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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part VI/VII)

"the downfall"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

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Warnings: language, allusions to sex

A/N: my apologies for keeping y'all waiting for this one darlings, but here comes the next part YAYY! Enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

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He had left me in the room that morning, alone, with regret and guilt straining my chest, with embarrassment and panic heaving over me, my only company being a terrible headache and a sore body.

I was still waiting for him to come back. Of course, he still lived in the apartment, but the day after, he slept at Shell Cottage because Bill needed help with the chores, and the next night at the Burrow because Molly had asked to keep an eye on 'the kids' —the kids being Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione— while she and Arthur were off to visit Andromeda, and at Lee's because Angelina was away and they were going to have a boys' weekend; in summary, he managed to avoid stepping into the flat while I was in there for an entire week.

I would be lying if I said the idea of moving out hadn't crossed my mind, but I knew I was being dramatic— we were being dramatic; we were adults, even if we forgot about it more often than not, and adults talk things out, so I decided to confront him at the only place I would manage to corner him; the shop.

When I descended from the office on the second floor, I spotted the ginger turning the 'CLOSED' to face the glass door. "Oi!" His head snapped to me as I climbed downstairs and he instantly walked to the shelves on the opposite side. "Can I have a word?" I requested, following him, only for George to move on to another shelf.

"Right now I'm quite busy." He replied, seemingly absent-minded as he pretended to check the products in front of him.

"This is important." I insisted, moving to stand besides him.

Not fast enough, though, because he was off to yet another part of the shop as soon as I got close. "I'm sure it can wait."

"You know it can't," I assured intently, stalking after him, only for him to speed up his own pace, moving from product to product without stopping too long in front of him. "George I'm- Oi, stop! We need to talk about this!"

"Well maybe I don't wanna talk about this!" He exclaimed, taking big steps under one of the stairs in order to shamelessly dodge the hand with which I had reached out to stop him.

"George Weasley don't run away from me!"

"I'm not running away from you!"

"You're literally RUNNING AWAY!"

He stopped circling the counter and stood across from me, slamming his palms over the till. "ALRIGHT, LOVE!" for the first time, I didn't like the way the name dripped off his tongue. "Let's talk about how we accidentally FUCKED! That's what you want so badly, isn't it?!" Flush crept up his neck and ears, and I couldn't tell if it was from anger or from timidness. "Go on, darling, lead the bloody way!"

I felt my own cheeks going red, partly because of his straightforward statement but also because I genuinely had never heard George raise his voice like he had just done.

"Cat's got your tongue now?!" My stuttering seemed to fuel his anger more. "C'mon, Y/n, talk! You wanted to talk!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, GEORGE!" He clenched his jaw as his freckles drowned in a sea of pinkish red. "Yeah I want to talk! 'Cause that's what grown-ups do! We don't know how to act around each other so we just don't spend time together anymore— Fuck, I've barely seen you! AND WE. LIVE. TOGETHER!" I emphasised each word with stomps. "We can either pretend it didn't happen or talk it out to make sure we're on the same page, you choose but for Merlin's sake, don't avoid me!"

"OKAY!" His eyes widened, surprised at his own tone, and then he repeated in a softer, self-conscious one, "Okay." He breathed deeply and then added. "We're on the same page, right?" His eyebrows raised as he looked into my eyes. "It was... A mistake."

I should have noticed the uncertainty and hope in his voice, but I panicked and was too quick to respond, "Yeah! A massive mistake." My words stung my heart and, to my dismay, his own just as much. "Can we go back to being friends? Because I'm going crazy without you." I blamed our watery eyes to the argument we had had, and not to the fact that it had been a mistake.

He circled the counter and walked to me, hesitating before pulling me into a hug. "Can I...?" I tugged him closer, wrapping my arms around his middle. It took a moment for him to ease into my embrace, and I could tell we had fucked up our friendship for good. "It's alright, we'll make it right again." His words made me squeeze him tighter, as if he was about to vanish from my side.

And from then, we tried to make it right, we tried so hard, because it seemed so easy to make it wrong again.

Everytime we stood too close, everytime he leaned on to whisper something, everytime I helped him with his tie, our eyes would fall on each other's lips; I would sometimes drift off the conversation, staring too much at his mouth and hands, wandering if they would feel just as amazing as they had done while we were drunk.

"Y/n are you listening?"

"Uh yeah- I mean, no- sorry, what?"

I was so focused on trying to hide it that I didn't notice George was in the exact same situation, meaning that neither of us could give in, because we would go down together. In all honesty, it was doomed to happen at some point, we were just delaying the inevitable.

The moment came the last night of January, when George showed up in my room due to a really rough nightmare, and I, as always, invited him in so we could lay down together.

"Isn't this... Weird?" He murmured as we scooted closer. We had kept physical contact at bay for obvious reasons, and cuddling had been off the table since New Year.

"It doesn't have to be." I replied, my voice as quiet as his. "We've done this a thousand times."

"Right." He cleared his throat, averting his eyes from mines as we shifted in our places ever so slightly, trying to find a position where the situation turned less awkward.

And it happened, my mind got lost on the way his neck tensed, on the damp locks hanging over his forehead, sweaty due to the nightmare; on his plump lips, which he had just wetted with his tongue in the most subtle way. It was a nervous habit of him, something he would usually do, but that didn't make it any less hot.

"George..." I called his name without noticing, my heart hammering violently against my chest when his gaze landed on my eyes, quickly falling on my lips.

The next thing I knew was that he was holding my thigh over his hip, his other hand on the back of my neck while we shared a hungry kiss that, as soon as my hips involuntarily rocked against his, turned into something more.

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GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The next morning we swore to each other that it was just another accident, that it would happen again.

And the next one too.

And the following.

The fifth time that happened, we agreed to call the situation a 'friends with benefits' kind of thing, well aware that it was an euphemism for the downfall of our friendship.

I had longed to be hers for so long, and it that moment, as I lay by her side in her bed, that wish seemed so close yet so far; I could reach out and my fingertips would touch her skin, yet I had never felt that distant towards her.

The moment my eyes were averted from her form, her gaze was laid on me. "You don't have to go."

"I know." I replied in a mumble, already sitting up and reaching for my pants. "But soon we'll have to get up, so I might as well do that and let you sleep." I didn't want to turn around, I didn't want to see her beautiful irises pleading for me to stay by her side, because I knew I would.

I saw on my peripheral vision her fingers attempting to carefully wrap around my wrist, and I was quick to stand up and walk to the door; sadly, I did not miss Y/n burying her face into the pillow, her hands fisting on the fabric ever so subtly.

She tried to hide her tears like that, and I agressively wiped mines as soon as I reached the corridor.

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"Morning, lady!" I light-heartedly greeted Y/n without turning my back to the making of our breakfast when I heard the steps approaching the kitchen.

In the morning it was easier to pretend everything was back to normal; usually, the refreshing sunlight and the drowsiness provided by a night of sleep were enough to wash away the sad truth of our relationship.

"Good morning, sir." She responded with a yawn, rubbing her eyes as she walked to stand besides me, leaning against the counter with her arms folded. "Smells good." She commented, leaning on to take a peek at the scrambled eggs.

I was about to make a cocky, playful comment when it dawned on me what she was wearing; it was my jumper, one of the old ones that I exclusively used for pyjamas.

I knew she didn't do it intently; I had left it on the floor the previous night, and it was probably the first thing she grabbed, but it struck a nerve.

I had seen a similar scene way too many times before; a sleepy, dishevelled Y/n entering the kitchen with an ugly Weasley jumper as only clothing, ready to start the bickering with an almost identical version of me who would be making breakfast.

My head then travelled to the thought that lately crossed my mind more often than not and my heart clenched; In Y/n's eyes, I was, most likely, just a poor replacement for Fred.

"You alright?" That worried furrow appeared between her brows too often lately. We were both walking on eggshells, and it got me on my nerves.

"You don't have to ask if I'm alright every time I'm quiet." I hadn't meant it to come out harsh or curt, but it definitely did.

"You're not quiet, you're overthinking." She responded with a tinge of hostility.

"What's to overthink?" I fought the need to raise my voice.

"Dunno, you tell me." She squinted her eyes with a scrutinising gaze directed to me.

"Can we not do this?" I almost pleaded; heated arguments had become a usual thing between us —yet another sign of the unfixable problem we refused to address.

Y/n was about to reply something that would lead us into a fight when the doorbell rung. "Mister Weasley?" I took that as a cue to go open the door to Verity, already dressed on her uniform. "The Valentine's Day products arrived, should I unpack them or..." Her eyes flickered behind me and her cheeks heated up. "Y/n—" When I looked over my shoulder, I felt my own face flushing out of embarrassment. Y/n was still my employee and Fred's ex, so Verity catching a glimpse of her dressed in my jumper wasn't the best thing for any of us. "I— am I— sorry, am I interrupting?"

"You're not interrupting." I assured her with a reassuring smile. "Leave the boxes on the puking pastries section, we'll be down in ten."

"Alright, sir." Her curious gaze travelled to Y/n one last time, and with that, she was rushing back down to the shop.

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READER'S P. O. V.

The ache that had appeared on my chest the day after New Year would end up killing me, or at least it felt like that.

I had a dreadful gut feeling of knowing what caused that pain, but my mind refused to believe it was that, and kept pushing the sensation back into my heart day by day.

George had gone to relocate the puking pastries in the upper level of the shop so I could prepare the section with the Valentine's Day products.

My eyes dawned on the small packages of Amortentia. I knew it was a terrible idea but I needed to know.

I took a look around, making sure Verity wasn't near and George was up still, and brought one of the Amortentias under my nose. It didn't take long for the scents to besot me, and I had to put all my will on not to fall under the potion's spell.

The first smell to reach my nostrils was gunpowder; my heart skipped a bit when the next scent was vanilla.

Then strawberry and chocolate; candy floss cupcakes and George's cologne.

The tiny, heart-shaped bottle fell from my hands, scattering all over the shop's floor. "Shit!" I rapidly kneeled to pick the shattered glass when I realized it had echoed in the empty establishment.

"Oi! What was that?" George descended from the second floor, using the ladder. "Oh shit—" his hands took a hold on my bicep and pulled me away from the pool of pinkish pearl liquid that seemed to be attracting me. "Don't!" He warned Verity, who had attempted to jog in the potion's direction too. "Verity, can you bring me my wand?" The girl complied running up to the office.

In Verity's absence, George took the chance and cupped my cheeks, tilting my head up to check my eyes. "You alright?" I managed to give him a slow nod, my mind buzzing with the newly acquired information. "Getting the Amortentias was a bad idea, wasn't it?" I nodded again, producing a frown between his eyebrows. "No 'told you so'? Are you sure you're alright?" He chuckled nervously, his hands falling to his sides right in time for Verity to rush back to us.

"Here, Mister Weasley!"

"Thank you, darling." He politely replied, taking the wand and restoring the potion bottle in a swift movement. His eyes peeked at me again; I could see the worry growing on him. "Y/n-"

"I'm gonna go wash my face." The words hastily left my mouth before I dashed off to the restroom.

I closed the door behind me and took a look at the mirror; my pupils were blown and my cheeks pink. I ran the tab and splashed the water on my face a few times until the potion's mild effect was gone and my mind clear.

It was in that moment that it dawned on me that I was in love with George Weasley.

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captainrexisboo · 3 years

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Comfort pt5: Sarad

Link to Previous - this chapter takes off right at the end of the previous part, so!

Here It Is. Part Five. I Love My Boo So Much. Also- my first fully completed fic?? Ever??! Holy crap!!!! Dumb Luck stares at me as it sharpens a knife in the corner

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EDIT!!! Link to Epilogue!!!

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You sat at your desk, spinning a stylus in between your fingers and back straight, chewing on a swollen, worried bottom lip. Your eyes were rimmed red and puffy, but dry- you had already done all your crying, and were now just sitting alone, stewing in your own emotion. You couldn’t even look at Rex directly as he slowly steps into the room, just thinking to yourself about what happened, replaying the unexpected uneventfulness in your mind, trying to find out why it hurt you so. You felt so hypocritical, throwing a fit about Aurin’s lack of attention when you explicitly asked him to leave you alone. You were such a fool, anyway you looked at it.

Your gaze went low as Rex stepped closer, putting your cup directly in front of you. You gave him a silent nod in thanks, and he stood for a minute, holding his own cup as he shifted on his feet. His voice came out nearly strained, a thin whisper, “Should I… Do you need me to come back later, or-”

“Please stay.”

Your words were croaked, and you winced at the broken sound, but you didn’t want him to leave. You didn’t realize how much you didn’t actually want to be alone until Rex had walked in. He sat across from you, armor clacking together as he got comfortable (or as comfortable as he could in full gear) and you could feel his calculating gaze tracing your face and form. You let out a cough (it was supposed to be a laugh) knowing exactly what he was searching for. “He didn’t hurt me, Captain. Never did, never will.”

You felt a corner of your lips twitch up slightly as Rex let out a sigh of relief, but noticed how he still stayed tense. “Y/N, what’s the matter? What happened?”

What happened?

“What happened indeed,” you let out a wry exhale, “In all seriousness, nothing happened” -you held up a hand as Rex opened his mouth to protest, stopping him before he made a sound- “and that’s just the problem.”

Rex tilted his head, cocking his eyebrow, “I, uh. I don’t think I follow.”

You finally looked up at him with a dead stare, and he stiffened again. You sighed low, your eyelids feeling heavy as your heart sank deeper into your stomach. You let your gaze fall again, before clearing your throat, “I’m sorry, Rex. I… I don’t know what I’m doing. I ask him to leave me alone, and when he does- literally, he barely even spared a glance at me today- I fall completely apart. I don’t know if this is like just a release of energy because I was hyping myself up beforehand and planning all the ways I’d deflect his conversation, or if it’s shock because I wasn’t expecting to be ignored, or if I’m regretting-”

“Hey, slow down, wait a second,” Rex shushed you, voice a little more present as he leaned forward, “Look at me.”

You hesitated, pulling your lip back between your teeth, but did as you were told. You felt meek, glancing up at him through your lashes as he held your stare with his deep honeyed eyes. He gestured towards your caf, and you slowly lifted a hand to wrap around the cup, feeling your shoulders release a little as the warmth of the cup seeped into your palm and fingers. When did they get so cold?

“Take a breath,” Rex demonstrated for you, as you followed his command to the letter, “Now take a drink. Relax.”

You brought the drink up to your lips, letting the sweetened substance flow past your lips and glide easy down your throat. He had this uncanny ability to doctor your caf just right, it never ceased to make your eyes flutter shut, like the drink was a signal that you could begin to let go of any stress that plagued your mind. The same warmth that spread through your hand pulsed through your chest, before you let out a shuddering breath, placing the cup back on the desk. You opened your eyes, Rex giving you a soft smile at your heavy sigh, ”Better?” You nodded to him. “Good. Now, ‘nothing’ happened?”

“Yeah,” you deflated, not defeatedly in self-pity as you were before, but an expel of the tension that had been eating away at you for the better half of the day, “I thought this was what I wanted, and I… I think that’s it’s still what I want, but when he actually put it into practice I just…”

You scoffed at yourself, glancing off to the side to stare at the pile of flimsi Yularen needed to sign off on, “You know how you get yourself excited for something that’s about to happen, something you want to happen, and the moment it happens it’s different than how you’d expect it to be?”

Rex nodded, heart skipping as he thought about Ahsoka’s speculation. What would happen if he told you his true feelings now? Would you laugh at him, thinking he’s playing a cruel joke on you? Would you pout at him, and apologize for not feeling the same way? Would you stare at him with an icy glare and tell him how awful he is for telling you at the worst possible timing? Would you smile at him so sweetly, and get up from your chair to walk around and whisper an admission of your own feelings as well, lips brushing against his temple like that one day he can’t stop replaying in his head? He’s unsure which option scares him the most.

“Aurin ignored me throughout the entire inspection today, even as we stood alone with each other. He didn’t say a word, didn’t look in my direction. He simply stood next to me,” you recounted, gaze going unfocused again, “He did exactly as I asked. For whatever reason, it hurt me. It hurt so much-”

You cut yourself off as your voice cracked, feeling the lump form in your throat again. You reach for your caf, taking another soothing sip, letting the hot liquid push past the emotion rising in your throat. Breathing steady, you looked back into your lap, sitting your caf back on your desk before shrinking into a whisper, “And I can’t figure out why.”

Rex sat still, ankle crossed over his knee. He took a long sip from his own cup, soaking in the information. It was a heavy minute before he cleared his throat, “Do you… do you maybe want to talk to him?” Rex felt himself swallow thickly. “Do you want to be with him again?”

“No.”

You reeled back, wincing at yourself, surprised at how quickly you responded. Rex looked at you intently, but with merciful patience, only the incline of his head urging you to continue. You gazed back into Rex’s eyes, feeling something in your stomach stir from their sincerity. If nothing else, Rex was earnest and kind at his core. You had unwavering confidence in your friendship, and you were reminded of that everytime you looked into his eyes. You could tell him anything- he could pull the truth out of you better than you could push it through by yourself. Alone, you had to hunt for it, search the darkest corners of your mind, and almost always came back into the light empty handed and frustrated. You’d exhausted yourself so easily doing just that today, but when you locked onto Rex’s gaze, he could easily lead you to your truth. He coaxed it out of you with gentle whispers and soft touches, with eyes that practically glowed with an emotion you thought you knew but couldn’t quite place. You swallowed a breath, sitting up straight, and talking directly to Rex, letting your instinct take over as you answered silent questions.

What do you want?

“I want to continue to keep my distance from him.”

Why?

“It was...shocking. To not have any interaction with him. But its what I need, to grow into my own person. It’ll be better this way.”

So how do you explain your reaction?

“I guess I… I’m afraid.”

You stopped yourself from venturing further down that rabbit hole, finally breaking away from Rex’s stare. You took a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth, the emotional strain from today taking its toll on you. You shut your eyes tight, dropping your chin to your chest, trying to stop the headache from coming on, not even looking up as you heard the weighty steps of Rex’s boots as he walked around your desk.

Rex had gotten up from his seat as soon as your lashes hit the tops of your cheeks. He allowed his typically quiet footfalls to echo in the room as he opted for a slow walk to come closer to you, setting his half-finished caf on the edge of your desk. He never seemed to be able to shake his nerves whenever he made a move to touch you, always moving as if time was slowed down around the two of you, in your own little pocket of reality. His hand moved cautiously, making sure you had time to feel his presence, time to move away if you needed to. Rex’s fingers brushed at your shoulder, curling over the muscle as his thumb traced your collarbone, hidden under your uniform jacket. He put pressure there, a slight squeeze, causing you to hum lightly at the contact. Rex continued his motions at your approval, sinking down to one knee to see if he could catch your eyes, only to find them closed. He smoothed his gloved hand over the gray material, following the slope of your shoulder in a fluid motion, keeping his voice low despite being the only two people in the room, “What are you afraid of, cyar’ika?”

The endearment was out of his mouth before he could stop himself, but if you knew what the term meant you didn’t mention it. He left it alone, letting the moment settle.

You shivered slightly at his gravelly tone, taking note of the new word you’d have to ask about later. He said it so softly in a single exhale, that at least you knew it wasn’t supposed to be an insult. You opened an eye, finding his stare on you, and opening the other one as you leaned forward, placing your forehead against his. The position was awkward, your back was hunched and you could already feel your neck getting stiff, but the keldabe kiss made you feel at ease, lifting a hand to wrap around the back of Rex’s head, feeling the prick of his buzz on your palm, the pads of your fingers rubbing lightly over his scalp. You felt a smile twitch up as he gave a relieving sigh of his own, closing his eyes as he melted at your petting.

“I’m afraid of changing,” the admission fell out of you as a wave of calm washed over the two of you, startling yourself, but the grip you and Rex held on each other kept you grounded enough to move forward, “Aurin and I… we were inseparable for so long. I want to know who I am without him, figure out what it means to be me. But I can’t help but think- this is so silly- what if I spend too much time on that? What if I finally complete my journey, but can’t find anyone to love that version of me?”

Your hand moved down to grip at the back of Rex’s neck, his eyes opening as your gaze went downcast, continuing after a breath, “Aurin and I had a love… I outgrew it. What if by the time I finish growing, no one has room to love me like that anymore?”

“I will.”

Your eyes shot back up at the two simple words, growing wide at the sudden revelation. You froze after your eyes locked, swallowing down a breath as you waited for him to continue, still keeping your foreheads pressed together. Rex moved his hand over your shoulder, rubbing up and down your arm in a calming pace, though you’re unsure if it was to soothe your nerves or his own. The air you both were suddenly all-too-aware of sharing thickened as the silence stretched, Rex’s eyes searching your own as he briefly wetted his lips in anticipation of your reaction.

“Y/N, I need you to know, you’ll never outgrow those who already care for you. Aurin kept you locked in a box, and it was a warm, safe box. But you did a brave thing. You took a step out of that box, and as soon as you did you blossomed. Sarad, flower, you’ll always be growing, that’s a part of life,” he cleared his throat, intent on making his devotion ring clear, both of his hands moving to wrap around your own, the one still in your lap, “You’re healing, finding your roots, and already you’ve changed so much, in the brightest of ways. And I… I really, really care for you. I’ll always be here for you, by your side, ready to welcome you into my heart with open arms. If you decide I’m not for you, that’s fine, just please take this to heart- I’ll always make room to love you.”

He held his breath, waiting for your response, not daring to break your hold. Your fingers had stopped their light massaging on his head, but you kept him pulled to you. He gripped your hand between his own, running his thumbs over your knuckles. He didn’t want to let go- if you ended up hating him for this outburst, he wanted to be in your touch as long as possible until then.

You had no response. You were silent and intensely looking right through him, to say you were shocked was an understatement, but you held no doubt that Rex had spoken only the truth to you. The past few months started to replay through your mind, all his little quirks and notions that you thought were just him in culture shock to nat-born socializing became clear- and you could punch yourself for not realizing it sooner. He loves you...seems like he always had. The longer the moment stretched, the more nervous the Captain’s gaze fell, and you just barely choked out a whisper, “Rex…”

Your mouth hung open, stuck in how to continue, letting a breathless, but short giggle come through you as he visibly perked up to your voice. You blinked at him, trying to clear your mind, “I...I-I’m sorry, I need some time to think, still.”

“That’s fine,” Rex nodded, almost forgetting your foreheads were still pushed together as his words came out in a rush, “take as much time as you need. I’m not telling you this as a way to ask you out o-or anything, I just. I just don’t want you to feel unloved. I’m here for you, no matter if you match my feelings or…”

He trailed off, his eyes being pulled to the floor as the other option crossed both of your minds. He didn’t need to say it. You felt your heart ache for him, here he was laying his soul out to you, and all you could do was request that he gives you time.

But this its time that he’s willing to give.

“I’ve waited for you for so long already,” his baritone rumbled from his chest, as he slowly brought his gaze back up to you. You felt your cheeks heat under the warmth of the amber hearth that was his eyes, “I’ll gladly wait two lifetimes more.”

Something in you broke. It snapped, and the force of it pushed you forward, colliding with the Captain’s lips. You both made brief sounds, a muffled chirp against a surprised throaty grunt, equal parts terrified and triumphant. He tasted like caf, with a bite of citrus, like he’d been eating an orange, and the thought for whatever reason made you smile against him as your eyes slid shut.

Rex’s eyes blew wide open, freezing in place at your movement. Holding his breath as you stayed on his lips, heart racing like never before, even on the battlefield. This was different, and delightful, and how do you kiss someone properly, is there a manual for it, should he stay still or-

Just as quickly as you brushed against him, you had left, and he had to restrain himself to keep from following you back. You looked at him, and- oh. He knows those eyes.

“I still need time,” you breathed out, moving off of his forehead but fingers resuming their petting over his scalp, “but maybe I’ll run the course quicker knowing you’re at the finish line.”

Rex had dreamed of your eyes looking at him like that, and he was sure his gaze matched. Like you had hung the stars in the sky for the ships to fly through, like he had painted the universe on a velvet canvas- like he loved you. Like you loved him. Your moony gazes were locked on each other before he rasped out, only just remembering to breathe in the quiet moment, “I don’t want to push my luck, but… could you maybe, possibly, kiss me? Again? Please, I feel like I did it wrong.”

He melted in the ring of your laughter, a smile finally breaking through his face at the sound, squeezing the hand he still held. You looked at him with unchecked fondness, and shook your head, “You did fine.” A coquettish gleam came through your eyes, as you gently pulled at the back of his head. He followed your prompting, leaning up eagerly to close the space between you, eyes glancing to your lips as you smiled, “Although, a little practice never hurt anybody.”

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got7hotties · 4 years

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GOT7 Kinks

♡ JB: Now everybody knows that JB is the hardest dom… he would be into anything that shows he is in full control. Out of all the members, JB is 100% the one to have a daddy kink. You saying this would be one of the main things that gets him off. JB has a slight temper, so everytime you try to test him, he would show who’s in control. He wouldn’t be afraid to use his hands. There would be lots of choking and spanking. He wouldn’t choke you harshly but only enough to take your breath away slightly. His fingers would be wrapped softly around your neck pressing his thumbs against your throat slightly as he watched your eyes tear up. He loves seeing you like this and would whisper against your lips ‘beautiful’. However, the moment you say something smart, JB’s hand would latch onto your neck and bring your words to an abrupt stop.

Don’t even try to disobey him when he’s pissed off because he would be quick to slap your ass as hard as he wants until you’ve ‘learned your lesson’. He would often tie you up (bondage) and watch you beg for what you want. JB is the biggest tease. He would probably strip for you, let you look, but not touch, and say something like ‘tell daddy how much you want it’. If JB were to ever catch another guy staring at or touching you too much, you would be in for a night. He would for sure be one for jealous sex. As soon as you got home, he would fuck the shit outta you with no mercy and show you who you belong to. JB loves to take Polaroids, so he would love to take pictures of you in some nice ass lingerie he bought you or even make a video of y’all doing it that he can watch when he’s away.

♡ Mark: Mark is a very intense and emotional lover who knows how to make you feel really good in bed. Mark is a slut for hickeys on both giving and the receiving end. He loves when he finds that spot on your neck that makes you fall apart and thinks the red marks on your neck make you look even more beautiful. On his end, he loves when you sit on his lap and distract him from what he is doing and start leaving red blemishes on his neck and collarbone. Mark is also a biter when it comes to pleasuring you. He would bite your lips, your earlobes, and when going down you, bite the inside of your thighs. When going down on you, he loves eye contact and wants you to keep your eyes on him as he eats you out. Even if he’s pounding into you and the pleasure is too much to keep your eyes open, he would make you look up at him and would slow his thrusts if you closed your eyes.

Mark could never keep his hands out of your hair especially if you went down on him (hair pulling). His fingers would be pulling at the strands of your hair, forcing you down to take more of his dick. If he was hitting it from the back, he would always have to grab your hair and force you up from the pillow. Since he would sometimes be in need of a stress reliever in between work, Mark would be up for quickies. It could be from in the bathroom to somewhere like the couch. He would thrust hard and fast leaving you breathless. Mark would be down anywhere at any time and wouldn’t care how loud y’all were, as long as you were both satisfied.

♡ Jackson: Jackson would switch between dom and sub. He would treat you like an absolute queen when you were in the bed. Jackson is very passionate so he would know how to make love to you and would even let you have multiple orgasms. Since he sometimes would let you take control, you would often ride him. His hands would grip on your waist and guide you up and down on his dick. When you were in control, he would for sure be one to praise you, especially when you gave him head. His head would tilt back and he would say stuff like ‘You’re such a good girl for me’ or ‘You’re so beautiful like this’. He would be really sweet with praising you, kissing every part of your body. His lips would move from your neck, to your chest, and down your stomach, pecking at your sensitive parts leaving shivers down your spine.

Jackson would also be real good at switching from sweet and caring to putting you in your place. He would be an absolute pro at eating you out (oral). He would tease you at first, kissing the inside of your thighs and grazing his tongue against your wetness. His tongue would dip in and out of your folds while he rubbed circles on your clit and possibly even slip some fingers in. He would know exactly how fast and slow to go in order to get you begging for more. This man would most definitely be into thigh riding. I mean y’all see them thick thighs he got. He would slide you back and forth along his clothed thigh, hands latched onto your hips, making sure to press against your clit. You would practically be begging for any type of friction and if he got really cocky sometimes, he would flex his thigh muscles under you, getting you off even more.

♡ Jinyoung: Jinyoung is more of a soft dom but he also likes to be in power or control of you each time you seem to ‘disobey’ him. He definitely is a brat tamer because he gets turned on by you challenging him or having an attitude towards you. He just can’t seem to get enough and would just want to fuck the attitude out of you. He absolutely loves taking you over his lap when you step over the line and give you a few spankings, having you count each one out loud. But because Jinyoung has a soft spot for you, he might feel bad and make it up to you by going down on you or fucking you slowly. Although Jinyoung is a soft dom, he does like to ‘make fun’ of you or lightly degrade you when he sees you’re about to release. He’ll say things like ‘You’re already about to cum? I just got started’ or ‘What happened to all that shit you were talking about earlier?’.

Jinyoung loves orgasm denial because he likes to be in control of your body which is why you always have to ask permission before you cum. He’ll edge you on and on until you’re begging for release and he’ll still tell you no because seeing you on the brink of your orgasm gets him off especially if you’ve been a brat that day. He’ll say things like ‘bad girls don’t get to cum’ or ‘prove to me why you deserve it’. However if you did cum before asking permission, be prepared to cum for the rest of the night because he’s also into overstimulation. He’ll have you cumming multiple times on his fingers before even using his dick. Jinyoung would chuckle and tease you for tapping out if you begged him to stop and would make fun of you, calling you greedy if you wanted another one.

♡ Youngjae: Youngjae is a lustful type of lover. Youngjae would love to wake up to making love with you (morning sex). He’d see the aftermath of last night and couldn’t help but need it again. It would be slow and sensual. He would fill you up with his length, stroking back and forth until you both find release. You might even fall asleep again in each other's arms afterwards. Apart from using his dick to pleasure you he’d use his fingers a lot to make your experience as pleasurable as possible for you (fingering). He would start with one finger and add more as time passes. Youngjae would pump his fingers into you slowly and use his thumb to stimulate your clit. He’ll curl his fingers and repeatedly hit your g spot until you come undone. If he’s really feeling bold, he’ll probably lick you off his fingers.

He would like the idea of using toys and would often strive to use a vibrator on you while he’s pounding into you. He’d also love the idea of putting a vibrator in you and leaving it there for the rest of the day and controlling the settings to any speed he wanted. Youngjae would be into things that included high sensitivity like breath play. He would love seeing you wince at the temperature change he was making when blowing against your wetness. You would get chills down your spine as you felt the air against your core and Youngjae would tense up from seeing you in pleasure. It would be something about lingerie that gets Youngjae off. Him seeing you in the tight lace fabric that hugged your curves snugly gets him hard in a second. He’d want you to strip the lingerie off of you and would slightly praise you and be pretty vocal in response.

♡ Bambam: Bambam is the type of person that likes what he likes and doesn’t really care for dom or sub roles. Sometimes he wants to be on top and other times he wants to be controlled. On the other hand, it fuels his ego up if you were to address him as ‘daddy’ which is why he would favor the daddy kink. When you didn’t use that title or were too shy to say it, he would stop doing whatever he was doing to your body and would tease you to say it. Bambam would take his fingers out of you and start rubbing your clit with his thumb slowly while saying ‘If you want me to continue, you have to say it’ or smirk and say ‘Is my baby needy for my touch?’. He’d also want to experiment with a threesome, preferably with another girl. Seeing you kiss another girl in front of him or watching you eat the girl out while he’s fucking you from behind gets him so hard.

One thing he’s infatuated with is when his cum is in your mouth or on your face. He loves if you open your mouth to show him his cum after sucking him off and would tell you to swallow every last drop of it. He loves seeing you swish it in your mouth and after he finishes off he would ask how good he tastes and loves when you spit the cum back on his dick (cumplay) This boy is just nasty as hell. Bambam also wants to experience having sex in a public setting (public sex) because the thought of someone walking in on him by accident gets him aroused. Bambam would want to take you in a fitting room, the bathroom stall, or even the back of a movie theater. He loves covering your mouth and seeing you struggling to keep a moan in as he literally ruins you.

♡ Yugyeom: Yugyeom would love to be controlled but also would want to feel superior and show dominance towards you. For starters, he would be into face fucking. His hands would be tangled up in your hair on both sides, sliding you back and forth onto him. He would push his length into your mouth, just enough to leave you gagging and teary-eyed. Every once in a while, he would slow down his strokes to make sure you were okay. Yugyeom would definitely be into mutual masterbation. Sometimes he wouldn’t want to have sex but would rather want to masturabate to you or with each other. He’ll say ‘Do you want to put a show on for me?” and would get hard just by looking at you naked in the first place, so seeing you play with yourself would be a plus. If you were a bad girl, he'd make you watch him masturbate without letting you touch him and leave you to just stare at his head tilted back while he moaned your name.

Yugyeom would be one to want to keep it exciting in the bedroom, so he would use foreplay with you. He loves grinding his hips against you and telling you the dirty things he’s going to do with you. He definitely enjoys the effect he has on you when he palms you over your jeans and pinning you down to the bed. He’s very much into rough sex because he loves having that power over you and he can’t help but go harder each time he hears you moan. Sometimes his thrusting is so fast and too much that you have to tell him to slow down. Because he’s so tall, he loves how short you are compared to him and he can just man handle you around (size kink). He’ll toss you on the bed effortlessly and tower your small body while saying ‘My baby is so little how are you gonna fit all of me’.

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pandoraswrld · 3 years

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IN THE NIGHT

— in which sera finds something new to entertain her

characters / sera park, ahn insung, mentions of the black rose girls, johnny suh and kim jongin

words / 4.1k

warnings / sexual content, they fuck in his car basically, smoking cigarettes, smoking weed, crying, small mention of blood — if i missed anything please let me know!

Sera knows exactly why her feet dragged her to the club on this particular night. It was a Thursday and as far as she knew Insung would be outside on the steps, chatting up random girls and finding unsuspecting club-goers to become his customers. It would only be her fourth time coming there and her third seeing him, she’d grown rather fond of both during her visits.

She lied to her group mates when she said she was going out to get some fresh air and she lied to herself when she said she was going to the club only to find a good time. Sera could go inside, drink something overpriced and get hit on by several guys but she’s already decided she was going to bother Insung if she caught him.

The familiar dark blue neon lights came into view as she rounded the street corner to find the hidden club. She liked that she had to look for the place, it was far away from everything else, just enough that she could escape to it whenever she wanted. And just as she suspected there was Insung sitting at the foot of the metal staircase looking out onto the road as if he were waiting for someone.

They quickly caught each other’s eyes, the older man standing up to greet Sera. His black hair shined blue under the light of the club doors and his hands were adorned with shiny silver rings on almost every finger. He was far from ugly and that’s one of the first things that grabbed her attention when she had first met him.

“Princess, it’s nice to see you here again.” His words are not without a simple smirk, one that typically graced his face.

Sera rolled her eyes, she knows by now not to take his compliments and nicknames seriously. If she had a dollar for everytime she’d heard him say that to every other girl who came to him, she’d be rich.

“What brings you here on a night like this?”

It hadn’t been a particularly interesting week, having been off schedule for weeks now ever since the accident, the dorms had been tense and she was sick of hearing the same fight between Hyebin and Jangmi every night. Sera was simply bored with her life right now, she needed stimulation and of course she knew where to get it.

“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to see you?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him. She knows he’s definitely not one to fall for flattery but Sera also knew how to work it on him, it was like she was his soft spot. Even if she wasn’t, she wanted to be and was more than determined to make him like her just a little bit more than his other clients.

“You’re bullshitting me.” It was his turn to roll his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning ever so slightly over her.

“How could you know that?” She chose to smile at him coyly.

“Well darling, come have a smoke with me, I promise I won’t tell anyone.” There it is, she’s got him.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

She followed him across the street and far down the empty road towards his car. He always parked his car far away from the club, she figured there was a reason behind it but she never felt like pressing him for answers.

The car itself was something she enjoyed, despite this being her first ever time inside it. Something felt different on the inside, it was a space only the two of them shared, the real world only a couple of centimetres away behind the darkened glass of his windows.

Sera made sure to roll the windows down before lighting up, he told her he doesn’t care about the smell but she still does it anyway. She prefers seeing the clouds of smoke from the cigarettes waft out into the air rather than having it dissipate weakly within the confines of the car.

Few words are exchanged between them, she and Insung don’t really have much to say to each other. They only shared a couple things in common, those things being the club and drugs. She reckons that’s not really enough to hold on to, not that she would ever admit to wanting more from Insung, she just hates that once the cigarette burns out they’ll go back to being practically strangers again.

She wanted – no – needed him to like her. It’s simple to her really, all love has an expiry date on it so why not make the most out of it with whoever you can, he just happened to be the physically closest person to her right now. She doesn’t need him to fall in love with her, she’s not asking much from him.

Her father always told her never to care about other people’s opinions on her, he always wanted her to grow up strong and independent. Sera thinks about his old sayings whenever she was in a position of desperation, it’s a shame she never really grew into the girl he wanted her to be. She missed him, she’ll probably call him when she gets back to the dorms, after all it is only eight in the morning back home.

“Insung.” Sera turned to the man sitting in the driver’s seat beside her.

“Yes, princess.” He still had some of his cigarette left, only a little, their time together was almost up.

Sera had finished hers first, flicking it into his makeshift water bottle ashtray a couple minutes before. “Why do you call me princess?”

Insung was silent for a moment, inhaling another breath of smoke before turning to Sera. The corners of his mouth twisted up, a genuine smile from the man, that’s something she never thought she’d see.

“Because you are one,” he chuckled, “I don’t treat all my customers the same if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She smiled at the thought, she was cracking him, slowly but surely.

Sera rolled her window back up, it was just them now. Her eyes surveyed Insung, looking at him up and down as though she were searching for something. She leaned forward and with her hand resting delicately on the wheel she kissed him.

He didn’t taste sweet, not like Jongin used to, no he didn’t taste of anything. All that she could sense off of him was the smell of nicotine hanging off of his lips and hands.

“Hmm that’s how you wanna play, what do you want here Sera? Low prices, a free hit?” She couldn’t read him, he was smiling at her but his tone was more neutral than anything else.

She looked down to his lips and then back into his eyes, that always worked, “I want you.”

He kissed her this time, smashing their lips together at a pace a lot faster than she had expected from him. His hand fell over her nape to pull her closer to him, “Then show me.”

Sera gave him a devilish grin, getting closer to what she wanted. She threw her leg over his body and dragged herself from her seat to sit lightly on top of his thighs.

His kisses were either chaste and quick or wet and slippery, she doesn’t know which one she prefers but it’s nice to have someone on her lips again. The feeling of his hands gripping at her thighs and hips could send her to heaven, the cold metal of his rings clashing against her hot skin. Sera hoped that when she woke up in the morning it would leave pretty bruising for her to stare at in the mirror, a little memory that someone felt something for her.

She grabbed at her t-shirt and lifted it away from her jeans, unbuttoning the denim for Insung to access. She was quick to undo his too and it didn’t look like he showed any signs of wanting her to stop, a near moan leaving his lips when her hands brushed up against his groin.

Sera rushed to pull his cock out of his pants and push it inside of her, she wanted this moment to go by quickly and it would with her in control of the situation. As far as she’s concerned this is for him, her benefits would come after and it always felt good being so physically close to someone.

The position was awkward, Sera’s head had hit the car ceiling at least three times by now and her back was this close to sounding out the horn every time she leaned the tiniest bit backwards. In terms of sex, this was nowhere near reaching the top of her list, Insung wasn’t doing anything particularly show-stopping and he had barely been able to keep eye contact with her at all despite having his literal dick buried inside her.

She couldn’t find a way to sweeten the moment, make it feel like it meant something big to the both of them. Insung layed there in his seat watching Sera do all the work and doing nothing but biting his lip and hanging onto her hips for dear life. She figures that after the first time and in a more comfortable setting he might do more for her, or at least she hopes so, she was already planning on hooking up with him a few more times and it would be better if he attempted to put more effort into her pleasure.

She tried to look into his eyes again, placing her hands around his cheeks and holding them in place. Insung, however, firmly avoided her gaze, turning his head away from the grasp of her palm and choosing to settle his eyes on the road behind her shoulders.

Sera rolled her eyes, still bouncing up and down until she felt him tense underneath her. The sounds he let out of his mouth were obscene, dark groans escaping his lips as he pulled himself out of Sera. He came soon after, thick splodges of cum painting Sera’s abdomen and the edge of her t-shirt, dripping down onto Insung’s jeans.

She felt gross, the feeling of his sticky cum all over her made her want to throw up. She removed her legs from the tight straddle and flipped over into the passenger seat, quickly pulling her jeans back up and tucking her t-shirt in in a poor effort to clean up the mess he had left.

Her mind drew blank, barely a thought processing behind her eyes. It’s not an entirely new feeling, she remembers the nights she spent with Johnny and how each one ended with her creeping out in the dead of night, not a single emotion playing on her face. It was all the same, none of these hookups were anything special and she chose not to think too much about the repercussions of them. That was a can of worms she would rather not open, ever.

The thick smell of sex brought her back to reality, barely covering the stale cigarette smoke in the car. Her fingers lifted up over her face to wipe off the taste of Insung, chewing against the soft skin on her knuckle and resting over her nose as if to hide from the man beside her.

“You want anything?” Insung’s voice cut through the silence, coupled with the sounds of his belt and the button metal clashing as he hastily zipped his pants back up.

Sera didn’t turn to look at him, too focused on the black cat outside striding past the car. He probably meant in terms of something to eat or drink but she supposed she could at least try and enjoy the time she’d spent in this car, “Have you got any weed?”

Insung chuckles, muttering something to himself. Sera dives into her bag to find the couple hundred won she had lying around just for moments like this.

“Don’t.” He places the little bag into her hand, pushing away the notes, “We’ll share it, don’t worry about it today.”

Sera gives him a small smile, “Will you roll it for me then?”

Insung is much faster at rolling than she is, having made the perfect blunt within a minute, hers always turned out a little empty and lopsided. He grabbed her chin roughly, placing it in between her pursed lips and lighting it up. “Good girl.” He uttered out after the blunt was lit.

She swallowed thickly before inhaling the weed into her lungs. He probably got off on manhandling her like that so she let him, she’ll think about it again in a day or two and pretend it was hot.

Shared between the two of them the blunt doesn’t last long, Sera’s too anxious to go without something in her hands or on her lips and Insung always had steel lungs, one of the faster smokers she’d ever hung around. The high had quickly settled within her chest, feeling a little lightheaded as she sinks into the passenger seat.

“You okay princess?”

He cares about her, is all she can think, why else would he have done everything he did tonight. She believes she’s worn him down, just enough for him to feel used to her. That’s all she needed.

“Yes.” She hummed. Her hand creeped up to Insung’s empty one that laid beside her, surprised when he didn't drag his away.

“Look at us,” Sera chuckled, “Hayoung and Insung.” She wasn’t feeling up to thinking before speaking, simply letting the words roll off her tongue, the easiest feeling in the world.

“Hayoung...I like that.” Something strikes her upon hearing the name leave his lips, it was strange, it didn’t hurt the way she thought it would. That had to mean something, right?

Her thumbs rub against the rough skin on Insung’s palm. It was hardly believable that she had gotten this far without being hastily thrown out or that he was letting her be this affectionate to him, some part of her believes that maybe he wanted this too. If she thinks a little bit too hard she starts to suspect that he needed this just as badly as she did.

Maybe they were made for each other, who knows?

Insung was different from all the other people that she’d been with. She’d always been the heart breaker, the girl you had to watch out for because she’s gonna shit all over you, but with Insung she was weak, almost his equal if you excluded the money he made off of her.

Jongin was a whole story she still wasn’t dealing with, seeing his face around the halls of the SM building didn’t make any of their meetings hurt less. It’s her fault that they broke up, she would never admit it but she knows she did something wrong. Despite that, in their most vulnerable moments they would always find each other and Sera can’t tell if it’s some kind of fucked up star-crossed lover thing or if it’s just sad that they still pretend like nothing ever happened the morning after. To be honest, the fact that he keeps on letting her back into his bed is his deal, Sera just likes that she’s still got a hook in him.

Johnny was probably the closest she’d gotten to a real relationship since 2015. He was sweet and honestly cared for her, the last time she’d been with him just a little after his debut, she fucked that one up big time.

But with Insung she couldn’t fuck up, not romantically, it was all about giving each other something that the other wanted. Sera got the attention she craved and Insung found himself a warm hole for whenever he needed to get his dick wet. Insung’s probably got his own unsavoury opinions about her brewing in his mind but she’s trying her best not to give a fuck about what he thinks, and in her defence the last time she got called a slut she thoroughly enjoyed it.

“Let me drive you home.”

Sera doesn’t think that’s the greatest idea, let a drug dealer know her home location? Let a man she’d only known for a couple weeks drive her anywhere? It wouldn’t be the safest choice she had made tonight but she was too fucked to care, that was something she could worry about tomorrow, preferably with a bottle of something strong to help ease her thoughts.

“Thank you.” She squeezed his thumb with a small smile. Her fingers just barely made out the dorm address into his sat nav, gliding all over the screen until it’s set and he can start to drive.

They remained silent for the ride home, sitting comfortably as the car twisted through several roads to reach the dorms. Sera glanced over at Insung, catching a concentrated expression on his face, he smiled when he caught her looking.

She could get used to this, fucking Insung and then letting him treat her, it sure is the life her father always dreamed for her. At least it would give her something to do whilst SM tries to figure out what the fuck Lyra and Jangmi have going on, god knows she’d go insane if she had to stay in that dorm any longer, constantly having to walk on eggshells around everyone. This was fun, about as much fun as it can get for her right now.

The car comes to a stop, parked just outside her apartment building. This can’t last forever, Sera knows that much, it wouldn’t bode well for her in the long run knowing what kind of person he was.

There’s not much interaction as Sera exits the car, her hand leaves his empty and there’s no goodbye kiss or even a hug, “See you around.”

“See you around, princess.”

And then he drove off. The light wind starting to pick up reminded her that it was far too late for her to be out as she watched the car disappear down the road.

That’s all there was to it really, nothing special, it almost made her miss how Johnny used to beg her to stay just a little longer. However, beggars can’t be choosers, Sera thought. She got what she wanted, she can’t exactly be picky with how much affection she was asking for. Still there’s a pang in her heart once she finds herself back in the dorm, her chest starting to feel heavy yet again once she’s in the darkened living room. Sera’s at least grateful that no one was waiting behind the door to ask about her whereabouts or comment on the smell of weed she’d brought back with her.

She figures she’ll try to shower before attempting to sleep, having already decided she was going to take the sofa instead of bothering Aejung and Juliet who were likely fast asleep in their shared room. This was probably the most peace they’d get that day, no need for Sera to wake them up with her problems.

The water was cold, just barely above freezing. She shivered at the feeling but didn’t move to change it, instead lingering under the shower head and letting the stream of water run down her body. Her hair started to dampen, bright blonde strands sticking uncomfortably to her skin like glue, barely doing anything to refresh her of the high she was slowly coming down from.

Her hands ran down to her stomach, rubbing off the dried cum and letting out a choked laugh at the action. She hoped that it was the shower water she was feeling but she couldn’t mistake the hot tears leaving her eyes for anything else.

“Fuck.” She mutters to herself, leaning her body against the wall and letting the tears fall freely from her eyes.

Sera doesn’t know why she’s crying, there could be a number of reasons: maybe she was starting her period, maybe she missed her dad too much, or maybe she’s regretting her actions. All of her years she told herself never to let herself regret anything, once it’s done it’s done and yet she still can’t help but feel like she's doing it all for nothing. After a couple months they’ll drop each other and Sera can go back to searching the club in favour of finding someone new to play with, like they never existed to each other outside of their deals.

She thinks back to the car, she can still feel his touches on her body and the cold water does little to remove the feeling. It’s confusing, in the moment it felt so right, like she was finally getting what she’d been asking for but here her emotions had flipped on her so easily, preying on her and causing her to doubt everything.

It left a sickening feeling in her stomach at the thought of him calling her ‘Hayoung’. She knows now that what she was feeling when she heard it wasn’t anything different, she was just high, the weed was admittedly stronger than she was used to and it must’ve knocked the sense out of her. That’s how she rationalises it, but there was one anomaly still standing out in her mind. Why did he let her hold his hand?

Sera had only known him a little amount of time but even in those moments she had painted an awfully clear image of what he was like. Insung, he was ruthless, cocky, far too mighty for his own damn good. She’d seen the way he shamelessly flirted with just about everyone and how he’d pull out a number of threats on people who did him wrong, it would be strange for him to act so softly and yet he did?

Maybe he pitied her, she had become clingy after sex and he didn’t want to let her down so quickly so he let her act like that, spare her some of the embarrassment and then never talk to her again.

The vicious whispers of her former best friend still lived in between her ears and at the back of her head in her worst moments, poor little Hayoung has to fuck everyone just to make them love her because she knows they wouldn’t even give her a chance if it were any other way. Every so often she’d hear them spat back out in her own voice, those nights were always the worst.

It takes all of her strength to get up off the shower floor and turn it off, her fingers and toes had turned blue under the water and she knew she wasn’t going to be getting anything clean anytime soon. She’ll just shower in the morning, she thinks, she’s not in the right state to be doing much now.

It takes her even more strength not to look into the mirror as she dressed, the last time she had done that when she was feeling like this she found herself staring into cracked glass with a bloodied fist.

She had found an old t-shirt and some shorts lying around the dorm to wear, no one cleaned around here anymore, they could very well be someone else’s but it’s not like any of the others cared anymore. Sera can’t even remember the last time she saw Yewon or Hime beyond brief flashes of blonde hair or the sound of their dragging footsteps across the floorboards.

Sera ends up slumping onto the sofa, her eyes staring down at the coffee table before her. Crumpled Chinese takeout flyers were scattered all over the table along with several unwashed mugs full of tea and coffee stains and the remnants of a dying potted plant covering the rest of the surface.

Damn, if she wasn’t already feeling like pure shit then being in this apartment for longer than twenty minutes would’ve done it to her anyways.

She glanced over at the time shining on the screen of her phone, two fifty five in the morning it read. Her fingers hovered over the contact number for her dad, it was just about turning ten in California, she knew he had to get up for work and wouldn’t be bothering him. She hesitates just for a moment before scrolling through her contacts again and finding the number titled ‘Kim Jongin’.

A pathetic sigh left her mouth, pressing on his name and waiting for it to ring. Her teeth found her knuckle, biting down onto it when the phone started to ring for too long, it wasn’t until she was about to hang up that she heard his all too familiar voice call out from the phone.

He sounded tired, his voice was barely above a grumble clearly having been woken up by her call. She didn’t really care about that though, she just needed to be with him tonight, there’s no way he could deny her that.

“Hey, do you think I could come over?”

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archived-gtronpa-account · 4 years

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Happy to see your back :O! I have a tiny shuichi an big Kaito request but don’t push yourself !

Bby you're sweet awww

Also you got good taste dear I had a blast writing this one it literally only took me the past few hours. scared but admirative Shuichi is a small blessing !!!

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Word count: 1200

Summary: Shuichi is a simple borrower. All he wants to stay away from humans and out trouble. But Kaito is a stubborn human, and he has other plans in mind.

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His uncle was sick again. He wouldn't admit it, he wouldn't want to seem weak or burden his young nephew. Shuichi could never think of his caretaker as a burden, but he could think that his overprotective uncle wouldn't let him go borrow medicine for his sake.

That was the first hole in his plan. He had to sneak in the bathroom and in the medicine cabinet around noon so as not to attract suspicion from his uncle. The second flaw in his too poorly thought out plan was that he didn't even know what medicine he should take.

So there he was, short on time, inside a cramped and dark cabinet, trying to read every label of every box and every bottle to find something suitable. The only way his situation could be worse was if a human came in; the thought made him nervously chuckle under his breath.

His laugh died in his throat when he heard a voice approach the room.

When the human came in, Shuichi had already dashed behind a bottle, praying and praying he wouldn't get caught. His prayers came more feverish when he heard the creaking of the cabinet's door and light poured in. There was shuffling somewhere above him and Shuichi shut his eyes tight and reasoned with himself that he would be fine, he didn't have to be so worried everytime he almost got caught because he almost never got caught.

But when rationality reached his troubled mind and he assured himself he was fine and safe, "You really don't have to hide from me, y'know?"

It seemed that day was another exception to his 'almost never caught' norm. He reached a shaky hand to his heart and breathed, in and out, in and out; that was the most he could do to swallow back the sob forcing it's way up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought he really didn't have to be so worried about the human boy talking to him, he was too nice and didn't bother him too much, but the thought did little to comfort him when he could feel a pair of eyes burning in his back.

Tentatively, he steeled himself and peeked out. The boy had been looking down and away from him, before glancing up his way. Even if Shuichi had expected it, his heart still skipped a beat.

"Hey there, Shuichi!" He flinched and looked away. With all the courage he could muster, he stepped out, eyes still glued to his shoes, ignoring the bright, carefree energy radiating off the other and his casual greeting.

"Please sir, don't try to talk to me again." The weight of the human's gaze over his head threatened to crush him, but he resisted the urge to go back in hiding and stood his ground.

"C'mon man, no need to be so uptight, I already know you're here and you already know I won't tell anyone. 'Sides, you don't gotta call me sir or something, it's so weird, I'm not that much older than you, right? You can just call me Kaito. Anyway, did you need something?" So talkative, so loud. Half his words turned to a roar in Shuichi's ears. He picked up his previous breathing pattern; breath for four, hold for seven, breath out for eight. He'd thought he could handle an encounter with a harmless, friendly human, but Kaito really didn't make it easy.

"I can't tell you anything," he forced the words out between labored breathes. Getting braver still, he looked up, up, up, and stopped short of Kaito's beaming face, instead finding it easier to focus on his rather ugly goatee. "We shouldn't even be talking to each other."

"Look," the boy brought a hand behind his head in an awkward stance, and Shuichi's flinch at the gesture went unnoticed, "I dunno a thing about you and all, and if you need to be all sneaky-secretive, I'll respect that. But I just wanna help out if you need something, you know?" And Shuichi knew that well enough, he really did. Kaito hadn't failed to prove his point time and time again.

"I don't… I really can't…" Shuichi bit his lip. He faltered and lowered his gaze back. "I came for… uh, that medicine, the one for fever and coughing."

Every second Kaito didn't answer, Shuichi's anxiety further spiked, thinking he'd said something wrong, when finally he heard, "…Any other symptom?" And quickly shook his head in response. "Alright. The meds are right behind you though, so you might, uh, wanna move."

Shuichi was quick to do as instructed. He stepped back, flattened himself against the furthest corner and held his breath as a gigantic hand reached in his cramped his little space. The image of that hand reaching to him to snatch him in a fist was all too clear in his mind. He was capable of that, Kaito could snatch him in the air all nonchalant and teasing in attempt to force him to warm up and trust the human. And even if Shuichi cried and begged in that hand, he would certainly not be lowered, instead brushed off or comforted a hundred feet above ground in a cramped fist. Thankfully, none of that happened, and Kaito only handed him out a pill and gave an odd glance at the tense tiny person and his rapidly rising and falling chest.

Shuichi took careful steps towards the outstretched hand. He snatched the pill up, and immediately retreated back to his corner despite the hand backing out just as fast. With the last bit of courage he had left after the exchange, he was able to look up to the human in the eyes and wheeze out, "Thank… you…" sounding like he was on the verge of fainting.

"Dude, are you okay?" He couldn't blame Kaito for his worry. Shuichi could only imagine the pallor of his face and the terrified grimace on it. He didn't need his sympathy though, all he needed was to go back into the walls and back to safety immediately. He opened his mouth to answer, but couldn't force anything out, so he silently nodded.

For a second, Shuichi thought he saw Kaito's shoulders drop and his expression shift. But when he blinked, he only found the giant smiling brightly down at him with a puffed out chest. Kaito took a pills bottle he'd left on the sink, and Shuichi absently wondered if his grandparents were sick again.

" 'Kay, I'll be leaving then. But Shuichi, if you ever get lonely and wanna hang out or anything," he brought a hand to pat his chest, "The luminary of the stars is always here for you!" And he spun around with a small wave, his jacket flowing behind him almost like a cape as he left. No matter the fear, the stress, the wariness, and even if Shuichi was left faintly trembling, Kaito's boisterous attitude and his heroic title still would never fail to make the tiny boy crack a smile.

#Shuichi Saihara #kaito momota #saimota #tiny!shuichi #giant!Kaito #danganronpa #ndrv3 #gt #gtronpa #ask #request #writing

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Sherlock BBC Mycroft “Her Love”

Summary - Mycroft and you have always competed with one another since as early as university; you hated each other, but only on the outside. Life moved on as everyone separated into their own lives and jobs, but one particular day you meet him again. After a certain set of events, you end up rescuing him, and what happens after that is untold.

Warnings - none, not sure

A/N - hola! second story from a break hope everyone is healthy and happy and chilling. Make sure to eat well, workout, and relax :) its literally summer! But anyways enjoy this story and send me some more requests as i am getting through them. (this one was a request and i loved it sm)

Years ago in University

You enter the Criminal Justice classroom and sit near the bottom of the high set of seats. You adjust yourself into a comfortable position and pull your books out. You hadn’t even opened one of them yet. You didn’t need to. After a handful of students walked in, the professor does too.

“Good morning. How is everybody today?” The professor asked. He swiftly pulled out his papers and began scribbling on the board. The students mumbled a polite answer. You turned your head to the side and met the devilish grazing eyes of Mycroft Holmes. He eyed you suspiciously and you returned it, but quickly darted his eyes back to the front after a second of contact. You smiled and shook your head. He thought he was better than you, but he wasn’t, and he knew it. Even if he didn’t, you would constantly make him know.

“Okay, a little different approach here today, class. You all recall that last case study we were working on, I assume? We touched up on it a few days ago. Refresh yourselves quickly on the complexity of the case. It continues today. I will be discussing and asking all of you questions. Remember, you’re the top of the top here.”

You narrowly turned your head to glance at Mycroft. His attention was focused on the professor. He didn’t blink.

“What was the intent of the murder?” The professor asked.

“Maternal revenge,” you spat out, barely after the question was out of his mouth. The professor nodded at you and continued on. The class was a breeze.

“What was the initial thought of the victim walking in the room?”

“To arm himself yet not be disguised. He wanted to hide but only wished to in his mind. He chose to ponder about slowly to his demise,” Mycroft rapidly spoke.

You rolled your eyes. After a dozen more questions that rotated between you and Mycroft, the class was over. You abruptly stood up and walked out of the classroom near the exit of the building. You heard Mycroft walking behind you. You didn’t speak or say anything to him. He walked outside with you and finally matched up to your speed.

“You think you’re better than me.” Mycroft said.

You laughed. “I am.”

“You see that’s the problem. I am superior and I will always be. Just simply stop trying.”

“You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

---Years Later-----

Your alarm not so peacefully woke you up from your tranquil slumber. You shifted your body closer to the side of your bed to read those bright red numbers you despised.

6:00

You groaned, practically tripping over nonexistent items as you walked to your bathroom. You quickly brushed your teeth and pulled together your hair. Soft strands of hair rested over your shoulder. Feeling more awake, you hopped to your closet and ran your hands along the minimalist cashmere and silk clothes that you owned. You pulled out a a pair of black trousers and a cream colored blouse. You paired it with a black blazer. As you stepped infront of the long mirror in the corner of your room, your eye caught the morning sun’s reflection off the glass of your diplomas and recognitions. A silver heart for bravery was pinned to the wall next to glass encovered cases as well as colored ribbons signifying your criminal investigation awards. You smiled to yourself in the mirror. This was who you were.

After applying a light wave of makeup over your features you slipped on a pair of dark heels and your purse. You skipped down the steps as if you were wearing sneakers and stepped near the curb to call for a cab. One came speeding by and you jumped in.

“Manchester Station.”

After a pleasant speedy drive halfway through the city of Manchester, the cab slowed down to a stop. You tipped the man and stepped out of the car, walking up to the long set of cream steps. You swiftly walked through the door, manuvering your body through the bustling people. You walked up the main steps to get to your office. As you walked down the hallway you glanced in one of the glass-walled offices. You saw one of your partners, James with a phone pressed up to his ear, lightly scribbling notes. He noticed you and offered a warm smile to which you returned. You passed a few other colleagues on your way to the office to whom you waved at. As soon as you opened your door you practically collapsed. As much as you loved being a detective, being in the office for a mere hour was enough to kill you. Being on the streets and in the action was what provided you with the vigor and stamina to which you live your life now. Picking yourself back up, you went over to your coffee machine and started a cup. A few seconds later, you heard a knock at your door accompanied with the sound of the door swinging open. You turned your head to see Paul and Lauren, another close colleague, standing there.

“Deduce me!” They both shouted, giggling. This wasn’t a new thing. Multiple times a day they would ask you this. It felt good. You were born like this. You could tell them a thousand things they would never think twice about. You picked up your coffee and locked eyes with Paul. Your eyes moved down and up and left and right, absorbing and understanding his movements and attire and his face. The face told a lot.

“You didn’t eat today. You were wearing a dark shirt but promptly changed it after a minute. You recently talked to your family; they are warm and welcome which is new and refreshing for you.”

Paul scoffed. “Amazes me everytime.”

“My turn!” Lauren exclaimed.

You proceeded to look at her, but Lewis, the “head man” of your department suddenly walked in the door. His face was tense and his actions followed along. Your body stiffened and you were alert.

“We’re going to London. Now.” He said, promptly rushing away. You swigged your coffee and walked out of the doorway. Paul and Lauren jogged to their offices. You caught Lewis running down the hallway. Something was wrong. Something was going on. You ran after him.

“Lewis, when are we leaving? Why are we going to London?” You asked.

He stopped momentarily and caught his breath. “Important case. The govenment. We’re leaving now. We’ll take my car. Paul will drive with Lauren. We need to go now. It’s at least a 4 hour drive.” He grabbed your arm lightly and you ran off with him.

“Why do they ask for us?”

Lewis chuckled. “For you mainly. Like I said, hard case, but not a challenging one. One that requires only the intelligent.”

You couldn’t believe it. You ran down the steps and hopped into the shotgun seat of Lewis’s car. He ran inside and ignited the key, promptly speeding away. Thoughts rushed through your head quickly. You’ve only been in England for a few years yet you have never been to London. Why, you ask? You didn’t have the slightest clue.

Lewis sped at least ten miles above the speed limit on the highway, causing your heart to race out of excitement. You could just taste it.

“Did you get any case background?” You asked.

Lewis shook his head. “It’s highly contained. From my time here, I’m only guessing its something technological.”

“Linked with something physical.” You said.

He nodded. “You’ll do it. You’re the best we have. The best anyone would have.”

You smiled at him. You weren’t nervous, you were ready. It was about time.

3 hours later from excessive speeding

Lewis’s car stopped in front of an immensely tall building covered with blue glass windows. You had no idea what this was. Secret Service? Most likely.

You walked with Lewis to the front door and met a plethora of guards. You both showed your badges and after a few phone calls made from the guards and nodds of respect, you walked inside. The inside was captivating. Everything was modernized and the surfaces reflective. Tall, powerful figures moved about. Lewis and you walked up the main steps.

“They’re meeting us on the second floor. I wouldn’t be so sure where.” He said, turning left and right.

You knew where from looking at the room. “In here. Should we wait?”

“No need to.” A stern voice said from behind you and Lewis. You turned your head and gazed up to a young tall man. His eyes were tired but his spirit was strong. He was a lower tier colleague of almost no status.

“It’s over here,” he said, leading you to the next hallway over. The flooring plan suddenly changed and led up to an even larger glass room full of guards on each corner of the premicise. The man walked up to the door and opened it for you and Lewis. You walked inside, eyeing every single thing you could. You saw four men and an older woman standing near the window, holding papers and chattering visciously.

The man who just led you in coughed and everyone turned around. A short man burst out from the group and said, “We’ve been expecting you. We apologize for the short notice. I’m sure you understand the gravity of the situation.”

“We understand. We know you couldn’t provide the information over phone. Everything is as planned.” Lewis said.

The man looked worried and nodded to him. He turned his attention to you. When he did so, his face untensed and his eyes relaxed. He held out his hand to you.

“You, Miss, we’ve heard nothing but good.”

You shook his hand and he quickly cut loose from the courtesy.

“We must get to the case. Please, sit down.” He motioned. The four other people sat around the table and you sat next to Lewis on one side. The head of the table was missing. The chair, idle. You wondered who sat there.

“There’s professional hacking done. Televisions abruptly stopping and transferring to messages. Murders....with......banks......robbing......aquiesced with no hesitation.........killers............terrorists...”

You zoned in and out of the words being spoken. You had the whole concept down in about two minutes. The rest wasn’t vital information for you.

The short man faced you. “We need you to crack codes and primarily investigate a mansion in the countryside. He worked for the govenrment, he was up here. Killed. I’m sure it will take you time to understand why and how he was murdered, but you have time.”

You tried not to scoff. You could get it done without even being there. They underestimate you.

“(Y/N), is good at this. She’s a star in computer programming. Give her any computer, she’ll have all the codes and passwords lied out for you in minutes.” Lewis said.

“I understand that. However actions are key here. There was a reason we called you. Lewis, you’ll stick with our management and analysis now. I see you have two other detectives, they can branch out to the banks and such with our other teams.”

Suddenly the large glass doors swung open. You didn’t turn around to look, but you knew it was the head of the table, whoever that was.”

“Sir, I ran through the prerequisites and plan with them. We start today with this team.” The man said. You looked down at your legs and across to the window, endlessly bored.

“Yes, you told me who you would bring. A girl? You insisted she was....good? I didn’t get a chance to read over the folder.”

That voice sounded familiar

“Why, yes, Mr. Holmes, she’s right here. (Y/N).”

Your heart dropped. You knew that name. You whipped your head to the head of the table and met the surprised eyes of Mycroft Holmes. You locked eyes, trying to understand.

“Mr. Holmes, (Y/N), is everything....?” The man asked.

“Everything is well, Thomas. I personally knew (Y/N) a handful of years ago. University.” He said.

You smiled and nodded your head.

“Right, now, we must all leave now. I have teams on numerous locations already.” He said, abruptly standing up. Everyone else rushed up and followed him out of the door. You couldn’t believe he was here. The head of this. The mastermind. You almost forgot about him, but you never forget intelligence.

You rushed out of the room to find him walking down the hall with two others. One was frantically talking into the phone. You walked up to Mycroft’s side.

“Where am I going?” You asked.

“With us. Helicopter pad is a floor up.”

You smirked, reading him and his actions. “You remember me?” You asked, looking up at him. He looked down at you and for a moment you knew he wanted to “intelligently insult” you, as both of you did in university before, but he smiled at you.

“Only the smartest I recall. You’re with us now. This will be a challenge for you.” He said. You skipped up the steps to the roof with him.

“I’ll be okay.” You said.

Mycroft stepped aside for you to enter the helicopter. He sat next to you and fixed his head gear. You placed your headsets on and Mycroft gave a signal for the pilots to go. You’ve only been inside a helicopter a few times and each time you enjoyed the rush and looking down upon the city and countryside from afar.

Mycroft tapped your arm and motioned to look at his window. You moved over to his side and looked down on the ground.

“This is the countryside. The man who we’re investigating lives...right there,” he said, pointing to a charming large cream colored mansion. Well manicured bushes and trees surrounded it. You quickly took in all the visible exits and windows and doors.

“How did someone get inside with all of that security?” You asked, raising your voice to shield against the loudness of the helicopter.

He looked at you, but didn’t speak. “That’s what we must figure out. The answers are there, but not in plainsight.”

The helicopter began lowering and then softly landed on the grass, causing ripples through the field. You took your headsets off and hopped out after Mycroft. He waited for you by his side and began walking to the back door.

He turned his body towards you and stopped, pulling something out of his pocket. A gun.

“You might need this. Preparation. You know the deal.” He handed it to you. You stuffed it in your waistline hook. Mycroft opened the door and walked inside with you. Naturally, you scanned the proximities and let your mind do the thinking. After walking a few feet you gained a handful of valuable information from this. He continued into a grand lobby area and there on the ground near the main steps lay a body. You quickly walked up to it and intricately studied it. Nothing hit your mind initially, but you felt something coming.

“Shot in the chest. Took him out after a few minutes of heavy bleeding.” Mycroft said.

“He was dying before that.”

“What?”

“Poison. Intentional.”

“Who did this?”

You thought hard and looked everywhere and anywhere. You knew this.

“He didn’t know them. A man. Young. He wore a biohazard suit and dealt with chemicals. He became terrified so he shot him.”

Mycroft folded his arms, still standing. “What was he going to do?”

“I can’t be certain, but probably something with acid.”

He raised his eyebrows and sighed. “I think you’re right. We’ll go through the house and examine more. When we’re done I’ll jot down all the evidence that you have about it.” He began walking up the steps. You ran up to him.

“What have you been up to?” You asked him.

He looked startled to hear the question, but accepted it. “Just being here and doing my job.” He was awkward like that.

“You like commanding people. I know that.”

He blushed and hung his head. “I know you do too.”

You laughed. “To an extent. This is my first time in London. I never knew about you. You seem important.”

He smiled. “I am.” Mycroft walked in a large bedroom, examining it. You walked to the other side of the house, going in and out of rooms, trying to make more sense of everything. You heard Mycroft mumbling on the phone. He changed a lot and certainly became more mature. Initially, you doubted it was even him. You bent down and looked under beds, carpets, inside drawers and desks and closets. Nothing was alarming too you.

Slam

You stopped in your tracks and kept silent. You heard a door hardly slam from the other side of the house where Mycroft was. Something was wrong. You quietly stepped into the hallway and walked slowly across to the door. As you grew nearer, you heard shuffling and a low voice.

Your heart dropped. Someone was nearby. You didn’t speak, but you placed your hands on the door knob, slowly turning it open. You swiftly moved your body through the narrow opening and bent down next to the wall to listen. You had your hand on your gun, prepared.

Then you heard someone else’s gun click.

You knew someone had Mycroft. Slowly, you crept your head near the corner to see. You pulled your gun out and slowly peeked your head out. There he was, a stranger, standing above Mycroft with a gun pointed at him and blood running from his head. He suddenly looked at you and shot in your direction. You ducked down and came out of hiding, effortlessly shooting at the man. You aimed for his head and squinted your eyes involuntarily. You rolled around on the floor, barely missing his shots. After your first miss, you shot a bullet directly in his head. He fell down.

You ran to Mycroft and took his hands.

“Are you alright?” You asked, squeezing his hands.

He nodded. “You saved my life.”

You smiled. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

He shook his head. “Thank you.” You locked eyes with him and shared a moment of pleasantness. It gave you time to think and look at how much he changed. Never would you ever think in many years to come that you would save your past rivalry. You shifted your focus over to the body lying on the floor, blood pooling around his head. Mycroft noticed your dismay and touched your shoulder, offering you comfort.

“We should leave.” He said. “I think this case is closed.”

He stood up and walked out with you. “I hear you’re good with computers.”

You stepped inside a bathroom and grabbed a small town on a hanger and threw it to Mycroft for his head. “More or less. I can teach you some things.” You walked down the steps with him and across the long lobby. He put his arm around your shoulders and you grabbed his hand, enjoying the moment.

“We should catch up.” He said.

“Dinner tonight?”

“Couldn’t be any better.”

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lovelyparkers · 4 years

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set it up

summary: two overworked superhero teenagers decide to drive two pushy adults in their life together so they can get a break. but it doesn't exactly go to plan. 4.7k+ words

warnings: swearing duh, angst, fluff, superhero!reader, pepperony!! romanoff!reader ps i hope no one has done this before. follows the movie 'set it up'

"come on y/n, keep it up, don't hold back."

you were in the compound's gym, breathless, just wanting some water, and pepper was still pushing you to your limit. and not to mention you were sparring nat. and she was extremely tricky.

"pepper i think she's beat," nat shouted.

pepper sighed, "alright alright. go get cleaned up and meet me in my office."

pepper left the room leaving you and nat on the mat. she held out a hand to life you up off the sweaty ground after slamming you down on it.

"jeez, she ever gonna give me a break?" you groaned out and you were pulled to your feet.

"i doubt it sis. she's so tense lately. i think it's tony."

"tony?"

nat side eyed you, "oh please. the tension between them is almost unbearable. they should just get together already. but they don't wanna hear it."

"so why is she taking it out on me," you cried.

"you know she wants you to protect yourself," your older sister shrugged, "but yeah she's really tough on you."

she took a long sip of water before continuing and throwing you a towel, "i'm telling you, it's tony."

"interesting."

later that night

you were now freshened up and heading to pepper's office, which never meant good. you trudged through the door, legs weak and tired.

"sit," pepper said.

"what now? it's almost midnight."

"i need you to run down to the lab and pick up some paper work for me," pepper held up a finger as you were about to speak, "and before you complain, it's concerning your new suit."

your eyes brightened real quick. new suit eh? you started to nod before getting up to head to the elevator lobby.

"oh and y/n?"

you turned to face pepper once again.

"take the stairs, good for that stamina."

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"i need you to go upstairs and get me some paperwork from pepper, and take the stairs!"

"but mr stark-"

"just go pete, you know how much i get on pep's nerves."

peter sighed and ran out of the lab to the big back staircase to run up to pepper's office. at the same time you were running down the stairs and collided with peter.

"ah!"

you fixed your hair after the impact, "geez you sure have a high pitched scream for a teenage boy peter."

"hey!" he whines and pouted his lip.

"sorry bout that. where you headed?"

"pepper's office. mr. stark is being so tough on me lately. like i cant get a break."

"yep same here. they should just get together already."

"what?"

but you were already making your way downstairs to answer peter.

when you got to the lab tony was in there looking down at a desk doing something with his many computers.

"y/n," he greeted you, not even looking up to know it was you.

"just here to grab some papers," you walked over to the stack tony started pointing at.

"thank you," and you walked out with out saying another word.

you trudged back up the many flights of stairs only to come face to face with a very slow moving peter doing the same.

"hey again," he whispered, "i'm so tired."

"me too," you sighed, "meet me in my room for hot chocolate in 20."

"sure."

and you continued to pass by each other until you arrived at your expected places. when you reached pepper's office, you plopped the papers onto a chair before noticing she wasn't even sitting there. but there was a yellow post it note that read

went to sleep, we will go over it later.

"she really doesn't know when to quit, huh," you spoke to yourself. at least you would get some rest with it now being past midnight. you walked slowly down the same, long hallway to your room. when you walked in you plugged in your keurig brewer on your nightstand and popped in some hot chocolate cups for you in peter. while it was heating you got on some comfy pyjamas and threw your sweaty work out clothes in the hamper. seconds later peter walked into your room in his pyjamas.

"that was quick?"

"yeah well i took the elevator up here instead."

you looked at him for a few seconds before saying, "nice."

you gave peter the first cup.

"gosh y/n thank you so much."

"of course," you started brewing your cup while peter got under your bed covers as per usual.

"if you spill that i will literally beat you up."

"i won't!"

"you said that last time and remember what happed?"

he looked down into his mug, "yeah."

"it's okay i trust you this time."

you joined peter in bed and turned on Superstore, one of your favourite shows to watch together at night. after many episodes and a whole mug of hot chocolate, peter looked at you with drowsy eyes. you turned to him with a face of confusion.

"what?"

"nothing, just thinking about what you said earlier. about pepper and mr. stark."

"yeah! what if we actually got them together? like, set them up. then they would be too busy with each other to push us around and we get more free time."

"i mean, i don't know. i wouldn't wanna get in any trouble with mr. stark. i'm trying to get him to see me as a partner rather than a protégé ya know."

"oh come on! you don't think i want that with pepper too? but for real. we need a break."

"yeah but- i don't know. i'm going to bed," peter stuttered before pulling up the blanket over his head and falling asleep beside you.

you sighed, "everytime."

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the next morning you woke up peter was gone, which gave you time to devise a spreadsheet for your plan. you typed away at your laptop for a little over an hour before you were supposed to be up to train with pepper. once you were finished you bolted to peter's room where he was sitting at his desk, unaware of your presence.

"peter!" you yelped, shoving the computer in his face. he jumped.

"gosh don't do that! how are you so quiet you move like a prius."

"whatever. look. it's everything we know about tony and pepper, literally everything. we can control theirs schedule too! in order to set them up. we have to keep getting them in the same room, break the tension, and get them to date!"

"that's crazy," he responded.

"i think it's a great idea, just- just think about please? for me?"

peter shook his head and in a mocking voice said, "no."

peter got up and left the room, probably headed to tony's side. meanwhile you headed to pepper's office. you walked in to see the bin full of papers and blueprints, for your suit.

"what's going on?"

"i hate those designs tony did! i need something fresh and different!"

"well i might have a design!"

"what?"

"well i have one in mind i haven't actually worked it out yet but-"

"just go meet your sister in the gym."

you nodded your head and headed to the gym to meet up with nat.

"parker!"

peter jumped up at hearing tony yell his name upon entering the lab.

"y-yes?"

"where were you last night? i was looking for you?"

peter's eyes widened, "oh i was with y/n sir."

"y/n? huh."

"mhm."

"anyways get up. we're going for a swing. well not really i'll be trying to take you down while you try to swing."

oh gosh, peter thought. this week had already been so much on him. and now he was gonna get beat up by tony.

later at night peter practically crawled to your room, bursting in and flat out saying, "i'm in."

you smiled. your plan was about to go in full motion.

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"okay so we need a meet cute!"

"a...what?"

"like when two people meet before they fall in love," you said while walking through the city the next afternoon with peter.

"but they already met? they've known each other for years!"

"i know but like, what if we got them stuck in an elevator together, break the tension."

"hmm yeah i guess. ya know ned is really good with that stuff. we could ask him!"

"perfect! call him right now."

in the tower basement

"so, what's in it for me?"

peter held up a hat.

"a new hat?"

"okay i'll do it."

ned was now messing around with some circuit board in order to shut down the elevator once pepper and tony were both on it. you told pepper to meet you in the lab and peter told tony to meet him at the gym, a way both of them will get on the elevator together, unknowingly.

you guys watched the security cameras, pointing out when pepper stepped on the elevator, immediately taking out her phone and check emails. seconds late the elevator stopped a floor down, and tony got on.

"miss potts."

"tony."

tony pulled out some sunglasses to put on, though he was currently in an elevator. just as ned was about to shut down the elevator, thor walked in.

"damnit! what's thor doing?!" you yelled.

"should i still go?" ned asked.

"i don't know y/n! just go ned," peter said, meaning for ned to leave because the plan had failed. but ned didn't catch that and pushed a button stopping the elevator.

"what just happened," thor asked pepper and tony.

"the elevator shut down, point break," tony replied.

"oh my, i do not like that, this is why i take the stairs!"

"ned! what did you do?"

"peter said go!"

"peter!"

"y/n!"

you groaned, "just fix it ned!"

ned pushes the button. nothing. then again. nothing.

"um it's not working," ned said worriedly.

"shit," you and peter yelled in unison.

meanwhile pepper pressed the security call button in the elevator, thor was hugging tony's leg and tony was calling someone.

"who could you possibly be calling?" pepper asked.

"a mechanic?" tony replied.

"that's what the call button is for!"

"you really think security is gonna fix this?"

"yes!"

after messing with the circuits and buttons a few minutes later, the elevator finally moved again.

"oh, thank goodness!" thor yelled.

pepper left the elevator to head to the lab leaving tony and thor behind.

you shook your head, "well, that went fantastic."

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"do you think tony likes the yankees?" you asked peter later that night.

"yeah, he likes baseball, when it's business related."

"okay, perfect. what if we buy two tickets next to each other for pepper and tony to meet 'business' people, but they actually just sit together?"

peter looked at you in confusion, "why?"

you smirked, "trust me! i know a guy! plus i already bought the tickets," you pulled four tickets out of your pocket, "two for us too!"

next day at the game

you and peter arrived at the yankee stadium, you meeting him at your way far back almost last row seats wearing yankee's merch. tony was in his first class seat up front already, and you expected pepper to be there soon.

"y/n! where have you been! the game started."

"okay so i had to talk to my guy, and then i got distracted by the gift shop and bought this hat and jacket which was really expensive but i don't care i over dicked it."

peter was confused, once again, "you- what?"

"you know, i over dicked around?"

"no?"

"whatever," you squinted trying to see tony in his seat way far away and notice pepper walking up, "ooh! look there's pepper!"

pepper walked up and sat one seat over from tony, "really are you my business partner?"

tony scoffed, "no, i'm meeting some dude, goes by peterson."

oh if only you heard that fake name peter made up.

"whatever, guess they're late."

after an inning or two the jumbo screen lit up all pink with lip prints, the kiss cam.

you started jumping out of your seat, "yes! yeah! here we go!"

peter looked embarrassed, "so this was your plan?"

"yup, i knew my guy would come through."

"really curious how you know this guy."

"eh, long story."

the kiss cam floated around a few times before finding tony and pepper.

"ladies and gentlemen, tony stark and pepper potts!" the announcer belted out.

"woooo!!!" you shouted.

pepper just waved the camera off and tony put his hat on. the camera was on them for a solid 17 seconds before moving on and nothing happening.

"oh c'mon!" you jumped out of your seat once again, mad and passionate.

a few people kissed and the camera went back on tony and pepper. people starting chanting 'kiss!' and pepper again waved off the camera before just leaning over and kissing tony's cheek very quickly. tony smiled.

"what?! booo!" you yelled followed by the audience. the next inning started up but the kiss cam wasn't done yet. your guy new he wouldn't quit till that kiss happened. and again cheers of 'kiss' erupted from the stands. tony moved a seat over next to pepper now, take off his hat and sunglasses. pepper was now smiling, finally giving in. tony leaned over and kissed pepper for like two seconds. at the same time the batter up hit an out of park home run. everyone was cheering. you and peter were probably the loudest. you jumped and screamed and peter screamed and you jumped into his arms hugging him before screaming again. after the game was over you two headed back to the compound.

"well, would you look at that! your plan worked."

"heck yeah it did! they are gonna have an 'and yet' moment. i know it."

"a...what?"

"you know. i hate you because blah blah...and yet i love you more."

"oh, so now what," peter asked while standing next to you on the subway.

"we wait!"

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the next morning you woke up bright and early to meet pepper at the gym. you were all ready to be brutally challenged and exhausted. yet she wasn't there. after sitting on the gym floor, you phone rang—pepper.

"y/n, take the day off, we'll talk later tonight."

"okay!" you said, but she already hung up.

you jumped up off the floor running to peter's room to tell him the news. you didn't even knock and just walked in on a shirtless, terrified peter, shocked from your sudden presence.

"y/n!" he whisper-yelled before pulling on a shirt.

"guess what?"

"what?"

"i got the day off! i'm literally going to do nothing!"

"yeah? tony just called me saying he won't be around today."

"huh? look at that. i bet they are together! and we get our lives back!"

peter tilted his head to the side, "well you know our lives consist of being superheroes so there really is no day off."

you sighed, "you know what peter, i'm going to watch movies on netflix all day. you're free to join me but don't bring that attitude. we deserve a day off."

you ruffled his hair making him blush before running back to your room, ready to change into some sweats instead of work our clothes and a full day in bed, hopefully peter joining you. spoiler alert: he did.

"so, what should we watch?"

"killing eve!"

"that sounds...violent," peter said.

"well, yeah it is. but you're gonna love it! let's watch!"

"okay!"

after finished two seasons of killing eve, you and peter were out of it, completely exhausted from doing nothing, and were dead asleep. you got food and drinks along the way but now it was late and why not sleep. you never get days off.

the next morning you and peter were startled awake by a loud knock on the door.

"peter i know you're in there! it's training time let's go!"

it was tony.

peter didn't move. but you were now wide awake. you got up off of peter's stomach where you fell asleep and nudged him and poked his face. he still didn't move.

"peter!" you screamed really close to his face.

his immediate reaction was to jump up and grab you.

"WHAT?!"

you were now very uncomfortable in peter's arms, "um tony said he wants you to go to the gym for training."

he let go of you before saying, "oh okay."

he left your room with a little smile and wave while you got dressed for the day to meet pepper in her office. she wasn't there yet so you sat waiting for her. and when she finally walked in, you said,

"hey pep! where've you been?"

"i was with someone, thank you."

"ooo who?"

"frankly, that's none of your business, y/n."

"was it tony?"

pepper looked at you with wondering eyes, "how did you know?"

you were in deep shit, "i- uh the...thor told me!"

"whatever," pepper sighed, "so about the suit..."

"so parker, what's with y/n? you weren't in your room this morning so i knew you'd been in hers," tony said winking, while sparring with peter.

"i- it's nothing mr. stark," peter groaned out.

"uh huh."

"anyways, big gala tonight!"

"what," peter deadpanned.

"yup, pepper and i planned it together last night. you know, she's a great woman."

"kinda last minute but okay."

"bring y/n, alright. be a gentleman. 5 pm sharp, main room."

"okay, i will!"

tony tricked peter out getting him square in the abdomen. it didn't hurt, but still.

"haha, gets distracted with the girl on the mind. go freshen up it's already 1. caterers are on their way."

"sure sure," peter was out of breath and sweaty. he slowly walked to his room ready for a cold shower. he ran into you on the way there, also sweaty.

"hey."

"hey parker. pepper just made me run 18 blocks! i'm literally dying! but hey! last minute gala tonight! wow!"

peter laughed, "yeah, yeah. anyways go with uh, with me?"

you laughed now, "yeah of course. duh."

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you and peter showed up to the gala dead at 5pm. peter was wearing some black dress pants and a white button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. meanwhile, you wore a black romper with white detailing. the others were dressed head to toe in luxury, fancy dresses, tuxedos, million dollar diamonds and what not.

"wow, okay. we are way underdressed," you said shocked.

"yeah," peter nervously chuckled.

you and peter decided to head over to the hors d'œuvres. delicious and expensive. you two stuffed your faces until literally full and exploding and decided to find your sister to bother.

you sneaked up behind her, peter following suit. she had on a black and red dress, of course. you ran and jumped on her back screaming,

"NAT ATTACK!"

nat immediately pulled you off her and put you in a loose head lock. when she saw it was just you, she let go. still drawing attention to you two. and peter was just nervously standing a few feet away.

"y/n what the hell!"

you pointed to peter, "he said to!"

peter threw his hands up while nat gave him a look.

"i know it wasn't you peter. i know my sister."

he dropped his arms and sighed, not wanting to get beat up by natasha.

"go bother someone else, i'm talking," nat whispered to you.

"okay," you whispered back.

you and peter were lousy and out of it from all the food you ate, and yet you developed a craving for pizza.

"peter?"

"yeah?"

"let's go get pizza right now!"

"okay!"

and now you and peter left the compound to find a cheap little pizza joint, your favourite. it was $5 for a pizza. yikes. but you liked it. on the way back, you and peter were dancing around and laughing, holding the warm pizza. you snuck in through a secret back door only the avengers knew about to avoid the crowd. you successfully made your way up and up to the rooftop to enjoy your pizza.

you and peter sat and began to eat the pizza while gazing out over the city.

"this is so good," you cried out.

"yeah."

"like, so good," you looked at peter who was still looking at you. you continued eating your slice. then you were just staring at each other and time painfully stopped.

you stared at each other a little too long.

"um, i should go. it's getting late. early day tomorrow."

peter shook out of his trance, "oh yeah of course. take some for the road," he said holding out the box, getting two more pizzas for you.

"fold it crust side out. i'm a lady."

peter laughed, "sure y/n, sure."

you waved and left to the elevator with your pizza to go. peter sat on the roof and finished it, thinking about you.

two weeks later after everything going smoothly

"let's go parker! we need to fight!"

"what?"

"you heard me!"

tony sounded furious. he practically charged at peter in the gym.

"mr. stark, what's going on?"

"pepper and i, are done."

peter's eyes widened, "what happened?!"

"adult stuff you wouldn't understand. get out of here."

"but you just said-"

"out."

peter left to go find you.

"you know, tony didn't deserve me. i'm a much more mature woman. a man like him doesn't deserve me."

"you're right. get it girl!"

pepper gave you a questioning look before finishing, "he's a man child. doesn't know how to please a woman."

she walked out of the office before returning again, "and you know what, maybe i'm better off being independent."

you nodded and she walked off again. you started to walk away before the door opened.

pepper began to talk again, "but i did love him. but he's crazy!"

she finally left and finished her rant, giving you time to think. maybe this was a bad idea. you knew pepper meant no harm to you and just wanted you to be safe and strong and independent. she really cared for you. and you liked working with her. she was a great mentor in reality.

oh god, this was a bad idea.

you had to find peter.

you ended up running into him in the hallway of living quarters.

"peter!"

"y/n thank gosh. i ran here! they broke up! we have to fix this or we will never hear the end of it."

"no no no! we can't keep tricking them like this."

"what do you mean? they were falling in love!"

"yeah," you yelled, "because of us! if they want to fall in love it should be on their own terms, not just because we are forcing them to for our benefit. that's not right."

"yeah but think about how much free time we have had! we can literally do anything we want!"

"come on! you know training is actually good for us. i didn't realise it until now. but really we messed up."

"but if tony and pepper aren't together then i will never get to be tony's partner. i will always just be the protege. he's so mad since they broke up. he will never let me live it down."

you scoffed, "see it's just that. you're just too focused on being on tony's level and becoming tony that you're choosing to be a piece of shit."

peter took a step closer to you, "oh yeah, and what about you. you designed a suit. or at least tried. but you gave up because you can't commit. just like this plan. if you just stuck to something for once, maybe pepper would pay more attention."

you shook your head. that was a low blow.

"you know what. do what you want. i'm done. this is over."

you walked away, and immediately peter felt regret. terrible, horrible, regret. he fucked up.

"y/n."

you were already outta there.

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peter walked back to the training room to find tony and pepper laughing.

"h-hey guys. what's going on?"

"oh, we just sorted out our differences. i think we can make this work. with time, healing, and honesty," pepper said softly, grabbing tony's hand.

"anyways, partner," tony began, "care to join me for dinner?"

"me?" peter asked shocked.

"yeah you've earned it. let's go. tomorrow night."

tomorrow

so peter was now sat in a mega fancy steak house in manhattan with tony. tony ordered him the most expensive meal and they sat eating together. but peter was troubled. over you. he texted and called you a million times that day and during the drive. and you didn't answer once. the moment he sat down in tony's fancy car he realised he fucked up and should've listened to you. you can push people together, but they have to fall in love themselves; not by force.

and he only realised that now.

"this," tony said referring to the steak, "is fantastic. best meal i've ever had."

peter looked down at his phone. still nothing from you.

"best meal i've ever had was a $5 pizza on a rooftop," peter whispered.

"what?"

"i gotta go."

peter got up and left the restaurant leaving tony to enjoy two meals.

meanwhile at the compound

"so y/n. show me these suit designs you have."

"oh, um i really only have one that i worked on all night. it's fresh and not very finished but," you said handed over the papers to pepper.

"no, no i think these are great," pepper replied as she scanned the sheets, "inspired by your sister, yes?"

"mhm. and a little bit of...peter."

"mmm, lovers quarrel."

"what? no!"

"i see how you two act together."

"whatever."

pepper got an alert on her phone that peter entered through the secret back entrance. and an idea popped in her head.

"y/n, go up to my bedroom and get the other sheets off my night stand. i think if we combine our designs, we can make a great suit. teamwork," she smiled.

"okay," you grinned.

you were about to head for the stairs when pepper stopped you, "take the elevator."

so you were now off to pepper's room to get the papers and peter was running in the main lobby almost straight into pepper.

"she's in the living quarters."

peter nodded and ran up the stairs to get to you.

you were now leaving peppers room, holding both your designs and pepper's. peter spotted you in the hallway and slowed down. you were too busy looking at the sheets to notice him until you were right in front of him.

"oh, hey. what are you doing here?"

"pepper told me you were up here."

"of course."

"so...look y/n i'm sorry. i shouldn't have acted the way i did. i know we messed up. we can't force two people together. but hey, they made up their differences. all this time i was just trying to get to tony's level and to get myself some rest. i didn't think about anyone else's feelings. and i didn't listen to yours. i'm so sorry. but if there's one thing i learned, they found what they like. and so did i. i like you. so much."

you smiled. he was sincere.

"you're not hard to get. you're hard to earn. and that's so much better."

"you're a dick. you don't understand half my references."

"what," peter was hella confused.

"and you snore really loud. like really loud."

peter now realised what you were doing.

"well y/n you're a sore winner. you're too loud and you're...you're too pretty," peter bit back.

you laughed.

peter laughed.

"and yet," you began.

"i still love you," he finished.

now it was silent. smiles being exchanged. then peter stepped forward to hold your cheek and press a soft kiss to your lips. you kissed him back. your lips moved in sync. then he pulled away, smiling oh so bright at you.

you laughed, coming to a realisation about pepper, "i guess in the end she was the one who set us up."

WOO! this was a long one. i really really enjoyed writing it, as it's based off my fave rom com on netflix starring zoey deutch and glen powell! i highly recommend. anyways i hope you all enjoy this! i love you all mwah love, juli <3

#peter parker imagine

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airlinewaifu · 5 years

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Dabi x Hero!Telepath!Reader

Okay, I typed this up while listening to sad music so its highkey angsty.

Word Count: 1694

Warnings: Physical Injury? (Not whump though), angst in general.

You let out a breath from your nose as you look back towards the now burning street after surviving a particularly nasty blow to the head.

It had started as a simple bank robbery, and had quickly began to spiral out of control as soon as you had seen the villain in charge.

"Hey! Y/H/N! Are you alright?"

It was Mount Lady who had gotten to you first, her eyes wide as Kamui Woods perched on her shoulder.

"The League's vanguard squad is getting more and more ballsy with their approach to recruitment." You wiped the back of your hand along your cheek, smearing a trail of blood and dirt from a brand new wound caused by your fall as your eyes searched for the League member who had literally shot you down.

You scanned the blue flames until- there!

Your eyes widened slowly and your vision blurred slightly at the edges as you recognized the man stepping out of the blue flames, patchwork, mottled skin sizzling with the scent of burning flesh.

He turned to look at you, your eyes locking with the villain’s and suddenly there was a wall of blue flames racing towards you as he reached his hand towards you, your eyes shut automatically as Mount Lady gave a cry, dodging the wall of fire, heading directly to you.

At least fire wasn't too bad of a way to go, you might be instantly vaporized with how hot this stuff was.

You opened your eyes as you realized you weren't burning alive.

The literally gigantic wall of blue flames had surrounded you in a display of sheer power.

But they had also separated you from the other heroes, isolating you and the lead villain, who was making his way towards you now.

Surely this villain was going to play some demented game with you, that could really only culminate in your death at this point.

Your vision swam after the recent blow to the head that had knocked you down, and you were still sitting on the pavement.

With each heavy step of his boots on the pavement you had grown frozen in place, your entire life up until now flashing before your eyes, one glaring failure standing above the rest.

You had never found the one man you had ever loved, after he had disappeared.

You had never found Touya Todoroki.

It had been so easy back in High School. UA was the cream of the crop and students were given every resource to succeed.

Being in the Hero course was tough.

But being a Hero would be tougher, so you worked hard and made friends.

It was so easy to fall for Touya Todoroki that it had almost happened before you knew it yourself. The boy was funny and a bit of a rebel, something you liked, and before long the two of you would be holed up in your abysmally tiny apartment your parents had paid for so you could be close to school.

Sometimes doing anything but schoolwork.

Touya had told you his secrets, how his abusive father had tortured him for being so strong and having one weakness, how his father had kept the Todoroki children’s mother a prisoner in their home, how Endeavour ignored two of Touya’s younger siblings because their quirks hadn't suited his needs, and maybe most heartbreaking of all, how his youngest brother had been born with the perfect combination and how Endeavour mercilessly trained and separated the young boy.

In turn, you had told Touya your secrets.

How you sometimes felt like having telekinesis was making you go crazy, all the inner voices of those around you playing like a never ending record in your head.

How sometimes you worried you would end up a villain.

It had been graduation night and after spilling out your fears and anxieties yet again you felt Touya pull you tighter to himself, his long arms wrapping around you, and right then Touya Todoroki promised he would never let you become a villain.

After high school Touya leaving your life had been a slow fade.

It took an entire summer, after he had told you his mom was moving out.

He would take longer to answer messages, miss a few calls, ignore a few snapchats from you.

You would lie in bed with all the curtains and blinds drawn in the wee hours of the morning, after your patrol. Being a Hero out of the spotlight wasn't easy. It meant having to be up late and patrol crappy neighborhoods.

It also meant you had been so busy that although you missed Touya with your entire heart when he wasn't there, you simply didnt have the energy to call him out on it and start a fight when he was.

It was easier to let him tell you he couldn't be with you and didn't want to hurt you.

It was easier to watch him pack what little items he kept at your place and leave.

It was easier to make excuses to your friends that he had just left you in the middle of the night, and disappeared without a trace.

It was easier to softly confess ignorance when former classmates who would ask you where Touya had gone.

It was easier to live with the lie that one day, he would come back for you.

You struggled to rise to your feet as the tall figure emerged from the flames and stretched his arms wide in front of you.

"Princess, what a surprise to see you here."

A chill went down your spine as the voice of Touya Todoroki called to you from the body of a Villain.

'Don't try it Princess, I know you'll be trying your old move of reading my thoughts to know my next move.' His thoughts were as clear as a bell as he crossed the now-battlefield.

You looked at the man who was now more inches from you.

He smirked and leaned down to speak softly into your ear,

"Now Princess, I need you to stay down. I wouldn’t want to put a mark on a pretty little thing like you.”

Your chest tightened as your mouth gaped open and shut a few times, words struggling to come out.

You had no comebacks.

No witty jokes.

The eyes of a man you had once harbored a love for now gazed at you from an unfamiliar face.

Your vision was starting to go hazy from the smoke around you, the heat pressing down on you like a heavy boot on your back.

You foggily realized that it wasn't the heat, but actually the boot of this villain, steadily and, surprisingly enough, rather gently pressing you down towards the charred pavement.

“T-touya? Why would you do this?” You coughed and gasped as soot floated towards you.

“I do what I want now, Princess, I have complete freedom,” The villain chuckled lowly as he crouched to look into your eyes, your vision starting to sting and blur, “Oh, and by the way, Touya Todoroki is dead. It’s Dabi now.”

You wrenched your eyes shut, tears flowing down your cheeks as your eyes tried to clear themselves of soot and ash, somewhere in the distance someone was calling out to you, another pro hero, hopefully.

“You’re still at that shitty apartment, right Princess? Maybe I’ll drop by sometime.”

Your eyes stayed closed as you felt your body start to go limp, the heat and earlier headwound finally catching up to you.

And then the world went dark.

Five Months Later -

You heard the door to your balcony click as Dabi entered your apartment, turning to look at you with passive turquoise eyes before he slid into the bathroom, pulling out antibiotic ointment and gauze.

You stood in the doorway to the kitchen, before padding down the hall and into the bathroom doorway.

Dabi’s eyes slid back to you as you reached for the gauze and guided him towards the bed.

You watched him perch on the bed, his jaw tensing as he tried not to look up at you and move his neck.

You had learned that this was his weakness, everytime Dabi used his powers he was burning his own skin off.

You breathed shallowly through your nose as you gingerly sat on his lap, dabbing at the skin on his neck with a wet cloth with a frown.

You wanted to say something.

You wanted to say so much.

But you didnt want to make Dabi run.

You finally had Touya back, sort of.

Dabi was quieter than Touya ever was, his previously never ending stream of jokes had run dry.

Dabi was much more serious.

So serious that you actually didnt think you had heard him crack a joke in the embarrassingly long period of time he had been coming over like this.

It was easy to fall into the pattern though.

Dabi would come over after a fight or really just whenever. You wouldn't ask any questions, just help him patch himself back together again, before spending the night together.

You finished wrapping the gauze around his hand and leaned back onto his lap, eyes scanning his frame for any untreated burns.

Without any warning, Dabi wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you towards him so that you were lying on his chest, his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"How long can we keep doing this?" It was Dabi who spoke first, arms tightening around your waist.

You were at a loss.

How long could you keep doing this?

You hadn't faced him in a fight since the first time you had encountered him after his 'transformation' and you knew that if you did you surely couldn't throw the battle just because you didnt want to hurt him.

You curled in closer to his body, willing time to stop outside of your apartment.

"I don't know."

The two of you stared up at the ceiling, bodies entangled despite the summer heat as you leaned into Dabi and closed your eyes before drifting off to sleep.

It was easier this way.

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thenamesseven · 5 years

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Warnings: Angst

Parked in front of your apartment Yugyeom gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were starting to get white. His hand still hurt from the punch he had previously threw to Jinyoung but the rage that kept flowing through his veins dulled the pain.

At first, when he had stopped driving and found himself staring at your apartment, the only thing going through his mind was he had to tell you about what Jinyoung was doing behind your back. He was so determined to do it, he truly felt like you needed to find out and kick Jinyoung's ass as much as you would like. That's why as soon as he saw you coming back from the supermarket, carrying a bunch of plastic bags and struggling a little thanks to your swollen belly, he literally ran out of the car.

"Here, let me help you"

His voice caught you off guard, you had been so deep in your own thoughts that you hadn't heard Yugyeom approaching you. You were a bit confused as to why he was here when he was supposed to be practicing with the rest of the group but since you were struggling to carry all the groceries bags by yourself you didn't complain one bit and allowed him to help you.

His bruised knuckles didn't go unnoticed. Sort of worried, you reached out a grabbed the hand of the younger male to stop him from hiding it "What happened? Did you get into a fight?" You frowned at your own words because, Yugyeom was such a sweet and gentle guy that you couldn't imagine him fighting with somebody.

Yugyeom, on the other hand, froze at your question. For some reason, the words 'Yeah, I punched Jinyoung' got stuck in his throat. Maybe it was because you looked so genuinely happy that he didn't want to be the one to ruin your day, maybe it was the fear that you wouldn't believe him since he didn't have any clues. Whatever it was, pushed Yugyeom to lie once again.

"I accidentally punched the wall practicing, nothing you need to worry about" He said quietly before he forced a small smile up to his lips "Nothing you need to worry about"

"Are you sure? It looks like it hurts" You muttered going up the stairs, Yugyeom let you go up first so in case you tripped or amything he could catch you.

"Ah, I'm fine, I'm fine" He insisted smiling, shaking his head "Geeze, I came here to check how you were doing not for you to take care of me"

"What can I say? I need to start practicing for when these two get out, after all you're the baby of the group" You loved teasing him about being the maknae. No matyer how tall he was or how muscular he was getting thanks to working out he would always be the baby of GOT7.

"If I had known this I wouldn't have helped you" He replied chuckling, carrying the plastic bags inside for you.

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Back in the practice room things weren't any better. Jaebum had dragged Jinyoung out of there to take a look at his lip in the infirmary, leaving the rest of the group alone and confused. The first one to break the silence was Jackson who was sitting on the floor against the wall, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

"Didn't know Yugyeom had it in him to punch one of us" It had meant to sound like a joke but it ended up sounding like a statement.

Mark who had been practicing by himself nodded quietly "You know he and (Y/N) are really good friends, he was the one that made Jinyoung and her meet"

Youngjae frowned "What do you mean?" He asked kind of confused, not really following what they were talking about.

Bambam, taking a seat next to Jackson, decoded to join the conversation "That if Jinyoung is really doing what Yugyeom was saying, Yugyeom might feel guilty for making them...Meet" Bambam sighed shaking his head, his eyes down onto the floor.

"I don't think he's doing it" Youngjae stepped up for Jinyoung, shrugging quietly as he turned to look at himself in the mirror "It doesn't make sense, why would you throw away a life next to your wife and future kids for a...Lover? Why risk everything to get in a scandal? He could even get fired"

"We sometimes just fuck up Youngjae" Jackson muttered looking at the other male "Jinyoung may have taken the wrong decision, thought he could hide it forever and look at us now"

"Do you think (Y/N) knows something?" Bambam asked feeling a bit concerned for you, he wasn't as close to you as Yugyeom but he was your friend.

"Wouldn't she have left him?" Mark asked in return

"She might know, like, she might sense something is wrong but her feelings are making her blind" Youngjae replied "She probably doesn't want to assume he's doing something without any proves" He turned again to face the other males "Something we should also do instead of punching each other"

"Where is Yugyeom anyways?" Bambam asked frowning, he had texted the maknae after Jaebum exited the practice room with him but he never replied.

Jackson sighed "Knowing him, he probably went to check on Lucy" He mumbled playing with the hem of his shirt "I really hope he doesn't say anything or do something stupid, it's not really his news to deliver"

"Yeah specially when we don't know if he's right or not" Youngjae reminded again.

"Dude, whatever he is doing, he is lying to her" Mark said frowning "Remember when she came to our dorms? Didn't she said Jinyoung was supposed to be in a meeting with Jaebum?"

"But Jaebum was there" Youngjae said frowning.

"Exactly" Mark smiled sarcastically "He also said he got late to (Y/N)'s ultrasound because he was with the choreographer but I overheard Yugyeom telling Jaebum the choreographer was with him that afternoon" All the guys' heads snapped up to look at Mark, he sighed frustrated leaning his head back against the wall.

"So I don't know if he's exactly cheating, which he probably is, but if he's not, whatever he is doing is not good because he doesn't want (Y/N) and us to find out"

"Fuck" Jackson whispered quietly.

"Yeah" Mark muttered sighing "Fuck indeed"

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The only sound that could be heard in the infirmary were Jinyoung's hisses everytime the nurse laid the cotton with disinfectant on the wound that Yugyeom had made in his lip. Fortunately he hadn't bled too much and the it wasn't broken, it would simply be swollen for the whole day and tomorrow it would be back to normal. Probably a little bruised but nothing make up couldn't cover.

Jaebum hadn't said anything on his way to the infirmary, he had walked behind Jinyoung to make sure the older male wouldn't turn around and look for Yugyeom and as soon as they walked inside the infirmary he had simply sat down there and waited for him to get cured. Even now, that the nurse left the room saying Jinyoung wound was going to be good, Jaebum didn't even know what to say or do with him.

"I'm going to talk as the leader of GOT7" Jaebum broke the silence after a couple of minutes, his eyes down on his hands as he fought to find the right words to say "Whatever it is going on in your private life shouldn't screw our practice" Jaebum lifted his head to look at the other male "We have photoshoots and a comeback around the corner and the last thing I need is all kind of scandals in social media because you got your lip busted and Yugyeom has his knuckles bruised" He sighed "You need to think about the consequences of every fight you start and every thing you say, the others don't deserve to be drag into your private life problems just because you and Yugyeom have things to solve" Jinyoung opened his mouth to say something but Jaebum cut him off "I'll talk with him too, he's not getting away that easily"

"And as a friend?" Jinyoung asked, tilting his head to meet Jaebum's eyes. The other male seemed to tense a little before he looked away, sighing.

"I don't really know what is going on or what is wrong with you since you hadn't come to any of us to talk" Jaebum said carefully quietly in case there was somebody around "But whatever it is, it's getting out of control and you need to solve it before you break her heart and Yugyeom breaks your face" Jaebum stood up stretching himself "You're going to be a dad Jinyoung, I think it's time to grow up and face the consequences of what you did, which again, I don't know what it is"

Jinyoung nodded, Jaebum was always right and even when he didn't know what Jinyoung had been doing he had suspected since the beginning something was going on. Just when he was about to get out of the infirmary, Jaebum stopped and turned around to face him with a poker face.

"Go home, get some rest and think about a way to fix this whole problem" He muttered looking at him before his face turned stern "Now, if Yugyeom is right and you're cheating on (Y/N), I won't stop Yugyeom from breaking your face"

Leaving Jinyoung there stunned, Jaebum turned around once again and walked away.

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Yugyeom felt defeated when he walked out of your apartment. He hadn't been able to confess Jinyoung's crime and break that smile of yours. You just had looked so excited about the babies, about all the plans you were making to spend some more time with Jinyoung when he was free and all the things you had ended up buying at the supermarket for the twins that Yugyeom hadn't found enough strength to say 'Hold up, he's cheating'

On his way out, he spot Jinyoung getting out of his, both males sharing a look but none saying anything to each other. Yugyeom, noticing Jinyoung's body tensing, he smirked getting inside his car and seeing how he started walkkng faster upstairs.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on your couch, munching on the chocolate cupcakes Yugyeom had brought for you. Not too long after he was gone, Yugyeom bursted through the door, he looked so mad and frustrated that you were scared to even talk to him. You tried to ignore you angry boyfriend, keeping your eyes on the show you were watching when he plopped down onto the couch next to you.

"What was he doing here?"

"Yugyeom?" You asked surprised of his question, clearing your throat a little "He just came to check on me" Shrugging you look at him "He also brought chocolate cupcakes" You said smiling hesitant.

"Chocolate cupcakes" He scoffed leaning back against the couch, you really didn't understand what was wrong with him today.

"Was work...Tiring?"

"Tiring?" Whatever you said it triggered him "Of course it was tiring and I come home to relax and all I see is Yugyeom and his fucking cupcakes!" He raised his tone at the end of the sentence

"So?" You asked frowning, not really understanding his points.

Jinyoung bit his lip looking down at you. Honestly? He felt like crying again, he was so close to exploding and screaming, kicking things just release some tension before telling you what had happened earlier that afternoon. But instead, Jinyoung shook his head "Whatever, I'm going out"

He left you standing there astonished, not really knowing what to do or say. You didn't even blink until he slammed the door om his way out.

As Jinyoung walked down the street he glanced down at his phone, watching a text message from a really familiar female.

Sunhee: If you're free, I would like you to come over.

Jinyoung sighed again before walking further away from his home.

#kpop fanfiction #got7 #got7 bambam #got7 jackson #got7 jaebum #got7 jinyoung #got7 mark #got7 youngjae #got7 yugyeom #got7 fanfic #got7 smut #got7 angst #jinyoung angst #liar

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givemebtscenarios · 6 years

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Should We?-Yugyeom(M)

Request: Can I request a yugyeom smut? The scenario doesn’t matter

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Your phone rang once again and you looked at the caller ID to see the name Kim Yugyeom on it. A small smile tugged at your lips and you swiped right to answer it, holding it up to your ear.

"What do you want now?" you asked, your smile becoming bigger when you hear him chuckle.

"Can I come over?"

"For what? You were just here last night. You didn't leave anything, trust me."

"Yeah, I know, I just need you again."

This whole thing with Yugyeom started almost seven months ago; you met him through Jackson, a mutual friend of the two of you. He had invited you to a party some of his friends were throwing, and even though you weren't exactly the 'party' type, you had the need to go out and get drunk. Maybe do something you would regret the next morning when you woke up next to someone you didn't remember clearly. Little did you know, that's almost exactly what would happen. Although, there wasn't any regret.

You had spent nearly the entire night talking to Yugyeom; and if Jackson hadn't been Jackson, being loud and the life of the party, you probably would have even forgotten he was there. You and Yugyeom knocked back some drinks; you had entirely lost count after your fourth one. You had a good buzz going; not completely drunk, but definitely not sober. He had handed you more drinks, and against your better judgement, you knocked them back. How you got home is still a mystery to you, but what's not is the whole night you spent with Yugyeom after you had gotten home.

You had woken up the next morning to see he had already left, but he had texted you asking if the two of you could talk. Fear had spread through your body. Oh God. He's going to say it was a mistake and now it's going to be awkward. But, you agreed to let him come to your place, opening the door and letting him in once he had gotten there. The two of you sat on the couch and he turned towards you, his knees touching yours.

"About last night...."he trailed, refusing to look at you. You bit the corner of your lips, looking at his face and taking in all the small details. How his hair fell in front of his eyes, the little mole underneath his lashline, his collar bones protruding from his shirt, and the way his teeth would catch his lip every now and then. It took you back to the night before. How you had that lip between your teeth, the markings you had given his collarbones, how his hair was swept back out of his face from being drenched in sweat, and the sounds that came from his mouth from the moment you stepped foot into your bedroom until your rendezvous was finished. You were brought back to reality by him placing his hand on your thigh.

"You still with me?" he asked, a grin on his face. You shook your head and looked at him, your eyes wide as if you had gotten caught doing something you weren't supposed to.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." you said, nodding. He chuckled and nodded with you, lookin into your eyes.

"So, what do you think?"

"What do I think about what?"

"You literally did not hear a single word I just said." he said, laughing. A blush crept onto your face and you smiled a little, happy that he wasn't mad about you spacing out. You looked up and saw him looking at you, a serious look on his face. He looked like he was doing everything he could to not take you right where you were.

"Please tell me you don't want me to do this right now." he said, clenching his fists at his sides. You took that as your cue to crawl on top of him, your thighs on each side of his, your heat directly about his hardening cock.

"I really want you to do this, Yugyeom." you whimpered, looking at him with the most innocent face you could muster. The next thing you knew, you were on your back.

You heard a knock on your door, getting up off the couch to open it, not even looking to see who it was before you turned around and started walking back towards your couch. You could smell who it was. Yugyeom's cologne had a distinct smell. Kind of woodsy, but also kind of sporty. Like a mix of Axe and Armani. You heard the door close behind him and he walked into your kitchen, getting him something to drink.

"Make yourself at home." you joked, looking at him. Over the past seven months, you had learned a lot. Like the fact that Yugyeom was insanely attractive, his hips were good for more than just dancing, he knew how to hump more than the air or the floor, and you were slowly starting to fall for him. You knew you couldn't tell Yugyeom this, and it was better to keep it to yourself. But, you found it harder to keep it hidden as time went on. Yugyeom sat down next to you, bringing your legs across his lap so he could trail his fingers on your thigh, drawing little patterns and words with his fingertips.

You watched his hand, amazed by his long fingers, adorned with rings as they set fire on your skin everytime they moved. You looked up at him, your lip between your teeth as you watched him drink, his eyes set on the TV in front of you.

"Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to fuck me?" he asked, looking down at you with a smirk. You grinned and got up, running back to your bedroom with him following you. As soon as the two of you got into your room, he was on you, fingers gripping your hips as his tongue trailed along your lower lip, asking for permission to enter. You allowed him in, and his tongue swept over yours, you groaning into his mouth at the taste of him. He always tasted so good. If you could add years to your life span just by kissing Yugyeom, you'd be immortal by now.

Of course, you knew you were the only one feeling the things you felt when the two of you kissed, your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. And above all else, you loved the after sex cuddles almost as much as the sex. He knew just how to hold you, how much pressure to apply on your back, and how many kisses you needed to keep you sated until you could have sex with him again. He knew your body better than you did sometimes, and you were grateful for that. He took the time to learn you, just like you did him. And it made for some mind blowing sex whenever either of you needed it. Like now.

His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head before throwing it behind him so it landed on the floor. He groaned, his hands coming up to cup your breasts when he saw you went without a bra. He dipped down, his tongue meeting your nipple, licking over it before taking it into his mouth, sucking hard. You groaned, your fingers going to his hair, tugging slightly as his mouth ravaged your nipple. He switched to the other one, doing the same thing before pushing you onto your back. You looked up at him as he pulled his own shirt off, letting it join yours.

His pale skin brightened in the sunlight and you bit your lip as you watched his hands go to his belt buckle, undoing it before pulling the button out and pushing the zipper down.

"Take your shorts off." he demanded, watching as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down before throwing them to the side. He slipped his own gym shorts down, his boxer briefs showing his bulge through the fabric. You licked your lips, wanting nothing more than to taste him.

"Panties, too." he said, his voice rough. You did as he demanded, throwing them off the bed. He groaned as he palmed himself through his underwear, his eyes fixated on how wet you were. He placed his hands on the bed, slowly crawling towards you, keeping his eyes on yours as his head dipped down and he licked a stripe up your heat, your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling. He looked down before he stuck one of his fingers in his mouth, wetting it before he slowly slid it inside of you, his long fingers hitting your g spot.

You let out a gasp of his name, your head falling back onto the pillow, your eyes shut. He continued fingering you before adding another finger. Your hips rolled off the bed, determined to get him in deeper. You felt the rush of your orgasm creeping up on you, and you rolled your hips faster, trying to get there before he could pull out and end it for you. He felt you clenching around his fingers and he chuckled.

"About to cum already? I've barely done anything." he said, looking up at you with a smirk. He pulled his fingers out and left your hips rolling against the air, whimpers falling from your lips at the feeling of being empty again. Before you could do more, he leaned his head back down, licking another stripe up your slit before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking it into his mouth. You gasped, your eyes shooting open at the feeling of his tongue flicking against your clit, groans coming from him at your taste.

"Fuck, Yugyeom." you breathed out, your hands going down to grip his hair, keeping him in place as you rolled yourself on his tongue, the feeling shooting sparks of pleasure through you. The tingly feeling came back through your body, your hips rolling faster; you weren't going to be denied a second time. He felt your body tense up and his hands came up to cover yours before he quickly took them off his hair, his body coming up to sit back on his legs.

You groaned, looking up at the ceiling. You heard him chuckle and then you saw him get off the bed, his fingers teasing the waistband of his underwear. You bit your lip, watching as he slowly slid them down, his cock bouncing up against his stomach.

"You want it?" he asked, fisting his cock. The words wouldn't come from your mouth, so you just nodded, your own hand trailing down your thigh until it got to your heat, your fingers playing around your clit. You heard him growl and then he slapped the inside of your thigh.

"I don't think so. If you cum tonight, it'll be on my cock." you heard him say. You mewled at his words, staring up at him as he gripped your thighs, pulling your body down to him, his cock sliding through your folds as the two of you choked on your breath.

"Fuck, you're so fucking wet." he groaned, looking down as he guided his cock inside you, his breath hitching as he slowly slid inside you. Your back arched, feeling him hit places his fingers and tongue couldn't get. Your fingers gripped the sheets beside you, your thighs on top of his as his hands held onto your hips. He pulled back and groaned when he saw how your juices coated his cock. He pushed back in with force, your body moving upwards, his hands coming to grip your breasts, playing with your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. His hips worked their magic, drilling in and out of you, your body moving with every thrust, his hands moving from your breasts back to your hips before he pulled out and flipped you over onto your knees.

"Face down, ass up." he said, his voice rough and husky. You placed your cheek down onto the pillow with your back arched so your ass was up right where he wanted it. You felt his hands run along your ass before they were removed and one hand landed back down on your skin. You jumped, a moan coming from your mouth at the impact.

"My dirty girl likes that, huh? You like when I leave handprints on your ass?" he asked, smacking your ass again with the other hand. You whimpered, the sting on your ass resonating through your whole body.

"Fuck yes, please, just fuck me, please." you begged. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thigh and onto the bed, soaking through the sheets. He grabbed his cock and eased it inside of you again, you sighing when you felt the pleasure run through you again. He grunted, his hips slamming against yours, beautiful sounds coming from between his lips. His grip on your waist tightened, and he start ramming into you faster, causing you to choke on moans that tried to get their way out of your throat.

He got off of you, laughing at your groan before he laid down and grabbed your hips, lifting you on top of him.

"I want you riding me when you cum. I wanna be able to see you take my cock like the good little girl you are." he said, lowering you down on him. He groaned, his lip between his teeth as he felt you envelope him, your wetness coating his cock as he lifted you back up. He left just the head of his cock inside you before he let go of you, and you fell back down on his cock. Near shouts coming from the both of you. He placed his feet on the bed and gripped your thighs, looking up at you as you threw your head back.

Yugyeom was hitting places you didn't even know existed, and the sounds coming from him were really getting you off. You felt yourself becoming closer again, and you prayed on everything you had that he would let you cum this time. He felt you clenching around him and he hissed. The feeling of your pussy getting tighter around him was bringing him closer to the edge, his hips stuttering as his breaths came out in hurried pants. He looked up at you, your eyebrows furrowed together, your mouth open in the perfect 'o' shape, your breasts bouncing with every thrust.

He finally couldn't take it anymore and thrust up into you, his name falling from your lips in a scream as he hit your g spot, your orgasm right in front of your eyes. You were almost there. There was no way he could deny you this time. His hands gripped your hips tighter, determined to get there right after you. Whimpers mixed with growls left his lips, your name being whispered occasionally. With one certain hard thrust, you came around him, your body nearly collapsing against his if he hadn't held you up.

"Fuck, fuck Yugyeom!" you yelled, your hands clutching his chest. He let out a mixture of a groan and a growl, looking down at his cock, and it was the sight of himself sliding in and out of you that threw him over the edge, his hips stilling as he emptied himself inside of you, loud moans leaving his lips. You squeezed around him one more time and his hips jerked. He chuckled as he slapped your ass, lifting you off of him and laying you down.

It was when you looked over at him, taking in his features, that the feeling had settled back into your heart. This is all you'd ever be to him. Friends and a quick fuck when he needed it. He looked over at you before you could look away and he smiled.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked, his smile growing. You scoffed and looked away.

"You wish."

You laid in the bed for a few more minutes, your mind reeling with different thoughts. You looked over at him again and saw his eyes closed. He wasn't asleep, he was just 'resting his eyes' as he called it.

"Yugyeom..." you said, trailing off as his eyes opened and he looked at you.

"Yeah?"

"Do....do you think that we should continue this?" you asked. He raised up on his side, resting his weight on his elbow.

"What do you mean? Us fucking?" he asked, looking down at you.

"Yeah, I mean, we're friends and everything, and I know this would be considered a Friends With Benefits type relationship, but aren't you worried about what could come out of it?"

"Like, one of us catching feelings for the other one? That's already crossed my mind. But, if you weren't going to give it up, I wasn't either."

"What if it's already happened and we just don't know it yet?"

"Well, I can tell you for one, it's happened on this end. I just don't know how it is on your end." That's one good thing about having sex with Yugyeom. He always tells more than he plans to. You looked at him wide eyed. He obviously still hadn't caught on to what he said.

"It's happened on your end?" you asked him, hoping he wasn't lying.

"Yeah, it happened a while ago. But, I wasn't going to say anything. I didn't want to freak you out and you call this whole thing off."

"But, it has happened on my mind. Probably around the same time as you. I thought I would make you uncomfortable." you told him. He looked bak down at you, a small smile on his face.

"So, what does that make us?

"I don't know, do you want to give it a try and see how it goes?" you asked. He thought for a minute before grinning, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

"Yeah, I'd love that."

#yugyeom #smut #got7 #kpop #got7 scenario #yugyeom scenario #yugyeom smut #kpop scenario #yugyeom smut scenario #kim yugyeom

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ijustwant2write · 7 years

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Just Be Gentle-Halfdan The Black x Reader One Shot

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Summary: requested by anonymous: ‘Can you do a imagine with Halfdan, where you just found out your pregnant and he becomes all protective. That means NO sex because he’s afraid of hurting the baby (he likes it rough lol) so you show him how to make gentle love. You get your fix and he sees that you don’t have to be rough. Thank you darlin ❤’

Characters: Halfdan The Black x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: sexual themes

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I was a mix of emotions as I hurried back through the market place, hoping to find my husband. There were so many people and I couldn’t think straight making it even harder for me. I asked multiple people of they had seen him, receiving the same answer everytime; no. Just as I was about to give up and wait at home, I caught a glimpse of his brother and rushed over.

Harald seemed surprised by my urgency.“Woah (Y/N), what is the rush? I hope we are not under attack?”

I smiled.“Nothing like that Harald. Do you know where your brother is?”

“I believe he is by the docks, I sent him to check on my ships. Actually I am headed there myself, I shall escort you.” I linked my arm through his, almost dragging him along. Why was he walking so slowly?

“Why are you walking so quickly? What is the matter?” Harald asked, worry filling his voice.

“I can’t tell you, not now anyway.” I simply answered.

“Please just tell me that you are safe and well.”

“Yes, I am perfectly fine. I promise that I will tell you in time.”

Harald still seemed skeptical but didn’t push it any further. He laughed as I literally pulled him, desperate to make it to my husband before he disappeared again. Once we arrived, I immediately saw him, forgetting about my brother-in-law as I sprinted to Halfdan. Halfdan managed to notice me in time to turn around before I threw myself on him.

I quickly kissed him.“I’m sorry, I know you’re busy but I must tell you something.” As his brother had, he started to panic.“What? What is it?”

I smiled bigger, my grip becoming tighter on his arms.“I am with child.”

Halfdan’s expression didn’t change. It was as if he were a statue. Maybe I hadn’t thought this through. What if Halfdan didn’t want this? I felt my smile falter as I thought about it.

“That is wonderful!” Halfdan shouted making me my jump. He pulled me closer to him, so close that I almost couldn’t breathe.“Brother, you are going to be a uncle!”

Harald stood at the other end of the dock but heard what his brother had just said. He yelled out in happiness, punching his arms in the air as he ran towards us. The brothers embraced with manly pats on the back. Harald then approached me though much more gently.

“I am so happy for you both. You make him very happy but now you will make him even more.” he whispered.

“Thank you. He makes me very happy too.”

Harald left us after offering his congratulations. Halfdan wrapped an arm over my shoulders, keeping me close to him. I hugged him back as we walked, only feeling this happy back on our wedding day. This was the next big step. We were going to have a child, a small version of us. Would it be a boy or a girl? Maybe both? It didn’t matter to either of us, why would it? Our child would be surrounded by many friends, have a loving family and live a perfect life; they deserved that much.

Later that evening, We invited friends to our home to tell them the news. Harald was the first to arrive, ecstatic about the new addition to the family, he almost blurted out the surprise to everyone. As expected, everyone was excited that we were finally having a child. Halfdan and I had always put it off due to the raids we went on together; they were not a safe place for children nor did we want to leave them behind. Now just seemed right.

“How unexpected (Y/N)! When did you find out?” Helga asked.

“Just this morning. I can’t believe this is really happening.” I confessed.

“We will be here to help you both with whatever you need. I’m sure Floki is already thinking of all the toys he can make for the little one.”

“Thank you. We are so lucky to have you all around us.”

“To Halfdan and (Y/N)’s child, may they bring a healthy, happy baby into the world!” Harald toasted.

Everyone raised their cups.“Skoal!”

It was later that evening when our friends finally left. Today had been eventful and I felt tired. As I closed the door, I watched Halfdan disappear into the bedroom. Suddenly I wasn’t so tired as I bounded after him. Without saying anything, we kissed, our arms instinctively wrapping around each other. I deepened the kiss, pushing him backwards until he sat I the edge of the bed. As I climbed onto him, he stopped me.

“I can’t.” he blurted out.

“What?”

“I can’t do this with you. I’ll hurt the baby.”

“Halfdan-”

“You’re also banned from training or wielding any weapon and I or my brother must always be with you.”

I giggled.“Thank you for caring but I’m not heavily pregnant yet.”

“I don’t want to risk it. I have done terrible things and the Gods are finally blessing me.”

I faked a hurt look.“Was I not a blessing?”

His eyes widened.“Of course you were! I just meant that-”

I interrupted by kissing him again.“I was joking my love. You need not be so tense.”

“We still can’t-” his breath hitched in his throat as I started to palm his crotch through his trousers.

“Halfdan, please. We won’t have much time when the baby comes. We need to make the most of it.”

“How am I supposed to make love to you? You know how I like it and that cannot be good for the child.”

I suddenly realised what he meant. Halfdan liked things rough in bed, I had never known that I would also enjoy it until he showed me how pleasuring it could be. It had always remained that way. But now that he was considering this meant a lot to me. It was time I showed him what to do.

“Halfdan,” I made him look at me,“you would never hurt me. We both know that. I am happy that you are wanting to be protective but you should not worry so much.”

“How can you be so sure?”

I pushed him back onto the bed slowly, leaning over him.“Because you are my husband. I love you and you love me.”

I started to rock my hips against him, keeping eye contact. I was going slow, teasing him; though by doing this I was demonstrating how sex could be a number of things. His hands ran down my back, ending at my hips as he pulled me closer.

“There is no need to rush love. Let us take our time with each other.”

“This is painful. I just want to take you.” he sprang up into a sitting position again.

“It’s painful because you have never done it like this before.” again, I pushed him down.

He smirked.“What are you doing to me woman?”

I leaned down and whispered.“I’m about to love you like I never have before.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Halfdan laid beside me, rubbing circles on my stomach slowly. The sheets covered both of our bodies, despite being quite warm already. I looked up at my husband, admiring his features as I did every day. I thanked the Gods all the time for this wonderful man.

“How come I have never fucked you like that before?” he said.

I snorted.“You make it sound so romantic.”

He laughed with me.“You know what I mean.”

“People have their preferences. Are you glad that we did it though?”

“How many times did we do it?”

“I cannot remember.”

“There’s your answer then.”

“Halfdan, are you scared?”

“Scared of what?”

“Scared about all of this?”

He turned to face me, his hand still on my stomach.“A little. Bit isn’t everyone?”

“I suppose.”

“You are happy about this aren’t you?”

I smiled.“Of course I am. This child could not come any sooner. But for now, what do you say to doing this all over again?”

#Vikings #vikings imagine #vikings imagines #vikings one shot #vikings x reader #vikings fanfiction #vikings fan fiction #halfdan the black #halfdan the black imagine #halfdan the black imagines #halfdan the black x reader #halfdan the black one shot #halfdan imagine #halfdan imagines #halfdan one shot #halfdan x reader

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harryhooksgazebos267 · 7 years

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I’ve Alway Been Here, Not Him- Harry Hook x Reader

Request/Summary/prompt:PLEASE USE PROMPT 10 IN A HARRY HOOK IMAGINE (maybe with the reader as Tiana’s daughter - I’ve read a few imagines with this pairing and it’s my favourite) WHERE THE READER GETS DUMPED BY CHAD! It would make my day xxxcould you #10 from the prompt list with harry #10 with Harry Hook please!

A: I still love him B. I miss him so much and he doesn’t even care. I need him, I can’t live without him B: You don’t get it do you? A: B? B: I’m here. I’ve always been here. Whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on I’ve always been there. I make you laugh, I make you smile, everything I do I do for you. He gives you nothing, he just lets you down over and over again. I love you A but you’ve never even notice.

Warnings: Like one curse word

I smiled as I walked over to Evie and Mal’s room. Today was Chad and I’s four month anniversary and I was on my way to get my outfit from Evie.

“Hey E,” I said when I walked in.

“Y/n, I have your outfit ready for tonight. It is right over there,” She told me, pointing at my outfit.

“Wow, it’s perfect! Thank you so much,” I told her as I pulled her into a hug.

“I am so glad you like it, I hope you like Chad as much as you like the outfit,” She said as her smile dropped. I gave her a confused look, not knowing why she would say that.

“Y/n we all know you have a thing for Harry. I don’t know why you are dating Chad,” She said shaking her head.

“Look, Harry doesn’t like me so why should I waste my time waiting on someone who will never love me the way I love them. Chad loves me and that is all that matters,” I sighed out. It was true, ever since I met Harry I felt a connection to him. I knew it was only one-sided though, he would only ever think of me as his friend. No matter how much it hurt to admit .

“How do you know that? Did you ever ask him,” She questioned me.

“No but it doesn’t matter now, I have Chad,” I said as I started getting changed behind the board setup for changing. I could hear her sigh but I just ignored it.

“How do I look,” I asked after I was done getting dressed.

“Smoking, now go get him tigger,” She laughed out with a wink. I laughed and said one more thank you before heading over to Chad’s dorm. As I wa walking I bumped into Harry, literally.

“Oh sorry lass, didn’t see you there,” Harry said helping me up.

“It’s fine Harry,” I told him with a warm smile.

“Wow you look, you look breath taking,”He said in awe, looking me up and down. I blushed at his comment and looked away.

“Thanks Harry but I look the same as always,” I said.

“Exactly,” I heard him whisper out.

“Well I have to go meet Chad. See you later,” I told him as I quickly walked off. He mumbled a goodbye as he watched me go.

When I arrived at Chad’s dorm I heard quite moans and laughs.

“Chad stop, y/n is going to be here any second,” I heard a voice that sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite tell who it was.

“She won’t find out, don’t worry. Even if she does what does it matter? I don’t even love her,” Chad said. I was debating on going in or just walking away. I decided on walking in. When I walked in I saw Chad and Audrey making out with there clothes scattered all around the room. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces as I saw the scene in front of me.

“What the hell Chad,” I screamed at him as they jumped off each other.

“Y/n I-I can explain,” Chad quickly stuttered out. He pulled up his boxers and ran over to me. I took a few steps back as he came closer.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t want you to find out this way. Look I just, I just don’t love you anymore. You were getting boring,” He hesitantly said. I felt tears fall out of my eyes but I quickly whipped them away.

“So instead of coming to me and telling me this, you decided to cheat on me. I loved you Chad, I would have done anything for you and this is how you repay me,” I said to him in disbelief. When he didn’t answer I laughed bitterly and ran out of the room. I could barely see where I was going and ran into someone causing me to fall on my butt.

“Looks like you can’t stop yourself from running into me today love,” A scottish accent said. I looked up at Harry and saw he was smirking but it quickly feel after seeing the look on my face.

“What’s wrong princess,” He asked with concern in his voice. I stood up and threw myself into Harry’s arms. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.

“Y/n darling, you have to tell me what’s wrong so I can help you,”He whispered in my ear. I didn’t say anything but unwrapped myself from him. He gave me a questioning look but I grabbed his hand and lead him to the roof of the school. When we got to it I sat down and pulled him down with me.

“Are you going to tell me what is wrong now,” He asked me softly. I sighed and turned my body so I was facing him.

“After I bumped into you, you know how I said I was going to met up with Chad,” I asked him. He nodded in response.

“Well when I got there I heard a girl’s voice tell him stop because I would be there any second and he was like don’t worry about it. I don’t care if she knows or something like that. Anyway, I decided to walk in and I saw Chad making out with Audrey. Then when I said something he said that he didn’t love me anymore and I was getting boring,” I finished as I started crying again. Harry pulled me onto his lap and started rubbing it again.

“Y/n he is an idiot for cheating on you and letting you go. If he couldn’t see how wonderful you are then he doesn’t deserve you. Girls like you only come once in a lifetime,” Harry whispered in my ear with a hint of anger as he rocked me back and forth. He kissed my forehead a couple times until I calmed down. After I stopped crying and got my voice back I decided to speak up.

“I still love him Harry. I miss him so much and he doesn’t even care. I need him, I can’t live without him,” I told him as I whipped my eyes. I felt him tense when I said that. “You don’t get it do you,” He asked me bitterly. "Harry,” I said as more of a question, confused as to what he means. “I’m here. I’ve always been here. Whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on I’ve always been there. I make you laugh, I make you smile, everything I do I do for you. He gives you nothing, he just lets you down over and over again. I love you y/n but you’ve never even notice,” He confessed. I stared at him in utter shock. Evie was right, I should have just told him how I felt and none of this would have happened. He sighed am moved me out of his lap.

“I have to go,” He muttered out as he left quickly.

“Harry, Harry wait,” I called out but he didn’t stop. I stood there motionless. Sure I had lost Chad and it hurt but it didn’t hurt as much as losing Harry. I slowly walked off of the roof and made my way to my dorm. I plopped down on my bed and tried to fall asleep but couldn’t.

“This is going to be a long night,” I thought to myself as I laid there alone with my thoughts haunting me.

~Week Later~

It had been a week and Harry had been avoiding me. Everytime I tried to talk to him he would just walk away from me. Today was going to be different though. The four vks and I had come up with a plan to get Harry to talk to me. Mal and Evie would go up to Harry and tell him that Jay and Carlos needed him to go the the locker room. That is where I would be waiting. Jay and Carlos were going to make sure it was empty before I went in. As I got to the locker room I knocked on it and waited for the two of them to come out.

“Hey y/n it is all clear,” Jay told me as he walked out. I gave him a small smile as I felt my nerves rise.

“It will be alright, you just have to dig down deep inside yourself to find the courage you need to talk to him,” Carlos told me patting my back. I said thank you to both or them as I entered the locker room and sat down. Not to long after I came in the door opened.

“What did you guys-” He stopped mid sentence when he saw me.

“Y/n, what are yo doing in the boys locker room,” He asked me. I stood up and walked over to him which cause him to tense. When I notice this I stopped walking and looked down.

“Harry ever since I met you I felt a connection towards you. I can’t really describe it but when I first laid eyes on you I felt a pull. Like I was supposed to be with you. Whenever I look into your beautiful eyes I get lost in them. When I hear your accent it drives me crazy. When you laugh it makes me want to keep making you laugh just so I can hear it. Honestly, I am terrified to be around you because of this. I-I am scared because I love you more than I should. The only reason I even dated Chad was because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you and I thought you didn’t love me. Sure I had feelings for Chad but with you it is a whole nother level. You’re right, you were there. You were there whenever I needed you. I can’t live without you Har, I am incomplete without you,” I poured my heart out. There was a moment of silence, possible the longest moment ever, before I felt his lips on mine. It took me a moment to realize what was happening but when I did I quickly kissed back. It was a long passionate kiss, neither one of us wanting to break it. We finally pulled away when we ran out of air. I rested my head in his as I tried to catch my breath.

“I love you y/n,”He panted out, still out of breath. I smiled and pulled him into a shorter kiss.

“I love you too.”

Sorry this is kind of short. I hope you guys liked it!

#harry hook #harry hook x reader #descendants 2 #descendants x reader #chad charming #audrey #mal #evie #carlos #jay #imagines #fandom #cheating #heartbreak #kissing

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taikanyohou · 7 years

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Hi do you have more youkael hcs? Extra fluffy or something?

HELLOOOOOOOOO ANON!!!!

So, just to let you know, I’ve had your ask be sat in my inbox ALL day long because I told myself if I finished all my Uni work for today on time, then I’ll treat us both to some EXTRA fluffy Youkael hcs. And guess what, it worked.

So, we know how usually, it’s always Yousef who’s the one who gets up earlier than Mikael. But one time, on the off chance, Mikael wakes up before Yousef. And it’s been a HELL of a long time since the last time that happened, because lately, Uni stuff has just been keeping Mikael up so late at night that he wakes up literally only the longest he has to be up, before he has to dash for class. But now that his assignments are done for the year, with his exams left only to do a couple months from now, Mikael’s sort of got a bit of breathing space between now and then, and for the first time, in a really really long time, Mikael’s felt as though he’s FULLY slept. And so that’s why he’s up even before Yousef is (and Yousef gets up hella early, around 7am-ish, to get a workout or a run in before he sets off for Uni and football practice).

Mikael checks the time on his phone and it read 6:19am - that’s 41 minutes before Yousef gets up. 41 minutes, that Mikael feels Allah’s gifted him. 41 minutes, that Mikael intends to savour every second of, in the sweet, sweet appreciation of his boy, sleeping safe and sound and soft and serene, next to him.

That in itself is such a delightful thought for Mikael, and that in itself makes Mikael smile, whilst biting on his lower lip, because of how intimate this is. Because, he wonders, does Yousef do this too with Mikael - watch him whilst he sleeps - just like how Mikael is watching Yousef now? Does Yousef feel all these countless feelings simultaneously in exactly the same intensity as Mikael is feeling right now? A big part of Mikael almost wants to wake Yousef up and ask him, and he knows that Yousef wouldn’t even mind breaking his sleep for Mikael to talk to him about this - about anything, really -, but a bigger part of Mikael doesn’t want to, and instead, just wants to watch Yousef sleep, because he can. Mikael can always ask Yousef some other time. They have all the time.

It’s just that, Mikael loves Yousef, so … much. Mikael feels, often times, that his chest will explode and his heart will burst and the warmth that settles within him everytime he realises just how much he loves Yousef, will someday start a fire. Mikael’s found a home in Yousef. In Yousef’s arms, when Yousef holds Mikael’s tired, weary body. On Yousef’s shoulders and the stretch of skin from neck to collarbone, when Mikael rests his tired, weary head on them. In Yousef’s lips, when Mikael kisses him deeply and slowly and languidly and long, or achingly teasing and biting and quick pecks and hellos and goodbyes and i’ve missed yous and iloveyouiloveyouiloveyous. In Yousef’s hands, when they touch Mikael, over clothes or directly skin to skin, or when they steady him, or when their fingers fit together and lock, cemented, grounded, firm. On Yousef’s chest, that heaves after he works out, rising and falling in quick succession, and just above his beating heart, that pounds everytime Mikael places his head on top of, everytime they make love to one another. Mikael’s found a home in Yousef, somewhere where he feels the most safe, the most belonged, the most cherished and deserving and loved and wanted and beautiful and worthy and taken such good care of and an equal and as someone who’s made to realise, every single day, that he’s so special and so good. That he’s gonna do something someday, that’ll leave the world in awe. Yousef believes that much in Mikael. He has that much faith in him.

The daylight’s peeking in through the white curtains, and it’s not the harsh and blinding type, the one that hurts your eyes. It’s soft and mellow, coming in, just gently glistening the skin on Yousef’s back, on Yousef’s chest. He’s glowing. Even in his sleep, Yousef glows. That’s the kind of person Yousef is. He’s just … he’s so good. He’s so selfless, and calm, and chill? And soothing and healing and his soul is apparent in all the things he invests himself into. He leaves a little bit of himself wherever he goes, shares himself, yet he never manages to run out. He just keeps on growing, keeps on blossoming. But Mikael knows the difference between a good day for Yousef, and a bad day for Yousef. Yousef’s human, afterall, of course he’ll have bad days. But he doesn’t voice them out. But it’s in the way he that his silence feels, that Mikael can tell when something’s off. Ususally, they share silence between them, and it’s peaceful. It’s still buzzing with something, call it joy, happiness, flirtation, if you will. But when something’s off, Yousef’s silence is … distant. And it’s long glances at the floor and not meeting Mikael’s gaze, and sharp nods and tightened muscles. Clenched jaw, tense back, and fingers that fiddle too much. And that’s Mikael’s tell. That’s Mikael’s signal to take Yousef’s hands into his, and kiss them, then place them around his waist. That’s Mikael’s tell to then run his own fingers into Yousef’s hair, and feel, see, Yousef start to take long, deep breaths again. That’s Mikael’s sign to place his forehead on Yousef’s, align his nose next to Yousef’s, place his hands on Yousef’s chest, that then make their way onto his neck, his thumb then stroke Yousef’s cheek, and ask him, “Wanna talk about it, Habibi?”. And so far, that holds a 100% track record, for it always, always gets Yousef to express.

Mikael checks his phone again, and it reads 6:40am. It’s not just that Mikael and Yousef are lovers. They’re best friends too. They genuinely have fun with each other. They love each other’s company. They also respect one another too, and know when to give themselves time to just, themselves alone. And when to step in, and when to step back. And that’s why it works so well. That’s why they work so well. They have fun doing the most small, mundane things, like spring cleaning the house, which almost always ends up with them blasting music and dancing, or in cooking, or grocery shopping, or just … having a full day or night in their flat. They love adventure, and doing things for one another, and “this would look so good on him, I’m gonna buy it,”. Even now, whilst Yousef’s sleeping, Mikael can’t resist himself, and so he gently blows into Yousef’s ear, which makes Yousef groan, in deep slumber, in response, and fidget, and Mikael’s trying his best not to laugh at the slightly-confused-but-mostly-”let me sleep Mikael!”-look on Yousef’s face.

Yousef’s shifted himself now. He’s turned his entire body to the side facing Mikael, where Mikael can now see his entire face, as his head rests now on Mikael’s pillow, so that both him and Mikael are now sharing the same pillow. Up close, Yousef looks even more celestial, if that was even possible, which it is, because he does. And Yousef is Mikael’s. And Mikael sometimes still can’t quite believe that, in the sense that, he’s so grateful to Allah, that he was made for Yousef, and Yousef was made for him. And Mikael moves slightly, and leaves an almost feather like kiss on Yousef’s cheek, with just enough pressure, but not too much, before lying back on his pillow again. Lying as close as he can possibly get to Yousef. There’s a solemn strand of hair that’s found its way across Yousef’s forehead, and Mikael goes to move it away, before peppering a kiss on Yousef’s forehead too, and Yousef’s hair smells of that fancy shampoo he uses, that Mikael loves. Mikael’s eyes roam all over Yousef’s face, across the whole diameter and within. “I love you, Yousef,” he ends up saying, just as easily as the next thing he says, “I love you so, so much.” And there’s a tightening in Mikael’s chest that makes him smile so wide, and it feels good. It feels like the first time he told Yousef that he loved him. To have this one quiet, still moment, where he can hear the birds singing outside, and the low hum of the cars passing by, and the small sounds Yousef makes as he breathes … it feels so, so good.

Which is why Mikael doesn’t even realise how or when it happens, but all of a sudden, he’s trapped underneath Yousef’s body, with his hands on either side of his head on the pillow, held securely by Yousef. And, dammit … Mikael should have known, but Mikael still has this dopey grin on his face that he cannot seem to get rid, because he’s so in love. “’sup?”, asks Yousef, smirk apparent on his lips. “You. On me. Evidently.” Mikael replies. There’s a moment where Yousef sort of, goes serious for a moment. “You’re up early. Did you not sleep well?”, he asks, and … that … that is what makes Yousef, Yousef. Noticing the small, minute, intricate details. “I did, but …” Mikael trails off, teasingly, and Yousef’s eyebrows are furrowing, his hand now stroking the side of Mikael’s face, asking Mikael to finish what he started. And Mikael just gives into Yousef’s touch, nuzzles into it, nestles into it, kisses Yousef’s palm, and Yousef’s watching Mikael so intently, so intensely, so intimately. So open, and raw, and completely undivided. “I slept more than well.” Mikael reassures Yousef. “So why the ‘but’?” Yousef’s still asking. “Because … somebody decided to come and take more than half the share of my pillow. How am I meant to sleep then?” Mikael now asks the question.

And that just isn’t fair to Yousef. “Er, well, somebody thought it was a genius idea to blow into my ear and stare at me like a stalker whilst I was sleeping.” And Yousef’s wearing such a fond smile, a complete contradiction to the words he’s saying, because Mikael knows, that deep down, Yousef loved that small little bit of love Mikael showed him, even whilst he was asleep. “As if you don’t do that to me,” Mikael counteracts, and what he gets in reply from Yousef is, “I don’t make it as obvious as you do, baby boy. I have a lot more practice in that department,” and a wink … so, he does do that then, Mikael thinks. Yousef does stare at him when he sleeps. And that … just, it tingles. It tingles like a current, a charge, coursing fast all throughout his body, and it makes Mikael smile even more wider, because, as the alarm on Yousef’s phone rings to signal that it’s 7am, Yousef chooses to stay in bed just a little while longer, to kiss Mikael a little while more, and tell Mikael, “I love you too,” a little more longer.

#mikael x yousef #skam #i'm OVERFLOWING with emotion right now GOD HELP ME #anon #faiza answers

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