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faeriekit · 8 months
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New In Town (dp x dc)
ALRIGHT! 👏🏽 A prompt. (Or, well. A premise.) I’m schtealing a lot of worldbuilding from @mediumsizedpidegon‘s post here so bear with me please.
The Bats, however they catch wind of Amity, catch wind of Amity Park. Of course they do. Amity Park has a very distinct presence— Or, well, a lack of a presence. It may have an abundance of documented weirdness online, from folk stories to abandoned livestreams to concerning details in expats’ online blogs.
But there is no online evidence of Amity Park that leaves Amity Park.
So. What is a family of detectives to do when confronted with the need to gather physical evidence? Road Trip, baby!🏄🏽‍♂️🚗🚞🚡
Everyone hops in the car/Batplane and makes their way to Amity Park; they make hotel reservations, ring up the only reasonably rich enough people to even touch their social circle (the Manson family, and Vlad Masters, apparently), make an itinerary for all the documented tourist stops to hit up while in town off the town website, and prepare themselves for whatever dimensional weirdness is causing a complete tech blackout on the town and an inability to be found by satellite.
They get about ten feet into Amity proper when they meet the first local.
His name is Danny. He’s nice! Affable. He looks a lot like any other Wayne sibling, actually, if a little on the younger side. He notices it’s their first time in town. Do they need any help getting around?
Best way to get information is to ingratiate with a local, so...sure, why not? They get a free tour guide, Danny gets to show off his town; they see all the sights, like the local burger joint, the school, the Manson home, the town hall, the city proper. They’re having a clothing swap in the temple parking lot, actually. You should go check it out!
For whatever reason, it’s all...Punk? Goth? There’s a couple of lolita dressed tossed in, and some crocheted things. Everyone has a trunk out their car, eyeliner, and at least two piercings in their face; everyone here seems to know each other on a personal level. Well, small towns are small towns. Whatever.
Danny isn’t deterred by their reactions. If they want, there’s the movie in park tonight! If not, they can catch dinner, though; their hotel restaurant closes at 8pm sharp. (He just...knows this off the top of his head?)
They split up. Some of the family people watch at the restaurant. Everyone is...weirdly courteous to them. A little standoffish. But not at the Wayne name, just at...them being there.
The people at the park find out they’re watching The Night of the Living Dead. This would be much more normal if the park wasn’t also clearly the cemetery, in the middle of July? Which is. Why? It’s not even for any holiday or special time of the year? It’s just...clearly a movie night in the summer? There are little kids here, playing among the gravestones while their parents set out blankets and snacks. Why is this considered a family event??
Well. At least Jason has fun.
Everyone goes to bed and reconvenes in the morning. When they wake up and roll out for the day, Danny manages to find them again, this time with two new friends, bright and chipper in the morning. There’s a farmer’s market today! Everyone’s worked really hard on this week’s harvest; don’t they want to see?
...Sure?
And the longer they’re in Amity Park, the more they begin to realize how convenient it is, that they’re ferried around so easily; that there’s immediately a local who takes a liking to them, that there’s always something else to do; how suspicious it is that no data can get in or out of Amity now that they’re in it, or how they can’t seem to get close to any of the more suspicious parts of town they want to infiltrate. The town is entirely closed to outside influences. The fashion trends are strange and foreign. They only eat things grown in the area, by people they know, and it’s all sort of...green. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone knows where to go. Who to talk to. The superstitions— make no wishes, step on no cracks, wear no large jewelry, cross no shadows of any person (living or dead, apparently), speak to no one without full view of their eyes. 
But nothing seems dangerous— not until a few of them try to investigate Axiom Labs, a subsidiary of the otherwise national Dalvco company, and are met to the face with a blaster that uses tech they’ve never seen, by a red fighter in an ultra-synthetic suit.
Overnight, the extremely polite and welcoming town becomes a hostile entity to fight their way out of.
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sincerlycas · 1 year
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handle that.
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summary: plug eren takes his girl out to the mall after working overtime for the past days but gets into a run in and y/n gets the repercussions.
warning: plug eren, bad bitch y/n, black y/n, drugs, gun, toys, backseat sex, slight rough sex, full nelson, mature scenes, etc.
don’t forget to dm me for commissions <3
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see one thing eren hated more than anything was being away from his girl for too long. it’s not like he wanted to be away from his favorite lady but he has a job and it’s a supply and demand thing. driving towards your apartment eren thought of what he should get you as an apology. not only was he not able to be with you but he was also ignoring your texts.
he was being bombarded with texts from clients and suppliers that he really couldn’t even sit for a second to send you a simple hey. but not today, today he was going to hang out and spoil his girl no matter what.
“hey mamas give me a kiss” leaning forward to give him a quick peck after seating in the passenger seat the turning your body away from him while fixing your skirt. “really y/n?” gripping your face eren turned you to look at him in the eyes. “mamas you know I’ve been working overtime there’s no need to act like this.” rolling your eyes you moved his hand off your face and looked out the window. “so busy you can’t even text a bitch ‘good morning’ ‘how are you’ ‘i love you’ or a simple ‘I won’t be able to text much I’m working overtime’ ?!” turning your head to look at him with a mean mug. you knew he was working so he could be able to spoil you like he always has but you still wanted his attention is that so hard?!
“y/n now you’re acting like a brat because you know damn well I didn’t have the time too so shut this shit down right now before you have sum coming for you. and put on the damn seatbelt imma take you shopping.” starting the car eren shook his head knowing you had every right to act how you acted but he wasn’t putting up with it today. biting your lip you grabbed the seatbelt and buckled up listening to him because quite frankly you loved when he spoke like that.
feeling a hand on your thigh you turn to look down at see eren rubbing between your thighs comfortably. rubbing his hands you look at the tattoos he had on them one specifically being a red inked tattoo of your birthdate located on his middle finger which was sporting your guys matching promise rings. “mamas you know id never deliberately ignore you.” stopping the car in the mall parking lot eren turned to rub the side of your face with his thumb while his hand rubbed the back of your neck.
“mhm” nodding your head you rubbed his arm as you leaned forward over the console and gave him the kiss he wanted. “atta girl” slapping your ass eren pulled back from the kiss and got out the car and helped you out and walked into the mall hand in hand with you.
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“where to next ma?” holding bags from Chanel to Gucci eren carried them as he followed you mindlessly to each store you wanted to go to. “hmm how bout Sephora?” turning around to face him catching him staring at your ass you laughed. “nigga are you even listening to me?” looking up at you eren let out a hm? which told you your answer. “I said let’s go Sephora pa” hooking your arm with his you leaned your head on his shoulder as y’all continued walking with each other.
“y/n?! that you?!” turning around to see who called you and spot it was one of the guys you used to hang with but dropped him since he was acting weird. “oh hey jay” waving hi at him then turned on your heel to walk away but was interrupted by Jay stopping you and asking for a hug. you didn’t think nothing of it because you guys did used to hang with each other. giving him a hug as he asked but then you felt a large slap on your ass and two hands gripping it. “damn your ass still fat like I remembered”.
before you could let a word out eren punched the guy right in the face while you were still hugging him causing the guy to fall back while letting you tumble to the side. “eren- .” trying to stop eren by grabbing his shirt to which he moved you aside and grabbed ol boy and slammed him on the wall. “who tf you think you touchin like that huh?” landing another blow to his face eren gripped Jay by the collar not letting up. “m-my bad man I ain’t know” “you ain’t know? you didn’t see her holding onto me the whole time or what?” eren pressed the guy harder into the wall causing any bystanders to be blinded from what he was finna do.
pressing the cold gun against the guy’s abdomen eren looked at him straight in the eye “you gone apologize to her then you gone get tf on and speak nothin of this igh?” nodding frantically Jay moved aside and went to apologize to you then jogged off.
shocked you looked at eren who was grabbing your bags then went and grabbed your hand as well exiting the mall with you and making you guys hop back in the car.
starting the car eren stayed silent while you tried to process what happened. “eren wtf is your issue, I know what that guy did was wrong but you shouldn’t have caused a major scene like that if you were there for a second later you could’ve gotten arrested-“
“y/n does it look like I give a fuck about that shit right now?”
jerking your head back at his words you pushed the side of his head not giving a fuck if he was driving. “nigga remember who the fuck you talking to cuz I’m not the one remember that.” automatically after saying that eren swerved the car around and headed towards a empty parking lot nearby the house and parked. “get in the back y/n.” eren unbuckled his seatbelt and turned towards you waiting for you to talk back to him again, to which you did.
“ion even know why you’re acting like this bruh you’re trippin” rolling your eyes you sat down still. “y/n another man just slapped your ass but I’m supposed to be akeke ajaja? fuck no, let alone the fact you literally hugged his ass knowing why the hell you dropped him in the first place. you’re not fucking innocent so stop fucking playing with and get your ass in the fucking back !!”
staring at eren you saw how angry he seemed and decided to let him win this time because you knew If you kept trying him it would just get worse. “mmcht” sucking your teeth at him you took off your heels and moved into the back. while sitting down with your arms crossed, you stared at eren through the car mirror to which he looked back while lighting a blunt and began speaking while staying in his spot in the drivers seat. “mamas- I buy you shoes, dresses, jewelry, I pay for your nails and hair, I fuck you good, I cater you with everything and all I ask is for you to listen to me without running that spoiled ass mouth of yours and you can’t even do that” taking a inhale from the blunt while leaning his head back.
“that’s fine because that ends today imma teach yo ass a lil sum.”
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that lil sum he was referring to was making you go through misery. “keep them legs spread or imma make hold your nut.” currently you were ridded from your skirt and your back leaning against the car door with your legs spread wide and cunt on display. “fuckkk~ eren please~” eren held a black bullet vibrator to your clit on the highest setting while scissoring your hole with two fingers. “please nothing shut that shit up” closing your thighs on his hand while closing your eyes and arching your back off the door shaking from cumming again. “y/n.. I know you didn’t cum without my permission, I’m seeing things right?” slamming your legs back open eren looked down to see you leaking.
“your spoiled slutty ass don’t listen for shit- now look you’re ruining my seats !” taking his fingers out your cunt and sliding them into his mouth while looking at you “you lucky you taste good.” whining you feel eren slide in slowly while putting one of your legs on his shoulder. “f-fuck~ pull some out renn~” pushing his stomach with your hand you teared up from how much pressure was being put on your g-spot and right after your orgasm. “move your hand move your mf hand.” slapping your hand from his stomach and dragging you to lay fully on the seat he wasted no time and thrusting into you harshly while holding onto one of your tits.
“e-erennn~!! give my pussy a breakk~” moaning loudly into his ear as he laid on top of you gripping the car door behind you pounding down into your hole with no chance of slowing down. “don’t act like you can’t take dick mamas, I’ve trained this pussy more than enough for you to be acting like you can’t , so you can stop acting up and take daddy’s dick?” biting your lip while wrapping your legs around him and nodding your head yes.
smiling down at you eren fixed your hair to move it away from you face and kissed you and sucked on your bottom lip “you’re so gorgeous mamas especially when you spread out for me like this.” kissing the side of your face eren leaned up off you and bringing both your legs to rest on one shoulder and started hitting deeper than before while pinching at your clit and occasionally adding the vibrator onto it.
“ohh shittt~!! eren n-no more~!! I can’t take it anymore~” pushing against his chest while squirting up onto his stomach and your thighs. laying there huffing and puffing eren watched as your eyes rolled in the back of your head while you squirted and smiled.
“alright I’ll give you a break ma, but when we get to that house you better be ready”.
fixing his clothes before he got out the car eren made it back to the driver seat but not before he shoved another vibrator into you and tied your hands together with his belt to prevent you from taking it out. the whole ride home all eren heard was muffles of his name and moans and those sounds were better than any song being played in the radio.
upon arriving to the house eren covered you with a blanket and took you out the car and carried you to the room. “t-t-take it out~” laying down on the bed naked and legs spread wide open with the vibrator still buzzing inside you. “why should I? I’m still not done punishing you because I know right after this is over you’re gonna still act like a spoiled bitch.” squeezing at your thighs eren leaned over you and took the belt off you hands and sucked at you nipples. “I p-promise I won’t, I’ll be good~”
chuckling at your words eren licked his lips and tugged at your nipple. “you’ll be good mamas?” “I’ll be good daddy” “that’s nice to hear ma but imma still fuck this pussy of yours up.”
biting your lip and tearing up knowing your pussy is going to be domestically abused.
today eren was feeling a little different so while putting the lit blunt back between his lips he put you in a full nelson and started fucking up into you with no mercy ! “o-o-omggg~!! why are you fucking me like thisss~!!” arching your back off him you squirted yet again while shaking on him. reaching his hand in front of you he quickly rubbed your clit in harsh circles to prolong your orgasm. “don’t act like you don’t know why- fuckkk~ I’m cumming~” gripping onto your neck and jackhammering up into your cunt eren cummed inside then calmed down after. taking the blunt of his mouth and blowing the smoke into your face eren spoke “you gone behave now?” nodding frantically not wanting to continue with your pussy being sore.
“that’s what I thought, try me again and imma handle that.”
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clerc16 · 3 months
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mamma mia
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
summary: sometimes, in order to live the summer you want, you have to take a chance and risk everything. in your case, going to italy while knowing absolutely nothing about the country. not even the language.
warnings: google translated italian, language. nothing else (for now). this will contain narrated parts and social media parts.
01: THE ARRIVAL
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Easier said than done. Your summer in Italy was not off to a good start. Almost midnight and literally no taxis. Wasn’t this an airport? Where are the taxis?!
You sighed as you stood awkwardly outside the airport gates, praying for a car to show up. Much to your dismay, nothing had appeared, and you were beginning to regret this whole trip.
You looked around for a few more minutes before deciding to walk further down the road. Maybe there will be cars around there, yeah?
Well, no. Nothing, absolutely nothing - the only cars in sight were either parked or not taxis. You sighed loudly as you shook your head, the jet lag beginning to creep up on you and the overall exhaustion and stress of the flight.
You felt - and looked - hopeless, as you walked around the streets with your luggage bag, not knowing what to do. At one point, you did come across a few taxi drivers, but they all spoke little to no English. Just your luck.
Eventually, you decided to sit down and text Nat again. The chances of her replying were low, but not low enough to discourage you from actually messaging her.
As you walked, you found an empty bench across the street, and you decided to cross and stay there for a while. There were very little cars around during this moment as the city was beginning to fall asleep, but did you want to risk it? No. So you waited until the lights turned red.
The weather was warm, but there was some slight wind which caused you to momentarily feel peace.
Momentarily.
Just as the lights turned red, you began to cross the street, but a car coming at full speed braked slightly too late, and you swore you saw your life flash before your eyes.
There was a small moment of panic, but when the car stopped merely a few centimeters away from you, the panic slowly dissipated and was replaced by none other than anger. Fury, even.
As the driver hastily jumped out of the car, clearly panicked, you began to yell mindlessly at them.
“Are you insane?! You almost just ran me over because - what the hell were you even doing?!” You screamed, unaware of the driver’s constant apologies.
“I am so sorry - I didn’t see you, I didn’t realise the lights were red, I-” He continues, slowly making his way towards you.
“Fuck’s sake. Just forget it. My night can’t get any worse, anyway.” You sigh as you begin to walk away.
“Wait- no, I’m really sorry, are you hurt?” He asks, still following behind you.
“No.” You say coldly, not turning around. But when you feel him still standing there, you finally turn around. You can see, and sense, that he truly feels sorry, and also somewhat shocked about this occurrence.
“Do you... need any help?” He mumbles after a while, looking at your luggage. You sigh, then proceed to tell him - the opportunity came straight to you, might as well just use it.
“I just arrived in Italy a while ago. There are literally no taxis in sight, I cannot speak Italian and I just want to go to my hotel.”
He pauses for a moment before speaking up again.
“Well, it is pretty late. Would you like me to... maybe give you a ride?”
You considered it for a second: you just met the man, he almost killed you, you don’t even know his name, and now he is offering to drive you to your hotel.
“No pressure.” He says again, softly. You sigh and nod; you truly had no other options. He smiles a little before helping you put your bag in the backseat, allowing you to get into his car.
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The car ride was short and quiet, but calm. On multiple occasions, he attempted to start a conversation, but it was shut down quite fast. Possibly due to your visible exhaustion and tiredness.
As you finally reached the hotel, you breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Uh... thanks for... driving me,” you say, looking at him. He smiles back, waving it off.
“It’s nothing, really. I’m Charles, by the way.” He says. You nod, then freeze halfway through.
You knew you recognised him from somewhere, something - it’s fucking Charles Leclerc. Charles Leclerc almost ran you over then drove you back to your hotel. In Italy.
“Oh! I actually- I know you,” you say, trying to seem nonchalant and calm. Deep inside, you were freaking out. He laughs at your response slightly.
“That makes my life a lot easier,” he replies before getting out of the car to grab your luggage.
“I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N ... thanks for driving me, again,” you smile as you take your luggage from him.
“No worries!”
You stand there for a moment, wanting to say something, but not being able to.
“Have a nice night, Y/N - enjoy the rest of your holiday,” he finally says with a wink, as you nod in thanks and begin to walk inside the hotel.
Holy shit, what just happened?
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🔔 charles_leclerc just followed you!
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mamma mia here i go again!
lmao i hope this was nice and promising, hopefully i will get to work on a next part soon! ❤️
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clockwayswrites · 1 year
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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 10
Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts. wc: 3324
“Baby Pop!” Ember cried as she swooped Danny up into a crushing hug.
Right then, he was really glad that he didn’t have to breath in his ghost form. Not even five minutes in the zone and he was already being crushed to re-death. He managed to get a hand up to pat awkwardly at her arm. “Heya Ember… everything okay?”
“Is everything okay?! Is every— what are you asking me that for?” Ember wailed. She held Danny out suddenly at arm’s length and shook him around a little.
Danny gripped her arms to stop the shaking. “Seriously confused here, Ember.”
“Pandora talked to us—” 
Oh no.
“—and told how you didn’t know we where just having fun! Danny, Baby Pop, little melody, we didn’t know, I swear!”
“Ember—”
“If we had, okay, like yeah I want my music to be heard and shit!”
“Ember!”
“But not if it hurt you. You have to believe that.”
Danny smacked his hand over Ember’s mouth to keep her from interrupting him again. She huffed at him with a glare but didn’t try to move away.
“Ember,” Danny said, trying his best to muster up a reassuring smile for her. “Pandora explained. I know it was just a big misunderstanding.”
Ember pulled Danny’s hand away from her mouth, gripping it tightly. “Just because it was a ‘big misunderstanding’ doesn’t mean it was okay, Baby Pop. We hurt you. It doesn’t make it right just cause we didn’t know.”
“I— okay, no, maybe not entirely? But also I could have talked to someone, like one of the Ancients, before this. Jazz is always reminding me communication takes both parties, so some of it’s on me too.” From the way her face scrunched up, Danny wasn’t sure Ember believed him. “Look, after I move I’m going to get some of you together and we’ll plan a brawling schedule or something, alright? I think it will be nice to have a way to blow off stress from college.”
“You’re moving? Away from Amity Park?”
“Yep. And I’m shutting down the portal there. Amity Park is going to be off limits. I can’t keep you all safe from the hunters anymore. Can you help spread the word to the usual suspects about that? That would help me out a lot.”
“Can do Baby Pop! You can count on me,” Ember said, flying up with a twirl. Danny waved to her as she sped off, glad that the encounter at least ended on a good note.
He really wasn’t looking forward to having that conversations with any of the other ghosts, but he had the unfortunate feeling it would happen again and again and again. Well, he might as well get it over with Technus first. Danny wanted the other ghost’s advice to make sure that the portal would be well and good destroyed. Between Technus, Tucker, and his own skills, he’d make sure that the Fentons could never get into the Infinite Realms again.
And then he could finally move on.
Not in that way. Just, like, to college.
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The explosion of the portal shook half the city. Car alarms screamed, windows shattered, the ops center tilted perilously on top of the half collapsed wall.
Amity Park was the safest it had been in nearly eight years.
-
Danny had debated moving like a normal human. He really had. He’d sat down and planned everything out from the trip route to the van to cost. He could do it; he was pretty sure. A small moving truck wasn’t any bigger than the Fenton Tactical Response Vehicle. Also, he didn’t need as much sleep as a normal human so could make the trip pretty quickly.
He almost did it just for the chance of doing something normal for once— to have the real college experience.
And then he thought about having to sit still in one seat for that long and immediately abandoned the idea pretty quickly.
Instead, he opened a portal from his apartment in Amity Park to the Infinite Realms and chucked all of his (mostly) boxed stuff into the zone. He technically had a whole castle, what did it matter if he had his junk in it for a few hours? Then he flew to Gotham, wanting to make sure to get the portal precisely where he needed it, and ripped open a new portal.
Sure, he had to stop Boxy a few times from taking off with a box, but otherwise the plan went pretty well.
Just now he was standing in his new, cramped studio apartment surrounded by boxes and furniture and maybe not quite enough room to move and arrange it all. He possibly should have taken a little more time moving in. His new place was tiny. He didn’t think it was possible, but he was already missing his Amity apartment a little. At least that place had more than one room.
But as tiny as this shoe box was, it was all his. He couldn’t imagine having to live with other people any more— not normal people at least. He would have had to hide his ghostly side constantly and he knows he would just mess up and out himself. That wasn’t the sort of attention he needed.
He was really, really trying to have a normal college experience here.
Speaking of…
Danny climbed over a pile of boxes to find his backpack. He’d tried to stick all the most important things (and a change of underwear) in there so it was all in one place. Now he just had to find the damn thing…
Aha! There it was. He leaned over a box, legs flailing to keep his balance, as he grabbed the patched covered purple bag. One of these days the strap was going to give out so badly that there was no saving it. Maybe it was time to get a new backpack. Maybe even before classes started…
Danny twisted around to sit on the box that he had been crawling over and fished around in the front pocket of the backpack to pull out his ear buds. He flicked open the app on his phone and and started a voice call. He was so glad he listened to Tucker and had set up the internet before he moved in.
A few minutes into trying to figure out the Tetris like puzzle of rearranging his space, he heard the ding of someone joining the channel.
“Are you in Gotham? Did you get moved in?”
Danny grinned and rolled his eyes. “Yes, mom.”
“Don’t you dare call me that Daniel John Nightingale.”
“You’re the one who’s full naming me, Sam,” Danny pointed out.
“Would you rather me call you Invis-o-bill?”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” Sam said, completely unbothered by his words. “So how’s the new place.”
“Like a closet. If I trip in the kitchen I’m going to land in the bed.”
Sam snorted. “I doubt it’s that bad.”
“Maybe not, but let’s just say I’m glad I didn’t have money when I left ho— the house to get a bigger bed. I seriously don’t think I could fit anything bigger than a twin in here and still have room for my couch.”
“It’s your couch just a love seat?”
“Exactly my point Sam, this place is tiny.” Fuck it, time to approach this place like an engineer. He snagged the notebook he kept in his backpack, flipped it open to a blank enough page, and sketched out the floor plan.
“Okay, I get it, Princess,” she teased. “But aside from tiny, how is it?”
“Pretty basic but it looks clean and, I don’t know, well kept? I think a lot of people in the building are students too since we’re sorta close to campus and stuff.”
“Are you close enough to walk?”
“I think so, at least when it’s not too cold. But I’m close to a subway and it’s only two stops so once I get used to riding the subways, that will be nice,” Danny said, unable to hide the nerves in his voice.
“Don’t worry about it, you’ll be used to the city in no time,” Sam assured him breezily. “Just get your pass and set it to auto refill. Make sure to check if you get a discount for being a student.”
Danny smiled, just a little somberly. Sam was so much further ahead of him in all these life experiences. He shook his head as if that could shake the thought free with it. He was here now. “Thanks for the advice, I’ll do that. I’ve got a few weeks before classes start to handle all that shit.”
“It will go quicker than you think.”
“Don’t make me ‘mom’ you again,” Danny threatened with a laugh.
A loud knock cut off whatever ever Sam was going to say (probably telling him to fuck off).
“What was that?” She asked instead.
“I think someone is at my door?” Danny scrambled over boxes to make it to the door, which he basically tripped into. That last box he stepped on might of not been as solid as he thought.
“Don’t break yourself, fish.” A muffled voice called from the other side.
“Jason?”
“Who’s Jason?” Sam asked. Suspiciously. Fuck.
Danny fumbled with the locks before yanking his door open. It banged into a tower of boxes with a crunching noise that makes made Danny wince. He rubbed at the back of his neck as he looked up at his smirking guest.
“Jason, hi. I— um, one moment?” Danny asked, pointing towards his ears and the (on brand) bright green and black ear buds that were in them. He turned his back slightly to Jason as if that provided any privacy. “I’ll talk to you later, okay Sam?”
“Who’s Jason?”
“Bye Sam!”
“Danny! You better call me ba—”
Danny hung up on her with no regret and a bashful smile towards Jason. He had to mute the app a moment later as messages pinged in. “Hi, hey, what are you doing here?”
“Moving day always sucks, so I thought I would bring you some food.” Jason held up the bag of deliciousness.
Danny had forgotten he’d even told Jason about what day he was moving in the sporadic back and forth texting, but his stomach rumbled gratefully. “Dude, you saved my half-life. I spent so much energy portaling today.”
“Is that how you trapped yourself in your own apartment? Did you forget about this thing called doors?”
Yeah, Jason was far too smug at this.
“Look, it’s fine! I just have to—” Danny pushed against the door. It smacked into the pile of boxes again. “—shift a few things—” He pushed harder, his socked feet slipping on the linoleum. “—and then—” the cardboard finally gave and the whole tower crumpled slightly. “—see!”
Jason snorted and squeezed through the open door. His bulk barely fit and once he was inside, it left him standing pressed against Danny in the narrow space.
Danny felt himself blushing red as he tried really, really hard to pull his eyes up from the broad chest to Jason’s smirking face. Nope, that wasn’t any better. Those wonderfully quirked lips were way too close. He really needed to stop thinking things like that.
“So what’s your grand plan now?” Jason asked, looking around their box prison.
“That’s, um—” Fuck, even the guy’s neck was hot. It was like a damn tree trunk. Was that weird to think? That was probably weird. “—I’ve just been playing mountain goat and climbing over it? I have a clear spot over there.”
“Alright then Capircorn, lead on.”
“What?”
“Capricorn? The horoscope sign and mythological animal? It’s a like a mermaid but with goat top half. Since you’re a fish goat.”
Danny snorted, once, before he just dissolved into a fit laughter. It was maybe more a sign of how long Danny had been stressing over everything than how funny the joke was, but it still left him leaning against Jason as his peels of laughter died out.
Damn did Danny want to just stay right there though. Jason’s chest was really way too comfortable to have his face pressed into. The large hand spread over his lower back to help him keep his balance was grounding. It made his core want to curl up happily like a content cat.
He really had been alone for too long, hadn’t he?
Danny made himself pull away and start scaling the box. “Follow the goat fish’s lead then.”
“Hey, I think I said fish goat,” Jason said, handing over the bag of takeout once Danny had crossed the proverbial mountain.
“Okay, but if the top half is goat, goat should totally come first.”
“No, the fish tail is the weird part. You’re just looking at it going ‘this is normal’ and then you get to the fish half and realize it’s fucked up,” Jason said as he eyed the pile of boxes and then vaulted over them like it was nothing. He straightened up from his landing to smirk down at Danny again (and man could Danny get used to that). “So the defining feature is fish and hence fish comes first.”
“Ancients, why am I arguing with an English nerd about words?” Danny said, making himself step back even as his core screamed at him to do the opposite. He set the food down and dug around in one of the nearby boxes (he had labeled this one, go him) for a blanket to spread out on the floor. “And I totally know what Capricorn is. It’s a constellation, after all.”
“Oh my god. You’re a space nerd,” Jason said, gleefully.
Danny flicked him off over his shoulder.
It only took a little bit of digging before Danny found a blanket and soon they were seated on the small bit of open floor with the take out containers spread out between them. One of Jason’s long legs was stretched out all the way across the space. Danny was trying to ignore how where his thigh pressed against Jason’s leg felt so warm.
Jason, unconcerned, munched on a spring roll thoughtfully. “How did I surprise you anyways?”
Danny swallowed his mouthful of honey chicken before answering so not to be disgusting. “What do you mean?”
“Just whenever you��re anywhere near my place I get the whole someone walked on my grave feel,” Jason said with a little wave of his chopsticks. “So how did I show up at your door without you noticing?”
“Oh, well, this isn’t my haunt? At least not yet? I don’t know if it will become mine. This sorta thing is all really unusual, changing haunts, but you know, halfa and all.”
Danny deflated a little at the utterly done expression that Jason was giving him.
“That explained nothing. What’s a haunt? I assume you mean like a haunting?”
“Oh! Oh, yeah, sorry. I guess that would be confusing.” Danny rubbed at the back of his neck. “Okay, so the area where you live, Park Row—”
“Crime Alley.”
“Pardon?”
“Crime Alley,” Jason repeated. “Only the rich assholes call it Park Row.”
“Right, gotcha, sorry, all of Crime Alley is basically your haunt. Think of a haunt as your territory. It’s an area you protect or control, depending on your vibes as a ghost. For you, I’d say it’s definitely protection.”
“So I can feel you when you’re around because you’re, what, basically trespassing?”
“Yep. So, like, ghosts that are ‘yours’ in some way can exist in your haunt without much of any notice. Take, like, Frostbite. He’s the chief of the Yetis—”
‘Yetis?’ Jason mouthed silently but didn’t interrupt.
“— so most of the other Yeti’s live in what’s his haunt, but their presence doesn’t bother him any because they’re his tribe. He gets a bit of a sense of them being there, but he explains it as basically just a really faint feeling unless anything goes wrong. Families work the same way. Friend’s or allies never go away completely but it mellows.”
“So not getting that scream of static and chills anymore when you show up…?”
“Totally means you don’t want to disembowel me,” Danny joked before he sombered. “But shit, that sounds overwhelming. I didn’t know it was so bad for you. We’re going to be more sensitive to each other because we’re both halfas. Like, once your core develops other ghosts will sense you too and you’ll sense them, but right now you just feel like a minor shade to them and I guess my presence covered up anything you might have felt of the other ghosts. You said it’s better now?”
Jason stuck his chopsticks in the takeout box and leaned back against the pile of boxes behind him. “Yeah. The first time it happened it almost knocked me out. There was just this overwhelming level of static. I crushed a glass in my hand and I didn’t even notice. All I knew is I needed to get home.”
“To protect your haunt,” Danny said with a grimace. “Shit, I’m sorry. If I had noticed in time I would have stayed out. I was chasing this pain in the ass ghost and then suddenly I was in your haunt which was, well, not great?”
“Because you were trespassing?”
“Yep. And because your haunt felt… there was a lot of rage there.”
“The haunt feels like things?” Jason asked with a scowl.
Danny gave a little nod. “It’s based on both the area and the ghost. So you know, Crime Alley plus Pit rage…”
Jason looked away, glaring at the ground. “Which explains the ‘please don’t disembowel me’ message.”
“It seemed better safe than sorry,” Danny said, quietly.
“Is it horrible for you? Being in my haunt?”
Danny glanced up to meet worried, ice blue eyes. “No. It’s fine, really Jason. We’re getting used to each other, right? I’m not as bad on you when I go into your haunt and your haunt isn’t as pressing on me. Besides, the center of your haunt was always just… well, a little sad? Aching?”
“Right, sure, aching,” Jason said, snatching back up the box of take out to stab at it with the chopsticks.
Danny fiddled awkwardly with his own, not knowing what to say.
“So, well,” Jason started eventually, clearing his throat. “Why won’t this become your haunt?”
“I don’t know if I’ll get attached enough. Or if it will end up being the college campus or something else or maybe even nothing. Ghosts don’t really change their haunts unless something traumatic happens, and a trauma of that level they might not survive. But because we’re halfa’s and still living life and changing, it’s not as big of a deal for us.
“At least that’s what Frostbite thinks. Honestly we’re not really sure how exactly this will all work out for me. But I was already… detaching from my old haunt after my friends and sister left so might as well try, you know?”
That didn’t exactly seem to have the reassuring effect he wanted. Jason was gripping the takeout box a little too tightly. “But it won’t hurt you?”
“Frostbite is keeping a close eye on me, I promise. I’m going back for so many doctor visits right now. Which, by the way, when you’re healthy enough to travel between realms you will be too. But for right now I’m being looked after and I’ll do what I can to make Gotham my home and settle in. The sooner I do the sooner we’ll know more.”
Jason took a deep breath, shoulders losing some of their tension, and nodded. “Well, you better finish eating so we can get this place livable then. I’m not sure if the fish goat life is sustainable.”
“Goat fish.”
“Fish goat.”
Jason ducked with a laugh as Danny chucked a spring roll at him.
Yeah, maybe this place could at least be a home.
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AN: AH! I found an easier way to get this from Scrivener to share with all of you. Sweet. Chapter 4 rewrite is ready to go up on ao3 on schedule too~
The first part of this chapter really fought me (I started a whole new fic to avoid it lol) but parsing it down to just having Ember there really helped. I’m not sure if we’ll see Danny talk with the other ghosts much, that’s not really the focus of this fic, but I’m sure one or two will find a way to show back up. In the second half my poor ace self struggled with Danny’s “oh no he’s still hot” POV but hopefully it came out well! This may be a rougher chapter though (wee endless migraine) but that’s what the rewrite is for! (Seriously, for a better version of this fic visit ao3 lol link in pinned post.)
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jaylaxies · 1 year
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A REUNION TO REMEMBER
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PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader
GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, cunnilingus public sex, car sex, mentions of drinking, mentions of jay and yunjin (le sserafim), and other idols.
WC: 11,380 words
SYNOPSIS: you last met park sunghoon when you were in high school, more precisely, when he had gained enough courage to ask you out, not knowing that the most popular girl of the school was already taken by the senior who was equally as popular. four years later, your batch decided to hold a reunion back in your town, where you meet sunghoon again. only, the problem is that he’s hotter than ever and you can’t, for the life of you, keep your eyes off him.
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni
A/N: hihi, angels! happy hoon day! and this one is for my beloved @end-hyphen happy belated birthday iloveyou <33 i really hope that you like it! im sorry for taking so long to complete this fic but here we are :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <3
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“There’s no way he didn’t know!” You exclaimed, recalling how things went down back in tenth grade.
Yunjin only sighed on the other end of the call, “listen, I love you but, you have to take into account how oblivious the poor boy was back then! He studied and skated, that’s all he did,” she spoke, emphasizing on the but part.
You huffed, sitting down on the edge of your bed, nodding to yourself as you found her point to be a valid one.
“It’s still awkward though,” you mumbled, playing with a loose thread of your sweater.
“It’ll be fine, okay? It’s been four years, and it’s not like you have to talk to him.” Her words were true yet again, and this is why you loved her.
Yunjin had been your best friend since you were in middle school, she’d always been honest and the social butterfly everyone loved, but at the same time, she was humble and kind, always taking care of the ones around her.
You were relieved to know that she would be with you for the school reunion, an event which was planned thoroughly. It wasn’t just a meet up, it was a three day trip back to your hometown, the first day being the reunion dinner night, the second being the beach day and the last being the night out at the new club.
The idea itself was thrilling, not to mention how desperately you needed this break, Yunjin even quicker to express her excitement by booking two hotel rooms for you both as your parents now lived in Seoul, and not in your hometown.
Another sigh left your mouth as you plop down on your bed, staring at the ceiling while wondering why you even bothered to check the guest list, to check whether Park Sunghoon was invited or not.
It was no surprise when you saw his name in the list, gulping as you recalled the embarrassing incident which took place between you both, the one in which you never got the opportunity to confront him.
You closed your eyes, revisiting the memory.
It was the last day of the tenth grade, your exams had just gotten over and the student crowd was elated, throwing notes everywhere to celebrate the same, which caused you to scrunch your nose at the sight of paper wastage and meaningless litter.
“Hey,” a sweet voice called your name at the exact second, succeeding in grabbing your attention.
You recognized him as your classmate, Sunghoon, who was also a good friend of your own friend, Jay.
“Hey! Hoon, right?” You smiled at him, a slight red colour spread on his cheeks at the sight of you.
He nodded, also saying hello to Yunjin, who was right next to you before his gaze fell to his fingers as he fiddled with them, mustering courage to look into your eyes, your own ones staring at him with curiosity.
“I just, I wanted to ask if you’d like to, you know, go out with me sometime?” He let out the question, unsure of what words he had used and cringing at how shaky his tone was.
Your eyes widened as you looked at Yunjin with pleading eyes, asking for help. It was no secret that you were one of the popular girls at your school; sweet, hardworking and humble.
Getting a confession such as this one was nothing new to you, declining politely always worked, however, that was when you were single and not in a relationship with the most popular guy in the school, who was also your senior. It was almost cliché with how the ace, Lee Heeseung, had ended up falling for you.
The news was quick to spread, fast enough for your group chat to go crazy, asking you questions which almost made you throw your phone away with embarrassment. In the span of three days, the whole school was aware of the new it couple. Except for Sunghoon, that is.
“As friends?” You winced at how pathetic your question was, which certainly made things ten times more awkward.
“N—no, as something more?” Sunghoon helpfully explained, looking everywhere but at your face now.
“Sunghoon,” Yunjin spoke up, causing you to release your breath, thankful that she was here to control the situation when you could say nothing and feel uncomfortable looking at his disappointed face.
“She’s taken, love! Sorry,” she informed him, his eyes widening and mouth agape.
You wondered if he was genuinely clueless about this, he did look lost to you.
You gasped, suddenly feeling an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as you stared at Heeseung in surprise, who was already looking down at you with a smirk.
“Hey, baby. I missed you,” he spoke up, kissing you right on the mouth.
Sunghoon witnessed the whole scene, a frown settling on his face, embarrassment clear as he softly said, “e—excuse me,” leaving as soon the words left his mouth, shoulders slumped
You never met him again, only seeing him with Jay at times. He was quick to change his school soon after it, knowing that he’d be able to do so easily since the finals were over.
And you were going to meet him now.
Your eyes snapped open at the thought of that, you just wished for the trip to be a pleasant one. Furthermore, from your side, you’d make sure to not be awkward around him, pretending as if the whole situation didn’t happen in the first place
If you’d even get to talk to him, that is.
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“Wow, you really are dumb,” Jake laughed uncontrollably once Jay finished telling him the story of none other than Park Sunghoon.
“Shut up,” Hoon mumbled, annoyed that the topic which he had wanted so desperately to be buried forever was brought up once again.
“Wait, but if you knew about them dating then why didn’t you tell Hoon?” Jake pointed reh question towards Jay.
“Because he never told me he was going to confess in the first place!” Jay’s eyes widened almost comically as he exclaimed, “and it was exam time, Sunghoon had sworn he wouldn’t use his phone till the exams ended, and you probably don’t have any clue as to how big of a nerd he was—”
“Jay! Stop this,” Hoon whined, covering his face with his palm as Jay took out his phone, scrolling to find a picture of Sunghoon.
He looked a lot smaller than he is now, wearing a yellow, collared t-shirt and round specs, lips curved into a small smile as he looked into the camera.
“Holy fuck! You could have been easily casted for the live action of Doraemon, as Nobita of course.” Jake high-fived Jay after taking a look at the picture, the latter almost falling down with the laugh he had let out.
“Nobita? Oh god, can you guys shut up now? I don’t even want to go and face her ever again,” he snapped, whining right after.
He had been overthinking about everything that could happen once you meet him again. Would you laugh in his face and remind him of it? Heck, would you even remember him? It mattered to him a lot more than he’d like to admit.
A four year gap should have been enough to let his embarrassment fade away, however, all his efforts went to vain once he got invited to the reunion.
“Listen, it’ll be okay. She probably doesn’t even remember you!” Jay tried to make him feel better.
“That’s very consoling, thank you very much,” Hoon rolled his eyes, wondering if you’d forgotten him already. It wasn’t as if you both had been close, but you did see each around and during the classes. He won’t lie, the thought made him sad.
“You definitely have a chance now though, if that makes you feel better,” Jake let out slowly, noticing the glow up Sunghoon had after comparing him with his old picture.
“Shut up, I don’t like her anymore,” he mumbled, a light blush creeping up his neck as he did so.
Jake and Jay exchanged a look, putting on a smile as they dragged Sunghoon for shopping while Jay went on talking about what all they should be packing for the three day trip, bringing a genuine smile to Hoon’a face as he looked at his goofy best friends.
Maybe the trip wouldn’t be so bad, he thought.
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“Ay babe! You look hot,” Yunjin winked at you, eyeing you up and down while you glided your lipstick along the expanse of your lips, smacking them together to spread it evenly.
You winked back, “you look hotter.” She laughed just as you said that, engulfing you in a hug.
“Ready to leave?” She asked, getting her luggage out as you followed with a nod, smiling while you got into the cab, Yunjin being quick to snap a few selfies to mark the start of your trip.
The entire time on your way to your destination, you felt giddy, wondering how everyone looked now. It had been a while since you had met them and you secretly hoped that you’d get a chance to get laid, the studies kept you busy and you hadn’t got time to tend to your needs.
Your mind was full of scenarios as you imagined how your stay would go, what all activities you’d do and so on, falling asleep on the plane while envisioning the same.
“Wake up, sleepy head,” Yunjin shook your arm slightly, waking you up from your dreamland.
It took you a second to realize that the plane was going to land, followed by the announcement of the same and you were still sleepy when you put on your belt.
The journey was short, and you were checked into your hotel room in no time. As soon as you jumped on the bed, Yunjin came into your room holding a bunch of skincare products and sheet masks.
“Get up! We need that glow for tonight,” she demanded, plopping on the bed with you as she ushered you to go and wash your face.
Skincare was therapeutic for you, however, it also made you sleepy, even more so when the hotel beds were the definition of comfort and pleasure.
Your skin was glowing by the time you woke up, also checking the time so see that you had to start getting ready for the reunion dinner at once for you to reach there in time.
“No! You’re not wearing that,” Yunjin pointed at your trouser outfit.
“Why not?” You asked, looking at it. It did seem like a decent outfit to you.
“Because we have to show everyone that you’re still the it girl you were four years back, now hotter than ever,” she mumbled, looking into your luggage as you let her take the matter into her hands, your focus now on styling your hair.
“This!” She exclaimed, getting a dress out which made your eyes sparkle. It was a new dress which you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear before, and she was right, it’s the perfect opportunity for you all to dress up a little.
“Ready?” She smiled. She looked stunning in that black dress of hers, her freshly coloured hair only added to her beauty.
“Ready,” you confirmed.
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“Y/n!” You heard your name, and suddenly you felt warm hands around your body, pulling you into a friendly hug.
Sweet voice and strawberry scent was enough for you to know it was Isa. A big smile spread on your face as you hugged her tighter, looking around to see all of your classmates hugging and talking to each other.
“You look so pretty!” You were in awe, seeing her gummy smile and the pink dress she sported.
“And you? You’re glowing! I bet you grow prettier each day,” she giggled, making your heart melt. She had always been kind and bubbly, another one of the reasons why you were so close to her.
You looked around the restaurant, it was new and the interior was modern, booked for the night for your batchmates. Meeting everyone was like a breath of fresh air.
You didn’t even manage to say hello to everyone before they announced the start of the dinner, asking everyone to take seats, however, Jay was quick to reach to you, his smile as sharp as you remembered it to be.
“As stunning as ever,” he complimented you, hugging your side.
He was in a black suit, hair styled accordingly and it was evident that was wearing an expensive scent. You can’t deny, he looked handsome.
“Thank you,” you said softly, “you look chic as always too.”
A shy smile graced his face, “come on, let’s go and sit,” he said.
You nodded, following him as you noticed that almost everyone had taken seats, Yunjin waving at you, pointing at the seat she saved, which you gladly took, fixing your dress while you did so.
What you failed to notice was the person next to you, who had visibly stiffened with your sudden appearance, until you turned your head to look at him.
Your breath hitched, and you prayed that it wasn’t visible how your eyes widened by just a fraction at the sight of Park Sunghoon.
Glow up would be an understatement, he looked like a completely different person without his specs and baby fat.
His eyes were a chestnut brown colour, it was the first time you had looked into them so clearly, face sculpted with a sharp jawline and pointed nose, lips naturally shaded into a glossy red shade and hair parted to the side, styled accordingly to match his black button up.
“Hey,” a deep voice snapped you out of your observation session and you realized that it was him.
“Sunghoon, hey. It’s been a while,” you smiled at him softly, hoping that he didn’t notice you staring at him just a second back.
Meanwhile the boy was surprised to know that you indeed remembered him, his heart beating a little faster now that he was in such a close proximity with you.
“You look beautiful,” he spoke mindlessly, mouth opening again as he realized what he had said out loud, “how have you been?” He quickly asked, mentally slapping himself for being such a mess.
That only made you smile further, “thank you, Hoon. You look really handsome too.” You let out, and you did mean it.
Your words made him smile, which displayed his fangs. Everything about him intrigued you all of a sudden, his presence affecting you in a way you didn’t think it would.
Before you could talk more, the waiters came out, bringing the starters as everyone chatted excitedly at your table, Yunjin pulling you to her side, whispering in your ear.
“Is that him? Y/n, you couldn’t say yes then but it’s not too late, do it now!” She rushed to speak into your ear, making sure no one else heard it but you.
“Yunjin shut up, I just met him,” you spoke with wide eyes.
“So? You have three days to be with him! And to be honest, he looks like he knows how to fuck—” you covered her mouth, not letting her finish the sentence.
“Oh lord! I’m not going to do that!” You exclaimed, taking a bite of your soup, mood uplifting at the scrumptious taste.
“But why?” She was almost going to whine before Sunghoon called out your name, saving you from this conversation.
“Yes?” You asked too quickly.
He chuckled softly and you swore your name sounded better when it came out of his mouth. Maybe you were too into studying all this while that even the littlest things made you jumpy.
Or maybe it was the man who sat next to you.
“Could you pass me that napkin, please?” He asked politely.
His slender fingers brushed against yours as he took the napkin from you, saying thank you to you, the slight touch of his cold hands made you shiver.
Yeonjun, who sat right in front of you, was successful in distracting you, asking about your life in Seoul and about what you’ve been studying.
He was also a student like you, although he liked to work as a model in his free time, “it pays well and you get free clothes too!” He explained with a goofy smile.
You felt content, loving how friendly the atmosphere was as if you guys never lost touch in the first place, everyone drinking champagne to celebrate with a cheer that you join in too, maybe this is why people hype reunions.
Sunghoon was attentive to everything you had said till now, trying his best not to stare at you every few minutes. Your smile made his lips curve into one as well, unconsciously at that.
The dinner concluded soon, everyone getting up and gathering for a round of group pictures.
Sunghoon’s hand brushed against yours in the process, succeeding in giving you goosebumps again, which he didn’t fail to observe.
“Are you cold?” He asked, noticing your goosebumps.
You didn’t have any better explanation, and you couldn’t possibly tell him that he was one responsible for it.
“Yes, a bit,” you answered, looking at the height difference between you both, his body looked buff, veins visible now that he had rolled his sleeves up.
“Here,” he offered his blazer to you, gently wrapping it around your frame as you could feel yourself being overdosed with his scent — it was attractive.
“I—thank you.” Your cheeks felt hot.
Sunghoon was clearly pleased to see you in his clothes, he had seen you after four years and yet, his opinion about you didn’t change, you looked perfect to him.
You both reached the group, you trying to tiptoe more as to ensure your visibility in the picture. It was hard to take a picture of such a big group, especially when people simply couldn’t stand straight out of excitement, posing with silly expressions.
“Y/n! Come here,” Yunjin called your name, pulling you close for another set of pictures with everyone.
“Listen guys! Tomorrow we’ll meet at the beach by twelve, make sure you reach there on time!” Hyunjin announced.
You loved beaches, the sunlight made the water shine like it hid the prettiest set of diamonds in there, the smell of land and water meeting was soothing to your senses, not to mention the smiling faces all around you. It all made beaches beautiful and you were excited about tomorrow already.
As you made your way out of the restaurant, you noticed two other people waiting for you along with your best friend, Jay and Sunghoon.
“You’re here! We’re taking a cab together to our hotel, apparently they’re staying over at the same place as ours,” she explained, “they probably have their rooms in front of ours too!” She joked.
Sunghoon looked at you in his blazer, deciding that he won’t even ask you to give it back to him, it suited you too much.
He wanted to spend more time with you, he wanted to sit next to you in the cab and he made sure to sit in between you and Jay, his side pressed against yours.
“Are you comfortable?” He asked softly.
“Oh, yeah. Are you?”
He nodded, loving the arrangement so far. Living in the same hotel meant that he’d get to see more of you.
“So, Y/n, how’s it going with uni? Do you have a boyfriend or someone special in your life?” Jay asked, knowing that his friend was dying to know the same.
“It’s hectic but somehow manageable, I like what I’m doing and I won’t be leaving without that degree so, yes I feel like the hard work would pay in the end,” you explained confidently, “and no, I do not have a boyfriend. It’s honestly hard to go on dates when you barely have time for yourself.”
You’d always been hard working and Sunghoon admired that about you, his focus was solely on you ever since you stepped inside the restaurant and talked to him. It wasn’t easy for Sunghoon to fall for someone, but once he saw you again, it was as if his feelings for you had never left.
Just then, the car swiftly came to a stop, jerking forward slightly as Sunghoon quickly put his arm around your waist, pulling your body into him, securing it.
Some car had jumped the red light, almost causing an accident, but thankfully you guys were all safe and without any scratch as the driver was quick to use the brakes.
“You okay?” He asked, whispering as he cupped your cheeks.
You nodded, unconsciously shifting closer to him and he didn’t make any efforts to move his hand away, letting it rest on your waist while your head rested against his shoulder.
It felt comfortable, his scent, his touch, but more than that, it felt genuine, which is why you closed your eyes, sleeping on his shoulder while his breathing hitched, looking at your sleeping figure.
So pretty, he thought, brushing a few strands of your hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear, letting his fingers linger there for a while. It felt like a dream to Sunghoon, and he wished that he could get more of this — more of you.
The comfort and your warmth seemingly got to him as well, his head resting on yours as he drifted off to dreamland with a slight smile ghosting on his lips.
“Cute! Cute!”
“They look like a couple, woah.”
A series of flashes was quick to disturb your sleep, eyelids slowly opening to see two phones shoved near your face, clicking pictures of you, the chatter coming from the very same pair of people.
Just then, you realized that the picture in question was not just of you, but of the guy who so gladly let you sleep on his shoulder.
Your eyes widened when he blinked open his eyes too, Yunjin and Jay laughing at his reaction when he saw you staring at him, face inches away from yours.
His eyes widened comically before he diverted his attention to Jay, slapping his hand away who was busy shooting all of this on his phone, even the cab driver watched it with a fond smile on his face.
“You guys are adorable,” Yunjin squealed when you got out of the cab, rushing to get back to your room, cheeks heated and heart racing.
Were you embarrassed? Yes. But not even a single cell in your body can deny that it felt good — being close to someone.
“Stop pairing us as if we’re school kids!” You whispered into your best friend’s ear.
“It’s fun though.” She shrugged, joining you in the lift, “oh, and by the way, nice blazer you’ve got on,” she smiled, continuing to tease you.
Right, you had to return the blazer to Hoon.
Turns out, Yunjin was right and both of them were indeed on the same floor as you, your room right in front of Sunghoon’s room.
“Good night guys,” she sang, leaving for her room.
Jay followed suit, leaving for his own room, not forgetting to send a wink your way, which the other boy noticed with a frown on his face.
Your outstretched hand got his attention, his blazer now in your hand, “thank you so much, Hoon,” you spoke up.
His nickname comes out of your mouth seamlessly, making him smile.
“You can keep it with yourself,” he started, causing you to tilt your head in a questioning manner, “in case you feel cold again, y’know.”
“Yeah? What if I want you to be the one who keeps me warm if I feel cold tomorrow?” You looked into his eyes.
“I—Yes I can keep you warm, but we won’t be needing the blazer then,” he answered a second after overcoming the initial shock of you saying that.
“Perfect. Good night, Hoon,” you spoke sweetly.
However, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist the second you turned around, spinning you so you stood right in front of him, hands on his chest to support yourself as your eyes widened at his bold move.
“Good night, love,” he whispered, his finger tracing your jaw, before he leaned in to place a soft kiss on the apple of your cheek, a teasing smile on his face before he turned around, getting into his room.
Your fingers instantly touched the place where he had kissed you. The small display of affection earlier had left you restless and desperate for more, wondering how his lips would feel against the expanse of your skin.
You wanted more.
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“Fuck! Faster, please,” you whined, his fingers pressed against your cunt, rubbing them in an agonizingly slow manner, his mouth planting kisses all down your valley of chest.
“You like that?” He asked against your skin, biting and sucking on your tits harshly, doing it enough to leave marks on your body.
The pain was more pleasurable than you could have ever thought of.
“So much,” you hummed, fingers grabbing onto his roots, tugging his hair.
You cried out of pleasure when he inserted two of his fingers into your pussy, thrusting them in and out before he came to whisper against your lips.
“Bet you dream of me too,” he smirked.
A moan left your mouth, which he silenced by kissing you right away, taking all your lewd noises in.
“Don’t you?” He asked again, his fingers leading you to your orgasm.
Until your alarm rang and your eyes snapped open, a gasp leaving your mouth once you came to the realization that it was just a dream.
A wet dream.
About Park Sunghoon.
“Oh god,” you groaned, hiding your face into the blanket, pussy tingling with the dream you had a few seconds back, mostly due to how realistic it was.
You had no other option but to hop into the shower and lean against the shower wall, touching yourself as your phone played a sensual song on Spotify, till you made a mess on your fingers, breathing hard while imagining how today would go.
Especially when you had a beach day ahead and the possibility of seeing Hoon shirtless would be high
Ignoring the fact that you had a wet dream about the man sitting in front of you during breakfast was a tough thing to do, yet you managed it well.
He looked like a prince even in casual clothes and he knew how to make you go crazy by just a wink of his, even giving you his doughnut which you wanted so dearly.
His appearance was innocent, unlike last night where he was in a black button up — hot and attractive beyond words, he left you speechless.
“Are we renting a bike or not?” You asked Yunjin with a smirk after you were done eating.
“I’m down,” she gave you a high-five, “I don’t know about the boys though.”
“Wait, you ride bikes?” Jay asked, impressed.
“Of course, we do!” You answered.
“Take us on rides then,” he said, brow raised at the offer.
“Sure, select your rider, we’ll go to the beach on the bike then,” you smiled.
By the time you got ready in shorts and a top, which you wore on your bikini set, the sun had come up and was shining brightly. You had your bag packed with all essentials and two sets of extra clothes because you never know when you’re at the beach, not to mention how much sunscreen you had used to protect your skin.
All four of you got into the lift, and you noticed how you and Yunjin were wearing the same colours, while the boys were in shorts and t-shirts.
“Who’s coming with me then?” She asked, showing her bike keys.
“I am,” Jay spoke up, as if it was their plan to leave you with Sunghoon, alone at that.
You turned to look at Hoon, “you’re stuck with me then.”
“Perfect,” he smirked, following you out.
“Wear this,” you passed him the helmet, which he put on.
But your gaze went on his arm, which flexed as he fixed his helmet, the short sleeved t-shirt did nothing to hide his muscles.
“Let’s go,” he smiled, snapping you out of your daydream.
“You ready?” A smirk settled on your face as you checked the rear view mirror, looking at Sunghoon, who was quick to send a nod back.
What he didn’t expect was that you’d speed up the second you start the bike, making him jerk forward and hold on to your waist, making you shiver slightly before you began your journey of a total of ten minutes, the beach being close to your hotel.
“Woah, fuck!” You heard the boy say from behind, making you smile as you zoomed past the cars and other vehicles.
“Hold on tight,” you screamed against the wind, loving the light breeze caressing your skin, and Sunghoon’s body pressed against yours.
His arms tightened around you with your command, and your mind wandered to the morning when you dreamt about him.
It did feel good, and you were certain you wanted more.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon was looking around, enjoying the scenery, but most importantly, he was enjoying the time he got to spend with you — his old crush. He leaned in, taking in your scent, smiling at how you didn’t change your perfume still.
He was highly attentive and observant when it came to you.
A series of hooting was heard in the parking lot, where all of your gang was waiting for you four to arrive, thoroughly surprised to see you riding bikes.
“That’s hot,” Yeonjun came over, wearing only beach shorts, abs on display as he saw you take off your helmet, the scene looked as if it came out of a movie.
“Dang, you’ve been working out?” you asked, focus now on him as you happily chatted and took his hand, which he offered with his charming smile, and walked towards the beach with everyone else.
Sunghoon watched it all with his jaw clenched, Jay and Yunjin approaching him with a knowing expression on their faces. He wanted to spend time with you, and he didn’t expect anyone to steal you away from him so soon.
“Maybe she’d notice you if you remove your SpongeBob t-shirt,” Jay adviced, keeping his elbow on his shoulder.
“What’s wrong with SpongeBob?” He asked, tilting his head.
“Oh, definitely, Jay's right. Do you have abs?” Yunjin asked, doing the same from his other side.
“I—why does it matter?” Hoon huffed, shrugging their hands off and walking further.
“It does matter when you’re whipped!” Jay announced helpfully, making Hoon stop to slap his shoulder.
“Stop shouting for fucks sake!” He warned.
“You’ll never get her at this rate. Trust me, go shirtless and see the magic. Also, stop being a loser and move your ass, go and approach her,” Jay said.
Sunghoon simply looked around to ensure that no one was eavesdropping on their conversation, his friend embarrassed him enough and your best friend didn’t help either. Did he actually make it that obvious? He wondered.
Seeing you laughing with Yeonjun did make him want to step up his game.
“Guys! Get changed and then the ones who wanna enjoy the water are free to do that, while those who wish to do water sports, gather around that area,” Taehyun announced, pointing at a shed area meant for the registration of water sports.
You simply wanted to enjoy in the water, so you made your way towards the changing stalls, getting rid of your shorts and top to reveal your bikini, after which, you looked into the mirror to ensure your appearance was okay.
“Love the bikini,” Isa complimented and you cooed at her one piece swimsuit. Everything she wore suited her perfectly.
And Isa didn’t lie, a lot of heads turned to look at you once you were out, some silently admiring your beauty, for instance — Sunghoon, with his mouth agape slightly.
While others, like Yeonjun, didn’t hesitate to show how pleased they were by your entrance, whistling slowly, which flustered you slightly as you rushed to get under the beach umbrella, eyes darting away to look at Sunghoon, who was already staring at you.
“See you in the water,” Yunjin left, running away with excitement clear on her face.
That left you two alone under the umbrella.
“You’re not going?” You asked Sunghoon, getting sunscreen out of your bag.
“Just waiting for you,” he spoke smoothly, causing you to look at him.
“Help me then?” You passed him the bottle of sunscreen, turning around with your lower lip bitten.
Sunghoon took a deep breath, he wanted to touch you in more ways than one. He squeezed out some sunscreen, his cold fingers touching your skin as he applied it on your shoulder with a gentle massage.
His strong hands made you sigh with pleasure, head tilting to give him more access to your neck area, his fingers paying attention to each inch of your back, fingers digging into your inner shoulder with his breath fanning your neck.
He took your name, almost as a whisper.
“Yes, Hoon?” You looked back at him, only to find his face inches away from you.
He came closer, looking into your eyes, “let’s go,” he smiled, heart racing from the proximity and he wasn’t sure how longer he could handle staying so close to you without even kissing you.
“Race you to the water,” you screamed, running away with a smile so big, it naturally made the boy smile as he realized how much he wanted you.
You were fast, but he was faster and his arms wrapped around your waist the second your feet touched the water. Soft giggles left your mouth as he turned you around and ran further, standing in the water with his arms open and a victorious smile graced his face.
“That’s cheating!” You pointed your finger at him, others laughing at your childish bickering as he defended himself with a serious expression, trying not to give in to your pout.
“I don’t cheat,” he came close to say, pouting on his own.
Before you could retort, he started splashing water all over your body, others joining soon and splashing water everywhere.
“Hoon!” You squealed, rushing to splash water back on him, only to trip and fall right into his arms, his hands firmly holding you close to him.
“Falling for me already?” He asked, a cocky smirk on his face.
“In your dreams,” you retorted.
“You were there,” he shrugged, confusing you yet again.
“Where?”
He hooked his finger and lifted your chin tenderly, making you look into his eyes, “in my dreams last night,” he winked, leaving you speechless.
Sunghoon was the shy, nerdy kid who used to sit in the front of the class, always keeping to himself, talking to only Jay.
Now, however, you couldn’t even recognize the guy in front of you. While you found the old Hoon to be cute, you wouldn’t lie when you say that the confidence he oozed now made you want to know him more. The words rolled off his tongue so smoothly, which made you wonder if he flirted with others too.
It seemed as if he was on a roll to make you go speechless, and his plan was working. By the time you turned around to reply to him, you saw him swiftly remove his t-shirt.
Your body stilled as your eyes traveled up and down his body, skin shining with the sunlight that complimented him perfectly. He was lean but muscular, muscles flexing as he took off his SpongeBob t-shirt, abs now on display for everyone to see. He looked flawless.
Yunjin elbowed your side, eliciting a yelp out of you, “what?” You whisper yelled.
“You’re drooling,” she giggled, “get that man,” she tapped on your shoulder, pushing you towards him.
However, when you observed some girl, who wasn’t a part of your group, coming close to Hoon while placing her hand on his bicep and asking if he was single, it made you want to run away and not witness the exchange of Sunghoon smirking at the other girl.
Naturally, you made your way out of the water, face hot as you fanned yourself walking towards the beach chairs under the umbrella, not knowing that the boy had no other job but to follow you, politely rejecting the other girl.
You sat down, closing your eyes as you tried your hardest not to think about the dream you had earlier, your desire only fuelled when he flirted with you with that ever so stunning smirk of his.
Seeing him shirtless was your last straw.
You needed alcohol in your system to survive this, to let yourself free. Sunghoon was already resting on the chair next to you by the time you opened your eyes again.
“I’m hurt,” he started, looking your way.
You raised your brows at his comment, “why? I thought you had company.” You took a sip of your drink, loving the bitter taste on your tongue.
Everyone was out of the water now, the gang was done with their water sports package as well, coming and sharing their experiences with a loud chatter, also talking about arranging a bonfire as the sky turned into the prettiest shades of yellow with orange and red hues.
“I do have company,” he whispered, coming closer for you to hear, “a very pretty one at that.”
He took the beer bottle from your hand, taking a long sip of it, your eyes fixated on how his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped it down.
You snatched your bottle from him, watching as two drops trailed down his chest and towards his abs.
“Sorry, but you left your pretty company back in the water,” you huffed, smiling sarcastically before leaving to get a shower and change back into your shorts before the bonfire.
Sunghoon held on to your wrist before you could escape, pulling you so your back was flesh against his chest, his lips on your ear, brushing it slightly, “you sound jealous, princess,” he teased.
You turned to look at him, lips an inch away from his, your head tilting, “I have no reason to be jealous, Sunghoon,” you quipped.
With that, you walked away, knowing well you were jealous when you had no right to be so.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, was having the time of his life stealing your attention and having you to himself. Your reactions only encouraged him to do more, he wasn’t the one to flirt, however, he loved to get a reaction out of you.
Being together for two days was enough for Sunghoon to realize that his feelings for you never faded, it only grew more after spending more time with you. He couldn’t hide the smile forming on his face as you denied being jealous, it gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d have a chance to win your heart. The fragrance of your body mist lingered around him because of the earlier proximity.
He swore it was his new favourite scent.
His eyes followed you, admiring your beauty from afar before he too went to get a shower and freshen up.
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“So, you and Sunghoon, huh?” Yeonjun asked, sitting down on the sand next to you.
The shower did make you feel better, the cool breeze and the sunset creating a calming atmosphere, the bonfire in front of you only making it cozier.
The question caught you off guard, resulting in an awkward cough from you, “what do you mean?”
“Come on, anyone can notice the sexual tension between you two, or maybe I’m just observant,” he shrugged, “you can’t deny that he’s hot,” he pointed out helpfully.
“I’m not denying anything, but I don’t think anything will happen between us,” you pouted, watching the man walk towards your group, drying his hair with a towel.
A gesture so natural, but he made it seem so enthralling that you couldn’t help but stare.
“So you do think he’s hot,” Yeonjun followed your gaze with a smirk.
He wasn’t going to let this go, and you were sure of that, a groan leaving your mouth as you divert your attention towards him.
“I’ll help you get his attention, although I think you’re doing pretty fine yourself,” he lowered his voice at the last few words as Sunghoon sat down next to you, passing you his charming smile.
“Truth or dare,” Yeonjun asked you, starting to implement his plan, passing you another can of beer.
Sunghoon looked at you with curiosity filled eyes, jaw clenched slightly as he noticed your closeness with Yeonjun.
“Uh—truth?” You asked more than answering.
This also gained the attention of your group, everyone cheering to play a round of truth and dare just like the old times.
“That’s boring,” he scrunched his nose, “how about I dare you to kiss someone in this circle?”
“Yeah, no. I’m not playing,” you took a long sip of your beer, ignoring the series of disappointed noises coming your way.
“Why?” He whined, “I bet anyone would want a kiss from you,” he emphasized on anyone.
Sunghoon bit his lips, eyes never leaving your face as he saw you disagree, a small smile on his face at your rejection. He wondered if Yeonjun wanted the kiss for himself.
“He’s right, you’re beautiful and oh god, I remember the number of proposals you used to get on Valentine’s day,” someone pointed out, giggling.
Seems like everyone was drunk already and the night had just started.
That statement made Hoon go stiff as he remembered his own memory of confessing to you.
“Oh, that reminds me of the time Sunghoon had come to ask you out,” Karina mentioned with a mischievous smile, as if everyone was on a mission to have you and Sunghoon in the spotlight.
The said guy groaned, hiding his face when the topic he so desperately wanted to avoid, came up out of nowhere, secretly hoping that you didn’t find him weird after remembering the same.
“Sunghoon confessed?”
“What? When did this happen?”
“Did you reject him?”
A bunch of questions were thrown your way and you looked at Hoon with a panicked face, him doing the same, gulping.
“It was in high school, and that’s all we’re telling you,” you answered, dismissing the crowd.
“So you can kiss him as your dare,” someone proudly suggested.
He looked bothered and you frowned, “guys, no. Let’s not make him uncomfortable now,” you spoke gently and Yeonjun took the hint to change the conversation really quick, daring someone else to drink five shots in a go.
“Hey. Are you alright?” You kept your hand on his surprisingly warm ones.
“You’re cold,” he frowned, intertwining his fingers with yours and keeping them inside his jacket’s pocket, “I have to keep you warm, remember?” He smiled.
He was nervous, trying his best to divert the topic and you let him, scooting closer to feel his warmth.
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend back then,” he confessed with reddened cheeks, “I was just so busy with exams and—”
“You don’t have to say anything, Hoon. I understand and I’m sorry for what happened that day,” you tilted your head to look at him, blinking slowly as you finally felt your alcohol kicking in, “you’re pretty,” you whispered.
Hoon was on his fourth can of beer already, his tolerance level not being too high, causing him to get drunk faster.
His heartbeat rose up when you said that to him, and he pulled you closer, “you’re the prettiest,” he whispered, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear.
Everyone seemed to be in their own worlds, laughing at random things, playing music and dancing, however, your drunk self wanted nothing more than to be with Sunghoon, to kiss him, and it took all of your self control to restrain yourself from doing so.
Sunghoon pulled you closer and on his lap, your face buried in his chest and his arms wrapped around you. He wanted you more than ever and being drunk, he couldn’t help but pull you impossibly closer to him.
Despite everything, you did admit how his presence made you feel warm inside, and it wasn’t solely because of alcohol.
He bummed a song under his breath, you almost slept in his hold, his deep voice giving you butterflies. His embrace made you feel wanted, just like you had wanted him, and you indeed were in your own world, soon being disturbed by others saying it’s time to go back.
Someone made you drink water, and soon, you were in a cab with your best friend next to you, Sunghoon on the other side and Jay riding shotgun.
“Good night,” Yunjin sang out once you reached your hotel, Jay leaving soon after.
“Come with me, I want to sleep with you,” you whined, no control over your mouth anymore, you took Sunghoon’s hand, pulling him into your room.
“Y/n,” he whispered, closing the door behind him.
“Fuck,” he muttered out, seeing you remove your denim shorts, leaving you in your t-shirt as you climbed on your bed.
He followed, discarding his clothes and getting into the bed with you, a blanket covering your bodies. Your back was pressed against his muscular chest, his arm around your waist keeping you in place.
A soft gasp left your mouth as you felt his hot breath on your shoulder, his lips touching your skin, making it burn with warmth, “Hoon,” you softly whined.
“Yes, baby?” He continued placing open mouthed kisses on your skin.
“Kiss me,” you breathed out.
“Would you like that?”
“Yes, so much,” you confirmed.
“I want to kiss you,” he confessed, “but not when we’re drunk. If you ask that of me tomorrow then I’ll do it without question.”
You smiled even though he couldn’t see you, “okay,” you said softly, admiring how beautiful the man was.
You turned around to face him, “good night, Hoon,” your voice came out as a whisper.
“Good night , princess.” You felt his lips on your forehead before you drifted off to dreamland.
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A dull ache in your head disturbed your precious sleep. Your eyes opened with a few blinks, settling down on Sunghoon, who laid next to you with his eyes capturing your each movement. You stiffened for a good second, remembering how hot his lips felt on your body the last night.
“Fuck,” you groaned, hand on your head as the effects of hangover started to kick in.
“Here,” he got up, passing you a bottle of water.
“Hoon,” you started, not sure what to say about last night.
“I’ll go,” he says, “I—I didn’t want to make things awkward between us,” he apologized, getting up quickly, putting his clothes on and leaving before you could say much.
“Ugh,” you groaned, hating how the situation turned into what it shouldn’t have been, you wanted him, drunk and sober, in both states.
But he didn’t know that. You were worried if he didn’t want that, or if his gestures were friendly all this time.
His kisses weren’t friendly last night, your mind reminded you, and you let out a series of curses at that, at how desperately you had wanted him to be close to you, all this in a span of two days.
Sunghoon was breathing hard by the time he locked his room, going straight in the shower. He was frustrated. The hot water droplets paired with his flashbacks from the last night, the way you said his name in a whisper, the way your bikini fit you perfectly, and how you looked at him like you wanted him just as much as he did.
He groaned, hand traveling down his skin to pump his semi hardened cock, gulping as images of you invaded his mind. With his head resting against the tiled wall, his fist moved on his length with speed, with need.
He had never jerked off to the thought of anyone before you came into his life again, it was his first time and he admitted, he didn’t know that just the thought of your body pressed against his would make him this hard.
With a moan escaping his lips, he painted the tiles white with his cum, your name leaving his lips as he stood there, breathing hard and deep in thought.
He had to have you.
Tonight.
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“We’ll go first,” you tell Yunjin, getting ready together for the last night — the club night.
“Sure, but why?” she asked, trying to perfect her already perfect liner.
“I don’t wish to face Sunghoon,” you mumbled, sitting down on the bed to wear your heels.
She stopped her movements, turning to look at you, “I thought you guys hooked up last night, it was going well, wasn’t it?” She asked, confused.
“I don’t know, Yun. He didn’t do anything yesterday because we were drunk, which was very sweet of him, but then he left this morning without talking about it,” you explained.
“So talk tonight, and maybe do more cause you don’t have much time left,” she reminded you, “maybe go with Yeonjun’s plan too, Hoon would definitely reach out to you once he sees you with him. I’ve seen that he doesn’t really like when Jun’s with you, it shows on his face.”
“Really?” You asked with a frown, “making him jealous sounds very high school core to me.”
“So what? It works!” She smiled, “and I’m ready, how do I look?”
“Stunning, gorgeous, perfect,” you answered, “and I think I’ll take up your advice this time.”
She smirked, “let’s go and get you your man,” she said, coming close to you, getting a shade of lipstick out which suits you through and through, knowing well that it’s the perfect opportunity to use it.
Flashy lights, loud music, drinks and dancing bodies everywhere. It was easy to spot Yeonjun on the DJ stage, vibing to the music feely. Life of the party as always.
“Let’s grab some drinks,” Yunjin spoke in your ear, the music being too loud for you to hear much from a distance.
You nodded, following her and smiling when you saw a few people from your batch standing there and drinking.
“My ladies, you look hot,” Beomgyu said, kissing your knuckles and ordering drinks for you both.
Seems like making Hoon jealous won’t be a problem after all, especially when everyone has a flirty nature.
You weren’t going to drink today, you had to be sober and in your right mind, so you settled for orange juice instead, the music making you move on your own.
“My lady!” Yeonjun spoke up, popping out of nowhere, pulling you into a hug before he came closer to whisper, “you look stunning,” his eyes shining as he said so, “but I don’t see lover boy, where’s he?”
“Will be here soon I hope,” you replied.
“Dance with me, he’ll definitely come sooner if he sees you with me,” he smirked as you took his hand, taking up on his offer.
Yeonjun was a good company after all, your eyes widening at his bold moves before he pulled you in with a smirk, “lover boy’s here, and he’s looking at us,” he informed you, your eyes moving behind to look at him.
Sunghoon was agitated, he wanted you all to himself for tonight, and he wasn’t going to shy away today.
“Are you just gonna stand and watch while he takes away your girl?” Jay asked from beside him.
“Not today,” Hoon replied simply, his eyes following your actions, watching as Yeonjun took you to the bar, Gyu on the other side as you laughed about something you were talking about, whispering in each other’s ears.
Sunghoon scoffed, rolling his eyes as he walked towards you, he didn’t wish to be nice all of a sudden.
He stood behind you at the bar, eyes fixated on your face, the shade of lipstick you had on suited you so perfectly that he wanted to ruin it by smashing his lips onto yours.
Instead, he tapped on your shoulder, successfully capturing your attention as you finally looked at him thoroughly — he was clad in skinny jeans, a loose black shirt whose first two buttons were open, his chest slightly on display. A delicate chain on his slender neck, hair parted to the side to match his look and jaw clenched as he looked at you with a desire filled gaze.
“Can I steal you for a moment?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you nodded mindlessly, gulping at how fine he looked.
He didn’t wait for you to follow him, instead, he held on to your wrist and pulled you with him, your eyes widened at his bold move, your feet moving quicker to match his pace as he dragged you out from the back door, to an alleyway which was empty.
“Sunghoon—” you called out his name, but he was quick to push you against the wall.
His eyes looked into yours, they were dark with a feeling you couldn’t quite understand before he leaned in, “remember what you said yesterday?” he asked, nose touching yours.
“What?” your voice came out shaky, his fingers on your arms were enough to make you shiver.
“That you wanted me to kiss you,” he leaned in further, his lips brushing against yours with his statement.
“What about it?” you asked, trying to sound stern.
He scoffed, “I bet you’d love it if Yeonjun would do that.”
“I could be wrong, but I have a feeling that you’re jealous, Hoon,” you replied, a small satisfactory smile on your face when you saw him scowl.
He tilted your head upwards, his fingers holding your chin up so you looked into his eyes, “yes,” he breathed out, “because I want you all to myself,” he confessed.
“Fuck it,” you muttered, breaking your tough girl act and pulling him closer by his collar, your hand on his shoulder as you pressed your lips onto his.
He was quick to react, pushing you against the wall harder while also pulling you closer by your ass, his other hand on your nape. His lips moved against yours in a perfect harmony, you felt your knees getting weaker as his soft lips kissed you with no intention of letting go.
He separated your legs apart with his knees, pushing it in between them, you pushed yourself further till you could feel his thigh in between your legs, applying pressure to your core which had you moaning into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he cussed, separating your lips to place rushed kisses on your neck, your head tilting to give him space as you grinded on his thigh.
“Ah— Hoon,” you whined, causing him to stop his actions, his slender fingers wrapping around your neck as he pulled you closer yet again, speaking against your lips.
“I really thought I was over you after not meeting you for four fucking years,” he almost growled, “but no. I saw you at the party sitting next to me and I realized that I still want you, more than ever,” he whispered, staring deep into your eyes.
“I want you too, Hoon,” your voice came out breathy.
He let out a low laugh at that, “you sure you don’t want Yeonjun?”
He was jealous, he didn’t even deny that and you admit you found this side of him hot.
“His name wasn’t on my tongue when I touched myself yesterday,” you admitted, not missing the look of slight surprise on his face, “it was yours,” you tiptoed to whisper in his ear.
A smirk on your lips as you tried to leave, but Hoon was quick to pull you back, his hand on the back of your head as he pushed you against the wall yet again, and you loved how easily he handled you.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he said, “it makes me want to mark you up.”
“Do it,” you whispered.
He didn’t need to be told twice, his lips on yours, your fingers tugging at his silky roots, sighing in exasperation with the wetness pooling in your underwear, your mind going fuzzy and your insides melting.
He nips at your bottom lip, hand traveling down to cup your breasts, your back arching as you feel a shiver going down your spine.
Your short dress and its sheer fabric does nothing to help you, your skin feels as if it’s on fire with how passionately he kisses you, your hand going under his shirt, touching his abs softly.
He knows it’s not appropriate to do this in public, but he can’t, for the life of him, stop his hands from roaming all over your body, from his fang-like canines to bite your clavicle and his eyes darkening from lust as he sees your body responding to him exactly how he wants to.
“I won’t be able to stop myself anymore,” he grunted, taking your name.
“Take me back to the hotel,” you breathed out, capturing his hand into yours.
He nodded, hoping that his hard on won’t be visible as he drags you in between the sea of dancing bodies, biting his lip before you both get to the parking lot, getting into the car he had rented earlier.
His hand rested on your thigh the whole fifteen minutes of the drive, inching upwards which made you squirm in your seat, low whines leaving your mouth desperately.
“Shh, baby. I’ll have to park the car right here if you keep making such sweet noises,” he warned.
The offer was tempting—tempting enough for you to let out a moan, to which he did what he had to. He swiftly took a turn, parking the car at the empty lane, switching the engine off before he unbuckled his seatbelt.
He turned your way, lips on yours as he unbuckled your belt too, a gasp leaving your lips as he effortlessly pulled you to his lap.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” His thumb traced your lips, which you parted to suck on two of his digits. You could feel his hardened length just under your clothed cunt, you moved your hips slightly, just to get a reaction out of him.
“I want you,” you begged, unbuckling his belt as he watched your every move.
“I can’t believe I get to have you now,” he says.
“What do you mean?” You stop to look at him.
He puts his arm around your waist, picking you up slightly to get rid of his pants and boxers, “you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted,” he says, eyes on your dress strap which slid down your shoulder, “tell me what you want, baby.”
“You. All of you,” you answered in a beat, “I can’t wait anymore, I can’t stop thinking about you,” you said.
“You don’t have to,” he whispered, kissing a sensitive spot below your ear, his fingers pulling your panties to the side, pressing them to your wetness.
You held onto his shoulders as he rubbed your wetness, his cock poking at your entrance alongside, “such pretty moans,” he smirked, feeling you being a mess in his arms.
Your words came out in fragments, legs shaking as he pushed his fingers inside you, your back arching. His lips were busy placing kisses all over your tits, pushing your dress down to reveal all of you.
Sunghoon was a patient person, but not when it came to you, one he felt like you were prepped enough, he swiftly pulled you up, pressing his lips upon yours as he pushed you down on his cock, your walls clenching around his length, the stretch too pleasurable for it to pain.
You both muttered a string of curses before you started shifting your hips, his hands on your waist guiding you up and down, eyes closing but he was quick to grab your chin, “look at me when I fuck you,” he said, bucking his hips up to meet yours.
He loved how you looked, hair messy, lips swollen and eyes slightly teary as you tried to form coherent sentences but failed.
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He asked, taking your hand and pressing it to your lower abdomen where you could feel his cock sliding in and out effortlessly, given how wet you were.
“I—I’m close,” you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulder.
“Let go, baby,” he said, groaning as he felt your juices coating his dick, your moans louder than before, eyes closed and his name on your lips.
He grunted, rubbing your clit as he slid out of your pussy, stroking his cock until he spilled his cum all over your inner thigh.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he breathed out.
And he didn’t lie, his movements were more frantic than ever as he drove back to the hotel with record speed, making sure to stay and help you look presentable, the small touches of him all over your face made you feel an feeling which you couldn’t quite name, it was indescribable, but you knew it gave you butterflies.
And you wondered how this guy who fucked you so roughly not even ten minutes back could also be this sweet and caring.
You giggled as you ran into the elevator, a smile gracing his own face at your giddy mood, “I don’t want this night to end,” he confessed.
“It won’t end just yet,” you said, taking out your room card and opening the door, which he closed equally soon as he pushed you against the wood.
“Let me taste you,” he requested.
You smiled, unzipping your dress and moving towards your bed while facing Sunghoon, letting the dress fall along with your underwear, uncovering your bare body to him.
He unbuttoned his shirt, discarding all his garments. You could finally see him in light, his eyes hooded, body sculpted by the gods themselves, the v-line and his big cock making you gulp as you remembered how good he felt inside you.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered you, to which you obliged.
“Spread your pretty legs and let me see you, baby,” he spoke, getting in between your legs, his chain dangling down.
The nickname made you shiver, Park Sunghoon made you feel weak, in all good ways, the way he kissed your thighs, inching closer to your inner thighs, so close to your core which was still wet, all of this made you breathless.
A pathetic whine of Sunghoon’s name slipped past your lips the exact second he licked your pussy, his big hands keeping your legs open, “eyes on me,” he spoke against your wetness, humming at the taste.
He wastes no time in immersing his tongue into your pussy, licking and sucking as you panted, thighs shaking.
You feel ecstatic as his thumb probes at your narrow depths, stimulating your clit while he pushes his tongue in, “want you so much,” he spoke against you.
“Hoon! Please, can’t wait anymore,” you said, pussy swollen and you needed his cock inside you.
“So needy, and for me?” He asked cockily.
“Y—yes! Please,” you begged.
“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” He comes up, kissing you, making you taste yourself on his tongue.
His chain dangled around your collarbone, his intense gaze focused on your expressions as he pumped his cock a few times, his tip on your entrance.
He pushed himself in with a swift movement, bottoming out. He asked if you felt fine, giving you time to adjust, he moved in and out of you swiftly, body pressed against your warm one, his each thrust getting deeper with the roll of his hips.
You could swear you had never felt this way before, he hit your g-spot so precisely, and the feeling of him being inside you, all raw and thick, made you mewl with pleasure.
“You look so pretty,” he groaned, licking your neck where he had just marked you, “falling apart on my cock like that.”
Your toes curled each time he opened his mouth to whisper something filthy into your ear, making your head spin in a good way.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, your fucked out face, swollen lips and the innocent eyes begging him to go faster made it harder for him to hold back. He, in fact, didn't wish to hold back anymore.
He thrusted in harder, squeezing your tit as you cried out his name, your walls clenching around him, making his length twitch.
“Cum in me!” You moaned out.
“Y/N, are you sure?” He asked, cupping your face.
He had never done that before, neither had you, however, you wanted nothing more than to experience it for the first time and you wanted it with each other.
You nodded, “yes,” before he pushed his cock harder, as you rutted your hips absentmindedly to ride out your high.
The room smelled like sex, the mist clouding it as your sounds resonated the walls, you didn’t even try to conceal your bodies anymore.
“Oh, fuck!” He grunted.
Your orgasm ripped through you as you pulled his nape closer for his lips to be on yours, his own climax rushing as you felt the warming sensation of Sunghoon’s cum filling your cunt up to the brim.
You both stilled, taking deep breaths and coming down from your state of euphoria, gulping as you saw him looking right at you.
“C’mere,” he said softly, getting up and watching his cum dripping down on your sheets.
He helped you get up, taking you to the washroom to get freshened up, his cheeks red as he saw you come out in nothing but the shirt he was wearing earlier.
You smiled at him softly and waited for him to come out after washing up.
“Hey,” he said, getting into the covers with you.
“Hey,” you turned towards him, still feeling giddy.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” he said, touching your cheeks softly.
“Why would you say that?” You asked, keeping your hand on his.
“Before tonight, I had only ever dreamed of being this close to you, I never thought I’d even get to kiss you,” he spoke.
“Hoon, I’ve been thinking about you since we met again,” you told him, brushing his hair with your fingers softly.
That made him smile, “can I ask you something?”
You hummed, “yes?”
“Can we, y’know—” he fumbled with his words, making you laugh.
“Shh, we’ll talk tomorrow, yeah? Hold me to sleep,” you said, putting your arm around him.
His heart melted at the sight, and what made him happier was the fact that you didn’t just want him for sex, your smile expressed it all.
“Good night, baby,” he kissed you, just like last night. However, he kissed your lips tonight, making you giggle softly as you held onto him tighter.
He stared at you, not being able to hide his smile and wondering how he could ask you out again, especially when it would be easy for him to meet you since you both lived in Seoul.
The trip was officially over, and you could proudly admit that you loved every second of it.
Both Jay and Yunjin screamed in shock when Sunghoon kissed you at the airport before leaving for their own apartments, your flight being the same in which he couldn’t help but keep his eyes fixed on your seat.
A text popped up on your notification panel as soon as you reached your place.
Hoon <3:
hey
i was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime?
You:
as friends?
Hoon <3:
nooo, as something more :(
You:
what if i say yes :3
Hoon <3:
that’ll make me very very happy :D
You:
text me the date and time ;)
You smiled, loving how things had changed from the first time he asked you that question.
It was indeed a reunion that you could never forget.
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06. ; the date
synopsis - when your best friend dahyun offers to let you stay at her house, you really can’t say no. especially with how things are at the moment. what she didn’t mention is that her little brother lives with her too…
warnings - written, like one cuss word and mentions of food. none else i think !
wc - 773
author’s note - this was also a pretty fun write. also was anyone surprised?? like im such a plot twister😁👍🏽 (story under the cut)
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(Jungkook POV)
I walk through the door and almost immediately, I catch a whiff of the food that Y/n is making. It smells warm and it reminds me of my mom’s cooking, so I don’t question the smile that’s plastered on my face as I make my way to my bedroom.
After changing into something cozier (and taking a bathroom break), I make my way to the kitchen. Y/n seems focused on the food she’s making and that gives me the perfect opportunity to scare her.
I sneak up behind her and place my hands on her shoulders, causing her to jump with a high pitched squeal.
“Jungkook, you bitch! You actually scared me so bad, stupid.”
It’s only been like 3 weeks since Y/n first moved in, but we’ve become somewhat close enough to call each other names so I was really unbothered at her name calling, deciding to instead laugh at her like an immature middle schooler.
“You should’ve seen your face! Ahh priceless…” At that, Y/n rolls her eyes and continues to stir the food on the pot.
“You shouldn’t pull stuff like that if you still want me to cook food for you.” she claims, smacking the mint flavored gum that she’s currently chewing on.
“Whatever, mom.”
As she turns to grab a seasoning from the cabinet, I finally notice the fit she’s got on: a strapless light pink dress that only reaches down to the middle of her thighs paired with even lighter pink high heels. Her hair is done nicely as well and… is she wearing makeup?
“Where are you going tonight?” I ask. She turns to me with confusion written all over her face.
“I thought I mentioned that I have plans later tonight… did I not? Well, I-”
“No, you did. I’m just curious as to where you’re going…”
I didn’t mean to sound so nosey, but it’s been 3 weeks since I’ve met Y/n and I didn’t know that she… well, was in a relationship. As if she was reading my mind, she laughs.
“I’m just going out with a friend. You don’t have to worry, I’ll be home to cook you dinner.”
I could tell that she was just teasing but half of me was actually relieved. A friend.
Wait… relieved? Snap out of it Jungkook!
Y/n lets out a sigh as she turns the stove off. Then she turns to me with a smile.
“Your food is ready!”
Suddenly, her phone dings so she picks it up with a smile. She quickly types something before diverting her gaze back to me.
“My friend is here. Stay safe and call me if you need anything!” she says. She gives me a quick one armed hug before rushing out the door. With a heavy sigh, I watch her leave. At least I won’t be hungry.
Before anything else, I decide to put something on the TV before I eat. As I make my way to the couch to find the remote, I end up finding something else.
Y/n’s black puffer jacket.
I know that Y/n meant to take it because she literally goes everywhere with it. Plus, I can feel her wallet in the pocket. So what do I do? I take the jacket and sprint down to the parking lot. She left the house only 40 seconds ago, I think I’ll make it before she leaves.
And that’s exactly what happens. I manage to spot the top of her head amongst all the other cars.
“Y/n!” I yell, sprinting in her direction. This quickly catches her attention as she snaps her head towards me. She squints before realizing it’s me running towards her.
“Jungkook?” I pant as I inch closer to her, “what happened? Why’d you run out?”
“You forgot your jacket, dummy.” I say, slightly out of breath. She laughs before patting my shoulder.
“Thank you, dude. Hey, meet my friend… Mingyu”
At the name, I freeze and mentally beg that it isn’t the Mingyu I’m thinking of. But my begging is meaningless as I slowly peer into the car and, lo and behold, there sits Mingyu. My best friend Mingyu.
He seems to have the same expression on his face as we stupidly just stare at each other.
“H-hey bro…”
At this, Y/n’s brows furrow.
“You guys know each other?”
I chuckle drly, facing Y/n once again.
“Y/n… we’re best friends.”
Only one things goes through my mind as I watch Y/n’s eyes widen in shock, her head immediately snapping to the left to look at Mingyu.
“Shit…”
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39 with trevor please :)
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“you’re obsessed with me”
trevor zegras x fem reader
39. “my clothes look better on you anyways”
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today the anaheim ducks are playing the chicago blackhawks, and you’re very conflicted on what to do. your boyfriend plays for the ducks, but you’re originally from chicago. of course you own multiple blackhawks jerseys, but you always wear your ‘zegras’ jersey to every ducks home game. “babe, you’re wearing my jersey tonight right?” trevor asks you, as he enters the kitchen where you’re standing cooking breakfast “unfortunately. i hate going against my roots” you say sarcastically . “unfortunately?! oh you’re dead meat missy!” trevor says as he lifts you from behind and throws you over his shoulder. “trevor put me down i need to finish cooking!” “nope! not until you take it back!” he says as he spins you around. you flail your arms around hitting his back as he spins you. “okay okay i take it back! i’m getting dizzy put me down!” you beg. he places you on the ground again and you dizzily walk back over to the stove finishing the food.
as you and trevor are sat at the kitchen island eating breakfast he notices you’re wearing not only his hoodie but also his sweatpants. “are you wearing my clothes?” he asks, despite knowing the answer. “maybe” you smirk, as you eat a bite of food. “you look cute” he smiles, causing a blush to take over your cheeks. after breakfast you go and get ready for the day, and trevor heads to the rink for morning skate.
once trevor gets home to take his pregame nap, you decide to clean the house and run some errands before getting ready for the game. as trevor is leaving for the arena, he stops you. “wear my extra jersey tonight.” “why can’t i wear mine? mine fits me perfectly, yours is like a million sizes too big!” you cry out. “pleaseeee? it’s cute how big it is on you” he whines, grabbing it from the closet. “fine, only cause it smells somewhat like you” you roll your eyes playfully. he smiles and leans down to kiss you before heading outside to his car.
you finish getting ready and slide on trevor’s jersey over your head, adjusting it at the bottom slightly. you get to the rink and meet up with some of the other wives and girlfriends and you all head to your seats down by the ice. trevor instantly skates over to you, and blows you a kiss through the glass before skating away to give some fans a puck. you’re sitting next to troy terrys wife dani, and on your other side is john gibsons wife alexa. “is that trevor’s actual jersey?” dani asks you. “yes, for some reason he wanted me to wear it” dani laughs, “i think it’s cute! oh look the game is starting!” she says turning her attention to the ice.
the game is close in numbers until the last period when trevor randomly gets on his grind and makes one goal and assist. the game finishes at 2-1, ducks taking the win. you and the other wags head straight to the locker room and per usual, trevor is the last one to leave. god does that man love to talk. as he walks out, a big smile takes over. “you wore it!” he smiles as he rushes over to hug you. “i told you i would!” you smile up at him. “cmon let’s go home i’m exhausted” he says wrapping an arm around you, leading you to the parking lot.
back at home, you get into one of trevor’s hoodies and sweats, and crawl next to him in your guys’ shared bed. trevor puts his phone down on the nightstand and looks at you with soft eyes. “you’re wearing my clothes again” he smirks. “what is your deal with me wearing your clothes! it’s like you’re obsessed with it!” “no actually, you’re obsessed with me. but it’s okay, my clothes look better on you anyways” “since when is that something we didn’t know” you mumble, causing trevor to laugh. “yeah and i love it” “yeah you better, cause this hoodie is so comfortable. i think i’m stealing it” you exclaim, curling up closer to him. “yeah whatever you think sweetheart.”
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I went full Picsart on this!
Requested by no one other than my imagination and inspired by @valeskafics and @sapphire-writes . Just their entire blogs, go read it!
Thank you @annikin-im-panicin for helping me out with some of them!
Warnings: Alcohol, throwing up. Let me know if I missed any.
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Yes you are a silly drunk and yes I used silly nicknames.
Is it implied that you are sorta fwb with almost everyone? Yes yes it is.
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Modern!Aegon
If this bitch ain’t the one who got you drunk then he sure is the one who gets to have fun!
He got a call from you which was just gibberish, the only thing he could pick up was drunk, pick me up and party. His face: 🤨. TF is he supposed to do with party?! But luckily for him he made you install friend locator. Hah suck it Y/N it is useful and it was worth spending money on for the premium version! He will so rub it in your face later on.
So let’s say he does find you at 3 am absolutely hammered. Like you just went into a liquor store and bought it all. That’s how Aegon described it but we can’t really trust this little shit.
First of all he safely parked the car before walking towards you, and him being the little annoying cunt he is started filming it all. He got all your weird drunk confessions that should have stayed in the dark. “Aegon your uncle Daemon is like hot. So are your mom and aunt. Why is everyone so handsome!” You clutched onto him as if your life depended on it. “Whoa Princess, I know I’m super attractive and all that but no need to rip out my hair.”
The walk to his car should have been really short but…. no. You being supported by him decided to try to go pet a cat walking down the street. The cat did not like you and it did not end well. “Why does everyone hate me!?” Cue your crying and Aegon just desperately trying to stifle his laugh.
An extra stop at the pharmacy to get some band aids for you. You insisted on the Disney ones, cause they looked cool. At this point he was just straight up laughing at you.
His apartment was closer than yours and with your state you just needed a fucking shower and sleep. So he just took you to his apartment, and looking back he was really glad helaena lived down the street.
He carried you inside as your legs gave up and called Helaena to help you get ready. Normally the boy wouldn’t mind but even Aegon knows that a drunk person should be treated with care and not getting fucked by him in the shower. Which you totally didn’t do once or twice……..
When you were all cleaned up Helaena took her leave and you guys were alone again. “Alright Princess, you take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch,” he couldn’t finish his sentence before you already started to huff. “What’s the matter?” “Don’t want to sleep alone Aeggy.” you said. “Want me to stay with you?” Aegon asked. He didn’t mind, of course he didn’t! He just wanted you to feel comfortable. “Mhm.” Cue the quick nodding from you.
So he held you in his arms till you woke up. Then he just laughed at you but did give you painkillers. Cause he ain’t that much of a bitch.
Modern!Aemond
He is the friend who said: “Do you need me to pick you up after the party is over?” And dumbass you said: “No don’t worry I won’t get that drunk.” You did you did get that drunk
But Aemond half believing you was in his comfortable clothes at his home 30 minutes away from you watching Gilmore Girls. (He just looks like he would enjoy it).
When suddenly his phone rang. “Hello with Aemond.” As soon as he said that fucking crying could be heard from the other line. “Aem I’m lost.” He could barely make out the words you said. “Y/N, baby where are you?” Frantically searching his car keys while also talking to you led to multiple things ending up on the floor. Nothing shattered but still a bloody mess. What he does for you is insane.
“If I knew that I wouldn’t be crying…” Okay she had a fair point. “Alright miss im so smart. Where was the party? At who’s place?” “At Starks place. You know the one dude.” “Yes . I’m familiar with him. I’ll come and search for you. Just try to find a recognisable place. Like a 7/11 or something like that? Aight love? Can you do that for me?” Aemond knew he shouldn’t be driving and talking on the phone but you were a different story’s. He loved you and he couldn’t bear the thought of you being alone, drunk and most possibly scared.
“I SEE A LIGHT! OMG ITS A CASINO.” Your shouting almost made him go deaf. Aemond blinked a few times before calmly replying. “Thanks love I think I know where you are.” Followed by a quick sigh of him getting the ear damage. “I’m going to bet my money.” You said and Aemond could just hear your smile through the phone. “No no missy, you are staying at the front of the building alright?” “Yes sir!”
Once he finally found you he noticed you were wearing one shoe. He made the connection that you had been killing you ankles walking on one heel this entire time. “You couldn’t take off the other heel?” He asked you with a small chuckle at your drunk antics. “Uhm no. I had to be fashionable.”
“Come on love. Your carriage awaits” he opened the door for you and smiles as you giggled at his choice of words.
The ride home was calm and nothing but silence. That was a lie!
You spent the entire ride telling him about everything you thought you saw. "Bettany kisses Jason,even though she was with James." You whispered, almost scared or being heard.
"OH no!" Aemond feigned surprise and put his hand dramatically to his head.
When you did finally come home he was sure to bath you very very gently. Not touching you in any way. (He is very polite and a gentleman)
You have had slept together on multiple occasions before. Maybe fucking maybe not. Who knows......
So it wasn't a problem for him to just put on his pyjama and get into bed next to you just holding you till you slept.
He was sure to remind you to listen to him more often
Modern!Daemon
Some background info. This can be interpreted as dilf daemon cause it is mentioned that Jace is his stepson.
So his stepson Jacaerys asked to throw a party in the mansion this Friday evening. Who was Daemon to refuse? Especially after he mentioned he would be inviting his childhood friend Y/N.
Oh if only Jace knew what is going on between his step-dad and best friend . Well maybe better if he didn't. ;)
So he quickly accepted the proposal but on one condition! Daemon was allowed to stay in the mansion at all times
He didn't really attend the party until he spotted you entering, an suddenly he was seemingly everywhere where you were.
It became kind of difficult to pretend nothing was going on between you and Jace's stepfather, but thank the gods for Alcohol!!
Jace would be drunk and had caught you guys making out, but instead of reacting right there and then he just left. Weird..
But somewhat later when you made yourself presentable again. he approached you. You were completely prepared for him to shout at you. Instead he goes like: "Bro, I think im hallucinating. I just saw you and Daemon's hallucination make out."
"Yeah, weird......"
You could've left like any sane person would do, but luckily for us you aren't. You went straight to the alcohol, doing shots and sipping combinations i would not recommend.
Daemon had been in the shadows after getting caught. Like Rhaenyra knows about it, hell Daemon knows about Harwin. But they were like, we love each other but also others.
Jace however wasn't aware yet.
So when he saw you drinking that awfully mixed abomination. Like he didn't stop you, but he also didn't cheer it on.
The party went on for a while and after about an hour (don't factcheck me on this one) the drink really hit you like a train.
My god, you were challenging everyone to literally everything. You had lost your coat and were just walking around with a tank top and shorts in the evening while its Winter!!
So Daemom came to the rescue. Grabbing your coat and pulling you away from the mass, he checked if you had any injuries.
"I'm taking you home, you cant go home yourself in this state."
"State? We're not in the United States?" "Oh dear."
He informed a half passed out Jace that he was taking you home and Daemon thinks he half got the message
While driving you home you were like Grogu in that one scene. Touch everything!!
"No love, you just locked the doors. No thats the radio. What do you mean with: Why do i not have a turbo?"
Daemon could feel grey hairs coming.
Once at your flat he used the emergency key and led you inside.
"Wow, who lives here?" Daemon thought you were kidding when you said that.
"Stay put! I do not want you moving off this couch, im going to grab you some stuff so do not make this any more difficult than it needs to be"
You saluted him. "YES SIR YES."
He knew where you kept your tea, heating pad and Ibuprofen.
He ended spending the night there to watch over you. Mama bear Daemon at its finest.
Modern!Jace
Daemon is a caring type after things go south, Jace is a Mom friend all the time.
When you told Jace about the party he gave the usual lecture. “Call me when you arrive and leave. Don’t forget to drink water and don’t die.”
Normally Jace would’ve joined you but he unfortunately had to do a project with Cregan.
So off you went, feeling amazing and fabulous in your new outfit.
It wasn’t that far away from your guy’s apartment, you have been sharing it since a year now.
So you went walking, that would’ve been a big problem later. Especially for Jace.
When you arrived everything was fine, nice music, good vibes and good drinks.
After getting a few light drinks you started to up the game. Doing a few shots. As you took a whiskey shot you could feel it burning.
Listen normally you would be responsible and stop drinking all these stuff at the same time, but yeah……. Not this time.
Mix after mix after different drinks.
As expected you ran to the toilet and there it came. The aftermath of your actions. Well not even the aftermath just consequences
Aegon being a slightly good friend called Jace. Did it come out coherent? NO. But it’s the thought that matters.💕
“Y/N? Oh wait Aegon. Why are you calling from Y/N’s phone. Did she die?!” Jace was already putting on his shoes while talking on the phone.
“Threwssdd upps”
How the fuck was Jace suppose to decipher that gibberish?
“Are you at the main dorm?” “Yes.”
“Alright I’m coming, just don’t let die”
Our homeboy Jace was speed walking until he heard the music
As he entered the house he could see you, with Aegon. He was trying his best to hold your hair out of your way. He did a decent job at it.
“Thanks Aegon, I’ll handle her further.”
“Alright pretty lady, let’s get your hair out of your face first.” Jace pulled out his emergency hair tie he always had on him and tied your hair in a ponytail.
He hoisted you up and let you lean on him while walking. This time he decided that the walk through the park would be better since it had more lights so you could see where you were going.
You immediately got interested by the violets that were growing there. “Oh my god! So pretty they also smell,” And you threw up again. “Nice.” You finished your sentence.
“Let’s just get you home safely and get you to get it all out of your system love.”
After what felt like the longest fucking walk in history you finally made it home. Jace dropped you off at the bathroom, so he could grab some supplies.
He grabbed water, water and more water. :D
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wordsbyrian · 1 year
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Dislocated - Sophia Smith x Reader
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Summary: R gets injured during the game and handles it poorly. her girlfriend Sophia is not very happy about it.
A/N: requested by an Anon. And as your author I must let you know that dislocating your shoulder is not a pleasant experience.
It’s official, you hate corner kicks.
Not only do they rarely result in a goal but they also force you, a defensive center midfielder, to be in front of the opposition’s goal. Somewhere you have no business being.
And now, they’ve caused you to dislocate your shoulder in the least fun way you can imagine, by banging it straight into the goalpost.
Of course, this isn’t the first time you’ve dislocated your shoulder, more like 5th or 6th time, but it isn’t one of those things that gets less painful the more you do it. It is, however, the first time you’ve done it in the middle of the game which really, really, sucks.
There is nothing worse than having the entirety of Providence Park staring at you while you pull yourself off the ground, one arm hanging limply, and walk to the trainers on the side with less than two minutes remaining in the first half’s injury time.
You spend most of the halftime break in the treatment room getting your shoulder back where it needs to be and the rest convincing Rhian and the medical team that you’re good to play in the second half.
On one hand, your begging works which means you do indeed get to continue playing. On the other, the successful campaign to stay on the field means that the trainers can’t give you anything stronger than the cold spray before sending you back out.
You don’t manage to see your girlfriend Sophia that entire time but the look she gives you when you trot back onto the field with the rest of the team means nothing but trouble for you.
The second half of the game goes fairly smoothly as far as you’re concerned and you guys manage to hold onto the lead to secure the victory. You do find yourself favoring your injured shoulder and you know that it’s fairly obvious to everybody.
When the final whistle sounds and you shake all of your opponents’ hands, you try to join Sophia in interacting with the fans like you normally do but all she says to you is “Go see George,” before walking away.
“Soph, babe,” you say, jogging to catch up.
“I’m serious Y/N, go have George and the rest of the training staff look at your shoulder.”
Her voice is frosty and before you know it she’s walking away from you.
Deciding to just give her the space that she clearly needs, you shake your head and head down the tunnel to the treatment room.
“George,” you call out, opening the door, “What do I have to do for you to tell Sophia I’m fine and to stop worrying.”
To his credit, George, the head trainer, doesn’t even flinch when you barge in like that anymore, he doesn’t even look up from the paperwork he’s filling out.
“Take a shower, come back and let me have another look,” he says.
“Bet.”
Running back to the locker room, you take a quick shower and gather your stuff before heading back to the trainers.
As you sit on the table and watch George poke and prod at your shoulder, you can already tell that while it’s bad, it’s not nearly as bad as it could be.
“Alright, Y/N good news is you likely won’t need surgery but we won’t know until the bruising goes down,” he says, taping your shoulder.
“Bad news is you’re gonna be out and in a sling for a few weeks.”
Groaning you let him finish doing his job before putting on your shirt and the sling and heading off to find your girlfriend.
You don’t spend too much time looking for her, as you come across both her and Crystal waiting by the door that leads to the parking lot.
In what is probably going to go down as the worst decision you’ve made today, you choose not to say anything and instead just use your good hand to reach for your bag that Sophia is holding.
“Uh, no,” Sophia says, taking a step back and away from you, “And while we’re at it give me the car keys.”
“Babe, I can carry my bag, I’ve still got one working arm,” you say, not bothering to fight her on the car keys, placing them in her open palm. But you do reach for your bag again, getting frustrated when she takes another step back. “Seriously Sophia?”
She doesn’t say anything, readjusting the bags on her shoulder and heading out the door and into the parking lot.
Looking at Crystal, you just see her shaking her head and following Sophia out the door, you behind her.
For the most part, the parking lot is empty and you’re glad because, at the very least, you won’t be subject to the embarrassment of having your whole team watch your girlfriend ignore you.
After saying your goodbyes to Crystal and asking her to say ‘wassup’ to Marcel for you, you and Sophia climb into your car and begin your silent ride home.
And it is truly a silent ride as she refuses to speak to you.
Even once you make it back to your apartment, she just goes about getting ready for bed without saying anything to you.
You try to do the same and give her space to cool down but eventually, you have the dilemma of attempting to take off the long sleeve shirt you were dumb enough to put on.
Wandering towards the kitchen you stop in the doorway when you see her filling the dog’s bowls.
“Are you just going to stand there staring or do you need something,” Sophia says, standing up to wash her hands.
You mumble out what you’re trying to tell her, cheeks heating up at the predicament you find yourself in.
She starts to say something but turns around and sees you standing there with half your shirt bunched up around your neck, bad arm held close to your body.
“Oh, baby,” she says, making her way to you, “why didn’t you just say that you need some help?”
Biting your lip, you stay silent allowing her to maneuver your shirt over your head and carefully down your arm. When she lets out a gasp at the sight of your bruises peeking out from under the wrap, you turn your head, face getting inexplicably hotter.
“It looks worse than it is,” you say, still not looking at her.
“You shouldn’t have come back into the game and you know it Y/N/N.”
“I didn’t think it would be bad enough to keep me out for more than a week,” you say in an attempt to explain.
“That doesn’t matter,” she exclaims, tossing your shirt onto the counter. “Do you know how scary it was to watch you run into that post and then walk off without saying anything to anyone, your arm dangling only for you to come back and try to act like nothing happened?”
“I’m sorry,” you say, but she’s on a roll and has taken to pacing while continuing to rant.
“You always do this and it fucking sucks because one day you might get seriously hurt but ignore and where will that leave me?”
“I know and I’m sorry,” you say again.
“Damn right you’re sorry. Wait what?”
“I���m trying to apologize for scaring you and being an inconsiderate idiot, if you’ll let me,” you explain, pulling her into a hug with your good arm. “I’m still not used to having people care about every dumb decision I make and I want to do better in the future because you deserve better than having to put up with my shit.”
She mumbles something into the side of your neck before placing a light kiss there, and you don’t need to hear her to know that you’ve been forgiven.
“Wanna go lay in bed and watch Love Island while I pretend to not pay attention,” you ask when she pulls away.
She doesn’t bother answering you, simply grabbing an ice pack from the freezer and trotting off back to your shared bedroom, so naturally, you follow her.
It takes the two of you a while but eventually, you find a position that’s comfortable enough for the two of you to fall asleep in and you both know that you won’t get through much more than an episode or two.
As the first episode draws to a close, you can’t help but look down at Sophia who is currently doing her best impression of a koala with the way she’s so fully wrapped herself around one side of your body.
“Hey Soph, you know I love you, right?”
“I love you too, even when you’re a jerk,” she says, moving her head slightly to look at you.
You lean over pressing a kiss to her lips, sighing happily when she returns it.
It gets heated pretty quickly but as you begin to run your hand up the inside of her shirt, she pulls away causing you to whine a bit.
“Soph, come back.”
“Nice try, Y/N/N.”
“I’m not trying anything,” you say, not very convincingly considering your hand is still up her shirt.
This of course causes her to shoot you look best described as unimpressed, so you pull your hand out and wrap it back around her shoulders.
“So explain to me again why all these women are fighting over these dudes that are carbon copies of each other?”
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dudadragneel · 5 days
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🖤I was thinking of a lee know/yn fic in which he’s had a lot of work lately and he’s tired and down, so he and yn plan a picnic for the weekend.
it’s all sunny and good weather when the day comes, but inside lee know it’s a whole other story. he wakes up like he didn’t get a single hour of sleep, his stomach is tense and his head hurts. he wakes up earlier than yn so he makes breakfast, but it ends up being a bad idea to eat it and he starts to feel it come right up. it’s random cause he didn’t feel nauseous before, but after the ordeal he definitely is and his stomach isn’t only tense, but also tender now.
when yn wakes up she notices sth wrong but lee know brushes it off as tiredness. she eats her breakfast and they walk to the park with their picnic baskets. good, cause lee know doubted he’d have made it through a car ride.
in the park the sun is bright and it’s hot which messes with lee know quite a bit, but luckily by the time they have to eat a soft breeze has started to blow, calming him down.
they eat their food, but lee know has a hard time and that’s when he may admit he doesn’t feel good, but at this point he’d rather stay in the park, so they do. yn knows that lee know doesn’t like worry, so she doesn’t act too soft about it but obviously cares.
they end up looking at the clouds with lee know laying his head on yn’s legs while she plays with his hair, trying to make loose braids. they unbraid quickly since his hair is short but it’s fine. after a bit he starts feeling better so they film TikToks and decide they want to roll down the hill and see who gets to the bottom faster. childish but fun.
but then everything goes downhill, literally, cause spinning obviously was a bad idea for lee know and now he can really feel his tummy cramping harshly. they go back to their picnic blanket to try to calm him down which doesn’t work, and he starts to feel too hot and suffocated while trying to stop the pain in his stomach, which is making it hard to breathe. it almost makes him tear up cause it’s bad, and when it gets even worse he can’t hold anything back, and I don’t mean only tears…
p.s: I feel like lee know and yn should be kinda similar, so it’d be cool if you could make her have a bit of a teasing and sassy personality like him.
Dear 🖤, I hope you like this one! I tried my best to make them both sassy 😅
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A DATE GONE DOWNHILL
Dating an idol wasn't an easy task, first, you needed to mind where you would have your dates so there were no fans or paparazzi around. Second, his hectic schedule made it harder to have actual dates, like dinner, going to the beach, etc, so usually you would meet him at the dorms or your house. And you two had agreed that he'd sleep there whenever he felt like it since being away from the mess and chaos of the dorm could help him relax a bit.
Preparing for a comeback, his last few weeks were totally packed with schedules, he barely rested or ate. He would call you every day to talk about his day and you would listen to every single word he said and you noticed he was sounding more and more tired as the days went by.
When he got a little break, he was exhausted and feeling down, mostly because he couldn't see you and also due to the stress of not getting everything the way he wanted to. He wanted perfection, but that is a hard thing to accomplish.
You couldn't just sit still and watch him like that, he needed a breather so he could relax a bit and replenish his energy for the next round of schedules.
You thought of a picnic and he agreed with the idea. He went to your house so he could get a good night's sleep before the date, he was tired but he wanted to have fun with you.
Morning rose, the day was beautiful and sunny and you were super excited for the date, it was a real one after so many weeks.
However, things weren't looking good for Lee Know, and from the moment he got up, he knew the day would be a tough one. Even after sleeping for 7h to 8h hours straight, he woke completely drained, like didn't sleep at all. He sat on the edge of the bed and assessed his situation, he was tired, his head was hurting and his stomach was acting up.
He liked cooking, especially for you so he went to the kitchen to make breakfast, despite wanting to stay in bed a little longer with hopes that he would feel better.
He made your breakfast, set it on the table, and then made his. He just leaned against the counter and started munching on the light breakfast he made for himself. But after a couple of bites, he started to chew on it and couldn't quite swallow it. He kept on chewing until it turned into mush and forced it down, and it felt gross. He didn't know why that was happening but he soon found out because as soon as he swallowed, he felt it coming back up.
He turned to the sink, opened his mouth, and let out what seemed to be the last bite he had, he quickly turned on the water to wash away that disgusting thing. He was as surprised as he could get because he wasn't feeling nauseous, he thought what he felt when he got up was hunger but now he understood it wasn't. And as if couldn't get worse, he now could say with 100% certainty that he was feeling nauseous and his headache wasn't exactly helping either.
He held himself against the counter, rinsed his mouth, and then took deep breaths to try to calm down. Thankfully he managed to calm down but now his stomach was definitely feeling weird, he had this thought deep in his mind that his stomach would not be accepting food any time soon. Great, what a way to start the day.
After a couple of minutes, you woke up and made your way to the kitchen and saw the image of this handsome boy wearing shorts and a plain white shirt, simple, but the light of the early morning sun shining through the window made him look ethereal.
You walked towards him, wrapping your hands around his waist and kissing him.
- Good morning, Babe.
- Good morning.
He said kissing you as well. When you pulled away from the hug, you immediately noticed his expression wasn't looking too good.
- Are you okay?
You said, looking him in the eyes.
- Yeah. I'm just tired.
- Couldn't sleep well?
- I did but the week's been pretty packed so I'm still tired.
Lies. But he hoped you'd buy that excuse, the last thing he wanted was to worry you and ruin this so-anticipated date.
- Okay then.
- I made you breakfast.
He said, still holding your waist and pointing towards the meal set on the table.
- Thank you, sweetie.
You sat down and started eating your breakfast, Minho sitting in front of you, just admiring and patiently waiting for you to finish.
Once you were done, both of you changed into light comfortable summer clothes and finished setting everything inside the picnic basket.
The park you chose was not too far from your house so you decided to walk there and enjoy the scenery together.
Minho was grateful for your choice because even though he was feeling a little bit better he knew a car ride would have the worst outcome.
The walk to the park consisted of both of you complaining about how hot it was and how it felt like it was burning you alive.
Finally arriving, you two found a nice spot next to the lake and underneath a big tree, which meant you'd have a nice shade for your picnic.
Since you just had breakfast, none of you wanted to eat just yet, and Minho preferred not to eat all. He was feeling better when they left the house, but the walk under the sun and just how hot the park was, had messed with him. His head was hurting and honestly starting to throb, he was feeling a bit lightheaded, and his stomach was acting up.
Shit. Will the date really go wrong? He thought to himself, but he still didn't want to tell you about it, even though you had already picked up.
- While the sun melts us off our bones... Let's chat for a bit.
He said with a tone of sarcasm and a smile that just made you laugh. The way he managed to say such things and then put on a soft, but also almost menacing smile after was amazing.
- Why are you laughing? Am I funny?
- No. It's just the way you said it
- Oh, so I'm not funny? Okay, I'll remember this.
- Oh stop, Babe!
You said laughing and shoving him, earning a cute laugh.
You two talked, while the sun did indeed melt you, but you two made an effort to not talk about work or it would stress both of you, and your goal was to help Lee Know to get his mind off work.
You really wanted to enjoy the picnic, but it was scorching hot, not even the shade was doing much. The extremely high temperature was still doing its number on Minho, his head was throbbing and the sunlight wasn't exactly helping, he was starting to feel nauseous and worried if he'd manage to eat something or even just enjoy the date. When a sharp pain stung his head, he flinched a little and it caught your attention.
- Honey, what is it?
- Nothing, just looked at the sun and my eyes hurt.
- You didn't bring any sunglasses, did you?
- No.
- Here, put these on, and see if they'll help.
- Thanks.
It did help a bit, but everything else was still annoying him, yet he was in his decision to not tell you anything.
After a few more minutes of chatting, it was about lunchtime, so you started to organize the food you had brought.
Fortunately, the sun was hidden by some clouds and a light breeze cooled both of you down and relaxed Minho, who was tense at the thought of having to eat.
- Let's eat!
He had helped you prepare everything the night before, and both of you were good cooks, so it was safe to say the food was delicious. You were really excited to try everything, now Lee knows, not so much. Just the sight of everything and all the smells mixing together circling around him because of the breeze was making him start to feel sick again. He took a deep breath in and grabbed something to eat.
While you were enjoying and savoring every bite of everything, Minho was having a hard time swallowing the tiny bites he was trying to eat. He'd take a bite and chew until it turned into a tasteless paste, which made it even harder to swallow, he almost gagged a few times.
Surprisingly, he managed to eat a few things but they didn't taste as good as he'd wished, the same process of chewing it and trying to swallow repeated, and then his stomach sent him a warning, telling him that was enough food.
He was almost regretting eating at all when his stomach started to feel really full and off, the food obviously not sitting well. The feeling was so annoying he couldn't quite hide it anymore.
- Honey...
He said quietly, fidgeting with his fingers while looking at you, who was still enjoying your meal.
- What is it? Are you done eating?
You asked with a certain tone of surprise, noticing he didn't do as much as he usually did.
- Yes...I don't feel good...
- What is it?
- My stomach...
- Do you wanna go home?
- Not really, between staying at home and here. I'd rather stay, it's cooler here.
- Alright.
He took a few sips of water and hoped it wouldn't mess with his already sensitive stomach and it didn't, thankfully.
Since the sun was still hidden, you two decided to watch the clouds and just try to get rid of all the stress you'd been feeling.
He lay down on your lap and you lower yourself to kiss him, making his heart skip a beat.
- I like that.
He said with a beautiful smile, extending his hand to touch your cheek and tuck your hair behind your ear.
- I love you.
- I love you too, honey.
You reaffirmed, mimicking the gentle gesture. He closed his eyes and focused on the breeze and your presence, trying to relax every fiber in his body and enjoy the moment.
- Babe?
- Hm?
- Can I braid your hair?
- Only if you make me look pretty.
- Don't you trust my skills?
- Your hair styling skills? Nope.
- Minho!
- I'm joking.
He laughed. You proceeded to make tiny braids in his silky hair but they'd get undone as you went on, but he seemed to be enjoying it so you didn't mind.
Your touch and the light breeze that was still around, helped him feel a bit better, not 100% but enough to enjoy the date a bit more.
- Babe, do you wanna film some TikToks?
- Why? As long as it's not a challenge...
Since TikTok got famous, it became a trend to do challenges of every music that came out, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit tired of it.
- It's not. I just wanted to film this moment. We don't get to go on many dates like this, so I wanna make memories and cherish them.
He smiled at you and got up, and then you set the phone so it would record. He stood out his hand and asked:
- Will you grant me this dance?
- Of course.
You said blushing and taking his hand, he pulled you closer to him and kissed you before starting the dance.
You two were so lovey-dovey, that if it were any of the other members with their s/o, Minho would be teasing them non-stop.
When you decided to do other dances and asked him to teach you some moves, he started teasing you, but you wouldn't let it slide.
- Woah, since when you were so bad at dancing?
- What? I'm bad at dancing? Are you sure you're not a bad teacher?
- I'm the best teacher out there, you're just not a good student.
- Of course, I am! Get off your high horse, Mr Lee Minho. I actually learned some of your choreographies by myself, and they were perfect. Admit it, you're not a good teacher.
You said crossing your arms and smiling menacingly at him.
- Alright, touché.
You recorded a few more videos, dancing together and just laughing and enjoying every single second, and then you had an idea.
- Say, why don't we roll downhill, and the last to get to the bottom pays for dinner?
- Deal.
Minho had no idea why he agreed so quickly, knowing that doing that would probably be the last straw, and boy, it was.
You were enjoying this date like a kid and Lee Know wish he could say the same, it was painful to see you so happy while he couldn't share that with you.
- Ready?
- Ready.
- 1, 2, 3 go!
You started the race and as Lee Know was going down, everything inside his stomach was rolling around as well, it was revolted and angry at him, to say the least.
You got to the bottom faster than him and started to celebrate, but then you noticed that something was definitely wrong, Minho wasn't just tired.
When he reached the bottom, he immediately got up so he was kneeling on the grass. He grabbed his middle with one hand while the other helped keep his body steady, his stomach was cramping really badly and its contents were still swirling around.
- Honey? Are you okay?
- No...my stomach is killing me.
- Let's go back up, come on.
- Can you help me?
- Yes.
You went to his side, put one of his arms on your shoulder, and wrapped yours around his waist helping him up and guiding him up. The pain was bad enough for him to walk up while hunched over, arm still holding his stomach.
- Here we are.
You gently helped him sit down and grabbed a water bottle, handing it to him.
- Try to drink slowly.
He tried taking small sips but it wasn't working, his stomach was cramping without giving him any break. And to add to his misery, the sun was out again and it seemed like it was hotter than before.
- It's too hot...
He complained, fanning his shirt, suddenly his clothes felt tighter against his skin, like it was trying to suffocate him. The air around him felt hot and he couldn't breathe properly, so his breathing was erratic and he was almost hyperventilating.
- Honey, I need you to breathe with me.
You were now getting worried about him having heat exhaustion.
- Honey, you have a tank top underneath, right?
- Y-yes-.
He said weakly, trying to regulate his breathing. You knew he wasn't comfortable with being shirtless, especially in public, as you found out early in your relationship, that he only felt comfortable enough with you or the members.
- Then take off your shirt, it'll help you feel less hot.
He took it off and you placed a cool ice pack you had brought, on his nape. But the discomfort was too much, it wasn't only the nausea or the heat but also the pain in his stomach and the fact that he was ruining the date you were so excited about. It was getting so unbearable he started crying silently.
- Minho? What's wrong?
But he didn't answer, he was too focused on breathing through the nausea and the pain, you noticed his distress and grabbed his hand, trying to ground him.
- I'm right here Babe.
He squeezed it so tightly it almost hurt you, but you didn't mind, as long as it could help, even if just a little bit.
But his stomach decided it had enough, it started cramping even worse as if punishing him for stupidly agreeing with rolling down a hill.
When got really quiet, focusing his gaze on the ground, not moving a muscle.
- Minho?
You barely had the chance to ask anything before he gagged one time and turned around so he wouldn't soil the blanket. He coughed up a thick stream of partially digested food and you could see pieces of the lunch he just had.
You placed your hand on his back and started rubbing it up and down, while still holding his hand. He had his eyes squeezed and a painful expression on his face, as another bout of vomit gushed out immediately followed by another that left him out of air.
- That's it, Babe. Just get everything that's bothering you, out.
His stomach cramped again, making him lurch forward, arching his back painfully forcing out another wave of putrid vomit.
He was feeling so embarrassed that you had to see him like this. The fact that he was the second oldest in the group made him build a wall around him, a wall that only you and Chan could walk through.
For a moment his stomach gave him a break, allowing him to breathe and only making him spit out thick saliva from time to time.
Thank God there weren't that many people in the park, you knew he'd be feeling 10x worse if there were people looking at him.
- Here honey, rinse your mouth.
He rinsed his mouth and then took very small sips, afraid that whatever made its way in would immediately make its way out. You wiped his mouth, and his forehead which was dumped with sweat, and helped him sit back for a while and see if the nausea would ease a bit.
- There we go.
- I'm sorry...
- You don't need to apologize honey.
- But I ruined our date and you were so excited about it.
- You didn't ruin anything. We had fun, didn't we?
- Yes but look at the mess I made.
- Honey, I knew you looked off this morning but I didn't say anything out of respect for you. I know you don't like us getting worried about you, so I decided to just wait for you.
- I appreciate it.
- Say, why don't we go home so you can take a shower and rest? It's getting too hot in here and it won't help you.
- Yes, please.
- Alright. Just let me get this organized first.
You packed everything inside the basket and then walked up to Minho.
- Honey, can you stand? Or are you feeling dizzy?
- A bit dizzy...
The heat along with the ordeal of throwing up everything he'd eaten made him feel weak, he just wanted to go home but he was afraid of collapsing and worrying you even more.
- Just...give me a minute...
- Of course.
You sat down beside him, placing the ice pack on his neck again.
- Take deep breaths, babe.
You said as your other hand rested on his chest, trying to provide him as much comfort as you could.
He grabbed your hand and tried breathing along with you. After a few minutes, he felt well enough to try to walk home.
You helped him up and wrapped your arms around him.
- I'm sorry...
- Minho, stop apologizing, please. Let me know if you feel faint or if you wanna throw up again, ok?
- Yeah.
He was completely exhausted, all his energy had been drained from his body and he was still feeling too hot, it was still difficult to breathe properly. He was a professional dancer, he was an idol, he had to dance and sing at the same time and yet, today, this short walk home was making him insanely tired.
His vision was swaying and his stomach was acting up again, the last thing he needed was to vomit in the middle of the street but his body didn't give him much of a choice.
- Honey...I'm gonna be sick
- There's a bench over there, come on.
You guided him to the bench and gave him a plastic bag that was inside the basket. He grabbed the edges and burped a few times before vomiting what felt like his guts, the sound of it hitting the plastic made you grimace a little.
He didn't take a breather before retching again, bringing stomach acid and water.
- Babe, I don't think you have anything left to vomit.
You took the plastic bag and disposed of it, then you gave Minho some water to rinse his mouth again.
You helped him up again and the rest of the walk back home didn't have any more accidents.
Getting home, he went straight to the shower, wanting to get rid of the disgust he was feeling from throwing up.
When he walked out, face a little red because of the sun, you had already gotten the bed ready so he could properly.
He lay down next to you embracing you, eyes still watery and extremely vulnerable, which was a side of him everyone rarely witnessed.
You embraced him back, placed a kiss on the top of his head and didn't say a word, respecting him. Just holding him, and rubbing his back as he cried, you didn't need to say anything, you just needed to be there and you were.
Minho could be mistaken for a cold person, but deep inside he was a warm person who cared for everyone before himself. He could be the second oldest, but he was Chan's precious dongsaeng and your most cherished soulmate.
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ser-rctslcyer · 1 year
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I Need Your Voice || Jake Lockely
Pairing: Jake Lockey x Gender-neutral! Reader
Word Count: 841
Synopsis: Day 8 + Voice Kink + Creampie
Warnings: NSFW, Voice Kink, Teasing, Orgasm Delay, Creampie
A/N:  These are 18+ works, so no minors(you will be blocked)!! Also if you have a blank blog or no age/age range listed I will also block!!!
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Groups of friends and different families' laughs and cheers echo into the night; softly heard from the secluded place Jake had parked. 
Not too far from the streets but just enough to be hidden in the shadows of the buildings; undisturbed. The seats squeaked quietly with each roll of your hips; your soft moans sounded nearly like shouts with how quiet it was. He had promised you a fun night out, which it was; filled with nothing but joyous laughter and the feelings of a warm heart, you couldn’t say you hadn’t been enjoying yourself. It wasn’t until the two of you were heading to the car, you started getting a little handsy; which you should’ve known better.
Cause nobody plays with fire better than Jake. 
His kisses melted you to the core, making your stomach knot endlessly and your heart pound rapidly. His hands smoothed over your sides, fueling that growing desire he fed to you with his tongue. Wet kisses placed all over your chin and neck, followed by a little pinch of his teeth. His warm breath fanned over your face as he pressed you up against the car, hungrily devouring your lips before all he said was to get in. 
You had thought the plan was to go back to the flat but he seemed to be driving further away. When you asked, he only chuckled softly saying you deserved a better view than just the dusty ol’ ceiling for tonight. You shut your mouth again, hoping it would stop any more seductive words leave his lips until you got to your destination. When the smell of saltwater hits your nose, you smile madly towards him as he finds a spot from all other beach goes, looking over the dark wonderful sea.
It’s a race to the back seat, one where he wins and is shutting your door as he kisses you fervently. He strips you bare quickly, touching and kneading you in all your sensitive spots. Your head spins with how warm and nice his hands feel against your skin. You’re barely able to get his tie off before his fingers enter you and you’re shaking in his grasp. Neither of you waste any time slipping him inside of you which led to where you are now– bouncing desperately on his cock eager for any sort of release. 
Your legs were beginning to ache as your desire for an orgasm grew but you couldn’t reach it. His hands were firmly holding your hips, keeping you steady enough you could keep a decent pace even though he wouldn’t let you come. He swatted your hand away again and again whenever you tried to please yourself and finally you caught a glimpse of his steely gaze in the rearview mirror, you know what he wants. 
“Please Jake,” you pleaded, rocking your hips faster; trying to tempt him to give you what you want but he doesn’t. 
“Please, please, please,” you chanted; you need him– you needed to hear him.
“I need your voice,” you beg, your final plea to him; and it works. His hand snakes up to your neck, coaxing your head back. It feels like he’s slipped deeper inside of you and you can’t help but squirm as pitched noises leave you. 
“Shh sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he whispered lowly, sending shivers down your spine; you moan.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Then be good for me and come.” the command shoots your thighs together and you cry out his name. He moves your hips, grinding you further on his cock, fucking you through your orgasm. 
“That’s it mi amor, let me fill you up,” he groans against your neck, and you whine letting yourself fall completely flat against him. You swear up and down you can feel him in your stomach, filling you up to the brim; the mess inside of you is already too intoxicating. He doesn’t give you a chance to breathe before he lifts you off his cock, laying you down on the seats as he settles back between your thighs– pushing some of his cum back in as he slides back into you. 
“Jake–” 
“Let me take care of you,” his words hit you straight in your gut and another half-broken moan left your lips. 
“Let me show you just how good I can make you feel,” he finishes with a sloppy kiss pressed to your lips; one filled with so much hunger you feared you wouldn’t last with all he had planned for you. He peeled open the rest of his button-up, placing your hand on his chest to feel his skin– his heart pounding nearly as hard as yours. You look at him in delightful fear, as he secures your legs around his waist; leaning forward to a quick kiss, lips trailing toward your ear as he whispers:
“Don’t worry, I won’t keep my mouth shut.” you blink a few times, registering the words he said as he pulls back so you can see his lopsided grin.
And he winks. 
“Fuck.”
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nogitsunbae · 1 year
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At first, Eddie is not a fan of the Camaro.
Yeah it’s… cool, he guesses, but also obnoxious as fuck, and impractical. He gives Billy shit about it constantly, refuses to ride in it. Doesn’t want to look like a douche.
They’re all sitting at Scoops, Steve off duty and still serving up his boys some ice cream because while he’s been in this ice box working all day, Billy’s been in the sun at the pool and Eddie’s been at the shop working on cars with just a fan to give him some relief from the heat.
As usual, Billy and Eddie are somewhat arguing over something that doesn’t really mean anything. They just like to pick at each other. Steve rolls his eyes, picks up his keys, gives them both a quick kiss on the cheek and tells them he’ll see them at home.
Which.
Would be fine, normal, but Eddie’s van is in the shop, and Wayne is at work.
“Wait, Steve, I need a ride—“
“Too late. Bye, dear,” Steve says, a knowing smirk on his face. He walks out the back, laughing to himself.
“Fuck,” Eddie mutters.
Billy just sits, staring at the cherry dangling from his fingers, smiling. “Looks like someone needs a ride.”
“I’m not getting in that monster.”
“I can’t believe you’re scared of a car.”
“It’s not a car! It’s a beast!”
Billy laughs, stands up, poops the cherry into his mouth.
“Well unless you want to walk back to the apartment I suggest you suck it up, buttercup.”
And that’s how Eddie finds himself standing outside the passenger side of the Camaro. Watching as Billy opens the door and slides in.
“Why is it so low to the ground,” he whines.
“Jesus, Munson, just get in.”
And Eddie knows he’s being dramatic, okay, drama is practically his middle name. But he throws his hands into the air and makes a big show of opening the door and practically falling into the seat.
“This is not a car.”
“And you’re not a real Dungeon Master.”
“Hey!”
The words die from his lips the second Billy turns the ignition over, the engine roaring to life, Slayer blasting from the radio.
“Ready for a ride, Eddie Boy?”
Eddie’s eyes are wide, he looks over at Billy, who’s tongue is between his teeth, has a wolf like grin on his face. He revs the engine, eyebrows raising as Eddie lets out a short breath.
“That’s what I thought.”
And suddenly he’s shifting it into drive, roaring out of the parking lot, and Eddie can’t help but to watch his hands on the wheel and the gear shift. Feels the rumble of the car where he’s sat in his seat, sees the trees zooming past as they hit 50… 60… 70… 80… Billy’s hand on the wheel never wavering, his eyes focused, still smirking cause he knows Eddie is watching him.
It shouldn’t be hot. It really shouldn’t.
But watching Billy tame this monster of a car and drive it like he was born to do it just… does something to Eddie. The adrenaline of going fast, Slayer in his ears along with the engine, Billy laughing as they take a curve too fast.
Fuck.
“Stop the car.”
“Sorry, baby, couldn’t hear you.”
“Stop the goddamn car!”
He expects Billy to slam on the brakes, to give him whiplash, instead Billy looks over at him, slows the car down to a stop. Cuts the engine and kills the lights.
“You good?”
He looks genuinely concerned. Maybe Eddie really was scared of the car and he pushed too far— but then Eddie is crawling over the console and into Billy’s lap and kissing him sloppy and grabbing onto his shoulders, his chest, his hair.
“I’m never riding with Steve again.”
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lafrexniere · 7 months
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To The House
Summer in Michigan Series
Warnings: Swearing
“Y/N,” you heard a whisper in your ear as your eyes slowly fluttered open. You realized where you were, still on the couch with your head resting on a familiar shoulder. You panicked because falling asleep on his shoulder was not any of your intentions on this trip, even if it was very comfortable. You sat up instantly as you looked up to see Jack. 
“Oh my gosh I am so sorry,” you began to say before he shushed you because there was also a head against your elbow. You looked down to see a sleeping Trevor on your arm and a sleeping Cole on Jack’s other shoulder. You both laughed quietly looking at your surroundings. Your brother and Trevor looked so peaceful. 
“Look’s like we are stuck here Y/N,” Jack smiled. 
“I guess so,” you shrugged. 
“Was I comfortable to sleep on?” Jack laughed.
“Ask the crick in my neck,” you grinned. 
“Extra peanut butter,” was mumbled into your elbow, by a sleeping Trevor causing a laughing fit from both of you. 
“What was that about?” you said.
“I don’t know but, do you know what time it is?” he asked you. 
“Nine thirty-five why?” you say checking your phone. 
“Oh shit, we are supposed to meet Alex at ten, fuck we gotta go,” Jack said bolting off the couch.  You poked the boy on your arm as Cole woke up after his temporary pillow was gone. 
“What the hell,” your brother said in a groggy state. 
“Get up we are gonna be late,” you shouted as you continued to try and wake Trevor. You stood up and shook him forcing him awake, he batted your hands away,
“Just five more minutes,” he groaned. 
“We have to leave in five minutes dumbass, now get up,” you shoved him once again. 
“What, why did no one tell me,” he said snapping awake. 
“Because we just- ugh never mind just get dressed,” you instructed then ran up to the guest room to get ready. You quickly threw on a new set of clothes and ran to the bathroom which was occupied. 
“Open up, I need to brush my teeth,” you pounded on the door. The door opened to Jack and Cole brushing their teeth Trevor followed in quickly behind you. You threw your hair up in a messy bun then got your face ready and brushed your teeth. 
The four of you barely made it out the door but somehow were only late by one minute. 
You hopped in your jeep, expecting to be alone to process your morning, but were mistaken when Trevor opened the passenger’s side. 
“Want some company?”
“Actually, I was hoping to destress this car ride,” you said awkwardly.
“Come on, I have the address for the house, I’ll be your navigator,” he smiled. 
“Okay fine, get in, but my car means my music,” you stated. He sat down and shut the door behind him as you messed with the music finding what you wanted and your journey began. You tapped on your steering wheel as Trevor started giving you directions. 
“Are you singing along?” you said laughing as you heard another voice singing.
“No, no I’m not,” Trevor lied. You two continued your car ride and still continued to hear Trevor’s singing. 
“You are singing,” you exclaimed. 
“Alright, alright, I’m singing,” he rolled his eyes. The two of you continued your carpool karaoke of pop songs and other music, laughing and somehow managing to get lost after Trevor forgot to tell you to turn. After an extra couple of minutes in the car, you finally made it to the house. You saw Jack and Cole standing outside with arms crossed looking impatient. 
“We’re in trouble,” you laughed. 
“They can’t do anything to us,” Trevor answered. You parked the car and grabbed your things out of the back.
“What took you so long,” Jack said sternly. 
“Trevor got us lost,” you said.
“Understandable, let me grab that, our stuff is inside already,” he smiled.
“Oh thanks,” you shut the back of your car and followed him inside. You were so excited once you got inside to be greeted by a familiar brunette. 
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graysnetwork · 1 year
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Can I request a hc of Ghost treating you like a queen, like deeply in love would do anything for you.
This is so adorable omg Ty for the request!!
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This man would move mountains for you
He would literally do anything for you like anything.
He loves you so much, and your the only thing that can have control over him
You’re like the main reason he’s stayed in the military, bc he can’t stand the thought of you living in a world where there’s so much chaos
Your the light of his life, he definitely doesn’t think he deserves you, so you reassure him everyday why you love him
He will go out to the store for you at 3am to go buy you whatever (it does not matter what time it is he’ll still do it)
When your on your period he makes sure you as comfortable as can be, cause that first day is rougher than the other days
But he will get you everything, like chocolates, chips, cookies, ECT.
and if you were to stain the sheets, don’t worry cause he will get it washed as soon as possible
Anyways
He will fix your car for you, he will wash it, as long as you are happy
He will cook your food, and if you prefer to make food, he’ll take the job of cleaning all the dishes
He’d take care of you when your sick and get you everything you need
And if your exhausted from work but the house isn’t look all to great, he will purposefully give you a long kiss before flopping you on your guy’s shared bed so you can sleep and he can clean.
It also doesn’t matter how long you two have been together he takes you on the most romantic dates ever
It was also a very well thought out way of how he wanted to propose to you
He knew he wanted to marry You. I mean no one else would ever get his heart to skip a beat when they kissed him, and no one else would make him get to work late just because they wanted 5 more minutes of cuddling
But he didn’t know if you wanted to marry him so he asked you several times
“Would you ever marry me?” “Yes Simon, my answers not going to change anytime soon”
So he planned out the proposal very well
He took you out dinner for a date, and then you guys took a nice walk in a secluded park and popped the question while he got on one knee
I’m gonna leave it like that
Cliffhanger 🤫 aka you decide what happens next
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springdandelixn · 1 year
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Against the Tide  - Part I
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Summary: Your life takes an unexpected turn as the leader of the biker gang that took over your town sets his eyes on you.
Warnings: unwanted touching, power imbalance, abusive undertones, more to be added as the series progresses.
Characters: Dark!Biker!James Conrad x F!Reader, Michael from Legion and Billy Lee from Bad Times at the El Royale (biker au)
A/N: I have taken a dive into newer territory and it’s such a thrilling experience. It’s a first I’m writing for James Conrad so please be gentle. I do dedicate this piece to one of my babies, @michelleleewise​ 💙 Belated Happy Birthday, dear. Also a belated happy birthday to @coldnique​!!
As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙
Against the Tide Masterlist
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You turn your head to face the back of the bar when you hear the commotion coming from the kitchen, the din of Melody’s angry voice mixing in with the clack of the pool balls from the other side of the bar and the music playing from the speakers. Luis, the new hire, must have messed up another customer’s order, probably burning the burger patties like he did last night. 
You feel your phone buzz from your back pocket and pull off the simple black apron tied around your waist. Turning off your alarm, you peek from the kitchen window and tap your hand against the metal surface, a chuckle leaving your lips as you see Melody’s fuming face. 
“What?!” She snarls and you only roll your eyes playfully at her rage.
“I’m taking my break.” You tell her, holding out your hand after. “Cigs.” 
She pulls a pack from the back of her pocket and slaps it on your hand, giving her a playful wave with your fingers before looking at Luis and laughing at the way he frowns when Melody goes back to scolding him. 
The summer night breeze is a welcome sensation when you step out of the bar and walk over to the side of the building where the cars and motorcycles of the patrons are parked. Tapping the pack against your palm you take the nicotine stick that slides free and tuck it between your lips. 
Shaking the lighter, you flick your thumb against the small metal gear, watching the flame come to life and lighting the tip of the cigarette. You take a long drag, watching the embers eat at the roll of tobacco before huffing the smoke up into the air. A small sigh leaves your lips as you can’t help but contemplate what your life has become while watching the smoke form clouds around the full moon that shines in contrast to the dark sky. 
All your life you’ve only been in Westmoor, never once venturing away from the small town, even if it’s just to visit the next one over. You once had plans of leaving the place you call home when you were a teenager, to abandon the miserable and abusive life you’ve come to know since you were born—your alcoholic father seeing you as a burden and your mother too afraid to fight back once he cracks his hand against your cheek. 
You were free once your mother died from illness, running away from home and finding solace at Ol’ Sammy’s place. The old man treated you like you were his own, his wife, Eleanor, showering you with the love and affection you’ve never known. They’d even ward off your deadbeat father when he would storm up to their porch, demanding money you owed him for raising you. 
You felt like you had a family in their presence but even so, your desire to leave just drew stronger. For there was truly nothing but hardship in this town. Yet no matter how hard you tried, saving every penny you can from years of working at Nick’s, leaving just seemed impossible. 
Especially now with the gang of bikers that have seemingly taken over just about a year ago. Coming into town and claiming it as their own, with every resident scared for their lives as they shamelessly flaunt their power. They made it their job to make their presence known, terrorizing businesses and taking money for protection that isn’t needed. For no one comes to Westmoor to cause havoc, the only visitors being passersby and hunters during the fall. 
The roar of a motorcycle pulls you from your thoughts and you stand rigid against the wall when you see the gang parking their bikes in front of you. You feel a chill run up your spine at their sudden appearance. It’s Wednesday and you know they’re not supposed to be here, Nick telling everyone at the bar when they’re scheduled to collect.
“Hey there, sugar,” Billy calls as soon as their engines die, the burly man getting off his bike and casually striding over to where you stand. 
You do your best to keep your guard up, you know better than to face them alone. Rolling your eyes at Billy’s greeting, you drop your cigarette to the ground and stomp your foot on it to kill the embers before walking away. But a yelp of surprise leaves your lips when your pulled back, the air punching out of your lungs when your back hits the wall, eyes growing wide as Billy presses his hand against the concrete surface, trapping you. 
“Leaving so soon?” He teases, the hair sitting over his lip moving in waves as he juts out his lips. “We just got here.” 
“I’m done my break.” You say in annoyance, pressing your fists against his chest, trying to push him away. “Melody will be furious if I’m late.”
“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you taking a couple more minutes if she knew you were with me.” His breath already reeks of alcohol, making your stomach turn as he leans closer to your face.
“That’s enough, Billy.” 
Your spine tingles in fear when you hear James’ voice, Billy giving you another smirk, turning your head away when his fingers rub against your cheek when he pulls away from the wall.
Out of all the bikers, James is the one people fear the most. His calm demeanor is nothing but a front to his hidden rage. You’ve witnessed first hand when Richard, one of the bar patrons, beat him in a game of pool, the man never coming back to Nick’s after he was bedridden for almost a month. 
He’s stopped drinking, his wife, Ingrid, said when you went over to their place to drop off a pie Eleanor made. But the brace around his neck and the bruises you saw decorating his face when Ingrid opened the door a little too wide said otherwise.
“You got a light?” James asks as he stands in front of you. You reach into your pocket and hold out the lighter, keeping your expression stoic when he cups your hand with both his, flicking the flame to life before lighting his nicotine stick. 
You pull your hand back when he finishes, tucking the lighter back in your pocket and standing still as he takes a drag and huffs out the smoke, his blue eyes never leaving you. 
“What are you doing out here all alone, dove?” He asks, his gaze lingering down your body before he meets your eyes again. 
“I was on break.” You respond in a monotone voice. “Was just about to head back.”
“Is Nick in?”
“He called out. Said his wife is sick.” 
“Is that so?” He chuckles, taking another puff of the cigarette, cringing when he blows the smoke at your chest. “I guess we came here for nothing, boys. Unless you can make it worth my while?” He asks and you quickly slip away when he leans in closer, your heart pounding hard against your chest when he grabs you all of a sudden. “And who gave you permission to leave?” You shiver at his tone, hushed yet menacing.
“I have to go back to work.” You reason, wincing as he tightens his hold on your wrist when you try to pull away. “You guys come in and have a drink, so your trip isn’t wasted.” You say in a rush, your voice shaking as you speak. “On the house, as much as you want. I’m sure Nick won’t mind.” 
“C’mon, boss.” Billy interjects, his voice sounding like an excited little kid about to get a ice cream from the shop. “I also want to challenge Mikey to a game of pool.” 
A grunt echoes at the side and you see James’ right hand man, Michael, standing and watching you impassively at the side. His tattoo-covered arms are crossed over his chest, his finger leisurely rubbing the base of the gun that hangs on his holster as if waiting for the opportunity to use it.
“Very well.” James groans and drops the half finished cigarette on the ground, releasing your hand all the same. “But you’ll be the one to serve us. No one else. Understood?” He demands. 
You nod and quickly scurry away from him, your annoyance instantly flaring when Billy slaps his hand against your ass when you pass him. 
The stuffy atmosphere is a welcome distraction as you walk back into the building. Melody stands behind the bar, the anger from earlier replaced with a smile. But as soon as she sees you, her lips slant and you know that she knows something isn’t right. 
“What’s wrong?” She asks.
“Conrad and his minions are here.” You quickly tell Melody as you make your way at the back of the bar, the smile on her face quickly fading at your announcement. 
“What are they doing here?” She whispers, turning her back when the boys enter the bar, helping you grab their drinks from the fridge. 
“They’re looking for Nick.”
“Did you tell them he isn’t here?” 
“I did but they won’t leave me alone.” You bite back, popping the caps of the bottles before setting them atop a round tray. “I told them they can have drinks, on the house.”
“What?! Are you stupid? Nick will be—”
“He’ll be happy that we kept them happy. You know how Conrad is.” You hiss, taking the tray. “And the last thing we need is for him to burn down the bar.”
“Fine.” She says in defeat. “I’ll try to call Nick, maybe he can make them go away.” 
You don’t say anything. You already know as well as she and the whole town of Westmoor that it’s impossible to get rid of James and his men. 
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satrs · 11 months
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Can’t feel my face - bllk x fem!Reader N°3
"ARE YOU FREE TONIGHT?",
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Shidou asked the woman on the other side of the phone, earning an unsure hum from her. "I don't know. I'm not really in the mood to stitch anyone up tonight", she stated, a soft laugh erupting from the man on the other end. "No, no. I clearly won't fight tonight. But I'm feeling better than yesterday. I went to the doc' and he said the wound was stitched up well. Thanks for that, Angel." She told him that it was no big deal, even though it kind of was.
"Sooo, I thought as a 'Thank you' I invite you to a 'kinda-date'. Whatcha think?" Y/N's face shifted into a grimace, not understanding what he meant by 'kinda-date'. "I mean, we go back to blue lock together, since I got some shit to deal with, but we could still have some fun, you know?", he explained, her now understanding what he was getting at. "Blue lock? Is that the name of the underground boxing stuff?", she questioned, Shidou giving her a 'yes' as an answer.
But was it really alright to go with that man? Half of her says no, since she just meet him recently, but the other half want to. Because if she was being honest, when was the last time she really enjoyed herself or had fun?  But going without Sae? He wouldn't be happy to hear that.
But why does she care about his opinion so much? It's not like he is her parent. She is a grown woman and can do whatever the hell she wants.
So, she decided to tag along with him. They agreed to meet at her place, since Shidou already knew where it was, he told her he would pick her up the same day at 11 o'clock.
20 minutes before 11, Shidou already waited in front of Y/N's apartment complex, leaning against his expensive Mercedes-Benz car, impatiently waiting for her to come out of her apartment. HE knew that he was there a bit too early, but he couldn't help himself. The man looked forward to seeing her again the entire day, longing to examine her features. Her beautiful plump lips, that tempted him to attack them with his own, while caressing her flawless body. His fingertips tingled, craving to trace over every single imperfect perfection of her body.
"Hey", he snapped out of his thoughts, eyes shooting up to look for the source of the voice, getting met with the young woman herself. Jumping out of joy in his head, he grinned at her, greeting her back and inspecting her beauty.
She looked lovely. Her hair looking flawless, and her outfit causing him to stare longer than he intended to. To stop himself to not look like a creep, he assisted her into the passenger seat before getting into the driver's seat himself.
Once he started to park out backwards, he placed his hand at the edge of Y/N's seat, turning his head to the back and also getting closer to the young woman, revealing a golden necklace around his neck in the process. His pink orbs carefully observing the area, so he could safely park out.
Y/N couldn't help herself to momentarily stare at the veins on his delicate neck, quickly averting her eyes back onto the road. Not long after driving, she noticed her phone ringing in her bag, pulling it out to inspect the caller ID.
Sae
Fuck. She can't possibly pick up now, fearing that the situation would be quite awkward. Declining his call, she quickly typed out a message to him.
Wsp? I'm busy rn.
Seeing the three dots appear at the bottom of her screen, she waited for his answer.
Nothing. Just wanted to check up on you.
She couldn't help but smile to herself at that, shoving her phone back into her bag, now trying to stir up a conversation with Shidou. "So, what do you need to do at 'Blue Lock'?"
"Since I can't fight tonight, I gotta come up with a replacement, or you lil' buddy Sae will end me", he truthfully answered, getting an understanding nod from the woman in return.
"It's still crazy that you got stabbed right there. Something worse could've happened", she stated, Shidou sparing her a cocky glance. "No need to worry about me, ma. We're all used to this. Pussy's like that guy always come up with some foul shit. But he didn't get off the hook easily anyway, I heard he's knocked out since yesterday."
"Damn." Y/N didn't know what else to say, so she tried to lead the conversation into another direction again. "And is it really alright for you to drive with that arm? I think you shouldn't overdo it."
"Already told you, it's alright, since I got myself a sexy nurse to fix it up." She giggled at his answer, gazing out the window again and seeing the now familiar strip club come into view. Still curious about the building choice, she questioned the handsome male about it, hoping he might know more.
He told her that the owner of the club, Mikage Reo, who owned various clubs, bars, and similar facilities around the country came up with the whole idea of a boxing establishment, but since the idea of boxing he was hoping to make reality wasn't exactly what would fall under the umbrella of legal - he made it as secluded and inconspicuous as possible, which led to it taking place under this club.
At the mention of the name Mikage, Y/N's ears peaked up. Mikage was a well known surname around the country - one of the richest - if not the richest person  in the country, swimming in an unbelievable amount of money. So it seemed that this name was not only well known at the 'normal' parts of town but also the underground.
"Mikage? Is he there too?" She was curious, if not excited. Meeting such a rich man was no common experience, maybe she could ask for an autograph - or some money?
"Depends, if 'the Treasure' is on the ring, like today then most likely yes, other than that, he barely shows himself down there. Maybe because he's creeping around upstairs, who knows?", Shidou snickered.
"'The Treasure'? What kind of corny nickname is that?", she asked. " 'The Treasure of Blue Lock', actually, he was the first in the ring, and a good fighter overall, I can't lie. Anytime he's on, the show is always hellaaaa' crazy. That guy's moves are somethin', he'd be a pain in the ass to fight against", Sae admitted, face covering in an unpleased expression.
Parking near the club, Shidou stepped out, aiding Y/N for help like he did before. His arm swung around her shoulder, "Don't go runnin' off anywhere, alright?", he told her, holding her close to himself in a protective manner.
                                                ════ ⋆★⋆ ════
Entering the place of action again and Y/N basking in Shidou's safe hold, the atmosphere of the room was as cheerful as she had in memory, even spotting some faces she saw the other day, but also new ones.
"Thank God, he showed up", Shidou exhaled in a manner of relief, guiding the two of you to the man who would replace him for the night.
He was tall - well his hair at least, styled up even higher than Shidou's, making him stand out instantly, if not also because of his exaggerating designed jacket, which had a big lion imprinted on one side of it.
His crimson eyes offering anyone near him an intimidating stare, casting off his dominance to everyone around him.
Noticing someone approaching him, he shifted his attention to the two unknown figures. "Yo, King!", Shidou greeted him, earning an irritated grunt from the man. "Why did you take so damn long, antenna head?", his deep voice, straddling the young female.
"And fuck you taking a stripper with you for? You should-", "I'm not no damn stripper, you gorilla", she cut through his words, freeing herself from shidou's hold to stare at the man in front of them, causing him to raise a brow at her bold demeanor. Before he could spit an insult right back, Shidou cut through the tension. "Alllright. C'mon, let's see who you're up against, then get ready."
Barou gave Y/N a dissatisfied look, compiling to Shidou's words. "I already checked, since you took so damn long to get here", Barou said, nodding his chin somewhere into the room,  curiosity reflecting in Shidou's eyes.
"Alright Ladies and Gentlemen!", a loud voice and confident echoed through the room, causing everyone in it to turn their attention towards the source. A neatly dressed man with purple eyes and matching shoulder-length hair spoke into the microphone in his hand, a handsome smile plastered on his face. He screamed billionaire.
"I am pleased to announce today's first, and most exciting, match! Today's main actors will be Barou Shoei, the current 'King'! Versus Nagi seishiro, 'Blue Lock's Treasure!" the people cheered and screamed, apparently very pleased with the announced fighters. "You got one hour to place your bets right now at the very front of the entrance! Feel free to go all out!", the purple haired male exclaimed.
Y/N realized who this man was at the very moment she laid eyes on him, suspicions only being proved right by his mention of 'the Treasure' being here. "That's the guy I told you about. Mikage Reo", Shidou leaned near your ear, explaining. "Mr. Monopoly ass", Barou spat out, causing Y/N to let out a giggle.
"Well ain't I got luck!", Shidou exclaimed, clearly happy he doesn't have to deal with the man named Nagi Seishiro. Shidou let out a loud laugh, slapping Barou on the back. Barou's forehead showed visible veins, due to being pissed off from Shidou's action.
Shidou tried to calm down after his long laugh ordeal, speaking up to Barou,
"You're fucked, bro!"
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