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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 1 month

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This Is Where You Stand With Me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: pls read this for better understanding thanksss!!

Sooo once upon a time, a few months ago actually, I started writing a Charles fanfic - never finished it - I had a reeeally good story in mind, wrote around 20 chapters and then I just got bored of it, BUT! I wrote some really good pieces that I'd be sorry no one ever read so I thought I'd post them. Actually I've already posted one part of the story that comes waay later than the ones I'm gonna post now, but anyway it's the one called Lovers .

Basically, it's a story about a girl (you) who broke up with her boyfriend of five years. She was very unhappy in the relationship because her boyfriend didn't treat her right all those years and then after she gathered her strength and broke up with him, she decided to live a little and go visit her best friend Sophie in Monaco. Sophie has been in a relationship with Carlos for a while, and his teammate Charles is in a relationship with a girl (Ava) who isn't with him for the right reasons and doesn't really care about him. due to a combination of circumstances, you stayed in Monaco to live in Sophie's apartment and started running social networks for Ferrari, filming behind the scenes and similar things. From the very beginning, you and Charles have a love-hate relationship. He keeps sending you mixed signals and you never know where you're standing with him.

Ok, hope you'll like it, let me know if you'd even like to read more parts! Bye!

This is the part where you, Carlos, Sophie, Kika, Pierre, Charles and Lando are on the yacht. Sophie introduces you to all of them here for the first time and you're very nervous about it so you drink a bit too much..

Y/N's POV

Carlos, Sophie and I were the first ones to arrive. Their firends, Pierre and his girlfirend Kika, Charles and his girlfriend Ava, and I guess the only single friend Lando, arrived shortly after us. For me, the biggest introvert on the planet, this was quite a large number of people to meet at once and I did feel very anxious.

Luckily there was a vast amount of drinks on the yacht so I found mine tranquilizers - cranberry vodka and sangria. As soon as the alcohol started coursing through my system, I soon opened up a topic to talk about with everyone. Well, almost everyone. Charles and his girlfriend Ava seemed to have some disagreements so they weren't really in the best mood. She looked like she didn't really wanna be here and he was annoyed that she didn't wanna be here at least that's what I heard when I was going to the toilet because they were alone inside and arguing.

The evening went on with us all sitting in the lounge area, talking and drinking. I was truly having so much fun and I got along the most with Lando. He's so sweet and caring and funny, I was enjoying his company. Eventually Ava left. She was able to leave since we didn't set sail but stayed in the marina. Charles was fuming that she left. When Carlos asked him why she left he said she made arrangements with her friends earlier, he didn't want to talk about it much. Charles went on the upper lounge area and Lando went after him so he wasn't alone and I stayed with Carlos, Sophie, Pierre and Kika in the lounge area on the main deck.

"I love you." I hear Carlos quietly says to Soph while looking at her lips. She was in a half-lying position in his arms. I was scrolling through my phone across from them but I couldn't help but look at them out of the corner of my eye.

"I love you." Sophie smiles and gently kisses him. My eyes got watery at the sight of them. My heart hurt a little and for a second I wished I had what they have. I wasn't envious of them, not at all, I was actually very happy for them and for the first "I love you". But for a second the excitement about the single life passed me and looking at the couples I felt a little lonely.

I get up from the couch and head towards the back of the yacht were was the entrance to the inner part of the yacht. I lean my elbows on the fence and look down at the sea.

Did I make a good decision?

Should i have given us another chance?

Will i regret giving up on us?

Suddenly questions that I constantly avoid facing start to roll around in my head.

No! Of course I made a good decision, he doesn't deserve another chance and I'm not gonna regret anything!

I attribute those thoughts to the excessive amount of alcohol I've consumed since we got here.

Y/n, you were miserable with him, pull yourself together please, you are stronger than these thoughts. I say to myself, but one tear escapes from my eye. And then another one. And one after that.

"Shit.." I breathe out putting my palms over my eyes.

"What happened, Y/n?" A voice asks and it startles me.

"Oh, you scared me." I say looking at Charles standing beside me, but quickly look away wiping the tears from my cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" Charles asks looking at me.

"Too many drinks led me to a moment of weakness. That's all." I say not really wanting to talk to him about my emotional state.

"And what is the reason behind that moment of weakness?" He asks.

"I don't feel like talking about it, but I was wondering how long have you and Ava been together?" I suddenly blurt out turning to look at him. My mind is racing. I was curious about their fight because the way he looked at her, he seemed like he's really in love, but her, not so much according to my estimate.

"A year and a half now. Why do you ask?"

"Sweet. And why did you fight today?" I ask shamelessly and he rises his eyebrows at my question.

"Not that it's any of your business, but-" Just as he was about to say something a strong pain shoots through my stomach. Rocking of the yacht from the waves together with cranberry vodka and sangria equals nausea.

"Oh no.. I-I think I'm gonna throw up.." And just in that moment as I lean over the fence it starts shooting right out of me.

I was hoping that somehow I would be able to control myself and not throw up in front of him, but it was stronger than me. And honestly if I were sober, I would be ten times more embarrassed than I am now.

"Oh come on." He sighs and to my surprise he moves my hair out of my face holding it back. "Please don't fall over, I'm not jumping in for you."

"Oh my God, I'm gonna die.."

"Out of embarrassment? Yeah, I would too if I were you." Charles mocks me, but still holds my hair.

"Oh give me a break, I'm going through a breakup!" I manage to say bitterly because of his lack of understanding for me. As if he should understand me. he doesn't know anything about me except my name, and I don't know anything about him either except that his name is Charles and that he has a girlfriend with whom he had a not so pretty fight today.

"Did he leave you because you were a drunk?" He continues with his provocation.

"Ha ha, not that it's any of your business, but I broke up with him." I'm being sassy like I didn't just throw up in front of a rich and hot F1 driver, but in that moment that fact doesn't phase me one bit.

"Okay, if you say so." He laughs. "Come here, sit on this couch please." I can't help but notice his hand tightly being wrapped around my waist as he leads me to the couch. "Not that I care, but I'm so bored that I'll listen to why you broke up with your boyfriend."

"Well, now I'm not gonna tell you." I cross my arms acting childish making him laugh again. I roll my eyes and chuckle a little myself.

"Y/n? Where are you?" Right in that moment Sophie shows up breaking the sweet moment between the two of us.

"Your friend is running wild over here, she wanted to throw herself off the yacht because her boyfriend left her." Charles says getting up from the couch and my mouth falls open.

"What?!" Sophie's eyes go wide. "Throw yourself because of him? Are you out of your fucking mind?" She asks in complete shock.

Before saying anything to Sophie to calm her down I follow Charles with my eyes as he leaves laughing.

"He's lying of course, I got sick from the alcohol and threw up."

"Why is he suddenly being all smiley like that? Until a little while ago he was furious because of Ava?"

"I don't know, he obviously has issues." I shrug with my shoulders wanting to laugh but manage to control myself.

I'm usually very good at reading people at first glance. Whoever doesn't make a good impression on me in the beginning, whoever doesn't sit well with me, almost always turns out to not have the best personality. Unfortunately, it rarely happens that someone pleasantly surprises me if I don't like them at first. I could say that my intuition is very good and accurate and I really should listen to it more often.

But with Charles that wasn't the case. I couldn't read him at all. He's kinda mysterious, he seems a bit cocky and conceited, but gentle and caring at moments. At least that's what I think I got from today.

He's interesting though.

Part 2 here

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mountttmase · 3 months

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Winter Sun - Chapter 2

Note - thank you so much for all the love on the first chapter 🥺 it was honestly so overwhelming like I’ve been sat on this series for so long and I can’t believe I’ve finally introduced you to my babies 🩷 I hope you like this chapter just as much and feedback is appreciated as always 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 6.5k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

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You’d made it home from Bens at around 11am the next day and you flopped onto the sofa as soon as you got back. The only thing on your mind was McDonald’s hash browns but the text from Mason distracted you instantly.

Another text never came, instead Mason was calling you and you let out a big breath, biting your lip to stop your smile before answering.

‘Morning Mase’

‘Morning morning. You still at Bens?’

‘No I got back like ten minutes ago’

‘Okay good. Now what’s it’s gonna take for me to convince you cause let’s face it you know I always get my way’ he laughed and you rolled your eyes cause you knew he was right. You were still unhappy about the amount of money it would cost him but if he was stupid enough to offer to pay for you then why weren’t you accepting? Chances like this didn’t come around very often and you knew you’d be miserable sat at home watching everyone else have fun.

‘I’ll talk to nads, alright? If she’s fine with it then I’ll consider coming’ you told him, not having the energy to argue anymore and the laugh and cheers coming from him made it worth it. ‘One condition though. Don’t tell anyone I want to surprise Carly at the airport’

‘Deal’

‘I also have another question. How are you gonna pay everyone back? I presume my part was split between everyone but that’s gonna be long for you to sort out surely’

‘So I have a confession’ he laughed and you knew you were about to hear something you wouldn’t like. ‘I’d already paid for you. I was hoping to try and convince you nearer the time’ he confessed, laughing like a small boy who’s just been caught with his hand in the sweet jar and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him endearing.

‘Mason’ you huffed, trying to fake scold him for his actions but it wasn’t working. He was too cheeky for his own good and you were too overwhelmed by the prospect of him wanting you to come so bad he paid for you without even asking.

‘What, it worked didn’t it?’ He told you. ‘Let me know as soon as nads says it’s okay and we can sort everything out’

‘I wanted to talk to you about something else too’ you asked carefully, not wanting to startle him but your conversation from last night was still playing on your mind. Even though he’d said he still felt the same as he had last night, you were still unsure.

‘Oh yeah? What’s that?’

‘This little arrangement we might have going on’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘I think we should set some ground rules’

‘Okay yeah, that’s fine. Why don’t you think about them and we can talk about them on the plane’

‘But I might not be sat next to you’

‘Oh muffin, I made sure you are’ he drawled, causing you to roll your eyes at his cockiness.

Once you were finally off the phone to Mason you called up Nads who was more than happy to take over the shop for a week. Letting you know that you deserve a break and that she was more than up for the challenge and by the way she spoke you felt a lot more at ease about the whole situation.

Everything after that was a bit of a blur. Having to buy everything you needed for your trip plus a few extras. Realising your underwear selection was pretty sparse and not exactly flattering and you wanted Mason to not be turned off instantly so you treated yourself to some new sets you thought he might like to see you in as well as some other clothes you thought he might like to take off of you.

The week passed by in a flash and soon enough you were on your way to the airport on your own. Excitement and nerves filled you as you’d never had to do this on your own before but once you were through security and through to the lounge you sent Mason a quick message.

You treated yourself to a solo breakfast before having a quick look around duty free so you could pick some snacks up and also some things for Mason. You knew you wouldn’t be here without him so you’d promised to treat him in different ways and you were just picking up a few bags of m&m’s when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

You let him know you’d meet him outside the shop you were in and as soon as your eyes met his you felt your heart thud in your chest. He looked so cute in his comfy clothes and even though his hood was up you’d recognise him anywhere.

‘Hey muffin’ he smiled, pulling you into his chest and you knew your face was flushing which he only made worse by planting a kiss on your head. ‘I’ve left everyone in the first class lounge, you ready to go say hi?’

‘Okay’ you smiled, letting him lead you through the airport by your waist. You knew Mason was touchy but this was different. Normally he’d keep his hands where you could see them but you couldn’t deny you loved the feeling of being close to him as you chatted about your journeys. Your arm around his waist too and you knew to anyone looking it looked like you were a couple but you just went with it as you loved having him close ‘You go, I’ll be in in one sec’ you told him when you got to the doors and he eyed you curiously. ‘Need to make my big entrance’

‘See you in there’ he laughed, closing the door behind him and you waited 30 seconds before following him in. Thankfully they were all sat facing the other way and you used it to your advantage to surprise them.

‘Well well well. What the hell are you guys doing here?’ You asked in a sing-song tone, watching them all turn to you but it was Carly’s face you were focused on.

‘What the hell?’ She whispered, looking more shocked than you’d ever seen her as a smile began to take over her face.

‘You didn’t think I’d let you leave without me did you?’

‘You’re coming?’ She asked quietly, her bottom lip wobbling slightly and you just nodded as her face was getting you emotional yourself and before you knew it, she was throwing herself in your arms. You could feel her body shaking a little bit so you held her tighter as everyone else piled in for a group hug. ‘Mason, was this your doing?’ She laughed, looking for him in the big crowd of people and you could see how hard he was blushing, making your heart thump a little in your chest.

‘I just wanted everyone together’ he laughed as you all pulled away, watching Carly make a beeline for him so she could pull him into her arms. You knew she was saying something to him but you weren’t quite sure what so you went round and said hello to everyone else.

When you were called for boarding, you and Mason seemed to get separated but you managed to make it on the plane without him, eyes constantly checking to see if he was coming and around ten minutes after you’d sat down he made his appearance.

You watched on as he shrugged his bag off to pop in the overhead locker and you knew your face was probably bright red now as you caught a glimpse of his tummy when he reached up to shut the compartment. Clearing your throat as he finally took his seat next to you and could see he looked a little apprehensive but you didn’t want to pry.

‘You sure you’re fine sitting next to me? I bet Woody is missing you’ you mumbled but he shook his head as his brows pinched together slightly.

‘No, don’t be silly, I made sure I was next to you. I know if I was next to him or one of the others I’d wake up to a mouth full of peanuts or something’

‘Well I’ll try and keep my nuts to myself’ you joked, hearing him laugh properly for the first time that morning. ‘You sure you’re okay?’

He was playing with his fingers absentmindedly before he looked up at you and your heart almost broke at the vulnerability in his eyes. ‘I’m not the best flyer. I might not be the best company unless you can think of a way to distract me’

‘Well that’s perfect cause I’m not the best either’ you laughed, rolling your eyes to try and play off how nervous you actually were but his sympathetic smile settled you.

‘We can distract each other then’ he offered and you nodded back. Unable to form a proper sentence for some reason as his chocolate eyes were making you feel fuzzy.

You sat and chatted casually for a little while as the plane filled up. Watching the air hostess give her little safety speech and he was starting to open up with you a little more, relaxing back into his seat and soon enough the plane started to move but you felt the panic roll through you.

You went ridged instantly, linking your hands together for some form of comfort and you took a small deep breath to try and calm yourself but it was no use. You felt sick and hot and you could feel Masons eyes on you but you didn’t care. Too caught up In trying to calm your own nerves. You pulled your hands apart, one now gripping the arm rest as you bunched your hoodie up between your fingers in the other but the feeling of someone’s grip around your wrist snapped you from your thoughts.

Mason lifted your hand away from the arm rest, his fingers threading through yours carefully before giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You we’re looking at him the whole time but when his eyes flashed up to meet yours and he gave you a little wink, you could feel your heart thump in your chest. Not from the nerves this time.

You grabbed your clasped hands with your free one, pulling both into your lap before resting your head on his arm and you felt him give a little chuckle before leaning into you a bit more. His head resting on top of yours as the plane sped up which caused a small whimper to fall from your lips.

‘S’okay’ you felt him whisper into your hair as your free hand moved up his arm to hold it tight to you. ‘I promise you’re safe but just squeeze my hand as hard as you want, yeah?’

Under any normal circumstances and with anyone else you would of probably felt a bit weird grabbing onto them like you were but with Mason it felt normal and he was right, you were safe but that didn’t stop another tiny whimper falling from your lips as the plane finally left the ground.

You felt him press him lips to the top of your head, leaving them there as you squeezed him as hard as you could and by the way he was squeezing you back you knew he was scared too but the way he’d seemed to of pushed that to the side to comfort you made you smile even though you felt like you were about die.

You didn’t move until the plane had levelled out, even then wanting to stay wrapped up in him but you knew you’d have to move eventually and when you pulled back to look at him, his shy sympathetic smile melted you.

‘Sorry Mason, I-‘

‘You don’t need to be sorry, honestly it’s fine. Sort of took my mind off of me being freaked out’

‘I feel like such a wimp’ you laughed, going to pull your hand away from his but he squeezed a little tighter as if he didn’t want you to let go.

‘Do you mind?’ He asked quietly, nodding down to your linked fingers, a small smile taking over his face as he gulped nervously. ‘I think I still need the emotional support’

‘Okay’ you whispered, settling back in the seat as a comfortable silence came over you.

‘You uh, thought about those rules yet?’ He laughed, trying to calm you down and change the subject. Little did he know you’d been thinking about them a lot.

‘Of course I have’ you winked, reaching for your iPad and he looked at you with a curious expression.

‘Oh yeah’ he laughed, watching with wide eyes as you opened your iPad up and went to your notes app. ‘Please don’t tell me you’ve got them written down’

‘Well I didn’t want to forget any’ you scowled causing him to laugh.

‘Go on then, what are you thinking’

‘Well, I think the first one should be no random kissing. There needs to be the intention of it going somewhere or when we’re… you know’

‘But I like kissing you’ he pouted, the crease in his eyebrows more pronounced than you’d ever seen it. You liked kissing Mason too, the fact that he’d admitted it made your skin tingle but you knew it was for the best. This was meant to be a friends with benefits situation and friends don’t kiss like you and Mason had done. ‘Come on, what else are you gonna disappoint me with’

‘No cuddling after and no sleeping in each others beds’

‘Fine, then no lingering eye contact’ he argued back, wanting to try and get some of his rules in but you were happy with that one. Eye contact with Mason was like a drug and you weren’t sure you could keep your cool with him if it was happening often so you quickly added that one to the list.

‘No sex with anyone else’ you told him and he looked back at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘No teasing, playing games or flirting with anyone else’

‘What do you take me for’ you laughed, typing it in anyway. ‘No telling anyone either. And the most important rule?’

‘What’s that?’

‘No feelings. At all. The friendship comes first. Deal?’

‘Deal’ he laughed, taking your iPad from you so he could sign his name and you quickly took a screenshot so you could send it to him later.

The rest of the ride was plain sailing. You watched a few films together as you spoke about what was planned for the week. As you’d joined late, a lot of things had been booked already so he filled you in on a few activities that were booked and when you were about to come into land Mason made sure he held your hand just as tightly so you weren’t scared.

You all made it out of the airport in good time, splitting into two taxis and whilst you were in the same car, Mason sat up front with the driver whilst you sat in the back next to Carly with Ben on her other side as she let you know how excited she was to have you joining. She knew you hated talking about money though so thankfully she avoided the topic and soon enough you were pulling into the drive of a huge villa.

You felt intimidated by it immediately, nothing you could ever dream of staying in without Masons help and he must have seen you looking a little overwhelmed as he left a quick kiss on your forehead when no one was looking before sending you a cheeky wink.

The others arriveded ten minutes or so after you so you used the time to give the place a once over and it was just as pretty as the pictures Mason had sent you. You felt out of place the more you walked around and everytime Mason tried to catch your eyes you couldn’t meet them. Another car was pulling up soon enough so you followed Carly down to meet everyone else in the kitchen.

‘Right there’s three rooms upstairs and two downstairs. Who wants what?’ Carly asked as you all gathered together and Mason was first in to make his argument about who should go where.

‘I think the three couples should take the rooms upstairs and y/n and I can take the two downstairs. That way the two single people don’t have to listen to you lot getting it on at god knows what time’

‘That does make sense’ you laughed, secretly hoping everyone else agreed as it would make yours and Masons little arrangement a lot easier and you could tell from the little sparkle in his eye that he’d been thinking about this for a while.

‘But you’ll be far away from me’ Carly pouted, knowing she liked her room to be close to yours when she could but for this trip you were hoping to be as far away from her as possible.

‘I know, but it makes sense, as long as everyone’s happy with it? And I’ll come up and visit you all the time’ You tried to reason but Mason had made his mind up for everyone and began picking up your bags.

‘Come on, Y/n. I’ll help you with your stuff’ he winked before nodding his head in the direction of the stairs. ‘We can all meet back here in like an hour or so?’

‘Sounds good’ Dec called, already halfway up the stairs so he could pick the best room and you laughed as Carly chased after him to try and stop him.

Once you were downstairs Mason lead you to the two rooms, doors opposite each other and you let him pick first even though they were both the same before he dumped your bag in your room and looked up at you with a shy smile.

‘I’ll um… I’ll go sort my stuff out and then come and get you?’ He asked, eyes everywhere but on you and you nodded before clearing your throat awkwardly. The air feeling like it had shifted since you got here and with one final nod he was making his way across the hall.

Mason was right, it was beautiful here and you were happy you’d let him talk you into coming away with everyone as you put all your stuff away but you still couldn’t help but feel like a bit of an imposter. You were hanging up your last few shirts when you heard him move across the hall and you braced yourself for him to come and see you.

‘Knock knock’

‘Oh, hey Mase. You alright?’

‘Yeah just coming to see how you’re getting on. You all unpacked?’

‘Almost’ you smiled, turning to hang up the last thing as he sat himself on your bed.

‘Y/n?’ He called softly and you turned to see his unreadable expression.

‘Yeah?’

‘Can I kiss you?’ He asked timidly and even though you were a little shocked, you knew you’d have to let him down a bit.

‘Mase-‘

‘Yeah I know it’s against the rules but I feel like we’re being super awkward with each other and it might ease the tension a little’ he explained, kicking yourself that you’d be so transparent.

He was right, you were being a little stiff with each other and probably could do with something to calm each others nerves so you slowly walked over to where he was sat and stood in between his legs as he carefully touched the backs of your thighs.

‘One kiss. That’s it?’

‘One kiss’ he smiled, standing up slowly and once he was close enough you rested your hands on his chest as he gripped your hips.

He started out pressing a kiss to your cheek, a smile breaking out on your face as he slowly peppered them towards your mouth before he finally popped a quick peck on your lips.

‘What was that’ you giggled

‘A kiss’ he winked, feeling the pressure evaporate off the pair of you almost immediately. ‘Always leave them wanting more’ he teased, squeezing your hips once before pulling away from you. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I’m fine. Sorry I guess I feel a little out of place’

‘Well don’t, you’ve got as much right to be here as everyone else’

‘It just doesn’t feel like it right now I guess’

‘‘Well you’ve got time to settle your debts’ he winked, a coy smile on his face as he squeezed your arm reassuringly. ‘You ready to go up?’

‘I guess so’ you huffed, following him up to meet everyone else to discuss what to do for the rest of the day. As the pair of you were the last ones up you were told you had to go and do the food shop with Woody and Kayla whilst the others sorted everything out at the villa.

You should've known it was a bad idea as soon as you started shopping. Mason never taking his hands from your body as you gathered everything from your list and it was safe to say he was driving you wild. He always seemed to have to get something from next to where you were, moving you to the side with his hand on the small of your back or reaching around you with his lips on your neck.

Thankfully Woody and Kayla were so wrapped up in themselves they didn’t seem to care what the pair of you were up to and as they rounded the corner to the next aisle towards the end of your trip you felt Mason pull you back and press you up against the glass door of the freezer. You would have been shocked but the heavy kiss he planted on you made you forget about everything else for the moment.

‘Mase, we’ll get caught’ you whispered, lips brushing against his as you spoke but he just smiled and kissed you again.

‘Sorry, that last kiss wasn’t enough for me earlier. I need a little more’ he winked and you couldn't help but smile. Truth be told you needed a little more too so you let him get away with it.

‘Well you’ve got it, let’s go’ you giggled, sliding out from under his grasp before walking him round to Kayla and Woody who we’re starting to load it all up at the till.

‘We’re just doing somewhere local for dinner, you okay with that guys?’ Lauren asked when you all got back, letting you slip off to go and get changed into something a bit nicer before meeting everyone to leave.

Mason stayed at the back of the group as you walked to dinner, talking with Woody and Kayla and you stuck with Carly so she could let you know the plan for tomorrow. Apparently it was a pool day for the most part but they’d booked a table at a club in the evening and you already began planning your outfit in your head.

‘This seat taken?’ Mason asked, holding the back of the chair next to you as you all began to take your seat around the circular table once inside.

‘No, it’s yours if you want it’ you smiled up at him, secretly thankful that he’d be sat next to you as Carly was on the other side of you next to Ben and you knew they’d spend their time all over each other.

Mason spent most of the night with his arm casually slung around your chair and whilst it meant and looked like nothing to everyone else, you felt yourself turn shy at the small gesture. He picked up on it too, eventually pulling his hand away to place on your knee discreetly but that just made you feel even more shy so after a quick squeeze he kept his hands to himself.

‘I can’t wait to get back to the villa and get to bed, it’s been such a long day’ Lauren yawned, falling into Decs body so he could give her a little cuddle and you watched on with slight envy as the other girls got loved on by their boyfriends. Your eyes falling to the table as you played with your fingers and you wished you had someone to show you a bit of affection however it was too risky to look to Mason for that right now.

He was your friend, nothing more than that and there was no way he should be acting like the other boys were with their girls but you so wished he would.

You thought maybe he sensed it too, sneaking a glance up to him and he was already looking at you with sympathetic eyes before he sent you a wink. Letting you know that once you were back you could have him all to yourself.

You were silent on the walk back, you and Mason falling behind as the others walked hand in hand with their partners but the sudden feeling of Masons arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into his side made you smile.

‘You alright there muffin?’

‘I’m alright Mase’ you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder but he just squeezed you a little more.

‘Promise?’

‘Of course’

‘You tired or do you wanna hang out for a bit when we get back?’

‘We can hang out for a bit’ you nodded, knowing exactly what he meant and even though you were nervous to say the least, you didn’t want to be on your own for now.

Everyone was off to bed as soon as you got back and once you and Mason had made it down the stairs he nodded into his room and you followed without a word. Watching him climb into bed and hold his arms out for you and you let yourself melt into his body.

‘What’s wrong, Muffin?’ He asked gently. ‘You know we don’t have to do anything-‘

‘It’s not that’ you laughed. ‘I dont know, I guess I didn’t realise how different it would be going away with three couples when you’re single’

‘I get that’ he breathed, kissing the top of your head. ‘They’re all over each other aren't they? sometimes I just wanna tell them to let each other breathe’ he chuckled. ‘Don’t feel bad though, you’re mine this week okay? and I take care of what belongs to me’

‘Yeah yeah’ you laughed, rolling your eyes but you couldn’t deny it felt nice to be referred to as his.

‘I’m serious. And I’m also serious about us not doing anything unless you want to’

‘I do want to I just…’

‘What?’ He pressed gently, lips on your head as he spoke and you nestled into him further before speaking.

‘I’m just a little nervous’ you whispered. ‘I know we’ve had sex before but we were drunk and practically fully clothed. What if you don’t like-‘

‘I’m gonna stop you right there’ he laughed. ‘Sit up for me’ he told you, sitting up himself before plonking himself down opposite you.

You weren’t sure what was happening but when he reached for the neck of his top and pulled it off you weren’t sure where to look.

‘What are you doing?’ You asked, looking up into his face and the gentle smile on his face melted you.

‘Your turn’ he told you, head nodding to the off the shoulder crop top you had on and you thanked your lucky stars you’d changed into your strapless bra earlier so you weren’t bare chested straight away.

As soon as it was off, his eyes were looking over you hungrily as he bit his lip hard. His reaction boosting your ego slightly before he stood up and pulled you with him so he could unbutton his trousers and take them off. You’d seen him in shorts before but looking at him in his fancy green boxers was a whole other story and you felt your mouth go dry.

You didn’t wait for his instruction this time, slipping your thumbs into the waistband of your trousers and you pushed them over your hips before stepping out of them.

‘C’mere’ he whispered, holding his hand out for you to take and you let him pull you into his body. His warm skin touching yours for the first time and you were surprised about how smooth it felt under your fingers. Gripping his strong shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist before he lent down to kiss you.

He was taking his time, slowly brushing his lips against yours as his hands travelled down to your bum. Gripping it gently as he began to knead it and you felt your knees go weak from his touches.

You wanted to feel more of him though, feel his skin against yours so you reached behind your back to unclasp your bra before throwing it to the side and the feeling of his warm chest pressed against yours made you both sigh into each other's mouths. He was turning you on in a way you don’t think anyone ever had so when he turned you both a little and gently pushed you off and onto his bed you went with it and fell back gently.

You could tell he was happy with what he was seeing, his eyes raking over your chest as his bottom lip got trapped in between his teeth but he wanted you further up the bed. Nodding his head to encourage you to move up and into the centre before he knelt in between your legs.

‘I’ve got an idea’ he told you, hands gripping your thighs gently before giving them a little squeeze and you felt your heart thud in anticipation. ‘You still nervous?’

‘A bit, yeah’

‘Maybe we should do something to ease it then, yeah?’

‘What do you have in mind?’

‘Well, I was thinking. Why don’t you show me what you like’ he asked, eyes slowly trailing over your body before looking back into your eyes. ‘And I’ll show you how I like it’

You felt your cheeks flush immediately, wondering if he was really suggesting what you thought he might have been but when he brushed his fingers over the bulge in his boxers your suspicions were confirmed.

‘Oh, I don’t know mase’

‘I know it seems scary, but once we get going you’ll be fine’ he reassured, leaning over to place a soft kiss to your lips. ‘And I promise I’ll take good care of you after yeah?’ He spoke against your lips.

You felt yourself nodding, agreeing to his plans before you’d even really thought about it and when he reached for your underwear, you lifted your hips and let him pull them from your legs. Thinking if you could just get through this part then he’d give you what you wanted and the satisfied groan that fell from his lips as he finally caught sight of you fully undressed made you shiver. The sound travelling straight in your ears and down your spine to your core.

‘You want me to go first?’ He asked, sounding almost breathless as he continued to touch himself over his boxers so you nodded to let him know he was good to go, hoping seeing him playing with himself would give you the boost you needed.

You kept your eyes on his until he hooked his thumbs under his boxers and pushed them down. Watching his hard length spring free and slap his tummy gently and you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

Yes you’d felt him before but you never really got to see him. And he was big. Intimidatingly so and when he took himself into his hand and started to pump himself you almost lost it.

It’s like you were in a trance, your eyes watching his hand go up and down, drinking in the noises he was making before his free hand reached for yours in an attempt to position it where you’d follow suit and even though your cheeks were burning you went with it. Shutting your eyes as your fingers brushed over where you needed some relief.

The moans pouring from your lips only appeared to be spurring him on, eyes never leaving where your fingers were so he could memorise the way you touched yourself for later but soon enough it all became too much for him. Slowly tearing your hand away so he could line himself with your entrance and once a whimper had fallen from your lips he was gently pushing his way in.

‘Fuck’ he stuttered, closing his eyes as he moved his hips, picking his pace up almost straight away like he couldn’t contain himself and you relaxed into the sheets as he laid his body on yours. Face nuzzled in your neck as you wrapped your arms around him but it was almost as if it was over before it started. Mason moving his body up before removing himself from you and taking himself back into his hand so he could release himself over your tummy.

‘Shit shit shit’ he spat, his breathing heavy as he looked at what he’d done but you couldn’t catch his eyes to make him talk to you.

‘Mase?’ You asked, looking up to his blood red face that was full of embarrassment and when his eyes finally met yours you felt your tummy drop. He looked humiliated and scared, like you’d were about to throw him out for cumming too quickly but that was the last thing on your mind.

‘fuck I’m so sorry I couldn’t hold it’

‘Mase it’s fine-’

‘No it’s not, Jesus Christ’ he interrupted, his hand scratching the back of his neck. ‘You can tell it’s been a while huh’ he laughed awkwardly, grabbing his shirt so he could clean you up a bit. ‘There you were worrying I wouldn’t like what I saw, you’re too attractive clearly. My dick can’t take it’

‘What about last time’ you laughed, referring to your little escapade on Ben’s sink and whilst it wasn’t the longest time you’d ever gone it wasn’t as short as this.

‘I had whisky dick last time. Normally I can’t even get it up when I’ve had that much to drink so the fact I fucked you is actually pretty impressive I’ll have you know’ he laughed shyly before slipping down next to you. ‘Look just lay back so I can finish you off yeah?’

‘You don’t have to’

‘Well I do. Won’t leave any of my customers unsafisfied with my service’ he winked, a strange feeling settling in your tummy at his words but in the end you just laughed him off.

‘Mase that’s gross’ you told him but you were soon silenced as he pressed his lips to yours whilst hooking his leg around yours to keep them apart before plunging his fingers into you with no prior warning.

You thought he might try and get you to your high quickly so you could leave after what he’d done but if anything he was taking his time. Slowly pulsing his fingers inside of you as he stared straight into your eyes and the change in pace made you dizzy.

‘Mase, p-please’ you stuttered, grinding your hips down onto his hand in hopes you’d feel the friction a bit more but the teasing smile on his lips made you shiver.

‘What is it, muffin?’

‘Faster please’

‘Oh I don’t think so’ he whispered, leaning down so he could place a kiss on your lips ‘remember last time? I said I wanted to take my time with you but we couldn’t. So I’m gonna take my time with you now okay?’

‘Okay’ you nodded, knowing he’d get his own way anyway so you let him have you as he wanted. Moving himself in between your legs so he could rest his forehead on yours but the eye contact was proving too intense for you, not to mention it was against the rules, so you shut your eyes just before you felt him kiss you again.

‘You think I can have a taste?’ He asked, lips dancing across your cheek as you nodded, your legs shaking in anticipation as he kissed his way down your body. Seemily wanting to cover every inch of your skin with his lips all whilst his fingers still worked away inside of you but soon enough he was where you needed him. Kissing all over your thighs until you couldn’t take it anymore so you gently threaded your fingers through his hair so you could move him. Feeling him chuckling against you before the warmth of his tongue finally made contact with your clit.

‘Fuck Mase’ you shuddered, fingers gripping his hair even harder so you could ride his tongue. Thinking you may be pushing it a bit far but the way his free hand was roaming your skin let you know he was enjoying it just as much. Touching as squeezing every part of you he pleased and the warmth of his hand made it all feel more intense.

You reached your high soon after, arching your back off the bed as he rode you through it before you slumped back down. Chest heaving as you came back to reality but Mason settling himself next to you made you smile.

‘I’m sorry about earlier, hopefully that made up for it’ he laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead and making you chuckle.

‘I guess we can call it even now’

‘Do you think you might have another one for me?’ He asked seductively, lips by your ear before he kissed your neck. ‘I think I might have enjoyed eating you out a little too much’ he told you. Taking your hand so you could feel him again and to your surprise he was as hard as a rock.

‘I think I might, yeah’ you winked, lips reaching up to his so you could kiss him again as you both got lost in each other once more.

y/n

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masonmount plane pals 🤜🏻🤛🏻

y/n thank you for keeping me sane 😊

carlywlms_ I still can’t believe you’re here 🥹

y/n believe it baby 🤭

laurenfryer_ THE GANGS ALL BACK TOGETHER

y/n LET THE FUN BEGIN 🤪

declanrice Mason is such a baby

y/n are just jealous you couldn’t hold his hand like normal?

decalnrice 🤐

__nads have the best time 🩷 i promise to look after your baby with my life 🧁

y/n thank you 🥰 just call me if you need me!

__nads girl relax I got this 😉

lukeshaw23 thanks for the invite

masonmount I’ll bring you back something nice 😏

declanrice 😘

woody_ hope Mason didn’t hurt your hand 😭 could hear you squealing from three rows away

masonmount yes cause I was the one that caused it 🙄

y/n sorry Mase ☹️

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youunravelme · 1 year

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to all the girls you've loved before part 1

author's note: hi! remember that time i wrote jack fics? well i'm branching out, so BUCKLE UP BABY. it should be said that this will be multiple parts, i don't know how many though so again, buckle up. also i'm pretending the trade never happened

pairing: single dad!mat barzal x reader

summary: being a nanny for rich people was probably the worst thing that ever happened to you, until you started working for mat.

warnings: children, rich people, mentions of absent parent

mat barzal. nearly everyone in new york was obsessed with him, you knew him by the awkward elevator interactions when you were leaving work and he was getting home.

you nannied for a family in his building, a mom named erin who was rarely home with two really sweet children, ages 2 and 4.

you didn't even know his name until a few weeks after he moved in when erin mentioned his name in passing conversation, saying something about an nhl player living across the hall.

"i think he's around your age," she said with a sly smirk. "and handsome too, introduced himself to the kids too. such a sweetheart."

"erin," you started. "you can't possibly know he's a sweetheart from one two second interaction."

she tsked and waved you off. "first impressions have a great impact."

you met him when you were getting off the elevator. he had a duffle bag slung over one shoulder and wore a suit, his hair was wet and strewn about in every direction. you were in a pair of sweats to combat the cold.

he mumbled a small hey and made a pathetic excuse for a smile as he waited for you to get off the elevator.

everything you knew about him, you gleaned involuntarily. he must suck at cooking given the amount of times the smoke detector would go off in his place, you could hear the beeping through the walls. and his lack of cooking skills took shape in the trash bags filled with take out boxes that he loudly dumped in the trash chute. you even knew he had a best friend named "tito" from the shouting that erupted every time said friend came over.

you thought nothing of him aside from the mild annoyance at his loud noises.

it wasn't until the fall came and the two year old turned three (and therefore went off to preschool) that things changed.

you'd just settled into your pajamas when erin called asking you to come over.

"is everything alright?" you asked.

"you remember mat?"

"hardly."

she laughed through the phone, though it sounded a little strained. "can you come over? he's found himself in a bit of a situation."

you paused. "what kind of situation?"

spoiler alert: it was an eight month old baby girl kind of situation.

mat was sitting on erin's couch while the baby, whose name was apparently ella, snoozed away in the pack and play when you walked in.

erin explained the situation as you took a seat. something about a fling he had that resulted in a pregnancy (obviously) and the mom decided parenting just wasn't for her so she dropped the baby off with mat and has blocked him on all forms of communication.

erin leant some things like a pack and play for ella to sleep in until he got a crib. but he didn't need that as much as he needed you.

a nanny.

"i know you already have a job, but i can pay well and pay you more for watching all three kids when you have them," mat begged. "i know i have late games so it would require late nights but you can sleep in the guest room if you'd like and i might be gone for a week at a time, but you can invite friends over to hang out and--"

you held up a hand. listening to the man beg and plead for your help was almost heartbreaking. "i'll do it."

he sat back. "what, really?"

you furrowed your brows. "is that a problem?"

mat shook his head. "no! sorry, i was just surprised you'd agree so quickly.

"well, it's not like it would interfere with my time with erin's girls. i could watch your baby during the day and take her to pick up the girls from school and keep ella until you get back."

he still looked unsure. "i work late nights sometimes, is that a problem?"

you thought about the fact your schedule has been empty for the past few months, that the only reason you leave your shitty apartment was because erin needed you to nanny. "i think i can manage."

he smiled for the first time that evening, looking almost near tears. "thank you thank you thank you," he said.

you nodded, a little overwhelmed by his sudden change in demeanor. "when do i start?"

day one

you hesitantly walked into mat's big ass apartment to the sound of a screaming baby.

it was six in the morning.

mat ran into the living room, hair askew, clothes wrinkled, but his baby was in a clean set of pajamas with tears running down her face.

"i don't know what's wrong," he said frantically. "she woke up and i changed her diaper but she's still crying."

you dropped your bag on the floor and made your way over to him, taking ella out of his arms and immediately bouncing her in your own. "she's probably hungry," you guessed.

"i tried that! i put the bottle in the microwave but when i gave it to her she started crying harder and--"

"wait," you stopped him. "you put the bottle in the microwave?" he nodded. "with the formula?" he nodded again. "mat, you can't do that. heat the water separately and then add the formula. and then test it on your wrist to make sure it's the right temperature." you walked into the kitchen and prepared the bottle the right way, showing mat how to do it as you went.

when all was said and done, you placed the new bottle in ella's mouth and watched as she took it without issue.

mat's shoulders sagged in relief. "you're a miracle worker."

you gave him a sheepish smile. "you can go get ready, mat. i've got her from here." he nodded and hurried towards what you assumed was his bedroom while you walked over to the couch to sit down.

ella was a cute baby, you'd give her that. no doubt taking after her father. she looked at you with wide eyes as she drank her bottle, her irises never left your face. it would've been unnerving if she had been an adult.

mat came out a little less frazzled ten minutes later. ella had finished her bottle at that point and the both of you were laid on the floor doing tummy time.

"what's that?" he pointed to the two of you once he stopped running his hands through his hair.

"what's what?"

"what's that you're doing?" he gestured again before placing his hands on his hips.

"tummy time," you smiled. "it helps build her neck muscles. also helps prevent flat spots on the back of her head."

you didn't like to judge people for their skin color, because it's racist, but you didn't think it was possible for mat to be paler until you spoke.

"she could get flat spots?"

you hung your head as ella babbled to herself.

it was going to be a long employment.

day ten

you'd finally gotten mat on a rhythm, he looked a little less scared with every day that you came over.

but today was different.

he was going on an eight day roadie which meant you would be watching her overnight several nights in a row (on top of erin's kids).

you'd done much harder jobs before, so you weren't nervous about the time you spent with ella, it was more so you feared all the confidence you built in the week or so you'd worked for mat would disappear when he came back and realized he had an eighteen year commitment waiting at home for him.

"you have my number, right?" he asked even though you got it the night you accepted the position.

"yes, mat," you said instead.

"and you'll text me if anything goes wrong?"

you nodded. you bounced ella on your hip and held her hand up. "bye dada," you said for her, smiling as she did.

mat's bags were stationed by the front door, but he made no move towards them. he stayed planted in front of you, but his hands fidgeted.

"can i--" he cleared his throat. "can i hold her?"

"of course!" you didn't hesitate to pass her off to mat, who handled her like precious cargo, but was still a little unsure about the entire situation.

once she was settled, he took his eyes off her to look at you. "you know where the guest room is, right?" you nodded. "right, just make yourself at home. i stocked the fridge, i have just about every streaming service, so you should be fine." he paused. "but if you aren't--"

"mat--"

"--you can just text me if you need anything, alright?" he turned his head to focus on ella who took her hands to slap to his cheeks. "and you be good, okay baby?" his voice pitched higher right before he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

you checked your watch to keep yourself from intruding on what felt like a special moment. "mat," you started. "you should get going before you're late."

he nodded and pressed one last kiss to the top of ella's head before passing her back to you. "i'll facetime you when i get to the hotel, okay? so i can tell her goodnight?"

you nodded and left out the part that she would probably be asleep because honestly, you weren't expecting him to remember.

"alright," he said, wiping his hands on his pants before making his way to the front door where his bags sat. "i'll see you in a week."

"bye bye dada," you said in a high squeaky voice, using ella's hand to wave just like before.

he smiled before walking out the door and locking it behind him.

day fourteen

it wasn't until halfway through mat's roadie that weariness settled in. you were constantly surrounded by children, which normally wouldn't be an issue, but between ella and erin's two kids, you were practically a full time single parent.

which sucked because it wasn't even like you got laid to even create this issue.

mat, though, true to his word, facetimed every night he possibly could. he smiled wide every time he saw ella's face and while she was confused at how your phone worked, ella smiled and laughed at the sound of her father's voice.

"what have you been up to?" he asked one evening. you were spoon feeding ella sweet potato puree for dinner while he was laying in bed in his hotel room.

"nothing really, we went to the park today, she was really happy to see a few dogs."

mat grumbled. "certainly didn't get that from me."

you couldn't help it, you smiled at his pout.

"is that--" he guffawed. "did i make you smile?"

you rolled your eyes. "i'm sure i've smiled at you before."

"you haven't!"

"and i don't blame you!" another voice piped in. "he's not funny."

when mat saw the look on your face, he sighed. "that's tito," he said like that explained everything.

"nice to meet you, tito!" you called.

"is that your nanny?" you heard him call. "can i say hi to ella?"

mat rolled his eyes but moved the camera to show you a good looking man lounging in the other bed. he was handsome in a way that mat wasn't. you couldn't really compare one to the other in the same way you couldn't compare an apple to quantum physics.

"ella can you say hi?" you asked in a small voice. ella spared a single glance to camera before screaming. you laughed before spoon feeding her more puree. "sorry," you started. "she does that sometimes."

tito looked terrified but covered it up quickly when mat cleared his throat. "she just screams randomly?"

you shrugged. "usually when she's excited or frustrated."

tito laid back in his bed and started scrolling on his phone. "babies, man."

mat came back into view. his head rested back on his pillow as he held the camera above his face. "are you both doing okay?"

you opened your mouth to reply but tito cut him off.

"you don't need to ask her that everyday!" he said.

you couldn't see what he did, but judging by the shaking of the camera and the cackle that escaped tito's lips, you'd give your left leg and say he flipped his best friend off.

you took your eyes off the camera to look at ella who was using her puree covered hands to rub at her eyes. you put your phone down and grabbed a napkin to immediately start wiping her face and hands.

"is everything okay?" mat asked. "did i lose you?"

"just had to put the phone down to clean her up. she's getting sleepy." you pulled ella out of her high chair, resolving to clean it up later, and picked your phone up.

mat's face lit back up when ella came into view. "hi baby girl," he smiled. "are you getting ready to go to bed?"

ella rested her head on your shoulder and yawned.

"well, i'll let you two go," mat sighed. "i love you, ella bean." he directed his gaze to you. "same time tomorrow?"

"i'll let you know if anything changes."

"night."

"night, mat."

he ended the call and left you to take ella to bed.

day twenty-seven

nearly a month into working for mat and everything was going great. ella had gotten used to you which meant she knew you would come back when you left the room. the first two weeks, she cried every time you left. and if you had to guess, it probably had something to do with how her mother treated her.

and mat, well, he was embracing the father role well enough for someone who thought he was an unattached bachelor not even a month ago.

as far as you go, you were still getting used to the workload of erin's kids and ella. and while you would never breathe a word of it to anyone, you preferred ella over erin's kids.

your roommate and your boyfriend took some time to adjust to your new hours, but your roommate was excited when you contributed more to groceries and apartment needs. as far as your boyfriend went, he was still getting used to the idea of you being gone all day and sometimes even weekends, but even he admitted ella was the cutest baby he'd ever seen.

you were plating yogurt and some smashed peaches for her morning snack while holding her on your hip when mat walked in the kitchen, hair wet from a shower.

"hey," he said. "how is she?"

at the sound of his voice, ella turned in your arms and made a grabby motion for him. "you tell me," you said, handing her off to him. almost immediately, ella rested her head in the crook of his neck and popped a thumb in her mouth.

a smile crossed his face at the way ella fit so perfectly into the lines of his body.

"you're good at this," you remarked.

he laughed. "i have no idea what i'm doing."

"does anyone?"

"you seem to have it figured out."

the laugh was out of your mouth before you could stop it. "well then, let me go audition for broadway. i'm a better actress than i thought."

neither of you said a word, but you continued to stare at each other until his phone dinged. mat shifted ella around until he could fish his phone out of his pocket. "oh it's my mom." he scrolled through the texts when a figurative lightbulb appeared over his head.

"what?" you asked.

"my family is coming into town to meet ella next week so that might affect the hours you have." a flash of panic must've been present on your face because he quickly spoke again. "but your pay will still be the same! i don't want you to worry about that at all. i might still need you throughout the week."

"okay!" you smiled before moving ella's morning snack to her high chair. mat peeled her off of him and placed her in the seat before taking the chair next to hers.

his phone dinged again.

"oh," he said.

"what is it?"

"my mom wants to meet you."

"oh."

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal x reader #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl blurb

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makeitmingi · 10 months

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Cause Baby You’re My Muse [Chapter 1]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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Your phone vibrating against your desk was what caught your attention. Otherwise, with your headphones on, you wouldn’t have heard it. You reached over to turn it off, eyes widening when you saw the time.

“Shoot! I’m gonna be late!” You shot out of your chair and went to the bathroom. Honestly, you did not plan on pulling an all-nighter. But after you were finally able to get some beats to work, you wanted to ride that high and continue working.

“What to wear? What to wear?” You knew you should have planned your outfit last night. In the end, you wore a hoodie, some wide jeans and a beanie, plain and simple.

“Ah... What do I need?” You stood in front of your desk, mind blanking out due to the unexpected rush to leave the house.

“Laptop, keyboard, iPad, headphones... Notebook, pen...” You swiped off whatever you could carry and dumped them into your duffel bag. There was no time to neatly arrange everything.

“Which bus was it again?” Scratching your head, you tried to find the instructions on your phone. Thankfully, when you finally found out the route, the bus came rather quickly. You sat down and pulled a mask on.

‘Eden! Sorry, I might be a bit late. Got a little lost and was working all night... - Indigo’

‘No worries. We’ll be in studio 1. - Eden’

You sighed as you read the message. This was not the image you wanted to give on your first day at work. You wanted to maintain a professional image, not one that is tardy and not put together.

KQ Entertainment

Looking up at the sign, you gulped and adjusted your mask before going in. The security guy at the counter looked at you. He raised an eyebrow, taking in your appearance. You wouldn’t blame him for being suspicious. You looked ordinary, not like someone who would work at an entertainment company. Slowly, you slid your pass over to him.

“Go ahead.” He nodded to the lifts after approving of your comapny pass. Luckily you had all the access things you needed, collected the day you signed the contract two weeks ago.

“Studio... 1!” You found the door you were looking for. Before entering, you took a deep breath, gulping as you raised a hand to knock.

“Indigo?”

“Eden. Hey.” You smiled behind your mask and wrapped your arms around him. Eden chuckled, reciprocating the hug and even lifting you up slightly. He pulled away and patted your head, leading you into the studio

“Sorry, I’m late. I didn’t even know the sun had risen while I was working.” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“Don’t worry about it. It happens to the best of us.” Eden laughed.

As you stood there, Eden introduced you to the 6 others in the room, also known as members of ‘Edenary’. All producers of different calibre brought in by Eden himself.

“Nice to meet you, you can call me Indigo.” You bowed and introduced yourself to them after they told you their names. Eden had briefed everyone prior, about your want for personal privacy. So you go by your producer name ‘Indigo’ and you wear a mask to hide the lower half of your face.

“We all know who you are. The famous ghost producer.” Maddox reaches out to shake your hand.

“Yeah, honestly when Eden said he invited you to join us, we thought he was joking...” Jangmoon scoffed, making Eden roll his eyes.

“Please, I still have a lot to learn. I look forward to working with all of you and learning new things to improve.” You shyly bowed to them. You’ve only ever exclusively worked underground.

“I heard you only recently started working with idols though. Are you leaving the underground scene?” Oliv asked.

“No, not leaving. I just wanted more exposure. My recent works with idols is all through a ghost network so no one really know me.” You explained.

“But your name is famous, Indigo. We’re happy to have you onboard.”

“Like I said, Indigo isn’t going to join Edenary. She is here as a freelancer, to add some new creativity and difference to our music sound. But we’re still a team that works and collaborates together, okay? I’ve already told Hongjoong to come later to meet her after his schedule.” Eden said.

“Yes, boss.” The 6 saluted jokingly and you followed suit with a small giggle. Eden scoffed, already used to the antics of the 6. You waved to them and bowed again as you followed Eden out of the big studio.

“So studio 1 is where all the big recordings and main meetings happen. I’ll take you to your private studio.” He informed.

“Oh, right. Thank you.” You followed him down the hallway, past a lot of doors.

“So this is the producers’ floor. After you settle in, I’ll give you a tour of the rest of the building.” Eden smiled.

“This is yours. It has the basic equipment from the brand you told me you use. I got what I could get within the budget. Feel free to add your own stuff to the set up and customise the studio to your liking.” He opened the door.

“Wow.” You were in awe. You were grateful there was some equipment so you wouldn’t have to ferry equipment back and forth.

“So the couch is a pullout like you’ve requested for. The other furniture like table, chairs, cabinets will be paid for by the company. Just put together a list and send it over to me.”

“Thank you so much, Eden.” You bowed.

“No need to keep thanking me. I think you have a lot of talent to offer, Indigo. One of the members of the idol group we mainly produce for, Ateez, will come introduce himself to you later. He is the leader or captain actually, name is Hongjoong. He works with us during production a lot so it’s good to meet him and get a feel for his style.” Eden said.

“Captain?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“It’s their concept. Pirate ship plus not wanting to follow other groups and have a leader. So they call him captain.” Eden explained with a laugh.

“Got it. Captain, not leader. I’ll be here until then.” You said.

“If you need anything, I am in Studio 2. Oh and don’t forget to password lock your door.” He informed and left you to give you some time to settle down and set up.

“Can’t believe I’m actually here.” You shook your head in disbelief. Never would you have expected yourself to be here, working with other people.

Unzipping your duffel bag, you placed all the equipment you brought on the desk, in a set up that was similar to the one you had at home. It was how you worked the best and comfortably.

“Monitors, here and here. Speakers will have to be pushed back.” You roughly sketched how you would want you full set up to look like.

“I’ll bring my equiliser... Sound mixer...” Also, you made a list on what extra equipment you would want to bring in.

“Let’s see... What was I working on?” Putting your headphones on, you started working. Since it was getting a bit hard to breathe and you were alone, you pulled your mask down to your chin as you worked.

Indigo, the alias name you had chosen for yourself from the time you started working. You worked with rappers and singers that mainly operated underground. Only recently you’ve been giving your works to idol groups but no one has actually met you before. You were known as the ‘ghost producer’.

But Eden reached out, giving you a shot at producing “above ground” for idol groups, where you can learn and earn a lot more. All while maintaining your privacy. So you accepted.

*DING DONG*

“Huh? Coming!” You pulled your mask up and went to the door. Eden stood there with a very good looking male.

Besides his handsome face, it was like looking in a mirror. He had blue hair, the colour matching your peekaboo dyed hair. He also had multiple piercings on his ears like yours.

“Indigo, this is Hongjoong. He is the captain of Ateez. Hongjoong, this is Indigo. Our new producer.” Eden introduced.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Hongjoong. I am a big fan and look forward to working with you.” He seemed to hesitate reaching out to shake your hand so he opted to bow politely instead.

“Hi, Hongjoong. Likewise. You can call me Indigo.” You held your hand out to him and he smiled before slipping his hand into yours to shake it.

“Please, come in. I only have a couch so I apologise.” You invited them in.

“I need to go meet the big boss. Hongjoong, you stay and get to know our new producer, okay? Take care of her. Actually, you guys kind of look alike now that I look at it.” Eden noted. You scoffed playfully and rolled your eyes as Eden left. Hongjoong’s eyes widened as he cleared his throat. You still invited him in, closing the door behind him.

“Your blue is like mine.” You said, lifting the upper layer of your hair up to reveal the bright blue underneath that matched Hongjoong. He nodded his head with a smile, fingers going to touch the ends of his blue hair.

“So, Eden says you produce too?” You asked.

“Yes. I’m usually part of the producing team for my group but I still have much to learn.” He explained, taking a seat on the couch while you wheeled your chair over to sit.

“Does your entire group produce? Sorry if I’m asking a lot. I just want to know what to expect.” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“No worries at all. Hmm, they don’t really produce. But they do partake in lyric writing. I’ll introduce you to them the next time we have group practice.”

“Alright. And you can ask me questions too, by the way...” You chuckled.

“Do you always wear a mask?” He outrightly asked. You had expected it, a lot of people ask why you wear a mask and why you want to keep your identity a secret when you could gain fame.

“Yes, it’s more a security thing. I appreciate the privacy, helps to separate my private and personal life. Maybe one day you’ll know what I look like.” You joked.

“Why did you want to work with Eden hyung or an entertainment company? The underground would be perfect for privacy.”

“Exposure and experience. I’ve never really worked with a team, I’ve never worked outside of my underground studio. It’s usually me sending my works to others to use; whether it is lyrics or beats or melodies. And working with idols is different compared to the underground scene.” You explained.

“That makes sense. I noticed your name in the credits for a lot of recent songs. I would say expectations are also different. There is a lot more... creative freedom and liberty underground.” He stated.

“You’ve worked underground before?”

“A little... When I was still in school. It was how I met most of Edenary. But it was mainly to learn before I signed to KQ.” He said.

“That’s cool. It would be interesting to work with a team. I can’t be a lone wolf forever, right?” There was some bitterness to the part of your statement. Hongjoong nodded his head with a comforting smile.

As you and Hongjoong talked, you surprisingly grew comfortable around him quickly, letting your guard down a little. He reminded you of a protective older brother, kind and patient.

“Well, I hope I am able to creatively add to the process, rather than burden the team.” You chuckled.

“Nonsense, I think you’re very talented.” He smiled kindly.

“I’m looking forward to meet the other members of your team. So I can get to know all your individual styles, as well as the cohesive style of Ateez.” You smiled, wheeling yourself back to your desk to grab your phone.

“Am I not enough for you? That you need to meet my other members.” He feigned hurt, putting a hand over his heart. You shook your hands in quick denial to the point where you actually dropped your device. But Hongjoong was quick, bending down to pick it up for you. He brushed the screen to inspect it for any damage.

“I was kidding.” He laughed as he held out the device.

“Thank you.” You received it with a small bow of your head. Hongjoong couldn’t help but reach out to pat your head, eyes full of adoration. Only when he realised what he was doing then he pulled away.

“I am so sorry. That was way out of line. I just... never had a sister before and... I don’t even know what I’m saying.” He stuttered.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t have any brothers but it’s weird that I kind of feel like you are one.” You blushed.

“It’s instinctive for me. Once you get to know my group, you will understand why I have to play to role of older brother, mother and father.” He joked.

“Are they that chaotic?”

“I always tell people that when you look at them as 5 year olds, you won’t feel so overwhelmed...” He rubbed the back of his neck, his ears turning slightly red at the tips. You laughed along with him.

Speaking to Hongjoong was like speaking to a friend, not a celebrity. He was humble, down to earth and relaxed. There wasn’t a point where he made you feel awkward or uncomfortable. Even when talking about producing, he never showed off his knowledge or experience.

“Once I get more equipment here, it’ll be an easier space for me to work in. But I ran a little later this morning when coming here so I grabbed what I could.” You told him.

“You work at night?”

“I find it more productive to work at night. Lesser distractions and night is when underground performances usually happen.” You explained.

“What genre do you usually work on?” Hongjoong asked. You thought about it for a while before wheeling yourself over to your desk. You waved him over and he stood up, walking to stand beside you.

“This is what I was working on last night. The reason I was late.” You told him, playing the recording for him.

“I’m trying different genres now, try to cater to the style of the artist I’m working with. So this is a softer R&B melody.” You explained to him, hiding your nerves.

“I like it. The flow is really nice.” Hongjoong bopped his head to the beat, fingers lightly drumming against the desk. You let out a mental sigh of relief, glad that he liked it considering he was one of the main people you would be working with from now on. But you kept all your emotions and reactions internal, maintaining a stoic face.

“Our style so far has been mainly EDM trap with dark hip hop... with dance-style anthemic songs from time to time. We try to dabble in multiple genres to show our range.” Hongjoong said.

“I’m looking forward to seeing that.” You nodded.

“Here, I’ll give you my number.” Hongjoong said. You handed him your phone and he typed your number, dropping himself a missed call to have your number.

“I have to go now but I’ll see you around.” He waved. You walked him to the door, waving to him as he left.

You checked your phone and realised that you had been talking to Hongjoong for close to 4 hours. You went to use the washroom and when you came back, you saw a paper bag right at the doorstep.

‘Eden hyung said you hadn’t eaten since you were speaking with me. Make sure to eat. And welcome to KQ! - Captain Hongjoong’

Inside the bag, there was street food like tteokbokki, two kinds of kimbap and some fried snacks. You sent him a thank you text before breaking your chopsticks to begin eating. You ate at your desk since it was the only table you had at the moment.

“Let’s see... Ateez music video.” You searched for something to watch while eating. You were probably the most unprepared newbie ever, not even doing research on the group that you’re going to work with.

“Hyung, where are yo- OH MY GOSH!” You were startled by someone just opening the door, turning around in shock. Seeing someone there, you scrambled for your mask but it had dropped to the ground.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know anyone was in here!” The male was flustered, bowing repeatedly.

“It’s fine. Please close the door.” You waved him off behind you. You heard the door close and you bent down to pick up your mask, putting it on. After that, you stood up and poked your head out to see if the guy was still there.

“Hello?” You called out but he must have ran off after the shock.

“Everything alright, Indigo? I heard a shout.” Maddox also emerged from his studio, a concerned look on his face.

“Oh, yes. Sorry for disturbing. Someone just entered my studio, we scared each other and he must have ran off. I think he wasn’t expecting someone to be in the studio.” You smiled.

“Ah, we thought everyone already knew that you were going to be working in studio 8. Sorry about that.” He apologised. You shook your head.

“I guess this just means I should be introducing myself to everyone.” You giggled. He laughed and nodded his head. Since he made sure you were fine and safe, he went back to his studio. You did the same, making sure to lock the door now as you returned to your food. Now at least people would have to ring the doorbell before coming in.

You huffed, chewing on the tip of your chopstick. Maybe it was one of Hongjoong’s group members, you didn’t really see his face clearly. You hoped that at the same time, he didn’t see your face.

"Well, it can’t be helped.” You sighed and finished up your food, wanting to get back to work right away.

As you continued to work on the same melody, you couldn’t help but hear Hongjoong’s fingers drumming against your desk.

“Maybe...” You opened up the composition page and tested out adding a light drum to the background, similar to the rhythm that Hongjoong had when he tapped on your table.

“No, this wasn’t it. What was it?” You clicked your tongue in annoyance, trying different variations of it. After some experimentation, you played it back.

“Finally!” You threw your head back with a big, victorious smile. It sounded like a nice remix version. Maybe this was a sign that things were going to work out well for you here.

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Heir to the Throne Pt. 2

Lowkey think this is shit. Enjoy!

You were sitting in Dr. Kinbott’s office with your head thrown back against her sofa as time moved unbearably slow.

“Oh come on Y/N, this is your second appointment. We can talk more about your art if you’d like? But you have to discuss something with me.” You didn’t answer her right away, just continued to sit while playing with your hands. You felt the small ache in your chest remembering the conversation you had last night.

“So you are here to keep an eye on Wednesday?” The hand who introduced himself to you as Thing, gave you a thumbs up. Honestly you weren’t exactly freaked out when you saw him, just confused on why he was knocking on your window.

“You aren’t exactly doing a good job if you need help getting to Ophelia Hall.” He was quick to defend himself though, signing to you that Wednesday was getting too suspicious of being watched so he had to duck down for a little bit.

“Whatever it’s just past the quad and to the left heading towards the library.”

Thank you

“You’re welcome, see you around campus I guess.” With that you opened the door for him and he scurried right out just as your phone started to ring. You were quick to answer, not wanting to leave your mother waiting.

“Y/n, are you alright? Larissa called me saying she was worried about you.”

“Everyone is worried about me. When can I come home?” You were being short but you were angry at having to be here in the first place.

“I know this isn’t the most ideal plan but if it keeps you hidden then it is all worth it my darling. But it’s not going to work if you keep getting into fights.” You knew she was right but it wasn’t your fault.

“I promise you dear one, we will see each other soon. Now there hasn’t been any new developments?”

“Nothing’s been happening around here mom.”

“Y/N, you know I mean any changes with you. It’s very important you tell me the truth. If something is going on I need to know so your father can’t get to you.”

“He’s not my father!” Your outburst was unnecessary but you just hated the situation as a whole. The man was certainly not a father to you and he shouldn’t have been referred to as such. He was just the sperm donor who only wanted a child to take his place rather than incapable henchmen.

“Dearheart, please calm down for me. We will get through this. I promise I won’t let him take you from me.”

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“Y/N? Are you okay?” You quickly looked up to see Dr. Kinbott’s eyes, the overwhelming sense of dread creeping in.

“I’m worried ... .about my comic. My hero is having trouble staying a hero. He feels the weight of the world on his shoulders and he thinks about giving up his mantle. I’m not sure what I should have him do. Do you?”

Kinbott takes a minute to look at you before responding almost as if she was hesitant to answer. “Well I would tell him that there are so many people in his corner and counting on him. Sometimes heroes lose their way but there will always be those to help guide them into the light.”

“...That was so corny. Geez I just wanted to know if I should have him pass it on and train someone new but I guess not. Anyways, time is up.” You got up from the couch with a smirk on your face taking in the incredulous look Kinbott had on her face before laughing a bit.

“Oh we are going to talk about this next week Y/N!” You didn’t look back, just threw a wave to her over your shoulder before making your way downstairs.

You heard the end of the conversation before you reached the doors. “I wish you luck.” Seeing Wednesday close the van’s door before Weems could say anything else was definitely something to ease your mind.

“If only that was directed to me.” You said when Wednesday turned around. You weren’t planning to hold her up so you gave her a nod while starting to move around her when you heard shuffling in her bag.

“Hi Thing.” You slightly whispered so Weems wouldn’t be able to hear before moving closer to the van. What you didn’t catch was Wednesday gazing at you with a look of intrigue before heading upstairs.

“How did it go?” The smile on Weems face was too big to say anything remotely sarcastic to at this moment.

“It was fine, she helped me with my art. Is it ok if I go to the Weathervane for a bit? I need to think about some things.” You could tell she was hesitant to let you go by yourself even if it was just down the street.

“I promise I won’t cause any trouble and I’ll bring you back a hot chocolate?” You put a dazzling smile on your face, knowing her resolve was crumbling by the second.

“And could you possibly get me a pastry as well?”

You could feel the stares on you when you walked in the cafe but you were used to it even before Nevermore. It wasn’t more about what you were, it was more about how you presented yourself. So the uniform and the choice of pants instead of the skirt just had people more baffled by you.

With your enhanced hearing you of course heard every whisper, every scoff, every laugh but you tuned them out, making your way to the counter and placing your order with the normie, Tyler who seemed cool with your presence. Taking a seat near the door, you start to work on some sketches while waiting for your order.

“Your artwork is somewhat adequate.” You barely heard her coming. Her footsteps were so light, almost like she wasn’t even touching the ground.

“Thanks, so you’re making your escape now? Honestly I thought you would be gone within the same hour as you arrived.” She seemed at a loss for words, just staring at you before moving on from the subject.

“How do you know Thing?”

“He knocked on my window last night looking for you. He’s shit at tailing people.” Thing was quick to peek from Wednesday’s bag to flick you off but quickly ducked down at the sound of footsteps.

“What are Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?” You closed your eyes in exasperation. You just couldn’t catch a break. When you looked at the small group of normies, you didn’t even try to hold back your laugh.

“Says the ones dressed as pilgrims.”

“Yes, why are you dressed as religious fanatics?”

“We work at Pilgrim World?” One said like that was the most valid explanation while turning over the menu showing the said theme park. You were starting to get bored of the conversation, letting Wednesday insult them again in her unique way but when she stood up you knew just how interesting this was about to be.

“So tell me freak, have you ever been with a normie?”

“I never found one that could handle me.” With that you got up out of your seat, for once not wanting this to turn violent but apparently the suddenness scared the normie. His friends grabbed at Wednesday making you look back to see her kicking their asses but when you turned back he swung at you landing a solid hit making your head jerk to the side.

You smiled when you felt your nose start to bleed. It went down so quick after seeing the normie shit himself when you looked back at him. But next thing you know all three of them are on the ground and one's arm is pointing the wrong way.

You turned to Wednesday to see her already staring at you smirking almost. You couldn’t help but smile thinking she looked nice putting people in their place. But the little moment was ruined when the door opened and the sheriff walked in.

“Tyler, what the hell’s going on here?

“They were harassing customers and they put them in their place.” The sheriff looked you both up and down but you still had a goofy smile on your face.

“This one I can believe but this little thing? Did you help her?”

“Apologies Sheriff, I sent this one to fetch me something but this one slipped away from me.” She gestured towards you and Wednesday accordingly. You gathered your stuff already moving out the door to the van. You heard the rest of the conversation from there thinking it was weird that the Sheriff had a vendetta against Wednesday’s father but you could just imagine the gleam in her eye at the information.

The ride back was totally uneventful, just another earful from Weems about fighting but strangely Wednesday came to your defense taking the blame and being struck for merely trying to stop a fight from starting.

The rest of your day was spent finishing homework and planning out storylines. Now you were sitting on the edge of your balcony listening to Wednesday's elegant cello playing throughout the night. It was soothing as it was chilling to say the least. When she had finally finished you went to go back in before you slipped as you stood up.

“Oh shit!” You let out a scream as you started to slide down the roof, twisting and turning as you tried to hold on but to no avail as you reached the edge and went into a freefall off the side of the dorms, the ground approaching rapidly. Closing your eyes you tried to brace for impact but it never came.

“Y/N?”

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Robin and Steve went up to sing a few more times, though Steve was still emotionally rattled a bit. Give me your phone, Eddie had said, come to the show any day this weekend, he said, just text me and I’ll come out to give you a pass. What the fuck was Steve’s life right now? Once he told Dustin about this, Steve was going to have bragging rights for the rest of their lives, the kid would never have the high ground again. No matter what his ego said.

Eddie was back at the table with his band mates. Jeff and Gareth, Eddie had introduced them. Steve was just a little bit tempted to do a Corroded Coffin song to fuck with Eddie, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to pull off the vocals anyway. The band had refused to go up at all, said they had to rest before their show tomorrow, that causing a commotion wouldn’t be a good idea either. Steve was a little bit sad he wouldn’t get a personal show in such close quarters, that would have really made Dustin jealous. As it was, Steve could probably claim this as the kid’s birthday gift for life. Not that he would.

He was almost more excited just to tell Dustin than he was to go to the show at all. Though, he was very excited, this all still felt like a hallucination. Robin had pinched him multiple times, just to check he wasn’t dreaming. Not that he asked her to, she just did.

He couldn’t tell what Eddie was saying to his band mates, but Steve could still see the wide smile on his face, and for once Steve didn’t choke on his words or skip a breath.

Across the bar, stage lights in his eyes, he could see Eddie throw his head back and laugh - the pull of his skin making Steves mouth water. He was so drawn to Eddie, to the soft edges and eyes that held fireflies, and sure he was nervous around him, who wouldn’t be? But at this point, Steve could either not do anything and he’d never see Eddie again, or he’d shoot his shot and if Eddie rejected him the outcome would be exactly the same; Steve had nothing to lose. If he had to wrap himself just a bit in King Steve in order to finish the song calmly and walk over to Eddie, that was his business. Everyone needed armor now and again, and growing up the center of attention taught Steve exactly how to pull that armor out and engulf him.

After their song, probably the last of the night, Steve marched right up to Eddie’s table with a new-found determination. He had nothing to lose.

“Hey Eddie, can I talk to you?” He asked, lightly brushing his fingers against Eddie’s forearm. He didn’t want to grab and seem too forward or pushy, didn’t want to seem crazed or too much.

“Sure!” Eddie replied, glancing once over to his friends (who shot him mocking looks and little smirks) and leaned heavier into Steve’s touch. He followed Steve over to the dark hallway past the stage, the one leading to the bathrooms. It was a bit dingy, but perfectly quiet and out of the way for what Steve wanted to say.

Steve turned around to face the rockstar, felt closed in with him in this little space. The worst Eddie could do was take back his offer to go to the concert this weekend, that’s it. Steve kept repeating it over and over again in his mind, trying to convince himself he could really do this. Before, in school, Steve had been so cocky and so confident. It didn’t matter that Robin always told him to cool it, to humble himself, he was a Harrington, he was King Steve, all the girls wanted him and all the guys wanted to be him, it was easy.

But then a high school girlfriend, one he was genuinely serious about, had called his love bullshit. She said he wasn’t worth it, that it was all an act and their relationship was another bullshit dance their parents had pushed onto them. He never felt like King Steve after that, not really. He felt the mask and the act and the character he played but he never felt like that person again.

Here, in the back of the bar with the lights dimmed and the music from the stage dampened between the close walls, with Eddie looking at him with so much patience for someone he only met yesterday, he felt like it didn’t matter if he had the kings mask on or not. He could be Steve and that would be okay.

“Steve?” Eddie asked when Steve hadn’t said anything. His fingers trailed lightly against Steve’s forearm, gently gliding into the palm of his hand. Steve clasped onto the soft touch, turning his palm into Eddie’s.

“I was wondering how long you were going to be in town?” Steve said, his inflection pitching up into a question.

“Tuesday we’ve got another show about two hours from here. Going back to our roots, so to speak, and after that we’re back on the road,” he replied. So, four days. They had performances Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and Steve worked the weekends anyway. He could take Dustin to the show on Friday and then maybe… if Eddie was free, maybe Monday…

“Would you go to dinner with me?” Steve asked, tugging on the hand still held in his own. He pulled Eddie toward him just a step, letting the musician get closer if he wanted to. If he chose to.

Edit took a step closer, then another, the tips of their shoes stopping against one another.

“I’d love to,” he whispered between their shared space. “Does Monday night work for you?”

Steve huffed out a laugh, “Monday is perfect,” he said. “I’ll probably stop by your show tomorrow, if that’s okay?” Steve still wasn’t quite sure he was awake and not hallucinating, that he wasn’t drugged and unconscious in a hospital bed somewhere. He just wanted to double, triple and quadruple check that he was fully awake and welcome to just show up at this concert without a ticket.

“I said any day this weekend, of course you’re allowed to come tomorrow.”

“Well, sorry for kind of not believing this is actually happening after a rockstar I met yesterday said I could just show up to his concert completely unannounced without a ticket and waltz right in like some kind of famous lunatic or something!” Steve shouted a bit more than he intended to, quieting quickly and glancing around to make sure he wasn’t causing a scene.

Coast clear, his eyes darted back to Eddie who was pulling a strand of hair over his lips, and very clearly trying to hold back his laughter. Steve rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe how quickly he was thinking fondly of this rockstar, like he knew him, like was comfortable being around him.

“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie laughed, “I promise it’s allowed. Just text me when you’re outside and you’ll be lead into the venue, okay?”

Steve nodded, tugging on Eddie’s hand just to remember the feeling.

The two groups dispersed shortly after their conversation, Steve and Robin heading back to their apartment while Eddie and his band mates went back to their hotel or bus or wherever musicians on tour stayed while in town. It was late, around 1am, but Steve couldn’t wait to tell Dustin the news. The little twerp would be awake anyway, Steve was certain.

He called the second they got back to the apartment, Dustin picking up on the second ring.

“What’s up, what’s wrong, what happened, are you okay? Is Robin okay?” He answered in a panic.

“What, I can’t call my favorite duckling just to talk?” Steve replied, trying to lighten the mood so Dustin wasn’t worried.

“Duckling? Steve what the fuck, it’s one in the morning!”

He rolled his eyes, though Dustin couldn’t see, “oh what, like you were asleep? Tell Suzie I say hi.”

“Hi, Steve!” a soft voice crackled through the line. Dustin and Suzie always FaceTimed until one of them passed out, talking about nerd things until some ungodly hour. He smirked down the line.

“Yeah, okay, whatever. Why are you calling?”

“You’re gonna want to sit down for this, Buddy, are you sitting? Are you planted firmly on your ass?”

“My ass is firm,” Dustin joked back, a small ‘very firm’ chirped in the background.

“I… did not need to know that, never ever say that to me ever again. I hate you so much.”

Steve could practically hear Dustin rolling his eyes over the speaker. The kid was predictable, Steve could probably guess his every move on the other side of the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m the love of your life, what do you want? Why do I have to be sitting?”

“Robin is the love of my life and you know it,” Steve said. He took a deep breath, preparing to give the best news of Dustin’s life. “So you know that band you’re obsessed with?”

“Do I know the band I’m obsessed with? Yes, Steve, I know Corroded Coffin.”

“Okay, you keep up this little attitude of yours and I won’t tell you I just got tickets for their show tomorrow,” Steve blurted out. He was half expecting Dustin to continue through more arguments about his attitude, completely bypassing what Steve just said. Of course, Dustin was never one to miss the important information.

It was silent on the other end.

Steve pulled the phone away from his ear, waiting a few seconds before the inevitable scream from the other end. He could hear Dustin yelling back and forth between asking Steve questions and relaying the information to Suzie. He wasn’t loud enough to hear any actual words or questions, but there was no way in hell Steve was going to put the phone back to his ear with Dustin going berserk on the line. He didn’t want to ruin his hearing before even stepping foot inside the concert venue, how ironic would that be?

“Dustin!” Steve shouted into the receiver to no avail, “Dustin… Dustin! I swear to god I will answer your questions but you have to ask them one at a time, bud.”

There was a deep breath, a few muffled reassurances from Suzie, and then it was quiet again. Steve hesitantly placed the phone to his ear, waiting for the first question.

“Steve… how the hell did you get tickets? The show was sold out! All the days are. I know, I checked!”

“Okay, so I… didn’t technically get tickets,” Steve cringed.

“… WHAT? YOU-,”

“Dustin! I swear to god, I’m getting us into the concert tomorrow.”

“How, Steven?? HOW are you getting us into a sold out concert tomorrow for the biggest band to perform in Indy in years, the day before opening night?”

“Okay first of all, never call me Steven again. Ever. You got that? Never ever. And second…,” he paused, mulling over his choice of words, “I uh… I know a guy who’s working the venue.”

Steve could only hear Dustin’s breathing over the speaker. He didn’t know if he broke the kid or if he was trying to decide if Steve could be trusted after nine years of friendship. Maybe Dustin thought he was delusional, he wouldn’t be the first person to think that tonight.

“Is this a rich person thing?” Dustin finally asked.

“A rich- Dude, I make $20 an hour, no this isn’t a rich person thing, Jesus Christ,” Steve muttered. A snort like a lawn mower revved from behind Robin’s bedroom door, and Steve contemplated the pros and cons of shaving her head in her sleep for the third time that night.

“Well sorry! Forgive me for not believing you!” Dustin shouted sarcastically, the earlier hysteria bleeding into his words again (though thankfully not as much as before). Steve told Dustin to take another deep breath before continuing.

“He told me to text him when we got there, they’ll let us through. I already told him we’re going tomorrow, he’s prepared and reassured me like three times that he’ll personally make sure we’re let in. Do you want to go or not? I swear to god, kid, I could still rescind the offer.”

“Steve if you take this back I will shove my hand so far up your ass-”

“Oh like you could take me, Henderson, I don’t think-”

“You lost to Jonathan, I think I could do just fine.”

“Sounds like you don’t want to see a concert tomorrow, I think what you mean to say is ‘Oh my god, Steve, this is the best news of my life, you’re the greatest guy ever, I can’t believe I know someone who can get me into a concert for my favorite little rock band’,” He taunted, raising his voice to a pitch that absolutely wasn’t Dustin’s, but he knew it would rial the kid up anyway.

Henderson’s put-upon sigh crackled through the receiver, and Steve couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. Dustin could be exasperated all he wanted, Steve knew this was going to be an amazing experience for him, even if they had the shittiest seats possible.

“They’re metal, Steve. Metal.”

“Yeah, yeah, pick you up at 7!”

“This better not be a trick, or-,” Steve hung up before he got caught in another round of banter. Cutting Dustin off always brought Steve a sick kind of pleasure, the kid could go on and on and on, honestly it was self preservation. He headed to his room to finally sleep, kicking Robin’s door as he went. She would be spared from a buzz cut tonight, he was in a good mood.

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hornyfor-redacted-onmain · 3 months

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The One With Friends

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 7 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU

Masterlist | Next Part

It was a unanimous decision to have you leave the venue from the back and walk over to the entrance to wait in line with the rest of the crowds. None of you wanted nor needed the attention you could get if someone noticed you coming from backstage.

It’s for that very reason you made sure to hide your backstage pass deep in your bag, pulling out the upgraded tickets that the boys’ manager got for you.

You sent out a message once you got into line.

Soulmates

Y/N Guess who’s about to see Stray Kids live? Image.png Felix Omg really? Lucky Jisung And you didn’t invite me?!! How dare you （ > ﹏ < ） Chris Enjoy the concert. Felix Oh yeah, they’ll enjoy it alright ;) Chris Felix …

You let out a laugh, which quickly turned into cooing when Felix sent a selfie with a reluctant Seungmin, and you quickly closed your phone before anyone around you could see it (but not after saving it to your phone first). The line wasn’t moving just yet, so most people were either on their phones like you or chatting with each other.

You got into a fun conversation with the boy in front of you about your favorite choreographies, and then the girls behind you caught wind of your argument over how easy Maniac’s chorus really was and decided to start dancing to it. This caused the others in line to start cheering, and you were quick to film the moment to send to the boys later.

Once the doors were open and people were being let in, the line started to move quickly. Since you had arrived a little bit later, it took you a while to get in, but the conversations you enjoyed with other fans and the occasional text to the boys more than made up for it.

You found your seat easily, a girl with bright pink hair and a tall lanky boy with glasses sitting in the spot next to yours. You didn’t think much about it, sitting down and about to text the boys that you were inside the venue when the girl suddenly turned to face you with a blinding smile.

You turned your phone off to hide your chat.

“Hey, I love your outfit!”

You blinked at her. “Umm, thank you! I love your hair.”

“My name’s Sophie!”

“Soph, please. You can’t just start spontaneous conversations with every person you meet,” The boy piped up, placing an arm on the girl’s arm.

Sophie pouted. “But I really did like their outfit.”

“It’s okay,” I reassured. “I really do like your hair.”

You introduced yourself to Sophie, who then introduced the boy sitting next to her as her boyfriend, Alexis.

“Don’t mind him, he thinks it’s embarrassing to be as friendly as me.”

“I never said that. I think it’s adorable, but I know not everyone does,” Alexis argued.

“No, you just think I’m adorable,” Sophie corrected.

You let out a giggle. “You are kind of adorable.”

“I know!”

Both of you laughed. You spent the next few minutes chatting and getting to know each other, and you found that you had a lot in common with Sophie. The pinkette was easily excitable and a bit loud, which made her bias being Han unsurprising. Alexis was also surprisingly a Han bias, and you found yourself gasping when they admitted that they had met at a fan sign and were fangirling over Han next to each other in line.

It was like a moment out of a movie when they realized they were soulmates, sharing a hidden soulmark that they discovered months into dating each other.

“Have you met your soulmate?” Sophie asked, smiling at you in such an endearing way.

You returned the smile. “Yeah.”

“Oooh. Are they a stray kids fan?”

“I sure hope they are,” You said with a laugh.

The lights started to dim then, and the both of you immediately grew silent for a split second before the music started, and then everyone started to scream. Even though you had spent the past two days literally in the arms of the men who would be performing, you screamed along with the others in excitement as they came on stage.

You knew just from the double take Seungmin made in your direction that you were going to be teased relentlessly for it later, but in that moment, you couldn’t find it in you to care. Sophie echoed your screams, and the both of you shared a brief look in your excitement.

During the next 2 hours, the two of you would sing along to the songs, laugh at the members antics, and chat with each other during the moments between songs. When Sophie made a mad dash to the bathrooms the second the fan dance cam began, Alexis leaned over to whisper to you.

“Hey, thanks for not brushing her off. It’s nice to see Soph having fun with someone else.”

You frowned. “Yeah, sure. I mean, she’s really cool. Do people … brush her off a lot?”

“You’d be surprised,” Alexis told you.

When Sophie returned, since the next song had yet to begin, you took the opportunity to ask her for her number. Her face lit up in excitement and astonishment, and you found yourself feeling annoyed that anyone could ever push her away. Sure, she was a little loud and overly excitable, but it seemed like you were the first person to ever want to be her friend.

You made sure to periodically check in on her for the rest of the concert, which ended far too soon.

"That was amazing," Sophie gushed.

"I know!"

"Did you see when Han hugged Seungmin from behind? Ugh! So cute."

"Or when Changbin winked at Hyunjin and then got surprised when Hyunjin winked back. I was laughing so hard!"

"Babe, what was your favorite part?"

Alexis hummed, moving to grab Sophies waist when she stumbled trying to walk backwards. "I might be a bit biased, but when 3racha were singing their song, Han was looking a little too fine. I'm pretty sure a couple people died when he stuck out his tongue."

"Ugh, a menace that man is. He does it on purpose, I swear."

You laughed at them as they pretended to fan themselves, and as you walked with the pair towards the exit you suddenly remembered your plans to meet the boys backstage after the show. The route you would need to take was in the opposite direction to the exit you were heading towards.

You paused.

"Hey, it was really nice meeting you two, but I actually have to head over that way," You told them, pointing towards the other exit.

"Hmm? Oh, I was going to offer you a ride back to your place since you mentioned not having a car … are you going to uber?"

"Nah, my … my soulmate is going to give me a ride."

Sophie nodded. "Cool. Do you want us to wait until you meet up with them?"

You blinked, letting out an awkward laugh. "Oh, no. That's fine. I think they're already here anyways."

This time it was Alexis who spoke up. "We can walk you to their car. Its dark out, it might not be safe for you to be walking around alone."

"No, really. It's fine," You assured them, finding yourself panicking. "Really, its not that far."

You were touched by their worry, and if this was any other situation you wouldn't have hesitated to accept the couple's offer. But you couldn't exactly have them see you get in a car with Stray Kids without it spelling out your situation in large bold letters.

Sophie frowned, looking very much like she'd like to continue to argue with you, but Alexis just nodded.

"Fair enough. You should let us know when you get home safe though, just in case."

Your shoulders slumped in relief. "Yeah, that would be great."

You exchanged numbers quickly, and you gave the pair a quick wave as you turned around. The stadium was almost empty at this point, most people already having made their way out through the exits and leaving behind a handful of staff members who started cleaning up in their absence. You almost ran head first into the chest of one of those staff members as you turned around, and you took a few steps back with your hand raised.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there."

The staff member gave you an easy smile, and then proceeded to say your name with a questioning tone. Sophie and Alexis looked back from where they had begun to leave.

You nodded your head slowly

"Your soulmates sent me to get you," The guy said cheerfully.

You froze.

The staff member motioned for you to follow them, and you only managed to get a glimpse of Sophie as you shot a look over your shoulder. Her brows were furrowed in confusion, and you gave her a quick wave, hoping the panic that you were feeling didn’t show on your face. You didn’t get to see if she returned the wave as you turned around quickly to make sure you didn’t trip over the piles of confetti that other staff members were sweeping up, and if you weren’t so confused and worried, you might have offered to help them.

Chris was waiting for you outside the waiting room, and the moment you caught sight of him you rushed past the staff member to hug him.

“I think I fucked up,” You groaned.

He patted your back. “What happened?”

You explained the situation as he led you back into the room, and not even the sight of a shirtless Felix could make you feel better. The others listened in as you explained how some random fan might have enough information to put together the puzzle pieces to who your soulmates were.

“Sophie seemed really nice, and I don’t think she’d ever do something like that, but … ugh!”

You expected them to be upset. But you were surprised when Chris simply smiled at you, telling you not to worry. The others looked more or less unphased at the news, Hyunjin even leaning back into the couch with a pout, saying something in Korean. Changbin nodded in agreement, running over to steal you out of Chris’s arms.

“I don’t care if world finds out. You my soulmate, I am proud.”

“But you’re idols. This kind of news could ruin your career!”

The group began to protest, but Changbin cut them off by grabbing your face in between his hands so he could look you in the eyes. “I have your initials on my body since the moment I was born. I have always knowed that I belong to you, and I don’t care if everyone else knows. Only thing that matters, is you.”

“Binnie-“

“Also, I want to sleep with you tonight.”

You brain froze. “Come again?”

“Hey, hey!” Jisung protested.

Chris sighed. “Poor choice of words, Bin.”

Changbin looked around at the others, his face twisting in confusion. “Ah, Minho sleep with you last night. I … want my turn?”

“Oh, yeah. Right.” You let out a giggle. “Of course you can sleep with me tonight”

“Poor choice of words!”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Felix!”

0o0o0

You ended up seated in between Seungmin and Jeongin on the way back. While exiting the venue, the boys told you to hide, so you squeezed yourself down onto the floor until you were far enough away that you could get back into your seat, nearly falling into Jeongin’s lap as you did. He pulled you into his arms as soon as you were next to him.

“Jagi, did you enjoy the concert?”

You nodded enthusiastically, immediately gushing to both him and the others in the car (Chan and Minho) about your favorite moments and how much you enjoyed the concert. Halfway through your explanation, Seungmin reached over and grabbed your hand. You didn’t falter for a second, intertwining your fingers as you praised Jeongin for his performance to Thunderous, and you cooed when he got shy and tried to hide behind his hands.

“Leave the baby alone, love,” Chan told you from the front seat, his face betraying his own amusement.

“Poor baby bread,” You played along. “So shy now, but you definitely weren’t shy during the concert. Don’t think I didn’t see you wink at me during Red Lights.”

“Hmm, don’t think I didn’t see you fanning yourself when he did,” Seungmin said.

“Man, why would you call me out like that?”

The boys all laughed, and you giggled along with them. When you arrived to the hotel, you all split off to get ready for bed individually, and you took the opportunity to send a message to Sophie that you were back at your hotel. She replied immediately.

Sophie

Sophie That’s great!!! So, about your soulmate … Y/N I know. I wasn’t sure how to explain. Sophie You could have just told me that your soulmate was a staff member. I think it’s sweet they sent a coworker to make sure you were able to get backstage. Y/N Oh. Yeah. I mean, I needed to be safe about it. Sophie No, yeah. I understand. Just out of curiosity though, did you get to meet Stray Kids. Y/N Haha, Yes! They were amazing! Super nice, it’s a shame I didn’t get any photos or an autograph. Sophie Man, that does suck. But you’re so lucky you got to meet them at all.

You felt a little bad about not telling Sophie the truth, but technically you didn’t lie. You just … didn’t tell her the whole truth. It took a huge weight of your shoulders. As much as Changbin and the others insisted it wasn’t a big deal, you knew just how vicious the internet could be to idols and other celebrities when they found their soulmate.

You would protect them for as long as you could.

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clemissleepy · 12 days

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Beautiful Acquaintance

part 2 of beautiful stranger

warnings : none , still fluff!

wc : 1.6k

jeongin really misses her pretty face. he's been buried in his room scribbling in a little notebook every dream he has about her when he wakes up, and the boys all giggle and laugh at him when they see him aimlessly scrolling through his instagram 'you might know' page. he never finds her account.

it's the day before a fanmeet. other than in the wee hours of the day, he has been able to focus on the world around him. weeks have passed, the definition of her face is fading in jeongin's memory. he whines while driving the car to the arena for their set up.

"she's my soulmate!"

"you don't believe in soulmates," seungmin scoffs. he has been jeongin's most grounding force. in private, he reassures jeongin that he is not crazy. he distracts him playing video games and sings harmonies with him to a few of the bars of lyrics the loverboy wrote. in the car, however, he is a realist. jeongin never believed in soulmates before, he wasn't going to see her on a train to or from seoul again.

"jeongin... describe her one more time!" felix suggests curiously. he's heard it the exact same since the night of.

"she has dark, curly hair. she wears pearl earrings, her eyes are big. she had on baggy jean shorts and this huge hoodie..." jeongin trails off.

"...two braids, glossy lipstick, beanie," seungmin reminds him.

"yeah... i'm forgetting her!" jeongin cries out while pulling into the parking lot of their venue.

"you'll see her again, innie. maybe in twenty years, but you'll see her again," chan adds, slipping out of the car with his rather large backpack of things.

the group meets at the doors and is escorted by their managers and the owners of the arena backstage, everyone holding a map of all the convoluted hallways. they approach the room designated makeup and their managers urge them inside. the room is an annoying blueish light that is already pounding at jeongin's head. the vanities are neat, completely organized except for one.

the vanity in the corner had a tote bag resting on the top of it, supplies spilling out of it and a decorated phone charging on a knotted cord. there's no one next to it, but there is a seemingly younger woman being lectured in the back of the room. she looks up at her senior artist with eyes of respect and passion, despite her less than professional appearance. she has a hoodie pulled over her baseball cap and baggy jeans engulfing her legs. her shoes are chunky and it looks like she's trying to make herself seem bigger than she really is. jeongin finds it cute.

"hello, boys!" their familiar makeup artist gleams. the two in the back turn their heads in attention. "we have a schedule all planned out, but we thought we should introduce you to our special guest!"

the girl tugs on her baseball cap nervously and slowly trudges up next to her senior. her steps are stylish despite how her nerves make her flap her hands a bit and pop her knuckles.

"this is y/n! she's currently job-shadowing and i thought this was a great opportunity for her to start getting a feel for what the field is really like!" the manager with sly long nails tugs the hoodie off y/n's baseball cap and she looks up in slight shock. she meets eyes with jeongin, beautiful eyes that he never thought he'd see again.

those pearls are on her ears that are slightly flattened by her cap. her dark curly braids wrap over her shoulders and rest comfortably on her hoodie. her posture straightens a bit as she takes in a deep breath.

"it's so nice to meet you all! i'm honored to be working with you," she bows deeply. chan replies something gently, but jeongin does not hear. his heart is racing as he replays y/n's voice in his head. he tries to memorize every little detail about the way she talks. her accent, her tone, her timbre, it's branded into his mind. his headache has suddenly vanished.

"so! we can get started!" the venue manager pipes up. "try out some stuff before we get mics on?"

the group nods and starts shuffling to settle their bags on the couches and floors. jeongin settles himself practically inside the cushions, almost trying to hide away. it feels like his whole body is burning, he can feel how pink his ears and cheeks must be, he can hear every heart beat and the sounds around him almost fade out.

seungmin clings beside him just enough to whisper comfortably but not enough to intrude on jeongin's personal space. "you're first, dumb dumb."

jeongin gives seungmin a glaring side-eye and pushes the older off him while he stands up. his knees feel like they could buckle at any moment.

"jeongin! it's alright if y/n does your makeup, yes?" their makeup artist, the one who always did jeongin's, asked. he could really fall to his hands and knees right now.

"o-of course," he says, slowly trotting over to the messy table that y/n is trying to organize.

"yah! y/n, take that damn hat off!" another artist chuckles and the younger sheepishly clutches the cap. "you're going to start headbutting clients with that thing!"

the way her eyes fall downwards as she clutches the brim awakens a deep urge in jeongin. to show her that he cares, he sees whatever is going on in her mind. he leans to her, ghosting his hand next to her arm. "you can keep it on if you want to."

she jerks her head back, braid flying into jeongin's face and slapping him in the cheek. the boys who saw it break out in laughter along with him.

"oh my god! i'm so sorry! are you okay? i'll take these--,"

"it's okay!! i'm okay! you should be comfortable to do a good job," jeongin can feel every part of him wishing to grab her by the cheeks and tell her everything will be okay. he wants to kiss her everything; the top of her head, her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her hands. but he simply sits back in his chair and smiles at her.

"i won't get too close," she mumbles making shy eye contact. "i know you... y'know. my hat is a barrier!"

oh. she knows him. maybe she was informed by her manager, maybe she was a fan, maybe someone just told her or it was a hunch, but she was thoughtful. she wanted to make him comfortable even in such a close proximity that he doesn't particularly like.

but he can't deny that he'd like her in his personal space.

as she brushes on his foundation, she stays a fair distance away. but as comes eyeliner and eyeshadow, she leans in close. a few times the brim of her hat nudges jeongin's forehead, the both of them giggling at such a silly moment.

jeongin hesitates to shut his eyes when she asks, simply because he doesn't want to miss a second of the woman in front of him. he wants to bask in all of her once more. he is begging that she is hired, that she becomes a stylist for the company, that he sees her everywhere and can walk around with her in venues and the hallways of the studios.

"jeongin, do you want to do lipstick yourself?" she asks with such politeness he just wants to kiss her and take the pink lip balm off her lips.

"no, you can do it. how'd you learn so much about me, huh?" he teases.

"ah- well, my friend is in the industry. she's a huge fan. and sowon-unnie gave me a heads up on everyone's little nit-picks and boundaries when it comes to styling," she replies.

"your friend?" his words are very unclear, lips parted for her to spread a tint on.

"mhm. kim ssangmo, she's been a trainee for quite a while. but she really wants to create her own group and produce their own songs just like you guys!"

"ssangie?" chan interrupts, his artist jumping away from him. y/n peers up and nods. her smile proves something jeongin cannot piece together on his own. he quirks an eyebrow at the woman before she snickers and leans close to his ear. her hair brushes against his cheek and her hands rest gently on the sides of him.

"they're dating, shh!!"

jeongin's eyes crinkle into crescents, a bright smile radiating off him. y/n's is just as if not more radiant.

"you're all done!" she says much to his disappointment. he looks up at her with his foxy eyes and an almost pleading glow. 'i don't want to be done,' he whines in his mind.

y/n clears a space for jeongin move and outstretches a hand to him. her nails are done in a white french tip that compliments her pearls oh so well.

he is happy, however, to gently take her by the palm and stand himself up. he notes that he is just a smidge taller.

"it was a pleasure to work with you, i.n.!"

"thank you," is all he can muster as he flushes pink and slowly walks away from her vanity. he does not see the way her gaze lingers on him, or how she nearly feels confident enough to take off her favorite baggy hoodie in front of him.

y/n knows she falls in love so easily, nonetheless with an idol she gets to do the makeup for once, but how could she help herself with someone so lovely seated in her swivel chair?

jeongin knows that this is his beautiful stranger, his innocent crush from his two a.m. commute weeks ago. and he has finally learned her name.

lowkey, it's giving series 😭😭😭 i love them so much. thank you for reading!

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ughkat · 7 months

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focus on me | l.r.h

part two

part one here

tutor!luke x fem!reader

very mild smut, fluff, tutor x college student

wordcount : 1356

not proofread

9:45 am

I jolted awake at the sudden realization that my sleep had been a little too leisurely. Rubbing my eyes, I reached for my phone on the bedside table to check the time. My eyes widened at my tardiness.

I had to be across campus in my music class by 10, giving me only fifteen minutes to get ready and to journey my way to the music building, which was already a 10 minute walk. I hurried out of my bed and to the desk beside me, swiftly running a brush through my tangled hair. Completely ignoring my face routine, I grabbed the first hoodie I could find, and swapped my sweats for a pair of already worn black leggings.

I grabbed my bag which was hanging by the door, slipping on my shoes on my way out.

Out of breath, I hurried down winding flights of stairs, reaching for my phone to check the time. 9:51.

I walked at a face pace through crowds of students and administrators, switching between a light jog and a swift walk. I repeatedly checked my phone for the time to find that the minutes passed faster than usual today.

I arrived at the door to my music class at 10:00 on the dot, swinging the door open. The loud snap of the doors hinges caused the class to turn their attention towards me, leaving my face red. I put my head down and briskly took my seat in the back of the class. My professor quickly glanced at me with a straight face before taking a seat on a stool at the front of the classroom.

"Good morning, everyone." He began lightly, "Today's going to be a little different, a guest will be joining us for class today. I let out a sigh and sunk deeper into my chair, hopelessly wishing that my professor forgot about the tutor overnight.

"A former student of mine, Luke, will be coming in to introduce himself. He's going to be open for guitar tutoring to any of you who would like some extra help in my class." The students mumbled amongst themselves about the new tutor, as if they new something that I didn't. Is this tutor going to be the same Luke that Leah was talking about?

For the next fifteen minutes, my professor continued to ramble about respecting the new member of our class, how this tutor would benefit, and other meaningless words that I payed no mind to. His rambling was soon cut short by the sound of door. The class turned swiftly in their seats, me following. My face contorted and my eyebrow raised at the sight before me.

An absurdly tall, blond man made his way into the classroom, showing a warm smile. His hair laid in messy blond curls atop his head, his bright baby blue eyes hypnotized my classmates. He dressed properly in a flowing white button up and slacks, leaving the too few buttons of his blouse undone. He was almost prince charming like. This cannot be the tutor. Yet I couldn't shake the feeling that I've seen him before.

I watched in disbelief as the tall boy made his way past my seat and to the front of the room as the memory of the large boy who bumped into me yesterday flashed in my head. It was him.

He pulled a stool up next to my professor and took his seat, leaning his elbows on his thighs.

"Class, this is Luke." My professor greeted with a smile, gesturing to the boy next to him. Luke flashed a smile with a small wave before speaking.

"Hi, everyone." He began. His voice was one I wasn't expecting. His tone was much deeper, and had a hint of an accent I couldn't quite decipher. "I'm Luke, I graduated here in 2017. I basically lived in this classroom." He spoke with a chuckle. I looked around the room to gather the reactions to Luke from my class. The girls bit their cheeks and nails, staring longingly. The boys watching in admiration.

"I've always been in love with guitar, and I just wanted to share my love for it with other people." He explained. I watched the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and the way his hair bounced when he laughed. He was undeniably beautiful.

My professor and Luke shared stories of his past classes together to class, while the class talked to Luke and amongst themselves and I watched Luke closely, studying his every move. I have to be alone with him? He has to teach me guitar? I was too lost in thought to hear my name being called several times.

"Y/n?" My professor called once more. I flinched from my trance, connecting eyes with Luke before my professor.

"Sorry, yeah?" I shook my head.

"Are you going to be able to stay during your lunch hour for tutoring?" He spoke calmly. I glanced back at Luke who was looking back at me with a tilted head, his hands connected in his lap.

"Uhm." I muttered, "Yeah, I'll be here." I spoke shakily.

"Great. Luke's a great mentor, he won't let you down." He spoke with a wink and a smile. I let out a fake laugh and forced a smile, putting my head down on my desk.

My class period went by agonizingly fast, leaving me dreading my upcoming lunch hour. I had to spend sixty minutes with this intimidatingly handsome stranger. I prayed hopelessly that I wasn't the only one in need of tutoring that day.

I stayed put in my seat watching class members leave one by one, watching myself become increasingly more alone by the minute. I came to realize that I would be the only one in need of help today. My professor wished me a good session before exiting the room.

Luke gave me a glance before standing up from his seat and making his way towards my chair. My eyes wandered the floor aimlessly as my heart rate began to incline.

"Y/n, right?" He spoke softly , dragging a chair nearby to sit beside me. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting momentarily.

"Yes." I piped anxiously.

"You seem nervous. You don't have to be nervous." He reassured me generously. "I know playing an instrument in front of people, especially alone, can be a little overwhelming." He ran a hand through his blond locks as he spoke.

"Yeah. I'm not too fond of guitar, let alone performing it." I giggled quietly, my eyes glued to my hands in my lap. Luke let out a chuckle following with a nod.

"I understand. How about this. We'll just talk today. Yeah? I wouldn't want to be told what to do by a stranger either, especially about a subject I don't even like." He smiled softly. I looked back to him reciprocating the smile.

"We can just chill. Talk about why you chose guitar, what else you'd like to do besides guitar... Sound good?" He chirped. I nodded.

"I'd like that a lot." I sighed. Luke adjusted in his seat, leaning back.

"You weren't very keen on the idea of a tutor, were you?" He tilted his head. Trying my best to spare his feelings, I hesitantly responded.

"Well... No. But, you turned out to be a lot cooler than I thought. You're not some old dude who's passion is 80's rock." I giggled. Luke chuckled and shook his head.

"Definitely not some old dude." He exaggerated with a laugh, "But definitely passionate about 80's rock." He joked with a serious tone. He leaned down to adjust the cuff on his slacks, causing me to catch a whiff of his strong cologne. He smelled heavily of a desirable musk and hypnotizing scents I couldn't name.

"Y/n, I think you're gonna do just fine. I'm confident that I'll get you enjoying that guitar in no time." He softly reassured with a smile, patting me on my knee. I swallowed a lump in my throat at the feeling of his large hand upon my leg.

"I hope so."

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shinobus-bonnet · 1 year

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★ why everything that's supposed to be bad , make me feel so good? ★

badboy!tengen x goodgirl!Black!reader

Warnings: None. fluff & a little suggestive (teehee). cursing, mentions of violence lol. harassment.

ahhh my first writing piece in some months!! I dont have much to say but to enjoy this and Im most likely going to make more of this 🥰 with some more spicy stuff cause my lil brain is going

Being the class sweetheart came with its perks. You were the class president, on the dean's list every semester and always dedicated your time to community service.

Everyone loved you. All of your professors bragged about you being the best student they've had in their teaching career.

Your smiling face walking through the halls of the school caught the eye of Uzui Tengen.

The university’s bad boy. He wasn't a bad student (technically) he got decent grades but often slacked off and rarely came to class. It was strange to some to see him pass his classes while barely attending.

He heard all about you with your pretty soul , good grades and outstanding accomplishments.

You were truly the definition of a good girl.

You walked with confidence as you made your way to class. Walking pass tengen he bit his lip at your appearance. Following behind you he tapped your shoulder to grab your attention.

Giving a confused hi while taking out your headphones you met his eyes to see a smirk playing on his face. He introduced himself to you and you returned the gesture.

Granted you heard a lot of things about him most of them being negative you never let anybody influence your way of thinking. Besides he was pretty cute you decided to give him a chance.

Looking down at your watch you realized class was about to start.

"Well it was nice meeting you Tengen. I have to get to class, I hope to see you around" you said sweetly.

Turning on your heels you continue to make your way to class. Watching you walk away and staring at the way your skirt rides up your thighs and your quick to pull it down.

As time went on he always caught you going to class always stopping to talk and flirt with you

"You look good today sweetheart" he would say and watch the way you move your braids out your face as you grow shy from his flirting

Giving a thank you you smile at him nervously.

Sometimes he would see you in the library studying and would ask for your help with his homework. He would flirt with you heavily while you would try to help him with his assignments.

"How bout me and you go out? As a thanks for helping me. i'll treat you to dinner" he said smiling with his pretty teeth

"Uh sure! that sounds great" you said nodding your head nervously

"Here let me see your phone sweetheart" he said

Reaching into your purse you took out your phone and gave it to him so he could plug in your number and you did the same with his phone.

"i'll see you later pretty girl" he said with a wink and a kiss to the cheek before walking away to leave the library.

You let out a breath out you didn't realize you were holding in and smiled widely. Until your subconscious thoughts came in

You wondered if you're going to get into some trouble messing with a guy like him. You were nervous definitely but there's nothing wrong with trying and giving him a chance. He was nice to you and thats all that matters

More prying eyes saw you two together more and started look at you two sideways. Many people coming up to you saying how he was a heartbreaker and he was no good for you. That you were too good for him.

All of this hurt your heart because besides all the bad things people said about him you saw he had a good heart.

But maybe it was only for you to see.

The day of the date you were basically buzzing around your room getting ready. Putting on your best smelling perfume and doing your hair all prettily with cute little clips.

You got a text stated that tengen was about 5 minutes away.

Slipping on your cardigan and grabbing your purse you were rushing out the door to stand and wait for Tengen to meet you.

You waited patiently in front of your dorm building. Feeling a looming presence you looked up to a guy standing in front of you.

Giving a awkward hi you backed up into the wall and continued type on your phone to ignore him.

The guy kept making unwanted advances towards you even when you told him you weren't Interested.

About to send a text to Tengen she realized he was standing right behind him before sending a punch to his temple completely knocking him on the ground.

"She said she wasn't interested"

Gasping your eyes widen in shock seeing him basically knock someone out right in front of you.

"That wasn't nice Uzi." you simply said taking his hand

"Princess, he made you uncomfortable. Jus trying to protect you. You look gorgeous by the way" he said before smiling

Walking towards his motorcycle your eyes grew wide. Did he really except you to get on that?

"Hop on princess" he said

"Im not gonna lie. im a bit nervous Uzi." you said playing with your fingers

"Don't be nervous baby. Just hold onto me tight I got you" he said reassuring you

You guys went out for pizza and afterwards the two of you walked on the boardwalk and went into the little stores.

You intently stood in front of the kuromi plush. Seeing you stare at the stuffed toy he came behind you and asked if you wanted it while whispering in your ear

Your neck grew hot feeling his breath fan across your ear and your shoulder.

Nodding your head he reached up to grab it for you and grabbed your hand to go to the register. Thanking him with that pretty smile you gave him a hug before kissing his cheek.

The two of you walked out the store to go back to your dorm.

Helping you off his bike he walked to you the door.

"I had fun tonight Uzui. Thank you for the plushie"

"Anything to see you smile pretty girl" he said having a hold on your waist.

Looking into his eyes he smiled at you before standing on your toes to give him a kiss on his lips.

"Sorry- its just my first time kissing anyone" you admit.

Giving a low laugh he lowered his head to kiss you again. Almost making out with you his grip on your waist tightened as he brung your body into him. Kissing down your jaw to your neck leaving lil love bites on your brown skin. Whimpering slightly at the ministrations he smiled into your neck into your neck.

Unlatching from your neck he met your pretty eyes and smiled. Right before taking a chunk of your but and grabbing it

"ooo! Uzi! stop! Thats innppropriate" you said swatting his hand away giggling a little "Goodnight Uzi i'll see you later" you said sweetly

"Goodnight Angel." he said before kissing your glossed lips again.

Walking into your dorm you sighed dreamily. You really liked him and you hope you were making the right decision.

#uzui tengen x reader #tengen uzui x reader #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #uzui tengen x black reader #tengen x reader #tengen x black reader #demon slayer x black y/n #demon slayer x black!reader #demon slayer x black reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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One Thing Leads to Another

Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing, Only One I See

Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)

Dunno if I’ll be doing an exhaustive drabble series but there’s at least this. Let me know if you’re enjoying it or not and any thoughts you have. Love you!

You sit among the room of sleepy students, trying to appear relatively conscious as you sip from your porcelain travel mug; the paint fading, a chip out of the base. It’s old and worn but you like the flowers painted on the side. You suppress a yawn as a man who introduced himself as Professor Barnes stands at the front impatiently. The same professor who was at the cafe with Rogers.

He huffs and shuffles the stack of papers, “I apologise, my colleague is usually not late,” he begins as he hands out neatly stapled booklets, “I know most of you want to be out of here as soon as possible.”

He goes up and down the rows, laying out the paper before each coed. You recognise a few from your lectures but not all. A motley group hopeful for a few extra bucks.

“After we go through the training, it’ll be about a week before we place you as a TA. It’ll be up to you to meet with your professor in preparation for next term.”

“Sorry,” a body rushes into the room and up the middle aisle, “sorry, I… got caught up.”

“Bout time, Rogers,” Barnes says dully, “we were just getting started.”

You watch Professor Rogers walk to the front, taking a booklet from Barnes as he passes. He turns and his eyes skim the front page before he looks up at the room. You give him a small smile and the tension leaves his face. You notice the stubble along his chin, almost mistaking it for a shadow as he’s rarely anything but tidy and clean-shaven.

“Mm,” Barnes joins him at the front. “I’m Professor Barnes, this is Professor Rogers, I’m certain we know a few of you already but let’s start with a quick ice breaker…”

You go through the usual awkward introductions; name, an interesting fact, and why you chose to become a TA. Everyone skirted around the most obvious, the money. You’re all just a bunch of stingy college students.

“Alright,” Barnes yawns and takes his large travel mug from the podium, “over to you, golden boy.”

Rogers flips the front page and looks around, his gaze settling on you. Maybe a nervous habit, you find he tends to focus on one spot during his lectures too. You couldn’t imagine having to present in front of so many but that’s exactly what you were here for. To be in his shoes next semester.

“Right, let’s go over the basics…” he begins.

📕

“I didn’t know you were doing TA work,” Steve approaches as you slide the empty mug into the side pocket of your bag, “that’s exciting.”

“Really? Exciting?” You wonder, “I guess, but… I’m just trying to get by.”

Students quickly swipe up their belongings and head for the door. Professor Barnes is on his phone, voice low, all you here is “...sunshine”. You assume he’s speaking to his wife or someone special.

“It’ll look good on your resume,” Steve offers, drawing your attention back, “so, you already wasted half your Saturday, got plans for the rest? Another party?”

You shake your head as you slip your bag off the table. There’s a clunk as the side pocket hits the top of the next chair and your mug pops out. You gasp and step back as the porcelain shatters on the floor.

“Oh, f–” you stop yourself from swearing, overly aware of his presence, “dang, I’m… so clumsy.”

“Oh no,” he comes around as you bend to pick up the pieces. He helps you, examining a few of the painted shards, “that was a nice cup.”

“I guess, it was old,” you mutter, trying not to betray your disappointment. At the same time, you’re still a bit confused. About him. About that text. He hasn’t messaged since but it’s all a bit strange. “Not a big deal. With those big TA bucks, I’ll get an even nicer one.”

“Hey, let me get this,” he says as gathers up the glass, “you don’t wanna cut your hands.”

“It’s fine, I can–” your insistence is interrupted by a sudden strike of pain along your finger. You drop the chunk of glass and open your hand, showing the blood dripping out., “shoot. I— god, I’m so stupid.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” he catches your hand, “here, there’s tissue at the front.”

He tugs on you, not unkindly, and you stand. Almost as if he doesn’t realise the awkwardness, he drags you to the front table and swipes out several sheets of kleenex and wraps them around your finger.

“Making a mess, Rogers,” Barnes doesn’t look up from his phone.

“Got it handled, Buck,” he returns smoothly, “go on, I know you’re rearin’ to get outta here.��

“Can’t leave my girl hangin’,” Barnes strides around the podium, “have a good one, Rogers.”

You crane around to watch him go. He was so set on his path and whoever he was texting, he didn’t even notice you. And you didn’t notice the room was empty.

“I got a first aid kit in my office—”

“It’s fine,” you wiggle your hand in his but he clings to you, “there’s sanitizer here, I’ll use that and clean up when I get home.”

“I’m sorry about your cup,” he looks down at his hand, smeared with streaks of your blood and releases you.

“Really, it’s fine. Not your fault… I, uh, thanks, for helping but I–”

“I’ll let the custodian know,” he interjects, “no point both of us getting sliced up.”

“Right, well, I should go…” You sway and look behind you, “I got homework to catch up on and, uh, Inez was talking about a movie night.”

“Did I do something?” He asks, his voice laced with uncertainty.

“N-no,” you give a tiny chuckle, “no, it’s just… I’m being honest. It’s midterms and I’m kinda behind.”

“You sure,” his brow wrinkles, bringing out the lines in his forehead and the creases around his eyes, “if I did, you can tell me.”

“Mmm,” you force a smile. You don’t want to make it worse. You won’t mention the texts, “oh, did you add me to that group? I downloaded the app but I can’t seem to figure it out.”

“Yeah, I… I thought I did, I’ll have to double check,” he frames his hip and rubs his cheek, “but don’t let me keep you. Go, study, have movie night. I’ll probably do some of the same, you know? Got any recommendations? Uh, for movies?”

You shrug and slowly turn away. You go back to the desk and grab your bag. You face him again as he gathers up the extra booklets, his thumb flicking the corners. Is it nerves or impatience.

“There’s a new horror movie on Netflix. It’s by that director that did the one about the sewers,” you say, “sorry, I’m so bad with names.”

“I’ll have to look for it,” he says.

He waits for a response but you don’t know what else to say or how to redirect and get out of there. The longer you stay, alone with him, the thicker the air grows.

He suddenly peeks at his watch, “crap, you know what, I forgot. I have a friend–” he tucks the papers under his arm, “long way across the city. I’ll, er…” he heads for the door, “I’ll see you in class.”

You trail after him, a few steps back as you enter the hallway. He’s almost halfway to the corner as you’re still by the door. You’re put off by his sudden urgency but relieved he’s gone. You can’t take anymore strange interactions. It’s making you overthink every single word. Or maybe it’s just Inez putting throughts in your head.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #drabble series #series #au #marvel #mcu #professor!steve #captain america #avengers

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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year

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You're ours

Alright my thirsties time to feed you with some

Soap x ghost x afab! reader

Nsfw

Minors do not interact

Summary: you grew tired of ghost and decided to try someone and something new.

Warnings: sex, unprotected sex, anal play, anal, threesome, uhh sex stuff you know. Consent is key to a threesome bitches

word count: 2,86

i proof read it with grammary but i don't know if it corrected anything so sorry not sorry

You grew tired of fucking just ghost, you wanted to branch out and see other people. The two of you established that the relationship was strictly friends with benefits and that if he heard anything about it he’ll break it off immediately so, the thought of you fucking someone else wasn’t a concern of it to him. You decided that ghost should be jealous of you and make you his girl to fuck. You thought of what to do and decided that it was time to pick a new partner. You walked into the kitchen area in search to find him. You passed ghost without looking and walked right up to soap. He was of course shoving food in his mouth acting as if he didn't just eat 3 hours ago. You sat next to him pulling out your phone and scrolling through TikTok. You found a video that made you giggle. Soap looked over to see what you where giggling at and you showed him,

“Oh thats fucking funny!” he laughed “you gotta send me that!”

“What’s your number ill text you it” you smiled (your plan had worked)

You handed your phone to him and he put his number in

Soap😈

He then took a selfie of himself and handed it to you. You glanced at ghost to find him staring daggers into you.

“What what are you doing tonight?” you asked

“Not much thinking bout just playin some games, what about you?” he replied scooping another piece of food into his mouth.

“I was thinking about getting a couple of friends together since I'm in my hometown and hit the city for some drinks.” you put your hand on his arm “ you should totally go!’ you’d love my friends and we can bring gaz, price, and ghost”

“That does sound fun! Hey, LT you wanna go out? y/n is thinking about getting the gang together to the city!” soap pointed his spoon toward him

Ghost shook his head “can’t got paperwork to do.”

You put your hands on your cheeks “cmooonnn ghoosty we’d have so much fun!” (and i can get you jelous)

Ghost rolled his eyes “ill think about it”

You got up ruffled soaps hair “ill text you the deeds”

Soap nodded shoving another spoonful of food

“Shes cute” he said to ghost

Ghost sighed through his nose “Stay away from her she’s trouble”

“Yet you say that to anyone who you dont trust”

“Im usually right” ghost got out of his chair and walked past soap bending down pulling his mask up slightly

“also i have 20 minutes of free time” he bit soaps ear and walked away pulling his mask down with soap trailing behind him like a puppy.

You planned on meeting your friends at 7 and that you’d take a uber over. Ghost, gaz, and soap, surprising price and a couple other soldiers decided to join. You met your friends and introduced them to everyone. You clung on to soap like glue the whole night laughing at his dry jokes grazing you hand next to his, accidentally touching his hand when he bought you drinks. Your plan is doing well because before the team got in the uber soap whispered

“ my room one hour” you knew you he snagged the bait.

You stood in front of soap's door gently knocking on it. He opened and in one swift move he had you pinned against the wall your legs wrapped around him in a heated kiss

“Ive wanted to fuck you all night” he growled “cheeky little minx thinking you're sly with the gentle touches”

he trailed his lips down your neck leaving a hickey visible for the naked eye to see. He threw you down onto the bed taking off your clothes and trailing his mouth down towards your slit leaving hickeys all over your body. Ghost will definitely see these next time he fucks you. You moaned when soap licked your folds watching your eyes. He kissed your pussy

“Im gonna make you scream tonight lass.” he licked again “gonna make you feel really good”

he dove in eating you out like it was his last meal making you squirm and whimper trying to stay quiet.

“C’mom baby let it all out i want to hear your name roll of that sexy mouth of yours.”

He shoved two fingers in you causing you to gasp and let out a loud moan “mmmmmmuh soap!”

he let out a low growl sucking on your clit. You started to feel build up in you heat. Clenching hard around soaps fingers

“that it love, fucking cum all over my hands”

he pumped them faster hitting your g-spot every time. You moaned his name like it was a prayer grabbing onto his hair as your rode out your orgasm.

Soap moaned “taste so fucking good baby i could eat you out all day”

he gave another lick over your clit before he started trailing kisses up your body eventually getting to your lips. He left gentle kisses then proceeded to take his shirt and jeans off revealing his hard-on under his briefs. He palmed himself enjoying the view of you “youch yourself” he said hovering over you. You did as he wanted rubbing your sensitive clit. He kissed your nipple and started sucking it and palming the other occasionally switching sides while you chased your high “mnh soap i-i cant” you sighed out “need help” soap let go of your breast and smirked trailing his hand down to finger you again. You pulled your hands away so he could please you but he grabbed it and set it back on your clit.

“Lets do this together yeah?”

you nodded starting to rub soft circles. He kissed you gently nipping at your lip smirking

“ youre so fucking sexy i could please you all night”

he quickened his pace causing your breath to hitch you let out another loud moan. You rubbed your clit faster feeling your body shake as you rode your seccond orgasm

“god i want you so baaad” you cried out sqirting all over his hands

“please soap i want you to fuck me~” you panted

Soap took his finger out of you licking them

“ you want me eh? Gotta work for it first”

He pulled his breifs down revealing his dick. You gawked at it. He was about average size but he was thick and uncut. Soap pulled yoh out of your trance

“Never seen a dick before?”

You stumbled over gently grabbing it in your hamds pumping it a couple times watching the foreskin move up and down mesmerized by it. Soap chuckled

“never seen one like this?”

“No” you mumbled shyly “everyone ive been with have been cut”

Soap tilted your head up

“Bout to change your perspective” he winked

You wrapped your lips around the tip gently dragging your tongue up the frenulum stopping causing a soap to hitch his breath

“Fuuck~” he moand gripping your hair and pushing your head lower

“C,mon love take it all in that pretty mouth of yours”

You looked up at him licking from the base up to the tip bobbing your head up and down. Soap groaned at the sight of you taking his length in your mouth. You sped up your pace your finger reaching up to touch his balls. You gently cupped them in your hand lightly moving them.

“Oh fuuck” he moaned louder “fuck you're taking me so well fuuuck~”

You you slapped the inside of his thigh him releasing your hair

“Y’alright?” He asked

You gave his dick one last up with it leaving a wet pop.

“Spread your legs” you comanded

He did as told and you gently pressed your finger on his taint

“Is this okay” you ask

You knew some men aren't okay with what you where about to do.

He nodded and you moved your finger to his hole

“What about this?” You said gently putting the tip of your finger in

A low grumble came from his chest

“Fuckin do anything you want princess im all yours.

You smirked, grabbing his cock and sucking it hard. Soap groaned loudly. you slid your finger in gently toying with his prostate. He gripped your hair hard thrusting his hips to the pace he wanted to feel his pleasure builting up

“Oh fucking christ” he whined “fucking feel so goood~ oh shiiit~”

You quickened your pace now shoving a second digit slowly. You watched as his face scrunched up groaning loudly as he spilled his seed into your mouth. You slolwy fingered him until he came down from your high.

“Fuckin hell” he sighed flopping down onto the bed. He grabbed your hips moving you like you where nothing to him.

“Get on my hips” he said setting you down on too of him. You straddled him resting your hands on his chest waiting for the next command hes gonna give you

“So fucking beautiful love, im gonna fuck the shit out of you” he panted

Soap started rubbing your clit softly causing you to rock your hips on his limp dick

“Thats it love make me hard with that wet pussy of yours he said grabbing your hip with his other hand and rocking your hips faster. You leaned down gently kissing him as he helped you chase your high of your third release. Your body started to shake as your next orgasm came crashing down on you

“UHHHH~ JOHNNY~” you yelled cumming over his now harded length

Soap grabbed your hips position himself into you. You rocked your hips back and forward riding your orgasm out.

“God yer so fuckin tight” he groaned holding your hips and thrusting into them. You yelled his name out as his pace quickened

“GOD DONT STOP JHONNY OH FUCK~”

Ghost ears perked up when walked passed soaps room hearing the animalistic sounds emitting from his room. He knew those moans immediately. He opened the door quietly coming im and closing the door locking it shut. He loomed in the corner watching the two of you fuck. He felt himself grow harder from the sight. He started palming himself. You looked over to see him smirking you slammed your hips down soaps length hard causing him to moan louder

“fuckin hell” ghost muttered now taking his dick out of his pants and stroking it. He walked over to the two of you grabbing soaps cheeks peeling the gaze away from you to ghosts throbbing cock.

“Suck” was the only command soap needed

He hallowed out his cheeks and took his whole length in ghost rocked his hips into his mouth setting a steady pace. He lifted his mask cupping your face kissing you gently while you rode soap.

“Such a pretty little pet” he groaned grabbing your breast and playing with your nipple having a moan escape from your lips. Ghost push his cock out of soaps mouth grabbed the lube on the night stand pouring it in his hand stroking some on his length. He sat behind you rubbing your clit with one hand and fingering soaps hole with the other hand prepping him. You felt another wave of pleasure coming over you causing you to moan both of the boys name. Ghost sucked the hickies that soap made and mumbled “youre fucking mine pet” he glanced at soap who nodded. Ghost slowly sunk his cock into his hole causing soap to groan loudly.

“Youre. All. Fuckin. mine.” He said thrusting into soap. Ghost held onto your hips moving them with his pace groaning into your neck nipping love bites down to your shoulders.

“Gonna cum” soap groaned scrunching his face up ready for his release. Ghost pulle out of him slapping his thigh

“Not youre not, y/n get off on him and sit” he pointed to soaps face. You nodded sitting on his face. Simon inserted himself back into johnny making him moan in between the folds of your pussy. He sucked on your clit fingering your hole. You groaned

“God fuck johnny!” You grinded into his face his nose hitting your clit

“Fuck~” you yelled

“That's it love cum for johnny let him lap it up” he haid pounding into soap harder. You released your orgasm screaming. Soap inserted his tongue into your hole lapping up the remaining wetness from your orgasm.

“C’mere” ghost groaned posting you into doggy style.

He pulled out of soap

“gotta clean myself, johnny entertain our pet until i get back.”

Soap pouted “can i cum please” stroking his cock slowly

“Finish in her”

Soap looked at you then back at ghost

“Shes got an iud and on the pill” he said

“We test regularly as well” you replied grabbing soaps hand and pulling it so he can position himself in you. Ghost rubbed himself as johnny lined himself up slowly rocking his hips into him causing you to wine.

“Fuck” ghost whisperd heading to soaps bathroom. He turned on the shower listening to the moans emitting from the bedroom.

Soap had his hand pinned onto the back of your neck slamming into your hips

“Fuck you feel so good im gonna bust a fat load in you baby” his pace quickened fucking yoh until you screamed out his name having another oragsm. He came with you with a loud moan.

“Oi you two get in here” ghost helled from the shower

You got up only to have your legs shake from the lingering orgasm. Soap got up and picked you up bridal style walking you to the bathroom. The two of you stepped into the shower revealing ghosts scarred face and muscular body. You where already position yourself against the wall ready to take his length. Ghost positioned himself behind you bottoming out into your wet pussy his precum mixing with johnnys seed. He moaned loudly

“So fucking tight. Fuckin love this pussy” he started fucking you hard grabbing your hips handling you like a ragdog. Soap started getting hard again from the sight of ghost fucking the living shot out of you. He grabbed ghosts hips causing him to slow down inviting him into his hole

“You prepped” he asked lining himself up

“Yeah” ghost grunted

Johnny slid into ghost with a loud moan emitting from both of them.

“You want me to set the pace?” Soap panted

“Mhm” ghost whined holding on to your hips harder leaving bruises. Soap slowly moved in and out of ghosts ass slowly pick up the pace causing a moaning mess from the three of you.

“M’gonna cum agaim” you moaned feeling the weight of the two men pound each other from behind harder

“Go ahaid princess cum all over my cock” ghost growled cauing you to release into a euphoric pleasure tightening your walls around ghosts cock

Ghost loudly groaned as he shot his load inside you his seed mixing with soaps

Soap pulled out stroking himself

“Fuuck” he moaned “want. another. round.”

“Clean yourself and you can have her”

You and ghost got out of the shower drying each other off before heading back to the bed

“Need a break love” he asked gently holding you

You nodded “just a little one i want to try another position though”

“And whats that?”

“I suck your cock and johnny fucks me from behind” you say rubbing circles into his chest

“I can do that” ghost said

You got on your knees taking his half hard length into your hands

“Gotta make you hard first”

Simon groaned as you licked his tip. You bobbed your head feeling him get hard again.

“On your knees soldier” you said tapping his thigh. Ghost did as you told.

You started bobbing your head faster hollowing oht your cheeks taking all of him in.

Soap walked out of the shower and saw the sight your ass up in the air waiting for his cock to enter you. He got on the bed positioning himself in you. “Fucking wanted to do this position” he moaned setting a pace to fit you to not choke on Ghost's dick. He quickened his pace making you moan on ghosts cock.

“Fuuckin ah fuuck mn” soap moaned “fucking bout to-” he groaned spilling his cum into you. Ghost came shortly after putting his hand on soaps shoulder as he rode his orgasm

“Fuckkin hell” he groaned

“Fucking great sex” soap panted

He held his hand up “up top”

Ghost glared at him and rolled his eyes giving him a highfive. They both pulled out of you and laid down pulling you into their arms. You nizzed into ghosts chest with soap spooning you

“Did you high fived simon while still in me?” you asked

“Hell yeah” soap panted “not everyday you have a threesome”

“It could be” ghost replied giving you a wink

You giggled getting up to clean yourself in the bathroom. You walked over to the boys soap on ghosts right side you joining him on his left pulling the covers over the three of you. “Guess this is going to be a regular thing” you thought drifing off into a sweet slumber

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captain-mj · 10 months

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I am here to beg for more selkie au. Its so cute and has my whole heart (i feel so bad for poor soaps mom)

Here ya go! this is probably the second to last to chapter btw

Ghost sat outside, smoking quietly. Every puff, he'd pass it to Soap who would pass it to Davina and then Rosy and then Iris and then they'd hand it back. It was a bit silly, treating a simple cig like a joint, but it was funny so he let it slide.

"Used to smoke cigs on my roof with Tommy. Good times." Simon told them, lighting another one to share.

"Tommy?"

"Little brother. I was the best man at his wedding." Good times.

Soap glanced at him. "And I haven't met him?"

Simon imagined his bright and sunny Soap meeting Tommy. Living Tommy. They'd get along like a house on fire. Then they'd set the actual house on fire. He smiled a little, forgetting about how his scars pulled when he did. For once, no one said anything. No one looked at him like he was sad or pathetic.

"How about the next time we're on leave I'll introduce you to him?" Simon looked at Johnny. "He's dead. But I got some tapes."

"Oh..." Johnny winced. "I'm sorry."

Simon shrugged. "It's been nice. Being around you guys. Reminds me of him."

Davina hummed. "Bet he was a cool guy."

"Fucking coolest. Cooler than me that's for sure." Simon smiled. "We were in a band in high school. He played drums. I played bass."

"Any good?"

"Fucking sucked." Simon shrugged. "Nostalgic though. Loved playing. Then I went to the military. Fucked up my hands."

"You're a sniper."

"Yeah. Don't have the muscle memory for guitar anymore. Just the gun." Simon mock aimed a gun. "S'okay. Like I said. Dog shit at it. Tommy was good, but he quit for his family."

Johnny must've realized that asking about his family might not be a great idea. So did everyone else.

Fergus came home. He saw them all on the stoop outside, glancing at all of them. "You all okay?"

"Just fine, sir." Ghost answered, pulling Soap's coat further around him. His arm was around Soap, making everything feel right. Good. "Moray is making dinner I believe."

Fergus nodded. "I see..." He must've noticed something was off. But he still went inside.

Soap closed his eyes and leaned into Ghost.

They all heard the sounds of Moray beating the shit out of him. It was rough.

"Good for her."

Davina grabbed the cigarette and took a deep, deep puff. "She deserves it."

Simon nodded and lit some more cigarettes for them to all share. They all just chilled for a bit longer as he struggled to get the upper hand over a woman who was, from he sounds of it, using a frying pan.

Moray came out eventually and Ghost quickly lit one for her. She took it and started smoking quickly, hands shaking. "That was... great."

"Have fun?" Simon smiled.

Moray nodded. "I can see why you beat your father."

"Jesus, Mom." Rosy gasped.

Simon laughed. "Nah, it's fair." He checked his phone and showed Soap that they had been approved for a longer leave. They shared a look and both smiled.

"Alright, ma." Soap smiled at him. "You going to be okay?" He crouched in front of her and kissed her cheek.

Moray nodded and took a puff. "Course I will. Might disappear for a while. I... I want to come back though. See you three."

Simon didn't miss how Soap got teary eyed over it. He remembered Soap saying she'd abandon them without a second thought.

Soap must've decided he'd cry later when he was alone. Because he just nodded. "I will see you soon, Ma." He stood up.

"Alright, boys." Moray hugged him and gave him a quick squeeze. Then she hugged Simon. Soap winced and mouthed sorry to him.

Simon tensed at first before hugged back, trying to remember how his Mom would hug him after Dad had one of his episodes. She relaxed immediately.

"He's very good at hugs. And handsome. I can see why you picked him."

Simon very suddenly and aggressively realized he was not wearing anything. "Ah..." He noticed her look at the pointed ears and the odd freckles.

"Ma!!"

"Too bad he's British or he'd be perfect."

"Ma!! We have to go back to base now." Soap grabbed Ghost hard to go get packed.

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #Selkie Soap #changeling ghost

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every-aj-needs-an-angel · 1 year

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slight au where team russia worked a little faster and eddie and max make it out scathed but alive, unlike vecna who finally got his comeuppance

eddie and steve have an unnamed thing in the months after eddie gets out of the hospital but without an earthquake wrecking hawkins, eyes are everywhere and rumours are hard to kill in a small town and eddie's sick of the way they're all being treated. he thinks it's all because of him, thinks it'll fix everything if he's not around, thinks steve deserves to find his wife and have his nuggets.

so eddie runs away in the middle of the night, just leaves a note for wayne with a promise to call and hitchhikes to cali with his guitar and not much more than the clothes on his back. he works hard and makes it big with his band, they win awards, sell out arenas, front magazine covers but eddie just takes it day by day. time passes without him really recognising its passing, just going from one gig to the next. another town, another state, another country. they've travelled the whole world by now and although his bandmates make a big deal out of birthday's, another trip around the sun eddie! whenever he thinks of home, everything and everyone are just as he left them.

it's the late nineties, eddie and wayne sitting on opposite ends of a phone line having their monthly catch-up when wayne casually mentions that he's going to a divorce party on the weekend. eddie laughs cos parties aren't exactly wayne's scene to start with, but eddie misses small town drama so he asks who at the plant got divorced? and wtf is a divorce party anyway?

and wayne knows he's fumbled the ball in a big way but all he can do at this point is just explain and eddie's sorry but... what?!

steve's getting a divorce! eddie's steve? eddie didn't even know he'd got married! he knows The Party are still close and that when eddie had been dragged into their weird little group, wayne had too. he knows that they keep a good eye on wayne, that he's still one of them.

and wayne was true to his word with not updating eddie on their lives because he knows if he'd heard any of it he'd've come running home immediately but wayne's getting on in years and this little bit of info just sort've slipped out.

so now, guess what? eddie's booking himself a flight because how can he miss this now that he knows it's happening?

so steve's getting drunk surrounded by all the people who love him. he and tina ended things amicably enough, she fell in love with robin and what was steve supposed to do? he could hardly blame her! tina and robin despised each other, had from the moment steve introduced them but robin was going through some work stuff and she'd needed a break. so steve had twisted her arm and she'd come to stay for a month and well, shit happens! they hadn't crossed any boundaries, robin wouldn't ever do that to him but the mother of your kids being in love with your best friend kinda puts the kibosh on your marriage.

it was dustin's idea, the party, he thinks steve needs cheering up, which he probably does because he'd had everything he'd always dreamed of and now his life's in a shambles for the second time even though he's only in his early thirties. except eddie, blast from the past, love of steve's life, took steve two solid years to get over him, steve's eddie, showing up unannounced (because gatecrashing is just eddie's way of not having to deal with all the nerves he's been feeling since he stepped into lax) kills the party.

everyone's furious! steve's drunk, thinks eddie's an hallucination but dustin takes a swing at eddie, which is sobering to say the least. hop's yelling, wants to drag eddie outside "i just wanna talk, i swear!" luckily for eddie, joyce and murray know him better than that. max is ripping him to shreds, erica's hyping her up and no-one is brave or stupid enough to get in their way.

and eddie's only just now registering that it might've been a terrible idea to just drop in on people you trauma bonded with and then abandoned over a decade ago and wayne's trying to gauge whether he needs to get his nephew the hell outta there or whether it's best to just let it play out and steve might be hammered and in a state of shock and eddie might deserve everything max is saying but he just can't stand there and let it happen.

so steve grabs eddie by the wrist and drags him outside and no-one follows because they all think it's fair that steve gets first crack at him. except steve isn't all that angry, he might be tomorrow, but right now he just tugs eddie into his chest and wraps himself tightly around him.

there's a thousand questions they both want to ask, things they definitely should be talking about but eddie just melts in the circle of steve's arms. he's forgotten why he ever left this space, where he can feel steve's heartbeat and smell the cologne that he still wears and that underlying something that's just steve. then steve squeezes him tighter and sighs so heavily it seems the whole world is on his shoulders and all eddie wants to do is drop everything and help him carry it.

"wayne let slip, huh?" steve says instead of something normal like hello.

"he didn't mean to," eddie defends even though he knows he doesn't need to. he'd seen the hug they’d shared before he'd waltzed in, even though they're all older than eddie thought possible, nothing about The Party has changed.

"sorry about your party," eddie mutters. he does feel bad for ruining their good time, he doesn't know now why he thought he could just pick up where he left off. steve just shrugs, huffs a laugh into eddie's hair

"you're a much better surprise than the strippers they’d booked for me anyway," steve admits. and eddie can't help himself he starts to laugh, it starts off with jiggling shoulders and escalates until there's tears running freely down his face. it wasn't even that funny, the absurdity of this situation isn't even that funny, it's all just... it's a lot.

"jesus h christ! i've missed you," eddie says when he's calmed down enough to speak.

"i missed you, too," steve confesses with such a raw honesty it gives eddie pause, makes him pull his head away from steve just enough to see his face.

"really?" eddie's a little awestruck but he tries to keep his voice level, he fails miserably.

"yes, really! what you thought you'd disappear and we'd all just, what? forget about you?" steve scoffs, looks into eddie's eyes, really looks and then rolls his own "oh my god! you did, didn't you? you're unbelievable, eddie munson! why'd you think the kids are so mad with you?" steve asks remarkably calm. must be a dad thing, eddie thinks because the lump in his throat prevents him from speaking, he can only shrug, "because they love you, you idiot! and you abandoned them but they still love you. dustin waited for two hours outside your indy concert before realising he was waiting outside the wrong door and that you'd already gone. poor kid was a mess for a week!" steve sighs heavily, cups eddie's face, wipes away the fresh tears falling down eddie's cheeks with his thumbs.

"you're not mad," eddie croaks almost accusatory, misery filling him because the one person he wants to love him, the one person he's never stopped loving, is holding him, yes, but thinking about it eddie would've been happier with the fury dustin had shown him because dustin's mad because he loves eddie but steve isn't mad at all.

steve smiles, tired and a little soppy, kisses eddie on the forehead and pulls him back against his chest.

"not yet, but i've no doubt in the morning i'm gonna be livid. you better still be here to see it!" and it's the first time there's been anything warning in steve's tone, it makes eddie hold him tighter.

"i'll be here," he promises. eddie's tucked so closely into steve's chest he doesn't hear his uncle approach, doesn't see the smile he and steve share over eddie's head. wayne knew eddie was safe out here with steve but The Party's getting antsy.

"time to face the music, boy," wayne can't fight his grin when eddie turns in steve's hold, like he used to when they were young and eager to head to bed and wayne would say "those dishes won't wash themselves" and eddie would huff and fuss from the confines of steve's embrace, being dramatic for the sake of it. other than a change in hairstyle and a few new lines on their faces, wayne doesn't see any difference.

eddie grins when he realises that steve is equally reluctant to let go, propping his head on eddie's shoulder and holding him close, they both make puppy dog eyes at wayne, except wayne isn't about to cave like he would with the dishes. his friends are furious but they love him and they're worried that steve's murdered eddie already.

except wayne knows there's no safer place for his boy to be. steve's spent many a night in wayne's trailer, reading through articles, watching award ceremonies, listening to the albums eddie sent to wayne. sleeping in eddie's old bed, both when eddie first left and even more so recently, not that either of them have mentioned that to the others. it's a secret exclusively for the two people in the world who love eddie munson the most.

wayne gives eddie a pointed look and eddie sighs, nods to himself, he can do this. these people love him deep down, even if they don't like him very much right now.

"ready, big boy," eddie teases waggling his eyebrows at steve, who laughs and calls him an idiot affectionately. eddie classes it as a win. steve gives him one last squeeze, reluctantly letting go as the three of them head back inside but steve's hand never quite leaving the small of eddie's back (even when dustin tearfully tackles eddie into a bearhug) might be the best thing he ever could've hoped for.

and eddie thinks that maybe, just this once, his inability to fight his impulse control might've finally worked in his favour.

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mignonricciardo · 1 year

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What about Lance getting surprised by his girl best friend at Montreal and everyone in the garage knew except him and he’s like so oblivious about the whole thing

so I just have on thing to say — lance is so romance novel, emily henry-esque coded. he is so friends to lovers, slow burn, idiot in love without even KNOWING. (tbh he is alex nilsen)

now we’re here. lance is so excited for a home race — maple syrup and hockey and all that stuff canadians love. it’s always been a tradition that you attend the entire weekend with him, as his best friend of course. you hang out with his family, when he has girlfriends you’re still the priority for this race, you wander through the garage, he introduces you to other drivers (literally embarrasses you so bad in front of charles bc you’re starstruck). he takes so many pictures with you and of you during these weekends.

this year, it seems like the tradition will have to be put on pause when a sudden work trip comes up. he is assuring you it’s ok, but he’s genuinely so disappointed. once it’s canceled, you’re ready to tell him, but one of your friends floats the dies of surprising him, so you play along. his family knows you’ll be showing up, people on the team — they coordinated a paddock pass for you behind his back.

that Thursday media day, he’s kind of down. he texts you pictures all day as his own way of saying I miss you and I wish you were here. it’s cute — suddenly you’re like uhm I think it’s cute ??? ANYWAYYYYY you’re literally counting off the walls on Friday morning for the surprise, and his sister is blowing up your phone with constant updates about where he is and what he’s doing so you can sneak in behind his back.

now we’re in the garage, and you’re hidden in his drivers room waiting for him to get back into the garage so you can surprise him. your phone is pinging with texts from chloe to say oh my god he’s coming. you creep down the hall, peeking into the garage, and the team is all huddled around to celebrate his home race. it’s so obvious they’re hiding something (ahem, you) but Lance is literally OBLIVIOUSSSS. he doesn’t notice it one bit.

they do their little huddle, clapping and sharing hugs and handshakes and a cake his mom brought for everyone. it’s so cute, and you just think your heart is going to BURST when he’s laughing with everyone. when you pop out from the hallway, the team going quiet, Lance is literally just vibing and totally not paying attention. like HELLO IM RIGHT HERE

when he notices (finally), he lights up and you run to each other, hugging and laughing and spinning. both do you miss the looks, grins and jostling elbows of people in the garage to say “they’re totally in love — I told you”

when the videos surface of your reunion, especially the one from the team, it’s so painfully obvious the two of you are in L-O-V-E that the comments are BLOWING UPPP. other drivers and teams are even declaring you both a ship. the night after the race, when everyone else suddenly can’t stay after dinner and suspiciously leave you and lance, it’s where everything breaks down 👀

#ls18 #anon #Lancelot #My baby

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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You saved me?|| Peter Parker

Warnings: Mentions of nearly being raped, Violent things, screaming.

Summary: You walk to Peters house late at night, when someone tries to do things to you. But you are then saved by Spiderman. You run back to Peters acting as If your okay, but little did you know he was the one who saved you.

"I'll be at yours at 7" I told him.

Peter and I have been best friends for 4 years now, it all started off when my aunt invited me over to her friends house for dinner. And that friend of hers was May. May then introduced me to her son Peter Parker, and ever since that day we have been so close.

I live with my aunt and uncle, just like how Peter lives with May, who is his Aunt. I didn't know my Dad, but my sadly Mum passed away recently. It did take a bad turn on my life, but luckily I had Peter and everyone by my side to help me through it all.

Today I had planned to go to Peter's house to finish our work on the project we had to finish for school. I was running a bit late though, it was about 7:30 when I left my house. Peter only lived about 20 minutes away, however I had decided to get us some snacks from the shop.

This was my mistake because being outside in Queens at night is dangerous. And me being a 17 year old girl walking through the dark streets at night can be even more dangerous alone.

I was about 5 minutes away from Peters house when I heard footsteps from behind me. I then started to walk more fast. I got my phone out to try message Peter, that's when I felt someone pull me into the dark alley, with their hand covering my mouth.

"AHHHHH" I screamed and started to cry.

"Shut up or i'll kill you" the man spat in my face.It was hard to tell what he looked like as it was really dark.

"Please let me go STOP" I cried.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?" he started to move his free hand down my waist, it just got lower and lower.

I didn't answer as I was in shock and I was scared.

"We're gonna have a little bit of fun darling" He smirked and I tried to push him away. "DONT TRY PUSH ME" he slapped my face.

At this point I was full on crying and shaking. I really wished that I took the bus to Peters instead of walking now. I was scared of what I knew was about to happen to me.

"Please don't do this. Please-"

"Shut up" he punched me in the stomach, which caused me to fall onto the ground. "I don't want you to talk at all. And If you scream once that's it!" He kicked me in the stomach a couple of times, then straddled me on the cold floor so I couldn't move.

"It will be over before you know it" he pulled off my shirt, leaving me in just my bra.

I just closed my eyes, waiting for this to be over with. He started to pull onto my leggings but then I didn't feel nothing and I felt him get off me. I opened my eyes to see Spiderman webbing the guy to the wall!

"When someone says Stop they mean stop" he says and punches the guy in the face, then turning around to me.

Peters POV

I was waiting for y/n to come over to finish our project for school when I felt my spidey senses going off. I quickly put on my suit and jumped out of my window.

"Karen what's happening" I asked.

"Peter it looks like your girlfriend is in trouble, Y/N Y/L/N" Karen said.

"Karen I have told you many times she is not my girlfriend, shes my best friend. Where is she?" I ask her whilst swinging.

"She is in the alley way just not to far below you" Karen spoke.

"Okay thanks! I'm coming y/n don't worry" I say to myself.

I was at the alley way Karen said y/n was in. I looked through the alley way to see a man on top of Y/N! She was crying, with her eyes closed and her t-shirt on the floor. My heart broke seeing her like this, and I wanted to kill this man.

I quickly punched the guy off her, webbing him to the wall. "When someone says Stop they mean stop" I say and then punched the guy in the face again. After making sure the guy wouldn't be able to escape, I turned around to y/n.

"Are you okay?" I helped her stand up and passed her shirt.

"I-I Thank you" she pulled her shirt over her head and then fixed her bottoms. I know she wasn't okay, I could see how scared she was.

"Did he hurt you?" I tried to touch her face but she flinched away. I then felt my eyes water....she was scared of me.

Y/N POV

"Are you okay?" Spiderman helped me stand up, passing me my shirt.

"I-I....Thank you" I pulled my shirt over my head and fixed my leggings.

"Did he hurt you?" He tried to touch my face but I flinched away and I saw his eyes widen.

"I-I'm sorry, I really have to go....Thank you Spiderman..for saving me" I faked smile and turned away.

"Let me take you home" he calls after me.

"I need to see my best friend, I-I can't go home" I cried and ran to Peters.

It only took me about 5 minutes to run to his apartment. I didn't know what I was gonna tell him, I didn't really want to tell him. How was I gonna be late to his house ,by like an hour,

and be like, sorry I nearly got raped on the way here but spider-man saved me and I'm scared and shaken up!

I wiped my face before knocking on the door with my head down. After seconds the door opened.

"y/n" I heard his soft voice say.

"hey" my voice breaks, then I look up at him and that's when I lost it. The tears just wouldn't stop falling from my eyes now.

"Come here" he opened his arms, which I quickly ran into and sobbed into his chest. He closed the door behind me, picking me up to take me to his room. He then laid me on his bed with me on top of him, still crying in his chest whilst he plays with my hair.

"Im sorry Im late" I said after I calmed down.

"Don't apologise love. You gonna tell me what's wrong?" He looks at me.

"I-Im just having a bad day?" I said but it came out more like a question.

"Did he hurt you?" Peter blurts out wanting to know if I was hurt.

"Did-wait how do you know" I quickly sit up off him.

"Y/N just please tell me the truth. I know what happened with the man what did he do?!"

"Fine. H-he just slapped me and kicked me a few times in my stomach that's all. At least he didn't R- do what he was going to do" I play with his fingers.

"I'm so sorry that he done that. I wish I was there before it even happened-"

"Peter how the fuck do you know?"

He was silent for a moment until he said "I-I'm Spiderman"

"y-your Spiderman" he nodded. "You saved me?" he nodded again.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I did it to protect you so please don't be mad-"

"I'm not mad. I'm actually happy. Who could've known this nerdy boy could be spider boy" I smiled and hugged him.

"It's Spiderman" he chuckled. "Are you okay now though?" he asked again.

"Now thanks to you I am. You saved me Parker.....And I love you for that" I smile

"I love you too y/n"

"Peter....I don't mean it the way you do. The truth is Im in love with you" I hide my face in his chest.

"I...Im in love with you too y/n" he moves my head from his chest and then passionately kisses me.

"I love you so much" I cuddle him.

"I love you more y/n" he kisses my forehead.

And that night Peter made sure I was okay. We even told each other how we felt and I couldn't be any happier.

#tom holland #peterparker #tom peter parker #peter parker x you #tom holland peter parker #mcu peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker spiderman #spiderman x you #spiderman nwh #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman

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