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footballfanfictions · 3 years

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The thrill of the chase - Chapter Five

Pairings: Mason Mount/OC, Ben Chilwell/OC

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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Mason

I had watched Katie and Ben leave hand in hand, absolutely seething. I had this awful sickening feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t quite understand. All i knew for sure was that I didn’t trust Ben. I had known him before he arrived at Chelsea and we had played together for England./ He had always seem like quite a sound lad, but there was just something about him that I didn’t like.

Christina had whined at me all night about dancing with her and when I refused had gone off in a huff to dance with a group of other guys on the dancefloor, grinding against them provocatively, as if that would ever make me mad. I had been going off her for a long time now, only clinging on to the relationship because I was scared of being on my own.

My mind kept going back to Katie kissing Ben on the dancefloor. How he had held onto her, how she had run her hand through his hair. If I was honest with myself I knew why I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it because I wished that it were my hands on her.

I had quietly admired her from afar for the entire previous season since returning from my loan at Derby County. In that entire time she had barely even said a word to me and that only made the longing feeling worse if anything. I’ve always enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

I felt bad for silently celebrating the end of her long term relationship, which I found out about from one of the physios one day when casually asking why Katie looked so sad that day. She had always been quite a serious person fully invested in her job, but that day changed her and she had gone cold.

Now I was seeing her fire returning, and she was burning for Ben.

I thought all of these thoughts while Christina was on top of me, half heartedly grinding against me. She hated going on top, hated having sex with me in general really these days. I usually did all the work, taking all of my frustration out on her. But tonight she was drunk enough to do all the work, while I lay back against the pillows.

The only reason I was able to get hard and stay hard was because I was thinking about Katie.

Christina started to move her hips a little faster against me then and I momentarily snapped out of my day dream, grabbing her hips firmly. Then I put the situation out of my head and concentrated on the fantasy of Katie on top of me.

A few moments later I felt her tighten around me and started to thrust up to meet her hips,cursing quietly under my breath “f-fuck.. Katie…”

It took a second for me to realise what I had said, my eyes snapping open to meet Christina’s but she was already rolling off of me and getting out of the bed to shower like she did after every time we had sex, wanting to wash the memory of me off of her. She was entirely oblivious.

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Katie

I woke up momentarily confused, the curtains still wide open from the day before allowed the sun to come streaming in and blinded me for a second.

My mouth felt uncomfortably dry and my head was slightly pounding.

Rolling over I knocked into the side of Ben’s sleeping body and the memory of the previous night came back to me.

I had slept with Ben, and we had barely even had a date. I scolded myself silently, wondering how I could be stupid enough to let a footballer sleep with me on the first night. I was probably one in a hundred girls that he had slept with early on and then never talked to again.

He stirred and slung his arm across my stomach, pulling me in close against his chest, he nuzzled his head against my neck. I tried really hard not to smile at the fact that he was laying here cuddling me rather than getting up and running away straight away.

“Stop fretting.” he mumbled quietly. His voice all low, sleepy and raspy sounding even more attractive than usual. “I’m not going anywhere…” he continued, now in a whisper, his lips moving to kiss my collarbone while his hand swept my hair out of the way.

I breathed out a deep sigh of relief and relaxed into his arms.

“Didn’t scare you away then?” I joked.

Disregarding the sex, this was the most intimate I had been with anyone since Rory. I tried not to show Ben how insecure I felt about being completely bare before him.

“No way” he smirked.

We were both silent for a minute, Ben was still holding me against him, his fingertips now trailing down my back. I was struggling to figure out what I should say to him now. Should I offer him some breakfast? Ask him to hang out with me today? It had been so long since I had brought someone home with me outside of a relationship that I had no idea what the post sex etiquette was.

“What time is it?” Ben asked, lifting his head to look at the display on my alarm clock sat on the bedside table.

I looked at it too, having to squint to read the display clearly due to the sunshine. “8.30”

He jolted slightly against me and then sat up. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry but there is somewhere that I need to be.” he pressed a quick kiss to my cheek but then offered no further explanation as he silently dressed.

I waited until his back was turned while he was putting his shoes and socks back on before I slipped out of the bed covers myself and threw a pair of shorts and a t shirt on to look half way to presentable to see him out.

Once we were both dressed he grabbed my hand and pulled me against him to give me a brief kiss.

“See you later then.” I said casually.

He smiled at me and squeezed my hand, letting me lead him to the front door.

“I’ll text you.” he said.

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Monday morning had rolled around and admittedly I had been disappointed not to hear from Ben, but presumed that he was probably just busy.

As usual I was busy following the weekend. Chelsea had played yesterday lunchtime and I had a folder full of matchday pictures to go through and edit to occupy my time.

By lunchtime I had barely made a dent in my work and decided that I would just eat lunch sat at my desk to try to get through a little bit more of it but Bri had other ideas, coming bounding into my office like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh with a massive grin on her face. She was so happy that it lifted my sour mood almost instantly.

“Katie! So sorry that I didn’t text you back on Friday. I knew you were out with the boys and didn’t want to disturb you, and well… me and Billy went on our date and ended up spending the whole weekend together!” she was still bouncing as she sat down on the spare office chair which nearly rolled away from the desk from the force.

“Woah slow down, all weekend?” I asked her, puzzled as I looked down at the team sheet on the desk in front of me. “Wasn’t he in the squad yesterday?”

“Oh yeah but he got me a ticket and I sat just behind the bench so that we could talk to each other. He didn’t get to play unfortunately but it was still nice to be there to support him.” she said, beaming before continuing “then he took me to the megastore and bought me a shirt with his name on the back for me to wear next time. Isn’t that just the cutest thing?”

“The cutest…” I said quietly, trying my absolute best not to sound bitter or jealous seeing as Ben had run off suddenly on Saturday morning and couldn’t even be bothered to send me a text, compared to Billy who couldn’t get enough of being with Bri. I tried to tell myself that Billy had been into her for years so was of course going to be putting in a lot of effort, where Ben and I had only just met. It would have been nice to have felt a bit more wanted though.

“Sooo… Billy told me that Ben was asking you out. Did you go?” she looked at me intently while asking the question and I knew then that she could tell that there was something wrong.

I told her everything, including what I knew about Ben’s ex and Jorginho and going to the nightclub with the boys, kissing Ben, Mason and his horrible girlfriend being weird, and then about sleeping with Ben and what had happened after.

“Oh…” she mumbled. “I thought that he was really into you. Billy said he’#s always talking about you and looking over at your office window when they’re training.”

I shook my head, trying not to feel pessimistic about the situation. It had only been two days and he could have genuinely been busy.

“I’m sure he will text or call, or even pop in here to see you.” she leant over the desk then and gave me a hug in the best way that she could with a desk in the way.

“Bri, you really like Billy now right? Not just to make you-know-who jealous?” I asked.

She laughed “Why would I want to make Voldermort jealous?”

I rolled my eyes at her and grinned “You know exactly who I meant.”

“He’s already forgotten.” she shrugged.

“Listen, I don’t think I can face going down for lunch could you bring me back a sandwich or something? I don’t really fancy being stared at. He has probably already told all of them how easy I was.”

Reluctantly she agrede to go without me but not without scolding me for thinking the way that I had, telling me that Ben wasn’t like that.

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Mason

“So, what happened with you and that girl?” Kai was asking Ben the question as we sat in a circle doing some stretches. We were right outside of Katie’s window and I had been trying really hard not to think about her with some success before Kai had brought her up.

Ben stayed quiet for a minute as the group pushed him for an answer. Tammy finally bluntly asking if Ben had slept with her.

I looked for any sign of embarrassment on his face but there was none as he smirked “It was even her idea, she took me back to her place and then she was all over me.”

I grit my teeth together, biting me tongue so as not to say anything I might later regret or that might make playing with him awkward. I didn’t like the way that he was talking about her. He shouldn’t be showing off for the rest of the lads like that, not if he really liked her. He could have just said that he had a good night and wouldn’t kiss and tell.

My only solace was that he wasn’t going into intimate detail. He wouldn’t ruin my fantasies about her that way.

“How did you leave things? You leaving the door open to hit that again?” Tammy was asking.

I looked up at her window then and could see her there, stood at the coffee machine. She looked tired and stressed, more so than she usually did on a Monday morning and my dislike of Ben grew that little bit stronger.

“The door is ajar. Just letting her cool off a bit before I go back to her. Don’t need her getting all clingy on me.”

I was only half listening to Ben, finding that not looking at him made it easier to pretend that I was fine and egging him on like all of the others.

Our coach Frank blew his whistle then and told us all to head inside for lunch and I hung back behind the rest of them as they all walked towards the doors to inside the complex.

I was last in line for food as a consequence of hanging back behind the others and realised that Katie’s friend was just ahead of me with Billy but no Katie.

“I need to take this back to Kate but I don’t want to miss out on time with you.” I heard her cooing to Billy who had the biggest grin on his face. It was nice to see him finally happy but a bit too sweet for me.

Interrupting them I offered to take the sandwich to Katie, saying that the table I was going to sit on was full anyway and I was planning on just grabbing one myself and heading for some physio.

Katie’s friend was slightly hesitant at first but her desire to be with Billy overruled that in the end and she handed the sandwich over to me.

I stood at her office door nervously for a minute before I even knocked.

She opened the door expecting her friend and was surprised to see me there.

“I uh- brought your sandwich…” I mumbled, passing it to her.

“Are you ok Mase? It’s not like you to be so quiet.”

I full on blushed at her calling me Mase and felt like a right idiot for doing so. It was a nickname that people called me affectionately and she had never been affectionate towards me.

“It’s just…” I started to speak but had no idea what excuse I was going to give. I couldn’t exactly tell her that I was jealous of Ben.

“Is it your girlfriend? She was um, nice?” she giggled, and I couldn’t think if I had ever heard her laugh before. It was infectious.

“If I’m honest I haven’t been invested in that relationship for a long time but I can’t bring myself to end it. I’ve always been in relationships. I’m not...I’m not sure I know how to be on my own you know?”

She gestured for me to sit down on one of the chairs and she perched on the end of her desk, taking a bite of her sandwich while she thought about what I said.

“I can understand that. I was in a long term relationship that ended last year and I thought we were going to be together forever so when it ended I had no idea how to be on my own again. I’m still not sure that I have it figured out now if I’m honest.” she shrugged. She was trying to seem casual about it but I saw straight through her. She was still hurting from that break up.

“You’re not on your own anymore though, you have Ben.” I said quietly. Although I didn’t really want to think about them together I wanted to see how she reacted to me asking about it. If her face lit up with happiness at just the mention of his name, I would know that any chance of me changing her mind about him and about me was absolutely dead.

She looked down at her feet and didn’t say anything.

“He’s not the best at communicating. Don’t give up on him yet.” Thinking back to what she had said to me not long ago about how privileged and big headed I had become, I decided in a split second that maybe I wouldn’t be good for her even if we could somehow date. Would I continue to get too big for my boots and end up pushing her away? By that time I would have burnt a lot of bridges and ruined a lot of professional and personal relationships and it didn’t feel worth the risk.

“You’ve changed your tune.” she said, obviously referring to me telling her that he wasn’t good for her.

I shrugged, standing up to leave. “He’s growing on me I guess.”

“Thanks for chatting Mase. Maybe you’re growing on me.” she smiled.

I had turned to the door, so she couldn’t tell how hard I was smiling at what she had said.

“See you later Katie.” I replied, trying to sound as casual as possible as my stomach did somersaults.

#ben chilwell #mason mount #football fanfiction #football imagines #football smut #football story

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iwadori · 3 years

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Hiiii can i request prompt 53 with tsukki? My annoying cousin u may know @chibiiichan(i cant tag her its a surprise) recommend ur account and well she never been right more than now I LIKE UR ACC TOO URM JUST TAG HER IN THE POST (bcs its actually her birthday next week monday so....the least i could do this bcs she likes tsukki and shes recently talk abt the iwazumi story of yours....lmao shes cringe but in the same time got mad n i was besides her hearing her whining like bruh 'its 1 am'...i know i should buy something for her but she got spoiled enough 💅...that mf-) thank you ✨

‘ALWAYS AND FOREVER’

TSUKISHIMA X READER

2K WORDS

GENRE: ANGST,FLUFF

TW: SLIGHT AMBIGIOUS MENTION OF SUICIDE/ASSISTED DEATH, AND DEATH, CURSING (IN MY A/N)

THIS IS FOR @chibiiichann Happy birthday, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS (BECAUSE I HATE IT :D ) SOOOOO YEAH I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY.

NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL. EXPECT SLIGHT MISTAKES

You were dying. You knew it. Your husband, Kei, knew it. Even friends you haven’t spoken too since high school knew it.

So why did you all pretend that everything was okay?

5 year old Y/N:

You were running around your neighbourhood park chasing after butterflies, without a care in the world. As you were frollicing in the grass, you manage to trip over a rock tumbling to the ground scraping your knee making it bleed. Looking down at your slightly injured knee, your lip begins to quiver which eventually leads to wails of tears streaming down your face.

“you don’t have to cry you know?” said a slightly quiet voice towering over you. Above you was a boy, quite tall with a fat pair of glasses, golden eyes and a head full of blonde locks.

“Well when I get hurt, I cry” you say matter oh factly (is that the phrase?) rubbing your nose as you sniffle. He held out a hand to you, which you immediately took shooting upwards and brushing yourself off.

The boy, after looking at you wildly, turns around and walks back to the actual park. “Oi wait,” you call at the boy swiftly following him “aren’t you going to ask my name?”

“no.” he says simply, proceeding to walk ahead.

“well my names Y/N L/N pleasure to meet you,” you say jumping in front of him so he doesn’t move, waiting for him to tell you his name...which he doesn’t. “you don’t have to be so rude you know”

“I’m not being rude” he says stiffly “ it’s just my brother says not to speak to strangers” a smirk appears on his face to say ‘you can leave me alone now.’

As if on cue, his brother approaches the both of you given the boy a slap on the back making him cringe “Hey Kei, who’s the friend you’ve made here?”

“My name is Y/N L/N and I'm here to be KEI’s best friend!” you said putting the emphasis on the word Kei after just learning that was the blondes name.

Kei rolled his eyes and sighed saying “nii-chan can we go home now” he folded his arms in annoyance.

“No Kei, you’ve got to get to know your new found friend Y/N-Chan right?” his brother said teasingly, knowing it was the last thing Kei wanted to do.

“Yes ofcourse!” you say with a toothy grin, dragging Kei along with you to his demise.

Until the sun went down, you spent the rest of your time with Kei getting to know eachother (well him getting to know you more, since you did all the speaking.) Regardless of his previous annoyance in getting to know you in the first place, Kei would be lying if he said he didn’t want to know you now.

As the sun was setting, Kei’s older brother (who’s name you learned was Akiteru) called him to tell him he had to go home because dinner was ready. Before he left, you grabbed his hand and wrapped your pinky finger around his saying “As long as we shall live, we will always look out for eachother as we are forever bestfriends, agreed?”

back to present -

In some odd way, this was Kei’s way of looking out for you. He knew what you had was uncurable and would weaken you even more as the days go by, so pretending like nothing was wrong seemed to be best in his eyes.

Everything you and Kei did was a game or some nostalgic act that you once did when you were children. It was sweet to say the least, seeing Kei all engrossed and determined to make you happy.

Your alarm rings snapping you out of you daydream, ‘it was time for medicine’ you thought with your face scowling at the thought. Immediately on time, as always, Kei comes In the room with all your medicine thats needed.

“Aren’t you my perfect little nurse Kei” you say teasingly giving him a wink, laughing as you see his face turn red.

“Do you have to do this every time y/n?” he asks rolling his eyes at your childish behaviour.

“Oh I'm just showing love to my best and favourite nurse” you continue laughing at your own words

“Im your only ‘nurse’” he deadpans giving you your medicine as you talk.

“Well that is more reason to make you the best nurse.” you say smiling.

Silence falls between you, and you stare down at your arm watching as your husband gives you the medicine making you frown. “Do we have to keep doing this?” you ask which is probably the 1000th time you’ve asked.

“Of course we do Y/N as I’ve said yesterday and the day before that and the day before that it-”

“But do we really?” you interrupt “I can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep doing this.”

“Do you doubt me Y/N, I can do this forever” he says “ I can take care of you forever”

“But I don’t wan-”

“I’m finished, I’m going to start on dinner” he gets up and leaves the room yelling “I’ll call you when it’s done.”

Sometimes you and Kei have these conversations. And all the time it ends the same way. You complain, he ignores and then you go and have dinner.

You can understand why he doesn’t want to have this conversation. Who would want to hear about their partners complaints about practically being alive. Kei was torn, ever since he met you all he wanted to was to keep you happy. But could he compromise his own happiness for it.

15 year old Y/N - flashback

“Kei Kei, aren’t you excited!” you yell smiling widley

“Excited for what?” he asks, amused by your enthusiasm “it’s just highschool.”

“Well it’s a new highschool! Karasuno high school, to be exact.”

“And that is still just a school.” he says

“Not just any! That’s the school nii-chan went too, and even tho he lie-”

“Let’s not talk about it Y/N” he murmurs “we should go now, don’t want to be late on our first date.”

Going to Karasuno was fun, at the start everyone was pleasant and nice. But after a week or two when you and Kei were still stuck to eachother like glue, people weren’t so pleasant. Kei was like a pop idol, being gorgeous and over 6ft at just the age of 15, caused alot of attention, especially when he was always around you.

At the start, the hate you got was bearable, it was the petty bitchy notes in your locker or just people blatanly talking badly about you infront of you. People didn’t do it when you weren’t around Kei, so when he had volleyball practice (which you were so excited that he joined the team) you were a big target for the bullies to come around.

Kei didn’t really know of the bullying that happened towards you, especially since he was mainly in practice or not around when it happened. But one day in practice he heard some of his teammates, kageyama and hinata who seemed to talking about a student in one of their classes that was always getting picked on by the other girls in the year.

“Yeah and I heard that Nana-san was planning on getting her and her friends to attack Y/N-san soon.” said Hinata

“Shrimpy, who are they planning on attacking?” Kei asks to make sure he just heard the ginger correctly.

“Oh this lovely person in our class their name is Y/N-san” he says, looking at Kei’s reaction he also asks “Why? Do you know them?”

Kei doesn’t respond, and immediately leaves the gym, ignoring Hinata’s and the other members of the teams yells of ‘Where are you going tsukishima.’ He didn’t care, he just had to get to you.

He searched all the classes, asking every student if he knew where you were. Someone directs him to the toilets, where he burst through the door to see the other girls in your year surrounding you and beating you up.

“What the fuck are you doing to them?” he yells startling the girls.

“T-T-Tsukishima-san" one girl says “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh fuck off” he says, with them still frozen in shock “I said go!”

“And don’t think I don’t know your names either” he calls after them.

He rushes towards your bruised body on the ground and cradles you gently, confused on what to really do. “Oi Kei,” you say weakly catching his attention “I would’ve won if you didn’t come to stop the fight.” you joke making him scoff.

“Whatever you say Y/N.”

After you heal up, Kei already told on the girls that beat you up getting them suspended, and you explain how they were treating you because of their infatuation of him. And how they only did it when he wasn’t around.

Once he learns this information, he decides to quite the volleyball team, to your surprise. But you demands on making him not quit were ignored, as he excused it by saying “I have to make sure you’re always alright remember, and if that means quitting some volleyball team then so be it.”

That was one out of the many times that Kei put his happiness before yours.

Flashback over.

When you first got diagnosed, Kei was immediately researching on it as it was a very rare condition. But sadly, he only found what the doctor already told you both. It was uncurable and your immune system and your body will weaken as the days go by.

Which it did, you were a shell of your past self. It was always shocking for Kei to see, especially with you only being 25. ‘It wasn’t supposed to be this way,’ but he never let you see his sadness.

Whenever you knew Kei was sad you always reminded him “Kei, I may be dying but please don’t cry over me” every time you said, there was a slight undertone of humour in your voice which always worked in boosting Kei’s spirit.

AN: IVE GOTTEN TO THE POINT WHERE I HATE THIS SOOO IM SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE SHITTING RUSHED ENDING IM GOING TO PROVIDE FOR YOU LOL.

The days passed and the years went by, and you and Kei were still alive and kicking it. Doing your daily routine of you making some joke, Kei giving you your medicine and then you eating dinner. You eventually stopped complaining, realizing and remembering your promise you gave to Kei at 5 years old in that park. “As long as we shall live, we will always look out for eachother as we are forever bestfriends, agreed?”

Of course you had your rough days, everybody did and it was even harder being sick with a terminal illness. But having Kei to guide you through the storm made It better for you.

However, Kei isnt a miracle worker. He couldn’t save you, noone could. And you both knew that. That didn’t mean it made it any easier when the medicine stopped working and your pain got too hard to bear. Kei couldn’t watch you do this anymore, “the choice is yours” he said with tears in his eyes.

So you knew what you had to do, you got in your bed pulling Kei with you, and letting him envelope you in a big hug as you both cried.

“I love you,” you say “You know that right?”

“Of course I know that, idiot” he replies “And I love you.”

“Always and forever?”

“Always and forever.”

AN: how did I END UP CRYING WHILST WRITING THIS WHEN IT MADE NO FUCKING SENSE, I WAS TRYING TO DO THIS COOL NOTEBOOK (I HAVENT EVEN WATCHED THE NOTEBOOK) ENDING WHERE ITS AMBIGIOUS AND SHIT AND I JUST GIVE UP OKAY? I APOLOGISE LOOOOOOL. I HOPE YOU ENJOY ATLEAST A SENTENCE OF THIS AT LEAST.

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #haikyu #tsukishima kei #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima angst #tsukishima x reader

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dirtyoatmeall · 3 years

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Together, It’ll be okay (Tsukishima x Reader)

A/N: :0 I know another fic so soon!!! But I’m crying after reader ch 138 of aot sooo I needed the comfort so have OOC soft tsukki because I said so.

Pairing: Established Tsukishima x gn!reader, Established Yachi x Yamaguchi

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Mentions of mental health issues (reader is in a depressive episode), post time-skip

You and Tsukishima have been dating for a year now, and while the two of you are extremely open with each other, there are still things you try to keep to yourself, mostly for his benefit. This mostly pertains to your moods, when your anxiety gets the best of you, when you’re feeling insecure, or when you feel the creeping grasp of depression starting to take hold. You usually isolate yourself when these happen, canceling dates under the guise of being ‘sick’ and rescheduling when you ‘feel better’. Thankfully it happened sparsely enough that your excuses didn’t seem suspicious, or so you thought.

The two of you did not live together, you were waiting to save a bit more so you could get an apartment closer to your work places. He lived with Yamaguchi, and you lived with Yachi, all of you had gone to high school together, and funnily enough all four of you started dating around the same time. After you and Tsukishima got together, you helped Yachi confess to your freckled friend. Yachi was one of your closest friends, and she knew about your struggles and often helped you get through them. While your medications helped, you still had bad days, and this time, it was more of a bad week.

It was the third day, which in itself isn’t unusual, but by this time you were usually making improvements, but currently you were getting worse, dangerously close to spiraling, and it worried Yachi immensely. She was more often than not able to help you through them, wrapping up easy leftovers for you to eat when you shuffled out of your room at midnight, or helping you with laundry. But she was running out of ideas. It seemed no matter what she did, it either had no effect or made it worse. You almost never came out of your room, you had a bathroom attached, so the only other place in the apartment you went was the kitchen, but she hadn’t seen you in there, and the leftovers were untouched. She had left some crackers by your bedside, hoping you’d at least eat something but it had been days, and she needed backup.

She felt guilty, dialing his number, but she knew he was what you needed, someone more than a friend. She stepped out into the hallway when he answered, not wanting you to hear the conversation. She gave an idea of what was going on, that you were in a bad place right now, and while she could usually help you out of your slumps, she was worried you were only getting worse. He was just getting out of work for the day, and thankfully the museum was nearby your apartment. They decided Yachi would go stay with Yamaguchi, letting you and Tsukishima have the apartment to yourselves.

Tsukishima gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as he thought back on the other times you’ve canceled at the same time Yachi had. He had always assumed it was just sickness spreading from you to your roommate, he never entertained the possibility you were lying. He knew you struggled with your mental health, but as far as he knew, your medications were keeping everything under control. He sighed, and slumped in his seat, knuckles relaxing as he turned into your complex. It’d be fine, you’d be fine.

You weren’t fine. When Tsukishima entered the apartment, Yachi went into specifics. Apparently at the start of this week you had a confrontation at work, and then got a failing grade on an important test in one of your classes, one that you needed to pass to graduate. Those paired with how birth control was affecting your body, everything quickly snowballed. You had barely left your room, you hadn’t at all today, and did once yesterday. You were crying most of the time, silent sobs racking your frame as you clutched a pillow to your chest, the only audible noise being the gasps of breath and the sniffles. You only slept when you were too exhausted from crying to stay awake. Yachi had managed to get you to shower and change at the start of everything, you were still in your pajamas from then, your hair having fallen out of the braids, now pulled back messily. It had seemed like you ran out of tears, you were staring at the wall silently when she last checked on you, shifting further into the bed instead of answering when she had called out your name softly, worry evident in her tone. Tsukishima could tell how bad it must be based on how worried Yachi seemed, rolling his eyes when she reminded him to be gentle. He waved her off, telling her he’d take care of you, and for her to enjoy her time with Yamaguchi. Both of you had the rest of the week off, originally planning on a trip out of town.

He heard the front door close softly as he entered your room. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. You didn’t have any lights on, not even your LED’s or the little night light he had gotten you as a joke that you had used every night. He turned his phone flashlight on dimly to make sure he didn’t trip over anything as he made his way to the other side of the bed. He changed into some of the pajamas he had left before climbing into bed next to you. You startled slightly when you felt the bed shift, you had thought it was Yachi coming to do more laundry. You hesitantly turned to look, inhaling sharply when you saw who it was.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” You whispered, voice hoarse from crying for days straight. You watched with furrowed eyebrows as Tsukishima finished climbing into bed next to you, setting his glasses on the side table before pulling you into his arms. You stuttered, moving to pull away but he tightened his grip, keeping you flush against him, tucking your head under his chin, rubbing soothing circles into your back. He stayed silent, and you felt a new wave of tears form against your eyelids, gripping his shirt as you started to cry.

One hand came to run through your hair soothingly as you continued to sob into his chest, wetting a good chunk of the fabric with your tears. As your cries softened into hiccups and sniffles you clutched the fabric tighter, trying to bring yourself impossibly closer to him. He squeezed your hip, the hand that was in your hair coming to the side of your face, pulling you away enough for him to look at you. His thumb ran across your wobbling lip before wiping at a few stray tears, cupping your cheek to keep your gaze on him.

You stayed silently looking at each other for a moment before he craned his neck down, kissing you softly. It tasted salty from your tears, and Tsukishima tried to pour as much love into the kiss as he could. He pulled away slightly after a moment, close enough that your noses were almost touching, breath intermixing. You broke eye contact, looking off to the side as you mumbled an apology. Tsukishima’s nose scrunched slightly in distaste.

“What’re you apologizing for?” You shrugged lightly as he pulled away fully, hand still cupping your cheek. “I don’ know, canceling our trip? Yachi calling you down here? Being a huge mess?” He rolled his eyes, kissing your forehead lightly before rolling onto his back, situating you to lay your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. His voice rumbled in his chest slightly as he spoke. “Don’t apologize for things you can’t control. Yachi called me because she was worried about you, for good reason too. You can’t always be in control of your emotions, we can always reschedule a trip, it’s not important. What’s important is you and your health. Why didn’t you just tell me what was going on instead of Making up some story about the flu in July?”

You curled in slightly, your voice small as you spoke. “I didn’t want to bother you, you have more important things to do than deal with this, with me. I jus’- I didn’t want you to have to see me like this, I was hoping to have it under control before we got an apartment together, but obviously haven’t gotten that far yet. ‘m sorry I lied to you, I wasn’t – I didn’t mean to-,'' Before you could start crying again, he squeezed your hip and you closed your mouth, eyes burning.

“Don’t get all worked up, I’m not mad.” He sighed, staying silent for a beat before continuing, “ I’m sorry you felt like you would bother me with something like this. I love you (Y/N), all of you, which means I want to be here, I knew what I was getting into when we started dating, while I didn’t know it got this bad, I knew you struggled with it. I’m not expecting you to be okay all the time, it’s just not realistic. This is a part of who you are and I plan on being here for all of it, now and in however many years from now. I need to know how to take care of you, how to help you with this, and I can’t do that when I don’t even know it happens. You’re not alone with this, I’m here for you. I hope you’re listening because I’m not saying this again. You’re the most important thing right now, so don’t feel like you’re bothering me by asking for help, that's what relationships are, leaning on each other for support when we need it.” You nodded, clearing a sob from escaping your throat.

“Didn’ know you were such a softie Kei.” He pinched your rear in retaliation and you giggled before sighing, tangling your legs together and wrapping your arm around his waist. “Thank you, I’ll try to be more open about it. I’ll admit this is the worse it’s been in a long time. I think I just need you here right now. Maybe some ramen later, but you and a nap will work for now.” You shifted up slightly so you could kiss him before turning on your other side. He pulled your back into his chest, tangling your legs together again. His arm snaked around your waist before moving up, to trace your arm until he found you hand, entangling your fingers and kissing the crown of your head, sighing into your hair, “So needy,” he mumbled, though you knew his words held no ill meaning behind them. You smiled softly before being lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of his chest against your back. As long as you had each other, everything should be okay.

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sugar, sugar - z.cl

reader x chenle

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: a kiss in the cheek, cuss words, pessimism (I think that’s about it? Let me know if I missed something.

word count: 6.2k

part of the Candy Hearts Collab by @127-mile (click the link if you want to read the rest of the collab)

synopsis: Your whole life, especially working for your boss, is a living nightmare. That was until you got some sugar in your life.

inspiration:

Isn’t It Romantic (The film from Netflix by Rebel Wilson),

Sugar, Sugar by the Archies

networks

@nctcreations @kdiarynet @kpopscape @kwritersworld @culture-cafe @neowritingsnet @neoswitchnet @czennienet

February 13,202x / 8:00 AM

It was a quiet and peaceful morning. Which is too bad since that’s not what you’re aiming for.

Your alarm should’ve sounded at 6:00AM. Instead, it woke you up an hour late despite how much fumbling and crying that you did make it work last night.

You have completely ditched breakfast, running as fast as you can to the bus stop that never comes and leave as scheduled.

Already half an hour late, you still sat down that bus seat, fidgeting as if not staying calm on your seat will make the bus ride shorter. Right now, the only thing that you’re still holding on to is that small, sliver of hope that you get there before your boss does.

After climbing down the vehicle, you ran like you’re in a marathon and looked for that one window that your coworker always leaves open whenever you’re late like today. You ungracefully climbed up the window of the storage room and met Jisung, who’s already getting himself ready before opening.

“Is he here yet?”

You whispered as you tried to dust your red shirt and smoothened out your wrinkled uniform. The goal is to make yourself look decent, an attempt that you barely managed to accomplish

“He just came in. Hurry up before he notices.”

You mouthed “Thanks” to Jisung before leaving the storage room and sneak into the main entrance to log yourself in for today.

Your eyes scanned the candy-themed decorations for any signs of life (or danger, in your boss’ case) but he is nowhere to be found. You walked casually towards the main entrance, breathing only a sigh of relief as soon as you get to the front door.

Finally feeling at ease, you pressed your thumb on the device that records your time and gave yourself a mental pat in the back for actually pulling it off. At least, before a hand pops out of nowhere and touched you by shoulder.

You yelped at the surprise appearance of your ever-so-stealthy boss right behind you.

“You’re late again.”

He was staring at you with those black intense eyes and his resting bitch face. His expression always made you worry because there’s no way to actually now if he’s mad or not. You kept your head down and tried to avoid as much eye contact as possible.

“Surprised? I saw your little stunt by the window. You know that it’s right in front of my office, right?”

He patted your shoulder before placing his hands back to his pockets.

“You also know that I’ll be deducting that on your payroll, right?”

“Yes sir.”

He didn’t even let you finish and just turned his back at you, walking towards his office.

“That reminds me. We should bolt that window down before someone else tries to sneak in and steal. Tell Jisung to work on that as soon as possible.”

As soon as he’s out the way, you rolled your eyes and went back to straightening the wrinkles off of your uniform.

“Tell Jisung to work on that as soon as possible.” You said, mimicking him made faces behind his back.

As if Jisung knows how to shut that window properly.

After that delightful conversation, you helped Jisung in refilling the candy containers, tidied the shop by little bit, and breathe for one final time today before you opened the shop.

Some people may have imagined working on a candy store to be a dream. You get to bask in all of the aesthetics, you get to interact with children every day, and there’s that perk that you get to enjoy an unlimited supply of sweet treats during your shift.

Oh boy, some people couldn’t have been more wrong.

Your location is near an amusement park, which is already hectic as it is, but you also need to deal with stuff that all retail staff goes through.

If you were to make an entire list of the stressful situations that you have to deal with every single shift, it would take you all day.

There are children throwing temper tantrums because their parents refused to buy the candy that the wanted, entitled Karens demanding free candy because you made her baby cry, teenagers who thinks they’re so smart by stealing handful of candies from their containers while you’re distracted. It’s a mess.

And that’s beside your main source of stress. That one is sitting on his office at the back of the store, probably playing some game on his phone while you act as both staff and manager, is the best boss in the world, Mr. Zhong Chenle.

Note the sarcasm.

That guy deserves a whole separate list by himself.

///

So far, the first few hours of your shift went smoothly. There were a few customers here and there but nothing that you and Jisung can’t handle.

All is well. But if you’ve worked retail before, you would know that those words are cursed.

You’ve always had this thing where you’d get a stomachache whenever something bad is about to happen. Ever since that one nice lady earlier told you to keep the change with a very kind smile, your stomach has been grumbling like crazy.

You sneaked into the counter and sat there for a moment to rest. The pain is bearable, but it makes it very hard for you to breathe properly. After taking a few deep breaths, the pain subsided a little bit.

Until, someone wrapped their arms around you, startling you off the chair and had you freefalling straight into your butt.

“I’m not paying you to slack off Y/N. Do something. I don’t know… rearrange the Valentines display. Just don’t sit around while there’s so much stuff to do.”

He dusted his overprized outfit that probably cost more than your wage, even grabbing the hand sanitizer from his pocket, completely acting like you had a contagious virus that.

Fighting the urge to talk back, you just turned around and went back to work.

Someday, I’m going to punch that resting bitch face off his face.

Someday.

You went back and found Jisung painstakingly arranging the M&M piece by piece, arranged by color, size and filling.

The kid makes you worry sometimes.

He’s a good kid but sometimes he can be a bit… clueless?

You remembered the first time that your boss bought a cotton candy machine and asked you and Jisung to figure out how to operate it. He almost left work with nine fingers that day.

“Hey kid. Bossman wants us to change the Valentines display.” You explained as you walk over to the center of the room where the display case is placed.

“Not again. What does he want this time?”

“I don’t know. His only instruction is do something.”

He whined for a bit, but he followed your lead shortly after and started removing all of the candy jars on display one by one.

You started working on it as well, hoping that he (aka the owner) won’t notice that you just switched the glass containers of the candy displays with each other and then placed them back in their original place.

You realized that he probably didn’t know what the display looked like in the first place. It’s just more unnecessary work just to keep you moving.

To pass the boredom, you decided to dote on the kid that is busy making a bouquet of out of rose-shaped lollipops right beside you.

“Sooo…”

You said in a high-pitched voice and tried to lighten up the mood a little.

“Any plans for the V-day?”

He stops for a moment, bowing his head down while he tried to hide his shy smile.

“I’m taking this girl out bowling.”

You squealed and poked his side to tease him. He used to be a little highschool kid that you were told to keep an eye on just in case he accidentally kills himself. It was a headache at first, but he grew on you and now he feels like your honorary little brother.

“Awww. My Jisungie is grown up. It felt like it was just yesterday when I was to trying to teach you to tie your own shoelaces. And now, you’ve got a girlfriend”

“Uhm Y/N. That was yesterday.”

You were about to pinch his cheeks once again when Chenle squeezed himself in between you and Jisung.

“And now you’re flirting. Geez. Do I have to do everything around here?”

Why does this guy keep popping out of nowhere?

He stared you and Jisung down before he slithered back to his office once again. You just stood there in disbelief, shaking your head as you went back to work.

///

The end of the day went by smoothly, which made you worry even more. As you return some of the candy displays back to the stock room, you can’t help but think that today was just the calm before the storm.

Take last year’s Valentines for example.

The shop was stuffed with that a customer fainted because of suffocation. Jisung was bleeding because some guy punched him for flirting with his girlfriend (even though the poor kid is just being nice and gave her one of the extra candy flowers.)

And oh, no dates. While everyone is busy celebrating the love that they will share together you celebrated at the fact that the day is all over.

Ever since you’ve started working at that shop, you’ve never really tried to meet new people. You keep explaining that you’re tired all day. That your job is very demanding time-wise and physically. But in reality, no one just asked you out.

You could’ve quit, but who would take in a highschool graduate without work experience? You’ve barely saved up for a whole college semester, let alone the curriculum. There’s nothing to do besides suck it up.

It’s just one of those things that you stop celebrating as you get older.

Valentine’s day, your birthday, your birthday which is the same day as Valentine’s day.

Sighing, you picked up the stack of empty boxes that you needed to take outside for the garbage truck. Once again, Chenle pops out of nowhere, hitting some of the boxes that tumbled back on the floor. His are arms folded at his chest, sneering because of the mess that he created.

“Will you clean up this mess? It’s almost closing.”

You just pursed your lips, nodding as you stacked the boxes once again, trying very hard not to lose your composure.

“And will you please close the lights outside this time? I doubt that can pay for the damages if this shop burns down.”

Back turned against your employer, you picked up the boxes from the floor. You’re just glad that it is tall enough to cover most of your face. If someone could see your face right now, they would say that it is the face of someone that is about to murder somebody. Which is getting closer and closer to reality every single time Chenle opens his mouth.

Besides, you left one of the lights open one time. His petty ass just can’t seem to live it down.

“I’ll make sure to double check before leaving, sir.”

“Good. Make it quick.”

Holding out the boxes, you figured that he’d at least hold the door out for you. You had that one tiny glimmer of hope that he’s nice after all and you judged him too hastily.

Nope.

He slams the door right behind him and closed the lights from outside.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

You slammed the boxes down to search for the lights and open the door for yourself.

Just one punch. I need just one punch and that’s it. He’s gonna get what’s coming to him.

Scrambling in the dark, you almost faceplanted as you tripped one of the boxes in your way. With your arms stretched out as you feel up your surroundings, it took you a few minutes before you’ve finally managed to open the switch and see the mass that you made while stumbling.

You just facepalmed and stood there for a while, reminding yourself to take deep breaths and calm yourself before you actually burn this place down.

One by one, you stacked the boxes once again in one corner, making sure secure them this time. Keeping the door open, you’ve successfully placed them inside the bins.

One box in particular fell down to the ground. You picked it up to stuff it back to the garbage can but the motion made a rattling noise.

I must’ve missed a piece.

You dusted off the nearby pavement and sat down so you can open the box.

Inside was a few bags of candy, adorned with the usual red and white swirls with the text “Sweet Escape” taking over most of the packaging.

This one must be new.

You stuffed the box back to the garbage can, looked around for signs of a snooping, grumpy adult and placed candy on one of your back pockets.

If your boss found out that you messed up the inventory again, he will not hesitate to fire you. You’re just gonna have to sneak it inside before he gets there tomorrow. Well, assuming that your alarm clock works this time.

///

“Mom, what’s for dinner?”

You closed the door behind you and took off your shoes as entered your living room.

Throwing your keys and jacket aside, you’ve just noticed that the lights are all off and the house is eerily quiet.

You grunted as your sore feet walked itself to the kitchen, only to find a single note on the counter.

Me and your sister went out to eat tonight. Just order something for dinner

Love Mom,

All you ever wanted that night that you just to a nice, warm dinner and go straight to the bed and shut yourself from the world.

Great. No breakfast and dinner.

Fuck my life.

You threw the note in the garbage bin and just stomped your way to your room. You felt like breaking down at that moment but you didn’t have the strength to make cry and make a fuss. Maybe you can just sleep all the frustrations off and feel a lot better tomorrow.

Maybe it doesn’t get much worse than this.

You scoffed.

Sike.

As if.

You slammed yourself to bed but soon realized that it wasn’t a very good idea.

You felt something in your pocket popped and it made a huge mess in your bed. You took it out of the pocket and realized that it was the bag of candy from earlier. The seams popped out and tore open from being squished by a tired, underpaid employee.

At this point, you just glared and cursed yourself once as you cleaned the candy off of your bed. Some of the candy is inside the box, so you cupped your hands and poured the remaining contents to your palms. It was filled with tiny colorful candy hearts, which looked appetizing despite the tiny bits of disfiguration and the fact that it was in your pockets the whole time.

Well, I guess this is dinner then.

You popped the candy in your mouth, letting it sit as it oozes a strong citrusy flavor. It had a texture similar to those fever tablets for kids. In fact, it tasted like medicine a bit, too.

The citrus taste kept on spreading in your mouth and your face now contorted to a grimace. It felt like all moisture is getting sucked out of your body.

They sell this to kids?

You ran to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water to water the taste down. It didn’t do anything, so, you kept on chugging more and more water until you’ve finished an entire gallon of liquids.

You sat down at the kitchen floor and breathe a sigh of relief. The taste finally left your tastebuds, but you can still feel your body feeling repulsed by the extreme sour sugary candies that you just consumed.

Drinking one more glass of water, you went back to your room and changed into your comfortable clothes, finally ready to leave this day behind.

Let’s just hope that those candy bits won’t get you sued tomorrow.

///

February 14,202x / 8:00 AM

The alarm started blaring off from its place, scaring you shitless and making you jump out of bed in panic.

You could've have been happier and more annoyed at the same time.

You leaned against your bedroom wall, giving yourself a few minutes to calm yourself down before you decided to turn off the alarm.

Once your heartbeat has cooled down, you stepped back to the bedside table and pressed the alarm button to check the time.

8:00AM

"Dammit!”

Your heart started to race once again. This time, it’s the adrenaline rush that’s making you move faster than normal. You even contemplated about getting a shower. However, you're already screwed as it is, you're not going to work without breakfast and shower again.

You stepped back to your room, wrapped on a bathrobe and panting like you just ran a marathon. Digging into your own closet, you noticed that your uniform, a red polo shirt and matching star white pants, is missing from your closet.

"Mom! Have you seen my uniform?"

You shouted from your room but you heard no answer. It seems like they didn't stay the night either.

Great.

Seeing as how your day started, you've deemed the rest of the day unsalvageable and just grabbed the closest thing to red that you have on your closet, which is a red frilly blouse and a white paneled skirt that you've never worn before. It's right at the bottom of your closet, so you've figured you or your mother bought this before and just forgot all about it.

You also grabbed one of your newer shoes to match and bolted to the front door as fast as possible.

You locked the door behind you, only to be spooked as you turned around to see a car parked in your driveway.

It was one of those fancy ones too. The ones that have their doors open at the side like an alien spaceship.

You only know one person in the world that's flashu enough to ride one. And he's just came out of the car.

"Happy birthday! You're pretty early..."

Chenle smiled as jogs over to you, keys jingling on his fingers, and gave you a small peck on the cheek.

You stood there in your porch, frozen.

Zhong Chenle knows how to smile. And he knows about your birthday

"I was about to call you but I didn't want to wake you up. So, I came over instead. Did you eat your breakfast yet?"

You shook your head hesitantly, still unable to speak and process the situation.

"No good, young lady. Go back inside. We're not leaving with an empty stomach."

///

Here's something that you never encounter every day. Your spawn-of-the-devil employer is making you pancakes in the kitchen. And you finally have fresh milk in your fridge.

What happened to the world while you were sleeping?

"I'm not a professional chef but at least it's edible."

He said as he placed a perfectly fine plate full of fluffy pancakes right in front of you. Is this him being cocky?

He sets the apron aside and sat down right in front you, grabbing a plate and a piece of pancake for himself.

"Go on... Tell me if it's good."

You hesitantly took a bite, and then chewed in silence as Chenle expectantly watched you from the side. You set the fork down, speechless.

They're as good on the inside as they looked on the outside.

"You don't like it?"

He sounded upset. It wasn't like "I can't believe you forgot to do this thing that I told you" upset either. He looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and a bit of a pout.

You froze. What if all of this is trick? And this is just is way of firing you, like letting you down gently in case you formed a vendetta and burn the shop down in your anger.

Which, for the record, is partly true.

"Uhm. It's nice. It's very niceee"

In your panic, you might've overdone the compliment. It sounded like you're on gunpoint and you had to say it to live. Nevertheless, he still smiled to himself and took the compliment well, even pouring you another glass of milk so "it would go down better".

The interaction alone gave you the chills. It felt like you're walking on thin ice and the former Chenle will come out and bury you alive. But even that would've sound more real than what's about to happen next.

Like the gentleman that he is, he opened the car door for you. You never even got the chance to question where the two of you are going. After sitting down, just when you're about you're about to ask, he held your hand and gave it a kiss.

"You buckled up?"

"Uhm. Yes..."

Still holding your hand, he pressed some buttons on the dashboard and then music started playing. You recognized that it was that song, Sugar Sugar by The Archies. It’s one of the songs that you ironically played in the candy shop. There was also Sugar by Maroon 5, Sugar by Florida.

Well, you get the point.

“Sugar Ah, honey, honey You are my candy girl And you got me wanting you…”

He proceeds to sing along to the song merrily as he backed up your driveway. Meanwhile you sat there quietly as you tried to assess your situation.

Is this kidnapping? Would it be considered kidnapping if I willingly went inside the vehicle?

Once you’ve realized how ridiculous you sounded in your head, you relaxed for a bit and started humming along to the song. It was at this point that you realized that Chenle had a beautiful voice. The song didn’t have high notes, but it was hard to make your voice pop up with the middle register. It sounded stable, like he’s a recording artist.

The atmosphere at the shop would be much better if he sang like this all the time.

…which reminded you of something that Chenle might be neglecting to think.

Panic washed over you and soon, you can’t keep still and moved around your seat a lot.

“Are you comfortable?

He kept on glancing on your direction, keeping you in check for a few moments while he still kept an eye on the road,

“We can make a quick stop if you need something.”

Trying your best to keep yourself still, you finally sat down and placed both of your hands on your lap, like the kids at school when their parents ask them to behave.

“Where are we going again?”

The question finally popped out and you pursed your lips while trying to wait for the answer.

“I don’t know. It’s your day. We can go wherever you want to.”

“Oh.”

It’s not like him to be away from the shop at this time of the day, let alone the whole day. No matter how sucky he is, he did what is best for the shop. It was his baby.

And if the both of you aren’t going, then it only means one thing. His baby is screwed at the hands of someone.

"By the way, who's taking care of the candy shop?"

You tried to ask nonchalantly, but it only came out sounding more inconspicuous.

"Oh yeah. I left Jisung in charge."

He wistfully replied. Suddenly, you feel your head spinning from your seat from the sheer realization that he left the kid alone, in his shop, with no adult/proper supervision.

"You left Jisung alone... In charge... On Valentine's Day"

You turned your gaze away from him, trying to hide your internal panic. You'll be lucky if the guy made it alive until lunch by himself.

"Relax. He'll be fine. He's with the trainees. Figured it might teach them a thing or two in getting the actual job done."

“And with trainees too… oh my god.”

Great. More casualties.

“You don’t mind if we stopped by the shop first, do you?”

“Of course. You’re the boss.”

///

In a few minutes, he pulls over to the parking lot and you’re glad to see the shop in piece. On the outside at least.

You stepped inside the car and practically ran over to the inside of the shop, leaving Chenle behind.

“Welcome to Sweet Escape, how may I help you?”

Two unknown faces greeted you at the door. They must be the trainees that Chenle talked about earlier.

“Would you happen to know where Jisung is?”

They both nodded and pointed to the direction of the left side of the shop, which was supposed to be all the supplies were. Instead, there was Jisung on the register, which by the way looked different from what you can remember.

In fact, the whole shop looked nothing like it was yesterday. The colors seemed more vibrant and festive and the whole thing looked like a candy wonderland. To be honest, it reminded you of that one Katy Perry music video.

Jisung bowed at you formally and wore his usually customer service smile.

“Welcome to Sweet Escape, how may I—”

“How many fingers do you have now?”

You replayed the question in your head and it sounded just as crazy when it came out of your mouth. At this point, you decided to continue on with the question. For obvious safety reasons.

“Uh ma’am. What do you mean?”

“Hold your fingers up. How many do you have?”

He was hesitant to do as you say. Chenle just facepalmed and gestured him to do as you said, putting up all of his tall fingers in the air.

“Ten?”

You breathe a sigh of relief, almost rushing over to hug the confused Jisung when Chenle pulls you from behind.

“Please excuse her for the moment. She’s feeling a bit under the weather.”

He smiled and bowed to Jisung as an apology, another gesture that you haven’t seen him do before, pulling you outside the store to give you some air. Once you’ve reached the parking lot, he placed his hands on your shoulders to hold you still.

“Okay. Since when is hugging my staff became a thing?”

He stares you down with a genuine concerned look on his face.

He placed one of his hands on your forehead.

“It’s not like you’re sick either…”

Chenle sighs, finally releasing you from his grasp

“Tell me. What’s the problem?”

He sat you down at the pavement and gave you enough space to reflect on your actions.

You had the choice to say that you have absolutely no idea what’s happening to you right now, but you thought that he ought to know why you’re acting that way. Now, you just have to figure out how to explain it to him without sounding like a crazy person.

“I…”

You started slow, working your way into explaining that you woke up into this insane dream about how her boss is suddenly so nice to her that morning.

And then it hit you.

“I had a dream about you...”

Ideas started pouring down to your head, starting to piece together a story that actually made sense.

“And in that dream, you’re this mean guy that never cared about me and other people’s feelings. You just made everyone around you miserable. The dream felt so real so I’m very uncomfortable that you’re acting nice to me now.”

“Is that so?”

You nodded your head as an answer. Chenle pulls you over to a side hug, relief washing over him knowing that it wasn’t that bad as he made it up to be.

“I’m sorry if that mean version of me hurt you.”

He rested his head on your shoulders and pulled you closer to him.

“If I decided to be mean to you in a dream again, feel free to punch me or whatever. I promise to make up for all of it once you wake up.”

It was probably the nicest thing that anyone has said to you in a while. Even though it wasn’t actually him who’s hugging you and making you feel all warm inside, you’re not going to see your boss the same way again.

“You know what, why don’t we start now. There’s plenty of time today to make it up to you.”

He stood up from his seat and brushed himself, helping you do the same right after.

“Where does my y/n want to go right now?”

Your lips formed a mischievous smile.

You knew just where you wanted to go at that moment, but he’s probably not going to like it

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“Would it hurt you to rest for one second?”

You’ve been running around the theme park for the whole day and Chenle just barely kept up to you and your antics. He gave you a small opportunity for a payback and you’re not going to let it slide. Even if it’s with nice Chenle.

You were about to run off again somewhere when he tugs you by the hem of your shirt.

“Y/N-ah, don’t you feel sick at all?”

Chenle’s eyes droop down as he tried to compose himself. As someone that doesn’t like heights and gets dizzy easily, it seems like he’s about to faint any minute now.

“But I want to ride the Ferris wheel.”

He went sheet white, if that is humanly possible. Chenle had barely enough time to recover from the roller coaster ride a few minutes ago and now you’re already on your way to hop in to another one.”

“Fine. We can rest. I don’t think my ears can handle any more of your screaming.”

You can hear Chenle complaining under his breath. The two of you went to the horror house a while ago and there was a high-pitched screaming the whole time. You’ve been teasing him with it ever since.

“I told you, that wasn’t me!”

“The only person inside is you and me. And I don’t remember screaming my own name for fifteen minutes.”

His mouth opened like he was about to say something, but he stopped midway and just took your hand to drag you at the nearest bench. He sat you down first before he took the seat right next to you, both palms on his face and trying to give himself a moment to breathe.

As much as you wished to torment that guy to death, he really looked sick to his stomach. He can barely lift his head up without taking deep breaths.

“You alright?”

You said as you patted his back gently, giving some time to relax and a moment to breathe.

“I’m fine. I did say that I’ll do anything for you today.”

He takes one last breathe before getting up the bench, only to lean on one side too much and almost toppling over.

“Yeah. I think were done for the day. You can barely stand up.”

You sat him back at the bench and caressed his back to get him to relax. Not even a minute after sitting back down, he did a thumbs up to let you know that he’s doing fine already.

“What time is it?”

“4:30. Why?”

He tried his best to stand up and keep himself still. This time, his attempt was successful.

“I’ll drive you home.”

“Are you sure?”

“You can barely stand up. What makes you think that you can drive?”

“Just trust me.”

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Sure enough, you both got to your house unscathed.

He told you to step out of the car, which you did, and he smoothly backed the car to your garage.

“How was that?”

He said smugly just as he came out of the car, keys jingling on his fingers once again. You can joke about his motion sickness but you can’t comment on his driving.

Chenle was then about to enter your house, but you stopped him just before he turned the doorknob.

“You know what, I had a lot of fun today. It’s probably the best birthday slash Valentine’s Day that I’ve had a whole life. I think you deserve this…”

You held up your fist into a ball and pretended to land a punch to his face. He winced, which gave you and opportunity to tiptoe and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He stood there frozen for a few seconds, but it was replaced by a cheeky, boyish smile that he’s been hiding from you the whole time that you know him.

You twisted the doorknob and stepped inside your house first, when a popping sound greeted you from inside.

Turns out, those were party poppers.

“Surprise!”

Your whole family is there, alongside all of your friends from way back highschool.

“Sorry for missing you this morning sweetie, we needed some time for the party preparations. Chenle did a good job of distracting you the whole day.”

An arm wrapped itself on your shoulders and gave it a tight squeeze. It didn’t take long for you to find out who it was.

“She made me ride the roller coaster, twice.”

“Stop being a baby. I asked you the second time but you refused to come with me.”

Laughter fills the room and it went for the rest of the night. The celebration wasn’t fancy but it was enough for you to realize what life you’re missing in the real world. And as much you want to make it longer, sooner or later you’re going to have to come back to your old life.

That time was the next day.

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February 14,202x again / 6:00 AM

The shrill sounds of the alarm clock woke you up, but you were smiling ear to ear. Something about your dream have placed you in a very good mood. Too bad you can’t remember the specific details. All you know is that there’s a car, the shop, the theme park… Zhong Chenle.

Why would it be a nice dream if your boss was in it?

Before you started conspiring some theories, you shook it off and started to get ready for today. To your surprise, the alarm woke you up on time. This means that you can take your sweet time in getting ready, possibly even make yourself an English breakfast for a change.

Your plans are foiled, however, when you realized that the kitchen wasn’t empty.

“Happy birthday…”

Your mom came from the living room to give you the tightest hug. She hasn’t hugged you like this for a long time, so you reciprocated and pulled her in a tighter embrace.

“I’m sorry that this is all we can afford for now…”

She sits you down the table and pushed the small bento cake right in front you. It is not bigger as your hands, but the pink icing and the decorations looked so delicate and beautiful.

“I promise to make you a better cake next year.”

“This is all I need Mom, thank you for doing this.”

///

Everything is going smoothly today. The bus is on time and the driver even gave you a small Valentine’s card as you went inside. For the first time in your life, you looked at the streets painted different shades of red and you’re perfectly fine with it.

You even got to work early. Doors are still shut down when you got there, so you decided to climb up the storage window so you don’t have to wait outside. As instructed, you finally locked it behind you and made it a point to be on time so you’ll never have to use it again.

You started with work right away, cleaning up as much as you can before everyone gets there. While you were mopping the main shop, you can hear keys jingling from outside, meaning that your boss already got there. The door swings forward and upon turning around, he opened the lights, only to see you standing in the middle of the shop.

He screamed at an ungodly pitch and almost fell down at his place.

“Oh, it’s just you. That wasn’t me, alright? ”

He dusted himself off tried his act together and be as cold as before, only to be embarrassed because you kept laughing at his face.

You tried to keep a straight face and bowed at him to excuse yourself. If your tardiness won’t get you fired today, it would probably be your excessive laughing.

“This is the horror house all over again.”

You swear that you heard him mumble something else, but you weren’t sure if you heard it right.

What are the odds that he dreamt about a horror house too, right?

Before you got the chance to go though, he said something that made your heart race for the rest of the day.

“You were there too, right? I just want you to know that that was really me.”

You turned around to see if he’s joking, but instead found a smiling Chenle at the other end of the shop.

“I actually liked you for a while now. So forgive me for always lashing out on you.”

He placed his hands on his pockets and walked slowly towards you, his head down while he tried to hide his shy smile.

“Happy birthday Y/N. I don’t mind repeating that day again... just don’t make me ride the roller coaster twice this time.”

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Mismatch- Part 16

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

When everyones dates go very well

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“Thanks for dropping us off,” Marion slides out Selina's car, Kagami and Chloe following, “We couldn’t take the same route as them,”

“I’d be disappointed if you did,” Selina teases, with an edge of seriousness.

“Thank you,” Kagami chimes in, getting waved off by Selina as she and Chloe leave to hunt down the targets.

“So you’re going to tell him?” Marion whispers through the open window.

“Yep,” She sighs, tightening grip on the steering wheel, “We’re going to go on a date of out own, completely romantic, then ruin the evening,”

“You really think he’s going to be mad?” Marion cringes, getting a reassuring smile.

“At me,” She clarifies, “Don’t you worry he’ll be thrilled to have more kids,”

Marion holds back a laugh at her exasperated tone, “Have fun,”

“I won’t,” Selina assures, throwing back a, “Have fun,”

“I will,” Marion grins, spying on the totally-not-a-date between two disasters will be nothing but entertaining.

Marion waves at the leaving car before jogging to catch up with the girls. Staying slightly behind to watch them try and talk about plants. Chloe trying to sound more intelligent than ‘look at the pretty flower’, not that Kagami would mind. He resists the urge to drags his fingers through the leaves of ferns and vines as they walk down the winding paths of the botanical garden. Too many times has he touched plant life only for it to wither and die later, a side effect of holding his miraculous too long. So he always made sure Marinette is around to counteract the bad luck.

The urge gets easier to resist as they enter a more open garden area, filled with flower patches and green grass. Probably the cleanest place in Gotham likely thanks to a certain rouge that would hunt you down for littering here. He spots the two lovebirds and directs the girls to a nearby tree well suited for hiding behind as they spy on the little picnic Adrien has set up, in a grassy patch surrounded by flowers.

“Oh my god,” Chloe groans, “How can they be such idiots?”

“Can we just tell them?” Kagami asks irritably, not for the first time.

“No, let their relationship take its natural course,” Marion scolds, not for the first time.

“Do you think they’re going to be just as slow when they’re together?” Chloe complains more than asks, “Will they ever get married?”

“Are you kidding?” Marion scoffs, “The day after they get together someones going to propose,”

“Probably both,” Kagami predicts, watching as they both fumble over something.

“Probably,” Marion and Chloe both agree, as the fumbled object gets dropped.

“Well, hey there!” a high pitch voice shouts through their whispering, “Who’re we spying on?”

Marion whips around coming nose to nose with Harley Quinn herself. He takes a step back to see Poison Ivy standing just behind.

“Um…” Marion debates going for his baton, they didn’t seem hostile but they don’t need to be to cause damage, “Our friends date?”

“Ohhh!” Harley stands on her tiptoes to look over their heads, “Aren't they just precious?!”

“Yes,” Ivy agrees to Harley’s goo-goo eyes despite not having looked over once.

“Let's go say hi,” Harley links her arms with Marion and Chloe’s dragging them over to the picnic.

“What are you doing here!” Marinette shouts as soon as they approach, seemingly more surprised at them than the two rogues.

“I caugh’em spyin on ya and decided to drop in,” Harley releases them and sits down, “This looks delicious!”

Harley takes a cookie from a plate, eyes lighting up when she takes a bite. Marion locks eyes with Marinette as confused as him. It only gets worse when Ivy sits down as well, on the grass not the blanket. Well it’s not like he can just leave. Marion shrugs and sits down, immediately reaching over to steal from Marinette's plate, ignoring the plates around him.

“Sooo,” Harley hums partly around a mouthful of cake, rocking back with legs crossed, “What’s ya names,”

“Marinette, that's Marion,” Marinette hisses his name, as she tries to snatch back half a sandwich.

“Oh! Brucie’s kids!” Harley claps her hands together, “You’re the Wayne twins!”

“Uhhh…” Yes? No? Kinda? Soon? It’s up to him?

“No they're not,” Kagami takes a seat following Chloe, “It’s just a baseless rumour,”

“Yep!” Marion agrees way to loudly, “A completely baseless rumours, no fact here, nope,”

The look he gets from Marinette is expected, but it’s Chloe’s lingering gaze that really gets to him.

“I like what you’ve done with the flowers,” Marinette covers for him, alerting him that Poison Ivy had made many more bloom.

“I didn’t do much,” Ivy says, even as the grass around her is a couple inches taller than it used to be, “They already wanted to bloom so bright at seeing you,”

“Really?” Marinette sweat drops, reaching for her bag, “I do have a bit of a green thumb, I take care of a garden back home,”

“What wonderful things do you grow?” Ivy asks with keen interest, Adrien off to the side looking awestruck at Marinette’s composure.

“She’ll be takin all day now,” Harley spins towards the three other date crashers, “I didn’t hear your names!”

Chloe and Kagami startle as she leans further into their personal space.

“Surely if you’ve heard of the twins you’ve heard of me,” Chloe flips her hair, only getting a blank face from Harley, huffing, “Chloe Bourgeois,”

“Kagami,” She replies curtly, “Marion doesn't appreciate date crashing,”

“It’s alright Kags,” Marion assures, he more had a problem with having to hold her back from yelling at them both when they didn't kiss after fireworks.

“Ohhhh, are you two dating,” Harley stage whispers, making Chloe choke on her drink.

“No not at all,”

“Just friends,”

And not friends in the Adrien Agreste way.

“Ew gross you two dating?” Chloe cringes, “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

“Oh! Then you two!” Harley exclaims, addressing the girls.

“Umm…”

“Well I….”

“Yes,”

“Rion!” Chloe yells, blushing furiously at his shit eating grin.

“Well let me give you some advice,” Harley sing songs, a not so subtle glance back at Ivy.

“I don’t think that's necessary-”

“Hush now,” She shushes Kagami, “So when you're on a date and some bozo tries interrupting, there's this nifty thing you can do with certain nerves-Or! If you have the tools, a good whack upside the head-Or! My favourite! You get your gun and…”

Marion shifts away, still keeping Chloe and Kagami in his sights, both completely red.

“-And I planted this one three years ago,” Marinette explains, letting Ivy hold her phone, eyes glued to whatever picture was on it, “I know they tend to like partial shade but I found this one prefers to be more in the sun, so I just move it on especially sunny days,”

“Your garden is brilliant they all look so-” Her gaze snaps up to Marion, making him freeze in place, “They do not like you,”

“Um,” It takes a second to realise she was talking about the plants, “I guess not, the plants at home like me,”

“Do they?” Ivy frowns, and Marion desperately hopes she likes Marinette enough to not attack him.

“Well, we have a catnip plant that does,” Or at least Plagg likes it enough to do his best not to let anything, even himself, destroy it.

“You do?” Ivy turns to Marinette, who starts talking about the plant.

Marion takes this opportunity to escape back into the conversation they were having with Harley-

“And if you really want to have fun in bed you can-” Nope never mind.

Marion stands, considers bringing Adrien along to find some more snacks for their bigger group. But he seemed just as enthralled with Marinette as Ivy is with plants. He walks off waving to Marinette as she looks over to check on him. He smiles at the silent desperate pleads for help Chloe and Kagami give him. With a bounce in his step Marion walks off.

He didn’t even realise he had left them alone with two rouges until he was halfway through the gardens. Whatever. Marinette could handle them and they both seemed friendly enough, if not very polite. If they wanted to crash a date he can think of another person that would rather it happen to them.

“So the twins got out of hospital yesterday,” yes because that's a good way to bring up the topic of your illegitimate children to their out of the loop father.

“That’s fast,” Translated means; I’m suspicious.

“Did you look into those Paris heroes?” No she isn’t stalling not at all, this is important.

“I did, they’ve been working mostly alone for years,” Bruce scowls, picking at his food “I don’t know how the league hasn’t heard about this,”

“Didn’t Marion say this Ladybug person fixes everything?” Selina hums, she had been to Paris and never saw anything, they couldn't be that good could they?

"Is that what he meant?" Bruce looks up at her genuinely puzzled.

Selina hides her smirk behind her wine, which she desperately needed for this conversation. She had forgotten not everyone could understand their babbling. Not even Bruce, yet. She merely hums in response, before taking a gulp of wine.

“I plan on contacting her,” Bruce admits out loud, their secluded rooftop table ensuring privacy, “Did they say anything more to you?”

“They’ve had some other things on their mind lately,” She doesn't meet his eye, so they were back to this topic, great.

“Post traumatic stress?” Bruce guesses, she wished- wait no- that's not good.

Selina would rather do this a hundred times over than have her kids suffer like that. Fortunately they didn't seem to be. Which could be concerning in its own right.

“No, actually, they seem completely unaffected by a near death experience,” Selina sighs, they should be right? Thats normal for regular people right? Well they weren't normal, mainly because of the man sitting across from her, who needed to know that, “Just like their father,”

“Tom?” of-fucken-course he had to make this harder, no she will not admit she was purposefully vague.

“No,” Selina feels the anxiety in her chest choke her, “You,”

And nope that last word only made it worse.

“... What?” Bruce pauses, fork still in mid air.

“You,” She places her empty glass down, the clink hitting the table deafening.

“... Selina, what are you saying,” Bruce lowers the fork, halfway between a scowl and suspicion.

“I mean we’ve been at it for years is it really that surprising?” Selina tries to play off, joking tone not overshadowing her panic.

“Selina,” Theres that stern tone, paired with the signature Bat glare.

“... They’re your kids, our kids,” Selina corrects, making sure to meet his eye. No tricks this time.

She lets the silence hang, studying Bruce's face. At first you can clearly tell he's trying to keep a mask on, but it cracks bit by bit. She sees confusion, realisation, panic, anger, disappointment all over lapping. Swirling together repeating over and over again until settling on anger.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” He explodes, pushing her off the ledge she had been on all day, or the last couple days, or hell for eighteen goddamn years.

“Because you-you’re-” She fumbles, so many reasons, mainly relating to Bats in some way, but that wasn't the main reason, “You said you didn’t want kids!”

“You never told me I already had kids!" The realisation hits Selina that he remembers.

If it was just now, or he had for years. He remembered the night she had asked if he wanted a family. He had said no. That he couldn't. That he had a responsibility to the city. So she had left. Not daring to see him when she was pregnant and not wanting to see him afterwards. The next time she saw Bruce he had just adopted a child.

“What would you have done! Huh?!” A child who a year later was chasing criminals around Gotham, “Would you quit? Would you dress them up too and make them fight crime!? I sent them to Paris to avoid that!”

“You know full well I never made them do anything!” Maybe not on purpose, but they do a whole lot for his approval.

“Their kids Bruce! You should have never let them join you out there!” She rants, pacing away from the table.

She gave them up so they would never join her either. Although with how much Marion likes cats he would surely love his own cat suit.

“How would you know what would happen?” Bruce demands, keeping pace with her, dragging his hands through his hair, “I-god- I hadn't even adopted Dick yet and you wrote me off!”

“ Exactly , do you really think you could have raised them!” Dick's his argument for good parenting? Better than Jason.

“Maybe I wanted to!” Bruce yells, anger crumbling, he collapses onto a love seat looking over the city, “Maybe I wanted to raise at least one of my children,”

“I know,” Selina tentatively sits on the chairs arm, reaching over to him, “But they deserved a chance to live without all this ,"

She vaguely gestures to the city and partly to Bruce. Who looks offended at his inclusion.

"They’ve been in Gotham a week Bruce," She slides into the seat, arguing her point before he has the chance, "And they have the press after them, villains attacking, they just got out the hospital ,”

“Hm,” Bruce looks out at the city, not really seeing any of it. “They really are like me huh,”

“Without a doubt,” She gets a slight tug at the lips from Bruce, completely humourless.

They fall silent Bruce looking out at the city. She studies his expression, less of a world wind of emotion now but certainly still in turmoil. He starts to fix his mask back in place, she looks away so he doesn't have to. Looking out at the view they were meant to be enjoying on their date. One that she had planned. Bruce was never going to trust her to plan one again. Or at least he will always be expecting her to spring shocking news on him.

“What do you want to do now?” She asks the question she has wondered for years.

Whenever they were alone and things were calm, unnervingly calm for Gotham. She had thought of telling him. Partly because the calm alarms her, in a life of chaos she felt out of place in it. It would be the perfect way to bring the storm. While cats tended to hate water she has been an alley cat all her life, the calm was meant for house cats. However, thats what the other part of her wanted. For that calm to stay, but to include their kids. Who always sat at the edge of that calm, threatening to ruin it never letting her settle into it. Maybe that was why she could never enjoy it. Maybe now that they were in the storm, the next calm would be with the two of them.

“... I don’t know,” a rarity for the Batman, more common for the man underneath.

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #6

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A/N: 1 word, 5 letters: D R A M A

Pls peep the vote at the end! I know there are not very many of you who read this so I want to make it enjoyable for y’all 🥰 it’s sooo important to me that I write what makes me happy

OUTTAKE 5 WAS POSTED HOURS BEFORE THIS ONE SO CHECK IT !

‼️THIS IS THE 10TH PART IN A SERIES READ THE OTHER PARTS BEFORE THIS ONE: ‼️

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Hours After You Noticed Aone For The First Time And Had Lunch Together! 🤫🥩

With a very discreet bounce in his step, Aone Takanobu walked into the Date Tech boys volleyball team changeroom after exchanging numbers with you after school.

“AONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Upon entrance, the entire team jumped him, tackling him to the ground while shouting praise and acclamations of joy loudly!

Aone was actually grinning, shoving the boys off of him to pretend that he was annoyed.

But anyone could tell that this mountain man was on cloud 9!!!!

Futakuchi reached out his hand to help Aone up and the mountain man took it. They shared a look that only Aone knew meant his best friend was happy for him. Proud of him.

Actually, Kenji’s look was one of happiness and pride, yes, but it was also full of nerves for his friend’s potential heartbreak. But Aone was too overjoyed inside to pick up on that.

“So Y/N finally knows your name!” Koganegawa yelled as he jumped on Aone’s back.

Shrugging the big boned setter off, Aone blushed. He has never been happier in his entire life and it was kind of embarrassing that the whole team knew why that was.

“I’m very happy.” Aone nodded at his team who smiled brilliantly back at him. “But please, do not get your hopes up. I’m trying with everything in me not to get mine up, in case Y/N decides she doesn’t like me. She and I are just going to start talking for now. And for that I am grateful.” Stomach in knots, Aone bowed to his team in thanks for all the encouragement and praise.

“But Aone-senpai, Y/N asked you to lunch! We all watched you guys, she looked ecstatic talking to you and she even glared at these other girls in the hallway because they were checking you out!”

Aone’s heart dropped. “She did?”

Kenji smiled, patting him on the back. “Saw it with my own eyes too, big guy.”

Aone felt like he was so happy he could sing, but he knew how odd that would look coming from such a big and serious guy like himself.

“Oh. Well... that’s quite nice.”

What a turn of events! This morning, Aone was going through another day with a heavy heart because the love of his life would never like him back. Then, it only took him defending you against the class snitch for everything to change......

✏️ Earlier That Day ✏️

Aone was sitting in class like any other day, doing his work, listening to the teacher intermittently and your daily conversation with your friends. The teacher excused himself to run a club errand for 20 minutes, trusting the class to stay quiet and complete their homework. Like most typical high school classes, the volume raised as soon as the teacher stepped out. Aone glanced over at your talkative self for the 15th time that period and noticed how much you were glowing because your team had returned last night placing second at Regionals. You looked radiant, absolutely stunning with your brighter smile and louder angelic laugh.

In Mountain Man’s daydream, he imagined telling you that you looked beautiful today followed by a congratulations for placing second. You would rush over to him and kiss him in thanks then start ripping his clothes off so that you could—

“Y/N! I am sick and tired of you and the rest of the popular kids not listening to the teachers instructions! What part of ‘stay quiet’ is hard to understand in that pea brain of yours!?!??!”

To Aone’s left, sitting in his row, he looked for the yelling voice. It was who everyone (except Aone) called ‘the class snitch’ and school mascot: Tsume Lian.

Also known as Y/N’s arch nemesis.

Seating looks like:

Y/N glared at him.

“Tsume, no one was talking to you.”

“I know that, dork!” He fumed. “BECAUSE WE ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE TALKING! I’m trying to do my homework as asked, and you and the popular crowd just ignore everything the teacher says and it’s disgusting! I’m tired of it! I want you expelled!”

Aone noticed Y/N’s startled expression at the prospect of being expelled, because he knew from overhearing your conversations that your parents were this close to sending you to Seijoh to get your grades up and live on campus there. According to your gossip last week, if you failed another class or got another complaint from a teacher then your parents would under no circumstances allow you to cheer again.

Aone clenched his fists tightly around his pencil because he couldn’t stand the idea of seeing Motomu or Kindaichi drooling over you at his enemy school.

One of Y/N’s friends who Aone knew as Kusa, spoke up in defence of Y/N. “Oh shut it, Tsume. Us chatting isn’t bothering anyone else.”

“I don’t care! You cheerleaders think you can do anything you want and that’s that!! YOU WILL face repercussions if I can help it!”

Kusa feigned fear. She turned her entire body toward him in her seat, meaning business. A bitch had time today.

The entire class gave this drama all of their undivided attention when they witnessed that move, ready for the show like:

“Oh yeah?! And why are you just snapping about this now, huh? Why not before?” Kusa snapped. You put a hand on your friends arm, silently trying to tell her he isn’t worth her energy.

“Because I realized just how selfish, inconsiderate, and deplorable you good-looking, popular women are! You don’t deserve to be bowed down to like I thought! You should be treated like everybody else!”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N interjected. “No one treats us like that. Even if they did, we don’t ask them to nor do we ask to be popular and we especially don’t ask for special treatment, Lian. Why are you so mad??? Get your life.”

COLLECT HIMMMMMM 👏🏾👏🏾

Aone smirked to himself. In all his years of crushing on you he has never seen you look so fierce and he too put his pencil down to enjoy what was a different and fiery side of his crush. It made him want to fuck the shit out of you, you looked so sexy. Aone found he liked every side of you.

“I did have a life. I was a mascot and—“

“—And you were spending too much time looking up our SKIRTS instead of hyping up a CROWD, making the first years uncomfortable and borderline stalking Y/N so badly she asked that we terminate you! You are lucky she kept that to herself for so long! 🤬 And THAT’S why you’re mad!”

The class collectively gasped. Some whipped their phones out to snapchat the gossip. Aone widened his eyes in silence, since he was in between, he was looking back and forth at the fight like a tennis match.

Hahahaha 🎾

Live footage of the classes reaction when Kusa READ TSUME FOR FILTH:

Tsume went red with anger, but anyone could tell that he was guilty guilty guilty !!!!

“When the teacher returns, I’m telling him and the principal the truth that you Y/N are a bully and you constantly disrupt the class! Who do you think they’re going to believe?! Their best student? Or their worst?! Say hi to AobaJohsai summer school for me!”

You frowned, scared out of your mind because Lian was right. The teacher’s believed everything he had to say and ever since you exposed him for sending you creepy messages and inappropriate pictures from a fake account that you knew was his, the class snitch has had it out for you. Even if the cheerleaders had your back, your parents would just think they are trying to protect you and never believe it! Tsume Lian was smart and dead set on planning your demise. It was unfair. You wanted to cry. Kusa whispered something to you in encouragement but you could feel the back of your eyes warming due to impending tears.

Meanwhile, with Mountain Man - Today was a day of firsts in his ‘Crushing on Y/N’ book. It was the first time he’s ever seen you glowing because of the Regional results, it was the first time he’s ever seen you so sassy, and now............. Aone notes that today is also the first time he’s ever seen you on the verge of tears before.

Unlike your glowing and your sassiness, Aone decided that he hated the last first more than anything in the world.

It consumed his emotions, how badly he didn’t want to see you cry.

“You really are slimy, Tsume. Wait until Katana hears this.” Kusa spat, rubbing her hand up and down Y/N’s back to soothe you as you willed your tears not to fall.

Seeing you so sad, Aone’s heart clenched.

He knew what it was like to be hurting but he never ever wanted that for you—not ever.

“Hey Y/N-chan, why don’t you show me that video your mom got of our reaction to us placing second yesterday?? I’d love to see it.” Kusa has accurately distracted you because she texted Katana what was happening and Katana knew just what to do until she got there.

You smiled, thinking about the overwhelming happiness from yesterday when your team placed second. You whipped out your phone and showed Kusa, smiling and giggling in a matter of seconds as it played.

Aone was glad you seemed good.

He turned to look at Tsume, who seemed to be raging inside. Shooting daggers at the two cheerleaders because they weren’t crumbling under his threats. They were laughing, in fact. Ignoring him as if he didn’t matter. Aone could tell Tsume was a ticking time bomb with how mad he was. His anger toward you looked severely unhealthy.

You let out a rather amusing laugh with Kusa as you two pointed to your screen and Aone’s heart skipped a beat because he loved that laugh so much. God, he is so fucking whipped.

When you laughed like that though, it sent perverted-snitch Tsume over the edge, bubbling over in anger like a piping hot kettle.

Aone watched him with studious eyes as Tsume took a deep breath to say something else that Aone was sure would stop your harmonious laughter that he adored......

“Y/N—“ Tsume started, but without warning, THE AONE TAKANOBU, DATE TECH MIDDLE BLOCKER, OUR MOUNTAIN MAN, interrupted him! Stopping all speech in the class with his simple, deep-voiced command:

“Leave her be. She’s having fun.”

The class:

The class went silent because they’d never really heard Aone’s voice before. :S

Still riled up, the class snitch took one look beside him (he was too distracted before) as to locate the voice. Once his eyes set on the verrrry muscular and verrrry mountainous man sitting between him and Y/N, he decided it would be smart to not be riled up anymore. A drop of sweat leaving his hairline, Lian scanned Aone’s gigantic body with his eyes, seeing that the volleyball player just barely fit in his desk—he gulped.

Aone had a relaxed expression, meaning to say what he said nonchalantly, but one needs to remember that Aone’s relaxed expression looks like this:

Needless to say, the ex-mascot almost pissed himself.

Is that Y/N’s b-b-boyfriend now? Tsume wondered to himself in panic as several more drops of sweat ran down his face.

“O-o-ok-o-o-oka-okay-y....” Tsume stuttered out as he turned back to his school work.

Five minutes later when the teacher came in, Tsume had nothing to say. He only had a sweat damped stack of homework to give him before he fled, not waiting for the bell of dismissal.

Did I frightened him? Aone thought.

He didn’t mean to. Sincerely. He was as gentle as giants come (except in bed if you rile him up enough or when someone is bothering you).

The class went back to normal and Aone continued working too.

But one person didn’t—no, couldn’t go back to normal:

You.

You sat in your seat still slack jawed because someone you didn’t know came to your rescue and quite possibly single handedly stopped your expulsion. How have you not noticed him before?! He is gorgeous!

Tall, muscular, handsome. Shiny white hair, beautiful lips. And he came to your defence.

In your opinion , he was a FINEASS mountain man! 🏔🤤

Yes ma’am!!!!

Anyway, while everyone was talking, working and minding their own business—including Aone—you slid out of your desk and bounced over to his happily.

“Hi! Thanks so much for defending me a little while ago!”

Bitch, this was you: ☺️😊😄

lost ass

Aone raised his head to look at you, jumping back slightly because he never even heard you approach. He stared up at you with a heart that stopped beating, absolutely speechless.

WHAT IS HAPPENING? He thought. YOU WERE TALKING................TO HIM? You were NOTICING..............HIM?!

😱😳🤯

You reached over to touch the handsome giant’s arm in his sweater, smiling at him endearingly.

“I’m Y/N! It’s nice to meet you!”

yeah you lost af, bitch 😐

Aone wanted to say something, he did. But he was just too shocked that the girl he thinks about nonstop, the girl he wishes was his, the girl he just had a wet dream about last night, was talking to him and only him for the first time.

Unexpectedly!

Takanobu always thought you two would first speak because of Futakuchi or the teacher but not because of him.

Aone couldn’t fathom the fact that HE made this happen! HE was the reason you were over here!

Aone: 🤯🤯🤯

It was ALL. TOO. MUCH.

He couldn’t speak.

You removed your hand from his arm, silently chastising yourself because you shouldn’t touch people without permission.

Not that Aone minded. That boy would want you to touch him anywhere, on anyday, at anytime that pleased you.

“Sorry.” You looked down shyly, then met his serious expression again, wanting to be sure he knew how grateful you were for his help.

“Um.... you probably don’t know this but you getting that pervert to leave me alone is quite possibly the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. And you did it for a stranger like me, no less.”

A/N: RUB IT IN THAT YOU DONT KNOW THE MAN MORE, WHY DONT YOU ?! 🤬

You tucked your hair behind you ear while holding his gaze. Aone could only nod because his throat was dry. You looked so incredibly perfect up-close and he wanted to make sure he remembered this. He just couldn’t speak.

Feeling a little awkward now because you just tried starting a conversation with this FINEASS classmate of yours to only get a nod in return, you laughed timidly.

“Okay, well I guess I’ll...” you turned on your heels so you could make your way back to your desk with your L. “....see you later.” You finished, telling him over your shoulder.

Much like when he defended you against Tsume, Aone didn’t know what came over him then: maybe it was all the memories of him feeling heartbroken that you’d never notice him or return his feelings—maybe it was the promise he made that he would do something toward pursuing you if you would just notice him first—or maybe is was because his best friend Kenji would have his HEAD if Aone told him he let you walk away right now without trying....... after TWO YEARS.........that compelled him to respond to your “see you later” bravely, FINALLY UTTERING WORDS TO YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE:

“When?”

^Asked Aone, just as you were walking away from him.

You stilled, feeling excitement in your body because he answered. You spun around and jumped back in front of his desk. You gave him a questioning look.

You responded, “When, what?”

Even though he was melting under your attention, Aone couldn’t give up now. He had to shoot his shot. This may be his only chance.

“When is later?” He elaborated.

Huh? You thought.

You blinked at the stunning classmate. What is he—OH, does he mean.....

“As in...when will I see you again?”

Aone nodded at you, holding his breath.

You massaged your chin, thinking 🤔.

You can admit you wanted to know more about this gorgeous man who came to your rescue. There was something about him that made you feel safe and warm. You couldn’t quite place it. You’ve never wanted to spend time with anyone outside of cheerleading more than this guy—so you owed it to yourself to explore that small feeling, right?

“Okay. Well, how about now? Lunch is after this period. Would you want to have it with me?!” You asked cheerily.

Though he didn’t show it, inside, fireworks went off in Aone’s mind, heart, and stomach...!

Actual footage:

Aone nodded quickly. Way too quickly for someone who did not want to come across as the most eager beaver in the world.

But he was...... and you noticed. It made you smile.

“Okay. So when the bell rings you can walk me to my locker and I’ll put away my stuff, then we’ll go to yours....then we can go head to lunch together. Sound good?”

Aone nodded quickly again!

You gave him the big smile that made him become a simp for you in the first place and you took your seat again.

Takanobu was so excited he literally almost stood up to spin the hand clock that hung up beside the door himself so that time could go by faster. He couldn’t even move to text Kenji because he knew his hands would shake.

He just sat there, his mind whirling mad until the bell finally rang. You said bye to Kusa and watched as this blonde hottie stood up from his seat, towering over you.

God, he was so freaking HOT! You wanted to jump him.

At the same time students filed out of the class, Aone turned to you as he collected his things then slung his bag over his shoulder.

“May I carry your books for you, Y/N?” Mountain man asked sheepishly in his stern voice.

Your heart fluttered by how cute and sweet he was to ask!

“Umm, sure! Thank you so much!” You smiled and handed your heavy books over.

You two walked beside eachother and Aone held the door open for you. You didn’t know why he was being so nice but you couldn’t lie that you felt very charmed.

“Y/N.”

You looked up at the handsome giant with curious eyes after he called your name.

“My name is Aone Takanobu by the way. You introduced yourself before, but I did not answer. I’m sorry. Either way, I knew who you were already. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Your smiled widened as you bounced on your feet while walking. “Very nice to meet you too, Aone Takanobu. I’ve actually heard of you before.”

Aone’s eyes lit up like 👀

“Wait r-really?”

Omg precious bby 🥺🥺🥺

“Yes. At a cheerleading sleepover. All good things, don’t worry. It’s just funny because I said that night how hopefully I’ll meet you and now here we are!”

Aone chuckled as he held open another door for you. When he did and you two walked down another hall, he caught sight of two very conspicuous volleyball players (one looked eerily like Justin Bieber, the other looked big boned) hugging eachother and slumping down to the ground at the sight of you and Aone. Aone rolled his eyes, thinking that they were lucky you never noticed your surroundings.

“Here we are.” Aone repeated, shooting a secret thumbs up at his friends who were on the verge of crying.

***

Nearing the end of an enjoyable lunch for both of you where you spoke a lot and Aone listened with heart eyes: he pulled your chair out for you, he was responding, he was chuckling, and overall hanging onto your every word, never wanting your time together to end. You became rather smitten.

***

“The bell is gonna ring soon, Aone. I just want to thank you again for buying my lunch and spending this time with me! I know it was super random!”

Aone got lost in your eyes as you said his name, because he’s never taken a moment to analyze how nice it could sound if it was caressed by your voice. Also, he’s never heard his name said by someone so beautiful (when it wasn’t being said in a question). He was BATHING in joy.

Although Aone didn’t answer and he’s maintained his stoic expression the entire lunch, deep down you felt that this man had a thing for you. He was very intense so it was quite obvious. But since you enjoyed the lunch so much and you were starting to have a thing for him, too, you wanted to confirm:

“Also, Aone-san, I’m happy to know that you can say more than 4 words 😲! I asked my friend earlier and she said you basically never speak.” You exclaimed, fishing.

Aone smirked, feeling the need to defend himself on that front. “It is true that that is the consensus of the majority of people who come in contact with me. However, that is because there exists few people, that I feel inclined to speak to.”

Hook, line, and sinker. Your eyes twinkled at his words. He looked like a jock but sounded so eloquent! You loved it:

“Oh wow well you spoke a lot to me today so I guess I must be a little special then, huh.......?” You twirled your hair around your index finger as you asked, causing Aone to almost drool.

listen, you...kind of..... wanted mountain man.

And you were only flirting minimally okay.....minimally, so don’t judge

You just wanted to know if your suspicions were right that he had a little crush on you or if he saw you as a friend

Aone looked down at you, thinking of a way to respond to you asking if you were special to him.

A/N: 😣🤞🏾AONE DONT CREEPY 😣🤞🏾DONT BE CREEPY 😣🤞🏾DON’T BE CREEPY 😣🤞🏾

“This is our first time speaking. So I am not entirely sure if you’re special yet...” He started.

You quirked your eyebrow attractively, anticipating how he would end that sentence.

“...But I hope that even after this lunch ends I can take you out again a few more times, Y/N-chan—somewhere nice and off-campus, perhaps—so that I can truly decipher whether you are or not.”

You quirked your eyebrow even higher, impressed by the smooth way he told you he wants to keep seeing you!

WELL SIS HES ONLY HAD 2 YEARS OF PRACTICE I MEAN—

“I’d love to.” You accepted, making Aone smile.

He was absolutely stunning when he smiled, it was almost unfair.

The bell rang.

“Mind walking me back to my locker, Aone?”

Aone stood on internally shaky legs that he willed to be normal. “Of course.” He took both yours and his tray and dumped it out before escorting you out of the cafeteria.

✏️ Back in the Locker Room ✏️

“We are happy for you, Aone.” Kenji patted his large friend on the back.

“I had your voice in the back of my mind, Kenji-san. I owe this happiness to you and your support. I know you’re worried that I’ll get my heart broken and be crushed but I’m thankful for you supporting me anyway. You will forever be my brother.”

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Upcoming outtakes (NSFW):

Losty Aone answering Kenji’s call while you’re having sex. He told you to please wait but...um....no. Hang up, buddy 😈

When you tease poor Losty Aone during class and make him want to f*ck you hard

You telling Aone that you’re horny before his game knowing you’d be cheering next to him the whole time being suggestive

Sending Aone a nude for the first time

First Kiss (In which Aone gets his first urge)

Discovering Aone’s ear kissing kink

Upcoming Fluff outtakes:

Aone on your first birthday as a couple

The official confession

Aone Embarrassingly telling Y/N about the things he did when he was crushing on you :/ (cupcake, donation, wet dreams, hoping to be your tutor, etc!)

When Aone fills in at one of your cheer practices!

Aone having to save you from your annoying admirers

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Hey, I decided to write the second part of my oneshot for Alois. Hope it’s to your liking.

Trigger Warnings: Blood, violence, torture, stalking, emotional unstableness

My little butterfly Pt.2

How long had it been since the incident with Alois? A week? Probably, Sayuri couldn’t clearly remember. The last few days had been blurry for her, she couldn’t completely remember them. To be honest, she felt like she wasn’t even really there. It felt like some unknown power inside her had been moving her for these past days, but she, the real Sayuri, had been somewhere else with her mind. She had hardly thought about reasons that could explain such strong hallucinations. Had she eaten something wrong? Or had she perhaps inhaled something toxic in the hospital? No matter how hard she had searched for a logical reason, she couldn’t find one. Sayuri had tried to brush it off, to move on and forget about it. But it was impossible! The platinum blonde boy was hunting her mind, his icy blue eyes and his pleads for her to stay with him. How the hell was she able to erase all this?! And if that all wasn’t already awful enough then the fact that she felt like someone or something was following and observing her since a few days. At first she had thought that it was probably because of the hallucinations and that she had been just a little bit paranoid. But why couldn’t she shake that feeling off then?! She felt a gaze on her wherever she went, even in her own house! The feeling drove her slowly, but surely mad and Sayuri had begun to question her own sanity. Was she going insane? Her paranoia had definitely increased and every time before she went to sleep she checked at least three times if every window and door was locked! She even searched in her wardrobe and under her own bed! But even if she turned her whole house upside down she still felt this burning look on her. The whole stress and her paranoia took a visible effect on her. She could barely close her eyes at night and whenever there was even the slightest noise she would immediately jump up and grab a kitchen knife which she had started to keep next to her bed. All the missing sleep pulled on her concentration and her motivation and by now she was nearly too scared to leave her house. But if she wouldn’t go out she would get fired and she needed the money from the job so by now every day felt like hell to her.

Sayuri dragged herself through the streets of the town, her head hanging low, not daring to look other people in the face. The nagging feeling that someone was watching her again made her nearly cry. She didn’t want others to see the dark bags under her eyes which came from the lack of sleep. Some of her fellow workers had worriedly asked her what’s wrong with her and some others had jokingly told Sayuri that she looked like a walking corpse. They had no idea how accurate that word felt for her. A walking corpse, that’s how she felt. The only thing that didn’t change was her clumsiness, her talent to trip over non-existing things and her talent to bump into walls, persons and other things. When she heard giggling from the side she lifted her head slightly. Some kids were playing on the other side of the street, chasing each other. Sayuri smiled a little bit at this. She had always loved children, probably because she was mentally still one, that’s at least what many people told her. One of the kids noticed her and flashed her a big smile. Sayuri couldn’t help, but return that smile, feeling for the first time in a while happiness flowing through her veins. That was another reason why she loved children. They never seemed to mind about anything and were always so hopeful and happy. She actually felt some sort of courage flowing through her. “If children are able to be always happy and hopeful then perhaps I can too.” She was so busy with staring at the children in front of her that she didn’t pay attention to what was happening in front of her. In the next moment she bumped into something or to be exact, into someone. She heard a surprised scream and the shattering of glass. Something wet splashed onto her face and clothes and she lost her balance and landed on her ass. She whimpered because of the stinging pain in her ass, but a loud yelling interrupted her thoughts. ‘‘You stupid girl!! Look what you’ve done now!!’‘ Sayuri looked startled at the owner of the voice and her already pale face turned even paler at the sight in front of her. A woman was standing in front of her, right beside her a man which was most likely her husband judging by the rings they both of them wore on their ring fingers. They were wearing really expensive looking clothes and looked really amazing if someone ignored the fact that a purple liquid had already soaked the clothes. But the worst part about that all was that Sayuri knew who these people were. They were nobles who had once visited the hospital because one of their relatives had been staying there. They had been incredibly rude to everyone. Sayuri gulped and quickly started stumbling:’‘I-I’m so so soooo sorry about that. I-I wasn’t watching and-’‘ ‘‘Shut up!!’‘, the woman yelled at her angrily,’‘Do you even know how expensive this dress and my husband’s suit were?! It’s probably more worth than your whole house plus belongings.’‘ ‘‘And that’s not all. This wine here was very expensive as well.’‘, the man added with a cold voice. Sayuri stood up and tried again to apologize, but the woman continued yelling at her:’‘You stupid and useless brat are going to pay for that, do you hear me?!?!’‘ Sayuri’s bottom lip started to quiver. She knew that there was no way that she could possibly pay for this, at least not with her salary. She tried to explain it to both of them, her voice shaking. ‘‘P-please, th-there’s no way I can repay th-the money for su-such expensive clothes. I-it re-really was an a-accident.’‘ The man stared with a cruel look down on her. ‘‘Do we look like we care? We give you exactly three days to repay us the money or else I’ll make sure that you’ll loose your job.’‘ He told her the exact amount of money she owed them and than turned around with his wife. For a few moments Sayuri was frozen before she chased after them and grabbed the woman’s arm. ‘‘No!! Please in such a short amount of time I won’t be able to’‘ In the next moment she felt a stinging sensation on her left cheek. She needed a few moments before she realized that the woman had just slapped her. ‘‘Don’t you dare to touch me, you filthy scum!!!’‘ She continued to insult Sayuri and the girl noticed that nearly all the people on the street were looking at her with pity in their gazes. Tears started to fill her eyes. She quickly bypassed the two nobles and ran home. In the corner of her eyes she noticed three young men with purple hair standing across the street and whispering among themselves. ‘‘Why is it always me?’‘

The next morning managed to surprise Sayuri in an unpleasant way because when she arrived at her workplace her boss suddenly walked towards her and handed her a small box wrapped in red wrapping paper. ‘‘What’s that?’‘, Sayuri asked confused. ‘‘A gift.’‘, her boss replied slightly amused. ‘‘From who?’‘ Her boss shrugged. ‘‘Don’t know. I only know that a rather pretty woman handed me it this morning, saying that it’s a gift from her master for you.’‘ Sayuri stared at the small box for a few seconds before starting to unwrap it and opened the small box hidden inside. She gasped when she saw what was in it. It was a beautiful necklace with a pink diamond pendant which was shaped like a butterfly. Sayuri was sure it must have been expensive. ‘‘But who...?’‘ She suddenly noticed that there was a folded letter in it. She quickly unfolded it and read through it. Her blood turned cold and her hands started shaking. The letter said:

‘‘My beloved Sayuri,

I’m so unbelievably sorry for what happened to you yesterday. I should have been there to protect you from this trash that calls themselves nobles, but in my current condition I can hardly leave my bed. But don’t worry my darling. I already made sure that they can’t harm you anymore. I let them suffer greatly for hurting you, my love. Especially this woman who dared to even lay a finger on you. No words can describe my love for you and every second I’m without you is suffocating and painful, but I know that I’ll have you very soon by my side. I can’t wait to finally have you all for myself! I promise to always love and cherish you, I’ll make you feel like a queen. Take this necklace as an apology for the incident yesterday. It’s one of many gifts to come. Please wear it! Don’t worry, very soon I’ll introduce myself personally to you.

I love you sooo much my little butterfly

Your secret admirer’’’

The message itself was already creepy enough and the fact that it was written in red made her stomach turn over. Somehow she knew that this wasn’t red ink. No, it was blood! Most likely from the two nobles from yesterday. But the thing that terrified her the most was the fact that she now knew that she hadn’t been paranoid these last few days, she had been really watched! ‘‘Hey, are you alright?’‘, one of her fellow workers asked her worried. Sayuri quickly folded the letter together and put it into her pocket. ‘‘Y-yes.’‘ The woman looked at her suspiciously before she noticed the necklace. ‘‘Oh my god, so the boss wasn’t lying when he told me that you have a secret admirer! Let me help you to put it on.’‘ Whilst the woman helped her with the necklace Sayuri’s mind wandered off. ‘‘I need to report this to the police. No, that would be a stupid idea. I don’t even know who that person is and what he’s capable of. The only thing I know is that he must be a noble himself judging by the necklace he gifted me.’‘ She tried to calm her shaky breath down. ‘‘I know that this couple yesterday wasn’t the most nice one, but whatever is going to happen to them now is something they don’t deserve. Please dear god, show mercy on them.’‘, Sayuri prayed silently.

Her wishes weren’t heard. Sayuri found that out nearly a whole week later. A week that felt like pure torture, a week were she had found at least one gift per day in front of her door, a week were she had feared constantly for the safety of hers and the people around them. At least she had been able to sleep better because one of the gifts had been a tea made from special herbs which calmed the nerves down and helped to sleep better and faster. Her secret admirer had expressed his worries for her health in the letter and had urged her to drink the tea before she went to bed. To be honest, at first Sayuri didn’t want to, even though her overtired brain had screamed at her to drink it. But the last sentences had given her the chills which was te reason why she did what the letter had told her to do. But even in her dreams this sentences had hunted her. ‘‘You don’t want me to hurt others, do you? Because every time you suffer I’ll give other people this pain ten times worse back. Or should I just take you now? I’ll probably do both!’‘ In the last few letters he had mentioned the topic kidnapping very often, telling her that his condition had improved a lot and that he couldn’t wait to finally have her. Sayuri knew that she could be taken by this person any day now and to be honest, she just wished that it would just happen soon because the fear was nearly crushing her alive. Whilst she was walking through the streets back home she suddenly noticed a huge crowd of people standing in front of a small alley. They were whispering shocked among themselves and many were even crying. Sayuri stepped curiously nearer and tried to see what these people were looking at. She slowly pushed her way through them until she was able to see what had them all shaken up to the core. She screamed horrified when she saw the truly traumatizing sight in front of her. In a pool of blood was laying what Sayuri assumed had been a human once. His body and face was beaten up beyond recognition and his limbs were twisted in unnatural angles. But the most terrifying part was that the skin was gone! It seemed like someone had removed all the skin from the body. Sayuri didn’t even realize when the police shooed the civilians, including her away, and she also didn’t reacted when one of the officers started asking her questions. She just turned numb to everything and stumbled her way home, tears silently escaping her eyes and dropping on the ground. The image of this person hunting her mind. The image of one of the nobles from one week ago. Even though Sayuri hadn’t been able to recognize the corpse she just knew that it must have been one of the two. She didn’t even want to start thinking about what had happened to the other one.

As soon as she went inside the house and closed the door, the first thing she did was collapsing. Her whole face was tearstained and her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. She didn’t even know how long she just sat there, crying and whimpering softly, she only knew that when she snapped out of it it was already dark outside. She tried to stand up from the floor, but froze suddenly. A few metres away from her she saw a shadow standing right in front of the kitchen entrance. Since it was dark Sayuri couldn’t detect much, but from the shape of the person it was safe to assume that it was a man. For a few seconds her heart stopped beating before starting to beat painfully fast inside her chest. Tears from which she thought she had already cried out started to cloud her vision again and she started trembling. ‘‘A-are you here to take me?’‘, Sayuri asked the figure, her voice hoarse due to all the crying. She mentally laughed at herself for asking such a ridiculous question when the answer was obvious. The man slowly turned around and exposed his golden eyes which seemed to glow in the darkness. ‘‘I think you already know the answer to that. My master couldn’t wait any longer, you see he’s a very impatient guy.’‘ He slowly started walking towards Sayuri,’‘Please do me the favor and don’t try to struggle, if I bring you to the manor with even a single scratch my master will throw a fit and believe me when I tell you that this won’t be pleasant for any of us.’‘ For a moment everything seemed to slow down for Sayuri, even time itself. She felt how her heartbeat shook her whole inside up with each fast beat and she saw how the man slowly started to stretch his gloved hands out, reaching for her. But before he was even able to touch her everything suddenly started to turn black. Sayuri didn’t even try to fight the abyss of darkness. She just let herself fall deep into it, asking herself what would awaiten her when she would wake up. But if she was completely honest with herself, she didn’t even know if she wanted to wake up at all.

#yandere black butler #yandere alois

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goldenncherrybombb · 4 years

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Falling

This is gonna be a double update!! TBSL should be posted soon so keep any eye out ;) This chapter is different kinda. But you’ll see what I mean maybe. Anyways, you get to know more about y/n in this because I wanted to add more about her so sorry if it doesn’t fit you at times. Anywayssss, enjoy :)

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WARNINGS: none ;)

Word count: 3k

this isn’t edited so if there is any mistakes, my bad

The one where Harry is falling again

The London air whips around Harry harshly, the cold bitter wind nipping at his skin. He picks up his pace when rain starts to fall, getting into his mum’s house just in time.

“Harry!” She cheers, coming out from the kitchen with a cuppa in her hand. She sets it down on the coffee table before hugging him. As soon as her scent engulfs him Harry feels his eyes tear up. He sniffles and his mum hugs him tighter, not saying anything and letting him get it out first.

“Who am I, mum? I feel so lost, an’ empty an’ I don’t want to feel that way. I just-I just don’t know wha’ t’do anymo’.” Her hand rubs up and down his back and she coos at him.

“‘S alright, love. Sometimes you gotta get worse before you get better. ‘S just a hurdle you can get over. Ya are my baby boy. Yeh can do anything you put yeh mind too. Look at what yeh’ve accomplished. I know it sucks now, but trust me H, she isn’t doing much better either. You just needed a break. That’s all this is.” He listens to his mum and takes in her advice.“I know this feeling won’t last forever, but it hurts.” He whispers and Anne puts her hands on his cheek to make him look at her. “I know it hurts love, but pain is temporary.” She smiles at him and he cracks a smile at the saying. She always told him and Gemma that. “Now, I just made some biscuits so let’s go stuff our faces.” He chuckles at her and follows her into the kitchen.

They have tea as well and he catches her up on everything that’s been going on. She listens and gives motherly advice here and there. “How do you know she isn’t doing that well?” Harry questions, not being able to forget what she said earlier.

“She’s called me a few times, asking if I’ve heard anything about you, how your doing, and asking for some advice. It wasn’t easy for her to make that decision, H. She still loves you, and I know it’s hard to hear right now and maybe hard to believe. But it’s the truth. And I know you still love her. Just give it time, love. I know she is end game for you.” He cracks a smile at her words and nods.

This is exactly why he came to London before he went to Japan. His mum always makes him feel better. When he comes back home it’s like all worries are washed away from him.

Gemma joined them for dinner. Her and Harry joked around with each other as they helped Anne make dinner. After dinner they played a few rounds of scrabble before Harry went back to his house, tired from his long flight.

He hadn’t been back to his London house in almost six months. It felt weird walking in and seeing all the photos of him and y/n, but he did his best to ignore them, not having the heart to take them down. It felt wrong.

He took a shower and got ready for bed, finding a bag full of y/n’s stuff in the closet that he shoved in the back. But as he was trying to sleep he couldn’t stay still and kept tossing and turning. He had a melody in his hand and he couldn’t rest till he figured out what it was. So he got up and walked downstairs to his grand piano. He sat down then pulled his phone out and went to voice memos before he started trying different keys. Once he found the one’s he was looking for he tried new things and added on to it. Lyrics starting popping up in his head and he started to sing softly, stopping sometimes and trying new keys or a different lyric. His journal was open so he started to write what he doing down before playing again.

I’m in my bed

And your not here

And there’s no one to blame but the drinks and my wondering hands

Forget what I said

It’s not what I meant

And I can’t take it back-

“Fuck. Now ‘m stuck.” He train of thought disappeared and he started to look around.

His eyes were glued to a certain photo of his ex-lover smiling widely with flowers in her hair as she puts some in Harry’s and he looks up at her curiously. It was one of his favorites from the Jamaica trip for his first album. It was before they got together but to everyone besides them it was so obvious they liked each other and Mitch always made sure to let Harry know.

***

She swims up next to Harry who is swimming in his underwear and has his arms on his surfboard. He smiles widely at something Mitch is saying, laying a kiss on her temple before laughing at him. Mitches words replay in Harry’s head.

“You guys just need to get together already. It’s obvious how much you guys like each other, H.” And all Harry did was bashfully smile and tell him she doesn’t feel the same as he watches her swim around them, her snorkeling goggles on.

It goes quiet and the only thing heard is the waves crashing on shore and the birds above. She climbs onto Harry’s board with his help and lays back, stretching her arms above her head.

“It’s pretty here innit?” He questions, turning his head to look at her and watch as she looks around with curious eyes.

“It’s beautiful. Feel like I could stay here forever.” She replies with a dreamy sigh. Mitch and Harry chuckle and Mitch agrees.

When they get back to shore and have showered and redressed they all meet in the back patio. Harry and Mitch have a guitar, Jeff is on his laptop next to Mitch, and the rest or Harry’s crew sit around on the patio furniture. Harry is sitting under a Ixora Ixora Coccinea. A tree that has beautiful red/orange flowers.

When the wind blows the flowers fall and y/n has been sticking them in her braid she has. Then when she was happy with her hair she started putting them in Harry’s. Hélène laughed when she noticed and snuck a photo.

A wide smile is on her face as she is happy with her work so far, and Harry is looking up at her curiously and lovingly. Both of their eyes shine and the colors of y/n’s dress stick out with the colorful tree in the background.

The sessions finishes before dinner time, everyone content with their progress. Y/n helped and gave her pointers, Mitch showing Harry new ideas he came up with, and Harry giving his input and showing everyone what he has so far.

After dinner Harry and y/n went to Harry’s room to watch a rom-com. Harry had a matching red button up and shorts on, and y/n couldn’t wait to steal the shirt one day. When they shut the lamps off Harry pulled y/n into his front so he could spoon her. He pressed a soothing kiss to her head and her eyes fluttered shut.

“Goodnight.” They both whispered at the same time making them laugh lightly. Their legs were tangled together and his arm was firmly wrapped around her as they slept, a content smile on his face.

***

I can’t run pack the bag that you left

The conversation he had with his mom earlier in the night replays in his head as he thinks of new lyrics.

What am I now

What if I’m I don’t want around

What if I’m down

What if I’m out

What if I’m someone you won’t talk about

His eyes travel back to the picture as the words flow out of his mouth easily.

I’m falling again

I’m falling

When he finishes and is happy abotut his prgress he sends the file to Mitch and Harpoon, wanting to know what they think. He fills a glass of water and replies to some emails before heading back up the stairs and going to bed.

The next morning when he wakes up and looks at his phone seeing he sees he has a text from Gemma asking him to go out to breakfast with her. He replies and gets up to get ready for the day.

He meets Gemma at a newer restaurant with modern decor. Gemma is at a booth in the back scrolling on her phone when he sees her. She looks up and smiles at him, waving him over.

Once Harry sits she puts her phone down reaches over to mess up his hair, knowing it would make him mad. “Gem, stop it.” He chuckles, fixing his hair as she laughed lightly.

“Sooo, we didn’t get to catch up much yesterday. What have yeh been up too?” She questions, sipping on her water.

“The usual, writing, and recording, then more writing, and maybe an event here and there.” He shrugs and grabs the black coffee she got him.

“How about you, how have you and Michael been?” She perks up at the mention of Michael, her boyfriend of a few years.

“Good. Really good actually. He accompanied me to an event a few days ago actually, it was really fun, and also insightful.” The waitress sets their food down in front for them, pancakes for Harry and french toast for Gemma. “Knew yeh would want some pancakes .”

“‘S my favorite breakfast food as you know. You and I used to make a mess trying to make pancakes cuz we ended up throwing the batter at each other.” They both laugh at the memory.

“Mum was so mad at us.” Harry nods in his head in agreement as she reminsces on another memory.

“The rest of the breakfast they catch up more and enjoy their food. “I heard about what happened, h.” She talks quietly, and with a small frown on her face. “‘M sorry that happened, thought she was the one for ya.” Harry wipes his mouth with his napkin and clears his throat at the painful reminder because he thought she was too. “Probably shouldn’t of said that.” She mumbles to herself, the mask Harry’s putting on not fooling her.

“How about I pay for this and then we go shopping?” Harry shakes his head at her.

“Yer not paying, I am.” She shakes her head and they both go for the checkbook at the same time, Gemma winning. “Gem, I can pay for it myself, ‘s no big deal.” Gemma pays no mind to him as she counts her money out.

“‘S like you said, no big deal.” She smiles at him and sets the check down. “Now let’s go shopping.” She cheers, sliding out of the booth.

***

Back in the states Y/N went back to her hometown and is staying there for a few days before she has to go to New York and do interviews. She missed her parents and needed the comfort and distraction they give her.

When she arrived home her mom opened the door with open arms, seeing how tired and sound her daughter looked. She pulled her into her arms and hugged her tightly as she sniffled into her shoulder.

“Oh honey,” Her mom, Angela, cooes, rocking her back and forth slowly to calm her down. Her dad, Ben, comes to the front door thinking his wife was calling for him but when he sees y/n he joins the hug.

“It’ll be ok baby bop. It takes time, and in the mean your mom made our favorite cookies and I got some Malibu and pineapple juice calling our name.” Y/n chuckles at her dad while wiping her tears.

Her dad carries her luggage into the house as her mom pulls her to the kitchen. When her dad joins he starts making their drinks and y/n munches on a cookie.

“Benjamin! That’s a lot of Malibu.” Her mom laughs and shakes her head. “‘S like he’s trying to give us alcohol poisoning!” Y/n laughs and shakes her head.

Her mom and dad were the main reason she is a hopeless romantic. After thirty two years together there is still so much love. If you were to meet them for the first time you would think they had just got married with how much love the show and how they are constantly joking around and messing with each other. Her mom was the one who got her into music. There was always music playing when she was growing up, her mom always singing around the house off key as Ben looked at her like she was the biggest pop star and had the loveliest voice. So when y/n started to sing and didn’t get her mom genes with the singing abilities they were all blown away because neither of her parents could sing.

They were all sat in the living room watching old home videos. Their cups in hand as they laugh at the videos and share stories. The video playing was one of y/n when she was around two. She had only a diaper on and some boots, she was playing the piano and singing to her mom. Obviously it wasn’t good and she laughs at her horrible rendition of ‘Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds” by The Beatles. Her mom laughs when she sings “wucy” instead of “Lucy.”

The next video is one of her around eight years old. She got her second guitar and wrote a song for her parents. She was in their living room singing shyly for them and at the end her mom claps loudly, saying “My babies gonna be a rock star someday.’ As she cheers for her.

“Who would've guessed that would come true?” Her dad questions, his eyes glossy. She looks at her mom and sees tears trailing down her cheek.

“No don’t cry!” Y/n says, getting up to squish in between them.“Their happy tears, baby bop.” Her mom says, messing her hair up making her laugh. “We’re just so proud of you. You worked so hard and now look at you! Touring all over the world and you have two number ones with only one album out!”

“It is crazy. But you both know I wouldn’t be here without my fans and I want to thank you guys for being my first and helping me get to where I am today.” She smiles at her parents and her mom yells ‘group hug’ making y/n laugh as her parents crush her into a hug.She wakes up at around three am in need of a drink.

When she walks into the kitchen she sees her dad and she accidentally scares him. He drops the doughnuts he was eating on the floor, thankfully none of them fall out of the box.

“Jesus you scared me!” He tells her and she apologizes before opening the fridge. “What’s on your mind, y/n?” He questions, not missing his daughters sadness in her eyes.

“Just miss him is all.” She replies, laying her head on her dad's shoulder. “I just feel terrible because I left him and I still love him so I feel guilty because I want to be with him more than anything right now but how can you love someone that doesn’t love them self? But I feel guilty because what if I finally tell him how I feel and he doesn’t feel the same anymore or he hates me now? I just lost a best friend and the person I thought was my forever.” Her dad takes a minute to reply, letting her words sink in and thinking of the best advice he could give her.

“Love takes time, y/n. You think me and your mom never had our rough patches? We took a break once too, for a similar reason. We both needed to work on ourselves before we could be together, we wanted to be the best person we could be for each other because we know both of us don't deserve any less. He still loves you y/n, trust me. I know you guys aren’t talking but you know how much your mom adores him so when he called her she talked to him for hours about you. That was only a few days ago actually.” She smiles because she did the same thing with Anne. Since her and Harry were friends for so long both of our families are close and he is as close to my parents as I am his, especially Anne.

“I don’t even know where he is right now. I know he left Malibu but he never told me where he was going. I just miss how it was. Wish I could go back and relive it. Or I at least wish I could tell him how I feel.”

“You gotta shoot your shot before you miss it, kid.” She huffs and sets her mug in the sink next to his

.“If it was only that easy.” She whispers before saying goodnight to her dad.

She thinks it’s safe to say she’s fallen again

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saltymarco · 4 years

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Tainted

(chap. 1: scarlet red)

⭐SOO, I’ve been working on this fanfiction for quite some time now so i thought, i might aswell post the first chapter on here! If you were to stumble across this and read it, I hope you enjoy it!!⭐

As the end of winter approached, nature brought new life into this world. Flowers were sprouting from the ground, greener than ever. The sun grazed everyones skin gently and reawakened joy within most animals, as they could see spring approaching. Everyone was joyfully walking through the school’s hallways, talking about how they couldn’t await the arrival of spring. I didn’t mind winter or spring, I just found summer a little annoying sometimes, because I’d have to trim my fur and would still feel the heat crushing me. Oh well I suppose this was the life of a grey wolf. I walked on through the crowd, with a hunched back as the thought of the seemingly everlasting heat crossed my mind.

Oh well at least school was over for today and I could just relax, maybe I could check by Haru’s gardening Club as well, to ask her if she wants to grab a snack with me! Just the thought made my tail waggle uncontrollably! It wasn’t that I had a crush on her, I just really valued our friendship and liked to show her my appreciation, for always being there for me! There just hadn’t really been a lot of people for me, that I could call my friends, especially herbivores! Most of them feared me, which I can totally understand! But I didn’t really choose to be like this...oh well, gotta stay positive!

There were multiple things we had in common, even if it might not have seemed like that at first sight! We both weren’t very popular here at school and a lot of people seemed to fear us at the academy. Well I do kinda get it with me being feared, especially now that the assaults onto herbivores have increased once again. Just yesterday someone barely got away, with a shattered leg and broken wrist. But Haru, why would anyone fear her? She’s so nice! And soft and fluffy and..no! stop thinking about how tender her flesh probably is!

I hit my head with force, rubbing my hand on the spot afterwards and just slightly regretting it. But I had to stop thinking that way. She is probably my best female friend! I can’t think of her or anyone like that...like a prey... it’s just not right! I just walked on, trying to remove the image of that night we first met from my memory. I wish I could just erase what happened then forever, at least she doesn’t seem to know it was me, but that does make me feel quite guilty at the same time..oh well, I know I will tell her someday when the time is right, I promised to myself that I would!

Its really hard for me to talk to her, without looking at those bandages she keeps wrapped around her arm, to cover the deep wound my claws had caused to restrain her. I felt dizzy for a second and dropped onto one knee, holding my books with one hand and keeping the other near my chest to feel my heart. It was racing and I felt like my vision was blurry. The thought of me having possibly killed her on that evening made me sick. It brought me back to when I couldn’t really control or restrain my blood lust and how others had kept me from committing any mistakes, but now I was all alone..there was no one to check on me, to make sure I didn’t hurt anyone, during those sleepless nights, where I rolled around in my bed, with blood red eyes and holding onto my mattress to dig those thirsty claws into something that wasn’t flesh.

“Legoshi…Legoshi…Legoshi!!”

I opened my eyes, to face a familiar grey wolf who had been shaking my shoulder as I was still on the ground motionless. Only as I opened my eyes, her alarmed look softened just the slightest bit and a smile formed on her lips. I felt her pleasant scent sink into my nostrils, her easily recognizable perfume. It was definitely one of my favourite scents! Something like lavenders, that just always reminded me of endless flower fields. I loved to sit down and watch as the wind blew over them.

“ Hey, Legoshi, are you ok!? I saw you here all alone and you weren’t responding! I was so worried!!”

I nodded and smiled at her before feeling her tight embrace warm me up once again. We were the only grey wolves at the academy, and I was really happy we could get along so well! She was nice and cute and seemed to get along with everyone here! But I fear she might have a bit of a crush on me…I’m not saying that I’m so good looking that she must have one! But just by observing how in a room full of people she seems to notice me and only me, how her tail starts to wag whenever she talks to me. There were just way too many things hinting to her possibly being in love and it was really adorable!

I just felt sorry, because I knew that I couldn’t share these feelings…there was nothing wrong with her, I just didn’t feel like I wanted more than friendship from her. But I couldn’t just tell her something like that, she would be heartbroken! What if I was making her think that I was interested in her?!

“Hey, are you okay? You seem like you need to rest a bit...?”

I shook my head before responding, realizing she’d probably been trying to talk to me for a while now, I had to focus.

“No no, I’m fine don’t worry about me, just thinking a lot about stuff...”

She didn’t seem to believe me, but she still smiled at me and offered me her hand to get back up. She was just so nice and innocent, she deserved someone better than me...there was going to be someone out there who will know how to treat her properly. How to give her the love she deserves. I just wasn’t the right one.

I smiled at her as I looked into her eyes and gently grabbed her soft hand, feeling how tiny they were in mine. I had felt them before when I tried to help her dancing. Emphasis on “tried” since I couldn’t dance unlike her.

“Thank you for helping me Juno, It’s really nice of you!”

I gave her a pat on the head and felt her soft fur as she lowered her ears, her cheeks flushing of deep red as she seemed to enjoy what I was doing her, not even trying to hide it as her tail was frantically moving around. It was honestly way too adorable; I couldn’t restrain a soft giggle. She seemed to be so happy and I suppose in some way I saw myself in her, when I was younger at least. Oh well things have changed and I’m not mad at the way they are right now.

“Oh well it was nice talking to you, but I have to go now.”

“Aww ok! See you soon Legoshi!”

She gave me a little kiss on the cheek and ran away. She wasn’t scared or anything and I had to admit I felt honored that she had chosen someone like me to fall in love with. I rubbed my cheek a little, finding some of the lip gloss she wore to still be there.

However, I went on up the stairs to reach the roof top, where I’d find the bunny coveted in white probably watering the plants that would soon rise from their vases. Sometimes she had to use a ladder to reach some of them. It was kinda cute and I really respected the fact that she’d always wanted to do everything by herself, even if help was offered. She was so strong inside and proud and that was something I really respected and was kinda jealous off, I wish I could be as confident as she seemed to be or maybe even as much as the most popular animal in the academy, Louis.

He represented pure perfection in everyones eyes, including me! A model student who could do anything, while also looking good and never being disrespectful towards anyone, always keeping his standards high and never showing something even remotely close to weakness, even if he could probably not win a fight between him and most bigger carnivores here.

I’d finally arrived at the top, panting just a little and feeling somewhat surprised by the cold gust of wind that hit me right as I arrived. It was just the fact that from inside the school you could only feel the sun rays as they caressed your skin.

I approached her garden, observing how she was already watering her plants as usual. I waved at her from the gate and she turned to face me with her cute and innocent smile, waving right back at me. As i got closer to her, I bent down to talk to her while looking into her dark eyes. I hadn’t even noticed how dark their eyes could be until I had really looked into her eyes when we talked, which took me quite some time. I just found it really hard to keep direct eye contact with someone, but I tried to force myself to do it more often now.

I felt like she had noticed it and she seemed to really appreciate my effort, so I always tried my best. She was a year older than me and I could kinda feel it shining through when we talked. But it didn’t bother me in the least.

I shook my head, realizing id fazed out again, falling deep into those back eyes, to come back to her waving her hand in front of me to make sure I was still on planet earth. Ashamed I lowered my ears and felt my cheeks flush in dark red. She just laughed at me, but in the cutest and most innocent way possible.

“ Hmm, you seem like you’ve got a lot of thoughts running through your mind as always, wanna talk about it?”

“me...oh no don’t worry about! I wouldn’t even know where to start and they are really nothing important anyways..hehe.”

She looked me up and down for a second, exhaled some air and then asked me to help her with watering the plants since I was already here. I obviously accepted right away, it only seemed right to me and I don’t think it was an offer I could really decline to begin with. So, I went back towards the old shack and grabbed a watering can that I wanted to fill with some water. But instead I dropped it as I saw a red deer covered in a scarlet red liquid in the park.

SOOO; this was the first chapter! 😁if you want me to post the next ones aswell please make sure to let me know with a comment or something!! Wish you a great day!😊

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shawnpetermuffins · 4 years

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Three of Us? (We Were Us iv.)

A/n: this is a shorter one, but I’m working on some background chapters coming up to further give you someone to root for... 👀

Summary: decisions are being made.

Warnings: angst?? kinda I guess

Word count: 2.4k

***

Shawn’s POV

I stare up at the ceiling fan and watch it go around and around. I count three hundred sheep, I scroll through my phone, I play the sounds of waves crashing. Nothing puts me to sleep. I huff and roll out of this too big bed. I pull on a pair of sweats and trudge to the kitchen. I reach into the cupboard and grab my favorite mug and a tea bag.

I slide open the door to my balcony and blow into the cup, the warm steam against my face is a nice contrast the cool wind that hits my exposed torso. This view used to be my favorite thing, seeing the city lit up every night. And then y/n happened and while I fell in love with her, she fell in love with the view too. And then she says we fell out of love. I didn’t. Not with her. But this view only reminds me of what used to be and what will probably never be again.

I want to yell at her. Scream at her. Tell her that she was wrong. She didn’t even give me the chance to say what I felt, but I knew I couldn’t force her to stay. She wanted out and even though it killed me, I had to let her go. But letting her go led her straight into his arms. And he was loving every moment of it. He had my girl with him every night, he got to see her in the morning with no makeup and her hair sticking up in every direction. He got to make breakfast with her and she probably makes him coffee before she races out the door because breakfast took so long and now she’s running late for work. She probably falls asleep on his shoulder in the middle of a movie.

It’s torture not knowing if they’re together. But while I stood there in front of them, they didn’t seem like they weren’t. Connor has her. He’s been there with her through this pregnancy and I guess some part of me should be grateful that she wasn’t completely alone in this, but another part of me hates him. Hates him for knowing and not telling me. Hates him because he’s doing everything I should be doing and it’s not fair. It’s not fair that she chose him. This is my baby. Our baby. A girl.

God, we’re having a girl. I’m gonna have a daughter. I’m gonna be a dad. I’m gonna be a dad and she didn’t want to tell me. I’m so conflicted because I want to be happy about this, but am I allowed to be when there is already so much drama in this? I sigh and walk back inside to my room; right as I set my mug down, my phone rings. It’s her. I rush to answer it.

“Y/n.”

“Hi.”

“Are you okay?”

“Can we meet tomorrow?”

“Yeah, of course. What time?”

“Two, at the café we always went to.”

I nod. “Okay.” She wants to meet in public. However, she did choose a time when the café would be mostly empty. It’s when we would always go on the weekdays – hardly anyone was out and we could have some quiet time without being stuck in the house. “Y/n,” I say before she hangs up, because I know she’s about to.

“Yeah.”

“It’s okay for me to be excited about the baby, right?”

I hear her sigh on the other end. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s more than okay.”

I swallow the fast approaching lump in my throat. “Okay. Good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you then,” she says and hangs up. I take in a deep breath. This is good. She wants to talk. Maybe we can fix things. Or try to. Maybe, just maybe I can get her to fall back in love with me.

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She’s sitting at a table in the far back corner, a tall cup in her hands and one in front of her.

“Coffee?” I ask, sitting in front of her.

She shakes her head with a soft smile. “Herbal tea. You can’t have caffeine when you’re pregnant.”

I chuckle, “You must be dying then.”

“You have no idea. The second she’s out I am getting the largest cup of coffee ever and I’m chugging that thing. To hell with a burned tongue.” She looks down at the table, spinning the cup slowing between her fingers. “I uh, got you your usual. I wasn’t sure if you’d changed it since… but-”

“No, this is perfect. Thank you.”

We sit in silence for a while before she breaks it. “So, I guess I should tell you why we’re here.”

“Um, yeah, I guess so.”

“Well, uh, you said yesterday that you were gonna fight for custody.”

“No, y/n, I’m not. I mean, I could. I was mad.”

She nods, “I know. But that still got me thinking and I don’t want this to be everywhere. Not for me, but for you. You rarely ever have any time to deal with anything privately and if this were to go to court, it wouldn’t be quiet. So I was up all night trying to figure something out. And I think Connor and I came up with something.”

“You and Connor? Is that really his place?”

“Shawn,” she sighs. “I know you don’t like the idea of us living together.”

“No, it’s not that. I mean, sure I don’t really like the idea. But I mean, is it really his place to be making decisions when it’s our kid?”

“Look, Shawn, if this is gonna work you’re gonna have to let me talk, okay? I asked him for help. And yes, I know it’s not his place, not his kid. But he’s my best friend and he’s been there for me through everything. He’s gonna be in my life for a long time, and Mae’s too. And I’d really appreciate it if you would stop trying to make him the bag guy in this. He’s not.”

“I know,” I say quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“And I know it’s not my place to say anything, but if you could just leave it alone when you go on tour. If he still even has a job with you, I guess.”

“I’m not firing him.”

“You’re not?”

“No,” I shake my head. “I may not love that he’s with you, but he makes a hell of a film. I can’t fire him for having good taste in women.”

“Whoa, wait. You still think we’re together? Like together together?”

“Well, aren’t you?”

“No. God, no. It’s not like that. It’s never been like that, you know that. I’ve told you that a million times.”

“Maybe it was never like that for you, but it’s like that for him.”

“No, Shawn. You’ve got it all wrong.”

“He’s into you, y/n.” he says definitely.

“He’s my best friend. That’s it.”

“Does he know that?”

“Really? Stop.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “It’s none of my business.”

“No,” she agrees, “It’s not. Can we just talk about what we came her for?”

“Yeah. Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.”

“Sor-” I catch myself. “Sooo… her name’s Mae.”

“Yes. Mae Rosalie… Mendes.”

“Mendes?” I sit up straighter.

“I mean, unless you don’t want her to –”

“No! No, I mean. Yes. I want her to. I want her to be Mendes. Nothing would make me happier.”

“Okay,” she nods. “Good. That’s good.”

“So, Rosalie. That doesn’t have anything to do with your secret obsession with Twilight, does it?”

She laughs. “No. A bonus, I guess. But um… I just remember that you said that if you ever had a girl, you’d want to call her Rose. Well, now you have an even better excuse to do it. It’s her name.”

“You remembered that?”

“I can’t forget a lot of the things we’ve said to each other.”

“I can’t either.”

“I want this to work, Shawn. For all of us.”

“I do too. More than anything.”

“Then can you do me a favor?”

“What?”

“I have to ask you this again because it’s really important to me, okay? I’m asking you to please accept the fact that Connor is going to play a big role in her life. Yes, I know we’ve made a lot of decisions without you and I’m sorry about that. But you know now. So, all decisions that made for her – from here on out – they’re gonna be made by the three of us.”

“What? But he’s not –”

“It’s a deal breaker, bubba.”

I lean back in my seat, twirling the cup in front of me, seemingly disinterested. “And if I don’t agree to this?”

She lets out a sigh and nods once, “Then I guess you can fight for custody. But I’m trying to keep that from happening.”

“He’s really that important to you?”

She looks down at her cup, “Besides Mae… he’s one of the most important people in my life.”

That stings. And she’s definitely not doing a great job at convincing me she doesn’t have feelings for the guy.

---

Connor’s POV

“How’d it go?” I ask, standing in the doorway of her room.

She shrugs, “I guess as good as it could have.”

“You don’t seem pleased with that. What happened?”

She shakes her head, “He was fine with the agreement. For the most part, I guess. He wants more time with her right when she’s born though. Which I mean, I understand. But I think he’s forgetting that he’ll be on tour when she’s born. That’s gonna be hard to manage, but I’m sure he’ll figure it out.”

“Well it sounds like it went fine. What’s the problem?”

“He really doesn’t like that I’m letting you make decisions with us.”

“Well, honey, you can’t blame him. I mean, I shouldn’t be making them in his eyes.”

“So what? You’re part of this now. And he needs to understand that.”

“Y/n.” I make my way into the room and sit at the edge of her bed. “Why does it bother you so much that he doesn’t want me to be part of this?”

“Because you are part of this… I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want this to be harder than it should be.”

I sigh, “It’s always gonna be hard. It’s parenthood. It’s not supposed to be easy. Especially not with the way we’re doing it.”

“Is the way we’re doing it the right way?”

“I don’t know. But we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

“What if we can’t figure this one out?”

“We will,” he promises. “There’s not a doubt in my mind. We’re Connor and y/n. There’s nothing we can’t do.” Except be together.

She nods, “I’m lucky to have you. Don’t know where I’d be if Sam hadn’t pushed you into me all those years ago.”

“Well your life would be drastically boring without me, that’s for sure.”

“Ah yes, the constant worrying about you when you were traveling around the world has kept me on my toes.”

“Hey, you know I always come back to you.” I pat her thigh reassuringly.

“I know, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying.”

“Well I’m making it a rule that you can’t worry about me this time around. Too much stress isn’t good for the baby.”

She tilts her head at me and squints, creating a crease between her brows. I reach out and run my finger over it, smoothing it out. “You’re gonna get a headache.” She doesn’t say anything, just stares a little longer. “What?”

“Where did you hear that stress isn’t good for the baby?”

“Oh,” I look down and scratch the back of my neck. “I don’t know.”

“Connor,” I know she’s smirking without even looking at her. “Are you reading pregnancy books?”

“What? No! Of course not! That would – that would be weird.”

“You are! Oh, blue eyes! That is so cute!”

“I looked a few things up, it’s no big deal.”

“Come here,” she takes my hand and pulls me closer to her, then without a second thought, she places a kiss on my cheek. “I love you, you know that?”

“I know. I love you too.”

---

I yawn, running a hand through my wet hair before treading back to my room. I pull out a pair of boxers from my top drawer. I’ve barely slipped them over my hips when I hear y/n scream.

“Connor! Connor come here!” I rush to her room, dropping the towel on the floor.

“What’s wrong? Is Mae okay? Are you okay?”

“She’s kicking!”

“What?” My eyes widen. “She’s moving?”

“Yes, look. Come here, come feel her!” She holds her hand out for me and I don’t hesitate to make my way to her. She takes my wrist and places my hand over her bump, which has been steadily growing since her appointment last month. But when my hand rests on her stomach, I feel nothing. “Oh, Mae. Come on. Don’t make me a liar.”

“Come on, baby girl. Let Uncle Connor feel you kick.” I mutter, standing closer to y/n, and I don’t know how, but she does it. “Oh my god. She’s – she’s really kicking. Oh, my – wow. This is amazing, baby.” I sniffle, moving my hand around to feel the kick again.

“Bub are you crying?” She looks at me, her own eyes holding that soft glimmer of fresh tears.

“Maybe a little bit.” I wipe at my eyes with my free hand. “I just can’t believe it. She’s kicking. It’s real now.”

“It’s been real, Con.”

“No, I know. That’s not what I mean. I mean, it’s really real for me now too. I get to feel her now. She’s not just sitting there inside of you. There’s a baby in you, love.” I cup her face and rest my forehead against hers.

“I know,” she laughs through her now falling tears.

“I’m so excited to meet her. You have no idea.”

“Me too.”

I don’t think about it. I should, but I don’t. And I kiss her. Just once, softly, slowly. She doesn’t pull back. Not for a while. But then she does and I regret it the second she says:

“I should call Shawn. Tell him about Mae.”

I pull away from her and nod once. “Yeah. You should. I’m sure he’ll so excited.” I scratch the back of my head, slowing backing out of the room. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

“Connor?” She says when I’m at the door.

“Yeah?”

“I can tell him tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?”

She nods, “Kinda really want my Connor cuddles to get some sleep.”

I laugh because of course she could pretend I didn’t just kiss her for the first time in eleven years. “Your bed or mine?”

***

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AM Conversations : chapter 45

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

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-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k // 4.4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- note for this chapter: just extra super fluff for this chapter. soo enjoy? i hope you like it haha! also, i know the song she sings comes out a year later buuuut yea, whatever lol! a few more cute fluff chapters before drama happens sooo yea. i hope you guys like it. i know not many ppl read this anymore and its okay. just know i love you guys for being loyal and reading this story after 45 chapters. your comments and reblogs and likes and asks make me so so so happy i cant explain! keep sending ideas youd like to read too :)

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Chapter 45 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

I felt myself waking up slowly but kept my eyes closed. My lips curled slightly when I heard my boyfriend’s voice from the shower and I forced myself to open my eyes. I sat up in bed and stretched but when I pushed the covers off of me, I felt a shiver run up my spine despite the fact that it was the end of june and that it was most likely very warm outside. I put my feet off the bed and moved my toes on the carpet before breathing in and getting up. The door was ajar and the closer I got, the better I could hear Niall sing. I pushed on the door slightly and leaned against the door frame, listening to his voice as the steam hit my skin and warmed me.

I had never felt so happy in my entire life with someone and even after all these months, I could barely believe we were dating. I crossed my arms on my chest and leaned my head on the frame too, staring at my boyfriend singing and dancing in the shower. After a while he turned to me and saw me staring at him. He smiled back and made a quick head movement but I shook my head slightly. He rolled his eyes with a smile and opened the glass door. His hair was full of foam and he looked cuter than ever, making me nibble on my bottom lip despite myself.

“Please?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and making me roll my eyes.

I took a few steps closer, letting my arms fall on each side of my body, and his lips curled more at my sight. When he was finally able to reach me, he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me his way, making me chuckle.

“No no, I took a shower last night remember?”

He smirked and raised his eyebrows at me, not letting go. “And then I fucked your brains out, remember?” he replied in a smartass tone. “Come on, you smell like good sex and sweat.”

I laughed at his words and let him pull me with him. He closed the door behind me and I held my breath as the warm water fell on me and soaked my shirt and panties. Niall smiled more and quickly moved his head back right under the stream to rinse his hair. I stared at his naked body as he closed his eyes, running his hand through his hair to make sure all the soap was gone.

Without thinking, I ran my hands on his wet chest and quickly, he moved his head up again and opened his eyes, bending down to reach my smile with his. The kiss was gentle and soft and I felt water drops fall from his hair to my cheek. A wave of well-being washed over me and I pressed my hands more on his chest.

“What were you singing?” I asked, tilting my chin up.

“Something I wrote. I’ll sing it to you when it’s done.”

I smiled and licked my lips, staring at him some more. I felt like Niall hadn’t written anything in months and I knew he was missing it. I loved watching and listening to him when he was playing guitar, or when he was sitting in front of the piano, but it hadn’t happened much until very recently. He was not the type to share and I respected that, but I was curious and interested in everything that made him happy.

“Happy Birthday petal.” he whispered against my mouth. “How does it feel to date a younger man like me?”

I laughed against his mouth and felt his lips curl against mine.

“Feels amazing.” I admitted, still amused. “Better than yesterday, for sure.”

“But not as good as tomorrow, yea, I know.”

I laughed more and felt his hands slip under my drenched shirt, reaching under my breasts slowly. I bit my bottom lip as he stared at me before kissing me again but deeper this time. I could feel my whole body throb until his thumbs brushed under my breasts. I quickly held my breath again, my heartbeats accelerating, but he just slid his hands back down to my waist.

“Mm, come on darling, take a shower, i’ll go prepare something while you do.”

“Nooo!” I complained when he took a step back. “You can’t turn me on and then leave me here alone.”

He laughed and shook his head, pushing the glass door of the shower again and getting out.

“Such a horny girl.” he just let out, clearly amused by my behavior.

I sent him puppy eyes but he just shook his head and closed the door, trapping me in the shower before blowing me a kiss and leaving.

I grimaced but decided to wash my hair and body quickly after getting undressed and when I finally got out of the shower, I grabbed a fluffy towel only to realize it was warm and I quickly wrapped it around me.

“Thanks for putting it in the dryer.” I let out with a smile when I walked back into our bedroom. “You’re perfect.”

He had put sweatpants and a t-shirt back on and I stared at his back as I tried to find a similar outfit in one of his drawers. With a sigh, I took my towel off and dressed up before rubbing the towel in my hair to dry it more. After a few minutes, he turned around and sent me a fond smile and I smiled back until he handed me something.

“This is one of your gifts.” He explained, holding out a box about as large as a book, wrapped in silver and pink paper. “The personal one.”

I felt my heart skip a few beats inside my chest and smiled as big as possible, pressing my lips together. These were the gifts coming from Niall that I preferred. Of course, I enjoyed the trips, the spa days, the jewels and the activities he gave but the gifts with a meaning meant a million times more and Niall always knew exactly what would make me happy. He gave me things I didn’t even know I needed before.

I licked my lips and grabbed it, unwrapping it very slowly as he stared at my fingers. I let the paper fall on the floor when I noticed an old picture of us in a frame. It was the one I told him to bring on his trip and my lips curled more but i noticed something at the bottom and frowned, moving the frame up to have a better look. My lips parted when I noticed what it was and I looked up in his eyes. It was a card that was part of a game Lottie had brought at the lodge. I remembered picking up that card from the “Kiss & Tell” game before rushing to the bathroom and locking myself in it. I hadn’t told anyone what was on the card except Niall. We had been laying in the dark and I had showing him right before telling him it was him I wanted to kiss, but I didn’t have the guts to. I looked down again at the card and read the words. “Kiss the person you love the most in the room.”

“I kept it and I didn’t know why. It was in my wallet all this time. I remember wondering how I would have felt if you had kissed me instead of Harry after picking up that card, you know?” he shrugged and looked down at it. “That night you said you loved me more than anyone else in the world and I said I did too. I didn’t understand back then why it was so important for me but now I do.”

He took a step closer and brought his hands to my waist, waiting until I looked up in his eyes again.

“When we fought a few months ago after my trip, I left you here to get drunk. We both went to bed mad, or at least not on good terms, and I realized how wrong it was. I want to keep this frame in our room, right next to the bed, so every time we fight or argue, we always work things out here before falling asleep. I will always kiss the person I love the most right before I fall asleep. Every single night. I promise.”

I felt myself tear up and swallowed the lump in my throat. I couldn’t talk, I knew that my voice would crack, and without thinking, I crushed my mouth against his, It hurt slightly but he didn’t say anything. He just pulled me closer and deepened the kiss. He tasted so fucking good and I felt tears fall down my face as we kept on kissing for I don’t know how long. When he pulled away, I kept my eyes closed and brushed my lips against his.

“When you said you were romantic I thought you were the type, you know, to give flowers and stuff.”

He laughed and moved his upper body back to look in my eyes.

“There’s a bouquet waiting for you int he kitchen.”

This time, i’m the one who laughed. I turned around and put the frame next to the bed on the small table and sighed as I looked at our younger faces on the picture. I wanted this house to be full of pictures of us, whether they were recent or old.

“Come, let’s go bake that cake of yours.”

I turned back to him with a frown and tilted my head.

“I gotta bake my own birthday cake?”

He laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling me with him until the kitchen and I noticed all the ingredients already out along with a big bouquets of white and purple lilacs placed in the middle of the table.

“The florist said it looked ridiculous and tried to convince me to add other flowers but I knew that’s what you wanted.” he pointed out. “Just in case though, there’s also a bouquet of roses in the living room.”

I smiled more and chuckled, loving the fact that he knew me so well, and took a step closer to him to kiss his lips.

“Aaaand maybe a few tulips next to the piano.” he grimaced before I brushed my lips on his jaw.

“How are you so perfect?”

He searched for my mouth with his and kissed me deeply again. I was not even surprised that his kisses still made butterflies hit the inside of my stomach, even after so many months. I knew it would always be like that.

“Okay, come on now, let’s bake that cake yea?” he said a little louder, getting out of my embrace and turning around to go grab the flour. “We got up late and we have a busy evening and an even busier night!”

“Niall, I said I didn’t want anything big.” I complained with a grimace, letting my head fall back on my shoulders.

“I promise on my life you’re gonna have fun! It’s just a few hours with our friends, and then i’m bringing you somewhere else just the two of us.”

I wanted to be annoyed but the truth was, I was touched and very very curious. I walked up to him as he was cracking an egg, letting it fall in a bowl and I sighed low of happiness.

“Thank you, Niall.”

He turned his head quickly to peck my lips with a light sound and I chuckled.

“Come on, read the recipe out loud will you?”

Quickly, we made the cake mix and ended up having a bit more difficulty working on the icing. I ended up a bit annoyed and searched through his fridge, taking the cream cheese out and putting it on the counter.

“We’ll just prepare the easiest icing ever and pretend we’re amazing bakers, how’s that?”

He laughed and we started working on it in silence right after putting the mix in the oven.

“Just a bit of milk.” I specified. “Do you have vanilla?”

I watched him combine everything in a bowl as I nibbled my bottom lip and added icing sugar slowly to the mix.

“You know, we’re actually a good team.” I pointed out.

I watched him dip his finger in the icing and sticking his tongue out to get a taste.

“Heyy, what about me?” I frowned jokingly before he dipped an other finger in it and wiped the icing on my cheek, making me groan.

“Come here.”

He pulled me closer and licked my cheek, making a shiver run up my spine at the contact of his tongue with my skin.

“You’re right, it tastes amazing, we’re a good team.” he admitted low. “Not just for baking.”

He took the icing again, taking more of it with his finger and putting it on my neck. I held my breath as his tongue ran on my skin and quivered again in his arms.

“I just took a shower, remember?”

“Oh shut up.” he let out, making me laugh, as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.

“Can I get a taste, too?”

Without answering, he brought his lips against mine and kissed me deeply but very slowly. I closed my eyes, running my hand in his hair and letting a moan escape my lips. He swallowed it and I felt his fingers slip slightly under my shirt, on the skin of my back. I laughed against his mouth when he broke the kiss and shook my head.

“I meant you know, really taste.”

“Mmhm.” he shrugged, pulling away and taking the icing bowl. “I know that’s what you meant, but you can’t taste your cake before tonight.”

“But-”

“Don’t argue!” he cut me with a smirk. “Go in the living room, i’ll join you, okay?”

I groaned and let my feet rub on the wood floor in an annoying noise as a sign of protestation. It’s only when I reached the living room that my lips curled back again. There was a literal fort made with blankets and cushions and I let out a chuckle of amazement.

“Niall?” I asked loud enough for him to hear.

“Sit down! I’m coming!”

I chuckled and got on my knees, pushing the blanket that acted as a door only to sit on the tiny mattress. I couldn’t believe he had taken the time to make a fort in his own living room and I started wondering how long it took him to plan that. He had placed his tablet on the side and when he joined me, I frowned slightly.

“Why did you bring this?” I asked, pointing it right before a smile reappeared on my face.

He handed me a bowl of ice cream and I started jumping slightly on my ass while still sitting.

“Don’t move too much, it’s not that solid.” he laughed a bit. “I thought we could watch a movie together?”

I sent him a fond smile and tilted my head again before nodding very slowly.

“Great! So I bought your favorite ice cream but added candies, chocolate syrup and caramel, the way you like it.”

“Thank you, Nee.” I let out as he sat in front of me. I moved my upper body closer to kiss him. “Thank you so fucking much.” I kissed him again. “Thank you.” Again. “Thank you.” And again.

“You also get to pick the movie.” he let out with a smile, kissing me back. “We’ll watch anything you want. It’s your day.”

I sat back and looked at him with a smirk, raising my eyebrows as his face changed.

“Now you’re scaring me.” he admitted as I laughed, grabbing his tablet. “Wait what are you doing? Isn’t the movie you want to watch on netflix?”

I held his tablet against me and raised my eyebrows at him again.

“Do you promise we’ll watch whatever I want?”

It took him a few seconds but he finally nodded.

“I promise.”

—

The bar was loud and crowed but we quickly found our friends waiting for us, sitting a bit further with beer and sangria pitchers. I smiled more, a bit excited, and everyone greeted us, telling me ‘happy birthday’ for the first time in person on that day. Louis was the last one and he got up to wrap his arms around me before I hugged him back.

“Happy birthday princess.” he whispered after kissing one of my cheeks and pulling me closer. “I hope your day is perfect, that’s what you deserve.”

I laughed when we pulled away and bit on my bottom lip.

“It is, I have the perfect boyfriend and he made this day perfect.”

We sat down and I felt Niall’s hand slide on my thigh. I quickly put my hand over his and intertwined our fingers, squeezing them hard.

“What did she make you watch?” Louis asked with a smirk. “Back To The Future again?”

Niall’s smile fell and he rolled his eyes, making Louis laugh.

“Which one?”

“Louis, don’t even ask.” Niall argued, shaking his head and making me smile more.

“We didn’t watch Back To The Future.” I pointed out, leaning on the table to get closer to Louis. “I made him watch This Is Us.”

Louis’ eyes moved from me to Niall then back at me and finally on Niall before he burst into laughter, making Niall growl next to me. I squeezed his fingers tighter but I couldn’t help the smile that spread on my face.

“How was it, Neil? To watch a movie with you in it with your girlfriend by your side?” Louis teased.

Niall raised his eyebrows and nose up as he leaned one of his elbow on the table, staring in his friend’s eyes.

“The worst was actually looking at you for an hour and a half, Tommo.”

Louis laughed again and shrugged.

“Guess you’re cursed, mate, because here I am again!”

I laughed and rolled my eyes at their banter until Louis grabbed a glass and poured me sangria. Niall did the same for himself with beer and he finally sighed, the left corner of his lips raising up.

“You know, I can’t really blame her though.” Niall joked. “The girl enjoys looking at me, I just give her what she needs.”

“Oh shut up.” I let out, making him laugh more. “Now what’s so special about tonight? Why are we here anyway?”

I glanced around before meeting Louis’ eyes and he smirked, raising his eyebrows. I didn’t like it and frowned, suddenly a bit scared of what was to come. Julie chuckled and it caught my attention, making me look at her.

“It’s karaoke night.” she explained with a sigh but also a smile on her lips. “And apparently, we’re all going to sing.”

I felt suddenly extremely nervous and without realizing it, I squeezed my boyfriend’s fingers hard between mine.

“Ouch, darling, watch the fingers, they’re important.” he chuckled. “For music and for… you know.. pleasure.”

“Niall.” I whispered, looking down at our hands together. “You know I hate being on a scene. I don’t like attention.”

“You did it a few years ago and you had fun.”

I sent him an annoyed look and sighed, raising my nose up in a grimace. He was right, I had sang a song a while ago at a karaoke night and we always had a lot of fun doing those in someone’s living room, but in public it was a bit different. I was already a bit shy around my friends, so to think i would do it in front of a bunch of strangers made it even worse.

“Here.” Louis let out, pushing the sangria pitcher closer. “Drink up. I’ll go first.”

I swallowed the whole glass in front of me and filled it out again as I watched Louis get on stage and grab a microphone.

“Here’s one of the best written songs in the whole world.” he only explained as the music started.

I held my breath and smiled when I recognized the oasis song and mouthed it with him.

“So Sally can wait, she knows it’s too late as she’s walking on by My soul slides away, but don’t look back in anger I heard you say.”

When he was done and the music stopped, we all got up and started clapping. Liam even whistled loud and I let out a ‘woohoo!“ when he got off stage. He hugged me and bent down to whisper in my ear.

“Do it now, it’s worth it.”

I quickly nodded and he moved away. He extended his hand and I slapped in it before bumping my fist against his.

“Come on, you can do it.” he added as I sent him a smile.

I turned to Niall and I smiled without thinking. I watched him push his glasses on his nose and a bunch of memories of us came back to my mind. I felt so lucky to have him in my life and I chuckled.

“Just for you.”

I didn’t wait for his answer and ran up the stairs as a guy walked up to me to ask me which song I wanted to sing. I told him and he chuckled before nodding and finally left after handing me the microphone.

“I dedicate this to my best friend in the whole wide world.”

The first notes started and I kept my gaze on Niall and when I started singing, I saw him start laughing hard, his mouth wide open. He let his head fall back and clapped in his hands a few times to encourage me.

“Right from the start, couldn’t pull us apart, it just works Nobody else ever gets me as well on this earth Like rock and roll, Marshall’s and telly’s Mac and cheese, PB’s and jellies Some things are better together, and that’s you and me-e

Dude, I love you, bro, I love you Man, I love you You’re my brother from another, 'nother mother You are my favorite, I’m not ashamed to admit Cause I do, dude, I do Dude, I love you, bro, I love you Man, I love you You’re my homie, no one knows me like you know me Like the sun and the moon, all the best things comes in two What would I do without a friend like you?

W-w-w-w-what would I do? Without a friend like you W-w-w-w-what would I do? Without a friend like you?”

I smiled as I sang when I noticed all my friends were standing up and dancing together and when the song stopped, I bowed down quickly and ran back to my friends without really giving them any attention. Niall bent down slightly, his arms open, and I ran to him.. He picked me up for a few seconds and put me back down before kissing me hard, laughing against my lips.

“Good song. Thank you.” he whispered, pulling away. “Now listen to mine, yea?”

I nodded and he grabbed my hand before walking to the stage. When he was far enough, my hand slipped out of his and I just stared at him as he grabbed the microphone. He cleared his throat and licked his lips, making my heart melt in my chest. I sat down but remained on the edge of my chair as he talked.

“For the love of my life.”

It took me literally one note to recognize the song and I held my breath as I felt myself tense. I tried to remember all the words of the song and something twisted in my stomach.

“You’re a falling star, you’re the get away car You’re the line in the sand when I go too far You’re the swimming pool on an August day And you’re the perfect thing to see

And you play it coy, but it’s kinda cute Oh, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do Baby, don’t pretend that you don’t know it’s true 'Cause you can see it when I look at you

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times It’s you, it’s you; you make me sing You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything”

I don’t know why but slowly, I got up and walked closer to the scene as we stared at each other. Was it possible for this love story to last forever? Could this love we felt for each other never fade away or die?

“You’re a carousel, you’re a wishing well And you light me up when you ring my bell You’re a mystery, you’re from outer space You’re my every minute of my everyday

And I can’t believe, uh, that I’m your man And I get to kiss you, baby, just because I can Whatever comes our way, oh, we’ll see it through And you know that’s what our love can do

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times It’s you, it’s you; you make me sing You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything

So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times It’s you, it’s you; you make me sing You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything You’re every song, and I sing along Cause you’re my everything Yeah, yeah

So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la So, la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la, la-la-la”

I didn’t scream when he was done but I heard all our friends do it. He jumped off the stage and cupped my face the way he had done it after playing the song he had written for me and when his wet lips met mine, my eyes fluttered close.

“It’s been six moths but I love you as much as I did back then, maybe even more.” he whispered, kissing me deeply again. “Definitely more.”

“Thank you, Niall.” I breathed out, swallowing hard as I felt myself tear up for the second time that day. “This day is perfect.”

“This day is not over.” he added, smiling more, the palms of his hands warming my already burning cheeks. “Happy birthday Olivia, I love you.”

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baepop · 5 years

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PRIVATE // 3

You attend the ill-fated party that changes everything.

Word Count: 8.3k

Pairing: Jungkook x You x Jennie

Genre: Slight smut / Angst, angst, and more angst

A/N: Who are you guys rooting for? I want to know :)

The ride back to Jennie’s apartment was full of heavy silence, so loaded with her questioning stares and your unspoken frustration. Your leg couldn’t help bouncing up and down anxiously as you stared out of the window. Your mouth rested on your palm, covering your pained expression. It was a rare occurrence for you to cry, and much less over a guy, so you were willing yourself to get over it. You couldn’t though.

“We’re here babe.” Jennie’s voice was barely over a whisper. She’d never seen you this upset. It’s always her who needs to be comforted, so she was out of her element.

You wordlessly climbed out of the car and lead the way up to her penthouse. Taking your shoes off at the door, you rushed into her apartment and began pacing in front of the giant windows in between her living room and her kitchen. The sun was setting behind the skyscrapers that decorated the spectacular view thirty floors up, but you were two busy biting the nail polish off your freshly manicured fingers.

Jennie dropped her handbag on top of the dining table then settled down in a chair to watch your mental breakdown front row. She brought her foot up on the seat to rest her chin on her knee. The girl patiently waited until you paused to look out at the cloudless pink sky with your hands on your hips before clearing her throat. Your head snapped in her directed, realizing how rude you were being.

You turned your gaze back to the view before breaking the silence. “I’m sorry. I owe you an explanation. I’m just trying to calm down before I tell you everything.”

Jennie chewed on her bottom lip with furrowed brows. “It’s okay, you don’t need to explain. I think I already know what’s going on.”

You whipped around to stare at the girl who grew increasingly nervous in her chair. “What do you mean?”

“You saw Jungkook at the restaurant…didn’t you?” You dropped your hands limply to the side, utterly lost for words. Did she see me being an idiot at his table earlier? “I…sort of already knew he’d be there.”

“But...how? Ugh Jennie just tell me already. What the heck is going on!?” You rushed over to the table to sit next to her, but she refused to face you.

“Yesterday, I hung out with Jungkook at the bar. He left to take a phone call, and when Yoongi and I met up with him outside he seemed really frantic on the phone. It seemed like he was talking to a girl, and he didn’t want us to hear his conversation, so he agreed to meet her at that restaurant today before hanging up.” Jennie peaked at your face with a sheepish expression before continuing. “And when I woke up this morning, I realized he had been over last night because his jacket was laying on the couch. I hated thinking this, I really do Y/N,” she reached out to grab your hand, but you pulled away before she could, “but we needed to know if he was two-timing you. And obviously he was! I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”

Jennie watched you with wide eyes as you scooted your chair back and stood over her. “Wow Jennie…that was...”

“Thoughtful?” She offered.

“Manipulative.” Your word wounded her deeply, and it shown in her crumpled expression. “Jennie, that was humiliating…and if you felt like he was shady why didn’t you just speak up!?”

Jennie sighed, “Because you wouldn’t listen! You’re sooo head over heels for this guy despite acting like you’re not! You needed to see for yourself!”

You drew in a shaky breath, “Jennie you had no right. I cannot believe you.” You turned towards the door, but your friend grabbed your arm before you could get far. This time it was her eyes that were glassy.

“Why are you acting like I’M the problem here? HE’S the one who’s the dirt bag! I don’t get why you’re so mad!”

You ripped your arm out of her grasp and looked her in the eyes. The sad and frustrated expression on her face would’ve normally worn you down by now, but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to forgive her, at least not right away. “No Jennie, you’re the problem here. You need to realize how fucked up your logic is.” You quickly stepped into your shoes and slammed the door on your way out. Jennie’s tears spilled over at the sound of the door’s echoes reverberating through her giant empty apartment.

“Why are you here again?” Yoongi flipped to the next page in his textbook and continued taking notes at his desk under the soft light of his lamp.

Jungkook laid in Yoongi’s bed with his arms crossed under his head staring at the ceiling. The two had been inhabiting the older boy’s bedroom for a while in comfortable silence.

“I don’t know man…I’m just frustrated. I can’t believe my luck right now. Out of all the places to run into her, why across town…and of all days, why tonight…?”

“Dude, you have to back up and start from the beginning. I don’t understand anything you’re saying to me right now.”

Jungkook explained his awkward run in with you at the restaurant just two hours ago. “Wait… so, she thought Jisoo was your date or something?” Jungkook nodded in response. “I mean she’s hot but, that’s just gross.” Jungkook chucked a pillow at Yoongi’s face as he laughed at the boy’s misery.

“Don’t talk about my cousin like that!” Yoongi held his hands up in defeat. “What should I do? She looked really upset. You know how rude J can be.” Yoongi nodded thoughtfully, recalling his own run in with the ice queen.

“You should just be transparent with her. She’s a reasonable person.”

Jungkook plopped back down on the bed and returned his gaze to the ceiling. “Yeah I know…but then I’d have to explain WHY I was seeing Jisoo and that’s not going to be a fun conversation. I just can’t shake the feeling of how weird this all was. Do you think she’s stalking me?”

Yoongi chuckled at the thought of you of all people stalking his friend. “There’s a zero percent chance of that being the case. That seems like something Jennie would do though,” Yoongi added nonchalantly as he scribbled notes in his notebook.

Jungkook scowled as the realization dawned on him. She must have been listening in on his phone call yesterday, he was sure of it now. Did she think she could cause problems between you two and get away with it? Jungkook sat up on the couch suddenly. His blood was boiling, and he needed to figure out a way to turn the tables.

“Thanks for the talk. I’ll see you in a few days for your party.” Yoongi barely acknowledged the younger boy’s departure as he focused on his notes for the big test coming up.

On his way to your apartment, Jungkook called your phone three times but you didn’t answer. His knocks on your door went unanswered as well, much to his disappointment. He hated leaving you alone to mull over something that just was not true, but he had no choice if you were avoiding him.

The boy sat down on your steps and tried your phone one last time before hearing the familiar beep of your voicemail. “Hey Y/N…You looked pretty upset earlier and I just wanted to make sure we were fine. I was having dinner with my cousin and we were discussing some private things. I hope you didn’t get the wrong idea. And I’m sorry about her demeanor. Call me back when you get this.” He slipped his cell back into his pocket then begrudgingly left your apartment.

Jennie turned the chrome knobs of her shower faucets until the water was exactly the way she liked it. The steady streams of liquid fire silently descended from her state-of-the-art waterfall showerhead, causing her vanity mirror to fog rather quickly. After brushing her long hair one hundred times exactly3, she slipped out of her plush robe and entered the shower. The water fell over her head, drenching her locks on the way down to her toes. She knew the hot water was awful for her hair but worrying about the details of her beauty routine was exhausting when she was already worrying about tons of other things. You were at the top of those things.

A few days had passed since she last talked to you. It was easily the longest time apart the two of you had spent since becoming friends. Although she wanted nothing more than to call you or show up to your apartment unannounced, her pride was getting in the way. She just couldn’t believe she was the one getting the short end of the stick despite trying to help you. Although, if she was being entirely truthful, it was for her own benefit. She began thinking that perhaps you were right, perhaps she did need to figure some things out. Jennie never had anyone in her life who would reprimand her and tell her when she was doing things wrong, not until you. It made her love you so much more for it.

Still, she couldn’t allow herself to come crawling back and beg for you to give her the time of day, at least not right away. All Jennie ever wanted to do was be around you, know what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling. She tried not to think about her feelings for you, choosing instead to occupy herself with other things when she wasn’t hanging out with you. The truth was that it scared her to death. She never felt like this about anyone. Jennie had dated countless boys and all types including bad boys, ivy leaguers, guitarists from up and coming bands, even a politician once. Nothing was as thrilling as sleeping next to you.

At first, she thought she had finally found the kind of friendship she had grown up seeing on TV; the kind where you’d do anything for each other, no questions asked, the kind where you’d drop everything and come running no matter what, the kind that would rival the longest marriages. While all that was true, she eventually realized that’s not all this was. Jennie realized she was in love with you on the night she saw you flirting with a woman for the first time.

Jennie had known you were bisexual, but she had never given it a second thought, nor had she ever analyzed her own sexuality for that matter. So, her reaction to seeing you seduce someone else came as quite a shock to her. Squirting cherry blossom scented body wash onto her bath sponge, she recalled that crystal clear memory. It was the day after that one stressful test. You had spent the entire week indoors, studying your ass off. Once it was over, all you wanted to do was go out and have some fun. She remembered you telling her you preferred calm pubs over crowded clubs, so it came as a surprise to Jennie when you invited her to go clubbing that night. She remembered the exact outfit you wore too: a little black dress with a light jean jacket and black doc martens. Normally you wore your hair down, but that night you decided on an updo with wispy curls that framed your face.

When you both arrived at a club in the downtown district of the city, you realized it was Latin Night. Jennie was never much of a dancer, so she was content with sitting at the bar and watching your expert salsa moves on the floor from afar. She hadn’t seen you that carefree and graceful before. Your sheer magnetism and confidence had entranced her, and she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to be you or be under you. As if the universe was trying to send her a sign, the redhead who was sipping her drink at the bar two seats away decided to make her way to you on the dance floor. The guy you were reluctantly dancing with was getting a little handsy, and the redhead arrived just in time to save you from him. She had grabbed your hand, spun you around then wrapped her arms around your neck. The male stranger immediately took the hint and backed off, and you were oh so grateful for it. Jennie remembered how you placed your hands on her hips after the mysterious woman began swaying them wildly from side to side.

It happened long ago, but the memory still stung just a bit. It also turned her on a lot. Jennie’s nipples hardened as she pictured the way you romanced that woman. Taking her time rubbing the suds on her stomach and around her breasts, she closed her eyes and suddenly she was at the club again. She watched intently as you held her tightly to you, grinding on her leg in time to the beat of the song. You both smiled at one another, never leaving each other’s eyes. It seemed that the redhead thought you were the funniest person in the world with the way she threw her head back in obnoxious laughter. At that moment, you subtly leaned into her neck and took a whiff of her perfume. It seemed no one noticed such an intimate move, not even the redhead, but Jennie did.

Amidst the steam in her shower, Jennie began pinching her right nipple with her right hand. Her left hand slowly traveled downwards past her navel to her sex. Her breathing grew shallow as her memory played like a projector in her mind.

She remembered how you spun her around as the beat slowed down, so the redhead was grinding on your front. The more she rotated her hips the harder you gripped onto her. As if feeling brazen from your reaction to her dancing, the amber-haired seductress dipped into a squat and rubbed her ass on you the entire way up, flipping her hair cheekily in the process. Jennie could tell you were already feeling the effects of the liquor you had downed before heading to the dancefloor. The lazy smile on your face from her move had Jennie squeezing her glass of liquor tightly in envy. She wished so badly that she could reverse time so she could be the one to steal you away from the guy with grabby hands. Just then, a broad chest blocked your view of the dancers. Jennie’s look of annoyance wasn’t enough to deter his advancements. The blonde stranger chatted away about playing some sport, but Jennie was too focused on watching you two to pay any attention to him. Nodding and throwing “mhm’s” his way every once in a while was all she could manage as she watched you two from the bar.

Jennie’s fingers swirled around her clit. Sighs of contentment and light moaning could be heard from beyond the glass that lined her shower. Jennie’s body writhed in pleasure as she recalled your brazen actions that fateful night. As the sexy stranger grinded on you, you moved her hair off her shoulder, but not without lightly touching the exposed skin on her collarbones and holding up a few strands close to your face. You then leaned into her ear and began whispering things to the girl that made her smile and close her eyes. Jennie surmised that you had suggested they take a break and get a drink, probably because the male onlookers your show had attracted was becoming quite obvious, even to Jennie who was perched at the bar. As the two of you made your way towards her hand in hand, your eyes met Jennie’s. You smiled, looking in between her and the man who was in her way, wiggling your brows. Jennie smiled halfheartedly, realizing you weren’t feeling the same jealousy that she was. She didn’t care the way you did.

Jennie was growing wetter and wetter by the second, and it had nothing to do with the water dowsing her body. She bit her lip as she dipped a finger into her core. She placed a foot on the rim of the shower to get better access and held onto the wall for support. She curled her finger to reach her g-spot and thought about what that night would have been like if she had been braver. She could almost feel what your hands might feel like, gripping her hips that same way. Jennie began panting at the pleasure she was feeling. She slipped another finger in, pumping them in and out with increased speed. Taking turns rubbing each breast, she bit her lip and imagined what it might have felt like for you to whisper filthy things in her ear, for your finger to caress her skin, to feel you pushing your body up against her.

Jennie’s eyes burst open as the telling signs of her orgasm shown. Her walls clenched around her fingers and her toes curled involuntarily. She barely registered the curses slipping from her lips, reveling in images of you and her enthralled in the heat of romance.

As the pale brunette toweled off in her bedroom, she finished recalling the memory of that night. She had watched you flirt with the redhead for nearly an hour before deciding to feign illness. She barely had to act, since watching the two of you together really had made her sick to her stomach. She blew off the muscular blonde and interjected in between you two as the redhead was in the middle of telling you a story. Thankfully, you immediately jumped to your feet and agreed to take her home. The sexy stranger’s soured expression at your goodbyes made Jennie secretly happy, as if inflicting a karma that the girl had unknowingly accrued. When you two reached the doors of the high-rise building, she begged you to stay the night to which you conceded. As if another cosmic sign had presented itself to the lucky girl, you left the crumpled-up phone number that the redhead slipped you on Jennie’s nightstand unknowingly. When you phoned her the next day asking if she had seen the small piece of paper, Jennie assured you she hadn’t but would keep an eye out for it.

She pulled her drawer out and picked up the piece of paper she had kept from you. She never understood why she refused to throw it out, but now it was quite clear. The paper served as physical proof of the intentions you were accusing her of, like some kind of righteous magnetic force, she couldn’t escape the truth of her deceitful behavior.

It had been almost a week since you’d spoken to Jennie and Jungkook. It was also the slow season for retailers, so the unstimulating hours at work each day afterward gave you lots of time to reflect on the situation.

While Jungkook had reached out several times, you still had yet to receive a simple text from your best friend. This didn’t surprise you in the slightest, however. Jennie was not the best at making amends, much less making the first move. You weren’t sure that you were ready to make up anyway. You hated feeling like her little puppet, like you were too stupid to realize what was going on without her help. And listening to Jungkook’s voicemail explaining what was really going on made your fight with Jennie worse because it confirmed how willing she was to come between you two without knowing all the facts. You weren’t any better though, because you quickly assumed the worst too, which is why you still hadn’t answered Jungkook’s messages. You were older than him, yet you felt you handled the situation immaturely and you hated it. You wanted to spend a few more days sulking alone, but Yoongi was being extremely persistent on getting you to attend his house party tonight. You laid on your couch with your head hanging off the edge staring at his name flashing on your cell phone’s screen. With a groan, you answered the call, “What do you want from my life?”

“Get over here now. The party’s already started and you’re going to be doing some serious catch up if you don’t get a move on.” Yoongi spoke closely into the receiver as the music blared in the background. He wanted to beg you to come over because he was tired of seeing Jungkook’s face drop every time someone walked in and it wasn’t you. “Come on. You’ve been all moody and MIA for days now. It’s starting to weird me out.”

You groaned extra loudly into the receiver knowing he was right. You couldn’t hide out forever, and you weren’t a coward who avoided fun parties where you knew a certain someone might be. “Give me 20 minutes.” You abruptly ended the phone call and dragged your feet every step of the way to the closet to find something to wear.

Yoongi sighed with relief as he put his phone in his back pocket and headed to the kitchen for another drink. The sight of Jennie swaying drunkenly atop his marble counter stopped him in his tracks. “Uhhhhh…when did you get here Jen?”

“I let myself in through the back. What’s in this jungle juice by the way? I’m totally feeling it right now.” Yoongi tried to take the red cup out of her hand but she moved it out of his grasp, sloshing the liquid toward the cabinet.

“Dude you’re way too drunk way too early. Slow down.” He tried to grab the cup once more, but she mushed his face away with her free hand.

“Stop it. I’m sad. I need this. Leave me alone.” Jennie pouted childishly into her cup. Yoongi sighed and retreated to the fridge to make his own drink.

“Why is everyone so goddamn sad right now? I need new friends.” The blonde boy slammed the fridge and headed into the living room to rejoin the party.

It was only 10 minutes later that you joined the party. Jungkook had been too busy cheering on one of his friends who was shotgunning a beer to notice your arrival. Yoongi, however, saw you at once and pulled you to the side.

“Come with me.” Yoongi grabbed your forearm and led you to the kitchen. “We need to get you drunk. And more importantly you need to make Jennie fun because she’s really stinking up the party right now.” As you entered the kitchen, you immediately noticed the brunette animatedly conversing with a stranger by the fridge. The guy looked happy you two had come in and took his chance to escape the conversation, and the kitchen for that matter, as Jennie turned her attention on you. “Please handle this.” Yoongi pushed you in her direction before busying himself with making your drinks.

You figured she hadn’t told him about your fight, or else he wouldn’t be acting the way he was. You tongued the inside of your cheek and crossed your arms while Jennie pretended you weren’t even there. The pale girl flipped her hair and sipped on her drink, staring ahead. You snatched the cup out of her hand and placed it out of her reach. “OK, that’s enough. You’re way too drunk, I can already tell.”

“Why do you care? Jungkook’s in the living room if you haven’t noticed. Why don’t you join him so he can deceive you some more?” Jennie rolled her eyes.

“You know what, Jennie? I think I will. Excuse me.” Yoongi’s eyes followed you as you marched out of the kitchen angrily. He immediately realized what was going on and felt bad for pushing the two of you together.

You found Jungkook sipping from his cup on the couch. His eyes instantly locked with yours as you entered the room and you noticed how rosy his cheeks were already. His hair was curlier than usual, and he wore those ripped jeans that drove you crazy. Fuck, he’s way too hot. Without hesitating, you grabbed his drink and downed the entirety of it in seconds. The boy stared at you in confusion and admiration. The taste of the liquid was extremely tart and unnaturally sweet, but you didn’t care. When Yoongi appeared by your side with the drink he had made you, you did the same to that one as well.

Wiping your mouth with your hand, you turned towards Jungkook. “Can we talk?” He nodded in response before you lead him into Yoongi’s bedroom. You closed the door softly and turned to the boy who had plopped down on the bed. His expectant stare made you blush, or maybe it was the alcohol kicking in already. The way his thighs spread out has he comfortably supported himself with his hands behind him made your mouth go dry, but his expectant stare had you clearing your throat. “I’m sorry I’ve been so lame. I’m thankful you called to explain what happened, because I definitely got the wrong idea,” you chuckled nervously before continuing, “But to be honest, I’ve been in a shitty mood after arguing with Jennie that night, so I’ve been avoiding this conversation. But we’re both here now and…I’m realizing I should’ve just called you back.” Your blush crept over your face and made your complexion the color of a tomato.

Jungkook’s smile had grown twice in size after listening to you rambling. He was peeved with you at first but quickly became enamored with your bravery. His smug expression only flustered you more. “Yeah, you should’ve called me back. But you’re right, we’re here now. So how are you going to make it up to me?” The way his head tilted back exposing the veins on his neck instantly had you thinking filthy things. However, you didn’t want to make having sex with him within earshot of other people a regular occurrence. The liquor flowing through your system, however, did not agree one bit.

“I…I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me how I can make it up to you?” You swallowed thickly as Jungkook got up from the bed and made his way to you still standing in front of the door. He stopped with only a few inches of space in between you. Burying his head in the crook of your neck, he inhaled deeply, making your baby hairs stand at attention. He then brushed his lips so lightly along the soft skin below your ear that you weren’t sure whether he really did it or not. As he brought his hand up to your face, he pulled on a curl of yours so that it sprang back once he let go. A shiver ran down your spine, making his cocky crooked smile return. You stared at his lips, willing them to make contact with yours, but instead, the words you least expect to hear from him tumbled out of them.

“Be my girlfriend?” You stared at his mouth forming the words, unable to understand them for some reason. When your eyes shifted upwards to gaze at his innocent expression, you realized exactly what was going on.

“You’re asking me to be your girlfriend? After I made a scene in front of your cousin then ghosted you?” You couldn’t help your giggles that followed.

Jungkook laughed and tipped your chin up with his finger to get a better look at your face. “Yeah, I guess I am. Look, I don’t know any other girl that would’ve had me at the palm of their hands this past week without so much as a text. I like you. And I’m not willing to share you. So, what do you say?” Jungkook squeezed your nose playfully, making you giggle again and swat his hand away.

Suddenly the memory of his weird behavior before he went down on you came creeping back. “Why do you keep insinuating that you’d have to share me? Did your ex fuck you up that bad Jeon?” Your joke seemed to have hit a nerve as his smile faded.

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m not the only one who’s interested in you Y/N.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his statement because he didn’t understand how utterly single you were. “What’s so funny?”

“You. You’re what’s funny. The fact that you think you have to compete with anyone else is hilarious. Look, I don’t really do the whole girlfriend thing but it’s sweet that you care about that kind of thing.” You attempted to curl your arms around his neck, but he stopped you before you could.

“Well it’s important to me and I’d like it if you reconsider.”

“Why is it so important to you?” You stared into his eyes but he avoids your gaze. Before you could press him for answers, there was a loud knock on the door that startled the both of you. You opened it to see Yoongi on the other side.

“Please don’t fuck in my room,” Yoongi remarked as he looked between you both.

Jungkook placed his hand on your hip and kissed your temple. “Don’t worry, we’ll find somewhere else to do the deed.” He then lifted you off your feet and proceeded to carry you away. You squealed at his unexpected notion as he carried you back to the kitchen. The curly haired boy placed you on the counter a few feet away from Jennie then wrapped your legs around his waist. “So, where were we? Oh yeah, you were agreeing to be my girlfriend!” He smiled widely up at you so you just couldn’t help but run your fingers through his silky raven locks.

Boys like him were so dangerous. You’d agree to anything he wanted from you just so he could look at you this way again, like you’re the only girl in the world. But you’d been through this before. You’d done the whole gross couple young love thing and you found out you just weren’t cut out for it. You hated sacrificing your needs and your wants to accommodate someone else. You hated having weird domestic expectations thrust onto you when all you wanted was to fuck and maybe have some stimulating conversation afterwards if you felt like it. Maybe it was the utter boredom of your last relationship that turned you away from doing relationships at all, maybe it was the exciting hookups that had turned sour after making it a regular thing. Either way, you couldn’t find it in yourself to give Jungkook exactly what he wanted, so you were hoping he’d be willing to compromise.

Jennie’s sounds of disgust broke the silence between you two. You looked over at her and realized she was witnessing your tender moment with Jungkook. You were getting so fed up of her negativity that you turned back to the cute boy between your legs and said, “Ignore her. Say something to convince me to let you have me all to yourself.” He met your smirk with his own, leaning in to steal a soft kiss from your lips.

“Wow Y/N, I didn’t know you were so into fuckboys,” Jennie remarked casually.

“As opposed to what? You?” Jungkook spoke up with pure venom directed at the drunken girl. You stared between the both of them, confused as to what was going on.

“I…don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jennie squeezed her cup and glowered at the tall boy.

“Sure you do! Why don’t you just admit that you’re madly in love with Y/N already? Everyone knows it.” Jennie chewed on the inside of her lip, unable to say a word. “Y/N, I’m sorry for being so frank, but you have realize she’s getting in the way of us for a reason, right?”

You looked back at Jennie whose piercing dark eyes were still trained on Jungkook as if his head would spontaneously combust if she focused hard enough. You turned back to Jungkook who was returning her hateful stare. “Jennie’s my BEST FRIEND Jungkook. Just because she cares about me doesn’t mean she’s in love with me.”

“So I suppose her bragging to me about sleeping in your bed every night is a show of friendship too, huh?” You couldn’t understand what he was saying, and why they hated each other so much. It was obvious they developed more of a relationship than either of them let on. But there was no way Jungkook’s words held any merit. They couldn’t. You looked back at your friend whose cup was shaking in her trembling hands.

“Jungkook! That’s enough. You’re upsetting her. What’s the matter with you?” You pushed him away so you could console Jennie, but she had already gone out the back door.

“What’s the matter with me?! Seriously Y/N? Are you that blind? That girl wants you and for some reason you’re none the wiser.” You looked up at Jungkook feeling as if you didn’t recognize him anymore. Before you could register what you were doing, you slapped him so hard your hand tingled. He clutched his throbbing cheek and regarded you incredulously. Before he could say anything, you were already out of the door in search of your friend.

It was very dark in Yoongi’s backyard due to the lack of lighting on his back porch and the late hour, not to mention there were a ton of trees that offered the house privacy from the neighboring houses. You had to squint to spot her. Jennie was stumbling through the grass holding herself up on a tree. You were no doubt already drunk yourself, so you tried not to trip as you hurried over to the girl.

“Jennie! Wait up!” You called out to your friend, but she walked deeper into the foliage ignoring you. When you finally caught up to her you grabbed her shoulder and turned her towards you. “Jennie!” As you looked at her face you realized she was crying. You hated when she cried. “I’m really trying here. But I don’t know what to do. How do I fix this?” You buried her head in your chest as her sobs wracked her thin frame. She wrapped her arms around you and held you tightly close to her. Her tiny sniffles broke your heart every time you heard one slip out. “Babe…it’s not like you to cry when someone’s being mean to you. Is it ‘cause you’re drunk?” You crooned your words as you rested your chin on her head. She shook her head “no” in response. “Then what is it?”

Jennie looked up at you. You could barely make out her tear stained cheeks in the darkness. She uncurled her arms from around you to place her hands on your shoulders. Suddenly she was pushing you against the nearest tree with enough force to let loose the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Her cold fingers knotted themselves in your hair as she leaned in to crash her lips against yours. Your entire body was frozen with pure shock. Time stopped as her fervent lips pressed into your still mouth, willing them to return the sentiment. Jennie was kissing you and you didn’t know how to react, so you settled for just letting it happen. Your mind struggled to process the moment, but your body had other ideas. Your hands, which were glued to the rough bark of the tree, found a new home on her waist. Your lips began imitating the rhythm that her mouth was setting. Soon you were holding her body against yours and leaning into her to deepen the kiss. The unexpected passion lit something inside of you and suddenly you needed more. Both of your hands began exploring each other’s bodies. Hers took turns resting on your cheeks then on the back of your neck as yours glided across her lower back then down to her upper thighs. A small voice at the back of your head repeatedly asked you what the hell you were doing right now, but you didn’t have any answers for it.

Leaning down to find the back of her knee, you hiked her leg onto your hip as your other hand got a full grip on her hair. You tugged at it until her neck was exposed to you and began planting open mouthed kisses on her alabaster skin. Jennie’s soft mewls barely disturbed the stillness of the night. “Is this what you wanted from me?” You manhandled Jennie with her hair, willing her to look you in the eyes. Her blown out pupils could only focus on your puffy lips as her chest heaved dramatically. “Answer me!” You turned your bodies so that she was now caged by you against the tree. From beyond your hidden spot in the woods, you could see the back door swinging open to reveal a few students from the party spilling out into the backyard.

The low buzzing of the far-off conversations sobered Jennie enough to look up at you. “Well, I guess Jungkook was right after all.”

You backed off the tree to see the serious expression on her face. Her words brought back the anger you still hadn’t worked through. “What the hell is happening here Jennie? You’re not gay. Is this another one of your manipulative moves to get me away from Jungkook?!”

“You don’t know what the hell I am!” Jennie screamed back at you. Her sudden outburst alerted a few of the stragglers by the back porch, so you pressed your hand tightly against her mouth to keep her quiet until they stopped looking into the wooded area. Jennie pulled your hand away so she could continue, “Stop being so naïve Y/N. I just needed to know that you wanted this too. And you do.”

You stared at the girl, realizing you didn’t recognize her either. You wanted to scream and call her a psychopath, but goddamn you also wanted to taste her again too. Without a warning you took her face in your hands and kissed her intensely. Instead of kissing you back, she bit your bottom lip roughly and dragged it out.

Jennie struggled to get her words out as you both stood there panting, centimeters from each other’s mouths. “I’m tired of waiting for you Y/N. I want you. And you want me too. So I’m leaving this party to go climb into your bed. And I won’t be wearing much when you find me. Don’t keep me waiting.” With that, Jennie pushed herself off the tree and started walking back towards the house. You turned your back and leaned on the tree for support, feeling how fast your heart was beating with your clammy hand.

“I’m drunk right now. I’m so drunk right now.” You said aloud to yourself as you tried to process what the hell was going on. Your best friend wants to fuck you tonight, meanwhile the boy you’ve been dating is inside with a red cheek. “OMG, Jungkook!” You gasped aloud and hurried inside to make amends with him, only for Yoongi to tell you that he jetted off 15 minutes ago.

“What the hell happened Y/N!? He said you slapped him then left the party! You are the least dramatic person I know, so this doesn’t sound like you at all.” Yoongi admonished you quietly by the front door as his party guests busied themselves with the brand-new keg that had just arrived.

“Ugh Yoongi, I know! I think I‘ve seriously screwed things up and I don’t know how it got away from me. Those two just…they just get my blood boiling!” You covered your eyes as your head thudded against the wall. “Everything’s all screwed up.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and placed his hands on your shoulders. “Y/N, don’t be so dramatic! Jungkook is head over heels for you. I’m sure if you just go over to his place and apologize, he’ll forgive you! As far as Jennie’s concerned…well I don’t know. You’ve really got your hands full with that one.” You groaned as he chuckled humorlessly. “Come, let’s get you some liquid courage so you can deal with your messy life.” Yoongi ushered you forward toward the keg as you reluctantly led the way.

Twenty minutes later you were laughing at the top of your lungs listening to a story from a theatre major. By now, there were twice as many people in the room and the simultaneous conversations occurring made it hard to hear. Your drink sloshed around in your cup as you drunkenly traded stories with the group of people keeping you company. Your entire body was warm and buzzing from all the beer you had consumed in record time. You had finally started to forget about the love triangle you were in before your phone buzzed in your pocket. Without a second thought, you pulled it out to see what the notification was. Jennie texted you a picture. When you unlocked your phone to see what she had sent you, you almost dropped your phone inside of your drink. Holding It to your chest, you looked around to see if anyone had noticed what was on your screen. Since no one seemed to be paying any attention to you, you slowly tipped your phone back to get a better look. It was a picture of Jennie laying on your bed, wearing a red lace lingerie set. You gulped as your eyes traced the curves of her body barely covered by the delicate material. The bright color against her perfect skin turned you on. She was laying sideways on your bed on top of rumpled sheets. Her shiny hair seemed to have been falling off her shoulder mid picture. Her top leg was folded over the other, showing you just a little bit of her ass cheek. Her head rested against her palm and the other laid on her thigh in a pose that said “I’m bored, get over here already.” You chuckled at the thought of her propping the phone up against your windowsill and striking a pose. You knew her like the back of your hand.

You also remembered exactly where that lingerie set was from, because you helped her pick it out. A few months ago, Jennie had dragged you all around the mall during a routine shopping trip. Only this time, to end it off, she led you into an Agent Provocateur to pick out a full set of lingerie. You smiled at the memory of her rudely turning the salesperson away in favor of your expertise. You made your way along the decorated wall, feeling all kinds of fabrics and cups and beaded designs with your fingers until you settled on a beautiful balcony bra with a matching panty, and garter belt.

“Who’s this for?” you remember asking her during check-out.

She blushed and answered simply, “For someone special.”

You locked your phone and put it away to contemplate on what to do. On one hand, Jennie was waiting for you to show her a good time. And boy did you really want to. On the other hand, if you waited too long to make amends with Jungkook you may end up losing him for good. But if you kept Jennie waiting, she might get mad and leave which would prolong your fight. You also weren’t ready to end whatever this thing that was going on between you two was. You sighed and closed your eyes. Either way someone was going to be hurt, and you hated it. What would you even say to Jungkook? What would you say to Jennie? It would be all too easy to just stay here with Yoongi and pretend tonight didn’t happen, but you knew you couldn’t.

However much you tried to simplify the situation, you knew it was way more complicated than just choosing someone. They were both making you feel things you hadn’t felt in a really long time. But it seems Jennie isn’t out of the closet yet, so you knew this thing with her would not be easy by any means. She was also your best friend and continuing to go down this road with her could lead to your friendship being completely over. The thought of never speaking to her again was painful.

You downed the rest of your drink and said your goodbyes to the nice strangers who were sad to see you go. Yoongi was busy chatting up a girl by his bedroom door, so you decided to leave without saying anything to him. As you walked down the block, the brisk air licked at your rosy cheeks, but the alcohol in your system kept you too warm to care. You knew Jungkook’s dorm was only a few blocks away, so you decided to just walk instead of Uber, hoping that the fresh air would clear your head so you’d know just what to say.

After a few minutes, the grey exterior of the residence halls came into sight. Your stomach flip flopped, knowing you’d be seeing Jungkook again. You bit your lip, thinking about how sweet it was that he insisted on making you his girlfriend. You really should try to keep your hands to yourself, what a mess they’ve made tonight.

Once you reached the steps leading to the door of the lobby, you took a seat and called Jungkook. He didn’t answer so you sent him a quick text asking if he could open the door for you. Five minutes passed without any sign of him. You weren’t sure if he was sleeping or just ignoring you. Either way, you weren’t giving up.

12:06 am – Open the door Jeon. We need to talk.

12:07 am – I need to see you right now. Don’t leave me hanging out here.

12:09 am – Please?

The door swung open in the middle of you typing your next text to Jungkook. You turned around to see him holding a frozen bag of peas up to his face as he held the door for you. You smiled with relief and let yourself into the building. As he led the way to his room, you focused on what he looked like from the back. It seemed he had showered and changed into his pajamas on your way here. His pants hung low on his hips, exposing his boxer briefs just a bit. You gulped and looked upwards to deter your inappropriate thoughts. Instead, you focused on how his hair bounced subtly with every step he took. If you were sober, you’d be planning what to say to him right now. Drunk you, however, was content with absorbing every bit of his presence.

You caught the door to his room as Jungkook opened it and entered. He placed the cold pack of vegetables back into his mini fridge then sat down on his bed with a heavy sigh. You stood in the center of his bedroom, unsure of what to do. When he finally looked at you, you realized just how mad he was.

When you refused to speak first, Jungkook initiated the talk, “Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“I told you, I really needed to see you.” Your voice sounded so small you couldn’t believe it was coming from you.

“Y/N…you don’t want to be with me. You should’ve just sent your apology over text. I can take a hint.”

You could understand why he felt this way, but it still upset you nonetheless. You crossed the room to sit next to him on the bed. “Jungkook…I’m sorry that I slapped you. Believe me, I feel really guilty looking at that giant red mark on your cheek. I won’t make excuses for my behavior, but I also need you to understand that what you did tonight was not cool.”

“I know,” Jungkook answered before you could get the rest of your speech out, “What I did to Jennie was fucked and I need to apologize to her. Outing her like that…it definitely wasn’t cool. But Y/N…” He paused to run his fingers through his hair frustratedly. He looked at you and smiled bitterly. “I really fucking like you. I’m just not sure I fit into your life. At least not in the way that I want to be in it.”

You gently turned Jungkook’s face towards you so he could see the honesty in your words. “Jungkook, I really fucking like you too. And I think you’re wrong. I think it’d be really stupid to end things here. As long as we’re both open and honest with each other from now on, I don’t see why we can’t still get to know each other.” Jungkook searched your eyes before looking down at his feet to mull over your words.

You held your breath waiting for his reply. When he finally looked up at you, he said, “Then stay with me tonight.” You stared back at him, knowing the statement wasn’t as innocent as it seemed. If you agreed, then you’d be standing Jennie up. If you left, then things would definitely be over between you. His wide-eyed expression was too much for you to handle. Fuck.

“Sure. I’ll stay.” Jungkook smiled with relief. It was only just past midnight, but you were both already spent. As he laid down and patted the spot beside him, you placed your phone on the nightstand next to him then removed your pants. Climbing over him to claim your spot next to the wall, you laid down on your side to be little spoon. Jungkook reached over and turned off the lamp, leaving you both in the dark.

#bts fanfiction #blackpink fanfic #jungkook smut #jennie smut #bts smut #bangtan smut #bangtan #private #private fanfic #baepop private

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bodyswapmischief · 5 years

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Tales of the Sculptor: Origins

If you passed me on the street, you'd probably not remember who I was. Not because I would make you forget, but because I look so average. I'm not attractive or ugly. I'm not skinny, buff, or fat. I'm some where in between. I wasn't gifted with insane intellectual, creative, or athletic abilities. I was just another face in the crowd.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to be special and I knew I could have it much worse. But, everything change once I developed my abilities. You see, I can change another person's body, but never my own. Bodies becomes clay in my hands and I transform them. I've always tried to use these powers for good. I have help people gain or regain control over their lives. But, every time there is a consequence. The person I transformed gets a part of their personality changed. This has lead to some interesting situations, but also some terrible problems.

In my travels, I have meet others like me. People who have been gifted with transformation and shifting abilities. Whether they be mad scientist, magic users, cursed, or genetically gifted, these individuals all had a unique way of using their powers. Although there has been many people who also used their powers for good, I have witnessed many evil acts done by some with these abilities. And, Now I think I have committed one these horrible acts. I think I have made a mistake.

In these last days, I can only reflect on my journey and how I ended up here. I can only hope who ever reads this collection can find some understanding to what I did and why I did it. So, I guess now it's time to start from the beginning. How I discovered my power and the first person I changed, my origin story.

I discovered these abilities, when I was 18. I had just graduated high school, and decided not to immediately go to college. I had no plans for my life, so wasting money going to college without having a goal seemed like a bad idea. Instead, I went to work and looked for inspiration in the real world. I was free to explore who I was ... well almost. As fate would have it, someone else decided to not seek the college route. My bully, Bruce Mathews, throughout my whole educational life.

In high school, Bruce was the quarterback of the high school football team. He was insanely attractive. His dark hair was perfectly styled. His jawline was chiseled perfectly. His blue eyes stared right into your soul. You could say, I was attracted to him. I mean who wasn't. But he made everyday a living hell. And those feelings of love turn to fear, sadness, and confusion.

To the outside world, he was mister perfect. The whole school was on his side. His body was ripped from his sports workouts. His arms popped with muscle. His legs where made of pure power. His chest looked good, as his pecs strained against his shirt. He was the only person at the school with an 8 pack. He had the body of a god. The girls loved him. The guys wanted to be him. And, the staff/teachers made sure he was taken care of.

He had the power to make or break your social life. If he hated you, you would become an outcast. Name calling and verbal put downs where very common to these poor victims. But, I had it the worst. I was his number one target. As a result, I got the honor of also getting my ass kicked, regularly, by him and the rest of the football team. This ugly side of him ended up getting the better of him, when he decided to drink and drive. He got into a car accident by swerving into a store, in the middle of the night. As a result, he lost his scholarship, got rejected from his college, spent some time in jail, and was indebted into paying for the damages. So ... yeah karma got him. But, it didn't help me. Because now he was still around and even angrier.

I was walking back home, through some old railroad tracks. When I saw Bruce sitting on a log and drinking from a bottle. I quickly looked away from him and start walking past him. But, he got up and walked to me. He was wearing a muscle shirt and his muscular arms were on full display. His chest was rock hard. And, the tight muscle shirt outlined his abs. He grabbed me and pulled me up to his face. His breath smelled like alcohol.

"What the fuck you looking at fag!" He yelled as he pushed me to the floor. He then got on top of me and used his whole weight to pin me down. With the weight of the muscled jock on me it was becoming harder to breathe. With the flexing of his arms, he began punching me. The first few hit my chest and arms. Immediately, I felt an intense pain. And, I didn't know how much more I could have took. Then out of nowhere one hit my face and my eye sight went black for a second. I was completely left dazed. (He is going to kill) I thought to myself.

With a surge of adrenaline, I was able to free my arms. As, he aimed to punch me again, I grabbed his arm. I tried to talk to him, but only disoriented mumbling noises come out of my mouth. Meanwhile he kept drunkenly cursing at me. I felt myself losing the tug of war with his arm, as one of my hands braced his forearm and my other hand cupped his bicep. Suddenly, I felt less force being used to pull away from me. And his rock hard arms start to feel soft and squishy. Suddenly his whole arm slipped out of my grasp.

We both look at his arm, now it was stick thin. The mountain-like bicep was gone. The sturdy forearm was weak a fragile. Even his hand became smaller. It looked deformed on the rest of his big muscular body. "What the fuck did you do ... to me?" He yelled and then he decided to punch me with his other arm. Again, I grabbed it. And another tug of war occurred, with the same results and sensations.

He got off me and stumbled to the ground. I used that as my chance to flee. But, I looked back to see his eye turning red, with tears, as he examined his new arms. Still in a drunken haze of confusion. He saw me running away. He struggled to lift up his heavy body with his weak arms, so he yelled. "Come back you gotta fix this." But, I kept running. Reaching my house, I was extremely tired and instantly fell asleep.

I woke up the next day, confused if yesterdays events even occurred. But, I saw the bruises on my face on body. (Maybe I had some weird concussion induced dream) I thought to myself. My parents already left for work. I got dressed and made my way downstairs. When I heard a knock at the door. I was shocked to see Bruce standing in front of me. His muscular body still towering over me. However, this time he didn't have a form fitting shirt on. Instead, he was wearing an over sized sweater.

He weakly grabbed me by the collar. "Nobody is here right." He whispered. I just nodded yes. Then he tried to push me inside, but he failed to even move me an inch. Instead, I just walked back into the house, allowing him to follow me. He sighed and closed the door, as he followed me inside. I was just speechless and confused. Then he looked me straight in the eye and said "You gotta help me." He started taking off his sweater. Underneath he was shirtless. His massive pecs and 8 pack were the first things to come out. Then. I realized the truth once I saw his tiny arms. (It wasn't a dream).

"You gotta change me ... you gotta help me." He begged. I stood their in disbelief. "I don't even know what I did." I replied. "Look you little shit. I might not have my arms. But, I still have my legs, chest, and abs. If you don't help me, I'm going kick your ass." He yelled. With his small arms he grabbed my hands and weakly pressed them against his body. Scared my instincts took over. Not wanting him to kick my ass and wanting to fix what I did to him, I slid my hands to his arms. Again they felt soft, but with each heart beat they pumped up with muscle. Suddenly, he pushed me away.

"What the fuck are you doing." He yelled. "I want you to drain me from my muscles, not give them back." "What!?" I gasped in absolute shock. "Why?" "I realized something after, I sobered up and calmed down, yesterday. I hate my body. I always have. I hate being a big strong muscle jock." He said with complete honesty, while I stood there with my mouth open in shock. "I'm gay by the way. No one knows. Everyone excepts me to be this tough guy. But, I want to be small. I want a big strong man to take care of me. The truth is I had a crush on you in school. But, I hated that fact. So, I took it out by kicking your ass. By making you the monster." His voice now pained with guilt and regret. "Truth is ... I wanna be a twink" he shook his head and laughed "And now you can help ... you can change me. I already ruined this life. Turn me into a completely different person, so I can start again."

I looked at him. My bully confessing everything to me. All the things he did to me, why would I help him? But, my moral compass took the best of me. And , I placed my hands on his rock hard body. Instantly muscle evaporated off his body. His thick arms became sticks again. His chest flattened out, as I rubbed my hands on them. His abs were washed away with one brush of my hands. I continued rubbing different parts of his body. As these parts became clay in my hands, they started to shrink and become less defined. Less muscular. Smaller. Suddenly he started shrinking, until he was smaller then me. I made some changes to his face, but for the most part kept it the same. My hands slipped as I accidentally touched his crotch, shrinking his dick and balls as a result. He only moaned out in pleasure. His transformation was done as he cummed, all over the floor. His eyes glazed over.

"I'm sooo ... sorry for everything I put you through." He said to me. His voice was softer and lost any ounce of toughness. "I hope you can forgive me" he continued. Any presence of power left him. Now in front of me was a timid little twink. I understood what happened. I changed him and now his personality shifted. "Um ... now that your the big one. I mean you don't have to. But, since I have had a crush on you. And, I'd like to repay you. Can you ... um please... um fuck me." He shyly said, his checks becoming red.

I just nodded. As we embraced each other. Slowly making out. My body wrapped around his smaller frame. He adjust to suck my dick. And, I chuckled in disbelief, as my ex bully is now the little weak one who just wants to please me. I lift him up on the bed. With erotic thoughts of his transformation in my head, I shoved my hard on into his tight little ass. We both climaxed and laid next to each other, catching our breath.

He leaned over and kissed me. "Thank You." He said. He took my clothes and walked out of my home. They were still to big for him, but they fit better than his old ones. I never heard from him again. But, I heard he made his way to California to live the best off his twink life.

That was my first time having sex and the first use of my power. It is also, only, the first part of my story.

#male #body #swap #mischief #transformation #tf #stories #muscle #theft #twink #TotS #One Life

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nightowlfandom · 5 years

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Kim Namjoon- Mixing Business With Pleasure (Office AU) Part 1

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE

Leggo!

If this sounds familiar it probably is, I’m not in a creative space today since my request box is emptyyyyy. A part of this was inspired by a scene in the Webtoon let’s play where Sam stands up to Charles and it’s still to this day my most favorite part of that Webtoon. Like yes girl, tell him! Gosh I loved her aah!

Also I know that nobody probably cares but would anyone like me to post a playlist of my inspiration/writing list. I kind of want you all to know what goes through my brain when I’m typing. I’m probably gonna do it anyways so just like yah

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You were grateful your aunt had managed to get you a job here, she just didn’t tell you what a complete bully the boss was. You liked to stay out of his way other than do what you were supposed to, bring him papers and what not.

That didn’t stop your constant run-ins though. He was pretty cold. You were surprised that his heart wasn’t made of ice either. He shamelessly used his charm to get out of getting his ass kicked though and it baffled you.

“Get it done.” Namjoon slammed the folder down onto the desk of the girl next to you. “Or you’re fired.”

“Y-yes sir!” the girl looked like she was on the verge of a freakout as she began typing. “You.” he pointed to you. “When you of the phone with Mr. Jung, bring the report to my office.”

“Yes sir.” you said, holding back the urge to roll your eyes.

You had a history with Namjoon, that dated all the way back to high school. You didn’t like going back in the past but it was no mystery why he was the way he was. It had nothing to do with you, but since you were the best friend of the girl he was dating with (who dumped him), it got you some...points. That’s another story though.

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“Mr. Ki-”

“So you got it done?” Namjoon took the documents from you.

“Yes sir.” you replied. “He said that he will definitely be working with you in the future, I just had to convince him...by that I mean beg.” you mumbled.

“Is that a new perfume?” he suddenly asked. “You smell different.”

“Uh...yeah.” you trailed off. “Is that an issue? Is the smell too-”

“No...It’s nice. It fits you, you should wear it more often.” he looked down at the papers. Your silence made him speak further. “It was a compliment Y/N.”

“Oh..thank you sir.” you said. “I’ll get back to work.” you smiled, bowing a little. You exited the office, about to go back to your desk when you were blocked.

Office mean girl, no stupid wannabe korean drama lifestyle if fit without them. Don’t forget the useless, brainless followers to match.

“It looks like my computer is malfunctioning, so I hope you don’t mind me asking you do send out some emails for me.” she said. Whatever the hell her name was.

“Um, I have my own work to do and doing your work doesn’t seem like a fun time.”

“Well either fix my computer or do my work, there’s no in between.” she looked bored.

“How about a fist between the eyes.” you suddenly found yourself saying.

“Ugh! How violent!”

“You have been a pain in my ass since the day I met you, you know that” you asked. “Why Mr.Kim hired you I will never understand since you don’t have the capacity to-.”

“Are you jealous of her Y/N.” her friend said cut you off, smirking. “You didn’t get the promotion you wanted and now your all mad.”

“Hm...Y/N can’t help it that she’s mediocre and oops!-”

You were suddenly greeted by the feeling of something hot, thankfully not burning liquid. you sniffed your now brown stained shirt. Coffee.

“What’s going on here!?” You heard Mr. Kim storm in upon hearing the round of “OOOOOHHSS” from onlookers

Namjoon was surprised to say the least to see you standing there, soaking wet.

“Oh No...I’m sorry! It was an accident.” she laughed, not knowing Namjoon was watching the two of you. You could see him out the corner of your eye....and y’know what...fuck it. Namoon saw the coffee dripping down from your hair to your clothes....fuck...it

Crack!

You wanted to say you weren’t aware of what you were doing in that moment but you knew full and well what you were doing and why. You had enough of her constant belittlement and sabotage of your work. You didn’t care if you had gotten fired that day, in fact that would only add to the victory. It just felt good to feel her nose crack under the force of your knuckles.

“Oh my god! She punched me! My nose!!!” she screeched, pointed at you.

“YOU WANT ME TO DO IT AGAIN!” You threatened getting closer. She could only scramble to back away. No one came to her aid or anything, they were too busy looking at you. “I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU. I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS JOB, AND I AM DONE!”

She looked up and saw Namjoon and instantly pointed at you. “She’s crazy!! She punched me for no reason! Fire her!!!” she cried. “She started it!” she lied.

“Y/N...a word please?” he said lowly, a glare etched on his face. Begrudgingly, you followed, crossing your arms. You looked around, your fist clenched. “If none of you have any work to do, I’ll be happy to give you a stack of paperwork.” he barked. You walked into Namjoon’s office, only to hear him slam the door shut. “Now before I lash out and fire you, I’m assuming you’re aware of the company policy of no fighting?”

“Fire me??!?! You’re seriously talking about firing me?!?!” you laughed in an over-exaggerated tone, but really you were fighting back new emotions welling up.

“Are you crying?” he asked, looking taken aback. “Y/N L/N Are you really crying right now?!?!”

“...I’m covered...head to toe...in hot coffee and the first time I defend myself, you’re threatening to fire me!. What the hell do you think I’m doing?!!? Have you any idea what goes on outside your office walls!!!”

“I know that I saw you react to playground bullying by breaking a presteigious worker’s nose.” he said as if what he was was factual.

“Y-you think that idiot is presteigious, she’s been getting everyone to do her job for her since she was even hired!” your office voice was gone and the real Y/N was starting to break free. “You’d have to be real fucking stupid to think she’s anything other than useless.”

Before you could say another word, Namjoon began unbuttoning his shirt. “Take off your shirt.” he sighed.

“I’m sorry?” your eyes widened.

“Your shirt is covered in coffee and you are not returning to work looking. So take off your shirt and put this one on.” he said again, holding out the shirt he had just taken off his body. “I keep a spare in my briefcase.”

. “I’m going to have a word with Ms.Na.” he exited the room.

Ah so what was her name...

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The next day you had walked into the building, still very upset from yesterday. Namjoon had called you into his office with a proposition...

“Apologize!?!?!” You were taken aback at his words. You had leaned against the door with your arms crossed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Yes. Ms.L/N” Namejoon warned. “Please don’t raise your voice at me. I only saw what I saw and if what i saw was you punch Ms. Na in the nose, then I have to set punishments accordingly.”

“Oh so forget the fact that she just poured hot coffee on my head an tried to degrade me-”

“You know what Ms.L/N, you leave me no choice-”

“ NO! Do You know what Mr.Kim. Instead of being standoffish and rude to people why don’t you try being nice for once in your miserable life. Has it ever occured to you that maybe being kind and actually smiling for one would actually make you a few friends. Maybe you want me to apologize to her because you and her are one and the same. You aren’t afraid to be mean and hateful towards people if it means you get what you want! People aren’t scared of you’re because you’re the boss, they’re scared of you because all you do is bully and scare people into think they’re gonna lose their jobs if they don’t do what you want. Well you know what? I am fed up! Fire me if you want but I refuse to stand by and let you or anyone bully me anymore! I refuse to apologize to that little brat and if you think for one second I will then you have lose your mind,” you spat, exhaling sharply. You had said everything in one breath so you had no idea what you said. “...S-Sir.” you added on politely.

Oh no, now that came out of nowhere, oh man...oh man oh man oh man.

Mr.Kim’s face was blank or at least blank in the sense that he wasn’t glaring into your soul. Suddenly, he smirked. He began laughing a little too. He reached out his hand, smirking a little. He untucked your shirt that you hadn’t bothered to fix and straightened out your collar.

“Hm...Spoken like a true future boss. So You finally stand up to me.” he chuckled. “I knew I liked you Y/N” he bit his lip. He laughed a little straightened up your necklace. “Maybe I should have given you that promotion.” he sighed.

“Then why didn’t you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I was testing you.” his fingertips moved up to move your hair out of your face. “And I think you just may have passed. However, you can’t be a boss without looking the part.”

“So...does this mean I get to keep my job?”

“Yes Y/N.....” he chuckled. “You can keep your job.”

“Mr. Ki-” the door opened and since you were standing in front of the door.

“Ack!” you stumbled forward, falling right into Namjoon’s arms. Your noses bumped against one another, his lips brushing yours momentarily.

“Oh, it looks like you two are busy sooo-” the door closed.

You yanked yourself back, standing up straight. “I am so sorry sir! I didn’t mean to- I fell...I’m just....Bye now!” You squeaked, bolting out of the room.

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