost his cool and just started crying” rora said as javi fished “mikky grabbed mateo as Pablo kept saying we all thought he was terrible father and other things”.

you nodded while looking down at mateo “I’ll be right back” you said heading upstairs to pablo’s room to check up on him.

you nocked on the door but gavi said “ go away I don’t want to see anyone”.

“not even me?”you said coming in closing the door behind you “a-amor”pablo said looking up quickly from his pillow when he heard your voice.

“what happens amor,talk to me” you said as he got up and made room for you to sit “everything,everything’s wrong I’m the worst father in the world mateo hates being with me he cries everytime I change him,cary him,why-why can’t it just be like before he was always with me me and him where inseparable he was always with me and hated when others took him from me” gavi said as he cried his heart out.

“amor don’t say that you aren’t a bad dad you are the best father Mateo could ask for you feed him,change him and take care of him even though he’s fussy with you,you always make a effort and you try to make time for him and me every chance you get” you said as you put mateo on your left arm and used your right to grab gavi and pull him towards you.

“mateo hates me,he doesn’t love me” gavi said looking up at you with watery eyes.

“don’t say that gavi! he doesn’t hate you he loves you amor,it’s just Mateo doesn’t see you that often and when he dose get the chance to I have to leave for a trip and end up taking him because you can’t wach him because of your work schedule”

“trust me gavi he dose love you it’s just that we both need to make time for spend time together with him,we have to figure out something” you said with tears in your eyes as you saw Mateo looking at you.

“Your right amor” gavi whispered “other than that I promise you Mateo loves you,don’t you see his little eyes sparkle everytime he sees you?” You asked

it’s true even though mateo cry’s with him his eyes always sparkle when gavi comes to his sight,he’s been like that since he first opened his eyes to reveal who was carrying him.

“he dose?”gavi questioned looking up at you as you nodded as you wiped his tears with your free hand and kiss his lips several times before you heard babbling from your 6 month old

“da,da,da,da” was all you heard coming out of mateos mouth with saliva coming out

gavi shot his eyes open and stared at mateo in disbelief “did he just babble dada?”he questioned “I think he did”you replied as you gave him a smile.

as soon as he heard that gavi grabbed mateo and tossed him up in the air before caching him and tickling his sides making him giggle at his dads craziness.

“Look he’s laughing” gavi said exactly looking at you before mateo put both his hand on his dads face taking a closer look at him as gavi just started at him back.

mateo leaned in and hid in his dad’s neck as he nodded his head.

words couldn’t describe how happy he was that Mateo was like this with him,he missed cuddling his baby boy in his arms.

“see amor he loves you” you said as gavi nodded as he was still hugging mateo not wanting to let go

“come on let’s go back downstairs” you said as you tried to get Mateo but he just looked at you and nodded his head before hiding is face in the croke of gavi’s neck

“I guess he stopped being a mommy’s boy and is a daddy’s dog now” gavi said as he smirk before leaving the room leaving you to just smile at your boys.

Let’s just say the whole time Mateo wouldn’t go with anyone and stayed with his dad,even during the car ride home you had to drive because mateo was holding his daddy’s finger as he slept peacefully in his car seat.

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[rosewould]

pit stop; cyj

🖊️⇝ pairing; afab, blk!reader x yeonjun

🖊️⇝ word count; 8.3k

🖊️⇝ genre; friends 2 lovers, smut, fluff, & light angst

🖊️⇝synopsis; you should probably buy a lottery ticket with how luck you are when it comes to running into celebrities... despite just moving to a new country

🖊️⇝ warnings; very cliche "forbidden love w/ an idol" trope, end is unedited, mc thirsting heavily for mingi, heat of the moment sex, PIV, unprotected sex (mc is on bc), creampie, squirting, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight posessiveness, mc has faux locs at one point

📜⇝ HAPPY BHM!!!!! Would you believe me if I said I started this last BHM? :D Anyways if you're not a black woman you should still read this because it slaps. It would've been even better if I managed to post during valentine's day too.

There are many things that can go wrong in a foreign country all on your own, but for your own health, you push them to the wayside. Maybe you pushed them too far because now you’re stranded with a flat tire miles away from where you’ll be staying. It’s only your first day and you already managed to fuck it up. You have to commend your ability to surprise yourself even after all these years.

You don’t have a local SIM card and your phone is completely off. You should’ve listened to the internet when they gave you a long list of how to prepare your phone when moving abroad. Now it’s useless. You laugh humorlessly as the odds continue to stack against you. Do people stop for hitchhikers in Korea?

You try anyway, you know enough Korean to give them an idea of how to help you. Many cars slow down but zero cars stop. Some even roll down their windows to stare into your eyes as they leave you stranded. You don’t have proof, but you swear one of them took a picture. You can’t be appalled by their actions, it’s not like you came from the most friendly country anyway.

“Come on, people. Just a little slack. Cut me just a little.” You murmur desperately, forcing a strained smile as you wave down another car. It’s another window roller that leaves you behind. You suppose it must be a strange sight. And maybe they’re worried you don’t speak Korean. There you go again, waving any worrying conclusions away. Don’t wanna prove your family right.

Then comes yet another car slowing down. Except, this one is slowing to a stop. It’s a flashy car, much flashier than anything you’ve seen thus far. You don’t know much about cars, but you know the person you see once the window rolls down must be well off. He peeks at you with intrigue and a bit of amusement, his sly vibe fitting for his fox-like features.

“Need help?”

You nearly collapse to your knees in relief. Not only is he stopping to help you but he can speak English so you don’t have to embarrass yourself. “Yes! My car has a flat. My phone doesn’t work, I just need car… service… people.” God, can you speak English? You’re already huffing, looking really weird to this handsome rich man and the other handsome rich man in the passenger seat. 

“Are you a MOA?” Yet another man pokes his head out from the backseat to peek at you. His eyes are critical despite their roundness. He raises his eyebrows in a way that makes you think there’s a wrong answer. Your brain is already overworked for the day so you answer honestly. “I’m sorry, I have no clue what that is.”

Assuming you can’t understand, he mumbles “leave her” in Korean and slinks back into the backseat. 

“I’ll call the car service people for you.” The driver smirks and you can tell he’s making fun of you. You just force a smile and thank the man before retreating back into your car. Shut inside the one space familiar to you feels like finally getting a moment to breathe and reflect. This is just a little hiccup. Soon you’ll be at your new home and next week you’ll be working again. 

You were consumed in a book whenever help arrives, and lifting your head, you notice that flashy car is still there.

Luckily enough, the maintenance truck had an inflated spare available and you were on your way, but not before thanking the driver. As you approach he rolls the window down again before leaning his arm on the door.

“Thank you so much, I’m not sure how long I would’ve been out here if you didn’t help me.” You sigh. You weren’t sure what you could offer him to express your gratitude, you were pretty useless as of now. 

“It’s no problem. The least I can ask for is that you don’t tell anyone you saw us here.”

You have trouble keeping a smile on your face as a hint of dread sets in. Why wouldn’t they be allowed in the countryside? Were they criminals? Is this a common location for crime?

“I know you don’t know us yet, but in case you find out from the internet, just keep this between us.”

You did not find out from the internet. You found out eight days later when you saw a cardboard cut out of the driver in the mall. Holding up a makeup product he didn’t need with a smile that almost hides the eternal mischief hidden in his expression both times you’ve seen him. This whole time you thought they were notorious criminals and you were going to get booked before you even stepped foot at home. But no, the nice car was from them being idols, not criminals.

Maybe you were a bit in the dark about k-pop idols, but why weren’t they allowed to drive around? You hold that thought, possibly forever because you had just experienced a pretty rare occurrence so early into your move.  

-🖊️⇝

Tonight was your first office party since your move. Your boss saved up to rent out a hotel venue and even scored you and your coworkers rooms for the night. Less risky without the threat of drunk driving or getting kidnapped you guess.

“I could only book the ballroom today, so I’m sorry but you can’t wander around. You can only go in this room and the floor where your rooms are located. There’s a celebrity staying here and the hotel is pretty much on lockdown.”

Your coworkers immediately get to gossiping about who’s here and all you can do is marvel at the odds. There was no way you’d be meeting another celebrity. The odds are even more unfathomable than you previously thought. You break the rules on accident, drunkenly tapping the wrong floor number. Your eyes are closed when you stumble out and run into someone tall. 

“Um, this floor is… off limits.” The man grabs you by your shoulders and holds you at arm's length. Your head lolls back and you get a good look at the guy and he, in turn, gets a glimpse of you. His jaw drops open and he looks over to the other men behind him. Your brain had been too debilitated to translate Korean. 

“Hey! Are you that girl? Flat tire?” A familiar voice rings out and snaps you from your daze and you attempt to hold your head up straight. “Yeah! Car service people!” The driver whose name you’re sure starts with a Y says excitedly. Again with the mischief, sticking its pesky little head out more confidently with the teasing nickname.

“No way it’s you guys again.” You chuckle drowsily.

“Yes way!” The blond man lets go of your shoulders.

“Are you a MOA yet?” It was the one from the backseat asking the same question yet again. It completely slipped your mind to figure out what that meant.

“I still have no idea what that is.” You flash a tight smile as he narrows his eyes at you. One of the two you haven’t spoken to yet says something frantically to the others in Korean before they all turn to look at you. 

“Hey… do you want some water?” Y approaches you, speaking almost like he’s about to sell you something. Your eyes roll back, your urge to rest almost winning the fight.

“I want to go to sleep.”

“Let’s get you some water!” The blond one says enthusiastically before ushering you into a door down the hall. They talk to each other as you gulp down a cold bottle of water, slumped in the living chair they frantically cleared for you. This would help with your hangover tomorrow anyway. After they deliberate with themselves Y turns to you.

“Is your party still happening?” He kneels before you, talking to you like a lost child.

“Yeah, I left early.”

“Great! We were gonna sneak down there ourselves, but you going back would be easier.”

“You want me to go back?” You barely swallow your water before you ask. “Yeah. All we were given was fruit. We can’t survive on fruit and the food smells so good.” He pleads with his eyes before the blond chips in. 

“Please? We’re hungry.”

Downing your second bottle, you look at them warily as your mind sobers up. “You guys are famous. Can’t you just get room service?”

“No, we’re banned from it. They told the hotel not to serve us.” The black-haired one who looks to be the tallest or close to it pipes in. Much too massive for his youthful vibe.

You look at each pair of puppy eyes incredulously. “So they’re starving you?”

Yeonjun is quick to clear the air, starting to explain again that they had fruit before Mr. MOA interrupts him. “Yes!! We’re starving!” His whining is cut off by the blond scolding him.

“What are your names?” You ask once you realize you have no idea. 

You learn each of their names and each of the food items they want brought to them. You have five styrofoam containers filled to the brim in both arms as you board the elevator. You’re aware they’re exaggerating, but concern for them still flares up. They were pretty thin, and you’ve heard whispers of their insane diets. But you do what you do best. They seem fine, and they wouldn’t have the energy they’re exhibiting currently if something was wrong.

Thankfully, no one was on there with you. That is, until you see that someone had pressed the button from your floor. You stand there awkwardly as your coworker looks at you like you have five heads. Then he sees that you’ve pressed the button for a forbidden floor.

“K-pop fan?”

You sigh, shifting the containers in your hands. “No. I’m acting as a food delivery service.”

“Ah.” He doesn’t press you, nor will he say anything. None of your coworkers are the type. The idols are waiting impatiently by the elevator when the door opens, hurriedly unloading each container.

How you ended up with five grown men in your hotel room was really a blur. Apparently their manager might walk in and bust them if they stay in their room. “We’ll be quick!” They promised.

Now Beomgyu and Kai are napping on your bed while you lean against the wall. Yeonjun’s eating whatever is left over in the living chair in the corner, smiling happily at you. 

“I love you. I could kiss you.” He manages with his cheeks full of food. 

You give him a tight smile, familiar with his habitual attempts to fluster you by now. “That’s not necessary. Your manager is probably looking for you guys.”

“Nah. We’re allowed to wander around as long as we’re in our room before 1 am. Today was our last day.” You chew on his words as he chews on the remnants of his food. He swallows hard, forcing what seems to be a painfully large chunk of food down his throat. Food seems to placate his teasing disposition, a thought that makes you cover your mouth to conceal your smirk. It takes a moment for him to recuperate before he speaks again.

"What do you wanna do right now?" He narrows his eyes, pointing his plastic cutlery at you.

You’re not sure what he means exactly, even after taking a moment to let your eyes flit around the room. So you do what you usually do, shrug and be honest. "Around this time I'd be playing some game until my eyes are painfully dry."

He halts mid container disposal to peer at you excitedly. "You play video games? Which ones?"

Finally, something you were a natural at talking about. "I like games like Minecraft or Rust, but I dabble in FPS games too-" You get caught up in one of your favorite conversation topics, surprised when Yeonjun dumps his trash quickly before marching over to you and taking your hands.

"Oh please tell me you play Valorant."

"Yeah, like I said, I dabble-"

"Okay, I'm really gonna kiss you."

“Don’t you dare-” Your words are cut off by a chaotic mixture of a gasp and laugh when he pokes his lips out, leaning in slowly. He unpuckers his lips and they settle into a smirk. The realization of how close you are to each other sets in and brings about a strong flow of energy between you two. You shake his hands off yours and shove him away, forcibly resuming your playful aura. He laughs, widening his eyes once it dies down.

“Oh, I cannot wait to kick your ass.” He points, eyes posing as a warning. You huff as you pick up a towel. You sling it over your shoulder before raising your eyebrows at him. “Is that a bet or a promise?” 

And to think if your office party was planned even a day later, you would’ve probably never seen them again. Yeonjun nabs your phone while you were in the bathroom, sticking his number in there. The first important milestone of your relationship with the boys was being added to their group chat. Then you visited their dorms and them, your apartment. You weren’t aware of the transition, you just looked up and it felt natural to be around each other.

“___’s on!” Yeonjun cheers through your headset. He pauses once you turn on your webcam. “You found a hairstylist?”

“Yeah. Turns out there are black ones here. I never knew.” You reply, half paying attention as you adjust your camera.

“I know there’s a Korean name for that style but I feel like it’s… not correct. What’s it called in English?”

“Locs! Do you like ‘em?” You comb your fingers through each loc, careful not to tug at your tender scalp. “They fit you so well I forgot how you looked before.” He says as if he’s shocked by his own accuracy.

“You’re so right. I should’ve popped out the womb with locs.” You chuckle to yourself, unable to stop playing with your hair. Yeonjun has that look on his face like he’s about to smart-mouth you. “Locs and not wounding your own teammates would’ve been really handy.” He tries to quip quickly in an attempt to fly under your radar.

Your smile is immediately wiped off your face. “It was an off day for me, how many times do we have to go over this?”

“Next time your favorite character dies don’t come online.”

“I knew I should’ve hung out with Taehyun today.” You transition from excitement to insults like it's nothing. These boys definitely make it easy.

“Yeah, whatever. Are you coming to Mingi’s party next week or do you have work.” He says as if the word itself affronted him. New names were constantly thrown at you. You took a break from researching and watching videos because it was just too much. 

“Why are you always so offended by my job? And I’ll see if I can make it.”

It makes it even harder to consume content about these idols when you think of what they go through. From these five alone, you can tell how hungry these idols are to be in this position. They put up with so much and you can’t help thinking their companies take advantage of that.

“You know, you never told me why you weren’t allowed to drive around the day we met.”

An effortless transition is made again as Yeonjun sets aside his teasing. “We have a lot of rules. Like, a lot. It’s no problem, we all knew what we were signing up for pretty much. It feels kinda pointless to go through all that work just to get in trouble, so we hold each other accountable.”

“I’m guessing that’s not counting the hotel food heist?” You bring up with a snort. It feels a little silly to make an exception for food.

“That was a small rule, and we just finished the final concert of a very tiring tour. The day we met I rented a car after a full month of grueling practice hours with little to no sleep. We were hysterical. So we took a ride.”

The boys seem alright. They’re full of life most days and with no context, you would have no idea what they’re going through. He informs you that this party is another one of those exceptions. There are secret parties thrown constantly but it was reckless to go without thorough planning. You like the thought of them getting a proper break and they really want you to come, so you do what you never do: call in fake sick to work.

But not before attempting a little research. Perhaps a different approach would help. You’re picking at scraps since you only have one internet friend who likes kpop. What if they never heard of him?

___: Y’all who is Mingi

You sent out the tweet before you went to sleep. You had just gotten your ass handed to you on Valorant so you didn’t feel like being let down that same night. You woke up to more notifications you’ve seen on all your social media accounts combined.

mingitzsong: you mean our lightskin king Malik???

That was not the tweet you expected from your friend, not by a long shot. Nor were you expecting the “my moot has a hit tweet!” DM.

Your notifications were flooded with fancams, edits, pictures– is that a video of him grabbing his…?

It was too early and you had gone too long without being satisfied by another person so this was all going to your head. You couldn’t tell if you were a stan now or just horny. You wanted him on your wall… or inside you. 

So maybe that was the real reason you were okay with lying to your boss, but it was much more touching to say it was to please your friends. 

-🖊️⇝

You enter the function excited to see the guys. Mingi too, but you were trying to seem less eager about that. You find the two youngest members first talking to a group of unfamiliar people. You try to sneak past, intending to say hi when there weren’t people to be introduced to. But alas, they saw you and you met a few idols their age. Then you run into Soobin coming out of the bathroom. “You made it!” His excited smile was ten times cuter when he was tipsy. He pulls you into a big tight hug and it’s so unlike him. He seemed to have an aversion to touching anyone when it wasn’t necessary. Drunk Soobin was unbearably adorable and it took everything in you to not stay with him and pinch his cheeks. But you needed to find the other members.

The club Mingi rented out is not ideal for finding friends. There are two floors and this is your third time walking down the stairs. You haven’t even seen the host himself yet. With his height, it shouldn’t be easy to miss him. As you walk past the large dance floor you become privy to the reason you haven’t found them. Your head naturally lowers, your eyes automatically avoiding the dancing bodies. It wasn’t your fault, your tendency to avoid large groups of people is written deep inside your DNA. It was time to stop beating around the bush, so you enter the group of dancing bodies. 

It felt like miles of grazing people despite trying your best to shrink into yourself. In the heart of the group were the three you were looking for. They were lost in the music and possibly a bit drunk. Yeonjun casts a glance to see who was approaching before wordlessly holding out his hand. You accept with exaggerated confidence, fake it ‘til you make it. It was easier than you thought to dance smack dab in the middle of the dance floor. Your focus had been locked on the tall man before you, your body on autopilot as it sways to the music. He guides you closer by your hand with undoubtedly genuine confidence sewn into his smirk. You find yourself naturally smiling, unable to shake the shyness that overcomes you. He was doing it again, but this time you took the bait and let yourself be reeled up to shore. Forced out of your comfort zone, but you couldn’t find it in you to complain.

“Who is that?” You hear a deep masculine voice say to your left. Your eyes stay glued to Yeonjun like you’re physically unable to look away, and you swear he’s having the same problem. But you eventually do. Mingi is still looking at Beomgyu until he answers, only then does he grace you with eye contact. The wind is pulled from your lungs as you gasp. You were too distracted by Yeonjun to fully bask in his glory.

“Well. Here he is in person.” Yeonjun fails to pull your attention away even when he rests his hand on your shoulder. “This is ___.”

Mingi makes a sound of understanding, nodding as he not so subtly rakes his eyes up and down your body. It takes everything in you not to shiver. He repeats your name with a small smile that makes your heart skip rope. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” He bows slightly before rising with his cheeks squinting his eyes. “I’m a rapper, my group is called ATEEZ.” 

I know, you’re tempted to say. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” You bow back, restraining the locs that fall over your eyes. 

“You’re… very beautiful.” His eyes fall again, taking their time coming back to your face before flashing a seductive smirk. You bite your lip, acute amounts of shame stirring with the arousal in your belly as the tension thickens in such a public space.

The members of TXT are long forgotten as you’re sat at the bar with the handsome Mingi. You talk for hours, though it’s mostly flirting and subtle invitations. As much as you can communicate with your limited Korean. You’re glad it’s gotten good enough that you can understand what he tells you next. According to Mingi, there are no restrictions in his company when it comes to doing… it. If they’re of age, they can do whoever they want to their heart’s content. As long as they’re not reckless. TXT has to plan in advance for your visits and they have three emergency escape or hide strategies just in case. That’s just for being seen with you.

There’s heat brewing between your legs. You’d be a huge liar if you said being around handsome men that you couldn’t think about touching wasn’t slightly torturous. Not even a little tipsy quicky you could pretend didn’t happen. No kissing. Hugging was even a stretch. Even if there’s a fuckload of chemistry, gotta ignore it. But this man, the same one you’ve been fantasizing about, can touch you in ways that has heat traveling throughout your entire body.

“What do you think?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrows. You agree in a way you hope doesn’t seem desperate, but in the end who cares? Not you when he leans closer, taking a moment to take in a quick breath before closing the distance. Butterflies swirl and thrash in your stomach as excitement takes over. It’s your fault the kiss escalates but you still can’t care about shame when your dreams are coming true. 

His tongue feels like heaven against yours, sinfully wet to the point where you can’t help thinking of it somewhere else. He inhales deeply through his nose and you can feel the ensuing groan in your spine.

A frantic voice pulls the two of you apart, someone talking about an emergency. He and Mingi share an exchange before Mingi looks back at you. He sighs disappointedly. “Ah, I’m sorry. Maybe next time.” He winks before being whisked away, vanishing like he did every morning when your sweet dreams slip between your fingers.

You and Yeonjun don’t see each other for the rest of the party, you stay at the bar to sulk. Yeonjun was buzzing after the brief dance you shared. Your hand was so soft, and the way you looked at him… he’d never seen that from you before. If no one had taken your attention he doesn’t know what might’ve happened. He shakes the thought away as if it were a physical intrusion. 

When you kept asking about Mingi before the party, Yeonjun thought nothing of it. You were basically clueless about the industry and he was happy to fill you in. But the way you looked at him, sure it wasn’t as loaded or intimate (or unprovocative) but you looked starstruck. It would sting a little if you didn’t become a fan from their music but from someone else’s.

Yeonjun’s body had become entirely tense, unable to dance in a carefree way after you took over his mind. There was a whole lot of conflict going on in his brain but not a lot of solutions. What does it matter? It’s not like you’re gonna stop being friends with them. You’ve given their home life a level of excitement and joy that it hasn’t reached before, and they didn’t have to train for months to receive it. All Yeonjun had to do was kick back, look over with a smile to see that you’re smiling back. 

The next time you see each other is outside the club next to their van. “Hey, you disappeared.” Yeonjun shoves his hands in his pockets before nudging you with his elbow. You glance up at him, but it’s like your neck’s made of rubber. Drunk like him, but way worse at concealing it. Soobin explains that he found you by the bar and decided to help get you home. 

In the backseat between Yeonjun and Taehyun, you’re restless. You keep whining and fidgeting until Taehyun asks you what’s wrong. “I’m just frustrated.”

Confused by this progression, Yeonjun turns toward you with a curious frown. “Did something happen with Mingi?”

“He had to leave.” You whimper before letting your head fall on Yeonjun’s shoulder. When you lift your face to look at him you’re way too close for it not to be a problem. He’s hesitant, but Yeonjun allows his face to linger in this dangerous proximity. “I’m still a little worked up.” Your eyes flit down to his lips and he gasps lightly. He casts a quick glance at his members. Taehyun was looking down into his lap, brows tight. The other members seem to be minding their own business. Getting the idea before he even looks back at you, Yeonjun’s heart flips.

When he turns his head again you scoot closer. The lights of the city whiz past, shadows obscuring your features before painting them in vibrant hues. Each aspect of your face that he tried not to think about lay before him in a way so breathtaking he can’t think straight. He usually stops himself by now out of fear that he’ll become obsessed with you. Then he feels the tip of your nose brush against his, signaling how close he is to breaching an important rule. Just then, the van passes through a tunnel, cloaking the entire vehicle in a dimmer light. His heart stills, time stills as the drowsy look wipes off your face. You pull back a bit to flash him a genuine look. As if you’re also considering this.

Yeonjun is closing in just as the van leaves the tunnel, moving fast but not fast enough.

“Hey, break it up!” A bright light is flashed in both your faces. Yeonjun squints and blocks the light, unable to pull away from you because it feels like snuffing out this flame will leave him stranded in the tundra. But Soobin sounded frantic, and he’d hate to stress out his friend and leader. So he pulls away and he’s right. It’s frigid and cold.

“What happened?” Kai sits up from his chair and glances at Soobin before peering at the back seat.

Soobin sighs, clearly hesitant to report this. “He almost kissed her.”

Their reactions vary from shocked to worried to a little frustrated. “That’s like… the biggest thing, hyung.” Soobin pleads for Yeonjun’s understanding with his eyes. Yeonjun nips at his top lip, unable to curb his embarrassment and disappointment. “I know, I know.” He sends a hand through his hair frustratedly.

You sit stiffly between the two men as Taehyun gears up to say something. All this for a kiss? One you were admittedly excited for. Still, you don’t have it in you to get angry at them. Like Yeonjun said. They worked hard for this. It’s silly to risk it all over a kiss. Even if that label makes your heart sink.

“You guys know I won’t say anything. I’m already risking getting fired over driving you here.” The driver pipes up as he casts a quick glance at the rearview mirror. 

“It’s not about that, we can’t slip up.” Taehyun finally speaks, eyes cutting at Yeonjun. “At all.”

“I said I know.” Yeonjun speaks with more conviction that raises the tension considerably. Everyone else in the car can feel it. You send nervous glances to the other three who seem to be doing the same. “It’s fine! We’ve all been drinking, so.” Kai tries, his nervous smile flickering out when he looks back. Taehyun has his jaw clenched as he stares out the window and Yeonjun is clearly pissed off.

“Exactly, let’s just drop it. Nothing happened anyway.” Soobin adds authoritatively, looking back at the two who don’t return his glance.

Everyone does as much, leaving the car unbearably quiet. When you arrive at your apartment you say quiet goodbyes to everyone including Jun who gives you a cautious and almost apologetic look. “I’ll come with you.” Soobin grunts as he stands from his seat. 

Yeonjun watches helplessly as you both exit the car and Soobin walks you to the door. He would’ve offered before the car even stopped. But this isn’t only about him. A scandal could harm the entire group.

-🖊️⇝

Five months. You haven’t been laid in five months. Then here comes this 6ft-something man with puppy dog tendencies who turns on the sex appeal like it’s nothing, stirring up your emotions to this degree. 

You tie half of your locs up before tugging two down to frame your face. You bite your lip as you take in your appearance, a little shocked at how good everything came out. “What do you think? Should I add anything else?”

Things have been a little stiffer between you and Yeonjun. You still hang out but you both can feel it looming. The chemistry. The tension. The threat of jumping each other’s bones at a moment’s notice. Yeonjun doesn’t want to drag his members down because of a rash decision. He’s not sure what’s going through your mind but he can see the conflict in your eyes.

Yeonjun considers helping you. Immediately he’d recommend a choker. It’s hard for him to quell the thoughts about how good your neck looks with a piece of fabric wrapped tightly around it. Then he would suggest going for gloss instead of lipstick, but perhaps he should stop thinking about your neck and lips while he’s ahead. Also, this is all to help Mingi. Valentine’s day has passed, but it’s a miracle if an idol is free then anyway. This is essentially their valentine’s day plans, it’s a thought that presents a lingering bitter taste in his mouth. But he knows better, so he keeps those thoughts to himself.

“Yeah, it looks good like that.” He says as plainly as he can. Like a friend should.

You turn in your chair and rest your arm on the back. He looks really tired today. You can tell it’s one of those weeks that are really beating down on him. This is the most severe you’ve seen it get with your own eyes.

“You’re usually good at helping me with my looks.” It’s true that you’re cautious as well, but if he could have one moment to not be worried about one hundred things at once, you really want it to be with you. 

“You did pretty well on your own.” His shrug does nothing to shield how disingenuous he’s being. You give him a knowing look, deciding to probe just a little. 

“You know you can take a nap on my bed while I’m gone.”

“I’m good.” He assures with a smile meant to be soft but ends up strained. “Text me if you need anything or if something goes wrong.”

No, no. That’s the last thing you need. Him needing to have his guard up around you and still being so courteous. “I have other friends that I can text. You go play video games or relax or something.”

“Oh yeah? Name someone that isn’t an idol, quickly.” His tense demeanor melts just for a second, just to poke back. You give a short, dry laugh. Knowing very well you didn’t have an answer. Non-idol friends would do you some good. You think for a moment before replying half-jokingly.

“How about I call your leader instead and tell him to come take you home.”

Yeonjun stands from the bed, walking over with a look that you recognize by now. He’s thinking about it again. Kissing you or touching you. “I wanna be here when you get back.” He’s not sure why. You’re not gonna be drinking and Mingi is a gentleman, he’ll make sure you get home safe. 

You’re acutely aware you must be looking at him the same way, which means you’re both in danger of breaking the biggest rule. He’s tired and probably unbelievably frustrated. And he wants it so bad. You can practically smell the arousal when you two get like this. Hell, you want it too. Sleeping with someone who’s been stifled for years and is finally able to let loose? The sex would be unforgettable. The thought permeates in your mind, strong enough to overshadow your habit of pushing all this to the wayside. You stand from the chair.

“Why? I’ll be alright.” You blink, unaware of how cute you look peering through your lashes. Despite his notes, you did do a great job. Fuck a choker or lip gloss, if you showed up to a date looking like this, he’d lose all ability to function.

“You look so beautiful.” He breathes out, but how genuine he is shines through. This was more intimate than the dance or the almost kiss. HIs eyes have a slight sheen as they gaze down at you earnestly.

“That means a lot, Jun. Thank you.”

Yeonjun, instead of responding, takes your shirt strap that had fallen down your shoulder in between his fingers. He slowly moves it back up, hand brushing lightly against your soft skin. You’re cold to the touch, your body being chilled by your air conditioner. How long would it be until you were properly warmed up? Too long.

“I don’t think I can handle you looking like this for someone else.” The words roll off his tongue, feeling as though someone else had said them. He looks over at your eyes from your strap, the touched shock on your face confirming that it was real. It happens quickly, the rationalization. You shut up the part of your brain urging you to run away from the conflict and tug Yeonjun closer by his shirt. His hands move to your face and the two of you linger there, either giving this a second thought or wondering if this was really happening. You lean in, feeling his breath fanning only to jerk back suddenly. Your lips brush against each other first before they finally meld, finally connecting in the way you both truly craved.

He’s so expressive, you can feel the longing, hear the pent up frustration leaving him with every heavy sigh. You chase each other’s lips instantly after each disconnect as if the kiss is providing oxygen rather than inhibiting it. There was that heat again, warming his frigid body as you wrap your arms around him and urge him closer. 

He pulls away, the impish fox you know well looking so unfamiliar. His eyes pleading and blown out, his pretty lips pink and swollen. You impatiently pull him back in and you feel the same warmth he is. Except it’s burning you up. Both of you feel like you’re being swallowed by a large flame as your tongues circle each other. He lets out a wanton moan that has your core clenching. “Taste so good.” His voice is nearly inaudible, murmured between kisses.

Pushing your straps down your arms, he undoes his recent action. He pushes your dress over your breasts but he’s too consumed by the kiss to look down. His hands envelope the flesh held by your bra as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. Things are escalating quickly but you grow frustrated that he isn’t inside you already. You’ve both waited long enough.

“Fuck me, please.” You beg, eyebrows slanting as you let your pride go for just a moment. You reach down and tug at the waistband of his sweats, feeling a little justified as he returns your desperation with his eyes. With his hands kneading your breasts and your fingers clenching his pants you stare into each other’s eyes. No words exchanged but you each understand loud and clear that you need each other. Bad. As his face draws closer you try again. “Fuck me.” You whisper as he nuzzles your nose. 

You’re begging for it but Yeonjun can’t decide how he wants you first. He shuts his eyes and imagines your body bent in half, your as lifted into the air. Presented just for him. His cock throb and he squeezes your breast. Your ensuing moan almost pushes him to throw you onto the bed. But then he imagines the moonlight bleeding through the curtains and painting your body. The lights of the cars that speed past illuminating your umber tinted nipples that perk up nice and hardened for him.

The fantasy draws more and more saliva onto his tongue that rolls off onto yours. Your tongues tangle in a horny mess. If anyone saw what the two of you were doing they’d probably be confused, but both of your faces are scorching and the spaces between your legs are throbbing. Yeonjun is on his tenth fantasy on how he wants to pose you when he starts whimpering. You grab his crotch and return the squeeze he’s been giving your breasts. He finally unlatches from your lips to toss his head back, letting out the loudest moan of the evening. You kiss down his throat, feeling the vibrations of his pretty sounds. It’s taking every atom inside your body to not bite and suck, instead you ghost your teeth over his supple skin. 

As his moans transition to groans and growls his actions become more rough. He grabs your wrist to keep your hand steady as he grinds into it. His nails pierce your breast and it’s your turn to whimper. He yanks your hand off of him and moves his own to your waist, finally guiding you over to the bed. In every fleeting fantasy he had there was one thing either missing or integral. The very look on your face you have now as he’s moving over you. Your dark eyes are so doe-like yet so sinful. They yearn for him, yet dare him. 

The taking off of your clothes is agonizingly slow. It doesn’t matter that you’re both rushing to the point that you almost rip each other’s shirts. It’s still torturous. His long cock bobs as he repositions himself, a drop of precum dribbling from his tip and shining in the light. His nails dig into you yet again as your legs are hoisted on either side of your head. Every time he grips so forcefully you wish he’d do it harder, squeeze you until you fuse together.

You get as close as you can to that wish when his tip cards between your lips. You jolt, surprised by your own sensitivity. Yes, it’s been a long time, but it’s not that. Your clit and lips are so swollen that they ache. You feel like your molten juice will pour out of you at any moment. You hold your legs in place as Yeonjun lowers onto his forearms, bringing his face closer to yours. You’ve already stuck your tongue down his throat and gripped his cock, but there’s something strangely intimate about his bangs brushing against your forehead. He watches you intently as he slowly pushes in. You gasp, as if the heat radiating off his cock is actually singing you as he slides in. 

Yeonjun releases his lip from his teeth as a deep groan forces its way out from the depths of his core. Your pussy swallows him whole, so devastatingly wet that it coats your outer lips and coaxes him in with ease. The urge to crack a window, shove the comforter and sheets off the bed, anything to quell the overwhelming heat is a fleeting thought for the both of you. It’s quickly replaced by the gnawing need to feel every part of each other. To get deep. Yeonjun arches his back and pushes his hips in until you’re yelping and your hips buck uncontrollably.

Then something snaps and a rhythm takes over Yeonjun’s body. His hips snap toward yours at the perfect pace that has you clawing down his back. You feel his skin under your fingernails. 

Your hips desperately chase after him, fingers fumbling over your achy clit. It’s a blurred frenzy that neither of you can completely process as real. Your brains are turned off anyway, blindly chasing pleasure and that orgasm so sweet your teeth go numb at the thought.

The height of the pleasure makes each pump of his cock maddening. It’s so good you both almost want it to stop. The pleasure spikes higher, making your moans peak in pitch. Your grip falters on your thighs as your legs start to quake. 

“I can’t– I can’t!” Your mumbles are nearly incoherent between your shrieky whimpers. A knot squeezes so tight in your lower belly it feels like a large, heavy ball. Yeonjun grits out moans as his eyebrows furrow. The pleading look is so sexy, the desperation in his voice. His fucking cock is inside you. It’s so deep inside you.

“C-cumming!” Your thighs slip from your hands as a violent tremor sweeps through your body. The knot snaps and you feel hot liquid spewing from your cunt. Yeonjun fucks through the pressure, sharp profanities shoot off his tongue. He claws at your thighs and his thrusts transition to slow and punishing. The myriad of noises flooding from your lips don’t lower in intensity. The pleasure barely plateaus and you’re right back in the trenches. 

“Fuck! Yeonjun, fuck!” You squeal. His hand crawls up from between your breasts to your throat. “You’re taking it so well, you’re perfect.” His voice cracks, the sincerity in his voice sending shivers down your spine. 

“You’re so, so perfect.” His body drops closer to yours, his voice tickling against your ear. His thrusts pick up with his fractured moans. You can tell just how much is being released as he fucks you. It’s just as magical as you imagined, watching him let loose like this. But the twitch in his brow bothers you. His muscles are tight, his shoulders tense. You let out a serene sigh.

“Let it all out, Junnie.” You run your hands over his shoulders, feeling his muscles loosen under your fingers. His eyes flutter shut, mimicking your serene sigh. He doesn’t get to rest for long. The conflict wracking his body this time is different. His cock is twitching inside you.

Your clumsy hands travel all over his shoulders, neck, and land on his face. His hips start to fracture from their rhythm and his face occasionally pinches. You caress him, wanting to bottle up the version of him that’s close to cumming. 

You press a tender, wet kiss to his lips. “Cum inside me.”

It doesn’t occur to you that he has no clue you’re on birth control. So when the most guttural moan erupts from his chest it catches you off guard. His hips grind down against yours, his cock throbbing as it pumps you even fuller. Your sweaty bodies stay like that for a moment, not long enough for your sensitivity to wane. He pulls out, unplugging your hole for all the fluids to flow out.

His cock is heavy against your clit, so heavy that it triggers your sensitivity. You close your legs around him and turn your head into your pillow. He flows you, planting a long kiss on your lips as he grinds his cock into your mound. 

“Jun,” you tap at the mattress, the excruciating pleasure taking you to another planet. 

“I love your pussy.” He finally pulls away and the rigidity of your body eases. You let out a shaky breath, eyeing him as moves down your body. He glances up at you with his mouth hovering over your tired pussy. “It’s mine.” His eyes flutter shut as he kisses your mound wetly. A sharp moan rockets out of you. Your head shoots backward and your thighs threaten to close around him. That was just the teaser.

His tongue delves in to scoop out his and your essence. You’re in awe of the dirtiness of his actions and the lengths he’s willing to push you. All while staring you right in the eyes. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you push at his head.

He hums before lifting away. “You want me to stop?”

“N-no!” You reply instantly, a laugh bubbling out of both of you. It was ridiculous at this point. Yeonjun curls his tongue inside of you until he’s satisfied with how clean he got you. He lifts up, giving only a glimpse of his sullied face before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

He crawls back up and you groan. 

“No, we’re both gross, don't lay back down.”

He grumbles ‘give me an hour’, making you both laugh. It’s comforting, a crackling fire lulling you both to sleep.

You gasp loudly, shooting upright.

“Mingi!”

-🖊️⇝

If only you hadn’t done that. The vibes after the sex were immaculate. Now things are tense again as Yeonjun gets you ready to meet with Mingi. His hands run over your sudsy body, making sure you’re squeaky clean. He helps you with your bra, even helps you pick out a new outfit. When all is said and done, you’re back to looking at each other through the mirror. He sighs.

“Go ahead and text him you’re ready.”

You pull your phone out, finding you’re just flipping it over in your hands instead of unlocking it. You chew on your lip, your heart beating so intensely it’s debilitating. 

“I’m ready.” You rush out, thinking for a moment before turning to actually look at him. Yeonjun breathes a laugh with a smirk.

“I said tell him, not me.”

“Why? You’re my date.” Your smile beams brighter than you mean it to. It’s all fine because he returns its luminosity. 

“I’m down for that. I’m too fatigued to go anywhere, though.”

“I know, I really tuckered you out didn’t I?” You cock an eyebrow at him, doing your best impression of a sly fox you know.

“Okay, but who made who squirt?”

You shove him, making him chuckle as he catches himself. You quickly leave the bedroom, turning to shout back at him. 

“I’m watching the movie without you.”

He chases after you and you just barely evade him to sit on the cough first. He dives next to you, snuggling up close and nuzzling his forehead into yours. It’s something he used to do to annoy you, and though you’re tonguing your cheek, your heart is fluttering. 

You watch the rest of the movie hugging his arm with your head on his shoulder. As the credits roll, is the first to talk in thirty minutes.

“It was always gonna be us.” Yeonjun chuckles. “We both knew it from the moment in your hotel room. Fuck it, I might’ve thought about it when I first saw you.”

You crane your head to look at him, his sharp eyes already on you. There’s a softness to them.

Multiple fists thundering against your door makes you both jump. 

“Open up! Yeonjun has been here for way too long!” Identifying Soobin’s voice dulls the alarm bells blaring in both your heads.

Yeonjun trudges over to let them in, sulking back to the couch as the four younger book it past him. Beomgyu launches himself on the couch and asks what “we’re” watching. Kai is close behind, snatching the remote before Beomgyu could even think to grab it. They argue over that as Soobin sits down, rubbing his temples. He sinks into the couch as you sit beside him. You can feel Yeonjun’s warmth on your left and you bite your lip trying to ignore it. 

“And just what were you doing here all alone?” Soobin’s eyes slowly pan over to the two people sitting suspiciously close to each other. You both shrug, mumbling something about movies and ice cream.

Taehyun sighs, squeezing his ass in between the both of you until you’re forced to part. You just roll your eyes, ignoring it for now. The movie watching experience with these five was always chaotic. Chaotic enough that you and Yeonjun could sneak glances at each other with no one noticing. The noise dissipates as you get lost in each other’s eyes. You both smile.

#poor mingi T___T #txt #yeonjun #smut #kpop #choi yeonjun #yeonjun smut #txt smut #kpop smut #choi yeonjun smut #txt yeonjun smut

[shujohajohaminnie]

Mrs. Black

I created a playlist here. These are just some of the songs that were playing in my head while I was writing this. Glory Box by Portishead being a big influence. So you could listen to the songs while you read if you really want to get into the mood, but you don’t have to.

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader

Genre:Smut, Fluff towards the end

Word Count:2435

Summary: It’s advised that sometimes you shouldn’t take pillow talk too serious but what happens when you step out of your comfort zone and try something new inspired by your late-night talks? 

Afab!reader, Profanity, Pet names(Baby, Goodgirl, Angel), Cheating, Roleplaying, Raw sex (Wrap it before you tap it). 

This was new to you. All of this was new to you. You didn’t think late-night pillow talk that half of the time was just composed of jokes would be taken literal. You began to shake in anticipation. Was this intimidating? Yes, but oh was it exhilarating. You hummed contently when you looked at yourself in the hotel mirror. You looked amazing, you looked the part. The CEO’s wife was it? The boss’s wife had to always look her best, and by the way, the black silk dress hugged your curves, Your Hollywood curls framed your face, and the gold jewelry that you chose to accompany this beautiful outfit, you’ve never looked better. You ran your finger through the slit of the dress leaving behind goosebumps in its wake. You looked really good, you almost wanted to ditch your husband tonight and lay back in bed, to please yourself for looking this amazing. 

A familiar ding took you out of your trance. You rolled your eyes as you picked up your phone looking at the text. Running late? “Pathetic cunt” You sighed grabbing your coat and bag walking out of the hotel room and down the hall towards the elevator. The clicking sound of your red bottom stilettos filling the empty hallway. You entered the elevator making your way down and into the lobby. This hotel was the embodiment of luxury. The gorgeous chandelier that hung in the lobby shined bright, the marble floors were spotless. This was the least he could do for being a terrible fucker. You thought to yourself as you walked through the lobby and out the front doors, catching the eyes of everyone in the foyer. You approached the car your husband ordered for you. The driver opened the door with a big smile. “Good afternoon Mrs. Black” You laughed to yourself at the name as you settled into the backseat. “How creative” you mumbled, serving yourself a glass of champagne that was provided to you. 

I've been a temptress for too long

You took a seat at the bar, the place wasn’t bad. It was dimly lit, soft rock playing in the background. Despite it being a Friday night it wasn’t as packed. You needed to be somebody to come in. “What can I get you ma’am” “Red wine… please” the bartender nodded, disappearing to get your drink. “You look beautiful” a hypnotic voice rang through your ears. “I’m not interested” You didn’t bother turning to look who it belonged to, already knowing how the game would be played. Just like you planned he took a seat next to you, and only then did you look at him. He was dressed in an all-black suit, his black hair styled perfectly. His pale skin glowed even in the darkness of the bar. His dark eyes stared right through you, making you feel weak in the knees. He was mesmerizing. 

“Is this man disturbing you ma’am?” the bartender asked, placing the glass of wine in front of me.  “No he’s fine” “Could I get a scotch on the rocks when you get a chance” “Sure” The bartender rolled his eyes walking away. “He’s mad” “Why would he be mad?” “Because I’m talking to a beautiful lady like yourself who he thought he could have a chance with” “Is that so… did he tell you that” “Didn’t have to” The bartender came back handing the man his drink of choice. “Could I ask you for the member's name ma’am?” “Black, Samuel” The stranger laughed to himself taking a sip of his drink. “Something funny?” “I know Sam” “And how do you know my husband” “My company and his company are competitors… I run my company better… I am better” “I don’t doubt it” “I’m sorry?” “My husband’s a piece of shit… in every way, at work, at home, in bed” “Would you like an upgrade” “What are you suggesting” the words dripped off your lips. Your voice sounded rich like the best silk money could buy, the silk you were currently modeling, yet sounded soft and inviting like velvet on naked skin. He was instantly put into a trance. He was playing by your rules. You smiled taking a sip of your drink, your red lipstick transferring onto the glass. “You’re a modern-day Jezebel” “I didn’t take you for a religious man” “You know what I mean” "Do I?" You batted your lashes, your finger circling the rim of the glass as you bit your lip smiling at the effect you had on him. Such a man with so much power here at your dispense. "I didn't get your name" "Hwang… Hwang Hyunjin" "Y/n… Y/n Black" You extended your hand shaking his hand with such delicacy. You played as if you had power but by your handshake, you were waiting for him to take charge. He got your message. His shake was a complete contrast it being firm and demanding. "Pleasure" he whispered as his plush lips placed a kiss on the top of your hand. 

"What were you before you married him” “Y/l/n” “That sounds better than Black, everything sounds better than Black” “Do something about it” I smirked nodding towards the exit. His eyes darkened as he nodded. He placed a bill on the table paying for both of your drinks and still enough for a more than generous tip. 

He kissed your lips hungrily against the elevator wall, his hands dancing across your body unsure of where to touch first. Ding, he pulled away the both of you standing far from each other as an older couple walked in. Holding each other the couple smiled at us. I fixed my lipstick thinking ‘That could be- FOCUS! 

He picked you up bridal style hurriedly walking towards your room. “Someone’s in a hurry” “I need to feel you now” He spoke lowly placing another kiss on your lips. He quickly opened your door. He laid you down your lips still connected in a passionate, electrifying, sensual kiss. “I need you” you moaned feeling his bulge grind against your clothed core. “Fuck baby” He moaned into the kiss quickly undoing his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers in a swift moment not wanting to waste any more time. He picked you off the bed, in fast movements reaching behind you to unzip your dress letting it pool around your legs. His eyes landed on your bare chest smiling at the view in front of him. “Fucking slut…Should we film this for your husband to watch later” “Mhmm” you bit your lip looking at Hyunjin. He smiled turning around and grabbing his phone from his pants pocket setting it up perfectly to get both you and him on the bed. He made his way back to you kneeling right in front of you pulling you closer to the edge. You felt butterflies in your stomach from anticipation. His finger brushed against your aching pussy. “Hyunjin please” “Please what” “Do something… anything” He looked up at you as he pulled the lacy underwear down your legs, throwing them who knows where. He kissed the inside of your thigh slowly trailing toward where you really wanted him needed him. 

He kissed your clit slowly earning a strained whimper from your lips. “Hyunjin stop teasing me” “What do you say?” “P-please” “Good girl” he whispered. He slowly licked a long stripe down your clit stopping right at your entrance collecting some of your juices that were already seeping out. “Fuck baby are you excited” “Mhmm” you moaned biting down on your bottom lip stopping yourself from moaning too loud as you felt him slowly insert one of his fingers. “Fuck your so tight… you're gripping me so tight” He moaned against your pussy sending vibrations right through you. He began to lick your clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of you. His free hand reaching up to pinch your already hard nipples. Your back arched at the bliss you were feeling all around. “F-fuck” You moaned grabbing the sheets as you felt him insert another finger stretching you out for him. “Hyun- Hyunjin I’m gonna-” “Cum for me baby… cum for me” He groaned increasing his speed on both your clit and entrance. “Please oh my-” You didn’t even know what you were begging for. Losing total control of your mind, words just started to flow out. 

You felt that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. You moaned loudly gripping the sheets tighter as you let go cumming on his face. 

“You taste so fucking good” He smiled getting up. He kissed your lips tasting yourself on his tongue. He wasn’t wrong you did taste good. “Do… do you want me to” “After… If I’m not in you in the next ten seconds I’m gonna go insane” He laughed pulling away to look down. Lining himself up against your entrance. He looked at you for confirmation that you still wanted to do this. As much as he needed you he would most definitely stop all of this and call it a night. But he’s grateful you didn’t. Feeling excitement coursing through his veins as you nodded. He slowly sank into you. Hyunjin closed his eyes throwing his head back at the feeling of you around his cock. Both of your pornographic moans filling up the space around you as he filled you up. You could feel every vein on his dick, your senses heightened. He looked at you waiting for the sign that would let him know to start moving. Seeing the way your eyes were shut closed your mouth agape and your head thrown back as you adjusted to him little by little. You nodded still not opening your eyes. There was the sign. He began to thrust in and out of you at a slow pace not wanting to hurt you. Even though all he wanted to do was take you fast and rough. 

“Hyunjin f-faster” You moaned clawing at his shoulders. He obeyed going faster driving the both of you mad. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer, he thrusted deeper into you beautifully kissing that spot that drove you nuts. You bit your lip as you arched your back digging your nails into his back. “Your voice is too pretty to be quiet… scream for me baby let them hear who does this to you” He whispered kissing and sucking your neck surely leaving marks for you to see tomorrow. “FUCK HYUNJIN” You yelled kissing his lips as you felt your second orgasm approaching. You tightened around him causing his grip on your hip to tighten as he thrusted into you harder. “I’m gonna” “Me too” “Cum inside me Hyunjin” “Are you sure” he groaned resting his head in the crook of your neck. “Mhmm do it” “Cum with me” his voice low and raspy as he whispered in your ear throwing you over the edge. You both came together. His thrust slowing down to a stop. He kissed your lips to distract you from him pulling out. You whined at the emptiness.

He helped you up, leading you to the hotel bathroom. The both of you quickly washed up and got dressed for bed. You threw on one of his t-shirts and your favorite sleep shorts, him throwing on just a clean pair of boxers. He took his phone and cut the video getting rid of any empty footage it got while you two showered. He connected his phone to the charger and turned to look at you. Cherishing your beauty. Your hair thrown into a messy bun, your glasses on and your face bare. Yes, you looked beautiful in your outfit before but right now…oh right now you looked gorgeous. “What?” “Nothing”. You turned back to your nightstand seeing one of his baseball hats filled with prompts the both of you thought of. You grabbed the piece of paper left right beside it turning around to look back at Hyunjin. “So how would you rate my acting” You smiled handing him the piece of paper.CEO’s wife sleeps with her husband's rival.“You were amazing Angel… you should win actress of the year” You gasped placing a hand on your heart, wiping away fake tears. “Thank you thank you everyone… I’d like to thank my amazing boyfriend-” “Shut up weirdo ” He laughed pushing you slightly. You laughed cuddling closer to him. “We should do that again” “Yeah but next time choose another name other than Samuel Black” “I thought it was clever” “You can’t name my fake husband by your English name and favorite color” “Well technically black isn’t a-” “Do not get technical with me Hyunjin” “Okay okay” He laughed putting his hands up in defense. “By the way, I liked you calling me your husband” “Well technically I was calling Samuel Black my husband” “Oh so only you could be technical but not me” “Correct” “Wow just wow” “Put a ring on my finger then I’ll call you my husband” “One-day baby one day” “Oh my God remember the old couple” “Mhm” “That’s gonna be us one day” “I was thinking the same thing” he smiled looking at the sparkle in your eyes. “I love you” “I love you more” you said. His hand began to rub your arm up and down, the sensation lulling you to sleep. “No I love you more” he whispered looking at you as you fell asleep. 

#hyunjin #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz x you #skz fanfic #skz scenarios #hwang hyunjin smut

[angst-king]

Be brave for me

(Parent Kiri x child reader scenario)) ( TW description of car accident and broken bones))

“Alright, Lil rockstar you ready go?” Asked Eijirou while helping the child put on their shoes. “Mhm, I’m ready daddy.” They smiled widely and stood up fast once their shoes were done. Eijirou picked them up and carried them out to the car. Placed the six-year-old in their car seat and buckling them up. Kirishima then got into the driver’s seat and started the car. Singing along to ‘Riot’ by 3 days grace, Eijirou tapped and drummed on the steering wheel while the little one head banged in the backseat. Things were great, the sun was shining, the temperature was warm, not a cloud in the sky. The roads were clear not a spot of traffic it was smooth sailing on the way to school. Just as Eijirou made a left turn, he tried to hit the breaks! He let out a scream and braced his quirk for the impact. 

There was a car heading right for them on the wrong side of the road! When the car smashed into them, their car flipped and slid across the road. Everything went black!

When Eijirou’s vision came back at first everything was blurry then, became clear. Everything around him was smashed in, and upside down. Glass was on the roof of the car which was now acting as the floor. The airbag had deployed, windshield shattered in a series of cracks.

The steering wheel had him pinned, and the seatbelt clung harshly against his skin. He couldn’t move without having to almost cut himself on jagged parts of the car’s interior. Then he heard a small voice call out.

“D-daddy” Then he remembered his kid was in the car with him,  that drove his urgency to get out. He needed to get to his child now! With this incentive in his head, he could feel the adrenaline pumping.

“I’m here buddy!” “wh-what happened Daddy?” “We got in a bit of a reck kiddo, but daddy’s gonna get us out. So just stay calm ok.” Eijirou says to reassure his kid and keep them as relaxed as possible. But it was also a sentiment to keep himself calm as he figured a way out.

“Kiddo, does anything hurt? Can you move?” Eijirou was unable to turn around and see his kid from the position he was currently in. So he couldn’t see if anything was on top of the child just yet. He needed to evaluate his surroundings before acting. 

“M-my left arm hurts, I c-can’t move it. A-and I feel dizzy, daddy.” This was the final straw. Kirishima forced his arms to move, firmly grasped the steering wheel, and shoved it off him as hard as he could. Once he got the steering wheel off of him, he ripped the seatbelt off of his body. As soon as his body was freed he prepared to fall onto the roof. But now he was able to see the damage done. The seat in front of the kid was on top of them. The left side had caved in on them.

He had to get to them! “I’m coming for ya Rock star!” He called out hoping his kid was still conscious.

Trying to crawl through the car proved difficult but became even worse when something crashed down on his right leg. Letting out a gasp and a scream of pain, Eijirou was trapped once again. “D-daddy, what happened?” Eijirou didn’t want to worry the child knowing they were already scared. “Nothing baby, daddy is just struggling to get himself unstuck, I’ve got it. I’m gonna get us out.” He said with promise laced in his words but with the way the item was crushing his leg it was not looking good. Still, he couldn’t give up, and he wasn’t going to let whatever had a hold of his leg stop him. Twisting his body to turn he saw it was the dashboard that had collapsed on his ankle. Lifting the heavy hunk of metal, the redhead pulled his leg away as soon as he had space. He stifled a whimper, not wanting his child to know he was hurt.

Making his way to the back of the car, Eijirou let his kid know he was with them now.

“Let's get you outta here” Eijirou was starting to feel immense pain as he was practically ripping the car apart to get them out. When Eijirou got an opening he held it open for the kid to crawl through once he’d gotten them freed from the car seat entrapment. On the other side were paramedics and civilians. As soon as they were out of the vehicle the paramedics took them.

Eijirou was taken by a separate group of paramedics which he didn’t exactly like. Especially when he heard the kid crying for him. He didn’t want them to be separated without explanation so he asked if he could talk to his kid for a minute. “Alright make it quick we don’t know if there’s anything vital going on with either of ya,” They said helping him over to the other medic team. “Hey there Lil Rockstar” He started now that they were in the light he could see the damage. Cuts all over their face and hands, red marks and bruises on their head. “D-daddy, wh-where are they t-taking me?” “They’re taking you to the hospital, I’m going too but. We can’t be in the same ambulance ok.” that only seemed to upset the child more, they were terrified and didn’t wanna be without their father. Eijirou understood this fear, it was scary for him too.

“Sweetheart, we won't be apart for long ok, we’ll be in the same hospital. They’ll let me know exactly what’s going on with you and will let me go to you as soon as they can. Just gotta be brave for me, okay?”  With tears streaming down their bloodied face they nodded giving eijirou a weak thumbs up. With this plan in place, the two were taken by two different ambulances. Following the same route to the hospital, Eijirou couldn’t help but be anxious the entire ride.

Constantly thinking about whether his kid would be okay. Hoping nothing major happened and they could go home today.  Arriving at the hospital, Eijirou was further evaluated, and things weren’t the worst. The only bad thing was his ankle was broken. Thankfully surgery wasn’t needed the rests were just cuts, bruises, and mild head trauma. But each minute they spent testing for things and checking things over felt like hours for him. He just wanted to check up on his kid. He hated not being right there

When thirty minutes rolled around a nurse had come to Eijirou’s bed.

“Hello Mr Kirishima, I’m the nurse who is working on your kid.” Eijirou was happy to hear back from someone. 

“Is everything okay, will they be alright?” Eijirou questioned in a panic, the nurse smiled and nods.

“Yes your child will be alright, they do have a bit of a concussion, a broken arm and bruised ribs. But those will heal on their own.” Eijirou’s anxious expression turned into an excited one.

“Can I see them, please!?” Eijirou almost forgot he was hurt and tried to get out of bed himself but was quickly stopped by the nurses who gently pushed him back down onto the bed. 

“We can bring you to them, just be patient sir, we don’t want you injuring yourself further.” Eijirou sighed but nodded at this, he couldn’t wait to see his kid. Eijirou was helped into a wheelchair and wheeled over to his child’s hospital bed. On the large white hospital bed was the little six year old who still looked anxious and tired. Poor kid had been through a lot and was pretty banged up from it. “Hey there sharky” Hearing Eijirou’s voice the child looked up, eyes wide and smile flashing brightly. They started making grabby hands at him.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” This time there wasn’t a hint of fear behind their words, more like joy. Ecstatic to see eacother, Eijirou was wheeled close to them giving them enough space to hug. 

“Hey there kiddo, I’m right here. See I told ya they wouldn’t separate us for long.” They nodded and nuzzled against Eijirou’s chest.

“I was brave just like you said daddy, even though it was still scary. I was brave just like you!” Chuckling sweetly and giving them a kiss on their bandaged forehead. Eijirou praised them for being so brave.

“I’m proud of you kiddo, so proud!” “Is daddy okay?” They asked pointing to the cast on Eijirou’s foot. He nodded and explained. “Yeah, daddy broke his foot earlier but I’ll be alright, just a few cuts and broken bones. Nothing I can’t handle!” The child giggles and kisses Eijirou’s cheek. “You’re the best pro hero ever!”

#mha parent scenarios

[katsukisprincess]

the backseat | amajiki x reader

a/n: casually can not get into my archive tumblr so i'm dusting off this guy and tossing it to the surface. it's been a couple years. ;D

summary: The time for your graduation vacation has finally come- a week to spend with your friends before you start your careers as Pros. When you’re about to head to the beach, you realize that you’ll be sitting right with your long time crush, Tamaki Amajiki. The catch? There’s barely room for both of you back there.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: dirty talk, slight dry humping, f!reader

There was nothing that sounded worse to Tamaki than spending three hours in a cramped car, even if the end destination was his favorite beach. You had this trip planned for months before graduating; Tamaki, Mirio, Neijre, and a few other classmates were over the moon at the idea of spending the first few days of freedom on vacation. Still… there wasn’t a bigger form of transportation available?

“We’ll have to squeeze in the back.” You motioned between the seats, which you could see partially over mountains of luggage from your spot standing next to the vehicle. Tamaki was beside you, hands buried deep in his pockets and his lips pressed into a straight line, as emotional as he is emotionless. “Mirio had to put one of the three seats down to fit the surfboards, but the two seats should be big enough.”

Your sentence trailed off in volume as you realized how cramped it just might be. You’d rather it be with Tamaki than anyone else, you decided, and knew he felt the same. On your way back inside to get the rest of your things, you did your best to calm your racing heart and drifting thoughts.

Three hours pressed up against the man you’ve craved for years.

How bad could it be?

***

“I’m sorry. I know this is going to be uncomfortable, I-”

Tamaki cut you off as he crawled onto the seat, just barely half of his bottom fitting, the other half hanging off and being shoved against the harsh board material next to him. “Stop apologizing. I’d rather be here than… up there.”

He let out a sigh as he nodded in the direction of Mirio and Nejire, who were starting their karaoke before the car was even running. The stacked bags and coolers made it so that only the tops of their heads were visible, and you could tell that the stress of the drive was nearly falling off of him at the joy of having the barrier.

“You guys good back there? Deku said their car is even worse than ours, can you believe that?” Mirio chirped from the driver’s seat, putting his hand on the back of the passenger headrest to get a good view at the two of you squished in the corner.

“We’re good, Mirio, thanks!” You responded, sticking your hand up with a peace sign to let him know you were hearing him. He threw up his thumb in response, and almost immediately, the sounds of Nejire’s babbling was drowned out by the running engine. With the scent of saltwater lingering off of the beach equipment and flooding your senses, you leaned your head against the window and tried to doze off.

The first hour of the trip was just as uncomfortable as you were expecting. You could tell how hard it was for Tamaki to balance himself with how little of the seat he had, so you kept trying to shove yourself hard against the side of the car to give him more room. It was an endless cycle of you realizing how intolerable his position was and him realizing how much you were hurting yourself to try to make it better for him.

A thought crossed his mind- no, he couldn’t. He pushed his thoughts out of his head the best he could, but anytime he saw you flinch as a bump on the road sent your harder against the plastic wall, his heart lurched even more than your presence caused to begin with. He was overwhelmed by the scent of your shampoo wafting in his direction from the cracked window, and after one particularly rough movement, he took advantage of his blurred senses.

“Sit on my lap.”

Your head snapped to face him. What did he just say?

It was so low, so quiet, that you could tell he was trying to be private with it. There wasn’t a chance in hell that they would hear you up front with their insane volume, but still, you played along.

“What?”

“I-” Tamaki stopped and sighed, gathering his words before continuing. “There isn’t enough room. If you… if you sit on my lap, we’ll both b-be comfortable?”

Was it a question or a statement? You wanted him to look you in the eyes, but it seemed he was slowly crawling back into the shell that he had lived in for so long. He felt bold at first, but as soon as he saw your questioning gaze with your parted, wet lips, he lost every ounce of confidence.

This was very visible to you. He was right, though- sitting on his lap would give you both the room and comfort that you had been aching for this entire drive. Even if you were comfortable, which you obviously were not, you would regret giving up the chance to sit on Tamaki fucking Amajiki’s lap for the rest of your life if you didn’t hop onto him like a horse right this second.

Unfortunately, your actions were much more humble than your thoughts. You lifted yourself off of the seat as gently as you could with the car still in motion, giving Tamaki the opportunity to slide himself under you. When you sat back down, you lowered yourself onto one of his thighs, feeling terribly small against his frame.

It was an awkward situation, for a moment, trying to figure out how to position yourself against him, but when Tamaki slid one arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, it fell into place very nicely. He smelled like fresh laundry and trails of food, which you were sure he had more of somewhere close to the seat. If Tamaki was anything at all, he was hungry.

“Is this better?” You whispered, trying to not invade his privacy too much. His heart was racing against you, and even though he was avoiding eye contact with every ounce of restraint he had, you were pleased to feel his arm grip tighter against you when the bumps on the road strayed you off of his embrace.

“Much.” Tamaki’s voice was strained, and it took all of three seconds for you to realize that it wasn’t the only thing that was. His cock was thick against the side of your thigh, and you couldn’t tell if he wasn’t moving because he was enjoying it or whether he was paralyzed with embarrassment.

When he still wouldn’t look at you, you began to wonder if he was waiting for you to adjust yourself the entire time. Using the back of the seat as leverage, you pushed yourself off of him, finally causing him to meet your eyes. Instead of looking grateful like you were expecting, or even embarrassed, he looked almost upset. Words weren’t forming for him, so in an attempt to bring you back to where you started, he pushed his leg up by the toe of his shoe, causing his leg to bounce and causing you to move with it.

You didn’t have time to cover your mouth to stop the noise that broke free from your throat as his movements caused your panties to drag against your clit.

In a normal moment, it would have been just any other shift in position. But the discovery of how long and thick Tamaki was had you riled up, as if sitting on him in the first place didn’t do the trick. You could feel a pulsing in your cunt as you sat there, mortified to have made such a raw sound in front of one of your best friends. You wondered what he would do… would he throw you off of him? You couldn’t blame him. In this moment, you wanted the planet to swallow you whole and erase any memory of-

Tamaki’s hand lightly slapping your bare thigh pulled you from your reverie.

Opening your eyes and pulling your head up from where it was buried in your hands, you met his gaze with confusion. He patted it again, and this time your stomach nearly dropped through your ass when you knew what he wanted, which was for you to straddle his thigh. You were in a sundress, a closet staple for such a vacation, so the idea of exposing yourself so greatly was daunting, to say the least.

Noticing you were silently debating, Tamaki raised a hand and grabbed onto your chin, directing you to look him right in the eyes. His pupils were blown, his mouth hanging open with his tongue coming out to run against his already wet lips. His face was so close to yours, so close, that you weren’t able to take your gaze off of his mouth when his hot breath was fanning against you.

“I could feel how wet you were since you sat down, don’t play n-nice now.” With his words still barely above a whisper, and his grip on your chin not as harsh as you wish it was, you could tell that he was still nervous about what was happening. While his request seemed lewd, there was a shine in his eyes and a lingering in his voice that let you know that this was something he had been thinking about for far too long. He wouldn’t have risked something so out of character in front of his friends otherwise.

There was a need in the way he suddenly brought you forward for your first kiss, but there was a desperation in the way that he was internally begging for you to return the colossal heap of feelings that had been growing in his heart for you for too long. Things were changing with graduation passed, and he had one chance to secure you in his future.

His lips were softer than anyone you had kissed before. It made sense, now that you thought about it, as you remembered all of the times you would peek over at him and see him gently applying chapstick. You wondered if that was the hint that you tasted on him, a soft mix of medicinal balm and the bottled tea he was sipping on throughout the ride. It was an odd combination, but when his tongue tangled with yours for the first time, you knew that it was going to be one that you never forgot.

You shifted yourself to straddle Tamaki’s thigh as he continued to kiss you. His hands sat limp for awhile, unsure of what to do, really, but the second he felt your hot center on his skin, right under the hemline of his shorts, he let his lust direct him. The new position had him spreading his legs out, allowing his heavy cock to press above the knee you had burrowed between his own. Both of his large hands found home on your hips and began pulling and pushing you along him, starting a slow rhythm of your panties pulling against your sensitive, swollen bud once again.

Everything was happening so fast, both in the moment and in terms of your relationship, that Tamaki found himself exhaling and leaning his head back against the seat. You began to worry when his eyes fluttered closed and forced him to stop his movements.

“Tamaki, do you want me to stop?”

Immediately, his head was shaking. He was mumbling, something you knew he did when he was trying to sort out his thoughts. Finally, after licking his lips a few times, he found what he wanted to say. While it was only one word, it spoke the weight of a novel, telling you everything you needed to know about his feelings and giving you the reassurance that you needed to tie the loose ends together in your heart.

“Never.”

With more force than you had ever seen him apply to you, Tamaki grabbed your leg that was between his legs and forced it up and around his hip. One quick pull by your ass had you seated right on his dick, which felt impossibly harder than before. His eyes wandered up and over the luggage in front of you to where your friends were driving, checking to see whether they were still immersed in their road trip games. Thankfully, they were, giving him all of the motivation he needed to grab your hair in his fist and yank your head back.

His kisses started soft on your neck, but the way he suckled down the skin where your heart was beating the loudest was anything but. His grip on your hair allowed him access to the entirety of your upper body, and by the time a few minutes had passed, you were sure that he had laid a kiss on absolutely every inch of it.

Your hips began moving against his, grinding down and causing him to buck right back up. It began as smooth, soft movements, learning each other’s bodies and motions and desires, but it was quick to turn into the roughest dry humping that you had ever seen. You laced your fingers behind his neck for leverage as he pulled your dress straps off of your shoulders, allowing him to slip it off just enough to latch onto one of your nipples. You pulled against his neck as he sucked, continuing to roll against him and swallow the moans that threatened to expose you both.

“I want to be inside of you so badly.” Tamaki whispered around your nipple, letting out the softest of groans. You were both panting at this point, hands grabbing onto whatever would help you drag along each other’s bodies more fluidly. Any makeup you had applied that morning around your mouth was gone, foundation off of your cheeks and chin as his wet kisses dominated you and left you breathless.

Pushing him back against the seat you grabbed the button of his shorts, releasing the zipper just so that his cock was straight up against his abdomen. You lowered your cunt onto him and rolled your hips up, aligning yourself just right so that it dragged against your clit deliciously. Tamaki seemed to like it as well, and he found a bruising grip on your hips to help you move.

“We have the next two weeks.” You whispered, setting your forearms on his shoulders and threading your digits through his hair. A good thrust had you setting your forehead against his and exhaling, feeling pent up from how hard it was to stay quiet.

Tamaki’s eyes rolled back into his head as your pace grew faster, grinding against his cock with a desperation that he had never felt before. He was growing faster to cumming than he wanted to admit, not knowing that you would be releasing yourself any minute. He tried to speak, but his words were breathy and chaotic. “After that. All the weeks. Forever.”

You crashed your lips onto his as you hit your peak, your hips stuttering against him and hands pulling at his hair. In your rapid movements, you brushed against the tips of his ears, and all of the stimulation across his body had him cumming into his boxers. He thrusted up hard when he came, lifting you up into the air and in dangerously close view of your friends up front. All of your sounds were, hopefully, swallowed by each other’s mouths, Tamaki having sucked down on your tongue so hard that you were seeing stars.

It took a minute to calm down, but once you were both breathing normally again, you pulled back to share a shocked expression with him. He looked blissed out, but when his eyes trailed down to your neck and your chest, his eyes widened and all of the color drained from his skin. To see what he was seeing, you pulled your phone out of the cup holder next to you and opened up the camera.

It wasn’t terrible, but there were multiple hickies trailing down your neck and across your chest. It wasn’t something that you would be able to hide from your friends, especially at a beach of all places. While Tamaki’s stomach felt like it was dropped through the bottom of the car and onto the highway, you could only giggle and kiss his cheek.

“That’ll be an interesting one to tell over dinner.”

#tamaki amajiki x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #bnha tamaki #bnha suneater #my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia

[neverinadream]

~~~~~~~~~~~ | M Y I M A G I N E S | ~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~ | L I T T L E C H I L W E L L - P A R T VII | ~~

~~~~~~~~ | T H E O L D V E R S I O N | ~~~~~~~~

Summary: Mason isn't there to celebrate Y/N's twenty first birthday, in fact, he's there to do the complete opposite.

Pairings: Mason Mount x Chilwell!Reader / Pulisic x Chiwell!Reader / Ben Chilwell x Chilwell!Reader (Platonic)

Song: Happy Ending - MIKA

Warnings: angst, jealous!mason

Notes: so there is a time jump since the last chapter, about three months...and I hope it makes sense...yeah...enjoy I guess. Requests are open

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"How do I look?"

Christian steps away from the doorframe, taking a step into Y/N's bedroom and smiling as she slowly turns around for him to get a better view of the dress she had picked. It was a simple LBD but she was beautiful to him no matter what she wore. "Beautiful," he answers her question, dipping his head to kiss her lipstick painted lips.

Her thumb brushes against his bottom lip, wiping away the faint hue of lipstick. "Can't we just stay here?" Y/N asks, absentmindedly playing with the zipper on his jacket.

"You want to stay in on your birthday?" Christian asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I mean, just think of all the fun we could have."

His cheeks flush pink, eyes flicking to the floor as a quick chuckle leaves his lips. "We can still do all of that once we get back," he tells her, setting his hands on her waist, "but, right now, we have a reservation to get to." Y/N groans, pressing her forehead against his shoulder, both arms dropping to her sides. He gives her waist a quick gentle squeeze. "Come on," he whispers, kissing the shell of her ear, "the uber's already downstairs."

Y/N's looks out of the backseat window and up at the restaurant. Her head turns back to her boyfriend, her eyebrows raised. "This isn't the place you said you were taking me to," she says, unbuckling her seat belt.

"This was Chilly's idea," Christian holds his hands up, "I had nothing to do with it." He lightly laughs as she groans, throwing a quick thank you to their uber driver and exiting the car. "Baby, it's just one dinner," he exits the car himself, waiting for the driver to pull off before stepping onto the pavement.

"Yes, a dinner that celebrates my birthday, which is just another reminder that I am one year older and one step closer to my inevitable death."

Christian wraps both arms around her waist, slowly drawing her against himself. The slight bit of early spring breeze wafts the scent of her strawberry shampoo in his direction, bringing a half-smile to his lips. "You're such a cheerful person," he notes, taking one hand off her waist to cup her face.

"It's one of my better characteristics."

He leaves a kiss on her forehead, lips lingering for a second before he pulls away. "Come on," he takes her by the hand, Y/N feigning displeasure as he tugs her along, "Chilly's already said that everyone is here."

"Mount better not be one of them," Y/N fires back, interlocking her fingers with his. Another sound of displeasure emits from the younger Chilwell when she reads Christian's blank expression. "Just when I thought birthdays couldn't get any worse," she mumbles, stepping into the restaurant first as he holds the door open for her.

The restaurant was posh - the kind the rich regularly dined in because they had the money to do so - with high ceilings and crystal chandeliers. She was beginning to think she was a little too underdressed to be here. To add to her uncertainness, she was sure a few of the stares they were getting were out of judgement and not the curiosity to see who was entering the establishment. Her nerves are settled a little when she sees her brother at the bar, Ben quickly breaking away from Reece and coming towards them.

"Happy birthday," Ben says cheerily into her ear as he engulfs her in a tight hug, "did you get my presents?" She holds up her wrist to show the bracelet he had gotten for her. He smiles, both corners of his mouth splitting his cheeks to allow his smile to reach his eyes. "And the flowers too?"

"You know I hate receiving flowers," Y/N answers, playfully thumping him on the arm.

"I know," he fires back, rubbing his arm, "that's why I sent them."

Y/N watches Ben and Christian exchange a few words before her boyfriend takes himself off to meet the others joining them tonight. Telling Ben about her relationship with Christian came about quicker than either of them had intended; photos had surfaced on fan accounts after their third date, Ben being tagged in most of them and tabloid outlets making the most of what they could when they realised it was Ben Chilwell's baby sister in the photos. And, for the most part, Ben was fine with it.

"I Still find it weird that you're perfectly okay with me and Christian," Y/N admits as Ben turns back around to face her. He shakes his head, lightly laughing at her. "Where's the older protective brother gone who went mental when he found out I lost my virginity to Michael Quinn?" She asks, trudging up a memory from nearly five years ago.

"Exactly, you slept with Michael Quinn," Ben replies, slumping one hand into his pocket, "I had every right to be pissed at you for that. Besides, I can see you're happy with Christian and after everything that happened with them-who-shall-not-be-named, you deserve to be happy without me going all big brother on them."

She raises her eyebrows suspiciously at him. "So you haven't given him the big brother speech?"

"Of course, I've given him the big brother speech; that's the least I can do without trying to scare him off."

Y/N departs from Ben when she spots Tabitha and Oisin standing at the bar, slotted between Declan and Mason on their right and Reece, Callum and Christian on their left. They both hug her at the same time, the three of them laughing as Tabitha nearly trips over her own feet, cursing the heels she had chosen to wear tonight.

"I feel like we've rarely seen you," Tabitha notes, pulling away first, "except when we have classes, of course, but other than that it's like you've disappeared off the face of the earth."

"Well, I've been busy-"

"Yeah, we know who you've been busy doing," Oisin Interrupts her, flicking his attention over her shoulder. She glances back, smiling when she catches Christian's eye. "So, is that serious then?" He questions her, desperate to hear all the comings and goings of this sudden relationship.

Her head nods as she turns back to her two best friends. "Yeah, I think it is."

"And he makes you happy?"

Tabitha hits Oisin's arm, shaking her head at what she believed to be a stupid question. "Of course, he makes her happy!" She tuts. "Have you ever seen her smile this much before?"

He rubs the spot Tabitha had hit, momentarily scowling at her. "Not since-"

"Oh, please don't mention them tonight," Y/N quickly cuts in. Oisin produces an apologetic smile, to which she shakes her head and tells him it's fine. They talk amongst themselves for the next few minutes, Y/N learning that Tabitha had split up with her boyfriend, Mike, and that Oisin had been accepted onto some masters programme in France. All three of them had experienced big changes in their lives and it left Y/N feeling guilty for neglecting their friendship over the last few months. "Okay, I need to use the little girls' room," Y/N announces, attempting to flee the conversation as it turns back to the topic of her and Christian, "so, I shall see you both upstairs."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Tabitha asks.

"So you can press me on details about me and Christian?" Tabitha holds her hands in the air, only showing an innocent smile. Y/N half-laughed, shaking her head. "You can stay here with this one," she points to Oisin, giving them both a smile as she departs.

Mason watches from the other end of the bar as Y/N leaves Tabitha and Oisin, grumbling into his beer when she kisses Christian on her way to the toilets. He'd been watching her from the minute she had entered the restaurant, half-listening to whatever story Declan was telling him. It had been nearly three months since he shared his house with her, since he first discovered she was going on a date with Christian - one he had hoped would've been a one-time thing - and nearly three months since their little game ended in an argument and him promising to ruin any relationship she would go on to have with his teammate.

Except in those three months, he hadn't been planning and plotting their demise; instead, he was losing himself in the bottom of shot glasses, stumbling home drunk after another night out and sleeping with girls whose names he couldn't remember, or even bother to learn, and who just wanted their few minutes of fame with a pretty footballer.

There was a little bit of him that hoped she'd get wind of these repetitive nights out of being spotted leaving with a new girl each time. That maybe she would get jealous and randomly show up on his doorstep in the middle of the night. But that was just a fantasy that helped him to fall asleep at night and the reality was she was happy with Christian. For now.

"I need to piss," he mumbles under his breath, slamming his pint glass down onto the bar. He pats Declan on his shoulder, stepping around him and wedging himself through a group of people. "And I need to get my girl," he mumbles under his breath.

Y/N finishes drying her hands when Mason opens the door to the ladies toilets, her eyes evolving from soft to glares when she sees it's him. "The gents are next door," she mumbles, but Mason doesn't listen to her. A faint squeak spills out as he places one hand on her waist, pushing her back until she's pressed up against the wall. "What are you doing?" She asks, pushing one hand against his chest in an attempt to move him away.

Mason grips her wrist tightly, pinning it above her head as he steps into her body, flushing his chest against hers. He had ached to feel this close to her again, to have everything she has been giving to Christian, but tonight wasn't about his feelings; he just wanted to humiliate and hurt her.

"I always did like this shade of lipstick on you," he hooks his fingers under her chin, tilting her head back to look at him. Fire burns in her eyes and it lights one of his own in the pit of his stomach. "You really had to ruin our game, didn't you?" He speaks his mind, sniggering when she scoffs. His head turns to counters and the wide mirror hanging above them. "I could've had you bent over those counters, dress pulled up and your panties tucked into my back pocket," Mason describes to her, "I could've had you begging for me to fill your pussy with my cum, whilst your brother and all of our friends waited for you to return from the toilets." His head turns back to look at her, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "We could still do that right now," Mason offers, "what do you say to that, hmm? Let me give you a birthday present better than everyone else's. He wouldn't even have to know."

"I don't cheat on my partners," she scoffs, "no matter how good looking or tempting the offer is." Her wrist wriggles free, both hands pushing on his chest to get him away from her. "But, hey, don't worry about it," she taps her hand twice against his shoulder as she steps past him, "my pussy will still be filled with cum tonight, just not yours."

"Now, now, play nice, Little Chilwell," Mason's quick to wrap his long fingers around her wrist, pulling her into his side. Y/N tried once more to wriggle away but his grip tightens, drawing another quick squeak. "Did you tell him about our little game?" He asks, sniggering as he watches her jaw tense from the corner of his eyes. "Does he know how easily you'll throw yourself at your brother's friends?"

A laugh of mockery bubbles in her stomach and spills from her mouth. "You're still not over it, are you?" She uses her free hand to pry off his hand and twists her body to face him. "It's nearly been three months," Y/N's reminder only serves to hurt him, "learn to move on."

He rakes his fingers through his hair, tugging a little at the roots out of frustration, and watches her leave the ladies. His feet move quickly to the door, catching the handle before it closes and slips his body through the crack. "I'll ruin it all for you!" Mason shouts after Y/N. She stops at the end of the corridor, her hand pulling away from the door handle. "I'll ruin tonight, I'll ruin your relationship with Christian, I'll ruin your relationship with Ben," he rattles off, "I'll do it! I will!"

Y/N makes her way upstairs, giving everyone her best fake smile as she sits down. She purposely leans across to kiss Christian's cheek when she spots Mason walking back to the table, giggling as she wipes away the lipstick left behind. Sitting back in her chair, her eyes flicker down the table, to where Mason sat between Declan and Reece. He stared back at her over the rim of his pint glass and Y/N was greatly satisfied with the reaction she had gotten.

Mason went back to watching Y/N like he had done before, only this time jealously bubbled and rose quickly to the surface. If this had been a cartoon, there probably would've been steam coming out of his ears and his face would be bright red. He couldn't stand watching her with him, watching them hold hands or watching how his arm shifted to place his hand on her leg under the table. And there was only so much more he could take.

Forty-five minutes pass before Mason was sliding his chair out from under the table. "I have something I would like to say," he announces, rising to his feet. His half-empty pint glass is clasped in his left hand, whilst his right hand is holding onto Declan's shoulder, keeping him balanced as the excessive amount of beers begins to make an impact. "It's about the birthday girl-"

"Declan, shut him up!" Y/N hisses through her teeth.

Declan rises to his feet, taking Mason by the elbow and attempting to defuse the situation. "Come on, mate," he mumbles, tapping his free hand against his chest and removing the pint glass from his hand, "I think you're done for tonight. Let's get you in a taxi-"

"No, I'm not done yet," Mason shakes his head, poking his finger against Declan's chest, "everyone needs to know just how much of an indecisive bitch she is."

Christian's hand tenses around Y/N's thigh, the tips of his fingers pressing into her skin. "Watch your mouth!" He warns, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Mate, you don't even know you're own girlfriend," Mason fires back, "not even days before she was shacking up with you, she was fucking me!" Complete silence falls across the table, all eyes now on Mason. "It turns out we can get along with each other, just as long as we're tearing each other's clothes off."

Ben slowly rises from his chair, Y/N watching carefully to see what her brother would do. His expression was calm and collected, but there was so hint or incline into the thoughts swarming behind his blue eyes. "Declan, take him home, now!" He instructs, his voice even calm and collected.

"I apologise," Mason holds both hands up, still trying to get himself away from Declan, "my parents taught me to never lie; I never actually fucked her, but I was this close." He indicates with his fingers just how close he had been, holding his thumb and finger together. "But I did get a taste and you can agree with me, Chris, she does taste sweet-"

"Mason, shut up!" Y/N hands slam against the table as she quickly stands to her feet, shouting across the table. This was the reaction Mason had hoped for, to goad her enough so she would volcanically respond to him. "Shut up! Just shut up!"

Mason claps his hands together. "Oh, there goes Mount Little Chilwell, everyone!"

Christian stands from his chair, placing a hand lovingly against the small of her back. "Just let it go," he whispers into her ear, attempting to calm her down, "he's just trying to ruin your birthday but you're smart enough to not let him, okay?"

She moves away from him, shaking her head. "I need some air," she mumbles, avoiding his eyes. She stops as she reaches the end of the table, glancing over her shoulder to a table of silent and embarrassed guests. "I might be an indecisive bitch, as you say," Y/N address Mason, "but after that display, you've just made, here's one thing I am certain of he's the one that I want, not you."

a/n: the aftermath of this chapter will spill into the next one so if the ending feels abrupt that is why

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[papercupids]

make you love me again - lee taeyong

pairing -> taeyong x reader

summary -> “and as for you not remembering him, he’d do it all again, you were worth it and so much more.”

or alternatively, where the love of his life forgets him.

genre -> established relationship!au, amnesia!au, angst.

word count -> 2.6k

warnings -> mentions of an accident, a hospital setting in the last few scenes.

“Do you think they’ll like it?” taeyong puts the velvet box in the bag and places it cautiously in the backseat, as he turns to doyoung for an honest opinion.

even if his best friend hadn’t woken him up at nine am on a Sunday, he’d still be pissed at the boring job he was being forced to do, he groans as he raises the heat in the car, bloody december, he thinks.

“I could’ve told you if you’d let me see it.” he scoffed, reminding the blonde man in the driver’s seat about how when minutes earlier he was showing the case to him he didn’t even let him touch it for the fear that he might drop it.

“what if you dropped it?” doyoung shoots a dirty look towards taeyong, best friends for about seventeen years and this is how he treats him, he wonders if taeyong will even give him the best man title. 

but he’s happy for his best friend, the shine in his eyes making it awfully hard for him to be angry on his friend. in all these years of being his friends, doyoung had almost never seen taeyong this happy, so internally he was finally at peace that his bestfriend is in a good place now. 

 The car revs up as taeyong shoots a wink to his best friend to convince him to throw away his scowl and he rolls his eyes in reply, “at least take me to a cafe as a compensation, you asshole,” he hits the back of taeyong’s head as the latter reluctantly agrees and they pull into one down a the street.

Back at home, he checks off “ring” from his mental to do list and now all that remains is “pop out the question” which was the hardest part of all, he takes a deep breath as he faces himself in the mirror, his blonde hair messed due to his habit of running his hand continuously whenever he was nervous. he could see the obvious signs of jumpiness mixed with a little excitement in his body language. 

he also knew you noticed, you always did, and it killed him to think you might be thinking about the worst case scenario of his cryptid behaviour, but it was all for the best, the surprise would be worth it. 

taeyong lies on his back and goes over what needed to be done for tomorrow, the restaurant was reserved, the ring was here, the tux hanged; dry cleaned and crisp in his wardrobe, now all he needed was to call you and let you know, even though you knew about the date you were going on tomorrow, meeting after almost a week despite taeyong having a vacation, you were yet to be made aware of the location because at the time taeyong was still having trouble reserving the cafe of his choice

he put the phone on his ears, listening to it ring and hoped that the day where he wouldn’t have to rely on this bloody phone to hear your voice, to be connected to you wasn’t far. 

and your voice pulls him out of his daydream, “yong?” you ask, you’re currently curled up on the sofa bingeing some crappy book adaption on netflix and you pause it for him, glad to be freed of the mental torture that was the show.

“hey,” his voice sounds tired and exhausted and you couldn’t help but wonder what he did for him to be this way, maybe you were reading a little too much into things or maybe it was this way, but taeyong’s behaviour these days had been nothing if not weird. 

first he cancelled on various movie nights, then he stopped coming to your home and even if he did he wouldn’t stay and this was the man that was the clingy one of you both, who would whine even if you wanted to go to the bathroom, leaving him. He’ d been acting weird all week, maybe he was about to break up with you. You crossed your finger for it to not be true, you really thought he was the one.

“what are you upto?” you twirl the end of your hair as you eye the dirty dishes in your sink, someone needed to peel their eyes from the television. 

“oh, just nothing, just about to go sleep,”

“good, okay,” and he doesn’t know what to say next, he has entirely strayed from what the reason was for him to call you and he just hears you breath, counting in, out, in, out —

"are we still on for tomorrow?” you ask, throwing a subtle jab at him which you don’t think he’ll get. 

“yes, that is exactly why i called you,” he sits up from his daze. 

“you’ve heard about that cafe midnight?” he grins

of course, you had, it was a small cafe, where you both met. both being night owls had ended up in the recently opened twenty four hour cafe and you’d both had been in the same queue when your card declined and being the polite gentlema he was, he had offered to pay for you; in exchange for of course, a date. 

you had both went there numerous times in the entirety of your relationship and it was subtly established as “your” place and taeyong wanted to seal that. 

“goodnight, i love you,” taeyong whispered and all the doubts you had in your heart evaporated momentarily but all the same. 

“i love you, too.”

 You sighed as you went to bed, was he not even going to pick you up?

He must be busy, an opposing voice in your mind said.

Pretty soon though, you fell asleep. And spent the entirety of the next day torn in two, the part of you that thought he was going to propose to you fought with the part that he was going to break up, him being weird through all of the month fueling the latter thought. But you managed to pull through.

And as you stood in front of the mirror splashing perfume, and took a good look at yourself, a small amount of makeup on your face to just cover your tiredness from all day.

and your outfit semi-casual, since you didn’t think about changing entirely from your work clothes. cafè midnight was almost like home, then why should you?

“No matter what happens today, you’re alive and thriving so it’s okay, alright?” you take a deep breath.

And you nodded to yourself and got out in the car and started the engine.

On the other side of town, in the dorm, taeyong straightened his bow and repeated the dialogues he had been memorizing for the whole day.

“....and there’s no one else with whom i’d rather have kids with, i mean ofcourse that is only if you want them-” his hands awkwardly holding on the paper to read and his voice robotic.

taeyong pauses when he sees doyoung standing in the doorway, weirded out.

“What?”

“man, if you keep on repeating it again and again to the mirror instead of y/n, you might as well marry the mirror.”

“Fuck off.” But taeyong knew that his friend was right and that he was late.

doyoung approached his friend’s figure and sat on the end of his bed, “taeyong, i know you want everything to be perfect but it’ll come from your heart. for once, listen to it and this,” he takes the piece of the paper and discards it.

He swings out of his room giving his best friend a quick hug for the small pep talk, passed haechan, gave him a quick peck on the cheeks and rushed out the door.

haechan just stares in confusion as he watches his group leader rush out of the door, slamming it behind him.

meanwhile as taeyong is about to get into his car, his phone buzzes in his pocket, creating a vibrating sound and he wouldn’t even have noticed it but he was about to keep the phone out of his pocket inside the car.

It was your mom.

 He furrowed his brows and quickly accepted the call. He heard her weeping. He quickly went in alert mode.

“mrs. l/n,” he confirms in a tone, his heart dropping as your mother sniffles more.

“What happened, are you okay?”

She sniffled in between, tried to catch her breath and responded, “i am. But tae, Y/N.”

That’s all it took taeyong to go weak in his feet. your mother didn’t say much, she gave the address to the hospital and told him to reach there as soon as possible.

He quietly switched on the engine but he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts so he went inside quietly and asked haechan and asked him to come with him, the younger male confused of how it was almost as if someone had switched off a bulb in taeyong and how different he’d been acting all evening, he complied and quickly put on a jacket, and they silently both sat in the car where taeyong finally told haechan,

“y/n,” his voice cracked. “y/n’s morher has called us to the hospital,”

he faces haechan for a brief moment, “i think something happened to y/n,”

 The next few moments passed by in a blur, it was a mess; taeyong felt numb, he couldn’t get in touch with his feelings. he felt haechan’s presence beside him in the passenger seat, walking beside him to the hospital, getting in the lift, standing there when your parents explained the whole situation to him.

it was only when haechan put a hand on his shoulder after he sat down on one of the chairs in the lobby that taeyong realized he was crying.

You had been in an accident while driving to the dinner itself, and taeyong felt as if his whole world had been uprooted and unknowingly, all by him.

If he had just been less cryptic and drove you to the place himself, you would not be here, in surgery, with the doctors hoping you’d survive.

If only.

The box burnt holes in his pocket, if it wouldn’t have been for it, you’d still be okay and fine. he wanted ro throw it away from the 13th floor window, scream for car to drive over it. but before he could proceed with any of that, The doctor came out after what seemed like hours and updated them, “i think they’re stable for now,” he looked down, “we can only say for sure when they wake up.”

And that was when taeyong’s heart sank for the umpteenth time that day.

 He sent your parents and haechan home and stayed in the hospital room with you. 

For the majority of the night, he hovered above you and prayed with every fibre in his heart that you survive. the beeping of the ecg he could feel his own pulse raising rapidly and falling at the same speed.

At last, around 4, he fell asleep on the stool beside your bed. 

He woke to the sound of soft clattering and as he opened his eyes and the consciousness of his surroundings sunk in, he shot up straight.

He saw you.

You fumbled with the IV stuck in your arm and tried to sit up. The pain in your head was almost unbearable. It was like it was burst open and then stitched back.

And the stench of the hospital flooded your nose. 

taeyong couldn’t believe his eyes, he rushed to you and kneeled near the bed, tears in his eyes, “Y/N, you’re…..you’re….you’re alive,” he then stood up and slowly, very slowly, he reached to cup your face. 

“i thought i lost you,” he gently strokes your face, afraid you’d break if he as much as puts a finger the wrong way on you.

“and i’m such a fucking jerk, i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have kept you in the dark-“

and that’s when he notices that you aren’t listening, in fact you stare at him with a visible discomfort in your eyes. and he pulls away his hands from your face, he doesn’t know what to do except just stare, what’s wrong?

and he turns away, on the pretext of letting the doctor know that you’re awake.

were you really that angry on him that you wouldn’t even talk to him?

maybe he deserved that, he thought as he walked back with the doctor to your ward.

the doctor told him to wait outside as he examined your condition.

and he watched from the translucent tinted window, your figure laying weakly in the bed, the doctor moving around checking the numerous machines.

and then finally taking a seat on the stool that taeyong was sitting on minutes ago.

and he finally sat down at the chairs outside, taking out his phone to type out a message to your parents that you’re awake.

after what seems like an hour, the doctor comes out, the paper that was empty when taeyong escorted him out of his office was marked with various notes, crossed out and then clear handwriting.

he gestures taeyong to not get up and instead sits down, his brows furrowed as he thinks about a way to break it to taeyong.

he’s done this many times, it’s not going to be any different this time.

“i think it’s retrograde amnesia,”

“what?” taeyong stares back at him.

and that’s when your parents rush in from the lift, the doctor stops not wanting to explain twice both to taeyong and your parents.

“they don’t remember you,” the doctor states, kind of as a matter of fact.

“they’ve hit their head a little too hard in the accident, so it’s normal that they don’t remember you,”

taeyong flinches at his mention, thankful that at least you’re not angry on him.

but you don’t...you don’t remember him, he can’t bring himself to come to terms with the knowledge.

all of the candle light dinner dates, the impromptu road trips, getting lost in grocery stores, driving out late at night, it was all gone?

His hands running in his hair, he bent down on one of the chairs outside and tried to breathe. 

he waited out and stared the same cold, tinted window as your parents nervously went inside, unsure if their own kid remembers them. taeyong waited out for them to be as puzzled as him but through the window he saw you hugging them. And he was completely blank.

and after almost 15 minutes of your mother sitting by your side and talking, your father steps out to taeyong and asks him to come inside, taeyong hesitates a little but steps in anyway.

He takes small steps in, drowsiness and the fact that he hasn’t had a proper meal in almost 20 hours, making his legs wiggly, or maybe he wasn’t ready to admit to himself that he was just nervous.

“Y/N,” your mother tells you, pointing out to the brown haired man, “this is taeyong.” 

“He was a good friend of yours.”

taeyong shoots you a small smile as you apologise for the previous encounter with him. and he gets animatedly absorbed in your concersations again, as your parents talk about the things that are currently going on in your life.

The doctor told them to give you some space and to take baby steps in reminding you of what your life was. It was a process but if they were lucky they’d get there soon enough.

slowly, taeyong got to terms with his feeling, he wasn’t upset at all, in the car ride back home, he was just thankful you were alive. 

And as for you not remembering him, he’d do it all again, you were worth it and so much more.

And he placed the box with the ring in his drawer, someday. He thought. 

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i measure time by days spent away from you.

roman godfrey x reader

summary: while you’re off on a girls weekend, roman is left missing you.

word count: 5.9k

a/n: ingredients: just sweetness. instructions: read when you are feeling sad. results: good feelings resulting in feedback 4 the writer (-:  

“I can’t believe you’re being such a baby about this.” 

“Fuck off,” Roman grumbled in reply, moving to lay flat against the mattress with a huff. 

You just laughed and continued to fold clothes into your bag. You were very meticulous when it came to packing, wanting everything in your suitcase to be stored efficiently to maximize space. Roman always teased you about it. Although, each and every vacation taken together, he always complained that he couldn’t fit everything he wanted to bring in his suitcase. You’d counter his irritation by offering to help him pack next time, and he’d always roll his eyes stubbornly.

But, you wouldn’t have to hear his snarky comments or annoyed ramblings this trip, because you were leaving Roman behind in Pennsylvania. 

Destiny had invited you to her bachelorette party in Atlantic City for the long weekend, and you had happily accepted. You had been awaiting this girls trip for weeks and you were excited that it had finally arrived. You didn’t have many female friends anymore, having grown apart from the ones you made in high school and college, so the opportunity to have some good old fashioned girl time was overdue. While you and Destiny were close, you had never met any of her other friends. You were silently hoping to come out of the weekend with some new buddies, a few good stories, and plans for future adventures. 

“I just don’t understand why it’s three days…” he said, watching you riffle through the closet for a party dress. 

“Hardly,” you snorted, “I’ll be gone tonight, tomorrow and Sunday morning. You’ll barely even notice.”

The sound of you moving hangers around covered Roman’s pouted not likely.

Roman had been dreading your departure all week and now that it was here, he was stewing in self pity and pubescent angst. He didn’t want you to fly to New Jersey and go partying with a bunch of rowdy women, he just wanted you to himself. Which he knew was selfish and borderline unhealthy, but he didn’t really care. He liked you right by his side, slung under his arm, safe and sound. He wasn’t used to you going out with friends and especially not for so long. If you were out for an evening, you were back and in bed snuggled to his chest well before dawn. 

“I just don’t see why you can’t fly out Saturday morning, do whatever Destiny wants, then fly home in the evening,” Roman sighed, waving his hands lazily in the air. 

“What kind of loser does that? It’s like showing up for the birthday party and leaving before the sleepover,” you took a dress from the closet and walked to the mirror to pose with it infront of your body. 

“You hated sleepovers as a kid,” he argued. 

“I never wanted to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor,” you shuttered, “but when I’m promised a nice mattress, along with tons of drinking and dancing? Count me in for the sleepover and all the party favors.” 

“So, what?” Roman pushed up to rest on his elbows, “You’re just going to get wasted and dance? You could do that here, y’know?” 

“You wanna go dancing with me, Rome?” you shifted your eyes from the dress to look at his reflection in the mirror. 

“You know I’d go with you if you asked…” 

“Then, we should totally go dancing next weekend, baby.” 

You turned to place the dress you had been modeling in your bag and Roman groused petulantly. He watched closely as you folded the slinky designer dress on top of your other clothing and toiletries, smiling when it fit perfectly. You mouthed your checklist to yourself, counting off on your fingers that you had everything you needed, before you zipped the suitcase shut. When you had finished, you shuffled around on your knees to look at him.

“What if I fly down with you and we could get our own room? Have some hotel fun?” he raised an eyebrow and you just shook your head at his pleading. 

“Ro, this is a girls weekend, meaning no boys allowed. Including you.” 

He once more threw himself back down on the mattress in theatrics. 

“You do know that Peter lives here now?” you walked over to the bed and hopped on to straddle his hips, “How can you be mad at me for leaving you to have a fun weekend with your best friend?”

“Peter has plans.” 

“I know for a fact that he doesn't,” you took Roman’s face on your hands and pivoted his chin to look at you, “so go out with him. Have some fun, get drunk, do whatever you can’t do when I’m here.”  

Roman let you handle him completely, his neck limp and suggestible. He stared up at you with sad emerald eyes. 

“What if I make some calls and get the jet? I could get it here in an hour and you could go to New Jersey and be home before dinner?”

You just smiled and leaned down to kiss him softly, “I love you.” 

“Is that a yes?” 

“It’s a no, but I still love you.”

Again, Roman slumped and sulked.  

You looked down at your moping boyfriend and kissed his jaw affectionately. You knew that Roman loved you, but you weren’t entirely sure why he was throwing such a fit about your leaving? Sure, he liked being with you, doing things with you, fucking you; but he wasn’t one of those partner’s who was lost without their other half. Roman did plenty of things alone, even went on the occasional business trip all by his lonesome and never put up this kind of fight before. 

You had mentally chalked it down as him being a possessive worry wart, which is why you already had plans to text him often to ease his mind. 

As you continued to lay soft kisses to his skin, there was a honk outside followed closely by a buzz of your phone. Your car had arrived to pick you up. Roman groaned as you sat up. 

“I gotta go, baby.” 

“Five more minutes?” 

“I don’t think I can ask the driver to do that,” you hummed as you pushed yourself off him. 

You went to the door and you looked over your shoulder to see Roman still laying down, a scowl on his face. 

“Are you gonna walk me down, at least? I’d like to say goodbye to you.”

Roman’s scowl deepened before he released a deep breath and pushed up from the mattress and walked to you. When he reached you, you made a move to grab your bags, but Roman beat you to it. He picked up your luggage without any haste and left the bedroom without a word or backward glance. You just rolled your eyes at his childishness and followed him, catching up with his long legged strides to wrap your arms around his waist. You pressed your cheek firmly to his back, and wound your fingertips in the fabric of his shirt. It made walking down the stairs a struggle, but Roman didn’t move to peel you off, which you appreciated. 

“You off?” Peter asked from the living room, lifting the remote to pause whatever he was watching on TV. 

“Sure am,” you said from behind Roman, giving him a gentle squeeze. 

“Have fun, will ya? Say hi to D for me.” 

“I will,” you grinned as Roman stayed silent. 

You could see Peter's face screw up with confusion on Roman’s stoic behavior, but kept his mouth shut on the matter, something you were thankful for. There was another honk from outside which prompted you to start to drag your oversized boyfriend to the front door. 

“Have fun!” Peter called again, his voice muted by the closing door. 

Once outside, Roman handed off your suitcase to the town car driver. The man took your luggage, then opened the backseat door swiftly for you to enter, waiting expectantly. 

“Give us a minute,” Roman said, dismissing the driver with a little too much hostility. 

The driver gave no indication of being offended by Roman’s tone, as he nodded and went to put your bag in the trunk of the car and then returned to the driver's seat. When he was out of sight, Roman looked you in the eyes. 

“You really sure you wanna go?” 

“Really sure,” you responded with a quick nod. 

“I guess I can’t talk you out of it then, now can I?” he frowned. 

“Roman, I promise you everything is going to be OK. I’ll be fine there, and you’ll be fine here.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” he slumped his shoulders. 

“Then what is it?” 

Roman just shrugged. Too stubborn to admit how much he would miss you. 

You sighed, “Well, whatever it is… I’m going to miss you.” 

Roman took his hands from his pockets and placed them on your hips. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll miss you, too.” 

You slid your hands up his chest to meet behind his neck, pulling him close. 

“I love you very much,” you placed a chaste kiss to his lips, which Roman chased. 

“Love you, too.” he returned, giving you a much longer, more passionate kiss. 

When you pulled apart, Roman spoke again. 

“Text me when you get to the airport, when you board the plane, when you take off, when you land, when you actually get off the plane, what kind of car you're taking to the hotel, get me the driver’s info if you can --” you interrupted his rambled list. 

“I will, I will do all of that and I will tell you when we get to the hotel.” you said in a soft, placating voice. You smoothed your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and felt tiny goosebumps form along the skin underneath. 

“Fine, fine, OK.” Roman’s jaw tightened. 

You leaned up and pressed your lips to the tensing muscle, “I love you and I promise to keep you posted, but I gotta go. I don’t wanna miss the flight.” 

Roman nodded stiffly, but said nothing. 

You began to wiggle away from his hold, when Roman decided to swoop down one last time to kiss you. You were sure the driver was retching by the sheer amount of times you both had done so, but you didn’t care. You loved this silly man and would drown him in smooches to his heart content before you left. 

When your final kiss ceased, you both with labored breathing and gloss swollen lips, Roman let you enter the backseat of the town car and shut the door behind you. 

As the car drove away, you unrolled the window and leaned out the opening, blowing him a dramatic kiss as you swayed your arm in the wind like a 19th century on looker to a parting ship. Roman watched you with a stilted smile until you disappeared down the road. 

When Roman came back inside the house, Peter was waiting for him.

“So, the ol’ ball and chain is out for the weekend. What are your plans?”

Roman said nothing to him as he began to march up the stairs, hand clenching the rail. 

“I’m thinking strippers? Huh? Could be fun?” Peter walked to the staircase and watched Roman until he receded into the hallway without a reply. 

“Maybe rent the fight on pay-per-view? Get some beers?” he called louder. 

Still he only received silence. He rested his chin on the banister and waited a moment before he yelled, “Fine, be a pussy and cry that your girlfriend is gone!” 

The sound of a door being thrown open was Peter’s first response, followed by a verbal one. 

“I never said no, Jesus! So fucking fine, let’s go to the strip club, asshole.” 

Peter smirked as he heard Roman’s indiscernible grumbles before he shut himself right back into his bedroom. Roman liked to pretend he was complicated, but Peter could play him like a fiddle. 

Roman was surrounded by body oil, neon lights and gyrating women. A few years ago, this would have been his heaven, his domain. But now, it all felt trivial and antiquated. It felt played out and pathetic. With the neck of a beer bottle cradled lazily between his fingers, he watched on as the beautiful women of the club stripped from their skimpy costumes and revealed themselves in new and arousing ways. 

Peter, who sat next to him at their small circular table, was transfixed by the women around them. Reclined in his seat with a smile on his face, his eyes followed the dancers as they spun around poles, as they groped and shook themselves. Roman knew that he should have the same appreciation for the dancers as his friend. He knew that he should be calling over the ones who eyed him up and down with lust, he knew that he should be paying for private dances until his bank account ran dry. But he didn’t want to. He didn’t feel like it, at all. 

Peter picked up on his friend's lack of enthusiasm when he found him slipping his phone from his pocket every few minutes to check for notifications. He let out a snort through his nose, one that was muffled under the booming music, but still heard by Roman. 

“What?” he asked as he tried to discreetly put his cell back in his front pocket. 

“Nothing,” Peter hummed, raising his eyebrows, “Just find it funny.” 

“Find what funny?” 

“That you’re so whipped.” 

“Fuck off,” Roman scoffed, taking a swig of his beer. 

“Sure, sure, whatever. It won’t make you any less whipped, though…” Peter smirked. 

“I am not fucking whipped.” 

“Yeah? Then why do you look like you just put your fucking dog down when you should be looking like a kid in a candy store? Huh?” 

“I’m just not feeling it, OK? These girls are ugly. If I see one more cesarean scar I might vomit,” he sneered. 

“These girls are all tens and you know it! You’re just being a pouty little whipped boy because your girlfriend’s gone.” 

Roman’s face hardened as he turned to glare at Peter, “Fine, y’know that? Fuck you, you goddamn prick. Have fun with these busted bitches. I’m out of here.” 

Roman shot from his seat and slammed his beer on the table, causing a few other patrons to look over. He was already gathering his things to leave. 

“Hey, hey, hey, cool down, bud,” Peter said, trying to pacify a Godfrey level tantrum, “I was just joking around, OK? I’m just bustin’ your balls, that’s all.”

Roman’s mouth pressed into a thin line as he loomed over the table with a glower in his wide eyes. 

“C’mon man, just sit,” Peter pleaded, “Don't be weird about it, just sit.” 

Roman eventually relented after a long pause, collapsing his long limbs back into his chair with a loud sniff, his posture rigid. Roman picked his beer back up and took a pull from the bottle. 

“Look, I really was just kidding around, alright? Don’t take it to heart or anything,” Peter said, leaning toward his friend so he wouldn’t have to talk over the music. 

“Yeah, Ok. Fine,” Roman replied, refusing to make eye contact by letting his gaze wander around the club. 

Peter sighed, “I get it, alright? I do. When you’re in love, things are different. You have blinders on to everything but that one person, and as easy as it is to make fun of, it’s not a bad thing, Roman. It’s good, and it’s a good feeling to have.” 

Roman finally looked over the table to Peter, whose gaze had wilted and saddened. He could practically see him thinking about Letha, her face forming and twisting in his irises. 

He swallowed thickly before he slapped Peter on the shoulder in a search to break the tension, “No hard feelings. I’m gonna head out for a smoke, yeah? And I promise when I get back I’ll have a better time. OK?” 

Peter pursed his lips in an attempt to ward off the bubbling curse of his fallen love's memory and nodded, quickly downing the remainder of his drink and calling a waitress over for another. 

Roman took his jacket from the back of his chair and headed for the exit. Once outside, he collected his pack of Marlboros from his pocket, then a cigarette and the lighter that fit snuggly beside each other. 

As he sucked on the filter under the club’s awning and fluorescent flood lights, he felt his phone vibrate. He scrambled to retrieve it from his jeans and read the text hurriedly. 

just got to dinner and im ordering a vodka soda and thinking of you. miss u already, ily!

Roman’s heart flipped and fluttered in a way that made his cheeks tinge with pink, while a smile fought to curl on his lips. As he quickly typed out a reply, a little voice in the back of his head told him that maybe Peter was right, maybe he was whipped. 

drink slow, baby, remember what happened in ibiza when you had to many lol

And immediately after

i love you too, keep me posted

When he pocketed his phone once more, Roman pondered. Flicking the ash off of the end of his cigarette, he decided that there were worse things in life than being in love with a woman, and being devoted to her. If that made him whipped, then so be it. Though, he would never admit that to anyone but his consciousness (even a bit painfully at that).  

The sheets were warm with body heat and Roman had lost the cool side of his pillow hours ago. He tossed and turned. He shucked off the blankets, just to retrieve them moments later. His limbs danced under the sheets in search of comfort and a portion of the bed that wasn’t sticky with his sweat and a high temperature. His hips hurt from laying on his sides and his shoulders hurt when he rolled on his back. He was crawling out of his skin with discomfort and soreness as the moon illuminated the bedroom. Around 1AM, he had tried to close the blinds, but they only ever budged for your magic touch, and Roman had only mangled them into an unrelenting slope. 

Roman had checked his phone every ten minutes since he got under the covers. He had texted you a succinct good night around eleven and had received a jumbled good night in response. He had typed out a text that had bordered on passive aggressive, asking about how your night had been going and how much you had had to drink, but deleted it before he hit send. He was doing his best to avoid playing into the overbearing, resentful boyfriend role that he felt he was in. You deserved to let loose, he just wished he was by your side as you did (and not thousands of miles away).

He had typed another text out just after midnight, then another after the blinds incident, but deleted those as well. Part of his pouting was pretending that you didn’t want to be bothered by his messages, so he would just lock his phone and return it to the night stand each time. But, that was before the irritation had set in on his bones and just the thought of trying to fall asleep made his skin waver and blister. 

But he still didn’t text you. 

Because this time he called. 

He shuffled around as he listened to the phone ring in his ear, squirming under the covers as the top sheet seemed to be holding his ankle hostage. He felt an overwhelming urge to snap and strip the bed of its clothes and throw them all out on the lawn, when he heard you begin to pick up.

“Ro?” you shouted into the receiver, the loud blare of club music accompanying your voice. 

“Hey, you’re still out?” he asked, twisting his leg around erratically until his ankle was free. 

“I can’t hear you! Hold on,” you said loudly again, followed by muffled shuffles as you moved through the crowd.   

“Wait! Hold on! Roman! Wait!” he heard your far away voice say as you exited the club. 

The music grew further away and the static shuffle ended, Roman could finally hear your voice and only it. 

“Sorry ‘bout that,” you giggled.

“Having fun?” Roman asked, trying to mask his interest. 

“Yeah,” he could hear your shrug, “dancing is lots of fun.”

“You sound like you’re having fun.” 

“Well, I can be lots of fun after a few Moscow Mules,” you chuckled at your own joke. 

“Switched from vodka sodas?”

“Yeah, the other girls were drinking them so I thought, ‘Hey! Why not?’”

Roman could hear the sound of your high heels echoing on the pavement. 

“How are you getting along with them? No bad blood?” 

There was a beat of pause on your end before you sighed, “It’s hard to make new friends, Rome.”

“Did something happen?” Roman felt a flare of anger in his chest. 

“No, no,” you replied, “they’re nice girls, I think I’m just in my head about it.” 

“Are you sure, baby?” 

“Yeah, everything's fine, really. I am having a lot of fun.” you reassured. 

“You sure?” 

“I mean, they’re nice. They are… but they’ve all been friends for years, and I’m just this new girl coming in and trying to fit in with them. That’s the only bad part; feeling like I have to prove myself or something… I don’t know. Girls are weird,” you peeled away at the skin on your lip as you spoke. 

“They’re excluding you? The fuck is wrong with those fucking women? Who the fuck do they think they are?” Roman’s heart beat began to accelerate and suddenly sleep was the last thing on his mind. 

“No, of course they aren’t excluding me. Destiny wouldn’t let that happen and you know it,” you said, “it’s just… they all have inside jokes and years of history together and y’know, here I come, Destiny’s new friend whose main bond with her is weird vargulf trauma.”

“I swear to God, baby, if I hear anything about them bullying you, no one will ever find the bodies. I’ll drain those snotty bitches for you,” he swore. 

You replied with a light hearted giggle, “I highly doubt that will be necessary. But is there something very wrong with me, that you threatening homicide for me, sorta turns me on?” 

Your comment was the pin to burst the anger that had begun to balloon in his chest. 

Roman snickered, “No, at least not to me. I think that’s what makes us work together.” 

You made a noise in thoughtful agreement.

“Roman? Can I ask you something?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Why aren’t you asleep? You came home from the club hours ago.” 

Roman let a beat of silence come over the receiver as he collected his thoughts. He was slightly embarrassed by the reason, and while he had come to the conclusion there were worse things in the world than being whipped, he didn’t want you to know how whipped he was for you. 

“Jus’ hard to sleep alone,” Roman mumbled into his phone, picking at a loose thread on the duvet. 

He heard you snort a laugh and twinge of shame flared in his belly. 

“Ro, you sleep without me all the time! I’m the needy one who can never sleep without you, remember? We go over this everytime you go out of town.”

“What? So, I’m some frigid monster without feelings? I can’t miss you? I can’t possibly not be able to sleep without you because I’m such an unfeeling asshole?” Roman carped defensively. 

“Mm, baby, I love when you put words in my mouth,” you were happily drunk, so while this could have been said with malice and venom during a fight, you said it with warmth and giggles now. 

“I never said that you are unfeeling or cold or an asshole. You are sometimes, but that’s beside the point,” Roman grumbled bitterly as you continued, “You’ve just never brought up not bein’ able to sleep when you’re away, is all. You go to Tokyo quarterly and it’s never come up when you get home.”

A jumbled, muffled response came from Roman’s end as his cheeks burned red. 

“What? Ro, I can’t hear you?” 

“I said, I… Jesus, fine. I said that I always refill my sleeping pills when I leave, ok? I pop an Ambien or two and that’s how I can sleep away from you,” he confessed, “and I don’t know, I guess I forgot to refill them before you left. So, yeah, whatever.” 

You didn’t immediately reply to Roman’s admission and his stomach began to churn with hot worry. Rationally, he knew that you wouldn’t ridicule him or tease him for his attachment to you and his acknowledgement of it. But the irrational side, the side that grew up with Olivia Godfrey as his mother, who would dull out affection only as a form of manipulation, made him feel sick. 

“Oh, Rome,” you cooed, your voice tender and comforting, “I never knew that… I, that’s actually really sweet.” 

Roman’s shoulders dropped, “Yeah?” 

“Yes! I think it’s very sweet. We can’t sleep without each other. I think it’s cute. I think that means something.” 

“Something good?” 

“I’d say so.”

Intense warmth flooded under Roman’s skin and filled his body with loose relaxation. He could hear the smile in your voice, and he could see you swaying in your heels, propping yourself up on a brick wall that bordered the building, and he knew you were wishing it was him. He wished it was him, too. He had never felt such a perverse envy of brick in his life, because it got to feel your soft skin and caress your flowing hair while Roman was a million miles away, craving the taste of you. 

Roman wished he could curl up inside your voice, that he could let your syllables embrace and pet him, let your sentences of sweeter things and kind compliments rock him to sleep and help him forget how far away you truly were.

After a few silent moments of simmering in each other’s long distance affection, Roman reluctantly spoke.

“You gotta go back in soon?” 

“Probably,” you gave a heaving sigh, “I don’t want them to worry or anything.” 

“Or have them give you shit for being whipped,” Roman said with a forced chuckle. 

He knew that this showed another chink in his armour, that his vulnerability glowed from underneath his comment. Sleep deprivation and loneliness was taking a toll on his filtering ability. 

“Pft,” you blew out the sound from your lips, “they already know that I’m whipped, Rome. I’m not much of a secret keeper.” 

You disclosed this without any stuttered worry or fear. You told Roman of your love and devotion to him without having to grit your teeth or wipe your clammy hands on your pants. It helped him feel comfortable in admitting his affections for you, but it was still much harder for him than it was for you. He knew that he needed to continue to work on divulging to you often and regularly of his love, because whenever you did, it filled Roman with the most remarkable and indescribable feeling. The feeling of stability and trust and happiness and the giddy feeling of knowing that the person you love most reciprocates. And Roman wanted most in life for you to feel that same way. 

“I miss you, Rome. I love you so much, but I gotta go,” you said, breaking through his thoughts. 

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I miss you, too. I love you,” Roman hoped you could hear his sincerity through the phone and your drunken haze. 

When you hummed contently, he knew you had. 

“Bye, baby,” 

“Make sure to text me when you’re back at the hotel, ok?” Roman interjected quickly before you hung up. 

“‘Course, honey. I love you!” and with that, the line went dead. 

Roman still tossed and turned and ached for your presence in his arms, but your short conversation had helped him eventually lull himself to sleep. His dreams were filled with short vignettes of you, sparks and flickers of your face. 

Just after mid-morning on Sunday, you gently stuck your key into the lock of your home’s door. You had texted Roman after you had boarded the plane home and when you landed in Pennsylvania, but you had yet to get a response. You were hopeful it was because your high strung boyfriend was still asleep, something you knew he needed.

After your over the phone heart to heart in the early hours of Saturday morning, Roman still only got fitful rest. Saturday night was much of the same, as he sent you a litany of text messages, ranging from attempts to sext to requests for Netflix show recommendations. You were beginning to feel slightly guilty for the sleep you were able to get on your hotel queen, but you mainly accredited your ability to fall into the grip of slumber from the copious amounts of alcohol you had consumed over the weekend. Even now, the effects of the alcohol still had you in a clutches. With sunglasses perched high on your nose and four Tylenol simmering in your stomach, all you wanted to do was finally be back in Roman’s arms and kiss him wherever your lethargic lips could reach. 

Once you had opened the door, you heaved your suitcases over the threshold and set your keys in the crystal dish that held Roman’s as well. You stretched your arms over your head with a squeaky moan, and inhaled deeply the smell of your home. There was something so comforting about coming home, no matter the extent of time away, and smelling the scent that your living space held. The smell that your senses accommodated to, the smell that you didn’t notice every day. Your and Roman’s shared home smelt like warm fabric softened linen and Roman’s favorite pine candle he had a stockpile of. It smelled like a hint of lemon from Anna’s disinfectant and a tad like cigarette smoke that lingered on Roman’s clothes. It smelled like Roman’s wafting cologne that made your knees buckle and your stomach flutter, and you swore you could smell your own in the air somewhere too. Maybe Roman had sprayed it in the air to comfort himself? You wouldn’t ask him if it was true, but it made you smile anyhow. 

You made your way deeper into the house, headed for the kitchen in search of a Gardorade and a granola bar before you went up to join Roman in your bedroom. Though as you rounded the corner to look into the living room, you were surprised to find Roman splayed out on the couch. Folded underneath his head was his pillow from upstairs, and draped over his lanky limbs was the thick duvet from the guest bedroom. The excess fabric pooled on the floor next to him, most of it having slipped off his body. 

Your heart thudded in your chest as you looked at him. His plump lips were spread and his jaw was lax. One of his arms was thrown over his head and the other over the back of the couch, while one of his legs had fallen off the cushions, causing his foot to lay flat on the floor. He must have been running on fumes for him to be so deep under while laying on the stiff designer couch so loosely. 

After a few more moments of admiring him, you decided to obtain your food before you went to wake him. Of course you had the option to leave him be, but you knew when he woke he would be angry if you came home and didn’t. That, and you wanted to be in his attention, even if it was just two and half days, you had missed him. 

With a few bites of your granola bar chased down by Gatorade, you walked over to Roman. You set your items down on the coffee table as you knelt next to his head. His nose scarcely scrunched and his eyelids twitched. You placed a gentle kiss to all three and he started to stir. 

“Roman? C’mon, wake up,” you whispered, brushing back a curled piece of his hair that had fallen on his forehead, “I’m home.” 

He let out a throaty groan as his eyes fought to flutter open. His adams apple bobbed and he pursed his lips before his beautiful emerald green eyes were revealed to you between languide blinks.

“Hey,” you grinned, finger combing his hair, “you finally get some sleep?” 

“(Y/N)? How long have you been home?” he asked, voice graveled from slumber. 

“Not even five minutes.”

“And you didn’t wake me?” 

“I’m waking you now,” you smiled, gripping his hair playfully. 

“Mmm,” he hummed, his arms that had been flung behind his head coming to grip you waist, “come here. C’mere, c’mere, c’mere.” 

You giggled as Roman grappled you with sleep soaked limbs to pull you on top of him. When he did, he brought his other arm down to snake around you, keeping you firmly to his body. You moved your hands up to cup his jaw, kissing him listlessly on his cheeks. 

“I missed you. Oh, I missed you,” you uttered and Roman’s arms tightening. 

“Fuck, God fuck, I missed you. I missed you so much,” Roman keened sleepily. 

You were sure he was being more candid because of how tired he was, but you didn’t care. 

“You’re never leaving again, ok? Never leavin’ my side again. Taking you everywhere with me from now on,” his hand skirted underneath the hem of your sweatshirt, his finger eagerly exploring your missed skin, “never letting you leave my sight.” 

“I’m ok with that,” you purred in his ear, kissing him with finality on his lips, “I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not.” 

Roman gave you a heavy lidded expression of pure bliss, “You make me happy.” 

“You make me happy, too.” 

You smiled down at him and propted yourself onto your elbows to get a better look at him, “Let’s go upstairs, baby. Our bed is better than this couch.” 

“Nah,” he groused, pushing you back down to his chest with a huff, “just here, just like this. Too tired to move.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, things are better now anyway.” 

Your cheeks ached from smiling as you nuzzled your nose to the column of his neck and Roman’s chest rumbled with happiness. 

Roman’s fingertips pressed into your back with comforting pressure and his other hand moved down to slip into the back of the waistband of your pants to feel the skin of your ass. 

He felt such a flood of contentment, he wondered just how he had survived at all these past few days without his fix of your skin, your smell, your kisses and you. He buried his face into your hair and ignored the way some of it found its way into his nose as he inhaled. He ignored the kink in his neck and the pain in his shoulders and the fact that he had accidentally ripped down the blinds in the bedroom the night before. Because now, nothing else mattered except you. Roman wished he could tell you just how he felt, all about this feeling. He wished he could tell you how he loved you with the entirety of his being and that you truly made him happier than anything else in the world. He hoped he figured it out soon, but for now, he knew this was enough. 

i hope you enjoyed! if so, i would love to hear your feedback (-:  and i know i am overloading you on fluff, but a very angsty story is in the works!

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[hamburgerhelpersotherhand]

Gullible

Kurt Kunkle x Reader

Warnings: Idk slight spoilers for the film? Not really.

Notes: Watch Spree, it’s better than whatever the hell this is.

It had been a long day.

The sky was black and the street lights flickered ominously. Luckily for you, the city seemed lively as you stood by and waited patiently.

Your screen lit up your face as you played silently, matching up the blocks of candy as smoothly as you could.

By the time your car had pulled up, you had finished another level.

“Y/N L/N?” A voice asked, shouting.

You looked up from your device and spotted the young man behind the wheel. His window was rolled down.

“Yes?” You reply.

“I’m Kurt, your Spree driver.” He smiled and you graciously lifted your bags off the ground and approached the vehicle.

“Want me to pop the trunk?”

“No, but thank you.” You easily replied, opening the door and sitting in the backseat with your bags by your sides. Once your seatbelt clicked, your spree driver merged back into the empty late-night city traffic.

You started another level on your phone, silently hoping your newfound addiction wouldn’t cause you to feel carsick.

Unbeknownst to you, Kurt flicked his eyes from the road to the rear view mirror as he watched you.

“Do you have social media?” He asked. You nearly jumped, not expecting the driver to attempt small talk this late at night.

“Uh—“ Your eyes met his through the rear view mirror. “You should watch the road.”

“Yeah. I know.” His eyes went back to the road, yet... you caught him glancing your way many times before you continued with your level.

“The cameras—“ He caught your attention once more, though you can argue you hadn’t really been able to immerse yourself in the riveting gameplay of your puzzle app since he started talking moments ago. You look up to see him motion to the many cameras strapped to the windows of his car. “-they’re live-streaming at the moment. For my safety, of course.”

As you observe the reflective lenses, you feel your stomach twist. While you do enjoy the private life with little to no social media presence, you find yourself holding back the pleads to turn the cameras off. It’s just another few minutes, you can deal with it.

You exit out of your game and decide to stare out the window as the street lights shine through.

Kurt looks to his phone strapped to the dashboard as he drives, the both of you lost in a uncomfortable silence... though his viewers have no patience for it.

They send message after message demanding something happen. Kurt bites his lip as he watches his viewership go down, and the success of ‘The Lesson’ along with it... until you reach for a water bottle.

Kurt almost hadn’t noticed it, but still checked his rear view mirror to sneak another look at you—

As you were lifting a bottle up to your lips,

Kurt hits the breaks.

The water splashes you in the face, mainly covering your top and lap, though most of it remained in the bottle.

Without a second thought, he began driving forward again and you nearly didn’t believe it had even just happened.

“What the hell was that?!” You shout.

“There was a cat in the road.” He says... and you believe him. You embarrassingly grab hold of your shirt to squeeze as much water out of it.

“You could have warned me.” You mumble, wanting to keep shouting but realizing you’re not only thankful nobody was hurt, but also currently being recorded.

“Hey, um. Don’t drink the water.” He smiles at the rear-view mirror and you scoff.

“Why not?”

“Well, they’re actually from my previous lift—“ he leans forward and looks around as he continues the drive. “you never know if they put something in it.” You watch as Kurt smiles to his cameras and gives them a thumbs up. If he looked now, he would see the look of utter disbelief painted across your wet face. You’re not about to test his bold claim.

Instead, after closing and putting the water bottle back, you shrink in on yourself and bring your bags closer. You really want to get out of this Spree ride, if only because you’re feeling incredibly uncomfortable with Kurt.

Having been looking out the window, you recognize the area. One of your girlfriends lives nearby. So, with the courage of a lifetime, you stutter out “You can d-drop me off here.” before lightly pulling on your wet shirt to unstick it from your skin.

“Uhhh—“ Kurt begins to look around, mainly from his cameras to the rearview mirror. When he eventually looks to his phone, he takes notice of the absolute madness in his stream chat. Comments about your gullible nature are being sent, and people are already beginning to send in requests. What else could they make you believe? Perhaps by the end of the night, they can get you to do something drastic... though Kurt seems apprehensive.

A donation comes in with a pinned comment.

‘Getting cold feet?’

“Actually, we’re not that far off.” He says out loud. “Are you sure you want to stop here?”

“I’ll pay for the full ride.” You state, “Pull up here.”

And as the car slows, Kurt thinks to himself. He obviously doesn’t want to let you out, though he easily could. You haven’t really been entertaining and it’s best to just pick someone else up— but why even bother when you have a perfect subject right there? You’re stressed, he can see it. Scanning you, he can also see the way your shirt clings to your body and the pout on your face as you look out the window expectantly.

Obviously, the fun hasn’t even begun and this chapter of ‘The Lesson’ needs a satisfying end. So naturally, he hits the gas.

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[cosmicgoddesswrites]

The Nanny - Chapter 2

Single Dad!Kuroo x Nanny!Reader

Summary: Kuroo Tetsuro is about at his wits end; there's only so much a man can take with work piling up, his divorce getting messier by the minute, and his 6-year-old daughter raising hell at home. Hiring a nanny sounds like a band-aid solution, but who knows, maybe this will work out?

Word Count: 1738

Warnings: Female!Reader, Some cursing, mentions of v!olence, implied panic attack

Prev. Masterlist. Next.

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Pulling up to the house the next morning was just as nerve-racking, if not more so, than it was the day before. (Y/n) was excited to meet Emiko, but couldn’t help the anxiety bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

What if Emiko didn’t like her? Kuroo said if she did well then she would get to stay on as her nanny. Did that mean if she did a shit job that he would fire her?

(Y/n) pushed her worries to the back of her mind as she approached the front door, gripping the spare key Kuroo had given her so hard she thought it might bend. With a deep breath she unlocked the front door and made her way inside.

Her footsteps practically echoed in the spacious house. One would think she was there completely alone. 

Making her way to the kitchen, (Y/n) set down her messenger bag in one of the island chairs. Should she start cooking? Should she wait for Kuroo to greet her? Would he even greet her? Did she have to wait until she knew Emiko was up?

Her inner monologue was interrupted by a loud crash followed by a shrill scream that could have easily been mistaken for an emergency siren.

Instinct had (Y/n) rushing to the source of the noise and almost bumping into a frantic and half naked, very wet Kuroo.

“O-oh my god-”

“Oh, hi. Uh, I was showering, should we-?” Kuroo interrupted (Y/n), pointing to the door they were both standing in front of. (Y/n) prayed he didn’t notice her staring.

“Yes, yes we should-” she mumbled, moving to let him open the door.

Kuroo swung open the door, rushing to his daughter’s bedside and checking her for injuries. The father sighed in relief when he found none, only for his smile of relief to drop when he saw a very expensive looking night-light had been thrown on the floor.

“You scared me half to death,” he huffed, picking up the night-light, “did you throw this? You know daddy paid a lot for that.”

The little girl’s attention had shifted from her dad to the stranger in the room, her intense, amber eyes almost sizing the woman up. “Who’s that?”

Kuroo frowned at the lack of response from his daughter. “That’s (Y/n), she’s going to be your nanny, okay?” he explained, inspecting the light for any damage.

(Y/n) smiled and opened her mouth to speak only for the 6-year-old to cut her off.

“I don’t like her.”

Ouch.

Kuroo choked on his saliva and quickly turned to face his daughter, “Emiko that isn’t nice, you just met her. Can you give her a chance?”

Emiko stayed dead silent, continuing to stare (Y/n) down.

(Y/n) tried her best to play off the insanely awkward encounter, kneeling down to meet Emiko’s eye-line. “That’s okay, buuut do you like pancakes?”

The girl’s eyes lit up for a moment, she was obviously trying to mask any reaction to the mention of food, but her stomach betrayed her as it rumbled loudly.

“Well I like pancakes too, I make them nice and thick and fluffy with lots of syrup. How about I go make you and your dad some right now?” (Y/n) offered Emiko a bright smile as the little girl glanced over at her father.

“I know that sounds good to me!” Kuroo said, “How about we get dressed for the day while (Y/n) starts cooking?”

Kuroo didn’t even wait for a reply, he just stood straight and began getting Emiko’s clothes ready for the day. (Y/n) gave Emiko one last smile before heading for the kitchen.

(Y/n) could hear arguing coming from Emiko’s room as she cooked breakfast. It was clear the little girl would pull no punches on (Y/n)’s first day, making this a difficult start to what would hopefully be her new, permanent job.

Kuroo eventually entered the kitchen, frustration evident in his features as he carried Emiko to the small dining table. The little girl kicked and struggled in his hold, whining and grunting as she tried getting away. Her school uniform and hair was a mess, it couldn’t have been genes making her jet-black hair stick up like that.

(Y/n) served Emiko her breakfast as soon as the young girl was in her chair, ensuring she wouldn’t try running off to get her father to chase her. Those adorable amber eyes identical to Kuroo’s lit up as she began digging into her breakfast, not even bothering to wait for her dad to sit beside her.

The older man adjusted his tie before sitting at the table and beginning to eat breakfast as well; he seemed very pleased with the comfortable silence that enveloped the three of them.

(Y/n) turned her back to them to start washing dishes. And that’s when things took a turn.

“Can we stop at McDonald’s on the way home from school, daddy?” Emiko asked, her mind already on her next meal despite the near-empty plate of pancakes in front of her.

“You’ll have to ask (Y/n), sweetheart. From now on she’s going to be the one taking you to school and bringing you home.”

Emiko didn’t like her father’s reply. Not one bit.

She practically threw her fork down on the table, a fire in her eyes (Y/n) was all too familiar with. “I don’t want her to take me! I want you to take me!” she shouted, mouth still full of half-chewed pancakes. 

“Emiko, the earlier daddy gets to work the earlier he can come home to you.” Kuroo reasoned, only to be met with a glare from his daughter.

“You always say that then pick me up late from school anyway!” she snapped, “I don’t want her!”

Kuroo gave Emiko a stern look. “Emiko. I’m the parent and you’re the child. I’m saying (y/n) is taking you to school. She’s taking you to school.”

(Y/n) internally cringed at that. Maybe she externally cringed too. She could have a talk with him about that communication later.

Emiko kicked her legs under the table, causing it to thump as Kuroo hardened his gaze. “Well if you’re done eating you can go ahead and get to school.” Kuroo stood up and scooped Emiko out of her chair despite her protests, ignoring her as she screamed her head off and thrashed in his arms.

In the midst of her thrashing, her closed fist collided roughly with Kuroo’s nose. In shock, he set Emiko down and cupped his nose in pain, the pain causing his eyes to water. Emiko looked shocked for a moment before continuing her tantrum.

Kuroo wordlessly picked Emiko back up, grabbed her schoolbag, and carried her to (Y/n)’s car. (Y/n) followed behind silently, unlocking the car so he could get Emiko in the back seat. Once she was strapped in, (Y/n) turned Kuroo to face her and cupped his cheek.

“Let me see that, do you need ice?” She asked before he quickly pulled away.

“I’ll be okay… Drive carefully.”

(Y/n) bit her lip before getting into the driver’s seat, wincing at the volume of Emiko’s screams. Despite how upset he was, Kuroo blew a kiss to the crying child in the car before turning to go back in the house.

Emiko sobbed and screeched and wailed the whole way to school, somehow not tiring herself out at all no matter how hard she thrashed in her seat. (Y/n) was almost grateful to pull up to the school parking lot and get the screaming child out of her car.

She opened the backseat of the car, noticing how Emiko flinched away as she was now practically hyperventilating through her tears.

(Y/n) immediately set beside her and cupped her cheeks so Emiko would look at her. “Hey, hey- it’s okay. Just look at me and breathe, okay, pretty girl? It’s okay, breathe.” (Y/n) cooed, gingerly wiping Emiko’s tears.

Emiko continued breathing hard, her tiny chest heaving with each breath she took. “D-Dont yell at meee!” She wailed, “Pleaaase don’t yell at me! Don’t be maaad!”

“Sweetie I’m not mad at you, I’m not going to yell at you,” (Y/n) assured her, brushing strands of messy hair off her tear-stained cheeks. “I’m never ever going to yell at you, okay? Please just be a good girl and breathe with me, okay?”

Emiko nodded quickly, staring up at (Y/n) as she mirrored her breathing. A couple moments later, Emiko was breathing normally, blinking back tears and shaking in her seat.

“Good girl,” (Y/n) gave her a gentle smile as she praised her, continuing to stroke her head. “Can you tell me why you’re upset?”

The little girl sniffled, her bottom lip quivering, “I hit my daddy…” she whimpered.

(Y/n) frowned as she began to try combing down Emiko’s messy hair with her fingers. “You didn’t like hitting your daddy, huh?”

Emiko responded only by shaking her head. “He hates me…”

“That’s not true.” (Y/n) quickly corrected her, tilting her head. “Your daddy loves you soooo much. And I bet more than anything he just wants a great big hug from you to make it okay. How about when he gets home, you apologize and kiss and hug him better?”

Emiko nodded sadly, nervously picking at her fingers.

“We have to get you into school now, okay? I want you to think about what you want for dinner and I’ll take you grocery shopping with me after I pick you up, okay?” (Y/n) smiled down at her. “Anything you want I’ll make, then you and daddy can sit down at dinner and share it.”

(Y/n) felt relief wash over her as Emiko nodded and unbuckled her own seatbelt, moving to get out of the car. “Do you know how to make spaghetti?” She asked quietly.

(Y/n) giggled and helped her out of the car, walking her to the front doors. “That’s my faaavorite thing to cook! I’ll make a list for the grocery store, sound good?”

Emiko nodded, already looking like she had perked up. The two said their goodbyes and (Y/n) left her teacher her phone number before going back to the house. Hopefully Kuroo would be gone and the two could avoid an awkward encounter.

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[amerrierworld]

Don’t Hide Us

for the request: idk if you write this, but would u do Lou x Debbie x reader smut? if not just Lou works. Maybe at the end the team finds out they're together and they all have big reactions xoxo

Summary: An evening of strip poker ends with a surprise.. or rather six surprises. 

Characters: Lou x Debbie x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,467

Warnings: smut with both our ladies but more dom!lou, and some fluff at the end :D

Being with two other people was not easy, especially when said people were heavily involved with frequent criminal activities. Despite being quite mature and  organized, they were also absolute crackheads.

You don’t know how it happened, but you had somehow been pulled into a game of strip poker- and halfway through you realized they most likely had rigged the whole thing, because you were nearly naked in your chair in just  your undergarments, and Lou and Debbie wore shit-eating grins. 

“It’s really not fair if you two always gang up on me, you know,” you huffed as your second sock came off. 

“What are you talking about, we’re playing absolutely fair,” Lou replied. Her tie had come off and was now wrapped around her head, messing up her bangs. She was only wearing her silky waistcoat and boxer briefs, but seemed the most relaxed. Debbie, like you, was in her bra, but was still wearing her high-waisted pants.

“Bullshit, Miller,” you scoffed, taking a sip from your drink. “Now hurry up, I'm getting chilly over here.”

Lou’s bar club was closed tonight, and you three were sitting close to the pool table, a languid playlist thumping through the large speakers. Dimmed lights, surrounded by the smell of vodka and cigarette smoke. You felt a deep heat stir inside you as Debbie wormed her way out of her pants after losing another round. 

Lou took her time looking her over as well until she flicked at the dangling tie from her head,

“We’re still playing, Lou. Get back to it.”

You giggled at the sight of them, which made them look over at you simultaneously, and you felt your stomach drop. Unsurprisingly, you lost the next game.

“I’ll turn the heat up for you baby,” Lou grinned as you moved to take off your bra. You blushed, shimmying in your seat as the cool air made goosebumps rise along your body. 

Debbie reached over to run a hand over your shivering thigh. The table you sat at was a small, round wooden table, and a single lamp hung above all three of you, swinging precariously.

“Oi, no touching yet, Debs,” Lou scolded, bumping the brunette in the arm. “We’re still playing, right?”

Debbie pouted dramatically, but you played on. Your nipples were practically aching from the cold air warring with your internal heat, making you squirm against your hard wooden chair.

Then suddenly and unexpectedly, Lou lost a round. Her fingers danced along the buttons of the waistcoat teasingly, eyeing both you and Debbie with a grin.

“Maybe we should call it after this,” you suggested, because Lou’s abdomen was slowly coming to light and your mouth was watering. 

“Agreed,” Debbie sighed. Lou had kept her chains and jewelry on, and you hated the way they accentuated her neck and wrists and fingers, hated how you were distracted by them.

A rush of cold air gave you a rush of adrenaline as your heart rate picked up, and you practically flew across the table to grab Lou and kiss her hard before she even got the article of clothing off. 

Her chair was tipping back and would have fallen had Debbie not reached over and steadied it. Lou’s hands were warm and large and ran over your back as you sat on the table in front of her, your legs spreading and revealing the obvious wetness gathering between your thighs through your underwear. 

“We’re not finished the game yet, baby,” she said. You immediately yanked your underwear down and tossed it with the rest of your abandoned clothes.

“There, I lose,” you pushed up and then you were straddling her in her chair, rubbing against her warm thighs. Her hands came up on your back, large and firm, as you kept kissing her. 

“I think she’s extra feisty tonight, Deb,” Lou said huskily. You had grabbed one of her longer chains in between your teeth and made direct eye contact with her as you clasped the gold jewelry in your mouth.

“I don’t blame her,” the brunette’s voice was low, quiet, and she moved to toss the rest of the cards and chips off the table before putting herself where you had been sitting moments ago. Her feet rested on the edge of the chair, by your thighs, so you were effectively trapped  by the two women. 

You were enjoying the lavish attention you were getting from them both, until Debbie yanked your hair back and sucked hard on your neck. You lost your grip on Lou’s neck and fell back against Debbie, instead wrapping your hands around her upper thighs, nails digging into her skin. 

Then Lou’s lips were wrapping around one of your nipples and you squealed as a warm tongue slid across the hard nub. 

Lou was restless, you could tell, because she didn’t hesitate to bring a hand to you cunt and rub a thumb over your clit as Debbie continued her assault on your neck. 

Lou’s hands were holding your own thighs down so you could  barely move between the two of them, and continued to rub you furiously. Your abdomen muscles kept spasming as she passed over your sensitive clit, tighter and tighter until you shook with a whining, shaking orgasm. 

You collapsed against Debbie, who momentarily lost her balance, and then suddenly was lying flat on the table, you on top of her.

“Oh, perfect,” you heard Lou whisper, before your legs were yanked apart to spread and hook over Debbie’s thighs underneath you. You felt a brush of hair against your inner thighs and then Debbie gasped loudly underneath you, her mouth right by your ear and her grip on you unforgiving. 

Lou was eating Debbie out on the table as you lay limply on top of her, feeling her tremble and shake under you. Her arm wrapped tightly around your middle to have something to hold onto. You could hardly move. You tried squirming and doing something because her gasps and whimpers and the sounds of Lou’s mouth on her cunt made you desperate again. 

You could only watch the lamp hanging above you, swaying hypnotically as you felt Debbie’s legs rise and buck. Her lips sucked on your neck again, teeth nibbling until you groaned out loud. 

You sat up, watching Lou fuck Debbie with her tongue inside her. Then you reached down with your own  hand and lightly touched Debbie’s swollen clit, and she nearly threw you off of her. Lou grinned at you with her eyes; her own hands were occupied in holding Debbie steady, so you  sat about rubbing her clit with deft fingers until you heard that familiar cry, and she came on Lou’s tongue.

Lou sat back, spreading her legs and grinning at the sight of both of her girls laying exhausted on the table. You caught her eye and she licked her lips, pupils blown. 

Your legs were shaky as you attempted to get off the table, helping Debbie up in a sitting position, her chest heaving, sweat shining in the poorly lit space. Lou rubbed her legs, almost apologetically for making her thrash and whine so much. They kissed languidly, and Debbie reached down to cup her between her legs, but she pulled her hand away and sucked two of her fingers in her mouth before saying,

“No. Later,” she said, conclusively. She looked over at you and pulled you closer, and your hands subconsciously came up to play with her necklaces again.

“This was my idea after all,” Lou said, “and you two look- well, thoroughly fucked. If I may say so myself.”

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You walked back slowly- because your legs felt stiff. You were still adjusting your outfit, feeling like everyone around you could see the dark bruising forming on your neck. And that everyone could see Lou and Debbie’s messed up hair- or the fact that all your clothes were wrinkled and messy. 

The evening sun was hiding behind the skyline and the sky was a lot darker by the time the three of you had reached Lou’s place, only you were stopped in your tracks by someone waiting on the front steps.

“Constance?” Lou asked, baffled, her hand slipping out of yours. The young woman was standing at Lou’s door, undeterred and munching on a Subway sandwich.

“Oh, hey! Where you been? I’ve been calling like, non-stop,” she said, “I was gonna return the key, remember?”

She jangled a set of keys that you recognized- everyone from the team had received a copy of them during their heist, and Lou groaned,

“Shit- I completely forgot. I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.”

“Nah, Tammy drove me.”

“Tammy? What- where-”

A honk from the street made you look over and see Tammy in the driver’s seat of a car waiting by the curb. She was grinning and waved her hand at the group of you standing on the sidewalk. Next to her was Amita.

“Did you bring everyone or something?” Lou said, exasperated.

“Uh, of course not! Just them- and Nineball. She’s in the backseat.”

“Why?” Debbie nearly shouted, holding your hand even tighter. 

Constance jangled the keys again, and this time you noticed there were far more than just one person’s set of keys- they must’ve gotten together to carpool the keys to Lou’s after Constance had planned to drop them off. And now they all saw the three of you walking home- clothes disheveled and covered in lipstick prints.

You groaned, knowing your state, wondering how it looked, wondering if they’d found out yet. This wasn’t really how you had planned to tell the team. You weren’t sure if any of you three had been planning to tell anyone at all. 

“You’re a thief, Connie, couldn’t you have just broken in?” Debbie added, bringing you back to the conversation, “would’ve saved everyone some time.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” Constance grinned as Lou brought everyone inside. 

You nearly sprinted up the stairs, wanting to get out of sight as soon as possible, but Lou had grabbed your hand before could even take one step.

“Not so fast,” she whispered hoarsely, “you’re gonna suffer just as much as us. No abandoning post.”

You pouted at her but relented, welcoming the other four women who started chatting.

“I’m terribly sorry if it's a bad time!” Tammy said, “but it’s been so long since all of us have been together, you know? And I was only in town for a little while, so I thought I’d reach out to Connie and-”

“It’s fine,” Debbie interrupted her, sincerely, but slightly frustrated, “it’s good to see you all. Although we don’t have everyone in, only-”

As if on cue, the door that had been left open a crack swung open all the way, revealing Rose and Daphne, arm in arm.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Lou sighed, and you grinned, sliding up to her and pulling on her hand with yours,

“Picked the wrong night for poker, huh?”

“Oh my goodness, girls!” Daphne squealed, pushing her thick sunglasses on top of her head, glossy lips spreading wide. “We were just passing through- had no idea everyone was getting together!”

“Neither did we,” Debbie replied, receiving their hugs and hello’s.

“So what were you three up to before you got back?” Amita asked, oh so innocently. You nearly choked on a can of Coke.

“We were... out,” Debbie said bluntly. You could see in her eyes; she was blanking entirely on how to recover from this. 

“I was teaching them how to play poker at the club,” Lou added, absentmindedly picking at her nails. 

“But... you only ever take people out for poker on a date, Lou,” Tammy piped up, confused. Of course Tammy would fucking know that.

There was a dreaded silence, and you realized you were absolutely fucked when the first voice cried out,

“No! No way!” Okay, so Constance had definitely figured it out. You blushed furiously, only confirming her suspicions as she scanned you and your  girlfriends.

“What?” Debbie snapped.

“You guys are fucking, aren't you?” Nineball asked, nonchalantly, as if that wasn’t one of the biggest revelations of the century. 

You expected screams- a major uproar, glasses to be thrown in surprise, but instead, there was a moment of stunned silence before there was a collective “Oooohhhh...” of realization. Then they all began talking over each other

“You know what, that makes a lot of sense-”

“Yeah I was beginning to wonder if you really just didn’t care about fashion with how your outfit looked- or if you just hadn’t seen a mirror...”

“Oh my god, it’s bad enough Debbie mothers all of us already. Now there’s three of you together?”

“I kept asking Y/N if she was seeing anyone and wanted a blind date or something, but she was so vague-”

“So how is the wedding going to work?”

“Isn’t that, like, a lot of limbs to deal with?”

“For some reason I’m surprised but also not at all.”

“Okay, okay, okay!” Lou shouted, finally shutting your friends up. “Yes, fine, the three of us are seeing each other. But we’re not just fucking, alright?”

“It’s an actual relationship, and if any of you have a problem with that, you can get the hell out.”

“Holiday shopping must be so expensive,” Rose murmured over to you as your girlfriends kept defending your situation, and you couldn’t help but giggle. And then you began laughing, loudly. So absurd was the situation that you couldn’t stop laughing. 

“Is something funny?” Debbie asked, crossing her arms, annoyed. You giggled and nodded,

“Yes, all of this is funny.” 

You got up and crossed over to Lou and Debbie, holding their hands and looking over your group of friends; none of them showing any sort of malice, only content amusement and smiles.

“I find it funny that you’re both getting so worked up about it when no one here is having an issue with our relationship. Nothing’s gonna change from how it was before, right guys?”

A few nodded in response and you smiled, absent-mindedly straightening Lou’s askew tie.

“So there’s really no problems then, hm? Why don’t we just... crack open some beers and keep the party going?”

Constance hollered in agreement, and just like that, the atmosphere was back to normal, drinks were being opened, and although your throuple situation was still a topic of conversation, it wasn’t nearly as malicious as you thought it would be. 

“You know, I always had an inkling that something was going on, but I couldn’t put my finger on it,” Daphne said, gleefully. You rolled your eyes and gave her a glass of wine.

“Got room for one more?” Nineball asked. Lou chucked an empty soda can at her head.

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[sparklekitteh]

Come Back to Me 

Chapter 3

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Pairing: Jean Kirschtein x fem!Reader, mention of Jean X Mikasa and Mikasa x Eren, Sasha x Connie (Springles forever <3)

Rating: CH 1-4 SFW, CH 5 is 18+

WC: 1963  (Ch 3 is shorter but promise 4 and 5 are longer and get juicy 😘)

Notes: Modern college AU, characters are aged up to early 20s, idiots to lovers, slowish burn, angst to happy ending, pining, fluff and sappiness, smut eventually

Summary: Y/N discusses why she left Marley U and begins to understand her feelings for Jean.

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Y/N pulled the SUV into the parking lot and scanned the row of beach houses for 25-D, their rented home for the weekend. She found a space as close as she could to the door of the house to make unpacking the truck easier, especially Jean’s bundled canvas.

 

Jean turned to the backseat, “Hey guys, we’re here. Make sure you take your debris to the trash bin.”

 

“Yes, Dad,” Connie mocked him as he began stuffing the wrappers and empty soda bottles into a trash bag Y/N had provided for them behind the driver’s seat.

 

“My car my rules, Son,” Jean sneered playfully as he threw his empty paper coffee cup at Connie’s buzzed head.

 

“Hey dumbass, no fair that I have to pick up your trash too!”

 

Sasha stretched and dropped her snack packages into the trash bag. “Who’s going to help me haul in these coolers?”

Jean and Connie immediately volunteered each other but Jean ended up carrying them while Connie brought the other luggage, taking care not to drop anything like he had that morning. Y/N found herself watching Jean pick up the heavy coolers with ease as she reached for the grocery sacks in the back. His eyes caught hers for a second.

 

“What?” he huffed as the lid on the bottom cooler wobbled in his hands, prompting him to set it down on the pavement.

 

“Nothing!” she said too quickly, then admitted the subject of her gaze. “You’ve been hitting the gym.”

 

Jean chuckled as he fit the cooler lid back on then picked it up again. “Yeah, I started going regularly freshman year and I discovered it helped me clear my mind, helped me deal with everything  when I couldn’t get in the headspace to create.”  He nodded toward Y/N as he walked to the door of the beach house. “I haven’t taken the time to say so, but you look good yourself.  Those first couple of weeks back from Marley… no offense, but it seemed to take a toll on you. I was worried about you at first.”

 

“Yeah, Marley wasn’t for me.  I was excited to get the acceptance letter, but it was just too intense and not even what I was hoping for,” she said as she typed in the code on the keypad lock, consulting her phone to make sure she had the right number from the rental agency.

“What were you hoping for?”

 

“I just wanted to learn how to write better, maybe make some connections to publishing or an internship.  Turns out Marley’s lauded creative writing program doesn’t allow for much creativity. I could never figure out what my professors actually wanted on the assignments and it seemed like everything I wrote was nitpicked until it was a weak ghost of its original intent.” She finally got the keypad to accept the code and swung the door open for Jean.  He walked through and then paused to hold the door with his foot so she could set the bags inside. She gave a quick thanks and continued with him to the kitchen. “Anyway, I know it doesn’t have the pull that a degree stamped by Marley would but Paradis has an excellent writing program under Dr. Smith. Everyone thinks of Erwin Smith as the master of speeches but he’s actually a very accomplished author, too.”

 

“Who cares about some fancy name on a paper? For the record I appreciate how you can invent with words things that I could never hope to paint on canvas.” Jean said as he set the cooler down and began quickly filling the refrigerator with its contents. “As long as you’re happy, that’s what matters.  I assume you’re happy now, at least?”

 

“Yeah,” she leaned against the counter.  “It’s a lot better in Paradis.  It’s home, my family is here, my friends are here… you’re here.”  She quietly sucked in a breath through her teeth, realizing how brazen that sounded to single him out from the rest of her friends but she figured he already knew he was special to her. She had experienced most of her life with him, from skinned knees to first days at school, all the way up until graduation and saying goodbye from the terminal as she reluctantly boarded her plane. Now she was back and a little selfishly glad that she got to spend time with him without worrying about the dynamics of friend group versus girlfriend. 

 

“I am here,” he agreed and closed the refrigerator. “And I’m glad you are too. ”  He stood rooted to the floor, dusting his hands on his jeans and staring at her.  He seemed to realize he had held his gaze for a long time as he broke it off with a stutter, “Uh… do … would you mind helping me bring in the other stuff?” 

 

“Yep, I’m on it,” Y/N said, pushing away from the counter to get to work.

 

He is special to me.

 

She allowed the thought to ring in her head and it resonated with that gnawing feeling that she had been struggling to define. Is that why she felt that dark twinge when he mentioned Mikasa’s name?  She wanted to be happy for him and didn’t feel it was her place to have an opinion of the stunning girl but something about her had made Y/N feel unsettled. Was it envy?  Her glossy black mane was all Jean could talk about at first and no doubt she was beautiful and brilliant, the best student in the PSU dance program with a perfect GPA in her academic work. Y/N could never hope to be as striking or distinguished as the lovely Mikasa, nor was that really what was nagging at her.  Jean spoke of “Mika” in glowing terms of admiration until later in the blistering Paradisian summer when she noticed he had grown reserved and introspective, so unlike his usually boisterous extroverted self.  She hoped he would tell her more but didn’t want to pry and wasn’t sure it would be helpful for Jean to dwell on the memories. She decided long ago that she would listen if he brought it up but wouldn’t push him further on the subject of his ex. 

 

She followed Jean back out to the SUV and discovered that Connie and Sasha had finished carrying in the rest of the baggage while the two of them talked in the kitchen.  The last remaining piece in the back of the black truck was a large rectangle wrapped in layers of soft ivory linen and more layers of bubble wrap that were held together with a long strip of masking tape. Jean carefully lifted the package, the canvas inside wide enough that it covered his broad chest and stomach, from his collarbone to his knees. 

 

“Wow, that’s the piece?” Y/N glanced up from the bundle to Jean’s face.  He was wearing that faraway expression again but his hazel eyes focused quickly on her and he smiled.  

 

“This is it.  Let’s get everything settled in first, though. Wanna grab some lunch and then hang on the beach for a while?” Y/N concurred and helped him settle the canvas into a corner of the living room. Sasha and Connie walked in from the patio just off the living room and slid the glass door shut behind them.

 

“Uh, good news and bad news… Good news first, there are a couple of chaise lounges and a hot tub out on the patio!” Sasha said, clapping and bouncing on her toes.  “It’s already filled up, just have to turn on the jets and it should be heated real quick.”

 

“Nice. What’s the bad news?” Jean said cautiously.

 

“The rental agency said there are two bedrooms and a pull out couch, right? Well it turns out whoever gets the couch is going to be sleeping on that,” she pointed at the white wicker loveseat that was the only thing that could be considered a couch in the living room. There were several wicker chairs, a wicker coffee table with a glass top, and many small throw pillows with various beach-themed embroidered phrases but not a full-sized couch and definitely not a pull out.

 

Y/N spoke up, “I’ll take it. Obviously you two are going to share a room and Jean will never fit on that loveseat.”  Connie nodded and began moving his suitcase and Sasha’s to the master bedroom, Sasha following close behind and directing him where to place their belongings.

 

“Y/N, you don’t have to do that,” Jean said.  He looked from her to the wicker seating and back.  “That’s not going to be comfortable at all.”

 

“Probably not but you’ll be miserable all weekend, especially after you’ve been cramped up in the car so long.” She gestured to his legs and he rubbed the back of his head where his freshly shaved undercut met his ashy blond hair, bun still poking out of his baseball cap.

 

“Let’s look in the bedrooms, maybe there’s a cot or an inflatable mattress,” he suggested and strode off to do so.  He came back a few minutes later with what looked like thin floral-upholstered foam pads that would fit the chaise lounges on the patio. “Maybe these would be better spread out on the floor? Or we could pull a lounge chair in from outside?”

 

“I’ll figure something out,” Y/N said as she accepted the faded cushions from him and set them next to the wicker sofa. “We’ll worry about sleeping arrangements later. Right now let’s pack some sandwiches in a basket and head down to the beach, ok? I’ll go get changed if you don’t mind taking care of the food.” She flashed a bright smile at Jean and wandered off to the bathroom with her beach tote.

 

A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom with the knitted bikini on -- ivory cotton with turquoise, tiger eye, and rose quartz beads at the ends of the strings tying it on her frame.  She had finished sewing a cotton liner into the bottom garment while watching a movie with Sasha and Connie the night before the road trip while Jean toiled at the studio. She was knotting a tie-dyed turquoise sarong around her hips as Jean rounded the corner with a basket of sandwiches and drinks, explaining that Sasha already packed it for him.  The bright baritone of his voice died as he froze in place and his hazel eyes fell on Y/N. 

“Holy shit…” he muttered softly, then realized he had said it aloud.  “Wow, you look -- I mean… you’re b--” And then he was blushing furiously again, averting his eyes to the basket.

Y/N looked down at her outfit and back to him. “What is it?  Is it coming unraveled or something?”

 

“No, it’s -- damn,” he finally stammered. “That looks great on you, Y/N.”  His eyes didn’t rise to meet hers again and he darted past her to the bedroom as he hurriedly excused himself to get changed as well. When he came out several minutes later with an unbuttoned cobalt blue shirt and sandy colored swim trunks that almost matched his hair, he found Y/N sitting on the wicker couch flipping through a magazine she’d found. 

 

Her eyes involuntarily roamed his sculpted abs up to his chiseled pecs.  “You’re going to have to introduce me to your trainer, Jeanbo.  You’re not the scrawny little pipsqueak from Trost any more.” 

 

Jean stared at her, flustered all over again, then grabbed the magazine from her hands, rolled it up and lightly swatted her on the head with it. “Come on, you nerd, let’s get down to the beach before Sasha comes looking for these sandwiches.”

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[mummybear]

Borrowed Time - Chapter One - The New Guy

Words: 3173

Warnings: Swearing... think that’s it for this chapter :)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Mark (OC), Tiffany (OC), Mentions of Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: So this is the first series I’ve written in a while or at least the first one I’ve posted! So I hope you guys like it! The next chapters will be out every Friday, until it’s finished :) The series will probably only be around 6 chapters long, but I really hope you enjoy it! Let me know If you want to be tagged in this series or in any of my other taglists :D

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You let out a shaky breath as you take your seat at the back of the class, hoping that he will just leave you alone today. One of the new guys at school had developed a thing for you, ever since you’d ignored him on his first day, it was like he was determined to get you to talk to him. Lately though he’s been getting under your skin, and you’re so close to giving in. Sure the guy was hot, in fact, he may have been the hottest guy you’d ever seen, but he was also one of the biggest players in the school. The exception being in the last two weeks, where he had barely spoken to another girl who wasn’t you. Safe to say that had started the rumour mill. Then you hear the murmuring starting in the room, and that unmistakable feeling prickles across your skin.

You fight the urge to look up, but it’s like your eyes are drawn to him, like some kind of magnet is connecting the two of you. You finally give in and look up to find him already watching you, gorgeous green eyes locked on yours. Trying to look away is pointless, you know that by now. You do you best to calm your nerves enough so that you’re finally able to drop your eyes to your desk, and start pulling out the things you need for the upcoming lesson. 

That doesn’t stop your entire body tensing when the chair beside you scrapes along the floor loudly as it’s pulled out. It’s almost like you can feel the eyes of everyone in the hall turn on you. You can’t control the way that your body responds to the sound of his deep voice.

“Mind if I sit here, Y/N?” he asks quietly. You try and ignore the gasps that practically echo around the large room, as you force yourself to look up at him again.

Swallowing around the lump in your throat you nod.

“Um, yeah, sure. If you want to,” you answer shakily. You hate how your voice sounds, but if he’s noticed then he doesn’t let on. He gives you one of those panty dropping smiles as he takes the seat next to you, and you could swear your entire face flames bright red.

You inwardly roll your eyes when you see Tiffany Chase heading over to your table. You never understood how she had come to be the most popular girl on the campus, but clearly dating every guy in existence was a good trait to have these days. That was yet another reason you were glad about not being “popular”, whatever the hell that even meant. 

She leans on your desk, until her tits are practically in Dean’s face, but to his credit, and your surprise he doesn’t look. Instead he sits back in his chair, eyes immediately fixed on hers, not wandering her body, or the cleavage she's so blatantly offering him. She makes a point not to even spare you a glance, which is completely fine since you have no interest in what she’s giving away.

“I thought you were gonna show me your car, baby? Why don’t you ditch the charity case and come and have some fun with a real woman?” she purrs seductively, curling her fingers around Dean’s loose tie.

You wish you were anywhere but here, but you know there’s no other seats in class now, so your only other option is to pray for the ground to swallow you whole. You’re a little taken aback though when Dean’s large hand wraps around her tiny wrist and pulls her hand away, still remaining surprisingly gentle, especially with the look of thunder that’s overtaken his features.

“Sorry, Tilly. Change of plans, I told you last week, and a few times this week… if memory serves. Besides, there’s only room for one woman in my life.” As he says this you feel his hand resting on your knee, and you turn to look at him to tell him to move. But you stop yourself when you see the pleading look on his face.

Tiffany scoffs in disbelief, and has a look on her face like he just slapped her. 

“It’s Tiffany,” she corrects him sharply, before she turns her gaze on you. And you have to fight every instinct not to push your body back into your chair, instead you sit straighter, trying to keep your face neutral.

“Can you like… move or something. Dean and I really need to talk, I think you’re making him uncomfortable,” she huffs, as if your mere presence disgusts her. 

“Sorry, Tiff. I think you're the one  who’s making my boyfriend uncomfortable, actually. He’s just being too polite, could you please just leave us alone now? I believe he’s asked you enough.” 

It takes everything you have not to throw up the contents of your stomach, where the fuck did that come from?! You inwardly scold yourself, trying to hold your nerve. But to your surprise, Dean takes your hand and gives it a squeeze, and throws his other arm over your shoulder.

His lips press to your ear, and you can’t hold back the shiver.

“Thank you, I owe you,” he whispers, and you can already feel the blush creeping up your neck, the entire class is staring at the three of you like you’re aliens. But Dean’s currently more than enough of a distraction.

Her shrill laugh echoes around the room, followed by most of her bitch club behind her.

“Oh sweetie, no. Don’t be silly now. There is no way on this planet that you could be his girlfriend, you’d be extremely lucky to get a pity fuck with a normal guy, but Dean? No way. Now move, before I move you.” 

Your heart drops into your stomach, but you refuse to look away from her. However, before you can even utter a word, Dean’s voice drops to a low growl.

“I don’t give a shit about your name, or you. You don’t get to talk to her like that, and you lay a finger on her, I promise you’ll regret it. So, whatever your name is, unless you want me to tell Mark that you’re trying to fuck me... and just about every other guy you set your eyes on, I suggest you go back to your own seat. But first, I think you owe my girlfriend a fucking apology.” You watch the colour all but drain from her face.

You lick your lips nervously as you turn to look at him, seeing the fire burning in his eyes, but his eyes don’t move from Tiffany’s face. 

“Dean, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter,” you whisper sounding a little desperate even to your own ears. You rest your hand on his tensed bicep, trying to ignore the way you're clamping your thighs together, because this might just be the sexiest thing you’ve ever been a part of. Even if you had only started this ruse to get him out of an awkward situation. Nobody had ever defended you like this before, especially not this publicly.

“Oh, it does matter, baby girl. Isn’t that right?” Dean asks, mock sweetness in his voice and his arm tightens around your shoulders.

“F-Fine. I’m sorry, Y/N,” she responds the best she can with the amount her voice is shaking, before hurrying back to her friends.

The teacher walks in the classroom, forcing everyone's attention to the front, and you try to ignore the sense of loss you feel when his arm leaves your shoulders. But that feeling is quickly replaced when he takes your hand and links your fingers with his, and rests them on the table top between you.

“Dean, we should talk,” you whisper, when the teacher turns back to the board.

“Later, sweetheart, wouldn’t want you getting in trouble,” he smirks, pressing a lingering kiss to your already flaming red cheek.

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Unfortunately, you don’t get time to talk to Dean, and you don’t see him after your last lesson either. You try to ignore the snickering and staring as you start to walk through the parking lot to make your way home, though it affects you more than you’d care to admit. When you don’t see any sign of him, you continue to walk lost in thought, knowing that it will take you at least half an hour but it’s worth it, because you can’t stay here. 

You’ve been walking for about ten minutes when you hear a car roll to a stop behind you, the soft purr of the engine calming slightly as the window is wound down. You can’t help but smile as you turn around, and sure enough, there he is. Sitting in the driver's seat with a cocky smirk on his face. He leans over to the passenger side and pushes the door open, “you gonna get in, sweetheart? We can talk while I drive you home.” 

You walk closer and fold your arms over your chest, raising your eyebrows at him through the now open car door.

“And what makes you so sure I wanna get in your car?” you ask through your own smirk.

“Come on now, is that any way to speak to your boyfriend? Just get that sexy ass in the car so that we can talk.” There’s a teasing note to his voice, and your smile widens despite yourself.

“Fine. I’ll get in… but only because we do need to talk,” you tell him, trying not to laugh as you climb in the front seat and close the door behind you.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, princess,” he laughs, tossing his sunglasses in the backseat. You give him your address, and he quickly works out the new route, before starting to drive again. He clears his throat and shifts awkwardly where he sits, before glancing between you and the road.

“I owe you, for what you did today in class. You didn’t need to save my ass, but you did it anyway. I really appreciate that.”

You blush shyly as you look at him, “I was going to apologise honestly. I don’t know what came over me, I guess I just wanted to help out… somehow, I know people can be a lot for anyone, no matter who you are,” you laugh awkwardly, rubbing your clammy hands over your skirt.

Dean shakes his head, and a smile crosses his plump lips. 

“Sweetheart, don’t apologise, you did me a massive favour and I really can’t thank you enough,” he sighs regretfully, as he pulls into your driveway. 

You thank him for the ride, but before you move to climb out of the car he grabs hold of your wrist gently, and you turn back to him questioningly.

“Is everything okay, Dean?” you ask nervously, wondering what he might say. You’re not sure whether to lean in or turn away when he turns in his seat to face you.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and hands it to you with a smile, “can I have your number?” You’re a little surprised at how shy he sounds, but you smile as you take his phone. 

“I just think it might be a little odd trying to play along with this, especially if we can’t even get ahold of each other.”

“You make a good point there, Winchester. But for the record, I would’ve given it to you anyway,” you smile fondly, phoning yourself from his phone, so that you have each other’s numbers, before handing it back.

“So… How long do you wanna play boyfriend and girlfriend?” you wonder aloud, noticing the way that he blushes and scratches at the back of his neck, before focusing back on you again.

Dean clears his throat and shifts closer to you.

“About that…” he trails off, and you feel a blanket of nervous confusion settle between the two of you.

“What about it?” you question nervously.

“Would you be okay if we stayed together, at least until I have to leave town, I know it’s a lot to ask, but…” before he can continue you cut him off, resting a hand on his thigh.

His eyes snap to yours, and you quickly pull your hand away and clear your throat.

“You don’t need to explain, Dean. Besides, it was my dumb ass that got us into this mess. It’s really the least I can do,” you smile genuinely, and an obvious moment passes between the two of you, a moment which is completely unexplainable. But there’s a knock on the window closest to you that pulls the two of you out of it.

You jump back harshly, your back practically slamming into Dean’s shoulder when someone leans against his car, and his head is already half way through the window.

“Damn, I almost didn’t believe it when Tiff told me you were seein’ some frigid bitch, Dean. You hit that yet?”

Dean growls, and you can feel him stiffen beside you as he wraps a protective arm around your waist, like he can shield you from Mark’s words. It’s actually really sweet of him.

“Maybe you should tell your girlfriend to mind her own fucking business, and you should do the same, Mark. Before I put you on your skinny little ass.” 

Mark lets out a deep boom of a laugh, and leans further into the car, his eyes sweeping over your body, clearly not taking Dean’s words seriously. It makes you feel nothing like Dean makes you feel when he looks at you, this guy makes your skin crawl and your stomach lurch.

“Shit, that’s gotta be one sweet pussy if she’s got you so whipped already.” 

Before Dean can speak, you sit up a little straighter, and glare at Mark. Feeling Dean stiffen behind you gives you the confidence you need to get these words out.

“Why don’t you tell your whore of a girlfriend to stop trying to fuck my man, it’s really kind of pathetic. He’s not interested,” you huff out, hardly able to stand looking at him, so you turn to face Dean who’s smirking right at you, and way closer than you’d first imagined.

Mark starts to grumble something behind the two of you, but neither of you are really listening, and you can’t stop staring at Dean as he cups your cheek in his big hand.

“What she said,” Dean agrees easily, his husky voice sending shivers up your spine. You let his thumb brush your bottom lip, “you’re even sexier than usual when you’re jealous,” he smirks confidently, leaning in a little closer.

You swallow thickly, your fingers just barely manage to wrap around his wrist.

“Kiss me,” you whisper, watching as his eyes flick down to your lips, and he licks his own. There are so many reasons this is a bad idea, but for the life of you you can’t currently think of any. 

Dean doesn’t even hesitate, before you can blink his lips are pressing against yours. The kiss is firm and his lips are so soft that you quickly lose yourself in the kiss, and you feel like your entire body is being drawn in by him. 

He pulls back all too soon. His eyes are lidded as he looks at you, and his hand moves from your jaw, to cup the back of your neck. His hands feel huge, as he tugs lightly at your hair and you gasp against his parted lips. 

“I s-should probably get going,” you whisper shakily, letting your fingers trace over the skin of his chest, where his shirt buttons are undone.

Neither of you even attempt to move, and before you think about it too much your lips are brushing against his again. He pulls you against him tightly and deepens the kiss, making you all but melt against him, and his hands remain firm against you as he effortlessly takes control of the kiss. You feel yourself edging closer, heart pounding in your ears and your head foggy, it takes everything you have to pull away from him, but you just about manage it. Looking up into his lidded eyes as you both pant hard, you swallow thickly and look over your shoulder, relieved to find that Mark has gone.

Dean cups your cheek when you turn back to him, his face the perfect picture of lust. 

“You should go in, sweetheart. Or I might change my mind about letting you go… but I’ll text you tonight, okay?” he rasps, pecking your lips.

You can feel yourself blushing as you nervously bite your lip. 

“What makes you think I want you to let me go?” you giggle as he leans in closer again, he’s so warm and smells incredible. 

“Oh trust me, if this had anything to do with what I want to do, you’d already be screaming my name,” Dean all but growls.

“Dean.” His name is a whisper on your lips, and you can hear the blood rushing in your ears again.

Dean lets out a deep groan and shifts awkwardly in his seat.

“Shit, you don’t make it easy on a guy, sweetheart,” he smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You live here by yourself?” he asks suddenly, nodding over to your house, clearly trying to change the subject.

You shake yourself from your heady daze, trying your best to concentrate on what he’s saying.  Clearing your throat you give him a small nod, unable to stop the smile from crossing your lips.

“At the minute, yeah. It’s usually me and my best friend, but she’s away visiting family this week. It’s good though, much closer to campus than my parents’ house,” you explain happily, remembering the way that she had told you to take advantage of the free house, but then you notice a strange look crossing his face.

“Sounds nice. I’ve never really had anywhere like this, my family didn’t really stay anywhere too long, not since my mom died. My dad has to travel a lot for work, and I’m learning the ropes, so I can take over one day.”

Your heart aches for him, and you have no idea how it’s even possible to feel this close to someone you’ve only known for a little over a month.

“I’m so sorry, Dean. It doesn’t sound like you’ve had much time to just be you. If you ever need to get away, I have no intention of moving any time soon, you’re welcome to stay here,” you tell him softly, resting a gentle hand on his arm, until he finally looks at you again.

“Thanks, sweetheart. That means more than you know, and I promise I’ll text you later. We can talk more then, okay?” 

You lean in close and press your lips against his, the kiss lingers a little, before you finally pull away and whisper against his lips, “I’ll be holding you to that, Dean.”

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