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sweetfushi · 1 month

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SYNOPSIS. making others jealous of you.

TAGS. iwaizumi, bokuto, ushijima x reader.

hajime iwaizumi:

— A few of the participating teams flow out the gym in their groups while you wait for Iwaizumi. You spot Oikawa walk out the gym with a skip in his step, Iwaizumi in tow as he glowers at his friend's public display of joy. "Can you not? You're going to jinx our next game," your beloved husband murmurs.

— Oikawa spots you from afar and makes a beeline for you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and ruffling your hair. "You here to congratulate us, Y/N? You're too good to us," he places a hand on his chest, touched by your alleged gesture. You can already hear a few girls from the other teams whispering at not only Oikawa's presence, but Iwaizumi's too.

— Lately, Iwaizumi had become popular amongst the college students, almost everyone recognising him for effortless talent in volleyball. However, that meant that he was rivalling Oikawa's fanbase because wherever they went meant that both of them gained the squeals and excited whispers of students.

— Evidently, Iwaizumi didn't care about the longing stares of the girls from the other team as he pressed a kiss to your awaiting lips. "Thanks for coming, baby," he smiles softly, eyes scanning your face to ease his nerves after such an exhilarating game. "You hungry?" He asks, letting you link your arm with his as Oikawa walked on the other side of him.

— You spot a few girls stunned by sudden display of affection (as this had been the first time you had met Iwa after a game), some wiggling their eyebrows to congratulate your absolute catch of a husband, while others evidently wished to be in your place (while a few of the male students wished to be the one you linked your arm with).

— "Yeah," you sigh. "I'm starving," you laugh, the confirmation all Oikawa needed before bursting into an array of suggestions. "You know, there's this new ramen place down the street, it's right opposite the bus stop, we have to go." You and Iwa share a glance, a silent agreement. "Yeah, why not?"

kotaro bokuto:

— As you walk into the gym, you spot Bokuto talking to a couple of seemingly infatuated girls. He seemed to be demonstrating his spiking method as he was jumping around and swinging his arms around enthusiastically. His voice could be heard from outside the gym let alone when one stood in it.

— At the sight of you, his eyes light up significantly and he excuses himself from the girls to charge towards you and tackle you into his arms, lifting you high in a crushing yet heart-fluttering embrace. "You came! Late, but you came," he exclaims ecstatically, placing you back down on the ground when you start to slap his shoulder at your lack of oxygen. "You should've seen me this practice round, damn was I amazing or was I amazing?" He flaunts, grinning at you but directing the boast at Akaashi, who smiles faintly as both Bokuto's validation and his greeting to you.

— The girls Bokuto was previously talking to seem startled by his sudden display of affection, albeit not offended. They giggle when he begins peppering your face with kisses, mumbling adorable affirmations in between each one (things such as "I love you so much" and "you are so beautiful", even "it's so hard having such a gorgeous wife because it means I miss her all the time").

— You blush at each word, having to eventually push him away with a breathy laugh. "You got another round?" You ask, nodding towards the others who seem to be feeding back to each other. "Oh yeah, you have to watch me, baby," he insists, grabbing your hand and ensuring you sit in a middle row on the bleachers (far enough to not get hit but close enough to still see every bit of the action).

— The girls he was previously talking to are packing their stuff and start walking up the bleacher stairs. On their way to the gym's exit, they flash you a thumbs up and whisper "we are so jealous of you right now" with evident excitement in their voices. They giggle at your blush and thanks, waving you goodbye before leaving.

wakatoshi ushijima:

— Ushijima is not one for public displays of affection, but his method of displaying it is noticeable (at least to his teammates). You're walking with three of your friends to the diner the team invited you to after an allegedly 'boringly easy' game (according to Tendou's words). When you enter the late 1980s styled diner, the bell ringing upon your entrance catches the attention of Semi and Goshiki, who both sit up and wave you over.

— You sit next to Ushijima while your friends squeeze in between the others. Ushijima stares at you for a moment, observing you, before smiling softly and greeting you. His hand finds your knee under the table, tracing circles with his thumb. "I already ordered you a milkshake, but take some time to order some food too," he suggests, handing you the menu with a subtle yet detectable shift closer to you.

— Although your friends each have a crush of their own on other members of Shiratorizawa, they don't deny the chemistry between you and Ushijima (so they're not ones to be jealous of you spitefully, rather be envious of your relationship as they wish to have the same with their crushes).

— As aforementioned, Ushijima is not greatly into PDA, so the most he will do is wipe a stain of ketchup off your cheek, or perform acts of service such as placing all your favourite sauces near you and unwrapping your straw for you. You're engaged in a conversation with Goshiki about the best breed of cat as you feel Ushijima's gaze burn into the side of your face.

— You try to contain your blush the best you can, but fail spectacularly when Semi smirks at you, openly acknowledging your embarrassment. You glare at him in a failed attempt to divert his attention, but he shrugs and sips on his own drink as he observes Ushijima's infatuation with you. He and the other members are not used to anything but demands and feedback from their captain, so seeing him like this? It almost makes them jealous of what you two have.

#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #bokuto x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #ushijima #bokuto #iwaizumi #haikyuu fanfic

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gigabyte-flare · 10 months

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Insatiable (Part 3) [FINALE]

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: The hunt is on. How far can you run?

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: yandere plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Extreme violence and gore, biting, dubcon, forced breeding, gross las plagas-y things, death, mentions of un-aliving. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

A/N: I present the thrilling conclusion to this greatly anticipated part! I want to thank everyone for their support: for reading, liking and reblogging! I never expected this series to blow up at all. While, yes, this is the conclusion, I absolutely plan on revisiting yandere plagas!Leon, he was so much fun to write. I hope this part meets everyone's expectations! I also want to take a moment to showcase another one of @chanif-art's Yandere Plagas!Leon pieces, I love the way they portray him!

"Baby, I'm preying on you tonight, hunt you down, eat you alive. Just like animals, animals, like animals, —mals. Maybe you think that you can hide, I can smell your scent from miles. Just like animals, animals, like animals, —mals."

You run as fast as your legs allow you into the parking garage, opting for the stairs instead of the elevator. You take two steps at a time to get yourself up to where you parked your car faster. You don’t dare look back, you know Leon is hot on your trail. You can hear gunfire, screaming and the sounds of death from whence you came.

Getting onto the third floor of the parking garage, you spot your car on the far side and you sprint, practically throwing yourself at your car once you get there. You rip open the driver’s side door and climb inside, immediately locking the doors when you get in. Fishing your keys out of your pocket, you accidentally drop them onto the floor.

“Fuck!”

You bend down at an awkward angle to pick them up, hooking your finger around the keyring and sitting back up where you are met with Leon staring at you, his clawed hands pressed against the glass of your driver’s side window. You suck in a breath, your eyes locked onto his blood red eyes.

“Found you!” he says, a sadistic grin forming on his face.

You see his sharpened canine teeth once he fully grins; he opens his mouth and you watch as a set of mandibles come out from inside his mouth, a low guttural growling sound coming out of him. This is nothing like the nightmare you had.

This is a thousand times worse.

You let out a blood curdling scream before you turn your attention back to starting your car, shoving your key into the ignition and turning the car over. The car roars to life, you immediately throw it in drive and slam your foot on the gas, launching forward as you turn the wheel to the left, drifting around the bend to go down the ramp to get out of the parking garage.

You get to the bottom, busting through the barrier to get onto the street. You swerve through traffic, trying to get onto the interstate as quickly as possible. However, the gridlock traffic on the on ramp makes that impossible, so you continue to swerve through traffic in the heart of the city. You look in your rear view mirror, your stomach sinking at the sight of Leon keeping up with you, jumping on and over cars as he chases after you.

You make a split second decision to turn left down an alleyway and you gun it, the tires squealing on the pavement. However, you slam on the breaks when you see that Leon stands in your way. Your hands white knuckling on the steering wheel as the two of you stare at each other. You furrow your brows and scream in rage as you slam your foot onto the gas pedal, hoping you can take him out with your car.

Oh, sweetheart, that is a big mistake.

He grins, holding his hands out in front of him to catch your car. His clawed hands leave indents in the front of your car as he plants his feet into the ground as your wheels spin and spin and spin until one of them finally bursts into pieces. Your vehicle now severely crippled, he walks over to the driver’s side, ripping the door clean off the car. He watches as you try to cower to the passenger’s side.

It’s futile. He reaches in, grabbing you and pulling you out of the car. He wraps his arms around you as if you were a long lost lover, one of his hands gripping the back of your head as he embeds his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply like you were a drug. You smell absolutely divine.

“Leon Kennedy!” he hears a man shout from one of the ends of the alleyway.

Leon turns his head, seeing a large group of men with guns pointed at him. Leon turns his head the other way, seeing they’ve completely blocked him in the alley.

“Let the girl go, Leon!”

Leon looks back over at the man, his tail whipping back and forth as a low growl emanates from his throat.

“No,” Leon says, narrowing his eyes, “she’s mine.”

“Don’t do this Leon! Let her go and we can end this peacefully!”

He feels you trembling in his embrace, too stunned to fight back or even scream. Grinning at the man threatening him, he bares his fangs, a low growl coming from the back of his throat. Then he looks down at you, your terrified gaze looking back up at him. Grabbing your face, he forces your mouth open. You start screaming when his mandibles come out of his mouth again. His mouth latches onto yours, his mandibles clawed into the sides of your face, preventing you from pulling away. His eyes roll into the back of his head as his body convulses before a Plagas egg slips inside of your mouth, causing you to gag. Releasing his mouth from yours, his mandibles retracting back into his mouth, he leans back as you cough profusely.

“Swallow. It.” he growls at you.

You have no choice but to swallow, otherwise you would have likely choked. The stress from this whole ordeal must have been too much because you faint in Leon’s arms afterwards. Leon throws you over his shoulder and jumps straight up into the air. A flurry of bullets shoot around him as he lands on the roof of the building, running across it at a terrifying speed. He leaps from rooftop to rooftop with the grace and agility of a jaguar; his pursuers found it impossible to keep up with him.

There’s an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, a perfect place for Leon to settle down and enjoy his mate. Landing nimbly onto the ground in front of the factory, he struts inside with his prize still unconscious over his shoulder.

Your eyes snap open and you sit up; your whole body trembling as you start violently coughing into your hands. You look down, your eyes widening when you see that your hands are covered in your blood; you feel it trickle down your bottom lip and chin. Suddenly, it came back to you, Leon had infected you. You start hyperventilating, your eyes wide, darting around to your surroundings. You deduce that you’re in some kind of large abandoned building, the rays of the sun at dusk fracturing through the decaying structure.

You turn around, sucking in a breath when you see Leon sitting nonchalantly about an arm’s length away from you with a smirk on his lips and a look on his eyes that could only be described as lustful.

“How are you feeling, love?” Leon asks before he emits a low, almost purr like sound from his throat.

“Where the fuck did you bring me?”

He furrows his eyebrows at you, “somewhere safe until I can find us a place for you to safely give birth to our offspring.”

“Excuse me?!” You say with a gasp, pushing yourself away from him.

“Calm down,” he growls, “I haven’t done anything to you, yet. It’s not fun to copulate when my mate is unconscious.”

“I am not your mate!”

He begins to chuckle, shaking his head before locking his red eyes onto yours, “I wouldn’t be so sure, I should bet money on how long it’ll take for me to make you scream my name.”

“Oh hell no!” you say as you scramble to your feet and start to run.

You don’t get very far, however, as you feel something coil around your leg and pull you back onto the ground. Within moments, Leon pounces on top of you, pressing himself into your back, pinning you to the ground. You realize it was his tail that had coiled around your leg. His clawed hands pin your arms to the ground.

“Don’t you dare run,” he purrs, bringing his lips up to your ear, “I don’t like to chase.”

You feel his hardening member pressing up against your bottom as he grinds his hips into you. He buries his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply before trailing kisses from your head to your shoulder before sinking his sharp teeth into your skin. You scream, your body tensing up against the excruciating pain in your shoulder.

He unlatches himself from your shoulder, letting out a lust filled growl before climbing off you. You try to crawl away, but he grabs you by the hips, flipping you over onto your back. He sits up on his haunches, breathing heavily as he looks down at you, his eyes filled with desire. You watch his tail move back and forth and his back claws flex, ready to strike at you if you try to run again.

You watch as he grabs his shirt with both hands, ripping it apart to expose his chest. Even his chest is covered in those dark veins; you suspect his whole body is. Still staring down at you, he undoes his belt before he stands up to discard his pants and underwear. You can’t help but stare up at him in awe, feeling your skin crawl as you stare.

“Feel that?” he says, climbing back on top of you, slipping his hands under your shirt to pull it off over your head, “do you feel the pull between us? We were made for each other, love.”

There’s a sudden ear piercing ringing in your ears, causing you to wince and whimper as you grasp the sides of your head.

Give in to me.

Your eyes widen when you hear Leon speak inside your mind. This has to be a side effect of the Plagas, you had read reports of its mind controlling abilities; you never thought in a million years you’d experience it first hand.

I will make you love me.

The ringing finally stops; you hesitantly lower your hands away from your face, his face hovering just above yours. He presses his lips against yours, kissing you aggressively as his hands work to remove your pants. Once he gets your pants off, he sits back up on his haunches before spreading your legs apart. He licks his lips upon seeing the dark wet spot on your underwear.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he says, a purring sound emanating from him before he continues, “so nice and wet for me.”

He leans forward, grabbing the hem of your underwear with his teeth and dragging them slowly off your body. Once your underwear is off, he practically launches himself between your legs, his face buried in your folds as he inhales deeply before running his tongue over your slit. He props your legs over his shoulders as he starts to fuck you with his tongue, which almost seems longer than a normal tongue would be as his nose rubs into your clit.

You let out a moan as you throw your head back, your fingers digging into the ground as your legs squeeze against his shoulders. You cry out when you start to hear the painful ringing again.

That's it, cum for me. Cum on my tongue.

Leon growls, the vibration shooting through your entire body. You are driven so close to the edge, causing tears to flow from your eyes.

“Oh… oh god… oh fuck… L-Leon!” you scream, “I’m… I’m gonna cum…!”

You feel Leon smile into your folds, his tongue still buried in your cunt.

What a good girl you are! Didn’t I tell you I’d have you screaming my name?

He lets out another growl, this time it’s enough to make you fall apart on his tongue. He moans, lapping up your juices as they flow out of you. He pulls his tongue out of your leaking hole, his mouth soaked in your orgasm. He licks his lips clean before he climbs back on top of you, his throbbing cock pressing against your slit.

“It’s time to breed this beautiful pussy.” he says with a sinister smile.

Leon looks directly into your eyes as he pushes himself into your body, watching as you squirm beneath him as he fills you. When his hips and yours meet, he stays still for a moment admiring the sight of your two bodies together as one. He cages your body with his arms and back claws, thrusting in you at a steady but powerful pace. His eyes trail down your body, taking in the sight of your breasts bouncing in your bra with each thrust. He reaches with one hand, grasping your bra and ripping it clean off. He sits up and grasps your thighs, pushing you back into a mating press and quickening his thrusts inside you, eliciting loud, desperate moans out of you.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice breathy as he fucks you ruthlessly, “such a good girl for me.”

“Oh god… shi-- L-Leon!” you moan, running your fingers through your own hair as you throw your head back, already on the edge of another orgasm.

His pupils dilate as he stares at you and to his pleasure, watches as black veins start appearing on your body; you are transforming quickly. He attributed that to being in your presence, since he is your mate. He can feel himself getting close; he leans down, latching his mouth onto one of your breasts, making a purring sound as he sucks on you hard. He reaches down to your clit, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb as his other hand grabs your other breast, squeezing hard.

The sounds of your screams, whimpers and moans is music to Leon’s ears as he marks your breasts with bruises and bite marks. He feels you tug on his hair gently and he looks up at you, only to find you staring at him, your eyes gazed over in lust, your pupils now touched with red like his own. Seeing you like this sends him over the edge.

“You’re so beautiful,” Leon growls, moving back up to you to kiss you deeply.

He feels your pussy clench around his cock, sending him over the edge as he pushes impossibly deep into you, shooting his load into you as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into an embrace as you moan his name over and over.

At that moment, a set of doors bursts open on the other side of the room, and Leon watches as a flood of men with guns rushes in, taking aim at him. Leon holds you against him with one arm, the other propping him up as he glares at the men, a low, menacing growl coming out of him. Your arms and legs instinctively wrap around him as he starts to stand up, his member still twitching inside of you.

“Put her down, Leon,” says the man that originally threatened him in the alley; Leon concluded that he is probably the squad leader.

“You’re too late,” Leon says with a grin, “her transformation is nearly complete and I’ve claimed her with my seed.”

He pulls himself out of you and holds you bridal style. He can feel you trembling, but you’re trembling from your orgasm, your breaths slow and heavy as you nuzzle in his embrace.

“You bastard!” the squad leader shouts, firing his gun at Leon.

Leon is too fast, however, he sidesteps the gunfire and rushes at the group of men, his tail thrusting forward, impaling the squad leader before whipping around, decapitating several men in a single swing. The rest of them stand there stunned for a moment before opening fire. Leon, while still holding you in his arms, moves gracefully in the midst of the bullets, impaling a few more of the men easily with his tail. What’s left of the men quickly lose morale, dropping their guns and rushing out of the abandoned factory.

Leon watches the men flee, a look of content on his face as he looks down at you. Leon turns, approaching a forest that lies beyond the abandoned factory. With a single, graceful jump, he lands in the trees, disappearing into the night.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #yandere!leon kennedy x reader #yandere!leon kennedy #plagas!leon kennedy #plagas!leon kennedy x reader #gigabyte writes #insatiable

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nonstoplover · 2 years

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a moment to remember ~ pierre gasly (pg10)

my masterlist | my f1 masterlist

pairing: pierre gasly x single mom!reader

summary: the time she and her son accidentally meet his favourite f1 driver on the street and the time they meet him again at the race. | here's pt.2 to this fic

words: 4.2K

warnings: fluff, pierre with a kid (that deserves a warning in itself, because oh my god just the thought makes me cry), the kid has a name (Austin), no beta reading + english isn't my first language

a/n: idk why but i have baby fever these days and honestly, pierre is THE perfect dad material honestly. i knew i had to write pierre with kids one day, and that day came today.

ps. i've never been to a gp so i have no clue how these things work and if i wrote it anything close to realistic or not.

please don't be a ghost reader! all feedback is well appreciated!

Her son wriggles his hand out of hers with newfound strength and bolts down the street as fast as his small feet can carry him before she can even comprehend what has caused his sudden stop mid-walk just a second beforehand.

As she starts rushing after him, hoping that he won't fall in his haste, she notices him come to a halt at a man's legs. He pokes the stranger's thigh to get his attention, and as soon as the man's eyes move down at the small figure, the boy starts speaking. Or more like squealing, to be fair. She can hear it even from afar, his high, excited voice the wind carries to her ears.

He seems unstoppable, words flowing out of his mouth as if he doesn't even need to breathe. By the time she arrives to the two of them, the kid has started telling the man the story of how he's been a fan of Formula One since he was two years old, how he doesn't even remember life without it, and how even his first word was race car. It's his favourite story to tell, she can't even count on two hands how many times she's listened to it already, but right now she has no clue why he had the sudden urge to pour it on a stranger he saw on the street.

Then her eyes move up and take in the sight of the man listening patiently to her son, and suddenly her breath catches in her throat. It's Pierre Gasly. The man her son has been obsessed with in the past years, his favourite F1 driver. How on earth did they meet him so randomly?

"I'm so sorry," (y/n) speaks up as soon as her son takes a momentary pause, probably to gather some more oxygen, just after announcing happily that they have tickets for Sunday's race and that he literally can't wait to be there. She gently grabs the little boy's shoulder to pull him a bit further away from the driver, trying to give some of his personal space back to him.

"It's completely okay," he smiles at her, eyes finally leaving the boy for the first time since he appeared by his feet.

What surprises him though is that gorgeous face that looks back at him with a worried – and adorable – expression playing on her features. Somehow he didn't expect something like this, such a beautiful, young woman standing next to him.

"I know it's hard to control kids so young when they get excited," he chuckles, making her giggle in response.

"Ugh, don't even get me started, they can be awful," (y/n) rolls her eyes playfully, the joking tone unmistakeable in her voice. She slightly leans down to be more at her son's level, "right, kiddo?"

Her son blushes furiously. "Don't make me look bad in front of him!" he exclaims, not so discreetly pointing at the man.

"Oops, sorry, Aust," she bites her bottom lip to stop the laughter threatening to bubble out. "Didn't mean to."

"It's okay," the little boy offers with a sigh that is just so adult-like that it makes Pierre chuckle once more.

Glancing down at her son she sees the idea forming in his mind right before he turns to her, beckoning her to lean even further down to his level. "I want his autograph!" he whispers in her ear, though his voice is still so loud that she's more than sure Pierre can hear it clearly too.

As she's moving her hand to fish out the sharpie from her bag she always keeps there just in case she ever needed it, she mumbles back to him. "Why don't you ask him nicely, you know, like we practised?"

(y/n) takes a quick glance up at the driver waiting patiently for them to finish the conversation between themselves, hoping that his son doesn't take too long and they don't delay him too much from wherever he was going to go. What she doesn't know is that he would always make time for a small kid, no matter what is on his schedule next. He loves kids, and when he sees them being so into Formula One, he somehow sees himself in them. And knowing how much it meant to little Pierre, he can never deny them this pleasure of having a word or two with him.

"Can you sign this for me, please?" the little boy asks, holding out the sharpie and his baseball cap, high up in the air.

Pierre squats down, already smiling wide and nodding. "Of course!"

(y/n) feels warmth in her chest just watching the two interact, thinking of how grateful she is for the driver to be so nice and lovely with her son, knowing that it will mean the world to him for probably all his life. Pierre scribbles on the material and hands the items back to the boy, who squeals loudly, turning to his mom to show off his new possession. "Look!"

She giggles, lightly shaking her head at her son's antics. He definitely got this from her, getting so enthusiastic about little things as a fan. When she looks back up again, she finds Pierre already staring at her. When caught, he swiftly clears his throat, that soft smile again adorning his face.

"Nephew? Or just babysitting?" he asks the first thing that comes to mind as he tries to spark some small talk, not yet wanting to say goodbye to her. Seeing the surprise that comes to her face he's quick to backtrack. "Sorry. I don't know why I asked that, you don't have to answer, it's not my place at all to ask this–"

She lets out a small laugh watching him chatter away. "It's okay," she stops him mid-sentence with a hand gently and momentarily laid on his arm. "He's my son, actually."

His eyes widen and she chuckles again, seeing his reaction. She will never get tired of seeing the absolute shock on people's faces. Pierre shakes his head to get out of the trance he's got in. "I'm sorry. I just figured you're too young to have a kid his age," he explains, though mentally he could slap himself, because why the hell did he say that out of all the possible things he could say?

"It's okay, honestly," she repeats. "People often think that. Or that he's my brother, that's very common too. I guess I just look a lot younger than I actually am," her shoulders move in a shrugging motion. "And it probably doesn't help a lot that it's just us two together people see all the time, not a complete family."

Before he could respond to that, his phone starts ringing, and with an apologetic smile flashed her way, he answers the call. (y/n) softly grabs her kid's arm to tug him away from the driver, trying to give him the privacy he deserves. When Pierre glances back at them, she waves with her free hand, mouthing a quick thank you to him before lacing her fingers with the little boy's and walking away.

They've taken enough time from the driver already.

- - - three days later - - -

On Sunday, she, her son and her brother are at the race taking place near their town, waiting close to the gates to catch at least a few drivers for Austin to be able to add more signatures to his treasured collection.

Pierre has been thinking about her almost non-stop, even though he knows there's a big chance that he'll never see her again in his life. And it's just so stupid. It's not like she's definitely single anyway – the two probably have someone waiting at home for them. The boy's father. But then why did she say it's always just 'them two' and not a 'complete family'? The driver can't help but get his hopes up high.

Walking towards the gates his eyes move along the crowd that has gathered there, no matter how hard his inner voice tries to tell him to stop and focus on the race ahead of him. Because of his phone call the other day that interrupted his conversation with her, he didn't have a chance to ask them where they will be at the race, or if he'll see them again. But then his glance lands on the familiar sight of the young boy jumping up and down, having just gotten a photo taken with Charles.

Pierre's heartbeat quickens, looking up behind the boy to see the young woman standing there, an Alpha Tauri cap on top of her head – oh, lord. He just makes his mind up to go there and just talk to her again, his feet already taking him closer when her son turns and after proudly thrusting the just signed piece of paper in the air, showing it off to someone standing next to his mom, he's lifted in the air by a pair of strong arms – arms not belonging to her.

The driver lets his gaze follow the movement and all of a sudden he feels a lump in his throat as he's staring at the man next to her, grinning wide at the young boy in his arms, high in the air. They say hope dies last, and for Pierre the saying worked perfectly. He's been hopeful until this very moment that she is indeed single, but right now it definitely seems that she's not, he concludes sourly as she shares a laugh with the man.

He ponders not even going up to them anymore, not wanting to disturb the family's joy, but then it's already too late as her eyes suddenly connect with his. She probably felt his eyes on her. The smile that's just gotten somewhat smaller on her lips as her previous laughter faded widens again and she waves at him, her motion somewhat shy as if she's not sure he remembered them. He can't fight the smile that curls on his lips just at the simple sight of her smile being directed his way. There's no going back now, he thinks and continues his way.

"Hi!" she greets him, patting her son's back in the meantime to get his attention. "Austin, look who's here!"

The little boy turns in the other man's arm, twisting his body to have a better look and then squeals with delight.

"How are you?" she asks casually, grabbing his attention back easily as the kid holds out the paper in his direction, saying something about wanting to have two signatures from him because he's his favourite.

"Fine, thanks. Bit nervous," Pierre glances up for a moment to smile at her whilst he's signing his name next to his friend, Charles' autograph.

"Well, good luck for today, I hope you'll have a great race. We'll be rooting for you!"

Her words make him happy – impossibly happy considering that he doesn't even know her. Trying to control himself he mumbles a soft thank you before offering to get a picture with the little boy, remembering how the other day they didn't have the chance to do so because of that damned phone call.

Austin shakes his head, but before the surprise can show itself on Pierre's face, he gives an explanation to his decision. "I want to have a picture after the race, when you won."

The driver's heart gets warmer at the little boy's enthusiasm and trust in him, and he agrees happily, even though he's well aware that it most likely won't happen. He makes the boy promise that he'll be here in the same place they are now after the race and he himself promises in return that he'll look for the boy to have that photo taken no matter what.

At least he'll have something to look forward to even if the race doesn't go his way.

- - - a couple hours later - - -

After the race he's glowing. Maybe it was the knowledge of the kid's belief in him, the knowledge of being his favourite driver and that he – along with his mom – was cheering Pierre on, but he arrived at the finish line in P5, a way better position than he or his team expected.

As soon as he can get away, having finished all his duties the fastest he possibly could, he excuses himself and goes back to the arranged meeting place to look for the kid and his family – though that still hurt to think about, them being a complete family, no matter how wrong it might be to think this way.

It's somewhat easier to find them this time, most people having left already after the race was over. Pierre immediately notices the absence of the other man, looking around questioningly as he's approaching the boy and his mom, and she can probably tell from his eyes what he's wondering because as soon as he gets in speaking distance to them, she speaks up.

"My brother had to leave earlier, something came up, but there's no way I could make this one here leave," she gestures towards her son, her face beaming.

Brother?! He couldn't fully comprehend the word brother when she continues.

"And anyway I didn't want to leave either," she adds after a momentary pause, a light pink colouring her cheeks.

Stop acting like a fool, Pierre scolds his heart for skipping a beat at her words. She probably didn't mean it like that at all.

He's still fighting the feeling of surprise and somewhat relief, hearing the word brother from her lips. So it wasn't the boy's father in the end. It doesn't mean that there isn't a father in the picture, though, he tries to stop himself before he could build his hopes high once more.

"So, shall we have that picture taken? I know I didn't win, so feel free to say no," Pierre chuckles, looking down at the boy who nods back eagerly – clearly the win didn't matter that much in the end –, eyes shining bright from the excitement buzzing in his small body.

Purely by instinct he leans down and grabs him, lifting the kid until he's sitting on the driver's arm, delicately pressing onto the side of his body. In the meantime (y/n) has unlocked her phone and she's now holding it in front of her face, waiting for the two to stop moving around so she could take the photo.

Austin is grinning so wide it splits his face in two, and to be fair, it matches the one sitting on Pierre's face. They are truly a sight for sore eyes. She feels the immense happiness seeing the two like that, and the way her heartbeat accelerates.

When the picture is done, she steps closer to the two to show it to them, waiting for their approval, knowing full well that her son is quite picky when it comes to photos – that he got from his father for sure.

"Nice!" Austin nods in a clearly serious way, the motion itself being enough to show just how important this is for him.

(y/n) bites back a giggle, knowing that this is the best verdict she can get from her son. "I agree, this is a really great photo," Pierre smiles at the screen, still holding onto the kid like it's no big deal, like it's not someone else's son, like it's absolutely natural. Neither of the two boys seem to notice it as they examine all the details of the picture – and it's such a heartwarming sight to her that there's no way she would be the one to stop them.

"Actually, can you send this to me?" the driver speaks up again, after a couple seconds of silent photo-examining. "I want to remember this forever."

His eyes move up to her face just as she can feel her heart skip a beat. A smile so honest and bright lights up his face that she has to fight the urge to raise her phone once more just to immortalize it. He wants to remember.

"When I grow up, I wanna be like you!" Austin announces as his mom holds the device out towards the driver, indicating for him to type in his number so she could send the photo.

"Really?" Pierre puts the youngling down, chuckling away at his words, but at the same time feeling bright happiness burn in his chest from his words. Who would've thought that the day would come when he is the one little boys look up to and aspire to be?

Hearing the kid's words is one of the greatest feelings in the world for him. Sure, he's had fans come up to him, talking with him for a little while, but no one said it straight on yet that he's their favourite and that they want to be like him. He's almost rendered speechless by this moment.

"No, Aust. Don't even start thinking about it!" (y/n) shakes her head, eyes widening at the thought but a loving smile still playing on her lips, fingers gently brushing against Pierre's palm as she lays her phone down on it.

"Why?" her son looks up from his much shorter height, genuine curiosity painting his face.

"You can't expect me to nearly die from worrying every weekend," she explains as if it's obvious – to her, it is, and Pierre can clearly understand why.

"You won't have to, I'll be as good as him!" Austin points at the driver who's watching the conversation unfold with genuine interest in his eyes, having already added his contact to her phone.

"Yeah, alright," the young mom sighs. "I guess now I don't have to worry."

As she glances back up at Pierre, she still tries to bite back the small laugh, and she can see that he's been somewhat struggling too. Their eyes connect and that's all it takes for the laughter to burst, and luckily her son is too immersed in examining his newly acquired treasures to notice.

When their laughter dies down, she focuses on forwarding the picture to his number – trying very hard not to read anything into the way he added a red heart emoji after his first name in his contact ID –, nodding her head once in accomplishment when it sends, putting her phone away into her bag.

"Okay, we should go now," (y/n) speaks the words Pierre hasn't realised he dreaded to hear all this time. "Thank you. For everything."

She looks deep in his eyes, and for a moment the outside world ceases to exist. Her meaningful tone lets him know just how seriously she means those words, just how grateful she really is to him – even though what he did for her and her son was close to nothing.

"I can walk you to your car," he's swift to offer, grabbing onto the first thought that would prolong the time he can spend with them – with her.

"Oh, you really don't have to!" (y/n) shakes her head, but even through her quick movements he can see the bright pink of her cheeks.

"But I'd love to," he smiles and motions with his hand as a sign for her to show the way.

They step into a comfortable pace towards the parking lot, both Pierre and (y/n)'s eyes trained on the small figure of her son as he's running ahead of them, as fast as he can manage, all the while trying to imitate a race car's sounds with his mouth.

"Since we met you the other day, he wouldn't shut up about it, about you for a single second," she speaks up after a couple seconds of cozy silence. "And after today, I don't think he will ever stop, to be honest."

Pierre tears his eyes away from the boy to be able to look at her instead, his gaze first noting the way her shoulders gently shake in her soft and quiet laughter before slowly moving up her neck and then her face.

"I'm glad I could contribute to a few happy minutes in his life," he grins, waiting. He doesn't have to wait long, because the next moment her eyes move too, glancing up at him, following the same route his eyes did but on his body, and then finally, their gazes meet.

"Oh, it definitely wasn't just a few happy minutes. He basically looks up to you as if you're his father at this point," she admits with a slight roll of her eyes.

He's left almost stunned by her words. What does this mean? "I hope his real dad doesn't mind," he laughs, but he can tell that it comes out somewhat forced, his voice tense. He can only hope it's not obvious to her.

"I don't think so, since he didn't even care enough to be there when his son was born," comes her swift reply. Pierre stops in his steps, surprised by the harshness of her answer and the sudden change of tone in her voice. Her by far always cheery way of speaking suddenly turned bitter, so bitter that it hurt his heart just to hear it.

Two emotions cloud his brain, anger towards whoever this guy is for behaving as shitty as he did and doing something so bad to her, and happiness because it means that this particular guy isn't in the picture.

"I'm sorry," (y/n) stops walking too, noticing the driver's sudden absence from by her side. Her eyes are wide as she's looking into his crystal clear, piercing blue orbs. "I don't know why I said that out loud. Didn't want to dump all this on you. It's not your problem. I– it's just been a little hard these past few weeks managing work and raising a kid alone, and it just spilled out. Sorry."

Pierre can see how truly remorseful she feels, but what almost breaks him is the absolute sadness in her eyes. It's nothing but instinct and the want to comfort her somehow that drives him as he gently wraps his arms around her, holding her close to his body. He doesn't even think beforehand, and when he finally does, it's already too late and she's standing in his embrace.

What are you doing? You might just make her very uncomfortable right now. But the next moment relief floods through him as he feels her much smaller hands landing on the material of his clothes, right above the small of his back.

A sigh leaves her lungs, and he can feel it more than hear it, in the way her chest rises and presses more into his for a long moment.

"It's okay," he mumbles, his thumb caressing the skin of her upper arm. "Everyone needs to rant a little sometimes."

"But not to a stranger. A Formula One driver stranger," she chuckles into his chest, sound muffled but still obviously sorrowful.

"I don't mind."

Pierre's eyes move above the top of her head, looking for a familiar (y/h/c)-haired boy. In a matter of seconds he finds him, just arriving to a car, halting at the side of the vehicle. "Mom, I'm at the car!" he calls out, his voice floating in the air towards the two adults left behind.

(y/n) moves her hands away from Pierre quickly, as if she's just been brought back to real life by her son's voice, as if she's been somewhere else in her mind. "Thanks," she mumbles under her breath as she leans back, breaking the contact of their bodies – much to Pierre's sadness.

They set off again, neither really knowing what to say. His heart is pumping in his throat, thoughts spinning in his mind. "Is it okay if I text you sometimes?" he asks eventually.

"You want to?" comes her reply in the form of a question. Pierre simply hums back, head moving in a nodding motion. "It'd be nice."

He watches as a smile forms on her face, that bright, lively pink colour returning to her cheeks and the previous sadness slowly disappearing from her (y/e/c) eyes. "I agree," he softly says, light joy vibrating in his body as he sees the proof that he managed to bring her back from feeling so down.

The two of them arrive to the car a few seconds later, and after unlocking it, (y/n) opens the car door, helping the small boy climb into his seat. She fastens the seatbelt with careful and precise movements, Pierre watching from the side.

"Say goodbye to Pierre, baby," she says, leaning back and moving to the other seat to place her bag down in its place – the driver's cheeks lightly blushing by hearing her say his name.

"Bye, Pierre!" the boy exclaims, waving rapidly from his seat at the man standing in the open door.

"See you soon, Austin," he smiles at the kid, waving back himself.

"We will meet again?" his small, (y/e/c) eyes that look so similar to hers widen in shock, a happy, surprised tone in his voice.

"I hope so," Pierre glances to the side, at her, just as she abruptly leans back to look at him, her eyes exactly as wide as her son's. They look so much alike.

She beams and he can see how she's biting the inside of her cheeks to prevent herself from smiling even wider at his words than she eventually displays. He smiles back just the same, one hundred percent genuine and so, so happy.

.::the end::.

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“Simp” pt. 1

Kaminari x Reader

It was never not obvious when Kaminari stared at you from across the room. A love struck glint in his eyes and a smile plastered upon his face.

In the coming weeks U.A was hosting a Hero Ball, anyone who attended U.A or was a Pro-Hero was allowed to attend.

As Mina, Kirishima, and the usual group began to talk about what they would wear or who they would invite, his gaze remained on you.

You were a new addition to Class 1-A, a foreign exchange student from the States and although you didn’t speak much Japanese, you still spoke it confidently. You glanced over to Kaminari who quickly averted his gaze and a light blush coated his cheeks.

Jirou catching sight of this quickly nudged her electric friend. “What was that huh? Got eyes for the new student?” She teased as she looked at him.

“What!? N-no I was just looked at that- uhm”

He tried to changed the subject but the small comment immediately alerted the gossiper of the group.

“Ooo Kami has a crush!!” Mina squealed as she looked over at you. Still oblivious as ever you finished taking notes and put them away, glancing back one more time, this time the whole group looked at you. You felt yourself grow a bit embarrassed but a quick wave and a smile was enough for them to look back at Kami.

“Come on guys, it’s nothing please drop it!” Kaminari sighed as he smiled trying to burn it into his head the image of your smile.

Kirishima then spoke up “You should ask them to the dance! They seem pretty chill I bet they would love to go with you.”

Kaminari shook his head, “Are you crazy!? I bet they don’t even know my name-!”

A small voice then spoke up. “Hey, sorry I don’t mean to intrude but your name is Kaminari right?” You walked up to the group, trying not to be rude as you spoke up.

Mina wiggled her eyebrows at Kami as he blushed brightly looking over at you. “Ye-yeah that’s me.”

He said giving you a small wave and smile. You smiled back and then quickly introduced yourself to the rest of them. You might have joined the class about 3 weeks ago, but you never dared to talk to anyone.

Other then two other students who approached you the second you stepped through the door.

The group and you talked for a while before the bell rang signaling that class was about to start and break was over.

That afternoon after class ended, Kaminari found you by your locker. Putting on his confident smile he walked over and leaned against the locker.

“Why hello there ___—“ he attempted to say your name but fell down as he leaned on your still opened locker. You looked down and he was blushing heavily as he quickly stood up.

“Excuse me. I mean, Hi ___.” You chuckled and looked at him. “Hey Kaminari, you okay there?”

He nodded brushing off fake dust off his uniform and then giving you a grin. “Mind if I take you out to get a treat or something?”

You thought for a moment and then smiled “Why not? I’ll meet you by the front gate.” You winked and walked off leaving Kaminari speechless.

No other person really accepted his proposals much less a person like you. His face flushed a rose pink as he tried to imagine what this date would be like.

Walking towards the gate he found you waiting just like you said. “Hey you actually waited for me?” He said his voice soft and genuine.

You looked back and smiled softly, “Of course.”

“Let’s go then! I know this cafe that’s just down the street, you are going to love it!” He said excited as he began walking beside you.

As you both walked, you glanced up, the setting sun made the sky a beautiful orange and pink. Looking over at Kami his smiling face glanced over at you. He looked ethereal, so much more handsome than he did in class.

A small blush creeping upon your face as you looked back at the path. “So I never even asked, what’s your quirk?”

He broke the silence as she kept walking. “Oh right! My quirk is …”

He nodded in acknowledgement and nodded.

“That’s really cool! Your power is going to be such a huge advantage over villains! I’m gonna bet you are going to be an amazing hero when we graduate!” He rambled, each compliment sending a new shade of red to your cheeks.

“Thank you Kami…” you said. He looked over and chuckled as he took notice of your cheeks. “Did I go to over board with compliments?” He nervously scratched the back of his neck.

Shaking your head you looked back at him. “No it’s alright…I liked it.” You beamed softly, making it his turn to blush.

“Ah it was nothing…uhm look there it is! Come on!” He smiled grabbing your hand gently and tugging you over to the shop.

Upon entering the shop, you were greeted with a lovely smell of fresh made bread and coffee, this shop would be the jewel of the crown during winter.

Kaminari led you over to a booth as a waiter came over and handed you the menus. “So what would you like? I’m paying.”

He said as he looked over his menu.

“Oh no it’s fine—“

“I insist! I was the one who offered to take you out.” He interrupted. You sighed and gave him a small smile.

“Alright but I’ll pay you back one day.” You laughed as you picked up your own menu and looked over the choices.

Finally choosing over what you both wanted you told the waiter and waited for your food. “What made you decide to come to Japan? Aren’t there hero schools in the US?”

He asked curiously. You nodded and continued, “my family wanted me to have a change of scenery. It had always been a dream of my mothers to visit Japan so why not have her child do that for her.”

“Since I was going to be here for a while, let’s also have her enroll at the most prestige school there.”

Kaminari nodded and smiled. “Well it’s lovely to have you here.” You smiled and then looked at him.

“Hey I never even asked you, what’s your quirk?”

Kaminari grinned and explained to you in detail about his quirk. He smiled pridefully as he made you snort with his drawback.

“And I kid you not during that training session I was so out of my mind I had to sit out for the rest of the class!”

He laughed loudly, you laughed along with him trying to hold back some tears. When your order arrived you still couldn’t hold it together. “Good lord, I hope that doesn’t happen if we train together! I would not be able to hold it together!”

You laughed as he finally calmed down a bit and looked at you. Seeing your smile made his heart beat fast.

He wanted to make you smile like that everyday. A blush creeping up on his cheeks, once you settled down he cleared his throat.

“Uhm..ya’know if your not busy tomorrow or another day…do you want to do this again?” He asked, feeling nervous for your response.

You looked at him and smiled softly.

“I’d love too”

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swtstrwbrris · 2 years

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𓆩♡𓆪 deeply in love with you ; miya osamu 𓆩♡𓆪

pairing: timeskip!osamu miya x f!reader

genre: fluff and cringy osamu

warnings: nothing much, just heavy dialogue

"I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now" from friends to lovers prompts by @wholelottaprompts

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You were having brunch with a couple of your best friends, catching up on their lives since the last time you have gathered together.

"My husband always comes home with a bouquet of flowers. I don't know how he got into it but now my living room is becoming a garden." One of your best friend swiped across her screen, showing you her flower filled living room. You guys somehow managed to get on the topic of their partner's habits.

"He's such a sweetheart. This is embarrassing to say out loud but whenever we come home, my boyfriend has this habit on helping take off my shoes." You could see the blush across her face. You couldn't help be feel your cheeks flush, imagining how it'll be like if Osamu did the same to you.

"What about you, Y/N?"

"Um..." You tried to think. You weren't really used to talking about your boyfriend, especially when it comes to a topic like this. "He has a habit on kissing my cheek before we eat and whenever... um he carries me to bed." Your head hung low, trying to hide your beat red face. You heard your friends squeal in lovesick as you jerked your head up, trying to shush their embarrassing act.

"Oh ho ho, I didn't expect this from Osamu." One of your friend smirked, nudging you as you hid your face behind your hands.

"Man, I rather have that than flowers now!" the married female pouted, feeling jealous. "Say, how long have you been together?"

"About a couple of years." You noticed your two friends exchange suspicious looks

"You guys act like a married couple." You almost choked on your drink, pounding on your chest. "I mean if I was to witness this, I'll definitely be thinking "they're newlyweds."" Your friend waved her fork around. You and Osamu has touched upon the topic of marriage before but they two of you thought it it's best to take things slow, and just to let it happen naturally. With Osamu new business, you definitely didn't want to add more stress on top of what he already has to handle with.

"Let me tell you this Y/N. Men like him don't come by often. He's a keeper for sure. Don't let him go." You cheeks were in a shade of deep red. For the rest of brunch, your two best friends ended up giving you relationship advice, advice on men and marriage preparations.

The day went on and your head was wrapped around the reactions of your friends from earlier. Walking down the street, your eyes followed the couples walking pass you, full of love and admiration. They reminded of when you first started dating, always drowning in each others eyes, find each and every opportunity to see each other, even if it's just a glimpse. You couldn't help but to giggle at how childish it must've been but realize how much you've grown with Osamu as years went on, together as a couple. Strolling down a familiar path, you stop in front of your boyfriend's onigiri shop. You hide behind a pole, observing your lover through the window. You could never get tired of this sight. His hat over his gray hair, highlighting his dreamy eyes. His all black uniform, clearly a little too small for his muscular body as his muscles on his biceps would squeeze against the fabric on his sleeve whenever he flexed from his movements. His half apron, securely hugging his waist perfectly, you knew people would die to see him like this, but you were proud to know that you have his heart, and he has yours. His charming smile on full display as he chatted delightfully to the group of female customers before handing them their goods, giving them a wink as he bids goodbye. The females walked out, faces flushed red yet filled with joy as they scurried away. Your phone vibrated with an incoming message before you pulled your phone out.

my samu 💜: love, why are you hiding behind the pole, staring at my customers?

You entered the store, inhaling the savory scent of rice. Osamu was leaning against the corner, smiling as he stared into your eyes.

"Are you sure they're just your customers?" You questioned, walked over, teasing him as you crossed your arms, pouting. "I don't think I've seen any wink at their customers before."

"Oh c'mon! You know it's one of my customer service charms that'll always have them coming back for more." He mirrors your arms, pouting along. "Why were you hiding behind the pole though?"

"Playing hide and seek." You answered childishly.

"Well, remind me next time when we have kids that I'll be the one handling hide and seek." Teasing played a major role in your relationship but for reason today, you heart fluttered. He observed your silent face in confusion as you normally would have something to say. "You alright, my love?"

"Y-Yes!" You jumped slightly, feeling your cheeks heat up. His eyes lingered on your flushed appearance before leaning over the counter, caressing your cheeks.

"I'm just going to finish up some stuff before I leave alright? Do you mind waiting?" You instantly nodded furiously before he chuckled, removing his hat briefly to brush his hair back through his fingers. He gives you a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing to the back. You sat on one of the bar stools, hand on your cheeks as you felt how hot they were.

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪

You arrived home not too long ago, giving Osamu a hand after you showered as he prepared dinner. The two of you normally took turns on making dinner, today being his turn. You set the table before opening the rice cooker to scoop rice into bowls. You placed the bowls on down on the table before Osamu told you to take a seat as he finished up with the dishes. You took a seat at your usual spot, back towards the kitchen before hearing footsteps approach behind you.

“Dinner’s all ready.” He leans over next to you to set down the last dish, hands resting on top of your shoulders. You looked up, seeing his sweet smile as he dips down to peck your cheek, your heart skipping a beat. Returning to his seat, he picks up his chopstick before noticing your baffled expression. You were avoiding his eyes, staring down at the food. You dared to take a glimpse at him before darting your eyes away, seeing him gaze on yours.

“L-Let’s eat.” You dig in, Osamu sensing something weird about you. Normally, the two of your exchanged conversations about each other’s day or anything interesting you came across. The dinnertime was one of your favorite times with Osamu, as it was the two things you both loved, being with each other and eating food. It was unusually quiet today. You weren’t speaking as much and Osamu couldn’t enjoy the food without feeling bothered by your actions. The air was heavy, you and Osamu couldn’t help but to feel anxious, for totally different reasons.

You offered to wash the dishes after dinner as Osamu went to took a shower. You washed the dishes on auto-pilot mood. No matter how hard to tried not to think about what happened earlier in the day, you shouldn’t shake away your friends words.

“You guys act like a married couple.” The voice replays in your head.

“married...married...marrie-”

“Y/N?” Osamu’s voice pulled you back to reality. “Sweetie, you’re washing your gloves.” He was hovered beside you, pointing at the water flowing down your gloves. You were already finished washing the dishes but your mind was too occupied for you to notice. He takes a seat by the couch, turning on the TV, changing the channel to the sports channel. He sees you walking over, patting the seat next to him. You sat down, feeling his arms snaking around your waist, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey! That tickles!” You felt his soft strands brush against your neck.

“You smell nice.” He inhales, feeling his smile on your skin.

“I would be worried if I didn’t after showering.” You retorted, hearing his heavenly laugh. The two of you got comfortable as he rested his lap on your lap, you fingers playing with his hair.

“What was that run-up attempt? Anyone could tell he was a decoy!” He lets out his fustration.

“Funny hearing that from you, Samu.” You snicker at your heated boyfriend, being reminded of the time he half-ass run-up attempt to only be scolded by his brother.

“Don’t call me that, it reminds me of my bother. I’m getting flashbacks and I it’s giving me the chills.” He shivered, making your stomach vibrate from your laughers. He admires your brightened complexion, his arm reach up to play with the ends of your hair. “Y/N.” You hummed, looking down at him with loving eyes. “I’m tired.” his hands falls and he pretends to fall asleep, snoring unrealistically.

“Hey! Don’t end up sleeping on my legs! They’ll end up falling asleep too!” You wiggled your legs but he doesn’t budge, keeping his playful act.

“Good. They can fall asleep with me too then.” You run your fingers through your hair hopelessly at the babyish grey haired male.

“If you get up, we can cuddle in bed, my samu.” You leaned down to whisper into his ear, knowing that your nickname for him always melts his heart. He shoots up, staring at you before giving you a mischievous smirk. He slides his hand under your thighs before swooping you up, his other supporting your back. You let out a yelp, wrapping your arms around his neck. He stares at you momentarily before attacking your cheeks with kisses. You had to push his face away, hiding yours behind your hands. He notices the tips of your ears reddened. Kicking opened the door to the bedroom, he gently placed you down on the shared bed. The both of you went under the covers, tangling limbs with each other, sharing giggles as you snuggled.

“Hey, Y/N.” He brushes the hairs out of your face. “Is something bothering you recently?”

“Hmm? No, nothing I can think of, why?” You shake your head. Your boyfriend’s eyes was filled with worry.

“You’ve been acting a little weird. I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now?” Your eyes widen, understanding what he was trying to get at. “Did something happen at brunch today with your friends? Did they say something to hurt you?”

“No! It’s nothing like that.” You buried your face in his chest, feeling embarrassment all over again. “It’s just....” He rubbed your back, patiently waiting. “Promise you won’t make fun of me?” You looked up at him for his approval.

“I promise.”

“Well, today at brunch, we were talking about our partner’s habits and they asked about yours.” You couldn’t look into his eyes, feeling your face warming up. “I said that you have a habit on kissing my cheek before we eat dinner and whenever you carry me to bed.” You quickly blurted out, concealing your crimson face with your hands. There was a brief moment of silence before Osamu broke into an uncontrollable laughter.

“So that’s why you’re acting so weird?” He said in between his laughs. “I thought they said something that made you act all weird.”

“They said... we act like a married couple...” You voice muffled. Silence. Osamu didn’t say anything. For some reason, your heart ached.

“Y/N.” You felt his grip around your wrist, removing your shield to reveal you rosy cheeks. “That’s my dream one day. Not to act like a married couple, but to be a married couple. To be married to you.” His voice filled with sincerity. His eyes sparkled with passion. “Is that the reason why you got all muted when I brought up kids?”

“What a great way to ruin to mood, Osamu.” you rolled your eyes, unable to hide your grin.

“Well, I only thought up to marriage but it looks like you’ve already have plans ahead.” You punched your sneering boyfriend on the chest. He playfully winces in pain, pouting.

“One day, Y/N. I promise one day. But until that day comes, I’m going to cherish you with all my might before I have to share it with my future kids.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“That’s why you love me.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too, my sweetheart.”

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nice2michuu · 8 months

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The meet-cute: Tiana x Nanami

Heyyy guys so this is the Tanami fic LMFAOOO. Uhhh this fic was written for a close friend that loves jjk. Gab on top fr!!! I don't know much about jjk but I will try my best!! I hope you guys like it!!

Tiana spent most, if not all, of her days working at Duke's Cafe. It was all to achieve her and her dad's dream, to buy that old sugar mill and make a restaurant. Tiana was well known across the city for her 'man catching' beignets, as Charlotte puts it. So well known, in fact, that she even started getting customers from outside New Orleans.

That includes Nanami, who adores sweets. He heard about a specific little cafe that sells amazing beignets, from a coworker who went on vacation.

What even is a beignet? New Orleans sounds like a nice trip, though.... Nanami thought to himself.

Unfortunately for Nanami, he unknowingly made the trip during Mardi Gras.

The bustling streets, bright colors, cars and floats and train cars passing through large crowds of partying people in the humid southern city was definitely not what Kento Nanami was prepared for.

Tiana is working hard on a Mardi Gras noon in Duke’s Cafe. She’s mainly focused on her work and juggling her tables’ orders when she notices a tall blonde man walk in and take off his glasses, waiting to be sat.

“Just sit anywhere and I’ll be right there with you, sir!” Tiana calls out as she carries a mountain of plates on her.

Suddenly Charlotte squeals and bursts into the soft atmosphere with sparkling excitement, clutching a newspaper and bouncing into a booth. Mr. LaBouff cheerily greets Tiana and sits down across from his estatic daughter.

"Tia! Tia! You'll never believe it!-" Charlotte starts with her excited rambling. Tiana listens as she walks toward the table Nanami is sitting at, serving him some coffee.

Nanami looks at his cup of coffee and the beautiful woman who served him, flowing through her work unbothered by the noise around her. She didn’t actually take his order, but he was going to ask for coffee anyway. Additionally, Nanami saw that the (mostly) graceful waitress was already working hard and decided not to make a problem of it.

Eventually Tiana did get to Nanami's table to take his order. Nanami didn't mind the wait, enjoying the atmosphere of the homey and friendly cafe.

"I'm so sorry sir, did you want to order anything?" Tiana hugged her notepad close to her apron, worried and intimidated by the stoic man.

Nanami notices Tiana's nervousness and puts on a soft smile to ease her stress, "I'll have an order of beignets, I heard they're very famous."

The pretty brown-skinned waitress smiled back at Nanami, causing him to blush just a little.

"They sure are. I'll make sure to get them to you right quick, sir!" Tiana's worries of a rude customer washed away.

My god this man is fiiine... Tiana thought to herself while striding away to tend to her other customers, a smirk coming across her face once she was out of Nanami's sight. This customer had a chiseled face and a stoic expression, making him look like a hot actor Tiana can't exactly put a name on. Nanami’s suit and sophisticated, tiny glasses made him look very elegant compared to the other customers in casual clothes; with the exception of Miss pink over there… (Charlotte)

Nanami's eyes follow Tiana as she talks to Charlotte, admiring the working girl. Tiana laughs for a moment after trading a few quick jokes with her, then goes off to serve other tables. Once the pretty waitress is done with that, Nanami sees Tiana walk over to the bakery section of the counter.

Tiana is in a flow now, taking out the warm, fluffy beignets that were in a warmer out onto the counter. Then she gets her two final ingredients. She swoops the honey onto the beignets as if she was waving a magic wand, then spins the whole tray and dances a little while topping the beignets with powdered sugar. Boom. Done. Tiana smirks while looking at her creation that smells so good.

Nanami watched all of this from his table, seeing how other customers are also looking at the beignets with anticipation.

She is really beautiful…. Nanami throught to himself as he tried to peel his eyes away from her in vain. A few of her tight black curls have fallen out of her messy ponytail, the collar of her dress was uneven and disheveled, and her dark brown skin glistened with a light sweat she was putting up; nonetheless, it’s undeniable how beautiful Tiana is. Nanami hides his expression—he hides it well—and looks at his newspaper to distract himself, but before he knew it, he was served his beignets! Unfortunately, Tiana was busy and a bus boy helped her out, so Nanami couldn’t speak to her again.

Nanami smiles with contentment as he takes a sip of his coffee before trying the beignets for the first time. He overheard the pink, princess-like lady growl about how the beignets were ‘man catching’, and he snickers a little.

If they do draw men in…I’m in for a long ride.. Nanami thinks to himself as he takes the first bite. His stoicness prevents him from making any real reaction, but in his head he is dancing, singing Wonder Girls, moaning, and in utter bliss over the amazing and fluffy taste of the beignets. Before he knows it one of the beignets were already eaten by him.

Fuck…I’m in love.. Nanami sighs and looks at Tiana, the woman who made these beignets. He even starts to drool a little before shaking his head to catch his composure.

After Tiana's shift Nanami decides to be bold and approach her. Tiana takes off her work apron and rubs her temples as she sees the blond hunk that she served start to approach her, getting a little anxious and giddy at the same time.

Oh my god he's tall, what does he want? Is he mad? Is he happy? Oh my god he's actually approaching me...hey sexy, my god.. Tiana's mind raced and geeked, like any girl would.

"..May I help you with something, sir?" Tiana asked while taking in the sight of the tall man.

Nanami builds up his confidence in his head and takes off his glasses, looking Tiana in the eye. "Excuse me, miss, but are you single?"

Tiana's lips curl into a smile, her dark complexion develops a pink blush across her face, and she tucks in a loose curl behind her ear. She looks up at Nanami before she answers his question.

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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22 — ksy [thirteen.]

summary: everything will be alright if you keep me next to you

tags: suggestive, fluff, gn!reader warnings: alcohol consumption, intense make outs, heavy petting, reader is a bit delulu at the start wc: 3k an: i know okay, i know everyone associates 22 with chan but cmon!! hoshi is perf for this song

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“Wear this one!” Minghao comes bursting into the room, an outfit on a hanger flourishing behind him as he rushes in.

You giggle. “Hao you’ve had me try on like five outfits now.” You don’t really mind, especially since you’re a bit tipsy as you and your friends get ready for the party you’re about to head to.

“And I promise this is the one!” Minghao shoves the cloth into your hands. You strip the previous outfit Minghao suggested and start to pull the new one on.

“How do I look?” Seokmin appears from the bathroom. You look his outfit up and down before making eye contact with Minghao and bursting out in a fit of giggles. “What?!”

“You know who you look like?” You ask through your laughs.

“You know Y/N’s ex?” Minghao asks.

“The one who’s best friend kept third wheeling their dates?” Mingyu pipes up from where he’s laying on the bed.

“STOP!” You scream, burying your face in your hands. “No we’re talking about the whole who got publicly decimated by the fashion majors.”

“Oh my god nevermind,” Seokmin says before turning right back into the bathroom, causing the rest of you to erupt into giggles again.

“Hey at least none of my exes were in love with their mom,” you shoot at Mingyu.

“Shut up!” Mingyu throws a pillow at you. You dodge it as you pull on the finishing part of the outfit and turn to Minghao.

“Y/N this is the one!” He exclaims. He himself is in a red and yellow sheer long sleeve with patchwork jeans. He’s messily applying eyeliner around his eyes as he glances over at you.

“If you guys make fun of me again,” Seokmin warns as he steps out of the bathroom again. This time he’s in all black and his hair is slicked back a bit.

“Oooh!” You say as Mingyu whistles. Seokmin blushes at this and you grin.

“Are we ready to leave now? I want food before we go,” Mingyu says as he stands. He’s in a black and white bomber jacket with a white tank underneath and black pants.

You all agree and head out the door, ready to get the night started. You walk together along the street as Seokmin sings a tune and Minghao pretends he finds the older boy annoying. You guys find a 24hr diner on the way to the party and choose that as your place to eat, crowding in a booth together.

“Breakfast!” You squeal in delight as you look over the menu. “I would kill for an omelet right now.”

“Don’t eat too much, you still want to be able to shake ass later don’t you?” Minghao warns.

You’re about to respond when something catches your eye outside of the window. On the sidewalk is a group of four guys walking together. They’re all dressed up like they’re headed somewhere fun. “Holy shit guys look!”

“What?” Mingyu glances at the window.

“Isn’t he the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?” You ask, eyes trained on the boy who’s talked fast with animated hands.

“The short one?”

“The one with glasses?”

“The lanky one?”

Seokmin, Mingyu, and Minghao ask respectively.

You stifle a laugh. “Wow, way to project. But no, none of them. That one!” You point to the skinny guy with bleached short hair. You can’t see much due to the dull lights and far distance but you can see his wide smile as he talks to his friends. “I think I’m in love.”

“Of course,” Minghao mutters.

“How can you be in love with someone you just saw?” Seokmin asks.

“Love at first sight! We’re soulmates I can tell,” you say firmly.

“That’s what you said about your past three exes,” Mingyu comments offhandedly.

“This one is different! I can feel it in my bones. He is Mr. Right.”

“Well too bad you’ll never see him again. Mr. Right just went left around the corner,” Minghao tells you.

“Fate will bring him back to me, just wait and see!”

“Shit it’s busy,” Minghao says as you guys walk into the club where the party is happening. It’s some kind of party for Minghao’s dance club that you don’t really know all the schematics about but you never turn down a chance to have some fun.

“We don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” Minghao assures the group.

“No, it's fine. We should stay for at least a little while, tonight is for fun, to let go," you say. “Text the group chat if you want to leave though?” Everyone nods.

Right away Mingyu is dragged away by a group of girls who can’t stop giggling and then Minghao sees someone he knows, leaving you and Seokmin with each other.

“Wanna get drinks?” Seokmin shouts over the music and you nod.

You weave through the tightly packed bodies to the bar area. As you wait for the bartender to finish up with someone else you glance around the room when something catches your eyes. Standing on one of the tables is someone shaking their butt. He’s in a black sleeveless shirt and red pants.

“Oh my god! Seok, look! It’s my guy!” You beat at Seokmin’s arm until he looks to where you’re pointing. “I told you fate will happen!” You watch as the blonde haired boy continues to dance, a small crowd around him watching mesmerized.

“You know Hoshi?” The guy on the other side of you pipes up. You look at him. He looks a bit younger than you with brown hair and a kind smile.

“Oh uh,” you flush a bit, “not exactly. But I think he’s very fascinating.”

“Want me to introduce you?” The guy asks and you perk up.

“Would you really do that?”

“Of course. I’m Chan by the way, but I go by Dino at Highlight.” Highlight. Oh, he’s a part of Minghao’s dance club.

“Y/N. My friend Minghao dances there.”

“Minghao, Minghao,” Chan mutters. “Oh! The8.”

“Yep! That’s him.”

“Ah well, c’mon. I’m sure Hosh would love to meet some of his friends.” Chan gestures for you to follow. You look over at Seokmin a bit wary, not wanting to leave him alone.

“Go! Get your man.” He smiles. You press a quick kiss to his cheek before following after Chan.

The younger boy stops at the table Hoshi is standing on and calls for the older boy. “Hoshi! I’ve got a friend who’d like to meet you!”

Up close you can already tell that he looks like trouble in the best way possible and you know you have to have him. His sharp eyes narrow down onto Chan and his face lights up. You decide that you love his smile. He clambers down off the table to pull Chan into a hug. “Channie! What are you up to?”

“Hey hyung. I wanted to introduce you to someone. This is Y/N, they’re a friend of The8’s,” Chan explains.

“Oh! Nice to meet you! I’m Hoshi!” The boy scrunches his fingers up into what you think is a claw. Cute. “Here let me buy you a drink! Any friend of one of my dancers is a friend of mine.”

You allow the boy to guide you back over to the bar where you find Seokmin isn’t at anymore. Once again before you can order drinks Hoshi is perking up and grabbing your hand.

“I love this song! Come dance with me!” Hoshi pulls you into the crowd and starts to dance along to whatever was playing through the club. You have no choice but to dance along with him.

It’s clear you’re more used to club dancing while he’s more used to professional dancing, but that doesn’t stop you two from moving in sync to the music together. At one point Hoshi starts to wiggle his hips against you and you can’t help but laugh and grab onto him and dance along.

You guys dance through a handful more of songs before Hoshi is pulling you back over to the bar to catch your breaths, this time actually ordering drinks for you two.

Once you get your drinks Hoshi is grabbing your hand and dragging you off again. This time he takes you upstairs to the roof. There’s a light breeze but it’s overall a warm night.

“Sorry, it was just really loud down there,” Hoshi tells you before taking a seat against the concrete wall. “You’re pretty cool Y/N. Dino said you’re The8’s friend?”

“Yeah. We’ve been friends for years now. Uh, earlier you said he’s one of your dancers? Sorry if this is stupid but why hasn’t he ever mentioned you before?”

Hoshi laughs at your question and you’re not sure what’s so funny. “Ah that’s probably because I haven’t officially met The8 before. I own Highlight Dance Club but not everyone who’s a member is on my dance squad. I’ve been meaning to get around to meeting your friend but you know how time can slip away,” Hoshi says.

“You…own Highlight?”

“Ah hard to believe I know.” Hoshi grins at you teasingly.

“No! No! I just would expect that Hao would have told me about you or something.”

“I will admit I wasn’t expecting to meet his friend before meeting the infamous Xu Minghao, but I don’t mind too much. You’re fun to hang out with Y/N.”

Internally you are freaking out, this is the biggest score you have ever made, but externally you just smile at Hoshi. “Glad to hear it. You’re fun too Hoshi.”

“Soonyoung.”

“Excuse me?”

“Soonyoung. That’s my real name. Hoshi is my stage name,” he explains.

“Soonyoung,” you try the name out. “Is it bad to say you look like a Hoshi?”

Soonyoung laughs loudly. “I’m glad! That’s the point. Tiger!”

“You’re cute,” you blurt out.

“Oh? You’re cute too Y/Nnie! I’m glad Channie introduced us!” Soonyoung leans over and attacks you with a big hug. He then plants a large wet kiss on your cheek causing you to break out into a fit of giggles.

“C’mon!” You stand and pull Soonyoung onto his feet as well. “Let me introduce you to Hao.”

You hold on tight to Soonyoung’s hand as you guide him back downstairs and through the crowd. You search through the club until you find Minghao in the middle of the dance floor twerking. When the song is over you’re quick to get the man’s attention.

“Minghao!” You shout and grab at his arm with your free hand. “I have someone you should meet!”

Minghao turns and looks at the man next to you. “Your dream guy from earlier?”

You blush at this comment and try your best to hide your embarrassment as Soonyoung sends you an inquiring look. “N-no! Minghao, this is Hoshi-ssi, the owner of Highlight. Even though I think you should be the one introducing me.”

“O-oh!” It’s Minghao’s turn to look embarrassed. “I am so sorry! It’s so nice to meet you Hoshi-ssi, thank you for allowing me to join your club!” Minghao bows low and Soonyoung lets out a loud laugh.

“Call me hyung. I’m just happy to officially meet you!” Soonyoung lets go of your hand so he can pull Minghao into a quick hug. “I’m excited to see more of your skills.”

“Thank you hyung.”

Minghao and Soonyoung talk a bit more but then Minghao is being pulled away by someone else, leaving you and Soonyoung alone again. It doesn’t take long for you two to start dancing again. You two stay to the edge of the dance floor so you’re not too crowded. Soonyoung stays close to you as you dance so you’re able to hear each other over the music, talking directly into the other’s ear.

The night continues on and you and Soonyoung stay by each other’s side, talking and dancing and mingling. You really like Soonyoung. He’s funny and kind and talented and handsome and overall perfect. You love the way he lights up when someone comes to talk to him and the way his whole face scrunches up as he laughs at one of your jokes.

The night starts to wind down but you still feel adrenaline coursing through your body. The club has emptied out quite a bit and you and Soonyoung are sitting at the bar together talking about childhood injuries when you remember you should check in on your friends.

You scan the club for them and when you don’t pick them out you grab your phone. You have a slew of messages on your phone from your friends. You open your group chat and your eyes land on the last message.

HaoHao: Decided to call it a night. Have fun with Hoshi-hyung Y/N!

You groan.

“Is everything okay?” You look up from your phone to see Soonyoung staring at you with concern.

“My friends ditched me,” you tell him as you set your phone back down.

Soonyoung frowns at this. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. “It’s okay. Just means you’re stuck with me even more now.” You grin and nudge your shoulder into his which makes a wide grin spread across his face.

“Hey! I know a great place we can go. C’mon!” Soonyoung stands quickly.

“Wait! This is your party, shouldn’t you stay until the end?”

“Eh, it’s fine. I’m sure Jihoon and Seungcheol will make sure everything gets tied up.” With that Soonyoung grabs your hand and promptly drags you out of the club.

The air is warm but not to the point where it’s uncomfortable. You and Soonyoung walk hand in hand down the quiet street as you stare at the city lights. You don’t go out much at night but you decide that you like the atmosphere, but it might also have to do with the company.

“Hey,” Soonyoung bumps into you, “what was The8 talking about earlier with ‘your dream guy’?”

“Oh no,” you whine. “I was hoping you would forget about that. Earlier my friends and I got dinner before going to the club and we saw you and your friends walking together. I thought you were uh, really cute. My friends made fun of me for it but I told them fate would bring you to me. It’s stupid I know.”

Soonyoung squeezes your hand tighter. “Well it looks like fate did its job. Oh look, we’re here!”

Soonyoung picks up his pace as he pulls you into the building. It looks like a small office building and when you get inside it looks like there is construction going on.

“Don’t tell anyone, but because of the popularity Highlight is gaining I’ve leased this building to be our new studio. It should be ready next month.”

You chuckle a bit. “Wow, that’s really cool Soonyoung. It’s crazy to think a fun guy like you can also be such a serious business man.”

“Ah trust me, I’m not always this fun,” Soonyoung chuckles a bit himself. “I’ve been told I can be a bit of a drill sergeant during practice. I told myself to let go tonight and well, your company didn’t hurt. You make me feel like I’m twenty-two again.”

“You say that like you’re old,” you tease him.

“I’m older than you!”

“Oh you’re right, you’re ancient,” you say, exaggerating the last word. “Nearly one foot in the grave, you know. Better get to writing that will and testament.” You’re smirking now. “How old are you anyways? Thirty?” He gasps. “Oh? Too low? Thirty-three? No- thirty-five!”

Soonyoung looks fully offended now and you giggle as you take off. The dancer is hot on your heels as he chases you around the studio. You find your way into a practice room by the time you run out of breath. Soonyoung’s stamina is obviously better than yours as you slow down, allowing him to catch you.

He backs you into the wall, crowding into your space. “Say I’m thirty-five now, huh? It seems like you’re the one who’s out of breath.”

Your bodies are close. As close as they were earlier on the dance floor, but this time you guys are alone instead of in a packed room. Unconsciously your eyes flit down at his mouth and then back up to his eyes.

You aren’t sure who made the first move, maybe you did it at the same time, but you blink and suddenly Soonyoung’s mouth is on yours, his body pressing you into the wall even more now. You frantically make out, lips and tongues and teeth all over. Your hands grip at each other as you continuously attack each other’s mouths, not allowing the other to breathe.

A low whine escapes your throat as Soonyoung pushes his leg between your thighs. You grind experimentally against him and he pins you even harder against the wall. Soonyoung finally breaks the kiss, lips effectively bruised, only to attach his mouth right back onto your skin. He presses firm, open mouthed kisses onto your jaw and neck, nipping a bit at the skin as he does.

Your hands bury themselves into Soonyoung’s bleached hair as you hold him against you. You pull a bit at the strands, causing Soonyoung to growl a bit and press his kisses even harsher against you. His hands drag up and down your sides, stimulating your body even more. You can feel pleasure prick against your skin, begging for more.

It isn’t until Soonyoung’s fingers brush over your crotch do you finally gain your senses back.

“S-soonyoung!” You gasp. He quickly pulls his hands and mouth away from you but doesn’t completely back off, his warm body still holding yours.

“I-I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

You nod. “Yes. Very okay. I just uh, we probably shouldn't do this…here.” You motion vaguely to the studio room.

“Oh, right.” Soonyoung flushes a bit and fully backs off now. “I actually don’t live far from here…BUT ONLY IF YOU WANT TO! DON’T FEEL OBLIGATED T-”

You quiet Soonyoung by pressing your lips up against his again. “Lead the way tiger.” Soonyoung’s eyes flash at this but you stop him once more. “On one condition though.”

“Oh?”

“You have to take me out on a proper date.”

A wide grin spreads across Soonyoung’s face. “Consider it done.”

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darkk-academic · 2 years

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From the Shadows

[Five Hargreeves x Reader]

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV] [Part V]

Summary : The rain falls, love pours.

Warning : None? Romanticism?

They say, waiting is the hardest part.

Even so, you have curated it into an art form.

Like the drag of a bow against a violin, the seconds press upon your skin and stretch. You cry freely in wait, letting the teardrops fall to the rhythm of xylophone. The chords of your heart pull in earnest, the beats hum with the sting of ache.

A walking symphony you've become. Waiting given skin.

Delores, on the other hand, has dissipated to someplace else. She came to you in the library—

“Hello."

Your gaze snaps. What the—

Swallow the venom. "Hello…?"

"Mind if I sit?" she questions, pointing a finger at the chair adjacent to yours.

"So…" you encourage her, brow raised.

"I wanted to apologize," she starts, there's a nervous ring to her dulcet voice that doesn't go unnoticed by you. "About Five," she clarifies, brow crinkling in unclear pain as she utters his name.

Oh no.

"I—"

She cuts you off with a subdued whisper of, "Please." A soft inhale, she composes herself. "I never wanted to cause friction between the two of you." She smiles, and it's such a weird sight for you, to see a smile that's so full of comforting reassurance and abandoned hope.

"You didn't do anything," you reply at once. Even though she did, you cannot fathom saying as such, not after that smile.

She shakes her head. "Oh, but I did." A sheen of tears coats her blue eyes. "I came to you not just to apologize, but to tell you that—He's beautiful, completely magnificent—" You gulp at the clear reverence present in her tone. Tear stained gaze trail over at you. "—and entirely yours."

Your breath is lost to hope. Your conscience, however, aches at her despondency.

Tentatively, you let your hand curl around her wrist, squeezing. "He cares about you, Delores."

"I know," she states, looking down. "But, love recognizes love. I see my eyes reflected by him when he looks at you."

You don't know what to say to that.

"It's alright." She stands. And there's that smile on her face again. She lifts her hand, thumb brushing under your eye, a tear you have no recollection of shedding. "It's alright," she repeats, for you or herself? Perhaps both.

Oh Delores, what a fitting name.

It was a closure you hadn't known you needed.

You'd mentioned the encounter to Klaus—Who'd loudly proclaimed that Five had been ignoring her, too.

You wonder whether you would have been able to tread these waters of waiting and enjoy it if he hadn't been ignoring her too.

A road best left alone.

It's been months. Months. You haven't talked, but you see him through the curtains of melancholic yearning. By the corridors, in the class, he's everywhere all at once.

Although, no place is his presence as keenly felt as the hidden crevices of your breaths.

It all boils down to the fact that you love him, so much so that you will wait for him, as long as he wants you to.

The rumbling of thunder outside your window catches your attention.

Head whipping to peer out the window—the sight of dark nimbus clouds rolling over, brings a giddy smile to your face.

It's going to rain.

Squealing, you take off.

It's late— way past midnight. The first thing you take note of once you come down, is the emptiness of the street, not a soul in sight. Streetlights bath the area in golden hue as the breeze picks up.

The scene reminds you of a memory.

"Come on, Cinco dear," you yell, looking over your shoulder at Five.

He was standing under shelter, away from the rain, away from you.

"I'd rather not get sick," he responds dryly. Hands crossed at the front, frowning. "Neither should you."

"Oh, Cinco, Cinco, Cinco," you tut. Jumping in a puddle. "You would understand when you fall in love, the beauty of rain."

"What does falling in love have to do with this?"

"You would have understood had you been in love!"

"Are you saying that you're in love?" He queries.

Oh, I'm in pain. But pain and love run parallel.

You don't say that, what you say instead is, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

The memory tugs a nostalgic smile on your face.

"Knock, knock."

The sudden appearance of his achingly familiar voice startles you out of your reverie. Five.

You turn. Heart jostling underneath your rib cage, thumping, thumping, thumping.

And there he is.

Standing a few feet away. Hands shoved in the pockets of his black trousers, adorning a white shirt with sleeves rolled up. He has let go of his usually formal look, you note, no coat in sight.

"Just go along with it."

You frown, half amused and confused. "What are you doing here?"

He smirks, raising a brow. "Knock, knock," he says, a bit more deliberate.

Rolling your eyes, you reply, "Who's there?"

His expression shifts. Biting the inside of his cheek before he continues, "Love."

Your being comes to a standstill. The beat of your heart pounds loudly in your ear, blood rushing through. You gulp. "Love who?"

This is it. This is it. This is it.

He makes sure to look you in the eye. Makes sure to wrap the word in nectar, immortalised. "You."

The finality of his tone rings through the empty street, the breeze carries the confession and brushes it against your skin, slow and steady.

Your heart gives a trill. And try as you might, nothing could stop the upward curl of your lips.

A giggle escapes you. You slap your hand against your mouth. It does nothing to smother the sound.

Misty eyed, you twirl in place, it feels so, so impossible.

This is happening?

Your gaze locks on his form. Still standing there, his eyes on you, fond and affectionate.

You run towards him.

Hands clasping around his neck, as his finds purchase on your waist, in a blink he is lifting you up, spinning. The laughter that echoes is a duet of happiness. Yours and his.

Yes, this is happening.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck, eyes closed, feeling the world turn over itself.

Even when he settles you down, neither of you let go of each other.

The bearings of your surroundings hit you slowly.

The telltale sound of pelting rain, the heady mix of the smell of petrichor and storm, the feel of rain on your skin.

"Is it raining?" your voice is but a whisper against his neck.

Five pulls back. "Ah, yes. Rain."

Brow crinkling, you peer up at him. "Why—"

His next action has your words turning to mush.

Taking a step back, he goes down on a knee. Extending his hand, cocky smirk on display, he asks, "Would you give me the supreme honor, and dance with me?"

And right there, in the pouring rain, with him and his cocky smirk, and loving eyes, you feel yourself falling a little more.

"Yes."

For centuries, I have loved—

Your hand slipping into his— the simple act feels akin to getting a hold of an anchor in the middle of an ocean. With a soft tug, he pulls you close, your free hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

"What about music?"

"Nature's singing for us, and…" he trails off, at your raised brow he replies with that adoring smile of his.

And then he starts to hum.

I love him.

Loved none but you,

He pulls back—fluid and smooth in his movements—hands gliding down from your shoulder to your hand, before gripping them again, tugging and turning you.

From the Shadows.

Your back to his front as you both sway to the twined beats of your hearts and the rain. Your eyes close upon the feather-light touch of his nose against your cheek.

You and I are a story,

In a swift, he turns you, making your hands clasp around his neck. The cold wind tickling your back is captured under his fingers as they trail down your back, settling at your waist.

a story written in the sands of time,

A shiver races down your spine, chasing after the touch. Your neck cranes up, eyes locking with his. The raindrops wink from his lashes, before dripping down, nestling on the corner of your lips, and you're lost.

the rain is the witness and so is the sky,

This love has been similar to a tornado, thundering and lightning in warning since the beginning. You willingly stepped into it because the despairing tsunami of longing within you was courageous enough to brave the storm and reach the eye. Him.

a promise held fragile.

He lifts his right hand— honey and silk are his fingers as they trail from your jaw towards your cheek. His other hand curls firmly around your waist, you blink.

Because you see—

In a languid move, he dips you. Holding your stare, nose brushing. Lightning strikes violet behind him, the storm is in his eyes.

These centuries, I have loved—

You settle against his left side in such a way that it seems half of him is you. His hand at your waist pulls you closer, solidifying your presence.

Loved none but you,

You rest your forehead on his cheek, eyes falling shut. Your free hand grazes his—in a mock dance hold—not touching, but rather dwelling.

From the Shadows.

In these seconds of love, the moon peeks out from behind the clouds, shining down on the two of you.

But then again, the shadows have been the witnesses since the start of it all, so as the circle completes, the confession too shall be whispered into them—

"I love you."

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A/N :

And it's done!

Everytime I write, I hope that I improve. I still feel this one can be written a bit better, but then again there's— spoilers.

Anyways, this one took awhile huh? One word, Sandman. BECAUSE SWEET MERLIN I CAN'T— THAT SHOW IS *CHEF'S KISS*

And yes, I am definitely planning a fic for that one! Excited about it ngl.

What do you guys think about this though?

The poem? I have written in bold there is—

For centuries, I have loved— Loved none but you, From the Shadows. You and I are a story, a story written in the sands of time, the rain is the witness and so is the sky, a promise held fragile, because you see— These centuries, I have loved, Loved none but you, From the shadows.

Doesn't really feel like a poem though, I wrote it just on a whim I guess? I felt it went along with the atmosphere. Tell me if it doesn't, I'll remove the part.

I really, really hope you guys enjoy this.

Thankyou! ❤

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#five hargreeves #tua five #number five #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves imagine #tua #the umbrella academy #tua season 3 #tua3 #x reader

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healeroflightanddark · 3 months

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Dancing With the Dragons, Chapter 1: Run Yuya, Run!

A boy with hair like a tomato gasped for breath as he ran down the sidewalk, trying to outrun the mob behind him. Why, oh why, did he leave the hotel without a bodyguard or one of his brothers? He should have listened to them when they said that it wasn’t safe for him to wander around this city alone! He just wanted to check out the sights! Maybe grab a bite to eat or something too. But now he was running for his life, trying to find his way back to the hotel.

“Not like this, not like this, not like this, not like this, not like this!” the boy whimpered as he ran. He could hear the screaming mob getting closer. Even though he was very athletic, he still didn’t seem to be able to outrun them.

Suddenly, as he was approaching an intersection, a limo pulled up in front of him. The door swung open as the car screeched to a halt, and the boy wasted no time diving headfirst through the opening into the vehicle. He landed on the laps of three boys with the same face as him. As soon as he was inside the limo, the boy closest to the door slammed it shut, and the limo peeled off.

“Go go go!” the boys yelled to the driver, as if the limo wasn’t driving already. They looked out the back window, watching the mob get smaller and smaller, before the car turned a corner. As soon as the mob was out of sight, they all let out a collective sigh of relief.

“That was TOO CLOSE!” said the boy with eggplant-purple and black hair. “Did you see how close they were to catching him?!”

“Girls can be scary….” shuddered the boy with bluenana hair.

The purple-cabbage-haired boy helped the tomato-haired boy sit up, and buckled his seatbelt for him. “Ok, so what did we learn, Yuya?”

Yuya, the tomato-haired boy, thought for a bit as he caught his breath. “Fangirls… are… crazy?”

“What else?” the cabbage-haired boy asked.

Yuya thought some more. “I’m getting better at jumping into limos from a distance?”

“No!” the cabbage-haired boy said. He started tickling Yuya, who squealed and squirmed away, batting at the cabbage-haired boy’s hands. “No, that’s not what we learned!”

“We LEARNED that you should LISTEN to us when we say it’s too dangerous for you to go off on your own!” said the man with green and silver hair, who was sitting across from them.

Yuya groaned as the cabbage-haired boy stopped tickling him. “But Zaaaaarc!”

“No buts!” Zarc, the silver-haired man, said. “What do you think would have happened if Yuri hadn’t installed that tracker on your phone, huh?”

Yuri, the cabbage-haired boy, sat smugly next to Yuya. “Those fangirls would have eaten you alive!”

Yuya looked away, pouting. “They would not….”

The eggplant-haired boy, Yuto, sighed. “Did they talk to you before chasing you this time, or did they just recognize you and go after you?”

“They talked to me,” Yuya said. “They wanted autographs, and photos, and then one of them wanted me to kiss her, and I said I had to go, and that’s when they started chasing me.”

“Yep, girls can be scary,” the bluenana, Yugo, said.

Zarc sighed. “At least we found you before they could catch you.”

Yuya’s stomach suddenly growled loudly, and he blushed. “Can we stop to eat somewhere, please?”

“Ok, but we’re getting something other than popcorn or cotton candy,” Zarc said. “You need more than that to keep your energy levels up after being chased by a mob of crazy fangirls. So, where do you guys want to go?”

“Oh! Oh! Let’s grab some hot dogs from that street vendor near the hotel!” Yugo said excitedly.

Zarc checked his phone. “No, the reviews online say the vendor’s cart is filthy. We’re not risking any of you getting sick from food poisoning. Especially not while we’re on tour.”

Yugo pouted a little. “Well, what about a taco truck then?”

“I’m not in the mood for tacos,” Yuri said. “How about we go to The Spice Is Right?”

Yuto made a face. “You know I don’t like spicy food! What about Umi Sushi?”

“Oh come on!” Yuri said. “We had sushi for dinner last night! I want something spicy!”

“I want a taco!” Yugo complained. “Or a hot dog!”

Yuto, Yuri, and Yugo started arguing. Yuya was looking out the window, pouting a little from being denied popcorn and cotton candy. Then he saw something. “Oh, hey! There’s a buffet right there! Why don’t we go there? Buffets have something for everyone!”

His brothers stopped arguing for a moment, crowding up against him to look out the window. Yuto thought for a moment, then said, “Eh, sure, why not?”

“Yeah, I’m cool with a buffet!” Yugo said.

Yuri crossed his arms and pouted. “I don’t wanna go to a buffet!”

“Ok, a vote then,” Zarc said. “All in favor of going to a buffet?”

Yuto, Yugo, and Yuya raised their hands. Yuri’s pouting intensified. “Do you even know how many people breathe over the food in buffets?!”

“Pleeeeeaaaase, Yuri?” Yuya pleaded, giving Yuri puppy eyes. His stomach growled again. Yuri tried not to look at Yuya’s adorable puppy face, but eventually caved in. “Oh, alright… But we better find the best buffet in town then! I don’t wanna eat at a one star buffet!”

Zarc began searching on his phone. “There’s a five star buffet about twenty miles from here. You four good waiting until we get there?”

“Yeah!” the four said.

“Alright, I’ll call the bodyguards and have them meet us there,” Zarc said. He began making the calls on his phone as the limo set off on its new course.

Yuya wiggled happily as he watched the sights pass by through the window. Once or twice he saw some billboards advertising the Yu-Boys tour, and he smiled. Being in a boy band was a lot of fun, even if he did have to run from his fangirls every now and then.

The Yu-Boys were the No. 1 musical group in the entire country, having been an overnight sensation four years ago, and pumping out hit song after hit song ever since. It probably didn’t hurt that both of their parents were famous as well, with their father Yusho being a famous magician and their mother Yoko being a celebrity chef. Fourteen-year-old quadruplets Yuto, Yuri, Yugo, and Yuya had been performing onstage ever since they were ten.

Yuya could still remember the exhilaration he felt when he and his brothers had performed their first song live for the first time. It was so exciting, and he had always looked forward to their live performances ever since. Sure, he felt nervous before each show, but as soon as the show started, his nerves disappeared. He lived to perform!

Even Zarc had been a performer for a while. Unfortunately six years ago, when he was eighteen, a crazy fan jumped on him. Zarc’s leg had broken, and he was unable to continue performing. Now he was the quadruplets’ manager. He made sure his younger brothers were safe from crazy fans, even if Yuya’s sneaking off made that difficult at times.

“Hey, Yuya, are you listening?” Yuri’s voice broke Yuya out of his thoughts. The youngest quadruplet looked up to see his older brothers looking at him.

“Uh… sorry, what?” Yuya asked, blushing a little. His brothers chuckled.

“I said we’re going to be performing our newest song tomorrow night,” Yuto said. “The one you wrote.”

“Oh, yeah!” Yuya said happily. In addition to being their manager, Zarc also wrote most of the Yu-Boys’ songs, but there were a fair amount that the quadruplets had written themselves. “I can’t wait! I’m so excited!”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be great!” Yugo said. “Nobody’s heard it yet but us! And Mom and Dad too!”

Yuya wiggled in excitement. Oh, how he loved performing! Entertaining the masses was his greatest joy in life!

“Hey, look! There’s the stadium we’ll be at tomorrow!” Yugo suddenly said, pointing through the window. “Cool!”

The stadium had a massive billboard with the Yu-Boys’ faces plastered on it, and the words The Yu-Boys Dragon Tour Live! It made a shiver of anticipation go down Yuya’s spine. The tomato-haired boy smiled and lay his head on Yuri’s shoulder, snuggling into him with a content smile.

The moment Yuya snuggled into Yuri, their brothers reacted. Yugo crossed his arms and began pouting, Yuto glared at Yuri, and Zarc tried not to show his annoyance on his face. Yuya gave the best, most highly coveted cuddles in the family, and whenever he was cuddling someone, the others got jealous.

Yuri smirked and wrapped his arm around Yuya, enjoying the brotherly affection. He was quite pleased with this turn of events, but he knew that he would have to make sure he sat next to Yuya on the way back to the hotel, or one of the others would get to cuddle the youngest Sakaki brother. And that simply would not do!

Yuya’s eyes were closed and he had an adorable smile on his face as he snuggled into Yuri. Zarc couldn’t help snapping a photo of the youngest Sakaki brother. Moments later, the quadruplets’ phones all went off, alerting them to something being sent to their group chat. They all checked their phones (Yuya and Yuri a bit reluctantly), and saw that Zarc had sent the adorable photo of Yuya.

Yuya blushed a little. It was a bit embarrassing how his brothers were always trying to take cute photos of him to share with each other, but it did make him feel appreciated. That did not mean that he was actively trying to be cute, it just came naturally. Yuri always called himself the handsome one, but Yuto, Yugo, and Zarc insisted that Yuya was the cute one. (Yuri didn’t disagree, he just made sure it was known that he was the handsome one.)

“Why are you guys always taking photos of me….” Yuya pouted. “I’m not that cute!”

“Tell that to your fangirls,” Zarc said with a smirk, which caused the youngest Sakaki boy to squeak in embarrassment and hide his face in Yuri’s chest. Which of course meant that Zarc immediately snapped another photo of him and sent it into the group chat.

“Zaaaaaarc! Stoooooop!” Yuya whined.

“Alright, fine,” Zarc relented. “But only because we’ve arrived at the buffet.”

“I still think we should have gone to The Spice Is Right,” Yuri muttered.

“Well, too bad, you were outvoted!” Yugo said. Yuri shoved him into Yuto’s lap, but without any real aggression.

“Come on, let’s go eat!” Yuya said, unbuckling his seatbelt. He started to reach for the limo door handle, but Zarc stopped him.

“Wait,” Zarc said. “We’re not getting out until the bodyguards arrive.”

“But I’m hungry now!” Yuya whined.

“I know, but I’m not about to risk some crazy fan attacking you, or trying to kidnap you again,” Zarc said calmly.

Yuya pouted, but sat still as he remembered how he had almost been kidnapped two months ago by a fan. He had been walking home after his gymnastics class back in the Maiami City Athletics Center, when a fan that had been following him for two blocks tried to kidnap him. Luckily a police car had been nearby and put a stop to that, but Yuya’s family had been so shaken by the incident that they insisted on him never being in public without a few bodyguards to protect him. Even his brothers had bodyguards now, just to be on the safe side.

“That was really scary,” Yugo said, shaking his head. “I don’t even want to know what that fan was planning to do with you….”

“Yeah, neither do I,” Yuto agreed.

“Well, the good thing is that she won’t be able to try again now that she’s in jail,” Zarc said. “Ah, there’s our bodyguards’ car now.”

The bodyguards pulled up next to the limo and got out, ready to do their job and protect the boys. The chauffeur opened the limo door, and the boys got out, ready to have some lunch. They walked into the buffet, and were greeted by a bored hostess.

“Hi, welcome to the Sakura Buffet, how many—Oh my gosh! You’re the Yu-Boys!” The hostess’s whole demeanor changed as soon as she recognized the boys. “Welcome! Welcome!”

“Hi!” Yuya said cheerfully. “Table for five?”

“Oh! Oh, yes of course!” the hostess said. “Right this way!”

She led the way through the restaurant to a table big enough to fit all of the boys. As they followed her, the dining area suddenly became full of whispers and wide-eyed stares. It wasn’t often that celebrities dined at this particular buffet.

“Can I get you boys anything to drink?” the hostess asked as the five brothers reached their table.

“I’ll have an iced tea,” Zarc said.

“I’ll take sweet tea,” Yuri said.

“I’d like a raspberry lemonade,” said Yugo.

“Lemon-lime Ramune for me,” said Yuto.

“And can I get a strawberry lemonade, please?” Yuya asked.

“Of course!” the hostess said. She rushed off to get them their drinks.

“Alright, let’s eat!” Yuya said happily. He and his brothers hurried off to the serving stations and began grabbing some food. Yuya was very hungry after his escape from his crazy fangirls, so he grabbed multiple plates piled with as much food as he could carry, before sitting at the table to eat.

“Wow, you must have grabbed everything this buffet has to offer!” Yuto said as Yuya happily took a big bite out of a hamburger. Yuya smiled as he chewed, lost in the flavor.

Click!

The sound of a photo being taken brought Yuya back to earth, and he looked up to see Yuri tapping something out on his phone. Then the brothers’ group chat dinged, and they all began checking what Yuri said. Well, all of them except for Yuya, who was too hungry to check his phone at first. Then, a series of dings came from his phone, and he got curious. He checked the group chat, and blushed at what was sent.

Yuri: Are you religious?

Yuri: I’d like to introduce you to my religion.

Yugo: What’s your religion?

Yuto: I’m interested.

Yuya: Guyyyyyyys! Why do you keep doing this?!

Zarc: Because you’re the adorable one.

Yuya: Honestly, you guys can be almost as bad as the paparazzi, you know that right?

Yugo: Not our fault you’re adorable….

Yuya pouted and put his phone away, determined to enjoy his meal without his brothers’ photo shenanigans interfering. His brothers chuckled and put their own phones away to eat. And as they ate, Yuya smiled. He loved his brothers, even if they did embarrass him with all the photos. He wouldn’t trade them for the world.

#yugioh arc v #yuya sakaki #yuto #yuri #yugo #zarc #Boy Band AU #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on quotev #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on fanfiction.net #cross posted on deviantart

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mirersc · 1 year

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“A CHILD'S FIRST FIREWORK-GAZING”

After Rouge Heroes

"Right this way, Tails!"

"I'm right behind you, Sonic. But where are we even going?"

"It's a secret, but you will like it. Promise!"

Snow covered most of Station Square's streets as dozens of Mobians strolled down the town's pavements. Couples held hands with each other, admiring the lovely atmosphere that the magical weather showcased and families sang carols happily all together, enjoying either their free time at restaurants or staying outside to gaze upon the stars.

It was night and specifically ten minutes before the clock would hit officially midnight, signaling the start of a new day, but also the start of a new year. If you asked any child how they felt that such a cheery celebration was coming due they would squeal with excitement and reply back with the best words they could come up with.

That wasn't the case though for Tails as he walked behind Sonic, following him to who knows where he was heading at the middle of the night.

Previously, he, Sonic and Knuckles were planning to head to Rouge's bar, where they and the rest of the gang would be celebrating the arrival of the New Year. At first, when they had received the invitation around December, they had politely declined the bat's offer, still not very well acquainted with the other Mobians, except Rouge herself. However, when she'd brought to their blue teammate that there would be chili dogs awaiting him at the table, both kit and echidna had realized that they would not be able not to partake in the event.

But Tails wanted a lot to attend the gathering, even if a part of him screamed at him not to. When you had been spending your entire life working for the man that had been trying to kill the people that now welcomed you in their lives willingly, it was complicated. Tails didn't know how to feel about his situation. Knuckles on the other hand, had had it pretty rough, but still he at least seemed to be handling things easier than he did.

Sighing at himself, Tails decided not to dwell anymore on his concerns and instead he focused on where he was going. He turned his gaze from his shoes to the road ahead of him, before one of his tails decided to make him trip and send him over to Sonic.

"Woh!"

"I gotcha, buddy!" Tails felt his face getting covered by a peach torso and in an instance a pair of arms encircled and steadied him, before he could fall on the ground.

Tails didn't know the why nor did he know the how, but it was that moment where he felt safer than ever, all his troubled thoughts fading to the background like someone had casted a spell on him. Serenity would be the feeling he was experiencing and Tails decided that he liked it. He liked it more than the fear he had always been feeling around the doctor, the anger that was now conquering his mind, when he was catching sight of him, the sadness that ozzed him as he felt that nothing mattered anymore in the world. However all of that had changed, when Sonic, Knuckles and then everyone else in Rouge's gang, including herself had walked inside his life. He didn't feel any negative emotions anymore, aside from his everyday concerns.

Perhaps, he would feel more of these nice sensations that left a sweet and cozy warmth in his heart.

Abruptly Tails sensed the hold of the other Mobian tightening and bringing him back to his feet, when out of instinct he threw himself to Sonic's chest and began nuzzling him. That made the older one stop midway his actions, going ultimately still as he felt the muzzle of the fox tickling him.

Tails, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind as he carried on with his deed. Maybe Sonic didn't have a chestfur like Shadow and Silver did, but to him his chest was perfect! Tails felt the short fur against his furry muzzle warming him and the embrace of the other only made him more comfortable as the time passed.

The fox would almost forget that he was even outside, if it wasn't for Sonic to start chuckling, "Sorry, buddy. If I knew that you wanted a hug so much, I would had definitely given you one earlier."

At that, Tails stopped for a bit. Was that what he really had wanted from first hand? The feeling of someone embracing him, telling him that everything would be okay? He didn't have time to put a lot of thought into this, as suddenly, his feet were not touching the ground and his angle of view changed, as he got placed in the other's back.

"Here. How about a piggy ride? That way you will not have to worry that you will trip again. I get that your tails must be a lot of trouble to deal with," Tails looked downwards and got met up with a wink.

It was then that he realized that he in fact did want to feel loved.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to indulge. Maybe he wouldn't be hurt once again. Sonic was not Eggman after all.

He was his friend.

Instantly a bright smile covered the kit's face, "Yes!"

Sonic grinned, "Alright then! Get ready for the Sonic Express to take off!"

"Let's go already!" Tails hugged his teammate- no friend and laughed, when the hedgehog finally took off, dodging any other Mobian on his way with the kit politely excusing themselves. By all means Sonic wasn't fast like Rouge was in the sky and he could not even reach the speeds that Knuckles did, but he certainly was faster than any other Mobian at that moment.

After two minutes of running, the duo entered Station Square's biggest park and they walked -or more like Sonic walked- where the benches were located, which were placed at the highest area of the town. When Sonic and him arrived at the top of the peak, Tails got off of his back and flew to sit at the balustrade, his feet hanging from there.

"Em… is this what you wanted to show me? Bloom park?"

Sonic shook his head and crossed his arms, placing them at the balustrade, "Well, actually no, but in order for the surprise to work, this is the place where we have to be."

Tails titled his head at the hedgehog's response, "Surprise? What surprise?"

Sonic raised an eyebrow and Tails' face in an instance formed into a deadpan, "Ah, right. You said surprise."

"Glad that you are catching on!" the blue hedgehog chuckled and the kit couldn't help, but giggle as well.

However, he shot up at the next minute, "Wait! What time is it!"

"If my hedgehog hunch is correct, which is never wrong it should be about-"

"10, 9, 8-"

"-seven seconds before twelve!"

Tails screeched, "Oh no! The countdown! We should immediately go to Rouge's bar or else we will miss it! I-I will fly us-"

"7, 6-"

A finger got placed at his lips and he immediately shut his mouth, not without glaring at the other though, "Hold up there. It's alright, pal, this is actually part of the surprise! The others know that we are here."

"B-But then we would-"

"5, 4, 3-"

"Yes we will not be there with them, when the year is changing, but trust me you will love what is about to come." Sonic removed his hand and Tails' namesakes moved with anticipation at his sides, "Really?"

"I would never lie to you. Just relax and watch."

"2, 1-"

Tails took a deep breath and grabbed one of Sonic's hands with one of his own. Sonic sent him a smile, which the kit returned with one of his own and then together they looked upon the sky, just like everyone else that was there.

*DING*

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"

In the next second, Tails felt like he was waking up from a deep slumber. The distant sound of fireworks suddenly made itself presentable in the pregnant silence of the one millisecond, where all of the planet had gone quiet and just how a fire's spark comes alive, the merry explosions got unleashed in the cold of the night and the deep blue got replaced with an illustrious colorful light.

Red, orange, yellow, green, pink and any other color that someone could think of decorated the usual monotone hue of the sky and as if everything was paused, the sound returned and cheers erupted everywhere.

Tails, though, couldn't hear them, as he was simply too engrossed in the magical scenery before him.

The sight was simply breathtaking

A light tug on his arm and a small chuckle was all that was needed for Tails' small smile to turn into his biggest grin.

"Happy new year, Tails."

"Happy new year, Sonic."

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~ HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM CHAOS REVERSED ~

In this AU:

Sonic takes Rouge's role

Tails takes Omega's role

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic au #chaos reversed AU #happy new year!#let us hope that 2023 will be a great year!#sonicfanart #sonic and tails

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lukkyboyk · 1 year

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A while back my friends and I were bored so we decided to write a silly story about a squirrel and a homeless man. We never finished it and I just happened to stumble upon it now so I wanted to share it. Hope you enjoy !

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Seventy and Frisky

Chapter 1: Homeless man POV

It was a dark and stormy night as the wind howled through trees. I was all alone. Until… I met someone who would change my life forever.

“S-s-s-s-quaek…” (h-h-h-h-h-h-hi!!!)

“What’re you doing out here all alone, kitten?” I growled sexily. The mere sight of him was turning me on.

“S-s-s-s-querak suwkeake deez nuts” (I was getting ice cream with your mom)

“My mom is dead, however darling, why don’t you come home with me? I live in a luxurious tent down the street. Care to join me for the night?” I said in an exTREMELY seductive tone. I knew I was getting to him by the way his little whiskers were trembling.

“S-swiohwdkkjaadkj…” (d-daddy, I’m just a good little boy, and my mommy told me never to go home with strangers)

“If you get to know me well enough, I won’t be a stranger anymore… You'll know me inside and out” *growls and moans softly*

“Squ-squ-squeak!!” (y-y-yes sir…) I could tell he didn’t want to comply, so I tried something else…

“I’ll keep you nice and warm… I’ll do things to you you’ve only ever dreamed of. One catch, I only have a single bed, but if you agree to my terms… Then I don’t think that will be a problem, little one.”

Squeak squ-squeak!!! (yes.. I-I-I agree…)”

I picked him up by his (sexy af) tail and he squealed excitedly at my touch. We walked in silence for a short while before entering my tent and arriving at my fz bedroom.

“Darling… Hop in bed…”

The squirrel tantalizingly laid onto the bed and waited for the sexy man to make a move; he pinned the squirrel down and forced their lips together. They made out as the homeless man started to remove his clothes.

“Wait… Sweet pie…. One moment, I need to fetch something from my closet.”

The squirrel waited impatiently when suddenly the man came back into the bedroom holding a blindfold and some handcuffs.

The homeless man grabs his arms and whips them above the squirrel as he carefully ties the blindfold behind the squirrel’s ears. He puts his big fat juicy meaty cock inside the rodents virgin pussy (no prep btw) as it wailed in pain, his ruthless throes were unforgettable yet he couldn't help but enjoy it, the little spirit telling him he needs to end his life of virginity turned big and bold. This was his chance to change things. This was his chance to prove to everyone in his sorrowful life that he wasn’t a nobody, that he can be naughty sometimes. so the vile rodent channeled his inner slut and started whipping his waist back and forth pushing his throbbing cock in and out of the tight lewd pussy. It was his first and most triumphant experience, the first of many to come. Finally the old man got what he wanted, dropping buckets of his stored up semen straight into the little sluts pussy he fell to the ground in shock, cum poured from his vagina of what seemed like an everlasting stream he screams in horror, was he pregnant?

Chapter 2: Squirrel POV

I quickly got up in shock, what could this mean? What will my parents think? Will I still be able to go to school? “SHIT” homeless man exclaimed “I DON'T HAVE ANY BIRTH CONTROLS” and I stood there numb and aghast, with nothing to stop it. With mild hesitation I ran outside and desperately tried washing it all out in the rain, scooping up handfuls of rainwater at a time and using it to scrub out the semen. After a solid 30 minutes of worrying and desperation. “If you haven't gotten it all out by now you never will” said the man in a dejected remark “by now it's hopeless”.

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n1k1tty · 3 years

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kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #jake enhypen #enhypen jake x reader #jake x reader #jake sim #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun

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trixree · 2 years

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When they finally catch up to this latest branch of the illegal exotic animal trade, they do so in a dingy warehouse nestled deep within the Lowers. It’s the cliche of all cliches—an enormous space that reeks of mildew and raw sewage, various incompetent goons playing sabacc atop upturned crates and smoking death-sticks, rusty doors that are so ancient they have literal hinges that squeal and shriek when touched.

What Hound couldn’t have predicted is the bird.

It’s not all that big compared to some of the other animals here. In fact, it’s actually pretty small—its body is about the size of a large grapefruit. It isn’t the most vibrant animal, either. There are all sorts of creatures in here, crammed into too-tiny cages, in all sorts of gaudy colorations, with fangs and without fangs, with wings and without wings, small and large, liable to eat a person and not. It’s just sort of… green, with a pale gray face and chest. And round. It’s so round and puffy.

As the rescue guys come in and start to catalog and care for the animals, Hound notices that the Commander is… lingering by the bird. They’re a bizarre mirror of each other, the bird’s little head tilted at the exact same angle as Fox’s.

“What’cha got there, Commander?” Hound says.

The little puffy bird opens its beak and says, plain if but a bit croaky, “44th and 12th!”

“It talks?” escapes Hound.

“44th and 12th! 19th, eh?” the bird replies.

“I think they’re cross-streets,” Fox says.

The bird makes a series of clicking sounds, picks up one clawed foot, and begins to nibble gently at its nails, apparently finished with them. It is the clearest dismissal Hound has ever seen. This is saying something, seeing as Hound works with the Commander every day and the man's only hobby is dismissing subordinates with apathy.

“You think it picked up information from these fuckos?” he indicates the goons that his squad is busy loading into the prison transport with a thumb jerked towards the open door.

In reply, Fox begins to fiddle with the lock on the bird’s cage. It isn't actually a reply at all, Foxy. Please stop that, Foxy. You don't know where this creature has been.

The creature stops its nail care, one foot still raised, to watch him attentively. When the metal door swings open, Fox holds up one gauntlet, palm down, and waits.

After a moment’s consideration, the bird takes one little hop and perches on Fox’s hand.

“Good girl,” Fox praises her. This is a momentous occasion, as Hound is fairly certain he has never heard anything even remotely close to praise escape Fox’s mouth. The closest they've come is Fox telling Sargeant Dogma, "You're alright." The Sargeant wept. Fox was repulsed. Since then, there has never been a repeat occasion.

“Uhh, Commander?” Hound tries, despairing as the bird climbs its way up Fox’s arm towards his shoulder bell, blunted little claws click-clacking against plastoid until she settles at Fox’s neck and resumes her preening.

“We’ll take her back to HQ and see if she can give us any more information,” Fox says. His tone brokers no questions.

Hound has questions.

“She?”

Fox’s deadpan stare can be felt through his bucket. He says, reaching up to scratch gently at the bird’s fluffy little cheeks, “I’m naming her Hound.”

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Word of Hound spreads through the barracks like wildfire. Human-Hound, as everyone is now calling him, despairs.

It turns out that Hound the Lesser had heard a whole lot more than just cross-streets where deals were taking place. She has a broad vocabulary from names to addresses to a colorful array of curses in many languages. Some of these curses might come from Fox himself, who has not let Hound out of his sight since acquiring her.

Thorn claims that he saw Fox brushing his teeth with Hound curled up and sleeping in Fox’s pocket. Stone says that he saw Fox feeding her bites of his lunch: a single apple. Thire claims nothing but laughs loudly whenever Hound complains about his usurper.

If Hound didn’t care about animals so much—all animals, even terrible little name-stealing birds—he might be tempted to do some off-leash training with Grizzer right around Fox’s office. But alas, Hound could never, and so he resigns himself to his fate. And the worst part of it?

For some reason, the bird hates him.

Thorn had hypothesized that it was the teeth painted on Hound’s bucket that is so off-putting. But when Hound enters Fox’s office on this bright and sunny Coruscant morning, sans-bucket, a green projectile flies at his fucking face—

Hound ducks with a cry, clattering noisily into the doorframe.

Fox’s little demon screams an ear-shattering scream of avian triumph.

“Good girl, Hound,” Fox praises. He clicks his tongue and the demonic creature returns to him, perching on a little metal stand—that’s new; where the fuck did he get it?—on Fox’s desk. “Human-Hound," Fox greets him.

Cautiously, Hound straightens out of his defensive crouch against the door. “Commander,” he grouses. “Why did your beast attack me?”

Fox has not yet looked up from his datapad. Without pause or hesitation, he reaches into a drawer of his desk and produces what looks like some sort of nut. He passes this nut to Hound, who takes it daintily in one claw and transfers it to her beak. Staring at Hound, she cracks said nut open and begins to chew.

“Training,” Fox says.

“Training?”

At this, Fox looks at him. Hound would really rather prefer Fox didn’t look at him with such disdain, but he’ll take what he can get. Fox tends to look at everyone with disdain, except for his avian monstrosity, Sergeant Dogma, and Commander Thorn.

“Did you need something, Sergeant?”

Hound sighs and steps forward with his datapad stack. “Yeah. Here,” he offers the stack up, eyeing the bird warily. At least her mouth is occupied with her treat. Less chance of getting bitten. Getting bitten? Fucking sucks.

Fox takes them with a wordless grumble and starts scrolling through the order. Hound eyes up Hound. Her little metal perch is, inexplicably, welded to the top of Commander Fox’s desk--a fixture as permanent as Fox’s under-eye bags.

Fantastic.

“Where’d you get that?” Hound asks, tipping his head at the perch.

“Pretty, pretty bird,” Hound croaks at him in her strange raspy bird-voice. He’s certain she’s just issued a challenge to him. He’s less certain of what this challenge actually is.

Fox gives him a withering look. “You were there,” he says.

“Not the bird! The perch!”

“I made it.”

“You made it?”

“Nar’sheb,” contributes Hound.

Hound gapes. “Did she just tell me to ‘shove it up my ass’?”

Fox barks out a laugh. It’s terrifying. Hound wants it to stop. He wants it to stop yesterday. Commander Fox laughing is simply unnatural, like General Yoda in an evening gown or Senator Binks speaking with a Coruscanti accent.

Fox offers his denizen of evil another nut.

“I’m leaving,” Hound says, backing slowly towards the door. "Just get me those 'pads... whenever."

All of Hound the Lesser’s attention is on him as she holds the nut between her skinny little claws. And then she begins to bounce, head bobbing rapidly up and down.

Fox starts to laugh. Again.

Hound rushes from the office like his life depends on it. Frankly, it just might.

#speed comissions!#coruscant guard #guard centric shenanigans #commander fox my beloved #hound #as a bird guy myself i belive that commander fox is also a bird guy #no i will not be taking questions at this time #also the bird is a Quaker parrot #i met one at the vet last week named Amber and she was a sweetheart #extremely loud sweetheart #i hope you enjoyed it!!!#thank you so much for the prompt and the support!#trixree writes

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Curiosity Killed The Cat ~ LMH & LF [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.9K

PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader x Felix

GENRE: consensual smut, Hitman au, mentions of death, assisnation, bombings, blood, face riding, oral, threesome, M/F/M, after care, no protection

A/N: Please I had so much fun with this! I love writing AU’s so much!!! 🥺🥰💗 Hope this is okay for you my lovely little anon!

"If you don't stop tapping that pen I'm going to shove it so far down your neck you'll whistle when you breathe," Minho growled in Felix's direction as they sat together in an old beat-up car. All Felix had done for the last four hours was tap and click the pen over and over again deciding that he was single-handedly going to be the one driving force that made Minho want to quit his job.

"I don't see anything else to do," Felix countered as he stared back at his partner who simply glared at him before looking out of the window again. It was a stupid idea to stake out a university it looked suspicious that two men were waiting in a car outside but it was the bosses orders. Stake out the school and wait for the suspect to come out but it felt creepy. Although it was a university and most of the students were their age it was strange to them both.

"Have we actually seen him go in?" The truth was no one had seen the guy that they were after in almost seven months, he was good at hiding which was why he was nicknamed "The Chameleon," something Minho hated. Why give the bad guy a name it was only going to boost the ego even more.

"He's supposedly acting as a student," Minho handed the folder over to Felix keeping his eyes on the door, the Chameleon could walk out right under your nose and no one would have an idea it was him.

"Why a student? Surely it would be feeling for him to be a teacher," Felix flicked through the folder the guy was a serial bomber that his company had been after for years. He'd killed almost over 100 people with no remorse whatsoever. It was as if the guy was a robot, he didn't care who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted, not that anyone knew what that was. His clues were always so vague. One thing for sure, it wasn't money that he was after.

The government had tried to pay him to stop the needless killings only for the guy to blow the bag up in the middle of the street.

"Easier to hide...Won't be so obvious when things go missing around the school...The student we're looking at fits his usual MO." Minho sighed taking a deep breath and looking at Felix for the first time in an hour. It was beginning to worry him the closer the two of them got to catching the guy. Their job wasn't a simple catch him and arrest him, no, they were the last resort. Kill him on sight as soon as they know, without a shadow of a doubt that it's him. Assassins or as they were better known as now, Hitmen.

"Transfers in the middle of the year, things from the science department go missing and then there's the-" Right as Minho was about to explain that there were constant fire drills the alarm began to blare out through the school.

"Those," He mumbled staring back over at the double-doored exit from the school. There was no use sitting at the entrance when they knew he liked to hide from everyone, if he was the one doing this they needed to find him and quickly before anyone else got hurt.

"Another drill?" You mumbled looking to your left to see your best friend Mina smirking at you, you rolled your eyes knowing why she was so happy. Thanks to the fire alarm she was going to get out of her final exam and pass it no matter what,

"It wouldn't surprise me if you were the one pulling them," You mumbled sarcastically as you pulled your satchel over your shoulder, looking around for her so-called boyfriend.

"What did you do? Get Farara to pull it?" You teased as you jabbed your elbow into her side, walking out into the courtyard and taking in a deep breath,

"You need to relax, we've just finished exams and you're still studying," Mina rolled her eyes at you, it was always the same with her. She wanted you to let your hair down and relax while you wanted to focus on things that were important to you, like actually passing your course.

"I have another two years to go, you're done. I'm just getting started." You reminded her as you looked around, you loved Mina with all of your heart but since meeting Farara she seemed to be getting in trouble more. Not only with the university but with the police. Just last week you'd been called down to the station to bail her out because she was caught driving around in a stolen car with enough products to set a whole house on fire.

"Take a year off, come with me and Farara to England. He's going to take me away and spend time with his family." The more you heard about the guy the more worry began to grow inside of you. She'd hardly known him and yet she was planning to run away to a different country with him,

"What does he even do for a living? To get all of this money?" You questioned hoping she wouldn't get too annoyed with you asking her about him. It seemed as though whenever you asked questions she would get pissed at you, claiming that you were just trying to poke holes in their "relationship,"

"What does it matter?" She stared at you with a disgusted look on her face,

"Hey, baby!" A voice cried out as a pair of strong-looking arms wrapped around Mina.

"Snuckums!" She practically squealed making you jump as she turned around and began making out with him grotesquely in front of everyone.

"That's my cue to leave," You said loud enough for them to hear, turning to head home to your dorms when Mina grabbed your arm.

"Party tonight. Come with us," She begged looking at you with pleading eyes, as you were about to decline Farara scoffed at the thought of it.

"Y/n? At a party, don't make me laugh. She's the party pooper baby, she doesn't know how to have fun." For some reason, the anger bubbled up inside of you and it seemed to annoy you more. If Mina had been the one to say it it wouldn't have bothered you as much but from him, you wanted to prove him wrong.

"I'll be there. Text me the details," You smiled smugly in his direction but he just seemed to smirk, it made you feel uneasy to see him smirking at you like that.

"This will be great! A going-away party right baby!?" Mina squealed before making out with him once again.

After spending almost four hours trying to pick something to wear you finally felt ready to go and headed straight to the party. It was at the frat house Farara had been living in since he got to the university. The whole walk over from your dorms you could have sworn someone was following you along.

"Glad you could join us, take this." Mina handed you a drink and then laid a flower necklace around you before disappearing into the house leaving you alone.

The whole house seemed to be partying hard, loud music was blaring for different speakers each of which was playing a different song. People were already yelling and dancing drunkenly along the floor and not to mention someone throwing up in a flower pot.

"You came pretty late, didn't think you were going to show," Farara smirked once he caught sight of you in the kitchen. You hummed before putting down the cup Mina had given to you, there was no way you were going to drink that night. Not unless it was water at least. You didn't know anyone besides Mina and she was clearly preoccupied with other things.

"We have juice boxes in the basement," Farara joked earning a laugh from someone else in the kitchen but Mina pushed him softly.

"Leave Y/n alone, she came and that's all that matters. Come on, let's go dance." She pulled you straight into the living room without giving you a chance to answer her.

"Isn't this fun?! I'm so sad you never got to have parties all year," She pouted at you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she swayed in time to whatever song she heard first. The mixture of the songs and stench alcohol all starting to hurt your head the longer that you stood there but you were at least going to wait an hour before heading home.

"What the fuck are we doing?" Minho mumbled as he stared down at the jeans and shirt he was wearing, Felix had dressed in the same outfit only a different coloured shirt. When Felix suggested going to the party Minho didn't think he meant actually attending it.

"We're blending in." He chuckled laying one of the flower necklaces around Minho's neck who stared at him with a filthy look the moment it touched his chest.

"What better way to find out information than going to the people that know the guy." It still didn't make Minho feel any better about being at some kind of dumb University frat party. Everyone was drunk and drooling over one another except for the girl that they had followed over, you.

"Look," Minho nudged Felix and nodded in your direction as they watched you heading for the bathroom alone. You stood out amongst the rest, instead of dancing or drinking you were simply looking for a bathroom and keeping your head down. They only knew about the party because they'd overheard you and Mina talking about it earlier that day.

"She looks like she could be here to help, we saw them speaking with one another earlier," Minho reminded Felix but he shook his head,

"She does look like she wants to be here, they didn't look like they liked one another." Minho shrugged his shoulders as he thought back on it,

"All good acting," The two of them weren't sure if Farara had a partner this time but in all of his other bombings, he had someone. Someone who would take the fall for him, usually the good girl gone bad once they met him and fell for his traps. Promising them a life of happiness in another country, planning everything out so it would seem as though he truly loved and cared for them when he didn't.

"I'm just saying we find The Chemelon, take care of business and leave," Felix whispered as they made their way through to the kitchen when they saw him. A loud laugh spread through the air that physically sent shivers down their spines, watching as he left out of the kitchen door and down the back garden.

"Follow him," They said in unison as they headed out of the same door, keeping their heads down as they tried to see what it was he was doing.

Stepping out onto the back porch you took in a long deep breath of the cold air, it felt nice to have it circulating through you instead of the stuffy air from inside. Mina had begged you to stay once she caught you trying to leave, making you promise her that you wouldn't go anywhere until she found Farara who had run off leaving her in charge of the party. In your mind, he was out fucking someone else since he seemed like a player but you weren't about to tell one of your best friends that.

The longer you stood there the more you wanted to go home but as you looked down at the end of the garden you frowned. Inside the small shed, there was a flashing light coming through the window and you could have sworn you heard someone grunting.

"I swear to god if this is Farara I'll murder him," You mumbled to yourself as you began to walk towards the building. All you were going to do was look through the window, if it was him you'd find Mina and tell her. If it wasn't him you'd just act as though you hadn't seen anything but the closer you got the more uneasy you began to grow. Something inside of you was telling you to turn back but you weren't about to let your friend get cheated on by some good for nothing low-life.

"Tell us what you're planning and maybe we'll let you off easy," Felix whispered in Farara's ear from behind him. They'd followed him out and found him packing up a suitcase which meant the bombing was sooner than expected from him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," The boy stuttered as he stared between the two men in front of him, both of them had guns on display to intimidate him into speaking. As if being strapped into a chair with garden rope wasn't scary enough for him.

"Look, we know who you are. Just tell us where the bomb is," As soon as the word bomb left Minho's mouth he heard a gasp and branch snap from outside the shed. His eyes met with Felix and he nodded over to the side door where Felix could easily get out without being seen.

Stepping back from the building you tried to move out of the way but ended up backing into someone who pushed you back to the window. Forcing you to stare through it as the man inside shot Farara in the chair he was strapped to. There was no sound from the gun you just saw a blur before Farara dropped forward, lifeless in the chair as blood pooled from the small entrance wound in his head. A small scream was building up in your throat but before you could say a word a hand was covering your mouth and you were ushered into the shed.

"Clean up to Agents 322 and 366," The man who had killed Farara said down a small earpiece looking over at you with a small smirk on his face,

"What a curious little kitten," Felix purred in your ear as he ran his fingers up and down your cheek making you shiver,

“Curiosity Killed The Cat you know,” Minho chuckled as he looked over at you from his phone.

"I'll ask you once, and only once." Minho lowered himself to your level, looking you in the eyes.

"Do you know who he's working with? Your friend maybe? Could she have known what he was planning?" Bile rose up in your throat as you watched the blood pooling onto the floor, running along to Mino's shoes as he stood there.

"Mina. S-She wouldn't have know...I don't think," You looked back at Minho, the gut feeling inside of you seemed to subside as you looked at him and Felix who was now standing in front of you.

"You don't seem scared that we just killed your friend?" Felix questioned looking from the body and back to you, your eyes get dancing to and from Farara, half expecting him to jump up and have this be some kind of joke.

"A friend? I didn't know him and he did nothing but belittle me...What was it you said about a bomb?" Curiosity began to build in Minho as he watched you, there wasn't even an ounce of fear towards them from you.

"Have you heard of the Chameleon?" The realization hit you as you stared at Farara.

"He fits the MO." You mumbled shocking Felix who just seemed to stare at you in disbelief.

"You're training to be in the forces?" Minho asked as he laid a garden sheet over the body, your eyes staring back at him this time.

"My father was an FBI agent, I know some things...I know you're not FBI." A smirk plastered across Felix's lips as he watched you and Minho interacting the way you were. It was the first time he'd ever seen Minho act so casually with someone in months, not to mention he seemed laid back.

"How do you know that?" Felix quizzed looking over at you as he folded his arms over his chest.

"For starters, neither of you have a badge otherwise you would have shown me by now, your guns aren't standard issue for agents...So you're hitmen...That or random psychopaths." Minho blinked at you before standing up straight when he heard a knock on the door.

"Clean up crew," Minho pulled the door open and ushered you out with Felix on your other side.

"Do you need help with her?" A female voice asked as you turned your whole body to see a female staring at you.

"No thanks, you go and clean up. We'll take her home." Your eyes shot up to the one with the deep voice, Felix, and you frowned.

"We'll make sure you get home safe," Minho added when he could see how confused you were.

Leading you over to their car you stared at it, it was the same car that had been following you earlier.

"You followed me here," The back door opened and you crawled inside, looking around at all of the empty food packets.

"Ignore the mess, we were on a stakeout," Felix chuckled as he got into the front passenger seat and glanced back at you.

"I'm Felix and this is Minho," He shook your hand and you felt a spark ignite inside of you. The way his hand fit around yours made you shiver a little,

"Look at that, someone liked your touch Lix." Your eyes shot to Minho started up the car and smirked at you through the small review mirror.

"Give us your address kitten," The small nickname made you clench your thighs as you could feel an aerosol building. After giving them your dorm address you began trying to pull yourself back together, you'd just watch them kill someone and yet you were getting wet at the thought of them calling you kitten. It didn't help that they were insanely attractive, Felix's muscles could be seen through the thin white shirt he was wearing and Minho's ass looked like he worked out an awful lot. You blinked, ignoring the growing wetness that was pooling between your legs.

"Look at that, we haven't said one suggestive comment and you're squeezing your little thighs together," Minho chuckled as he reached a red light, turning to look at you from the front seat and licking his lips at the sight of you. Completely innocent and sitting there rubbing your legs together as if that was going to give you any kind of satisfaction that you were desperately craving.

"My guess is she's going to go home and touch herself to the thought of us," Minho teased as he began to drive once again, watching Felix as he turned to look at you. His eyes locking with you as he reached behind to rub your knee softly.

"I mean she doesn't have to think of us, we could do it for you princess." The car stopped outside your dorm but you made no attempt to move as the car was shut off.

"Would you like that?" Minho questioned turning his body to look at you. The need to press your thighs together built up but Felix kept them apart, licking his lips as he waited for you to answer the question. A finger trailed up and down your knee and you shuddered,

"Yes! Yes...Yes, I would like that," You spoke loudly as you stared at both of them, the two exchanged a smirk with one another before climbing out of the car and holding your door open.

"Then who are we to let a pretty little kitten go home needy," Felix growled in your ear, holding your arm as you all walked in the direction of your dorm room.

Neither of them wasted time when they got into your room, attaching their lips to either side of your neck as you let out small whimpers of pleasure. You could already feel each of them smirking against your skin, Felix's hands around your waist while Minho kept his on your breasts, massaging them softly with his hands whenever you would whimper.

"Here we thought you were the good girl," Minho whispered making you jerk away from him,

"I'm not. I'm sick of people saying that to me," You spat at him your eyes locking with his as he tilted his head to the side, a smug look on his face.

"Prove it to me," Without another word you pushed him down onto your bed sinking to your knees in front of him. You pulled down the jeans he was wearing discarding them behind you, forgetting about Felix behind you until he laid down on the floor.

"Up," He ordered, you rose to your knees and he slid under you so his breath was right against your core.

"Looks pretty," He whispered referencing the bright pink thong you had worn under your dress that night,

"But it needs to go." One snapping sound later and you felt a cool breeze on your core,

"Dripping wet Minho, you should see her." A finger began to trace along your folds making your hips jolt forward,

"So wet, pretty and-" A small kiss was placed on your clit and your eyes widened,

"Tastes define." Felix moaned out in a deep voice, you whimpered looking at Minho.

"The confidence seems to have faded from you kitten," You ignored him pulling his cock free from his boxer and smirking at the length. He was larger than you expected but you slowly pumped him in one hand, looking up at him smugly as he jerked. Minho shifted a little, leaning back against the bed letting his elbow prop him up. Running your fingers over the indent under the head of his cock your smirk grew wider as he moaned out.

"Good girl," He breathed out as your tongue began to caress him, swirling around the head of his cock before you took him into your warm mouth pumping your head back and forth while your other hand rested on his thigh.

"My turn," Felix whispered pulling you to sit down on his face as you let out a moan around Minho's cock who seemed to moan out in pleasure. Hollowing out your cheeks you ran your tongue over the indent you'd found earlier and he cried out gripping onto the sheets around him.

"Oh shit!" You moaned out as you could feel Felix's tongue running through your folds while he worked two fingers in and out of you, curling them up to meet your g-spot making you cry out again.

Minho thrust up into your mouth as you took him back, moving your head faster this time setting his whole body aflame. Each thrust of your head caused his whole body to stiffen and he looked at you, holding your face as he began to thrust a little more. You smirked around him nodding at him to let him know it was okay and he slowly began to thrust into your mouth.

"S-Shit she likes that Hyung, clenching around my tongue." Felix chuckled as he continued to eat you out aggressively as you rode his face, your hips bucking little by little as you felt an orgasm beginning to build up inside of you. Minho thrust up once more before his whole body shook and he let out a moan of your name, cumming into your mouth as he rolled his head back. You swallowed every last drop and focused on the pleasure Felix was giving to you, gripping onto the bed as you rocked your hips in time with his licks.

"So pretty when your face contorts like that," Minho chuckled as he began kissing you softly, holding your neck in his hand lightly as he forced you to look at him,

"Do you like this? Two strangers fucking you?" You nodded as you let out a choked moan, pulsating around Felix's fingers as he continued to thrust them into you at a rough pace.

"Cumming!" You screamed out as your hips continued to buck as your orgasm ripped through you, your legs shaking as you tried to stay upright on your knees instead of falling to the floor the way you wanted to.

"Y/n?" Felix whispered as he pulled himself into a sitting position, watching you as you ripped your dress off from your body, you were ready and you needed one of them inside of you. Now.

Lips met yours over and over again as Minho pulled you up onto the bed, sitting back against the headboard as you straddled his lap. Kissing him wherever you could, lips, neck, collarbone, anywhere you could get your lips on him. Felix sat behind you naked, his cock pressed against your ass as you let out a whine.

"Still so wet," Felix chuckled as he teased your entrance with two fingers, meanwhile Minho had worked his fingers down to your clit circling slowly.

"Holy fuck," You breathed out as your head fell forward to rest on top of Minho's. Your brain was in a fog as they continued to tease you with their fingers until Felix sank two inside of you and Minho applied the pressure that made you cry out pushing your hips back into Felix.

A third finger was added and your whole body felt as though it was on fire, your fingernails dug into Minho's arms as you cried out a mixture of both of their names.

"Someone is ready for us," Minho chuckled as they removed their fingers making you whimper at the sudden lack of touch from either of them. Felix moved to the edge of the bed and sat in the same position Minho had before.

"On the floor kitten," He whispered as you got onto your knees in front of him, this time Minho sat behind you with his cock at your entrance causing you to clench around nothing.

"You sure?" You ignored the stupid question as you sank down onto Minho's cock crying out as you adjusted to the size of him.

"That..Oh shit...That's a yes Felix," Minho moaned out as he held onto your thighs, grunting at the tight feeling as you wrapped around his cock. Smirking to yourself you looked up at Felix, taking him into your mouth and began to bob your head as you had done with Minho. The two men moaning out in pleasure as you controlled them, moving your hips up and down at a slow pace just to torture Minho that little bit more.

"Fuck," Minho's hands gripped onto your waist and he thrust up harder and faster into you, his breathing jagged as he moaned out your name. Felix's cock twitched into your mouth as you began to roll your tongue around the head of his cock, reaching your hand down between your thighs to circle your clit.

Fire was beginning to build in your stomach with both moans from men titling you over the edge.

"Just like that," Felix cried out as you moved your head in time with Minho's fast thrust. The room filled with wet sounds and slapping skin as you cried out around Felix's length. Felix's hand rested on your cheek as he began to thrust into your mouth, grunting as he came down your throat holding you around him until his hips stopped jerking.

"M-Minho! I-I’m cumming! I-I’m cumming!" You screamed out as he continued his sinfully fast thrusts until he came into you touching you deeply as your head rolled back against his chest. Clenching onto anything you could get your hands on, screaming out his name. Cumming around him as you pulsated in pure bliss, your whole body felt as though it was shaking.

Minho smirked as you slept in his shirt, they'd managed to clean you up with a warm wet cloth and got you into bed.

"Poor thing must be exhausted," He smirked running his fingers over your face as your frowned in deep slumber.

"That was a nice reward though for finishing our job," Felix laughed as he looked at your body, you were curled up in a small clutching onto the sheets and he smiled.

"We should get going, paperwork to report and all that," Minho mumbled grabbing a hoodie from your wardrobe as he turned to leave.

The morning you woke up images of what had happened flashed before you and if it hadn't been for the achiness between your thighs. You would have thought it a dream and yet, you were laying there in a shirt that wasn't yours and a note beside your bed,

Until next time Curious Kitten x

Written at the bottom of the note were two numbers with the boy's initials by the side of them, you clutched the note against your chest as you laid back. Enjoying the memories of the night before.

Tagline: @minholuvs @taestannie @sw33tnight @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk @taeechwitaa @justbangtanthingz @stillwithlix

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Back Home | Lip Gallagher

You slipped your coat on, rolling your eyes as the dumbass boy from your Calculus class called after you. “(Y/N), come on. It was a joke! I didn’t mean it— come back.” You laughed bitterly at this, trying to keep your tears in.

“Fuck off, Marcus.” You muttered, flipping him off before pushing the doors open.

So much for a fun night.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you stood in the cold, your body shivering and already covered in goosebumps. You were four blocks from your house, and now that you had walked out, you didn’t have a ride. Your only option was to walk so you got to steppin’.

Tears stung your eyes as your brain became overwhelmed and scattered with thoughts. If you had gone with Lip like the two of you had originally planned months before, it would of never went like this. You wouldn’t be walking home with mascara running down your face in the middle of winter during prom, that would of never been an option with Lip.

You sniffled and wiped at your face, unable to see clearly at this point. As you stood at the curb waiting for the car to pass, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned, seeing a tall and thin shadow jogging in your direction. Seeing the car turn, you carefully walked across the street, starting to get closer and closer to your house. You noticed the footsteps behind you were continuing, making you turn around once again.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you made eye contact with the jogger in the dark, your heart hammering in your chest. “(Y/N)?” The redhead spoke softly, jogging to catch up with you. He stopped beside you, smiling and looking at you. “I haven’t seen you in a while but you look great! What are you doing out here?”

You smiled, Ian’s words making your heart flutter. You were the closest to Ian— the first Gallagher you had actually met. It was him who introduced you to Lip and he was more than supportive of your relationship, but he was also the most disappointed when you ended things.

“Just walking home,” You spoke quickly, not wanting to talk about the topic too much if at all. “I missed you. You look great too, look at you— you’re filling out and shit!” You motioned towards his biceps that were covered tightly by his t-shirt. He was soaked with sweat and was panting, and you couldn’t help but smile when he tried to suppress it as he spoke to you.

“Thanks. Training— got to stay in tact, you know?” Ian chuckled, making you nod. You laughed as well, shivering slightly when a breeze suddenly brushed over the two of you. Ian didn’t move, appreciating the coldness but when he looked at you more carefully he noticed you were wearing a dress with a thin coat.

Not to mention the blackness on your cheeks and undereyes. You had been crying.

“Hey,” Ian spoke softly, making you look up at him with soft eyes. “I was making my way home, need a shower and should probably study a little while I’m at it. Do you want to come over? I know it’s been a little bit, but..”

You gulped, your heart hammering in your chest. “As much as I’d like that, Ian, I—”

“He won’t be home tonight.” Ian interrupted, his voice quiet and gentle. You sighed and bit your lip, thinking over it for a moment before nodding. The two of you continued the walk together in silence until he spoke up. “What’s the dress for?”

“Prom.” You sighed heavily, making Ian snort.

“You went to prom? Since when do you go to shit like that? And since when do you wear anything besides jeans?” Ian laughed, making you roll your eyes.

“Marcus Greene asked me to go with him and I figured maybe it would.. I don’t know— just been getting myself out there more, I guess.” You answered vaguely. Ian nodded.

“Isn’t prom supposed to end at like, 11?” He asked. You nodded softly, making him furrow his eyebrows and lift his left hand up to check his watch. “But it’s only 8:47.”

You shrugged, gulping. “Just wasn’t working.” You laughed sarcastically, making Ian sigh.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N). Hey, is it okay if I stop by Mick’s real quick to grab my bookbag? I left it there this morning.”

You nodded, smiling at the mention of Mickey Milkovich. You absolutely loved Mickey. You used to have a thing with Mandy in middle school and you became extremely close to Mickey in the process. When things ended, you remained close friends with the both of them with no problems or awkwardness.

After the breakup, you hadn’t seen much of either of them. Mickey was hardly ever at school, and that’s just how it’s always been. But Mandy kind of just disappeared after Karen got hit, and although you knew why she hadn’t come back or reached out, you wished she would even if it was just to say hi.

“Of course.”

“Okay, thanks. You can go to mine if you want and wait for me— I know it’s cold. The front door should be unlocked.”

You nodded approvingly, smiling at him as you crossed the street to walk to his house as he continued straight to Mickey’s house. You reached out to touch the familiar metal fence, your lip twitching as you pushed it open. You sighed heavily after shutting it, looking up at the blue house.

Your heart stopped and your breath got caught in your throat. Lip was sitting on the porch with a cigarette in hand, his eyes already locked on you. You licked your lips nervously as your eyes trailed over him— he was wearing a suit and his hair was done the way you had always begged him to do. It was your favorite.

The sight alone made your heart plummet and your stomach sink. “I’m here for Ian.” You blurted, your eyes still locked with his. It seemed impossible to look away no matter how badly you wanted to.

Lip took a small drag before breathing it out, his tongue poking out to wet his chapped lips. “He’s not here.” He mumbled, finally breaking the eye contact. Your eyes burned when he looked down at his finished cigarette, his eyebrows furrowed as he held in the smoke. “Why are you in a dress?” He asked disgustedly as he threw the cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his foot.

You were taken aback by his tone, but you ignored it. “I know, he’s at Mickey’s to grab his book bag. He told me to come here and wait for him because I was cold.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Lip wiped his hands on his pants, looking at you up and down once more, his face filled with utter confusion. “Probably because you’re in a dress,” He repeated. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes, looking him up and down as well. “Why are you in a suit?” You shivered at how nasty the words came out.

“Prom.” He answered coolly.

“Prom.” You repeated, motioning to yourself. He nodded in understanding before looking behind you. You turned, seeing Ian walking towards you.

“Shit, (Y/N), I’m sorry. He told me he wouldn’t be home until late tonight.” He whispered to you. He tossed the book bag onto his shoulders and wrapped his arm around you, rubbing at you softly. The physical contact made you tear up immediately and you stayed silent as Ian walked the two of you up to the house. Lip moved out of the way and watched the two of you walk in.

As soon as he shut the door behind you, you held a sob. “Come on, let’s go upstairs. Shh.” Ian whispered, rubbing at your shoulders as he guided you out of the doorway and onto the stairs.

You trudged up the steps with heavy legs and wet eyes, shivering slightly as the two of you walked into the bedroom the three teenage boys shared. Ian guided you towards his bed, shutting the door behind him. You let out another sob, making the young boy in the room gasp at your presence.

“(Y/N)!” Carl squeaked, making you jump. You looked over, seeing him sitting on his bed with Liam and action figures. Before you could reply, his smile had dropped and his lips were turned into a frown. “Why are you crying?”

You smiled softly at the boy, wiping at your face. “Hey, buddy.” You ignored the question like it was nothing even though your heart felt like it was on fire.

“Are you back home now?” He asked, voice full of hope. The way he had worded it made you sob even harder, Ian sighing. Home. You didn’t know what you were supposed to say, and Ian didn’t either, but thankfully he spoke up.

“Look, (Y/N/N)’s not having a good night and I have to go take a quick shower. Will you keep her company and make sure Lip doesn’t come in?” He asked, running a hand through your hair as he spoke to the teenager across the room. Carl’s eyebrows furrowed, but knew better than to ask questions. He nodded. “Great. I’ll be right back.”

He grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and an old shirt from his drawers before leaving the bedroom, leaving you alone with Carl and Liam. “Do you want to hold Liam? He said your name the other day; he misses you.” Carl asked.

Sniffling, you nodded, sitting up properly while Carl walked to the bed with the toddler. You smiled when Liam squealed, his legs kicking the air while he was being passed to you. Your heart soared and you couldn’t help but pull him close to you. You had been with Lip for all of Liam’s life so being away from him for months has definitely taken a toll on you. He hadn’t grown too much, but he sure did some way or another.

“Hi, baby!” You cooed, pulling him away so you could press a kiss to his cheek. He giggled at this, reaching for your necklace like usual. “I missed you!” You squealed, lifting the boy into the air.

“Did you miss me, too?” Carl piped, making you set Liam down on your lap. You smiled, your eyes still watery and smeared with mascara.

“How could I not?” You replied, pulling him closer to press a kiss to his cheek. He smiled, sitting beside you to help you tickle Liam- his head rising when the door swung open. You, too, looked up- your smile dropping when you saw Lip standing in the doorway. Carl frowned, “Go.”

Lip snorted, crossing his arms across his chest. “You go. I want to talk to (Y/N).” His words were firm but his voice was soft. You gulped, your body tensing up. Lip looked at you once again, his eyes gentle and sad.

“No,” Carl scoffed. “Ian specifically told me not to let you in while she’s here, and she’s already sad, so just leave her alone- Jesus.”

Lip sighed heavily, rubbing at his face before dropping his hands. They dipped into his pockets. “I’m not gonna hurt her- promise. I just want to talk.” Carl sighed, looking over at you for conformation. You thought for a moment before nodding, Carl taking Liam from you before leaving the two of you alone. “Thanks, man.”

You tried to tear your eyes off of him as you watched him shut the door but you couldn’t. He turned around, taking a look around the room before deciding to sit at the chair underneath the loft bed. You sat up straighter, wiping at your face with the back of your hands nervously. Lip started swaying in the chair, his chest pressed against the back of it while his chin rested on the top of the chair. You swallowed anxiously when your eyes met, your heart racing in your chest.

You had never felt this way around Lip Gallagher before but you absolutely hated it.

“Who did you go with?” He spoke up, his voice low and quiet.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your stomach stinking. You stayed quiet for a few moments before clearing your throat. “Marcus Greene,” Lip nodded silently before you cracked your fingers nervously. “What about you?”

“Some girl paid me 50 bucks to pretend to be her boyfriend at the prom so she could make her ex jealous- they were making out within ten goddamn minutes, so,” He shook his head, making you laugh. He reached into his pockets and pulled out cash, waving it in the air. “Still got paid, too.”

“Wow, you were there for ten minutes and still got 50 bucks?” Lip nodded. “Lucky you.”

He smiled at you, and you smiled back. It instantly became awkward, the silence becoming almost unbearable after three whole minutes (it felt more like ten).

“Hey,” Lip whispered, making you look up at him. “It’s only a quarter till’ 10, we still got a little while. I mean, you’re dressed, I’m dressed. We have tickets.. It’d be kind of a waste not to go, don’t you think?”

You smiled. You knew he didn’t care about prom or the money going to waste or any of it. You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, it would be a waste, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, but not with you. Nothing with you is a waste.”

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