#it's almost 2k but somehow feels rushed sorry

[tragedy-of-commons]

lay your life down and pretty

various hsr x gn!reader | wc: ~2k

In which you die (or they've already lost you).

tags/warnings: character death (reader), it's implied in dh's part but explicit and semi-graphic in hanya's, descriptions of mara and the insanity that comes with it, hardcore angst, hurt no comfort, there may be Lore Inaccuracies

notes: this was originally supposed to be four parts. i'm sorry it's only two but it's just been uhhh... hope you enjoy & thanks for the incredible support lately <3

Dan Heng makes the best pancakes.

You’ve expressed this undeniable fact to his face multiple times, louder in their progression just to see the tips of his ears burn that endearing red. These declarations are reserved for breakfast. At this time you also chide him for trying to weasel his way out of eating the most important meal of the day!

And he’d sigh, letting you hound him about food options until he’d crack under the weight of your grin and end up mixing batter at 7:30 in the morning.

(“I tried flipping them in the air once and the pancake slapped me in the face,” you’d regaled, head resting idly on your fist.

Dan Heng stared into the black of the skillet. “...Somehow, I don’t doubt it.”

“And just what is that supposed to mean?” you huffed.

He almost let not-quite laugh slip then, but because of his stuck-uppery, he just managed to look peeved. “I would appreciate it if you passed me the butter.”)

Instead it is around 9:00 in the morning, and Dan Heng is alone. 

He’d stayed up late the night before doing some reading, causing him to oversleep and rush the process today. He’s almost burned his hand on the stove eye twice, nearly dropped an egg on the floor, and has just narrowly avoided burning the batch. Dan Heng is not clumsy (not like you were), and he is painfully aware that he is late.

After he plates the food, the oven clock reads 9:19. He gathers everything, including two sets of utensils and one awkward wad of napkins - before setting the table by heart. Your plate goes in front of the chair closest to the window, and his goes in front of the one adjacent to yours. 

The rhythm of distributing each item eventually leaves him with empty hands. Everything is ready, but there is still something colossal missing from the scene.

Dan Heng stares hard at your empty seat before taking his own. 

The pancakes are blackened around the edges, but it’s nothing a good heaping portion of syrup can’t fix, and the smell that wafts upward is sweet and inviting. The sun’s rays shining in from the outside world paint the kitchen in flecks of light that occasionally catch on his arm when he brings his fork to his mouth.

Resigned, his silverware clatters noisily to the table.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, “I’m sorry that I was late.”

Predictably, there’s no response. Dan Heng’s throat feels like it’s closing up on him, and the syrup definitely isn’t helping. He dabs his mouth with his napkin for a good long while.

He is sorry. It wasn’t enough that he’d stayed up late the night before, but that he deliberately kept glancing at the clock and counting the hours until daylight arrived - reminding himself that if he drifted off, the next day would come much sooner.

He isn’t the type to procrastinate either. Even when you’re not here anymore, you seem to have a profound effect on his character. Dan Heng pinches the bridge of his nose. The sound of his voice echoing off the walls of the lonely kitchen is unwelcome. “Happy birthday.”

It’s strained, imperfect, and painful; which only serves to remind him of your insistence on celebrating his birthday as well. You had practically prostrated yourself at his feet, begging him to let you fuss over him - even if it made his vision hazy and palms sweaty. He needs to return the favor, even if the mere idea of another important date passing him up without you makes him want to hide.

So here he is. 

Here he is, floundering terribly, missing you terribly, loving you terribly. Dan Heng wrenches his hand from its secure position in his lap to drum on the table.

“I got you something,” he says. “I… I didn’t know which color you’d prefer more, so…”

You’d tease him into an early grave if you were able to see the knitted oven mitt he’d picked out over two months ago. It’s an almost hideous shade of teal that he’s sure you’d love, especially since you forced him to bake with you regularly.

(He was shopping with March 7th when he’d seen it and then reflexively dumped it into his basket. His companion only asked him if he was planning on using it as kindling for the fireplace.)

Dan Heng closes his eyes and slides it over to your placement. For a second, he almost fools himself into thinking you might magically appear to brush fingers when you accept the gift with a bright smile. He has no such luck.

Your breakfast is getting colder, and there’s nothing to be done today; his friends, as much as he can say he appreciates them - also meddle quite a bit. His schedule was mysteriously cleared up and he was gently encouraged to go home and take the day off. The feeling of three pairs of eyes drilling holes into his back as he complied was a bit too potent to be coincidental.

So he sits there and pretends he’s eating with you for as long as he can. The stutters in the familiar rhythm that comes with today are things he can smooth out over time, even if it feels like a betrayal to you. You would never see it like that, which is why he can even live in a home without you in it at all.

(The oven mitt rests beside your full plate until the afternoon, because he cannot bring himself to clean up just yet. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be ready to.)

Dan Heng is not a man who can afford to hope, but he’s already been in debt since the moment of his birth. If just one of his prayers is granted, he hopes it’s the one he runs through his mind every night:

In the next life, please let us cross paths again. And if there’s room for it, please let me love you for as long as I can.

He’s never been one for optimism, but it’s all he looks forward to.

Hanya’s hands cradle the expanse of your face.

Her fingers ghost over any healthy glow remaining in your cheeks. You’re slipping, rightfully so, but does it make her a monster if she wants to claw and rifle through the sands of time to search for any universe where you were spared from this cruel fate?

(She thinks it does.)

You can’t get the words out, but there’s a resigned film that glazes over your eyes - one that tells her that she needn’t lie about where you’ll be going. Your mouth forms silent syllables punctuated by wheezes that will surely send her careening under the depths of the unconscious at record speed.

“Han.. ya,” you croak, “Stay.”

“I will,” she promises, because she needs to - over and over, until you remember it always, even when you’re gone. Even when you’re suffering through the last moments of your fledgling life. “I will remain here.”

Her duty as a Judge of the Ten-Lords Commission is to oversee life and death on the Xianzhou. When Hanya drifts aimlessly like a spectre between inky darkness and blinding daylight, it has occasionally struck her that one day she might have to oversee yours.

Presently, your mind is being swallowed by the maw of mara, a madness that she’s all too familiar with; faced with her dull countenance, she must have witnessed thousands succumb to the fate of infernal life. 

“D-Don’t cry,” you beseech. There isn’t much time until you’re no longer Hanya’s secret reprieve, but instead a writhing abomination - and she only has herself to blame. Had she not embraced you so tightly, would you be free of this curse? Would you still be smiling and dragging her by the hand through Exalting Sanctum?

“I will not send you there,” she breathes, “You are not deserving of—”

The agonizing cry you let out next is still beautiful. Even now you can mitigate the emptiness that’s dug its claws in her heart so deep that it’s become symbiotic with the organ. However, instead of the empty, Hanya feels its distant relative: the pins and needles. The hollow white noise crackles until she’s pierced with an arsenal of skeletal knives.

She could take it, and she would take it, if it meant that you weren’t about to die and then awaken again as a monster that desecrates the very concept of you.

She releases your now matching tear-stricken cheeks before seizing both of your arms. The thrashing has crept in, meaning that there isn’t much time before you start sprouting leaves and weeds like a statue abandoned by its devotees. 

A sharp inhale through clenched teeth. “You have… to. M’gonna hurt—” you convulse in her grasp, “—somebody...”

Of course you’re worrying about others right now. Kindness is a relic of the past that you’ve somehow managed to exhume, restore to its full glory, and gift to Hanya like she deserves to touch others’ lives in the same way you have. 

Every shopkeep knows your name, face, voice, and smile. Your warmth is infectious - even before she knew you in person, she knew of you by word of mouth. Xueyi had told her that the reason Huohuo was so resolute in her duties lately was because of “the person who defeated a bunch of reprobate hooligan bullies tormenting her”. 

If her big sister held you in high regard, she figured you were one she wouldn’t mind exchanging greetings with if you ever crossed paths. However, the thing about you is that you always give more than you take; you too eventually gave her your smile over tea, your opinion on her writing, and a perspective from the light she usually only smothers upon first contact. 

It seems that it was just a matter of time before Hanya extinguished you.

“You are not ready,” she begs pitifully, “You are not!”

She knows it’s never about being ready. Bad things always happen to good people - to sons, daughters, friends, big sisters, and lovers.

Lovers. 

The word is foreign on the tip of her tongue. It’s strange to be actualized and even stranger to ascribe that label to your relationship, but Hanya doesn’t know what else to think when the knives stab her over and over to the elegy of I love you, I love you, I love you.

The trek from Fyxestroll Garden to the Alchemy Commission is sizable. The Dragon Lady could see you and do her best, but she’s seen where that’s led; best efforts gone to waste, inconsolable loved ones given false hope because they were too stubborn to let go.

Is that what she is? Too stubborn to let you go, even when she’s brought this karma upon you?

(Yes, something ugly whispers, this is your penance. Now it’s theirs too.)

“I...” you let out a strangled groan, and when your chest jerks upwards, it barely registers that you brush your lips against hers. There’s tears and snot everywhere, and you’re getting stronger - too strong for her to hold. Hanya’s forearms ache with the strain as gingko leaves begin to ravage your humanity and rip you apart.

The transformation process is cruel, but she promised to remain by your side. Twigs protrude from your neck, nestled between thorny brambles that poke and prod. You are not a Cloud Knight, so your screams aren’t muffled by armor - or muted by the numbness she feels when dealing with other cases. 

It’s too real, it’s too much, and it’s not enough.

Drowned out by the previous mantra of I love you, the background vocals of I’m so sorry peter off into whispers that are soon lost among the sickening squelch of Xueyi’s blade cutting through you in one clean motion. The tip of the sword rests over Hanya’s heart, stained with your blood.

“...That’s not them anymore,” her sister says. It’s off-kilter, the way her brow is furrowed in a silent apology.

One can only hope.

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[crystalflygeo]

Surrogate eggs ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: Egg-laying/Oviposition, semi-plublic sex, multiple orgasms, slight fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, breeding kink, Zhongli has a dragon tongue, praise kink, sex toys??, improper use of geo (can you tell I love that tag?), pet names, some pain??, aftercare.

notes: I disappear for a week and come back with this absolute FILTH omg. It really is just almost 2k of egg-laying made sexy because I am a degenerate and want nothing more than Zhongli filling me up with eggs <3 sorry not sorry.

Having a 6000 years old dragon ex-god as a lover sure meant you were already more or less used to a certain… spice in your life.

But this, this was certainly new.

“Ah- Zhong- Hnnhg!”

Your legs tremble as a newborn fawn as you stray off the main path and lean against one of the golden ginkgo trees by the side, panting and whining softly.

“Are you alright dear? You look quite flustered.” Zhongli curiously trails after you, hands behind his back, perfectly poised. As if he wasn’t the one making the cor lapis eggs in your pussy vibrate and tease your insides. “Do you need to rest? We’ve barely reached the base of Qingyun peak.” He asks, an amused smile on his lips.

“B-bastard.” You huff out with a pout and immediately feel the vibrations intensify. “O-Oh… fuck-”

Three. Three small polished cor lapis pieces in the shape of eggs, warm and snug and deep inside you. They shift and rub against your sweet spots, pulsing at his will ever since you stepped foot in Jueyun Karst, at first it was an odd sensation but soon enough your panties were soaked, juices running down your legs as you struggled to keep standing, sweet noises coming out of your mouth that only made Zhongli’s gaze darken.

“Zhongli…” You cry out.

“Yes, darling?”

“S-stop… mmh”

“Oh? But you seem to be enjoying yourself so much.”

“Stop… playing dumb.” You grit your teeth, clinging to the tree for dear life. The vibrations calming down to a soft hum, a gentle fucking not unlike his cock. “Please I’m-” You whine again.

You feel his finger softly raise your chin and your hazy half-lidded eyes were met with glittering gold, his diamond pupils mesmerizing and his stare soft and affectionate but also domineering, commanding, and full of lust.

“What do you need, my dear? Tell me.”

You choke a moan at his authoritarian presence, shifting and rubbing your legs together as the pleasure robs you of your strength. “P-please… Zhongli, make me come, please I n-need- It’s not… enough.”  

His eyes shift to the side as he seems to consider it for a moment and you almost mewl for his attention, eyebrows knitting together trying to steel yourself.

“Alright.” He concedes, and leans forward to kiss you softly.

Well, at first.

The geo eggs inside you start to shake and vibrate more intensely and you gasp at the sudden rush of stimulation, Zhongli holds you and pulls you closer, taking the chance to snake his long dragon tongue into your mouth, quickly deepening the kiss and set on devouring you.  

“Hmpnnng-” He swallows your moan as you kiss back the best way you can but it’s suddenly so much- too much- you’ve been teased and edged all the way and he’s- he’s just-

Your body shudders in his arms and you let out a high-pitched noise as you climax. Your insides squeezing and milking the toys inside you, dragging on the pleasure for longer and you cling onto him as your legs threaten to give up. Bliss, pure bliss. And he hasn’t even touched you proper yet.

“There we go…” His rough voice mumbles as he breaks apart the filthy kiss, his hands rub at your hips and you vaguely realize the geo eggs have stopped again. He carefully maneuvers your pliant body until you’re both sitting on the yellowed Liyue grass, his back resting against the tree while you sit between his legs, your back pressed to his chest.

He spreads your legs and holds them open with his own, you blush heavily as you realize his intentions, hiking up your skirt to reveal soft thighs and wet panties to the world. The flimsy fabric is soaked and clings uncomfortably against your pussy, more so as you feel the soft breeze.

“W-wait… right here?”

It is true that barely anyone ever enters Jueyun Karst but it was still risky. A lost adventurer, a lone merchant… you weren’t that far from the main dirt path, anyone could walk in and see you… exposed like this.

Your insides clenched, throbbing around nothing but the eggs inside of you.

Archons you really were depraved.

Zhongli rubs your inner thighs comfortingly before pulling your panties aside, his long gloved fingers skim your heated pussy lips and rub at your hole as it twitches wildly in response.

“Zhongli…” You moan weakly. “I’m so full.”

“I know, you look so pretty with my eggs inside you. Breathtaking.” His other hand rubs circles on your navel. The warmth within the geo energy sent through him spreading heat in a sensual way. “How about you push them out for me and we can be done. I’ll take you home so you can rest, my precious mate.” He nuzzles you.

“W-wha…” You mumble dumbly, but instinctively lean to his touch.

“They’ve been inside you long enough, and… we’ve had our fun.” He explains, kissing at your jaw. Two of his fingers easily sliding inside you, making you jump. “Don’t you think it’s time to let them out? I want to see you lay them.”

Pressure builds in your gut and you nod, biting your lip. Her works those sinful fingers in and out of your pussy slowly, scissoring them to stretch you a little and you moan. Not that you needed that much preparation with the recent orgasm and your… activities early that morning.

After all, those eggs had gotten in somehow, hadn’t they?

Only a few moments later and you feel ready, panting rapidly as if you truly were going into labor yet at the brink of another orgasm, you weakly pulled his hand away “H-Hold me…” You mutter heatedly. Zhongli kisses you softly and you take a deep breath.

And push.

The first egg slides down freely inside you, rapidly moving until it catches at your entrance, it burns a little but feels so good, lightning up pleasured nerves in a way that had you mewling before the stretch disappears, coming out alongside your spilling juices and onto the grass.   

Zhongli doesn’t hesitate to slip his fingers back into your heated core to soothe the sore muscles and play with your pussy a bit more, rubbing over your raw clit to make your hips stutter and your legs shake trying to close.

“That’s the first one, two more.” He says softly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he obviously stares between your legs entranced. You flush at his actions. “You can do it.” He encourages you, elegant fingers spreading your folds lewdly and soaking in your essences.

The whole experience is making you dizzy.

“I-I just… I just need a moment.” You pant, groaning and shifting your position a little so you’re less sitting and more lying against him, lifting your hips slightly and offering him an even better view from above.

“Just imagine the real thing. There will be more of them, slightly bigger and thrumming with elemental energy.” He growled softly against your ear. “Our children. Our clutch.”

It’s just dirty talk. It’s just dirty talk and it sets your blood on fire to hear it. You know his base draconic instincts are going haywire with the idea and archons you want that. You want that so badly.

Another egg stretches your hole and you can only imagine what it looks like as it slips and spreads you open. “Ah- Ah!” You toss your head back, let out a long moan and strain the muscles of your stomach before finally it slips out.

“Good girl.” Comes his smooth baritone in the form of a praise. You sigh in relief, rutting against his fingers as reward. You see slick threads of your juices all over on his gloves, the shiny eggs and your pussy, connecting everything together in a mess of a shiny cobweb. It’s obscene.

It’s so hot.

“Just one more, darling.” The ex-archon soothes you, possessively rubbing at your navel once again although you feel something’s different, like something shifts a little inside you. “Though, I feel this one is just a little bigger… closer to the real thing.”

Your eyes widen.

“No, no, no, you did it on purpose… just now… m-make it smaller again, please!” You shake your head frantically, digging your nails against his arms and squirming against the feeling of his fingertips dancing around your folds.

“Shhh, shhh” He cooed, kissing at your neck. “You can do it, I know you can. Consider it… practice.” You can practically feel the smirk Zhongli presses against your skin.

“I already came so much…” You whisper, tears in your eyes. “Zhongliiii…”

“You got this.” He kisses your temple. “Just one more. I want to see that sweet pussy stretch around my egg, please?”

You groan at his filthy words, hips snapping against phantom stimulation as your pussy quivers. You brace yourself and breathe in deeply before squeezing your eyes shut and doing your best to push against the overstimulation. Your hole stretches impossibly wide, widening against the grit of the egg and pressing against your clit making you keen. It rests there a few seconds, heavy, solid, before finally popping out with a wet squelch, dropping right by the other two, and you scream at the excruciating mix of pain and pleasure.

For a moment you can’t even breathe, much less speak as you rest a little. Black spots dance in your vision and your ears are ringing. When you come to again Zhongli is desperately peppering you with kisses, caresses and praise. Hugging you close and growling dark promises into your skin.

“-did so well. My little mate. My perfect mate. Want to breed you for real. Fill you up. You’d give me wonderful little half adepti. So good for me. Truly worthy to be a dragon’s mate. Should keep you in my nest. Love you so much-”      

Sluggish, you close your legs and pull down your skirt clumsily, ignoring the soreness and sticky feeling as your body sags against him in exhaustion.    

The dragon is practically purring, having mellowed down a little yet obviously pleased after having you bear his eggs, albeit fake ones. The intention is there… as well as the possibility for the future.

“We should go to the abode, you deserve a good rest. I’ll clean you up and get you something to eat and drink, hm?”

“Just a little more, Li.” You mumble tired. “It’s warm and cozy here…”

He chuckles and pets your hair. “Alright.”

#genshin impact smut #zhongli smut #genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #crys writes #fem reader #now I wanna write him breeding reader with his actual dragon eggs hnnnngg <3 #it's almost 2k but somehow feels rushed sorry #imagine the adepti being like... r u serious right in our holy ground?//hit #Moon Carver's home being the closest rip him #I considered having the setting be Zl's abode/room/nest with silks and all #but semi public was fun lmao

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario: A Wendigo's Violent Love

Warning: aged-up!reader [in early to late twenties], violence, spoilers for episodes 7 and 8 in the first season of the 2024 show, possessive and obsessive behavior, Alastor is in denial, physical abuse, implication of friends to enemies.

There may be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the back button on your phone or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

Hey guys, welcome to another Hazbin Hotel fic! I know I had said that I was going to be on a break until the 8th or 14th in my last post, but I had gotten a burst of inspiration after watching the season finale and wrote this after discussing the idea with @riddle-simp and collaborated with @witch-of-the-writing-desk. It's because of these two that I managed to write 2k in a single day, so please give a big round of applause to these amazing individuals.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's see what's going on in tonight's broadcast with Hell's one and only Radio Demon!

Part Two

Alastor could not believe what had happened on the rooftop. No, he refused to believe that he was nearly killed by a hair. To almost die for his friends, a fucking altruist of all things.  Sorry to disappoint, but this is not how his story will end here. He thought viciously, tugging at his hair as memories rushed through his mind. He needed more. He needed his freedom. Yet this deal is restricting his powers from reaching their fullest potential, and it almost killed him. Yes, there has to be another way to get out of it. But more importantly….he needed to stop these feelings bubbling inside of him. These feelings he felt towards you. 

You, a simple groundskeeper who had forgotten what it meant to be a human and served as a weapon in war. You, who did not use technology like him yet still found a way to connect with the rest of the hotel’s wayward souls.

He hates it and he wants you gone, out of sight and out of mind, because these feelings have put him in more danger than necessary. When he finds the backdoor of his deal, how to unclip his wings, he will be the one pulling all of the strings and claim the power that he rightfully deserves. He is the Radio Demon, the Great Alastor! Nothing else matters to him!

He made his decision right in the dilapidated radio station to never get attached to you or anyone else again. To only focus on himself and no one else. He is in Hell for a reason, after all. He cackled, feeling the thrum of his power rising in unison with his conviction. Yes. He thought. Yes, he’s Alastor! The cold, ruthless overlord who always has room for more voices on his broadcast. Not some soft-hearted twit who would die for someone! 

But what he did not realize at the time, just right underneath the hatch, you had heard everything. 

Despite your injuries and losing both of your arms to angelic steel, you had used your strength to trek through the debris and look for him. Now knowing that he despised you, knowing that he sees you as nothing more than a weapon to use for his convenience….well, you could not blame him. You were a weapon when you were alive. You were feared, you were hated, and you did not care at the time. So why did it hurt so much when he said that? You did not know, except it was better to keep your distance from him. 

So you left the Radio Demon alone, staggering away to join the others. 

Vaggie was somehow able to find Sir Pentious’ blueprints for your prosthetics in a fireproof trunk beneath the rubble, and put in a call to Carmilla Carmine to see if she could make them with angelic steel instead of adamantine. Of course, the angelic arms dealer took a look at them first before agreeing to it, but not before telling Vaggie she must ask for your consent to do the procedure and what you wanted to add or remove. You gave your input, and the procedure was scheduled for the following week. Although you could not help with the construction of the hotel, you did assist Charlie by putting together an eulogy and memorial service for Sir Pentious. The princess was not sure when it would be held, hopefully when the hotel was finished. 

You understood, softly promising to be by her side for support, even if you had to be pushed in a wheelchair. Sir Pentious had been a good person, an inventor and a gentleman who was nothing but kind and respectful to you. Even though you offered to pay him for doing repairs on your arms in the past, he brushed it off and instead asked you to join him for tea. He…you hoped he found peace. 

On the day of your procedure, you asked the overlord a question that had been plaguing your mind since the war. “Madam Carmilla, I am a weapon. I was raised to be one, to be used and tossed aside when my usefulness had expired. So…why is it that I am bothered by what Alastor said…on that day?” You did not dare to elaborate on what he exactly said to her, just that he said that he did not want to see you anymore. Be gone from his sight and mind. 

She stared at you for a long moment before she replied coolly, “So I have heard from Vaggie. But I do not share her thoughts. A weapon is lifeless. You are a person. An emotionally stunted one, but someone is living, breathing, and who can still be hurt by what others say about them even if they can’t see it. You are upset because of what Alastor said….and in my humble opinion, whatever you feel towards him, discard it. There is nothing to gain by being close to him.” She then turned away, pulling on a pair of gloves over her hands as one of her daughters placed a mask over her face. “Are you ready to begin? This is your last chance, and I cannot promise it won’t hurt.”

“I am.” You said. “Thank you for answering my question.” 

Carmilla nodded, and proceeded to give out instructions to you and the rest of the staff in the operating room. You complied, not wanting any more time to be wasted on your behalf. At least now you knew why you were upset.  It was because you cared about Alastor. Cared….yes, that is the appropriate word. You had to distance yourself from him. It is what he wanted, so you must respect his decision as the manager of the Hazbin Hotel. 

Yes, it is better this way.

That was the last thought that crossed your mind before a mask was placed over your face, and everything fell into darkness. 

Alastor did not understand. You were doing what he wanted you to do. He did not want to see or talk to you unless it was necessary. So why was it making him angry? When he congratulated you on a successful recovery from your procedure, complimented your progress in physical therapy per Carmilla’s instructions, or how lovely the eulogy you wrote for Sir Pentious' memorial service, you showed no reaction. You simply stared at him with a hollow expression before thanking him, excusing yourself with a bow of your head. 

He should be elated. No, he is pleased. He is satisfied that his relationship with you has not gone by being professional. Why, you even pull away as soon as he lays a finger on you~! So why does it bother him that you recoil from his touch? No. He…cannot accept it. He cannot accept this.  He needed to speak to you. Discreetly. 

However, now that this new and improved Hazbin Hotel stood in place of the old one, everything is much bigger with the additional square footage; meaning there would be more ground to cover if Alastor is to ever find you, even if you do not wish to see him.

 Niffty, bless her little deranged mind, pointed him in the direction of the greenhouse. Of course, it was much bigger than the old one. But he still saw the old stained glass windows of the Moriningstar family crest lined up on the south side, allowing red light to come through and shine down on seedling trays with new shoots poking out of the inky soil. The clean, fragrant scent of herbs permeated the air as he walked through the rows of berries, juicy melons, and other culinary delights. He did not think this place would already be thriving when you were the only one who tended to it, as the hotel’s groundskeeper. However…this is you. You, who is able to accomplish anything once you put your mind to it. 

He found you hiding just beyond the apple trees, kneeling beside a bush of glistening roses, armed with pruning shears and an apron over your clothes. A watering can sat on the grass by your side. Your back was facing him…which allowed him the element of surprise. Grinning, he leaned forward, stretching his gloved fingers to lightly caress the petals of the rose you were about to snip off. 

“Oh, my apologies dear. My hand slipped!”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, emotionless [Eye Color] irises holding a steady gaze before turning away. “It’s all right. There are others that I can place at Sir Pentious’ memorial site.” You said, raising the shears to carefully cut another rose with a small snip. “Thank you for your concern.” 

The static around him buzzed, swelling in synchronization with his boiling anger towards you. “I see.” He hissed. “I am terribly sorry to disturb you.”

“It is all right.” Snip. “If there is nothing else, please allow me to finish this so that I can go on break. Niffty will not be happy if I am not out of here within ten minutes.” 

“I’m afraid we must discuss something, [First Name].” He pressed on, irritated at your uncharacteristic rudeness. “That is why I am here. So please turn around and look at me.”

You did. You placed the shears down, twisted your body around so that you looked at him straight in the eye. “Yes?” You said. “What do you need?”

He smiled, the static around him coming to a screeching halt and he was much calmer. Finally, He thought. You were looking at him, instead of avoiding his gaze. “I understand that since you have been cleared to return to work, you’ve been quite busy~! However! What I do not understand is why you have been ignoring me.” He leaned forward, feeling his eyes transform into radio dials. “You do not greet me as much as you have before, we haven’t had tea together, nor have we taken a stroll in Cannibal Colony~! So…why are you acting like I am a complete stranger to you?”

“Because I know the truth.”

Any and every thought he could have possibly said to her at this moment evaporated upon hearing your answer. “Pardon? I’m sorry but I didn’t catch that.” His voice leaked through the rising static. He felt his antlers grow, expanding past his ears with cr-crik, crick noises. Like the roots of a tree. 

“I know the truth. I know that you are angry over what happened in the war, how everyone saw you flee from your battle against Adam. I know you wish to unclip your wings and that you utterly despise me. So I am doing what you wish for. To maintain a professional relationship as the groundskeeper and the manager of the Hazbin Hotel. Our goal is to redeem sinners. There’s nothing beyond business between us.” You said with a calm and expressionless composure. “I went there that day, to the radio station. I had gone there to look for you, to make sure you were all right when I heard your words. But know this,” A sudden sheen of ice glazed over your eyes. “If you bring harm to Charlie or anyone in this hotel, I will kill you where you stand.” 

The last thread of patience in his psyche split in half. Before he could stop himself, Alastor pinned you against the ground, his hands on your shoulders and glaring at you, trying to intimate you with his true form, to scare you into silence as he had done with Husk…but you held your gaze. 

“It’s terrible manners to eavesdrop on someone, my dear.”

“And it isn’t wise to attack someone when you are not even at your full strength.” 

In a flash you immediately flipped him over, straddling his hips as you held down his wrists over his head with one hand. The other held a garden spade to his throat and he was burning. That was when he realized you weren’t wearing your gloves, thus the angelic steel is the reason why his skin is on fire. 

“Calm yourself, Alastor.” You said. “There is no reason to be angry when I am doing what you want me to do. Nor to act as you are doing right now. I advise you to take slow, deep breaths and count to five backwards.” 

“Release me.”

“Not until you have calmed down.” The way you replied so calmly, so…lifelessly, made Alastor angry. Angrier than he has felt in a long, long time. Not since his prey had escaped the forest and he did not get to eat them. Not since his mother died, leaving him alone in the world except for a drunken asshole who wasn’t worthy of being his father. Make these feelings stop NOW

“Come to my office in exactly twenty minutes for an evaluation about your conduct at work. Do not be late.”

That was the last thing he said to you before he sunk into the grass as an inky shadow, slithering back towards the greenhouse’s entrance towards his room. He couldn’t believe it. How could you have known everything? How could he not have sensed your presence? Was he that weak? No. No, he assumed he was alone and clearly he had not been. You were an anomaly. You were raised as a weapon; to spy, to kill, to search and destroy upon the command of your master. 

So why does it still bother him? Why does his head feel like it is about to split in half as he goes over the conversation over and over in his mind? Why is his heart falling into the pit of his stomach at remembering your promise to kill him if he harmed anyone here in the hotel? Why does he have this urge to know how you truly feel towards him? Do you still care for him? Do you love him?

In twenty minutes, he needed to know the truth…or else he would go insane.

What Alastor did not realize though, as he holed up himself in his quarters until the allotted time to meet with you, Husk had seen the whole thing from the door. 

He was going to drag you to lunch because Niffty had gotten pissed that you were skipping meals again…and thank fuck Alastor did not see him. Husk, the drunken gambler and former overlord, almost flew over to you with a worried look, grumbling under his breath. Once he saw that you were all right and did not have visible bruises or injuries courtesy of a certain someone, he grabbed you by the hand, leading out of the greenhouse. He was not going to let Alastor hurt you again.

He might be a dumbass, can’t fight worth shit…but you are important to him, and he’ll protect you even if it means putting himself in the line of fire again. 

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the comfort of home - percy jackson

Request: yes! "Hii, I just finished watching both episodes of PJO and I wept as I beheld Sally's maternal love unfold on the screen, knowing it before hand from the books. Thus, I was pondering if you might entertain a request—a tale where a daughter of Hades (angsty) forges a close bond with Percy, and Sally, in her gracious warmth bless her soul, adopts her into their lives because, after all, they're nearly kin, entwined by the delicate threads of almost-cousinhood." Pairing:  percy jackson x hades!reader Summary:  after a typical day for a demigod, you just need a safe space to go Warnings:  mentions of fighting, injuries, blood, throwing up, swearing, angst Word count:  2k A/N: first of all anon are you a writer?????? bro those words..... pls write more !! thanks for your request, enjoy!

you're walking down the streets of new york city, feeling utterly miserable. you're soaked through because of the rain and you're hurt.

everyone knows that demigods don't exactly live a quiet life. especially kids from zeus, poseidon or hades. still, most of the times you're fighting for your life you're on a quest.

not simply on your way home.

but today was different. somehow you brought not one but all three of the furies down on you. you don't even know how, you weren't doing anything.

it was a tough fight, but you stood strong. you couldn't prevent the dozen little cuts that littered your body. you're bruised over and on top of that it started to rain, messing with your sight.

right now you're on your way to your foster home. but it's a slow journey. you're not sure you want to go there. and you're not sure how much the mist hides for them.

sometimes if you got home all bruised you told them you got in a fight. sometimes they didn't spare you a second glance.

you stop in the middle of the street. at this point you've been walking for so long you don't even notice the rain anymore.

you turn around, heading another way. there's one other place you could go. you're lost in thought, and most of the people don't pay you any attention. perks of living in new york, you guess. new yorkers just don't care.

when you get to the familiar building, you feel a sense of calm coming over you. somehow you always found yourself back here. as you walk up to the entrance, someone leaves just as you arrive, so you can slip in the door before it closes.

you walk the stairs slowly because of your injuries. every step hurts and takes tremendous effort.

when you finally get to the right floor and walk to the door, you just stand in front of it. you're fully aware you're dripping rainwater on the floor, but suddenly you can't bring yourself to knock.

why are you even here? you don't want to be a burden.

they've told you that you can always come over, no matter what. but it's late at night, it's raining outside, you're soaked.

you're standing there, debating wether or not to go in, when you hear a voice on the other side of the door.

the person is softly singing along to a song that's playing.

tears well up in your eyes as you recognise the song. you were the one to recommend it.

you raise your hand and knock on the door.

'coming!' says the voice.

moments later the door opens to reveal a woman.

her eyes briefly widen at the sight of you, scanning your body for injuries. then her eyes soften.

'oh, what happened to you, sweetheart?' says sally.

her gentle voice is what pushes you over the edge, breaking down in tears in front of her.

sally pulls you over the doorstep and closes the door. she pulls you into a hug, not caring that you're soaked.

you wrap your arms around her and cry. you let all of the anxiety rush out of you as sally rubs circles on your back and whispers soft words in your ear. you ignore your aching body and allow yourself to just be here in the moment.

after a while, sally pulls back and holds you at an arms length.

'I'm so sorry for dropping in like this, miss jackson.' you say softly.

'y/n, you know you're always welcome here. and I've told you to call me sally.' she says kindly.

you nod. 'is percy home?'

'he's out to the movies with grover. do you want me to ask him to come home?'

'no, he's out having fun. it's alright. could I just..'

'why don't you take a shower first, hm? I bet you're freezing.'

you sigh softly. that does sound good.

'yeah, alright.'

'you go take a shower, then I'll make tea and see if I can do something about that.'

she pointedly looks at the cut above your brow. you totally forgot that was there.

'I don't have any clothes.' you say softly.

'that's alright, just borrow some from percy. he won't mind.' says sally.

'thank you.'

you walk towards percy's room to get some clothes when sally calls your name, making you turn around again.

'you're not a burden, you know that right. we love having you over.' says sally.

you swallow back the new tears that threaten to fall. sometimes you forget she knows you so well.

'thanks.' you say, entering percy's room to get some clothes.

you pick a shirt, sweater and sweatpants form percy's closet before going into the bathroom.

you peel your soaked clothes from your body, hissing when you pull the fabric from your wounds.

turning on the water, you get in the shower, letting the water calm you down. you wash off all of the dried blood, dirt and sweat.

after drying off you put on percy's clothes, his scent surrounding you and comforting you.

you head back to the living room to find sally putting two steaming mugs on the table.

'we still got your favorite.' she says, sliding your mug towards you.

'thanks.'

'drink up, and tell me about today if you want. I'll see if we have some medical stuff left in the kitchen.'

you sigh, thinking back to today.

'I didn't even do anything.' you say. 'I was just walking down the road and I got this feeling I was being watched. I thought it wasn't a big deal but hey, demigod instinct, so I took a turn and went into an alley. sure enough, someone followed me.'

'someone or something?' says sally, returning with the first aid kit.

'someone at first. then the mist cleared and it was one of the furies.' you say. 'at that point I was just so done. I wasn't even on a quest so what the hell was she doing there?'

'how did you get away? you've fought a fury before, percy told me.' says sally, scooting her chair closer to you so she can clean the cut on your forehead.

'I have. it's okay if it's one. but then the other two showed up.' you sigh. 'at that point I was really annoyed. I think it was just annoyance that drove me at that point. they were clearly there because they were bored. they thought "hey smells like demigod, oh look it's the hades kid, let's mess with her."

'well, you're here now. you made it out.' says sally, finishing with the cut on your forehead.

'yeah. thanks again.' you say, sipping your tea.

'you don't have to keep thanking me.' says sally. 'you know you're always welcome here, you're practically family. I know you don't like your foster home. now, do you have any other wounds?'

you chuckle. 'only about two dozen little cuts and even more bruises. I've had worse, it's okay.' you say.

'it's never okay.' says sally. 'you and percy are way too young for this.'

you shrug. 'and yet we have to deal with it.' you say, rolling up your sleeves so sally can clean and bandage the cuts on your arms.

the next hour is spent by sally cleaning your wounds and bandaging you up as she tells you stories. you liked hearing her stories. ever since you first met her, it was one of your favorite things about her. she could tell stories in a way that felt like you were actually there, experiencing them.

just as she secures the last bandage in place, you briefly close your eyes, exhaustion getting to you.

'you can get some sleep, I'll tell percy when he gets home.' says sally.

'it's okay, I want to see him before I go to bed.' you say.

'alright, want to watch a movie of something?'

'movie sounds great.'

sally picks a movie while you sit down on the couch. it doesn't take long for you to doze off, even though you fight to stay awake. the fight with the furies was intense, so sally lets you sleep while she waits for percy to home home.

about halfway through the movie, the door to the apartment opens and percy enters.

'hey mom.' he says, taking off his shoes and jacket and dumping his bag near the door.

as he walks into the room, he notices a familiar sword leaning against the back of the couch. he frowns, he didn't know you were coming.

'is y/n here?' he says, walking over to his mom.

she nods, pointing to the couch.

percy looks over the back of the couch to find you fast asleep, wearing his clothes and your body littered in bandages and bruises.

'what happened?' says percy, walking around the couch.

'the three furies.' says sally. 'she didn't feel like going to her foster home.'

percy kneels before the couch, studying your face. he reaches out and traces one of the bruises on your cheek.

you stir awake from the movement, your eyes meeting percy's.

'hi.' you say softly.

'hey. you alright?' he says.

you nod. 'how was the movie?'

percy chuckles. 'it was good. you would have loved it. heard you got in a fight?'

'yeah. those damned furies.' you say. 'luckily your mom patched me up though.'

'you know my bed is more comfortable than the couch, right?' says percy.

you slowly sit up. 'I know. I wanted to stay awake til you got home.'

'and you did a great job at that.' says percy with a familiar twinkle in his eyes.

you hit him on the shoulder. 'you would have fallen asleep as well!'

sally watches the exchange with a smile on her face. moments like these make her especially happy you met percy.

'come on.' says percy, standing up and holding out his hand for you to take.

you take it and allow percy to gently pull you to your feet.

'thanks again sally.' you say as percy beings leading you to his bedroom to sleep in an actual bed.

'no need to thank me y/n. it's always good to have you around, even if it's like this.'

you and percy both say goodnight to her before entering percy's room.

'so, did you sugarcoat the story for my mom?' he says as you sit down on this bed.

'not really, I just didn't tell her all of the details.' you say.

percy raises an eyebrow at you. 'details like?'

'like how one of them punched me in the gut and I nearly threw up because of it.' you say.

'ew.' says percy, face scrunching up in disgust.

'you would have thrown up as well.' you say.

'but you managed to fend off all three furies on your own?' he says.

you nod, laying down. 'I think I bruised a rib, though. the rest is all small cuts and bruises. no broken bones this time. they looked like they were really fucking annoyed they could be bested by just one kid.' you say.

percy smiles, walking over to kiss your cheek, careful not to touch the wounds on your face. 'that's my girl.' he says.

'you got anything to do tomorrow?' you say, stifling a yawn.

'nope. we can spend the day here.' he says, walking over to the bed an laying down next to you.

'good.' you say. 'I just need to wash my clothes and clean my sword, and I should probably-' 'y/n.'

you look at percy.

'let's just relax tomorrow, okay? come on, you need sleep.'

you nod, moving closer to him.

as you're laying next to percy, feeling sleep get to you once more, you can't help but to feel a deep sense of gratitude.

sally didn't question why you showed up at her doorstep, but pulled you in her arms and sat with you to bandage your wounds and listen to your story.

percy listened to you as well and provided you familiar comfort you needed, telling you to relax.

you just know if something ever goes wrong, you're always welcome at the jackson household.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

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AHH REQUESTS OPEN?? omgomg OK could you perhaps write an angsty yeonjun friends to lovers drabble with a happy ending <//3 like reader and jun are best friends but one night they kiss and either reader or yeonjun completely freaks out over it and starts avoiding the other until they realize they’re in love w the other and need each other SORRY IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THE ANGSTY FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE😩😩😩 anyways if you decide to write this, please don’t rush yourself and take all the time you need duckie!!! have a good day 🤍🤍

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choi yeonjun x gn!reader

2.5k words (sorry I KNOW i said 2k max but how can i not y'all), angst, fluff in the beginning if u squint, bffs2l, kithing, idk why but they cry at the end, barely proofread

a/n: nana !! thank u so much for ur request, my luv ^_^ i loved writing it sm i'm so honored to write u an angsty yeonjun fic <3 took much inspo from the vibes of "it kills me" by dxmentia and keshi so yeah (_ _;)

"Ow."

Choi Yeonjun clicked his tongue, his lips pursing into a cooing pout. "Sorry, honey."

You suppressed your wince and prayed to god he couldn't see your pink-dusted cheeks. Or at least, maybe he would think it was from all the pain coming from your recently pierced ears. No matter how gentle Yeonjun was (and trust that he was incredibly gentle with you), the rubbing alcohol would simply never cease to bring you great pain as it rid your piercings of bacteria and infection. "It's okay. Not your fault. It just kinda hurt."

"You're doing really well," he murmured under his breath. He was so close to you that you could feel his body heat, but he had claimed he had to be so close because the bathroom light was so dim and because he didn't want to miss any blood. Then came his constant praises as he helped you through the process, "It looks good so far, Yn-ie."

You sighed in relief as he stepped away and tossed the soiled cotton swab into the trash. "Does it?" You peered into the mirror and took a peek at your reddened earlobes, studded in sterling silver earrings. 

Yeonjun appeared beside you again and nodded his head. He had even swapped his main earrings to match your studs. Your best friend currently boasted a whopping five piercings, and he'd even thought of an eyebrow piercing at one point. But, as you stared at his pretty, sculpted face, you realized how much you appreciated his decision to only get an eyebrow slit. 

Only. Tch. As if it was something small. It amazed you how attractive such a little thing could be on a person, but you also couldn't help but admit that everything about your best friend was attractive. Even in the dim, cruddy light of his bathroom, he somehow glowed like a sculpture under display lights. 

Yeonjun caught your eyes in the mirror—smiled. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and he leaned against the wall next to the door. You wished he hadn't folded his arms across his chest, because now, all you saw were his arms. And his chest. And his smile. And his— "You should get an upper cartilage piercing on your left side," he suggested mindlessly, eyes intent on your face. "Like mine."

You leaned your hip against the bathroom counter. "Okay, slow down, mister. Let's make sure these ones are successful first." You gestured to the studs in your earlobes now. 

He pushed off the wall and stepped into your space, teeth capturing his bottom lip. "It'll be fine," he said with a roll of his eyes. He raised his hand and gently brushed a strand of hair from your eyes. He was so close again. 

"Didn't your second ones almost get infected, like, four times?"

He deadpanned, and you giggled, head tilting back slightly. 

Oh, if only you'd seen the stars in his eyes whenever he watched you laugh. It made his heart palpitate whenever he made you happy. (He just wished he could make you even happier.)

Yeonjun snapped out from his daze, clearing his throat. It was wrong to have feelings for you like he did, wasn't it? But what about all of your lingering stares? Did they mean anything like his did? "Laugh all you want, but they're still here, aren't they?"

You sobered into a wide grin. "Okay, okay. Whatever." You placed your palms on his chest and gave him a light push out of the bathroom door. "Now, out! I gotta do my things."

Yeonjun's bottom lip jutted out. "Aww, why can't I just do my night things while you do your night things?"

"Because you always insist on brushing each other's teeth?"

"It's not that weird."

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, yes it is that weird, Jun." 

You stepped out of the bathroom for a moment, intent on going to grab something from your overnight bag. What you hadn't anticipated was the slight lift in the carpeting; you swore it hadn't been there before. Your foot hooked onto the crevice and your eyes widened as you were sent flying. 

Yeonjun's instincts caught you, and your body hit his with an "oomf" falling from his lips. The both of you landed in a heap on the floor, but he had broken your fall, your body parallel over him. Your noses brushed, your hair fell over his forehead. 

His eyelashes fluttered and he licked his lips with his eyes darting between your eyes and your mouth. "Yn…" he murmured, and you felt the delicate, but hesitant touch of his hand smoothing the hair on the back of your head. 

He coaxed you down to him, his head lifting slightly to meet your lips. 

You wondered if the heartbeat pulsing like a bass drum was yours or his or both of yours—your chests were pressed together like glue, sandwiched together and clinging to dear life. Yeonjun's head hit the carpet, and his fingers threaded in your hair, a small content hum spilling into your mouth. 

That woke you up. 

You rocketed off of him, quite literally scrambled away. 

He seemed to realize the same thing when you noticed how wide his eyes had gotten. Yeonjun sat against his bed, his gaze settled on you as he waited with bated breath for your next move. 

"I'm sorry," you choked out and fumbled to your feet. In a daze, you hurriedly grabbed your overnight bag from the foot of his bed. 

"Yn—wait, Yn!" Yeonjun could only sit there and reach for you helplessly as you swept yourself out of his room, out of his apartment, as if you hadn't even been there in the first place. 

The kiss had been a mistake, you'd told your roommate Yeji. 

She had scoffed, and pressed, "You love him, Yn. That's what this is, isn't it?" But she'd drawn up a bath and put on a movie for you to make you feel better anyway.

You could hear the exasperation in her voice, but you didn't need her to tell you that to know. Harboring feelings like this for Yeonjun was always difficult when you spent so much time in his presence, hearing about his day, feeling his affectionate gestures, dealing with your heart skipping every time he did something as small as open the door for you. No, you definitely did not need Yeji to tell you that you were in love with him.

There was this certain uneasiness about you the next few days. The hair on the back of your neck was constantly standing up; you always felt colder, emptier, even with the fan off and sunlight streaming through the windows. There was something so miserable about having no notifications from your best friend, especially since a part of you hoped that you had dreamt the kiss and that it truly had been all your imagination. 

But reality slammed back into you on Saturday morning. 

Early Saturday morning grocery shopping had always been something that you and Yeonjun did together, but as you stood in the self check-out lane, mindlessly scanning your items and placing them in the bagging area, you tried imagining doing this all over again next week—alone. 

The lane next to you opened up, and you had the sudden urge to look up. 

Yours and Yeonjun's eyes met at once, a clashing of waves against a cliff face, the memory of that night resurfacing and lingering. He was swaddled in a hoodie with his dark hair hanging in his eyes, and you wondered if he'd lost sleep over that night like you had. Or maybe you were being dramatic, but you feared what came next. 

"Hey," he said first, then abruptly cleared his throat. 

You set a head of lettuce onto the scanner to be weighed. "Hi." 

You went quiet when, after you'd moved the lettuce, Yeonjun stepped over and lifted the large carton of mangoes from the counter for you so you could scan it. He set the mangoes down in your shopping cart, and you continued on like clockwork. You hadn't asked, and you never needed to ask with him, and thus, you were left at a crossroads now. (How did one ask their best friend if they loved them back in a way that best friends shouldn't?)

Yeonjun went back to his own station and started checking out his selected items, while you pulled your wallet out to pay for yours. 

"Thank you for the help," you murmured beneath the sound of the chirping register.

He bobbed his head, swallowed. "No problem." 

And then you were ready to leave—your items were bagged up and loaded into the cart, you'd grabbed your receipt from the printer—but you lingered still. Because he wasn't done yet. 

You bit your lip and drummed your fingers along the handle of your cart. Yeji's voice urging you to just tell him echoed in your mind, over and over again. When you opened your mouth to say something, he beat you to it. 

"Your, uhm, piercing might be infected."

You blinked, then turned to him. Out of all the things he could've said… maybe you were hopeless. "Is it?" You twisted the urge to reach up and touch your piercings, and though you'd tried to clean them out these past few days like he showed you, perhaps you had missed a few spots. 

Yeonjun hoisted the bags from his counter and walked out with you toward the exit. "It's a little red. I—" he stopped himself, hesitated. "Did you want to come over tonight?"

"Jun…"

He stopped to face you, and there in his expression, you saw the lines of desperation. This wasn't about the piercing or the infection. "I just wanna make sure you're okay." 

And dear god, if you didn't want to make sure he was, too. 

It was just a kiss, right? 

You had been weighing the pros and cons of—well, whatever was going to happen next. It was less of pros and cons, and more of convincing yourself that you hadn't just ruined one of the relationships you cherished most in your life. Because when you realized that you full-blown, head-over-heels, oh-good-lord loved Choi Yeonjun… man, did the world cave in. 

You inhaled deeply before slotting your copy of his apartment key into the lock and letting yourself in. The smell of spices and the crackling sound of sizzles erupted into your senses as you closed the door behind you. Just to your left, Yeonjun stood at the stove with his back to you, laboring over a pan of what you could guess was fried rice. He knocked the plastic spatula along the rim of the pan and set it down on the counter. 

"Hey," he said over his shoulder while he shut off the hood range's fan. "Thanks for coming."

You nodded and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Thanks for having me." You didn't know what to do, where to sit, how to exist in this space for some reason. 

Yeonjun walked toward you and rested his hand between your shoulder blades. "Let's take a look at your ears, hm?"

Of course, you wanted to say. Of course he would worry about you first. 

The bathroom light was dim as it flickered on. The bottle of isopropyl had been sitting untouched in the corner of the medicine cabinet, and Yeonjun pulled it out and dipped the tip of a cotton swab into the clear liquid. His touch was gentle as the alcohol bit its way into the earring hole, cleaning out any of the build up that might have accumulated there. 

You stared at the counter, your neck and head tilted to give him easy access so that he could see in the dim lighting. You wondered if the reason why he hovered a little farther away this time was because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. 

When he had finished cleaning up your piercings and confirmed that it wasn't infected just yet, you found yourself sitting across from him at his small table in the kitchen. Yeonjun set a bowl of fried rice in front of you, and you murmured out a small thank you. The steam rose to meet your face and you realized that the smell of the food he always made you had your body relaxing. Home-cooked meals were things that either you, Yeonjun, or the both of you made for each other—and with that in mind, you wondered once more, how could you think about a world without him around?

He settled in his seat, posture slumped, as he watched you take a bite. Then he picked up his spoon and picked at his own bowl. "Yn… are we cool?

Your spoon slowed on its way back into the bowl. When you looked at him, you found that he was waiting for your answer with a nervous sheen in his eyes. You set your spoon down to play with a stray thread on your jacket sleeve. "I think so."

"You think so," he echoed, but it sounded empty, as if he was uncertain if he heard you correctly. He scratched the side of his face, his jaw clenched in thought. "The—the kiss, Yn."

You inwardly winced. "Yeah."

He was fumbling for words. "I—I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or step over boundaries, and I… I totally get it if you hate me for it. I just thought that was…" His voice died, lost its confidence, as he met your gaze again. He whispered, "I just thought you liked me, too."

Oh, dear Lord. Did he just say too? Your head was spinning at how your heart thundered in your ribcage. "Jun, I don't just like you," you stammered. "I literally—I'm in love with you. And I could never hate you."

"But Yn, you just left—"

"I know," you cut in and your hands flew to your hair. "I'm sorry, Jun. I'm so sorry. I was just… I was just scared of what that might have meant, and I didn't wanna lose you." You heard your voice break at the lattermost words, and your vision was beginning to blur. 

Yeonjun's chair rattled against the floor as he clambered out of his seat, then rounded the table to get to you. He was shaking his head, hands grabbing your face in his warm palms, begging you to look at him. His eyes were lined in gold from the warm light of the kitchen reflecting off the tears pooling. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he rasped, kneeling before you. Both yours and his hands shook in the other's hold, lips quivering. "Christ, I thought I lost you, Yn."

You shook your head back and forth. "I love you," you repeated. "I dunno what I'd do without you."

His mouth pulled into a smile as he laughed through the tears now streaming down the slopes of his cheekbones. "Glad we're on the same page now."

He rose up a little to pull an extra chair closer to sit next to you. "I love you too, Yn," he promised, leaning toward you and ghosting his lips over yours. "I love you so much."

a/n: yeah,, , so that happened kdnfjd tbh i can't even tell if that was sad or not i can't even tell my own angst writing anymore T_T

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Pack chapter 19

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Chapter summary: You need some air

Chapter warnings: angry Dean

Word count: 2k

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Part 18 <- -> Part 20

I walked along the path, enjoying the feel of being outside. The sun was out and it was a beautiful, if chilly, day. It was strange, living underground. There was no natural light, no way of telling the weather outside, no connection to the outside world unless you left it. I missed walking to work, hearing the rain as I fell asleep, and natural light.

So I’d decided to get off my butt and do something about it. Sam had been gone three days now and somehow, the bunker felt even smaller with only three of us in it, not four.

I was feeling so much better, my chest not aching when I was away from Dean. He was still being very ...enthusiastic about following the doctor’s instructions: holding me to his side, cuddling me, encouraging me to scent him. It was sweet.

But between being stuck underground and being coddled, it was a bit suffocating. Now that I wasn't feeling terrible every time I wasn't with Dean, I wanted some space, some normality.

And it was a beautiful day.

I’d forgotten my phone, which was probably good. Aren't you meant to be mindful when walking or something? Focus on the experience or some such. I was inadvertently doing that, and it turned out to be pretty good.

I was almost disappointed when the bunker came back into view. But, it had been a very nice walk, and I was a bit thirsty.

I took one last look around, trying to drink in the feel of being outside. Then I turned back to the heavy door and tried to heave it open. Locked. I knocked instead.

I heard rushed heavy footsteps on the metal steps inside and then the door was swinging in. “Hey, De- whoa! What?!” I exclaimed as the door opened to reveal Dean with a gun pointed at me.

He sniffed the air and then lowered the gun, reaching out to grab my hand and roughly pull me inside. He still hadn’t said anything.

“Dean, what the hell?!”

He growled. I shivered and shut up, noticing the edge of agitation on all of his features. He led me down the stairs, my hand stuck in his vice-like grip. At the bottom of the stairs he turned to face me, eyes raking all over me and then reaching forward to scent me.

Madi came running in just as Dean was finishing his apparent inspection. “Oh thank God, you found her!”

“Where were you?” Dean demanded, his voice lower and more threatening than I’d heard it before.

“I went for a walk, what is up with you?!”

“You left the bunker!”

“Yeah, and?”

He hit the metal railing behind me, making me jump as the loud noise echoed around the room. “What the hell were you doing?”

“I went for a walk! Jeez, what's with the third degree?!”

“You LEFT THE BUNKER!” he roared.

I flinched. Madi looked at me with wide, worried eyes. “Alpha-” she started.

“Stay out of it, Omega,” he bit at her. She hung her head in submission.

He turned back to me, clenching his fists. “You left the bunker, without permission-”

“Permission?! I didn't realise I was a freaking prisoner!”

His eyes narrowed, “If you want to be a member of this Pack then you will follow my rules.”

“I didn't realise I’d get kicked out of a Pack I'm not even in yet after going for one walk!” Treacherous tears sprang to my eyes and I angrily brushed them away. I pushed past Dean and ran towards his room.

“Dean,” I heard Madi say in a low, deliberately calm voice behind me, “You need to calm down first.”

I slammed the door behind me and locked it, then fell on the bed and dissolved into tears.

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A little while later there was a gentle knocking at the door. I ignored it.

“Y/N?” I heard Dean call. His voice was much softer than the angry growl he'd had in the entryway. “I'm sorry, sweetheart. Can you please open the door?”

I ignored him, still upset and angry, lying on the bed. What a controlling asshole.

Probably only a minute before he just orders me to open it, anyway. Or picks the lock, Sam did that on the house with the vampires.

“Please, sweetheart?”

Can't believe he's contemplating kicking me out because I went for a walk. I wiped more tears away from my eyes.

“I'm not going to order you, I know I fucked up.”

Huh, that was a surprise. Still, no.

“I'm sorry, Y/N. That reaction was uncalled for. Can you please open the door so I can apologise?”

He was chipping away at the ice of my resolve, but I still wasn’t thawed yet.

“Please, Omega,” he said in a broken voice. “Please.”

I slowly slid off the bed and went to the door. I flicked the lock and then walked back to the bed, sitting against the headboard with my arms crossed.

He opened the door and slowly entered, his hands up in front of him. “Omega, I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean to imply that I was going to kick you out of the Pack. I would never kick you out. I was angry and I spoke without thinking.”

“And what exactly is it that I did that made you so angry?” I couldn't keep the tears out of my voice, but I tried.

He took a deep breath. “I couldn't find you. You didn't answer your phone, I searched the whole bunker top to bottom. At first I thought you just couldn't hear me, and then I was worried you'd fainted or something somewhere obscure and needed urgent help, and then I thought you might have been captured by one of our enemies. There are an awful lot of things that can happen to people in our line of work, especially to those who can't defend themselves but are useful as ...leverage.” He ran his hand down his face, he looked broken.

“...Oh.”

I felt a bit bad. I hadn't realised I was putting him through that.

“So when you came back I was so relieved, but I was still scared of losing you and angry that you'd just left without saying anything. I- I didn't mean to say you had to ask permission, that's not what I meant.”

“But I should have told you where I was going,” I said quietly.

He bit his lip.

I sighed, “You may as well just say whatever it is you're thinking. I can tell you’re trying to bite your tongue about something.”

“You don’t have to ask me for permission, that was the wrong word. But… I still don’t want you going out, alone.”

“Seriously?! It’s not like I’m proposing to walk through the crime capital of the world, at night, in a bikini, with a neon sign around my neck. I went for a walk!”

“I know, sweetheart, I know. I must sound so overprotective and ridiculous right now. But amateurs get killed. They just do. And Sammy and me, well, we have a lot of people who’d like to get one over us, or take revenge on us. And finding my unprotected mate would take the cake for many of them.”

“So, what, Madi doesn’t go anywhere alone? Ever?”

“No, she does. We’re safer here than if we were on a case. Often we won’t let her go out alone if there are monsters we’re hunting or we’re not sure yet what’s going on in a town. But yeah, she definitely goes places alone, both here and elsewhere.”

“But I can’t?” I said with a pout.

“I’m not trying to have different rules here or anything. First of all, she tells us where she’s going. It’s not about permission, it’s about communication. And secondly, she trains. She carries a phone and concealed weapons. She’s not an expert, but she’s not an amateur anymore.”

“And you and Sam just get to do whatever because you’re Alphas and men and nothing can touch you two, oh, except for bullets.”

He grimaced. “Ok, yeah, I deserve that. It’s not about us being Alphas or being male. But, you know, we’re big, we’re experienced, we can hold our own in a fight. There are female hunters who are just as good as us. But, little one, you’re not a hunter, you’re not a fighter. You can be, if you want to be. But until you are, you need to be careful.”

“I genuinely lived my life perfectly fine, walked everywhere perfectly fine, frequently alone, before I met you,” I said sullenly.

“I know. Being my mate, well, it puts a target on your back.” He scratched the back of his neck. “It’s, umm, it’s not too late to decide this isn’t for you…”

I shook my head. “That’s not what I want, Dean.”

He let go a ragged breath. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I really am. I shouldn’t have reacted that way this morning. But I also really, really need you to heed my warnings about the danger that our line of work puts you in. I need to keep you safe.”

“Fiiiine,” I huffed. “You know, I wasn’t trying to ignore you. I did what you said when we went on that case. But you never said anything about while we're here. I mean, yeah, you were weirdly 'don't walk home alone’ back home too, but I thought it was because it was night time.”

“I know. Well, I know that now. Madi helped me see some sense before I came down here. I know we came here in the beginning and then pretty instantly went on a hunt, and then I was injured, and then you were sick. So this is probably the first time you've actually been feeling fine and ready to go be a normal person, and I forgot there's still stuff you don’t know so I didn't tell you. I don't blame you, sweetheart.”

I nodded and sniffled a little, the after effects of all of my tears. He stepped closer and opened his arms, then stepped closer again. I nodded and he quickly crossed the rest of the way to the bed, gathering me in a hug and sitting me on his lap. I snuggled into him.

He stroked my cheek. “Sorry, ‘mega,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

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“Sam!!” Madi yelled, jumping into his arms. “You didn't tell me you were coming home!”

“And miss this homecoming?”

 She squealed as he span her around, her legs around his waist.

“No vomiting on the table,” Dean said in a mock stern voice. I stood awkwardly in the back of the room, enjoying watching the joy of their reunion but feeling a bit of trepidation about how my body would react to Sam.

Sam laughed at Dean, “So I'll just keep getting her dizzy and aim her at your bed instead?”

He stopped spinning as she leant down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

“Alright, alright, get a room,” Dean huffed. “Actually, don’t, first you have to tell me how the hunt went.”

Sam set Madi down, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and cuddling her to him. “Bit of a bust, it wasn't what Claire thought. I stayed out there an extra day trying to convince her to drop this, but she's convinced there's something out there and we're all missing it. She’s, uh, not exactly keen on listening to me. I got a bit of grudging acceptance most of the time, but when I really pushed back she straight out challenged me. I'm not going to be able to reign her in if she really goes down a path.”

Dean swore under his breath. “Alright, thanks. You guys go be gross in your own room.”

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future of monaco | leclerc | 4

summary: choices are never easy are they?

warnings: uh cheating? but really a whole lot of angst

word count: 2k | ⚔︎ ANGST

part 1 part 2 part 3

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and with that, he was off out the door rushing while carrying a million things but somehow once again forgetting his phone on the nightstand. hoping to catch him before he was too far gone you too rush out the room but in opening the door you're reminded of what you tried so hard to forget arm raised about to knock on the very door you now clung to trying to hide behind its frame.

"charles, hi"

"we need to talk"

fuck. you were fucked.

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“I-“ he could tell you were hesitating if not by the sound of your voice then almost definitely by your body language. of course, you were never that lucky because as you leaned into the door as if you were about to close it he obviously was not going to let that happen. one perfectly presented black and white chuck taylors was now placed on the threshold of the hotel room paired with a ringed hand holding onto the door frame. you had two options; harm probably insured multi-billion dollar body parts OR let him in so against your own judgment but probably in the judgment of your lawyers you allow him in. “can we um make this quick”

the surprise on his face did not help the way your heart raced as your oldest friend now walked passed you towards the bed before he started his pleading. “rose you have to, believe me, I never wanted to hurt you”

“but you did”

“I know I did and i’m sorry I did it was a bad race and a bad day and I took it out on you”

those stupid blue eyes were beaming right into every inch of resolve that you built up in the space of your getaway with pierre. you couldn’t look at him. if anything you looked anywhere but his body and it made you feel so small when in reality you had all the power in the room. even if you couldn’t look at him that still didn’t stop you from soaking in every word that came out of his mouth even with his ramblings and frantic hands.

“i had to find out from instagram where my best friend was do you know how weird that was?” and it continued as if he couldn’t find the off button. “in milan she was in fucking milan in a bikini, in a pool, with my other best friend I mean really rose pierre?”

there it was again, the judgment. never once have you judged him for all the skimpy beautiful women he would meet at bars and take home. never once did you tell him he couldn’t do something because it would hurt your feelings, yet here he was throwing it all in your face like it wasn’t his fault in the first place. “what’s wrong with pierre?”

“nothings wrong with pierre but there’s something wrong with you AND pierre” there was the jealousy again something he had absolutely no right in, especially with how he has treated you pushing you to the side until he’s drunk calling you at odd hours in the morning telling you he loves you. charles didn’t know how to love you, he didn’t understand where the boundaries started and ended when it came to you. most of that was your fault because you gave him free rein over you for 20 odd years but now you needed to take that back as none of this was fair not to you or him or even his girlfriend.

“p has been nothing but nice to me”

“p?” the scoff that followed behind also wasn’t lost to your ears. “of course he’s been nice to you we both know how he is”

“what do you mean?”

“he’s always been following you around i mean come on don’t be blind.”

was that true? had pierre always had a thing for you and once again you were too blinded by the wrong one. thinking back to children or even teenagers it made your heartburn that you couldn’t even think of moments past the important ones with this stranger in front of you. he was where all your first were and now you were beginning to realize what everyone meant when they said how unhealthy that was for you.

the fingers brushing the hair out of your eyes sobered up all the thoughts of him as you finally made eye contact. “I meant what I said on the phone” the slurring of I love you rose rang as the distant memory came back. he felt so real, the hand on your face felt so real, but the way he was acting felt like a daydream as if he wasn’t actually here confessing his feelings for you in real-time. “rose, let me make it up to you.” like he was scared you would run out the door and never come back again he made slow movements until his feet now stood ok either side of yours while his hand moved further back into your hair. you knew what he was doing, you knew what was gonna happen next you would be stupid if you didn’t and maybe parts of you wanted it to happen because even as his eyes drifted towards your lips you didn’t move away.

the leaning in felt like slow motion. the feeling of his warm minty breath fanning to mix with yours felt like slow motion. even the feeling of his fingers gripping the back of your head to pull you into him felt slow motion. the kiss, however, was anything but slow motion, the minute you two met all thoughts were gone and you were back to reality gripping onto the front of his hoeodie. even as your back hit the wall you didn’t dare part to even breathe because you knew the minute you actually thought about what you were doing you would start beating yourself up again. you were lost in him, the hand that dug into your sides begging you to jump into his awaiting arms didn't even seem to phase you as you obliged now pinned against the wall.

"rose-" this time it was you who didn't let him finish as you took the opportunity to burn this memory in every inch of his skin you could hold. rolling your hips against his fabric-clad center should've told you that you went too far but the moan that came out of the pair of you made you never want this to end.

the scornful laugh that filled the hotel room at that moment confused your lustful brain as you started taking in the reality of the situation in front of you. here you were pinned against the wall by charles as pierre all sweaty, and now obviously angry but laughing (?) walked into his hotel room.

"wow don't let me interrupt you two" how you kept finding yourself in these situations you would never fucking know. pushing charles as far away from you as possible you now stood in the middle of the hallway awkwardly watching pierre like a hawk as he walked by you two and now to the bed where he drops his things than himself before looking at you. “no continue come on”

not trusting your own voice you listen as charles responds, “come on man”

“i wanna hear from her, not you”

“don’t do that”

“i can't ask her how it feels to have both of us on her lips?” the smile on his face was wide almost like he was enjoying this, you knew pierre was petty and usually you also loved that side of him but here it was biting you in the ass. “c’mon cherie who’s the better kisser tell us”

you couldn’t handle this. you could barely handle the both of them alone and now here they were cock fighting over you taking up all the air in the room.

“talk to me colombe”

“pierre shut up rose come with me”

“she’s not fucking leaving”

the sound of you struggling to catch your breath you could only assume stopped both of them in their bickering tracks as they watched the color drain from your face.

“i can’t do this” before ethier one could grab you from the hallway you were gone. running and running and running. down the hallway, through the stairwell, it felt like forever until you saw the exit door to the outside. you wish you could say you stopped there but you kept going for blocks not even paying attention to the empty roads you were crossing until you saw what you were looking for. the sand humbled you as your running feet got stuck in the earth finally catching your breath as you inhaled nothing but the salty air. how did you get in this situation a month ago you were sitting in your apartment on the phone with your friends still denying your feelings for anyone and now you kissed the two men that literally built you into the person you were today.

even as the air got colder and the wind got harsher you sat on the sand with your head between your knees running your fingers in the sand, sometimes drawing dumb pictures other times messing up what you already drew. you wish you even had a choice to make because maybe that would make this easier. it wasn’t picking between them it was picking which one you couldn’t be without and you would rather have neither than go down that road.

the shouting of your name wasn’t what reached your ears first instead the sight of bright red and navy blue mixed together barreled into your eyesight. the both of them struggling against the sand running wildly towards you had to be some type of comedy act as the one in red was clumsily catching up to the wide strides of his counterpart.

“colombe” “rose”

it was mind-numbing, after every scenario you played through you did not imagine BOTH of them working together to find you. you knew eventually one would as the beach has always been your place. a place where you would sit for hours to even make the simplest decisions. even though you didn’t answer them they still understood what you needed each taking a seat beside you in the sand to stare out to where the moon met the sea.

“I can’t lose you”

even without naming who you were talking to your respective counterparts knew you meant them both and all you could do is hope they wouldn’t give you the ultimatum you’ve been dreading.

“rose im sorry”

“yeah charles is sorry”

“pierre”

when you finally looked over unamused at him and his dumb joke the huge cheshire grin that took up his whole face broke you into a fit of exhaustive laughter to the point that yours was still louder than the ones that joined you. finally giving into the sand you stretch out sighing as you become one with it now looking up at the stars not missing a beat as the three of you bunched together to the point that you couldn’t tell who’s hair was who’s, foreheads touching as you stargazed like you did when you were all kids camping. watching on you didn't miss the gasp or point from charles as a shooting star crossed from east of the sky to the west as you closed your eyes now wishing for monaco to forgive you for the mess you made.

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mistakes? yes ill come back and fix but IM SORRY I hoped you liked this ending I wanted to at least give a somewhat happy ending as i didn't think charles or pierre would get justice from anything else but i appreciate all the love and support on the series as it was just originally one part thank you!

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[simpingcowboy]

Lovelight

Pairing: Marcus Pike x GN!Reader, established relationship

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Being aggressively in love with Marcus Pike, light use of pet names, getting almost stood up, feeling of romantic inadequacy, just a teensy bit meta, The Wizard of Oz spoilers?

Summary: Even the worst of days are made better with your boyfriend Marcus Pike around

A/N: Another one down for my Year of ABBA as part of the "Year Of" Creations @yearofcreation2023 February edition!!! I've been on a Marcus kick so here we are!

It was a miserable day. A long, terrible, tiresome day. Even your room, your personal sanctuary, felt dreary and gloomy. The wide window offered no comfort either. The rain falling over D.C. clouded the skies. The whole world looked dark from inside your apartment. You let out a sigh of exhaustion; surrendering to the comfort of your bed. As you stare up at the blank old dirty ceiling, a soft knock is heard from the door.

"Babe?" The voice calls, slowly unlocking the door.

You perk up at that voice. Marcus…you smile to yourself, realizing your partner is at the door. Finally, using the spare key you'd given him ages ago.

"I'm here! Come on in." You call back to him.

You sit up on the bed, and make your way over to the door. The two of you practically bump into each other as you meet in the narrow doorway. Marcus looks as perfect as ever. Nicely clean shaven, hair just a bit tussled from the day, in his usual black suit and blue button up combo, a beautiful bundle of flowers in his hands.

"Woah!" Marcus says, trying not to knock you over. "Hi Baby," he says cheerfully, "I heard you had a bit of a day so I uhh thought I'd surprise you." A big smile overcomes his face as he tilts the flowers towards you. "Tada!"

Your eyes shift down to the bouquet. You find yourself giggling at the barcode still peeking out from the top. Imagining Marcus running out from the office to the corner store to grab these. Still, the colors are vibrant. Your favorite. The smell is bright. As you gaze back up at Marcus, the whole world feels brighter too.

"Do you like them? Sorry I couldn't go to the usual florist but I-" Marcus rambles on.

"No." You answer with a smile, taking the flowers in your arms. "They're perfect. You're perfect."

A tinge of red flushes his cheeks at your statement. "Far from it but I'm glad you like them. I also-" he reaches around the still open door to grab a bag from the hallway, "got take out! It's your favorite." He smiles bashfully. Suddenly concerned he'd gone a bit overboard. "I hope it's okay."

"You really are perfect, huh?" You tease, pulling him in and shutting the door behind him.

"I try." He concedes with a shrug. Moving the take out over to your table. Carefully pulling the food out of the bag.

You go to the kitchen, grabbing a vase and filling it with water. Dropping the bouquet in and rushing it over to show Marcus. "Look how pretty they are!" You can't help but smile at them. They fit perfectly. Suddenly, you could ignore all the old stains on the table top.

He chuckles at you, "They look good in here." He agrees.

You inhale, getting a sniff of the food. "That smells so good!" You exclaim, taking your seat across from Marcus.

"Ugh you're telling me! I had to stop myself from just eating it all in the car." He laughs, taking the plastic utensils in his hands.

You eagerly dig in. The flavors hitting your tongue like a firework. It was so rich. Cooked to absolute perfection. Though you know it had likely been some fifteen minutes of waiting in Marcus's car, it was somehow the perfect temperature. "Oh Marcus…I swear the food is never this good when you're not there! Are you sure you're not tipping off the chef or something?"

He scoffs, smiling at the absurdity. "Babe, the first time I went there was with you. There's no way I would have been able to do that."

You squint your eyes at him, a look of fake suspicion on your face. "I'm onto you Agent Pike."

"Yeah yeah," he rolls his eyes, taking another bite of his dinner, "eat your food!"

You continue chatting through dinner, airing out all of the day's frustrations. To which Marcus dutifully listens. He then goes on to talk a bit about his day. Nothing exciting, just writing up reports on his latest sting. Though he just so fails to mention how he left most of them piled on his desk when he heard of your bad day. Still- you cling to every word. At times it felt like Marcus could be talking about nothing at all, and you'd still be totally fascinated about it. Eventually you both finish. Marcus is quick to insist on cleaning up. Claiming as he always did that he had "brought the mess over" and therefore was responsible to clean it. Knowing that fight was yours to lose, you allow it. Watching from the table as he neatly stacks the takeout boxes before throwing them in the trash.

"All done!" Marcus claps his hands together celebratory. "Any ideas for how you'd like to spend the rest of the night?"

You pause to think, "Maybe a movie?"

He smiles with a nod. "Sounds good." He pulls on his tie, loosening it from around his neck. "Do you mind if I change first?"

"Be my guest. Your clothes are in the second drawer where they always are."

Marcus rounds the corner to your bedroom to change. You take the opportunity to get comfortable on the couch. Your body sinks into the soft cushions. A relaxed sigh leaving your body as your hands trace over the smooth material. Everything felt so cozy.

"This look alright?" Marcus steps out into the room giving you a spin. A white V-neck t-shirt on, paired with his comfy grey sweatpants.

You smile up at him, he just looks so snuggleable! "You look great. Now, come here!" You reach for him with outstretched arms.

Marcus, never one to keep you waiting, is quick to join you on the couch. Sitting besides you, pulling you into his chest in a tight embrace. "Alright, what are we watching?"

"No clue." You shrug.

"Channel flipping it is!" Taking the remote in his hand, he begins scouring for something to watch. "Ohh here's something, The Wizard of Oz?"

You watch him with wide eyes. A sense of sentimentality taking over you. "That's the first movie we saw together."

Marcus pauses for a moment, remembering. "Yeah…it is, isn't it? Though, I think we missed the opening of it."

"Which was your fault by the way!"

"Traffic was bad!" He defends.

You can't help but tease. "Excuses, excuses!" You huff as the memory of that date.

You stood impatiently on a corner downtown, across from the movie theatre. Tapping your foot and struggling to stop yourself from sending another text asking if Marcus was standing you up. It'd been about ten minutes since the movie started, and another twenty minutes since Marcus was supposed to have been there. Suppressing the tear in your eye, you bite the bullet and turn to head home. A hand grabbing your waist from behind to stop you.

"Wait-" the man pleads with a voice you recognize, Marcus. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. The traffic was so bad and I- I got here as fast as I could. I didn't see your texts until I was here. And I-" he pauses.

You turned slowly, with half a mind to tell him off for almost making you cry. But you can't. As soon as Marcus was in view, all your frustrations disappeared. It didn't matter that he was late. Only that he was here. And that those big brown puppy dog eyes were all yours again.

"Fuck-" he cuts himself off, leaning in to kiss you unable to resist the urge.

You relax even further into his touch. His hands still on your waist pulling you closer. Your hands wrapping around his neck, holding him to you. "Marcus…" you murmur softly, pulling away briefly.

"I'm sorry." He repeats against your lips. "I should have been here." He kisses you once more, pulling you tight against him.

Suddenly, the traffic seemed to get a little lighter.

"Marcus?" You grab his attention, your mind focusing back on the present. "What happens in the beginning anyways?"

"Of The Wizard of Oz?"

You answer with a nod.

"Well. We start out in Kansas with Dorthy who just got out of school. She's just kind of going about her day. Running into a whole little cast of characters that make up the main cast. A mean neighbor who's the witch. Lion, scarecrow, and the tinman are this group of guys who work on the farm. So on and so on. Same as the end of the film. She sings a little song and then a tornado happens. And we're in Oz!"

"There's a transition, right? When the movie switches into color?"

"Ah yes! That's the really cool part! After the tornado, she opens the door and the world outside is in color. I looked up how they did it but…it kind of ruins the magic." He says with a guilty smile.

"I know the feeling. Of Dorthy I mean. That feeling of the world suddenly being in color.'

"Yeah?" Marcus prompts you, asking for more.

You lean into his ear, with a low whisper, "The same feelings I get being around you."

He playfully pushes you off, "Okay now you're just teasing." His cheeks red with embarrassment.

"I'm serious, Marcus." You wrangle your way back into his arms. "I felt horrible earlier, but there's just something…when you're around…I don't know. My days are just so much better. It's like this aura? Or vibe?"

"A lovelight?" Marcus offers.

"Love-light?" You repeat.

"Yeah, you know…like the ABBA song?" He sighs and begins to half heartedly sing, "You must have a lovelight, everything around you is lovelight."

You chuckle, Marcus's affinity for old media never failing to entertain you.

"You've gotta know that one!"

"I do, I was just hoping you'd sing it for me." You smirk, knowing your plan worked.

He laughs, hiding his face behind his hands. "You got me."

You smile at him, moving his hands to plant a soft kiss on his lips. A smile tucked into each of your faces. "I like it." You quietly say into the kiss.

"Like what?"

"Lovelight…it fits." You nuzzle against his cheek. "You light up my whole world, Marcus. All the things you do. The things you say. Just the way you are. Everything around you is…lovelight."

His face goes red at your turn of affection. "You like it? It's not too much?" Insecurity creeps up his neck. He knows previous partners had felt suffocated by his attentiveness. But if you really liked it maybe…

"Yes. I love it. It makes me feel good. Being with you feels right. Everything about you is right." You lean, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Don't let anyone dim your lovelight, Marcus."

Under you, Marcus anxiously bites his cheeks. His sweet dimples popping in and out as he tries to hide a smile. His eyes, dancing around to avoid catching yours. Though he has lots to say, "I love you…" is all he manages to vocalize.

You smile into his jaw, "I love you too Marcus. Now, I believe we have a movie to watch!" You relax back down at his side.

Marcus flashes you a quick grin. "To Oz we go." He says as he turns on the film.

The rest of the night is peaceful. Full of behind the scene facts from Marcus, and snacks you'd been saving for moments like this. After the film ends, you're both quick to agree to turn in early. Both you and Marcus are tired from your day, and know the next will be equally as tiring as well. Marcus takes his place in bed beside you, turning off the bedside lamp.

"Goodnight Baby." He gives you a soft kiss before tucking himself under the comforter.

"Goodnight Marcus." You return his notion.

As you get comfortable under the covers, you notice something. With Marcus around, even that old dirty ceiling seems a little whiter.

#Am writes #Year of ABBA #year of creation #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike fanfic #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x GN!Reader #soft marcus pike

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Nice One

Pairing: Hard dom! Taehyun x afab! reader x soft dom! Jay

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Threesome; fellatio; anal sex; reverse cowgirl; exhibitionism/voyeurism; punishment; overstimulatiom; butt slapping; deepthroating; degradation; use of filthy nicknames (princess, doll, slut, bitch, darling whore, daddy and sweetheart); swearing

Word Count: 2k words (I don't blame myself, I blame Taehyun and Jay)

Mellow speaks: Taehyun brat-tamer era it seems!! And this time, my man is taming not one, but two idiotic brats who can't seem to confess!! Hope you guys like it!

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You never could have imagined your online gaming session would lead to this, but when you look back on your actions from earlier that night, it's no surprise that you ended up in such a......compromising situation. Looking up at Jay, you can't help but bite down on your lip at how good he looks, sweat dripping down his brow as he gently caresses your cheek, a soft smile coming into focus. 

But that focus breaks away the very next moment as you feel a sharp pain spread through your body, a gasp escaping you a second before you turn your head back a little, a growl to be heard from the man standing behind you, sneer evident on his face. You're in for a ride, you can tell as much from the way you can practically hear the blood rushing to your ear. And the fact that you're almost positive the people on the other end, er, ends can hear it too, thanks to the headphone you're still stuck with, sends goosebumps covering every inch of your skin. 

You should've known better though. Should've known better than to indulge in your flirty interactions with your best friend, during the game, should've known better than to be shameless in front of a group of young guys. And most of all, you should've known better than to get on the wrong side of Kang Taehyun, should've known better than to pass your limits when he could clearly hear you. 

"You sure know how to play, huh?," Jay had asked you through the mic, smirk evident in his voice as you had rolled your eyes. "Better than your sorry ass, I do," had been your reply, your annoyance getting the better of you as you had killed off another one of his characters. "Oh really?," you could hear him retort not two seconds later, "That wasn't what you were saying when I was massaging your back yesterday." 

His words were enough to catch you off-guard, leaving your eyes blinking and your mouth opening and closing as your mind wandered back to the events that had transpired the previous day. That "massage" was anything but, having had been more sensual than comforting. It had been under the pretext of getting him to help you release a bit of the stress you had been feeling lately, but as soon as his hands had come in contact with your bare skin, you had found yourself nearly giving in to the pent-up sexual tension between the two of you. 

Somehow pulling yourself back out from your thoughts, you had managed to respond with the same annoyed tone, saying something along the lines of "Fine then, enjou sleeping by yourself on the couch tonight," a satisfied look making its way to your face upon hearing the gasp the he let out. The entire server was silent except for the sounds of the game by now, the rest of the boys simply listening in to your not-so-friendly banter. "Let's see how you fare without burying your face in my neck." 

It was a tiny detail, one that didn't hold much consequence in your head. But in reality, it was just another infuriating hint to the obviously heated equation you shared with your best friend. And while it might have seemed like the others were done with your shit already, there was one who was beyond done. Yeah, he had had enough of your stupid flirting and sexual innuendos, and he knew he was going to take matters into his own hands. 

So that's why the very next moment, he had found himself letting the game be damned, his hand reaching for the phone resting next to his keyboard, his fingers dialing a certain fellow '02 liner. Picking up on the second ring, said '02 liner was greeted with nine words. That's it, nothing more, nothing less. But those nine words were more than enough to send a shiver down his spine, scaring him to the core. 

Come over, right now. And bring that bitch along. 

Long story short, you know find yourself on all fours, stripped naked to your skin and completely at Taehyun's mercy, his palm coming into contact with the flesh of your butt for the third time in five minutes before he begins kneading away it at. "Such a pretty slut," he muses aloud, pinching you just a little, "Soaking to take two cocks together." Another slap. "You've got yourself a nice one, Jay."

His words are pure filth, but as you hear Jay chuckle lightly at them, you can't help but let a moan escape, jutting your hips out in the hopes of getting something. "So damn eager, huh? Wanna be railed good by two guys at the same time?" You feel pathetic doing it, and yet all you can do is let out another whine, sounding more and more desperate by the second. "Don't worry doll, you'll get what you want....now."

And with that, he motions for Jay to shove his member into your mouth, something that makes the younger bite his bottom lip as he lifts your face up to look at him, your eyes going red from the desperation you feel. "I'll take care of you, sweetheart," he mumbles gently, the otherwise sweet petname sounding dirty to your ears as he places his lips to yours, pecking you. The peck, however, lasts less than a second, your mouth being opened forcefully before you know it, your lips getting wrapped around a thick cock. 

"Suck," you hear Taehyun growl, your butt cheeks flushed by now as he tugs and pulls at them, goosebumps coming alive on your skin as the cold air comes into contact with your heat. You oblige to the orders, beginning to move your head up and down to a rhythm that leaves Jay gasping for air, his hands quick to make their way to your head, guiding you. You let your tongue roll along his girth, tasting his flesh and the precum coating it as you hollow your cheeks out, taking him harder and deeper till he hits the back of your throat. 

The feeling makes Jay groan into his mic, the filthy sounds filtering out for everyone else to hear as Taehyun enjoys the view firsthand, a smirk on his face as he preps his own self to join in on the fun. Your pussy is dripping by now, the sensation of having your best friend in your mouth making you want to squeeze your thighs together to prevent your wetness from seeping to the floor, but as luck would have it, a rather muscular hand stops you from doing just that, raking along the inside of your thigh before a slap is placed there as well. 

"Open up darling," you hear him whisper in your ear, his touch hot against your back as he pushes into you, hilt deep without so much as a warning. You're a mess by now, tears streaming down your cheeks as you continue to deepthroat Jay, tiny kisses being placed to the base of his shaft as you coat him with your saliva, dragging him closer and closer to his climax. 

He's seeing stars under your effect, his hands still resting by your head as you take him all out before going back in once more. As you keep up with your efforts, your clit too, keeps up with the assault that Taehyun subjects it to, his palms your buttcheeks red and raw while his fat tip enters your depths, pushing your walls open with grunts and groan escaping his lips. "So fucking tight," he moans, feeling your walls stretch around him as he hits the very back of your pussy, leaving no part untouched. 

It's a sight of pure filth, the sound of skin slapping against skin breaking through your constant moans and whines that slip past your lips. As you continue to give head to your best friend, and as your best friend's friend continues to stuff his member inside you, the other guys have no option but to keep listening in to the dirty sounds coming through their headphones. But it's not like they're complaining, enjoying the prospect of you being degraded to a cockslut too irresistible to pass up on. Don't get them wrong, they've never seen you as a cockslut for real, but it's always fun to have someone as strong as fierce as you breaking down into a pathetic, begging whore. Or at least, that's what they're thinking at the moment, their own pants growing tighter with every second that passes, all thanks to your pretty sounds. 

And that tightness knows no bounds when you come undone, the loudest moan you've ever let out racking through your whole body as you ride out your orgasm, your juices spilling out your hole and coating all over the condom Taehyun's wearing as he continues his thrusts, chasing his own high. Jay, meanwhile, comes undone under the vibrations of your whines, his hot seed hitting the back of your throat as you struggle to swallow it all up. 

Your legs shaking, the torture on your pussy and butt doesn't cease for another two minutes, Taehyun's hips rolling against yours until he finally cums into his condom, staying inside you for a while before before pulling out at last, a loud smack to be heard as his tip moves out. The feeling makes your whole body go limp, your form collapsing to the mattress as you let one last whine out. 

For a second, it feels like your ordeal is over, but then you feel your face being lifted up once more, a soft smile greeting you as your eyes meet Jay's, your lips caught in a soft kiss not long after. It's much more gentle than you remember, making you smile as you begin to sit back up, on your knees. Closing your eyes, your arms snake around Jay's shoulders while his own get wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. And its because of these closed eyes that you fail to notice the way his gaze lands on Taehyun, yet another unsaid agreement brewing. 

And then, you're suddenly flying, a yelp escaping you as you find yourself being perched atop his thighs, his member prodding at your other lips as he lies down under you, your face towards Taehyun. He's smirking again, the condom nowhere to be seen as his hand ghosts over his dick. "One last time princess, give daddy a good show," is all he says before your folds as ripped open again, Jay's length filling you up as you reverse-cowgirl him, your back getting arched and a loud cry reverberating along the walls. 

He's relentless this time, bouncing your hips along as he begins pushing and pulling through your hole as you feel hot tears well up for the second time that night. Taehyun simply chooses to watch, stroking his length and jerking off to the sight of you being ducked senseless. "Show Jay how much of a dumb whore you are, maybe that'll get him to confess his stupid feelings," he sneers, picking up his pace just as the younger does too, your walls now failing to clench from all the fatigue. You're more sensitive than you've ever been, already nearing your high as you begin rocking your hips, desperate for more. 

Everything blurs away, your thoughts a mangled mess and your entire being shaking as you reach your climax, crying by now. Jay takes a while longer, his own hands moving you along because you find yourself incapable of doing so, the whole situation soon making Taehyun release into his palm. Riding out his orgasm, your friend fills his condom with his seed, groaning as his nails dig into your hips, his breath as shaky as yours. 

Through the tears, you see Taehyun get up from his place, shutting his computer off and cutting you away from the game at last, since he was the one handling the server. And as he walks out of the room, the last thing you hear is him say, "I hope that got your hormones out of the picture. Now get fucking done with your emotions."

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It was a little after 9PM and Evelyn anxiously waited for Wooyoung. She spent hours picking out the perfect outfit and hair and even made efforts to put pretty make-up on. Now she was looking in the mirror she regretted it, feeling like she looked ridiculous wearing this bold eyeliner and lipstick for a dance practice.

Before she could take it off Wooyoung entered the room. "Hi there, sorry I'm late," he smiled as he dropped his bag in the corner. He wore a black cap, loose shirt and baggy pants but he still looked insanely sexy. "It truly is the vein thing," Evelyn mumbled underneath her breath.

"The what thing?" Wooyoung asked. "Ah, nothing, I said I forgot a thing," she stated as she smiled, "thank you for coming." Wooyoung smiled and walked closer to her. "It's no problem. Your make-up's cool, strong," the male remarked.

"Ah it looks good? I wore it because... because this is the type we wear on stage sometimes," Evelyn stammered. Wooyoung laughed and nodded. "Got it, for the stage." Wooyoung gave her the most lame fingerguns as he fixed his hair under the cap.

Evelyn rolled her eyes at herself, knowing Wooyoung was aware she was lying. "Alright, let's start." Wooyoung suggested she'd show him the dance once more, and so she did. She strutted towards the mirror and moved her body to the music. The boy was nearly gawking at her sexy moves, observing her body carefully.

He cheered her on and congratulated her on the great choreo as he stepped forward, moving closer to her. "Now there are a few things you could tweak a little, to make the moves connect more, it'll look like a flow."

Evelyn nodded and brushed her hand through her silky hair. She felt herself getting more nervous as he stood behind her. "Now, with the starting move, if you move your wrist like this..."

Wooyoung copied her dancemoves and added the little twist. Then as he guided her to move along with him, his hand slid over hers. He smirked when he felt the younger girl tremble under his touch. "Good," he whispered.

"And for the bridge, when you cross your arms and bring them up like this... turn your wrists as you... bring them down, like this," Wooyoung spoke, his fingertips tracing the soft skin on her arms. Goosebumps rose on her arms as he triggered her sensitivity to touch. "L-Like this?" Evelyn stuttered. Wooyoung's voice was breathy as he felt Evelyn's back against his chest as she moved on the music. "Yeah, like that."

"I happen to struggle with the, you know, body rolls, how do I make it more... flowy?" Evelyn grinned as she copied Wooyoung's choice of words. Wooyoung smiled, but it dropped quickly when he laid one hand on her abdomen and one on the small of her back. Her breath hitched in her throat as he made her body move with him.

"That's better," Wooyoung nodded as Evelyn kept rolling her body back at him. She felt his breath in her exposed neck, making her shiver against him. "Cold?" He asked, somehow wooing her with his gentleness, making her feel weak at the knees. "No," she answered, shaking her head, "sensitive."

Wooyoung swallowed thickly as hundreds of scenario's played in his head. He almost felt his blood rushing down and quickly let go of the girl before he created a tent in his pants.

"The dance is great, I can't wait for it to... come out you know, on YouTube. I'll watch it," Wooyoung said, trying to lighten the tension in the air. "Right, thanks, thanks for helping. I... I like to dance so I come here often at night... So maybe I'll see you, you know, stop by again," Evelyn chimed. Wooyoung smiled at her brightness and nodded. "I will, definitely."

♡

"Hey, Gayoung wasn't it?"

Jongho flashed a sweet smile her way as he stopped at her table. Gayoung was seated in the cafetaria, drinking her iced coffee as she played Animal Crossing on her Nintendo Switch.

She looks up with a kind smile and nodds. "Yes, sunbaenim," she answered as she got up and bowed for him. Gayoung gestured Jongho to take a seat with her as it was pretty crowded.

Gayoung politely put her Nintendo away and focussed her attention to him instead. "What were you playing?" Jongho kindly asked. Her eyes lit up as her mouth curved into a wide smile. "Animal Crossing."

Jongho grinned as he put his coffee on the table. "Ah, Seonghwa hyung plays that all the time too, it must be fun if you're playing it as well," he smiled. Gayoung nodded and showed him her nicely decorated island. "That is really pretty, all the pink, it's very... cherry blossom vibe," he remarked. Gayoung nodded as she put her Switch away again.

''Thank you, I like playing cozy games like this, it calms me down, you know, after the chaos of a workday,'' she explained. Jongho nodded and finished his coffee. ''Oh, tell me about it, I am not one to complain about work but some days are the worst. I like to walk and take my mind of it, but it's hard sometimes, you know, to go out.''

His appealing voice fluttered her heart lightly, making her blush and look down. She pretended to fix her shoelace as she tried to calm herself before talking to him again, but Jongho was the first one to get up again. "Well, it was really nice talking to you, Gayoung, but I have to go back to my manager now. Let's talk again!"

Gayoung nodded, bowed and greeted him again before running into the nearest ladies room. She looked into the mirror and lightly patted her cheeks with her fingertips. "Why am I so red? Goodness," she muttered as she threw water in her face.

The cleaning lady suddenly walked in, startling her. "Oh, pardon me, I just came to clean," she excused herself. "Aigoo, are you not well? You're pale and your cheeks are red, take some medicine before working again, yes?"

''I will, ma'am.'' Gayoung fixed her hair and fixed her skirt. ''Oh, love sick perhaps?'' the woman asked, grinning. ''Lovesick is a big word,'' Gayoung smiled, ''just met a nice boy.'' 'Why am I telling the cleaning lady this?'

''Well, I hope it works out, kid.'' Gayoung smiled and thanked the lady properly before walking back to her media training class. She couldn't possibly focus on anything than Jongho's voice though. Or his big beautiful brown eyes, they looked nice too.

"Alright, let's get back to where we left off!"

♡

"I just cannot seem to get the right pitch, hyung," Wooyoung whined as he stood in the studio. They were recording the songs for their upcoming album but Wooyoung had been scolded for being all over the place. If he was a dog he would look down and walk with his tail between his legs.

Usually he doesn't lose his focus this quickly, he was fixated and attended to whatever he was doing, whether it was a choreo or his solo part in a song. But for the past week he could only think about the tension he felt between him and Evelyn.

He was sleeping terribly as all he thought of was her soft satin skin under his touch, she would be whining his name as he made her feel good. The smell of her coconutty hair and the shine it had made him wanna caress it, as she was on his knees for him.

Wooyoung was simply feeling incredibly horny and his thoughts were ruled by his penis. He swayed on his feet as his mind was again travelling to a place it shouldn't.

"Wooyoung, what is up with you man?" Hongjoong sighed, clicking on the record button again to stop it. "I have no idea, I am just distracted," he stammered. "He hasn't got laid in months, what do you expect," Mingi blurted out, making them laugh.

"Well, go get your dick sucked somewhere then because I need you to do these parts correctly," Hongjoong said as he rolled his eyes, gesturing him to come out of the studio, making Yeosang take his place.

As Yeosang sang his lines in the songs Wooyoung sat himself down with a cup of coffee that was way too sweet (the way he liked it). His restless body was now annoying Seonghwa, who sat next to him.

"Jesus, Wooyoung you cannot sit still for a second, can you?" He laughed, "can't you just call the girl you went out with last year?" Wooyoung sighed and shook his head. "I'm not doing that, she's got a boyfriend and I don't need someone to suck my dick, so shut up," he spat.

Seonghwa flicked his head at his disrespectful comment, but he knew Wooyoung didn't mean it in such way. "Well, whatever it is, sort it out," Yunho said, patting his back. "I will, I will, I just need to think it over."

''Okay, but seriously, what do you need to think over? Talk to us,'' San said, pouting. ''I can't, I can't'' Wooyoung refused, shaking his head. San sighed, feeling frustrated. He didn't deal well with a frustrated Wooyoung, especially when he wouldn't talk to him about what's going on. ''Kay, well, you know where to find me,'' he offered lastly. Wooyoung nodded, showing him a faint smile.

Now at least the guys thought it was an emotional problem instead of a sexual one, that made things a little easier. Except it was a sexual problem because right after ending the conversation his mind wandered back to Evelyn's skin. Evelyn's lips.

'God, I need help'

♡

The next day Jongho walked by one of the vocal practice studios. The door was cracked open, so he glanced inside to see who was singing his song so beautifully. The male peeked inside and saw only her back, but knew it was the lovely Gayoung.

She looked casual today, wearing simple black jeans and a beige sweater. Her hair was brushed back and held together with a black claw clip, holding onto her glossy locks. She sang his song with clear passion, bringing her entire body in and truly feeling the song, feeling the melody of the music. Jongho softly mouthed the famous line along with Gayoung.

"Eoseo da kkaeeona, unmyeongeul deryeowa, boy can't you see, deny your gravity,"

The way the words fell from her lips made Jongho lean against the wall and close his eyes, listening to the story her voice was telling. Her powerful voice reached his very core, bringing him goosebumps. It didn't happen that often that someone's voice made him feel such a thing. Or was it because the girl was so nice and beautiful? Nonetheless, Jongho was an appreciator of good vocals, he'd have to compliment the girl.

Jongho took a breath before knocking on the door as the song ended. He came in and to his surprise the girl was in there alone. Gayoung turned around and her cheeks turned into a rosy colour as her eyes scanned Jongho's body. 'The dark jeans and denim blouse look exceptionally good on him,' she thought to herself.

She quickly bowed and greeted him. "Did you hear me sing, sunbae?" Gayoung asked, her eyes big and twinkling. Jongho smiled, nodding as he walked further into the room after closing the door. There was a strange kind of tension in the room. 'Anxiety', Jongho guessed, 'meeting seniors can be scary.' He could tell by her posture she was nervous.

"I did, actually, the door was cracked open and I couldn't help but listen, your voice is absolutely beautiful, very powerful and melodious, your reach is great," Jongho answered, taking place on the silver stool next to the one the younger girl was sat on.

"Do you want to duet?" Jongho asked, startling both himself and Gayoung. She looked down as she smiled shyly, her eyelashes batting almost seductively. "I'd love that, sunbae," she nodded. Jongho grinned and nodded. "Let's not be so formal, it gets awkward. Call me oppa, Gayoung."

♡

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『 twenty-seventh: always, always 』

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content warnings: angst.

word count: 2k

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Rin tries his best.

It's not evident—unless it's people like Kana, or Osamu, or… he hopes, you.

But Rin, he wakes up with Kana's arm slung over his torso; it’s not an unfamiliar feeling, but it makes him uncomfortable—not in a physical way, but more in a: this feels wrong sort of way. From outside his window, the sky is still dark, but brighter than he hoped. His movements are dragged, limbs feeling abnormally heavy as he lifts himself off his bed and sits up, face falling to his palms and rubbing over them.

It's a pitiful sort of despair; he knows he fucked up and the worst part is how he couldn’t have done anything more. He runs simulations in his head of every other way it could've gone and he loses every single time.

He knows he's running out of time, that the guilt and the stupid amount of deprecation erupting in the pit of his stomach is eating at what little chance he has left.

So he turns to Kana, squeezes his eyes shut, and abruptly, he stands. He thinks about ‘Don’t leave me, Rin’ and ‘I love you, Rin’ while his heartstrings tug all the way to you. He thinks about you under the warm light on the table he’d reserved and his initial resting right against your chest hoping you’d keep him there, if you let him.

At five in the morning, Rin does something he’s never done before—he doesn’t keep his word—to Kana, of all people, because in her sleep, Rintarou leaves her.

His body moves in autopilot; when he finds himself at your door, he thinks about the question: ‘You’ll be mine, Rin?’ because he hates the way he’d ever let you have to ask.

Eyes downcast, he breathes out slowly, then rests his knuckles against your door.

He doesn’t know what time it is, but it should be late and you should be asleep. Still, he wants to be selfish for a little bit more, if he made it here almost out of his mind and already grieving a loss that hasn’t yet come, maybe he could wish it away. He always made it work before, by sheer luck or his efforts, against all odds. Maybe if he tried harder, promised better, he would get one more shot and get it right this time.

It’s all he needs; just one more chance.

That’s why he ignores the twist in his gut as he lifts his hand and lets his knuckles rap on the wood of your door. It’s five in the morning, and he’s offering his heart on the other side of it.

Somehow, the door swings open as if telling him: here it is, the chance you wanted. But there’s no relief when he shifts his gaze to see you. Your head turned to the side to avoid his eyes, to look at anything but him, and his throat tightens.

His lips part with hesitancy and he looks out of character. He's always been self-assured, but right in front of someone he's never wanted more—you—he falls apart.

"Hey,” if it comes out breathless, maybe he can blame the way he’d rush to be there with you—just like he should’ve a few hours before.

You purse your lips together, nodding timidly as you open the door wider for him.

It's intimidating, he thinks at the sound of your door shutting and still not knowing what to say. He stops right beside your couch; you stay a couple feet near the door. This time, you turn to face him; he takes you in—the exhausted look in your red-rimmed eyes, your cheeks slightly puffier and the way you're rubbing over your arm as if to soothe yourself.

If he felt awful before, he feels beyond gutted now.

"I'm sorry," he says.

The hurt inside you rises like a tide. I'm sorry becoming only salt to the wound. It's more taunting than it is comforting.

"For what?" For standing you up? For leading you on? For not being the one he wanted? For—

"For not making it," he answers.

But you hear: I'm sorry—for proving to you that it's always, always going to be Kana.

You squeeze your eyes shut, praying the tears away because hell, if you'd let him see you cry—but it doesn't help, instead of nothingness, all you see is his lips on her.

Rin stares back at you—you're all he ever wants and you're slipping from his fingertips before he can even have you. He looks at you with this hopeful look that makes you wonder if he even knows you've seen it already.

"Why didn't you?"

"I got caught up," he answers, as if it's all there is to say, so you stare at him, wait for him to say more—say anything. Anything that would change your mind.

But it’s too bad, he doesn’t know what to say. The words are caught in his throat and begging for some sort of relief. His apprehensiveness must’ve looked clear as day because he watches as your face falls like you’re bracing yourself for the worst. Carelessly, he starts, "Kana, she—"

"Kana," you echo back to him. "How'd you get caught up with Kana?"

You must've sounded so bitter, but her name leaves an awful taste in your mouth.

"It's nothing like that—"

He takes a step forward, instinctively. You take one back, instinctively. The tension in the room brims full and spills out, his breath caught in his throat.

"It's nothing like that," he repeats, "She was in danger, someone tried to attack her and if-if I wasn't there—"

You see it, the flash of guilt in the golden greens of his eyes as if he's reliving it. You wish it could be enough. He only saved the one person who mattered most to him, how could you fault him for that?

What was waiting in a restaurant all alone compared to being in the face of danger? It couldn't compare. It never could.

You hum before looking away from him again. His fingers twitch, wanting to come closer.

What a loser. He probably looked like such a loser right now, a sore fucking loser holding onto something he's clearly losing.

Every beat that passes, he hopes, falls beneath his favor. Even though he knows, with the way you can't even look at him, he's losing all over again.

"I can't," you finally say.

Rin's legs feel like jelly from underneath him. Your voice had been barely above a whisper and yet he feels as if the wind has been knocked out of his lungs completely. But he hates the way you face him again as his face crumples, his eyebrows twitching to furrow together and his hand forming a fist, attempting to retain his composure.

He watches you exhale, huffing a laugh at the helpless relationship now shattered in between the both of you. Right where you stood, love felt like a battlefield. He blinks, over and over, and this time it’s him avoiding your gaze—but you see it, the way his own lips press into a thin line and trembles a little as the light of your apartment shines over his watering eyes.

"I just—" your voice cracks, the corners of your lips trembling into a frown you're fighting away, "Was I the farthest thing from your mind that you couldn't even text me that you can't make it?"

"No," he interrupts, "No—fuck, no. I thought about you, the whole time. I just‐it was too much."

You bite on your lower lip, begging the tears not to fall over. Sucking in a breath, throwing your head back, you exhale.

“Yeah,” you breathe. Every moment you try to look at him, you break. To see him in front of you, from this distance and knowing you want more, more, more.

Knowing you wanted something that was meant for someone else.

“Yeah,” you repeat. “You’re right. It’s too much.”

He still has that stupid expression in his face that lets you know he’s about to cry—that with every ounce of him, he regrets that he’s with you like this.

Rin tries his best—but like this with you, seeing the way you’re hurting all laid out for him, he knows his best can only do so much. Even if he gets to find the words to say or what promises he has to make; he can’t bring it in himself to give it to you right now, when it’s probably the last thing you want.

So for once in his life, Rin doesn’t try his best. He doesn’t insist on getting what he wants.

“Rin… I’m sorry,” you start, your heavy breathing halted by a sigh, loud and exhausted. Still, you drag your gaze back into the same pair of eyes tearing at your heart. Your voice trembles when you speak, “But I have to ask… Do you-do you love me at all?”

Rin sucks in a breath, parts his lips—and for the first time in a long time, he looks completely out of place inside your apartment; you try to blink away the tears welling your eyes, “Because Rintarō, I love you—more than should, probably more than I’m allowed to,” but it’s futile and your tears are falling.

Yes, he thinks. Yet as he begins to speak, there's a banging on your door—like a film put on replay, Kana stood outside your apartment calling for him.

It's not Rintarou who makes the decision this time though. You open the door yourself and Kana strides in without a second thought.

"You promised you wouldn't leave," is the first thing she tells him, voice full of betrayal.

All he sees is you. Your eyes are on him with a blank expression and at the sound of your voice, he crumbles.

"Go."

Your head nods out the still open door.

He shakes his head, “YN,” he pleads, finally nearing you—only to be stopped by the tug on his wrist, Kana stares up at him.

“You promised, Rin. You promised it’s always, always going to be me,” each word stuck like shards digging into your skin, a sob escaping you.

“It’s not like that, Kana. You know that—”

Her grip on his wrist tightens, “But you promised! And you left, right when I needed you most!” She scoffs, turning to you, “I’m so tired of this! Ever since she came, it’s like I completely lost my best friend so just choose, Rin: her or me.”

“Kana—”

“He doesn’t have to do that,” you interrupt. “Choose her,” you say, staring back at Kana. “God knows she needs it more than anyone.”

Choose her—because god knows he will. You didn't have to hear it anymore. It's always been this way, it was Kana and Rin against the world. You were just an obstacle.

His eyebrows furrow, confused, “No.”

“You left me, Rin. Again. For her.” She nags at his side, you almost fold, almost change your mind because you know, still, he deserved more than this. “So choose, or I’m done.”

Rin turns to you, asking for something only you could give; an answer, some sort of thread he could hang on to somehow, yet the only thing you give him is the shake of your head.

"Choose her, Rintarou. I can't do this anymore," you swallow a lump in your throat, "I don't wanna be a part of this."

He looks so defeated, it’s the image of his pretty face that looks like he’s been exhausted of everything he’s ever had that burns in the back of your head when you finally look away.

You’ve given up—you loved him under the rain with his lips on yours and on the seat of table nineteen at that restaurant he never found you in. You loved him then and you’re probably going to love him all the time. That was enough. You’ve given up, so he wonders why he’s still there hoping you’d ask him again, you won’t leave me, right? and he’d answer: no, never.

“Please leave,” is what you say instead, and even though he feels sick to his stomach, he nods, letting his head fall.

But Kana stops him, again. “No,” she forces, “Say it, Rin. Choose.”

“Stop,” he pleads.

She shakes her head and presses, says it like an ultimatum or a threat, you're not sure what's worse. “Choose.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, heart breaking along with yours. “You, Kana. You.”

And then they’re out of the other side of your door, right where he offered his heart to you.

#suna x reader #suna smau #haikyuu angst #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #suna angst #suna rintarou #suna rintarou smau #!! as friends

[waka-chan-out]

Ok concept/request, you're riding Iwaizumi in the Aoba Johsai locker room and Oikawa walks in on you two and you feel like everything is about to get really awkward, but then Iwaizumi asks if he could join in?

(I ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ your stuff so much btw!!!!!!!)

Cool Down

i am OBSESSED with this idea. y’all know how much i like writing multiple characters, huh? 👀 sorry for taking so long on this but thank you for sending in a request! i’m flattered you like my content baby i hope you’re doing well

i exclusively write post-timeskip characters so i’m going to change this to argentina national team oikawa and athletic trainer iwaizumi if that’s alright :) but the concept shall remain the same.

word count: 2k

content warnings: she/her afab reader, established relationship, threesome, oral (m. receiving), double penetration, “sir,” “good girl,” LOTS of pet names, ass play, very low risk public sex, light teasing, light dacryphilia, creampie

You could still hear players shuffling out of the arena from the locker room. Tooru had told his team not to wait up, that he was going to stay and catch up with old friends. Instead, he had pulled you into his team’s deserted locker room and pushed you against the cool concrete wall, too hyped up from his game to even manage a shower.

Somehow that made it even hotter as you tangled your fingers in his lovely blue jersey, holding on as tight as you could as you shifted up and down in his lap.

His breath rushed heavy into your ear, face screwed up in pleasure and pressed into the crook of your neck. Both of you were so wrapped up in each other that the ability to speak was stripped away entirely, leaving behind pants and groans and the occasional high pitched moan.

Your brains and bodies were occupied, and that made it impossible to hear the locker room door clunk open and the heavy footsteps approach the back row of lockers.

“Oikawa.”

The voice fell like a bucket of cold water. You couldn’t run, so you clapped your hands over your face and buried into Tooru’s shoulder. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Tooru turned around, an exhausted smile on his face.

“Iwa-chan.” He let out a cough, unable to catch his breath. “Thought you would’ve gone home by now.”

“I figured you’d pull something like this.”

“But you won’t tell, will you? Because you’re our good little Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi’s face screwed up in disgust.

“I wasn’t going to tell as long as you were in a generous mood.”

You perked up.

“What?” you asked. Iwaizumi crossed his arms.

“Shitty-kawa needs to learn how to share if he’s going to make a mess in our locker rooms.”

Your eyes grew wide and Tooru laughed.

“I don’t know whether to take you seriously or not, Iwa-chan.”

“I could just report you.”

“I didn’t say no, but I’m not the one you have to ask.”

They both turned to face you and your mouth grew dry.

Scanning Iwaizumi’s body, you couldn’t say you’d never thought about it. The few times you had met Tooru’s Iwa-chan in person he had such a presence around him. No matter how out of control Tooru got, Iwaizumi held the reigns, able to shut situations down in only a few words. Not only that, he was almost infuriatingly good looking. His uniform polo looked uncomfortably tight around his chest and biceps, and that’s not even mentioning the way his legs fit into his dress pants.

You wanted his arms around you. Immediately.

“Does the door lock?” you asked. Tooru grinned.

“I knew you were fun,” he said, pressing kisses to your neck. Iwaizumi’s lips curled into a smile and he disappeared for a moment. You heard an echoey click and he returned, already pulling his belt out of its loops. Tooru laughed again.

“Cocky, Iwa-chan. At least get them warmed up first.”

Iwaizumi approached you, continuing to undo his slacks.

“I think you’ve already taken care of that,” he muttered, pushing down on Oikawa’s shoulder so he would laid down on the bench. Iwaizumi leaned down and pressed a gentle but warm kiss on your lips.

“You’ll be good for me, right?” he whispered as he pulled down the front of his briefs. You grinned and tugged him closer by the belt loop.

“Yes.” You punctuated the word by wrapping your lips around him. He was slightly shorter than Oikawa but significantly thicker. You looked up at him and took him as far into your mouth as you could.

“Shit,” he breathed, cupping your chin and running a thumb over your cheek. “What did you do to bag this one?”

Oikawa laughed and laced his fingers behind his head.

“I’m very charming, Iwa-chan. You should know that by now.”

You smiled as much as you could with Iwaizumi’s weight still in your mouth. He looked down at you and combed your hair out of your face.

“Wanna make him shut up for me?” he asked. You became keenly aware of the fact that Tooru was still inside of you and circled your hips. He hissed and tipped his head back against the bench.

“Mean, Iwa-chan,” he gasped. You continued a steady rock in his lap and he let out small, sharp breaths, trying to remain composed as he watched your eyes focus on Iwaizumi’s. “Don’t push her head,” he warned. “She doesn’t like that.”

“Yeah?” Iwaizumi said. His hand cupped your face, gently following your movement as your head dipped and pulled back. “You don’t like when he shows you what to do, huh? What if I show you what to do? Will you let me?”

He pulled you off of him, gently swiping at your lip to clean your face. He pushed his index and middle past into your lips, dragging them over your tongue. You closed your eyes at the feeling and you heard him let out a content laugh.

“That’s my girl. Why don’t you bend over for me?”

You quickly leaned forward so you were laying on Tooru’s chest.

“You really are an obedient little thing, aren’t you?” he said, running a hand through your hair. “Why don’t you behave this way with me, hm?”

“Because you don’t command any respect,” Iwaizumi grumbled. He ran his hands over your ass then down, circling your entrance. You gasped and held Tooru tighter.

“Don’t act so shy,” he said through a laugh. “You’ve done that before and you know you like it.”

“Oh? Is that true?” Iwaizumi asked. You nodded, but he ran his hand over the back of your neck and tugged your hair lightly. “Words, darling.”

“Yes,” you stammered. He chuckled and unceremoniously pushed a finger inside of you. You let out a choked moan and pressed your face further against Tooru’s chest.

“Aw, Iwa-chan, be nice.”

“I am being nice. Feels good, doesn’t it doll?”

“Y—” You paused as Tooru leaned up to your ear.

“Call him sir. He’ll lose it.”

Iwaizumi landed a quick smack on your ass and pushed in another finger.

“What did I say about your words? Does it feel good?”

“Yes, sir.” The words were rushed, nervous. You were sure Iwaizumi could hear the hesitation in your voice, but the low groan that left him was assurance enough.

“Oh, fuck. What a good girl.” You could hear him readjusting his pants and gasped when he pressed up against you from behind. “You gonna be good and take all of me? I know you can do it.” You hummed as he started pushing forward.

“Yes, sir.”

He laughed aloud and continued to slowly sheath himself inside of you. He was going agonizingly slow, and though you knew you needed time to adjust, all you wanted was more.

“That’s right, baby. Take him like you take me,” Tooru said, running his hands over your waist. “I’m still better, though. Right?” Iwaizumi finally bottomed out inside of you and you let out a short, strangled sound, pressing your forehead against Tooru’s. “See? You’ve sent her right back into my arms.”

“We’ll see about that.” Iwaizumi pulled back slowly, dragging a shocked gasp from your throat. “You can’t fill her up like this. Right, sweetheart? Tell me how full you are.”

“So full,” you groaned. As his hips pushed forward again you mumbled, “please.” His laugh was even louder this time.

“Please what? Come on.”

“Please fuck me, Iwa.”

“I think that’s what I’m doing right now. You asking for more?” He moved his hips quickly once and you moaned.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.” You leaned up and looked Tooru in the eye. “Yes, Hajime. Please fuck me harder.” His eyebrow raised and a smirk pulled at his lips.

“Oh, fuck.” Iwaizumi’s voice rumbled in his chest as he gripped your hips, snapping them against you hard and fast.

“Look at you, doll.” Tooru purred. “Taking his cock when I’m still inside of you. You that desperate? You want me to fuck you too?”

You nodded, face screwed up in a wince as Iwaizumi found a perfect angle inside of you.

“No sir for me? Greedy little thing. I guess you can have my cock. Next time you’ll have to beg.” He joined Iwaizumi in holding your hips, lifting them slightly off of him so he could gain leverage. Then he began slowly moving, cock dragging inside of you and, oh fuck, did it feel good to have both of them pushing inside of you. Tooru quickly build up his pace to match Iwaizumi’s, each of them thrusting into you at the same time. The feeling was overwhelming and quickly brought a sob to your lips.

“Aw, baby don’t cry. You were so ready for us. What happened?”

“Don’t be mean, Oikawa. She’s taking it well.”

“Sure, Iwa-chan, but she doesn’t seem very grateful, does she?” He grabbed your chin and brought your face up to look at him. “Say thank you.”

You choked on a moan as Tooru halted mid-thrust, pushing right up against where you wanted him most.

“Thank you,” you murmured. Tooru laughed.

“Come on, princess, Iwa-chan couldn’t hear you. Say it so he can hear it.”

“Thank you, Hajime.”

Iwaizumi let out a strained laugh but said nothing, too focused on the rock of his hips.

“Now me,” Tooru purred. There was a delicious glint in his eye. You couldn’t decide whether it was frightening or devastatingly sexy. “Say thank you, Tooru. Thank you for fucking you so well and letting my Iwa-chan have his way with you.”

“Thank you, Tooru,” you gasped. “For everything. Please.” You leaned forward and captured his lips. His eyes widened before settling into a smug expression.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum soon,” Iwaizumi said. Tooru broke your kiss.

“Not inside,” he warned. Iwaizumi scoffed.

Tooru seemed to realize that he was close as well, face screwing up and hips moving more erratically.

“Are you going to cum with us, princess? Make a mess all over our cocks?” You whimpered and buried your face into his neck. “I think that’s a yes, Iwa-chan. Just wait. She’s so pretty when she cums.”

“Tooru, please,” you begged, but you didn’t know what for. You were climbing fast, body giving in completely to the feeling of the two men inside of you. You felt so good and so full you almost couldn’t stand it.

“Be nice, Oikawa. Let her cum first.” Iwaizumi’s voice was strained.

“Won’t be too long, Iwa-chan. Just look at her.”

You were so close. You could almost taste the orgasm about to rack your body, more overwhelming than ever due to the second man buried inside of you.

“Please,” you begged, but you didn’t know who you were begging to. “Please, let me cum.”

“Let go, baby. We’ve got you,” Tooru said, staring past you at Iwaizumi. Your body locked up and you let out a small sobbing noise, tightening your grip on Tooru’s jersey. Your body shook and the men seemed to follow soon after you. Tooru mumbled a small flurry of “that’s it”s before holding your hips tight and spilling inside of you. Iwaizumi let out a long groan, continuing a slow slide in and out of you. Despite Tooru’s warning, Iwaizumi’s hips remained flush against your ass as he groaned through his orgasm, making you feel lightheaded but forcing a scowl onto Tooru’s face.

You all lay there panting for a moment, unsure of how and when to move. Your entire body was buzzing. The slightest movement forced a gasp, and a long hiss left your lips as Iwaizumi withdrew.

“Iwa-chan, what did I tell you?” Tooru said, but there was no fight in his voice. He sounded exhausted. Iwaizumi didn’t respond. He tucked himself back into his pants and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and rubbing your arm. He stared at you for a moment longer before smirking.

“Make sure you stretch before you leave, Oikawa. You missed the cool down at the end of the game.”

Then he turned on his heels and left the locker room, leaving you and Oikawa alone with the echoes of what you had just done.

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[literallymitch]

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 || 𝐃.𝐃

requested: no

summary: the first part of the reputation series in which the reader first meets Damiano

pairing: Damiano David x famous!reader

word count: 2k

what kind of content: fluff

warnings: drinking

passages written in cursive are flashbacks

some of the lyrics were changed so they would fit the story

Please don’t steal any of my conten and release it elsewhere. Also all of this is fiction. I don’t know these people in real life nor do I know how they act

a/n I I hope you all enjoy this one, as much as I do. I’m so excited about this series jdhidcuheu. What song do you guys think is next? As always please keep in mind english is not my first language. I’m super happy about feedback!!

With a buzzing head I woke up. I shouldn’t have drank so much yesterday. Feeling the after effects of the alcohol I consumed yesterday, I looked at the sleeping figure next to me. A gorgeous man with brown hair and tattoos that fitted him perfectly. I smiled to myself, knowing he was the reason I probably drank a little too much yesterday. There was no way I would have found the courage to actually talk to him otherwise. He looked like an angel sleeping so peacefully in my queen-sized bed. As I looked at his sleeping figure, an idea popped into my head. I grabbed my notebook and went to my balcony that was connected to my bedroom. Looking at him one last time through the huge window in front of me. I opened my notebook and started writing down some lyrics in memory of last night.

You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong

“We wanted to start working on our next album soon too.” , the gorgeous man in front of me said with an Italian accent.

After a few drinks I was finally talking to him. I was too busy taking in his beauty that I didn’t really listen  to what he just said to me. All of a sudden, I started giggling.

“You know, your accent is so funny, I love it. Like the way you pronounce some words? Hilarious”.

“Thanks, I guess?”

I cringed a little thinking about this specific moment. If he knew the only reason I was making a fool out of myself in front of him was his magnificent appearance, he would take it as a compliment. He probably already knew that was the reason. How could he not know? It’s not like he has never looked in a mirror. Also, there is no way, I am the first person that had to suffer from his magnetic self. By now he should know what his whole existence is doing to people.

And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us He's in the club doing, I don't know what You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

“Shouldn’t your boyfriend be here as well?” the beautiful Italian boy asked.

“My wha- Oh you mean Andre? He isn’t my boyfriend. The media just made that up after we went out once, and I was caught at two of his games. We haven't talked in months. He’s probably at some club right now, annoying some poor girl.”

At that moment I thought I’ve seen a small smile appear on his face. He then just turned to the bar tender, ordering another beer. God, how could he just keep his cool like this the whole night. Usually it was the other way around. People would stand drunk in front of me trying to make a move, while I just stood there unimpressed. He really made me feel like an insecure fourteen-year-old girl again, and I hated him for that

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine You've ruined my life, by not being mine

“The sunset is really beautiful today” Damiano stated sipping on his glass of Whisky. I nodded in agreement while I ate a grape from the vine that was placed on the bar counter.

The bar were at was on top of a small mountain somewhere outside Rome. From there we had a great view over the whole city of Rome and how the sun met the city's skyline. It really was beautiful, still it was nothing compared to him. I wish he would’ve been mine, so I could’ve rested my head on his shoulder right there and then, but he wasn’t.

You should take it as a compliment That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)

“I’m glad we’re finally getting a chance to talk after you talked to, well, everyone else at this bar except me.”, the handsome man called me out while he sat down next to me.”

Feeling a bit caught, I just gave him an awkward smile. I tried to come up  with a reasonable excuse, that was less embarrassing than ‘Yeah sorry about that, I was just too scared to talk to you because you look like you’re straight out of my dreams.’

“I’m really sorry about that! It was just that every time I was done talking to someone, the next person already stood behind me wanting to talk.” I lied.

“It’s alright. I guess that's what happens when you’re a world-famous singer.”

And you should think about the consequence Of you touching my hand in the darkened room

It was now 11pm and the sky outside was completely dark. The lights in the bar were also dimmed a bit, creating a cozy atmosphere. Damiano and I were in the middle of our conversation, as he accidentally grabbed my hand, that was resting on the bar counter, instead of his drink. It felt like an electric shock. An electric shock that woke up the butterflies inside my body. My hand started to tingle, and I’m pretty I was full on blushing now.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her But if you're single that's honestly worse 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

“So do you have a girlfriend?”,  at this point I was so drunk I didn’t even care how this question came across anymore.

I was pretty sure he in fact had a girlfriend, I mean how could he not looking like this?

“No I don’t.” Thank god. “It’s kinda hard building up a real relationship with someone when you're always busy, but I guess you can tell me a thing or two about it too.”

Oh, yes, I could. Still I would drop everything I was doing right now,  just to be with him.

Chocolate brown eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die

Just as my confidence made a small comeback, I made the mistake to directly look into Damianos beautiful brown eyes. There really wasn’t a single thing about him that wasn’t extremely beautiful. I started to feel a bit dizzy as a wave of heat rushed through my body. What is this man doing to me?

Just thinking about it again made my heart beat three times faster.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

For like the million time this evening, he made a laugh. Great, so he wasn’t just incredibly handsome, but also extremely funny. I didn’t realize how happy I was in his presence until I remembered he wasn’t mine. Suddenly I felt kind of sad, thinking about how I maybe would never see him again after tonight. I just wanted to grab his hand and run away with him. Somewhere I could be alone with him. Somewhere he would be only mine.

Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats Alone, unless you wanna come along

I looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall behind the bar tender. I was shocked when I realized it was already midnight. There was no way we’ve been talking for like three hours now. I scanned the room for my friends, I went here with in the first place.

“Looking for someone specific?” Damiano asked, now also looking in the direction I was looking in.

“Just my friends, but it seems like they already went home. I’ll check if they texted me” I picked up my phone, checking if I had a message from my friends.

‘Hi babe, we already went home, we were kinda tired. Have fun talking to handsome stranger. You better tell us everything tomorrow ;)’

“Did they text you?”

“Yes, my friend texted me that they already went home. Guess I’ll have to go home alone then. At least my cats are waiting for me.” I stood up and tried to make my way over to the wardrobe to get my coat. Unfortunately I forgot how drunk I actually and almost tripped as I tried to walk. Alcohol and heels really are not a good combo. Thankfully Damiano grabbed my arm helping me to stabilize myself.

“You’re sure, you’ll make it home alone?”

“Yes, I am a big girl. Unless you wanna come along.” I said with a cheeky grin on my face.

Damiano left out a soft chuckle. He paid for our drinks and then accompanied me on my way back home.

“It’s already pretty late, if you want to, you can stay over.” I told him after he brought me up to my bedroom.

“That would be nice, thanks.”

After I got myself ready for bed, I basically fell into my cozy bed, cuddling myself up in my soft sheet.

“You mind telling me where your guestroom is before falling asleep?” the Italian boy asked with an amused look on his face.

“Mmh, I don’t know. Just sleep here, it's fine.” I answered him, already half asleep.

After that, I probably fell asleep, since I don’t remember anything else that happened.

You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face (to your face) 'Cause look at your face

“Good morning.” I heard a raspy voice say.

I looked up from my notebook and came face to face with Damiano gorgeous figure. His hair was messy, and he still looked a bit sleepy. Since he just wore a pair of boxer shorts, I could finally see all the tattoos that covered his upper body. All of a sudden I felt the same way as I did last night when I saw him for the first time. The words were stuck in my throat and I felt the anxiety build up in my body. How does he manage to make me feel this way by just existing?

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” I somehow managed to say.

“Yes I did thank you. What are you doing?” he asked me curiously as he sat down on the garden chair next to me.

“I’m just writing a song. The idea came to mind when I woke up.”

“Not gonna lie, it’s pretty impressive that you’re able to write a song now after you could barely walk yesterday.” a small laugh left his mouth. “Can I see it?”

“No, it’s kinda awful. I’m to hungover to write something good now. I just wanted to write the idea down.” I lied,  I actually really liked the stuff I wrote so far, but he would probably think I’m a freak when he found out I wrote a song about after knowing him for a day.

“Can you at least tell me what it is about?”

“So you can steal my brilliant idea? No, thanks.” we both started laughing. “I can offer you breakfast though”

“I’m fine with that too” he said flashing me his beautiful smile

And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous

We were now sitting on my roof garden eating breakfast. Damiano told me some things about his life and what interests he had. As he did, so I looked at him in awe. I really started crushing on him as he continued to talked about his last tour with a huge smile on his face. I hated it that I was practically on my knees for him already, but how could I not? He’s perfect.

“I could really get used to this, you know?” he said out of nowhere.

“Me too.” I responded, not really questioning what he meant.

I also didn’t care as long as it involved us spending time together. I would make him mine no matter what.

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[weasleylangs]

opposites attract - f.w.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Hufflepuff Fem!Reader Summary: The quiet, Hufflepuff bookworm has captured the heart of the mischievous Gryffindor.  Warnings: none! Word Count: 2k

A/N: For the anon that asked for Fred with a Hufflepuff reader who he’s uncharacteristically sweet for! I’m sorry it took so long, I hope you (and everyone else who reads it) enjoys it!! 

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Y/N sits in charms, completely zoned out. Charms was always her best subject and she was luckily one of those ‘never study, always pass’ students. The same could not be said about her boyfriend, however, who was sitting across the room trying to tickle his best friend with his quill and distract him.

Y/N and Fred were an unusual couple, and no one understood how the shy Hufflepuff girl managed to catch the mischievous Gryffindor’s attention. Fred’s idea of a good time was turning the corridor into a swamp or roughhousing during quidditch practise whilst Y/N’s was curled up in front of a fire, a nice book in her hand. But no one questioned it, because somehow they made it work.

Fred caught her eye and winked. They’ve been dating for six months now and he never gets tired from the shy look on her face when he looks at her. She shakes her head, hiding behind her hair and turning her attention back to Flitwick as he drones on about their assignment. 

When the bell rings, signalling next period, Fred’s across the room in no time. Y/N has her head down, grabbing her notebook and quill when Fred snatched them out of her hand whilst simultaneously grabbing her bag from the floor. “I’ll carry them for you, love,” he said, smiling.

This wasn’t unusual behaviour. Before the couple got together, everyone always thought Fred was a flirt and was hooking up with different people every weekend, and whilst they were right at the time, Fred is absolutely whipped for his badger girlfriend and hasn’t even looked at another girl since their first date. He’s always wanting to carry her books or he’s slinging an arm around her shoulder.

She has him wrapped around her finger and he couldn’t care less.

“You don’t have to do that, Freddie. You know my bag is heavy,” she says trying to grab the bag from him. Fred only takes three classes, considering the three O.W.L’s he received in their fifth year, meaning sometimes he only has one class a day. However, Y/N managed to receive ten, only failing History of Magic (‘Who fucking cares?’ was everyone’s response), resulting in her having multiple classes a day and therefore a very heavy bag. 

Fred, of course, shrugs it off, “I’m a beater, darling. Nice and strong. I can barely tell that you have five textbooks in here,” he says as he winks and causes Y/N’s face to heat up as she swats him on the chest. “I’m just saying you don’t have too, I can carry my own bag,” she pouts. While she knows Fred is more than happy to lug her bag around, she hates the idea that he’s only doing it out of obligation to be a ‘good boyfriend’. 

These insecurities aren’t new. She hears what people say about them and it doesn’t bother her for the most part. Just there’s only so many times she can handle people she’s not even friends with talking about how ‘Y/N isn’t right for Fred’. 

“You have potions now, yes?” Fred asks, pulling Y/N out of her worries as she follows Fred through the corridors. That’s another thing she never expected, Fred learnt her timetable when they started dating so he could always walk her to class. “I do, Freddie. You have a free right, are you spending it with George and Lee?” 

Fred nods, “I sure am, we’re meeting in the One-Eyed Witch passage to pop down to Honeydukes too, you need anything?” Y/N frowns at this. “Freddie, that passage is on the third floor on the other side of the school. You don’t have to walk me to potions,” she tries to grab her bag from him again and he shakes his head.

“Darling, what part of ‘I want to do this’ do you not understand?” While his tone is sharp, he’s not angry. Y/N doesn’t think she’s ever seen Fred this serious, a glint of cheekiness is always present in his eyes but right now, he looks about as serious as Snape when talking about proper cauldron care. 

“I just don’t want to keep you from the boys,” she whispers, tugging at the sleeves of her robes. They stop walking, and Fred drags her body into a hug. “The boys are fine waiting, now do you want anything from Honeydukes.” 

She falters for a second, just enjoying being in his presence. Despite the short amount of time they’ve been dating, Y/N knows what she feels for him is love and she can only hope the tall ginger boy feels the same way in return. His embrace can only be described as comfort, all Y/N’s worries rushing away as his familiar scent of firewood and cinnamon fills her senses.

“Some sugar quills, please,” she mumbles into his robes. “Anything for you,” he replies, pulling away and grabbing her hand. “C’mon, you’re going to be late for potions.” 

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It’s after dinner by the time Y/N catches Fred again. She’s walking out of the Great Hall when she feels her robes get tugged on and she almost falls over. 

“Hi,” Fred says, “some sugar quills for my sugar quill.” 

Y/N cringes at the cheesy nickname as she thanks him, popping the sweets into her robe pockets, “What are your plans for tonight?” Fred shrugs, more quiet than usual as he plays with Y/N’s fingers. “Nothing, I was… I was wondering if I can come and hang in the Hufflepuff common room with you?” 

He’s shy and Y/N almost coos at it. Fred ‘no filter when he speaks’ Weasley is blushing as he asks his girlfriend to spend some time with her in her house common room, this is a once in a lifetime happening. 

“Of course, Freddie. Any reason why?” It’s not that she doesn’t want him spending time with her. But Fred’s never expressed an interest in spending the night in, rather opting to terrorise Filch or another teacher after dinner.

“You like spending your evenings reading in front of the fire. I feel like I’ve barely seen you today,” he whispers. At this, she decides not to torture the poor boy any further and grabs his hand. “C’mon,” 

They arrive at the common room in no time, no one batting an eye at the Gryffindor waltzing into the common room where he doesn’t belong. In fact, he gets quite a few “Hi Fred’s!” from people in their year. He’s always been popular and well known, so of course, the house of kindness is happy to have him.

“I’m going to run up to my dorm and change, are you sure you’re okay?” Fred nods, sitting himself down on the soft yellow chair in front of the fire. It’s Y/N’s favourite chair to read in and Fred knows it. “Sure am, hurry back before I freeze to death.”

Y/N speed changes, switching out her uniform for some sweatpants, one of Fred’s old jumpers and her favourite fuzzy sock. While she’s up there, she grabs a spare sweater she’s stolen from Fred for him to change into and her copy of ‘Frankenstein’ from her nightstand and rushes back downstairs and straight into Fred’s lap. “Hi,” she whispers, kissing him on the cheek. 

Fred hums a hello as he settles into the soft pillows of the couch. Y/N perches herself next to him, slinging her legs across his lap with her back against the arm rest. “What’s it about?” Fred asks, gesturing to the book she’s just opened. He knows Y/N’s love for muggle books and he loves hearing her talk about them, even though he never understands. “A scientist who creates a ‘monster’ through experiments… It’s one of my favourites.” 

She waves the book in Fred’s face and sure enough, the sticky notes and the plastic tabs are sticking out, referencing all her favourite parts. “It sounds cool, can I read it after you?” 

Y/N is shy about this. Books are very important to her and she feels her sticky notes and writing in the margins are her deepest thoughts, a peep into her soul. But the boy in front of her owns her heart, every single part of it, and she decided then and there, she wants to share every part of herself with him. “Sure, but you have to promise to not judge my notes.” 

He could never, the Hufflepuff girl in his lap turns his heart to mush no matter how much he tries to hide it and he can’t even imagine hurting her. He holds his pinky out, “I promise,” he says as she hooks her own with his and he presses a kiss to her forehead. 

They sit in silence for a while. Fred starts conversing with members of the Hufflepuff quidditch team (“We’re going to crush you next week, Kirke” she hears Fred say at one point and she has to nudge him with her knee to not start a brawl in the common room) while Y/N reads. At one point, her hand ends up in Fred’s hair, playing with the short strands at the nape of his neck. 

When she does this, Fred leans into her touch and his eyes flicker shut for only a second. She thinks she’s finally found a way to quiet him down and she makes a mental note to play with his hair next time she wants to get some reading done. 

The time starts to near 10pm as Y/N starts yawning, and as much as Fred would love to stay, he knows he’ll have enough trouble getting back to Gryffindor tower without George, Lee and their trusty Mauraders Map. “I should probably get going, darling,” Fred mutters after a while and when he looks at his girlfriend, she’s pouting.

“I wish you could stay,” she says and when Fred cocks his eyebrow she laughs, “not like that, you git!” 

She quickly stands, pulling Fred’s gangly body up from the couch and into her arms. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, we have double Defence,” Fred says laughing and she feels his chest rumble with laughter. “Too long,” she mumbles in reply. When Y/N gets tired, she gets clingy which was one of the earliest things Fred ever learnt about her. It’s always one of the cutest things about her.

He walks to the portrait hole, his small girlfriend clinging to his body and he presses a soft kiss to her hairline before detaching her. “Darling, I have to go.”

He feels terrible. He knows she isn’t being clingy to make him feel bad, she genuinely just wants to spend time with him. She yawns again, eyes scrunched closed as she stretches her arms that somehow end up wrapped back around his waist. 

“Okay, you can go,” she gives him one final squeeze before letting him go and looking up at him and before Fred can stop himself the words are slipping out.

“I love you.” 

This wakes her up immediately and her eyes are wide as she looks at him, “R-really?” 

Fred was going to pretend he never said it, worried it was both too early and that she didn’t feel the same way. But the way she’s looking at him, glints of happiness in her eyes and the biggest smile he’s ever seen on her face he knows now is the right time.

“I do, I love you.” 

She jumps on him again, pressing her lips to his. Her lips are soft against his, they always are and the kiss is filled with love and adoration. Neither of them is aware of how long they stand there, embraced in each other’s arms until they’re barely kissing anymore, their smiles too wide. 

“I love you too, Freddie. I love you more,” she says, full seriousness in her face. “Oh love, you won’t win this argument.” He presses a kiss to her lips again before slinking out of the portrait hole, leaving Y/N standing with her fingers pressed to her lips smiling. 

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[ranhaitanisgf]

Can I please have Angry with “girl/boy next door” and “watching the sunset together”. So they live in apartments right next to each other. And they stand on the balcony to watch the sunset and see the other person on the other balcony nearby. Then they talk to each other and make it a habit to watch the sunset together. I hope this isn’t too confusing. Thanks 🙏.

— souya (angry) kawata // girl/boy next door // watching the sunset together

[𖤐] hello myls! i was able to type this up between study sessions, so i wanted to post it as an apology for not having any time to write :,) we're actually almost at 3k, but there will be no event since i am still writing things from my 2k event ! (help me :,) ) i hope you all enjoy this in the interim <;3

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it was relaxing, at most times.

watching a myriad of colors paint itself across the sky, burning hot, yet somehow also cool enough to douse the fire of thoughts running around in your head.

the colors would then dim down into the night, always leaving you feeling better and more clearheaded than you had started.

yet, even as the chill of the fall wind ate away at your body, your mind was still unable to douse its thoughts, leaving you feeling a bit troubled.

it was hard to place a finger on what you were troubled about; it was only some vague idea that you still had yet to put into words. maybe you were still trying to figure it out when he has called out to you that day.

“are…are you alright?”

“huh?”

turning your head to the side, you saw a boy standing on the balcony next to you, looking at you with a rather…angry look on his face, (how was his facial expression so diffferent from the concern that had been laced in his voice before?).

taking a bit of a closer look though, despite the expression on his face, you could now tell that there was a bit of concern in his face, although maybe not evident at first glance.

“um…” realizing you had been staring, you looked over to the side, a bit embarrassed that you had been staring at him so openly.

“sorry. but um, yes, im alright,”

“it…seemed like there was something on your mind. you can tell me if you want to.”

it was from then on that you started to become friends with the boy who lived next door to you. everyday, without fail, the two of you would watch the sunset from your balconies and talk, (although it was mostly you, since he didn’t seem to be much of a talker).

in the days after your first meeting with him, you learned that his name is souya kawata, and that his nickname was angry because of the expression that seemed to naturally make its way into his face.

you also learned that he had a twin brother, nahoya, who was nicknamed smiley, and that together they were a part of the tokyo manji gang. it had definitely come as a surprise that somebody who was as nice and quiet as he was was a part of a gang, but hey, who were you to judge?

and so, your friendship with souya continued to blossom beautifully.

he really was a great listener, always nodding and listening carefully to you rant on about whatever it was that was plaguing your mind. even when you didn’t feel like talking, the two of you would just standing on your balconies and not say a word. it was never awkward for some reason; it was always natural.

however, it was hard to ignore your growing feelings. you knew perfectly well what it was; the way your heart would skip a beat every time you looked at him, the way you would always sneak glances at him when he wasn’t looking, the way he made you feel.

nothing you could do about it though, so better to just let it go.

“hey, you mind if i join you over there instead?” you grinned at him when he hesitantly shook his head no, probably expecting for you to go around through the door.

when you started to climb over the railing of your balcony, he immediately called your name, rushing over to try to stop you.

“oh chill out, i’ve done this a million-!”

even thinking back on it, you’re not really sure how you slipped.

it wasn’t a lie that you had done it a million times; your best friend lived in the apartment on the opposite side, and you would do it all the time to freak them out.

so, why did you slip?

maybe it was because in that very moment, you saw the look of sheer fear in his eyes, and it shocked you.

“(y-y/n)!” with his hand firmly locked around your wrist that you lost grip, he hurriedly pulled you over with a surprising amount of strength, pulling you so hard that you both fell over onto the ground.

“ugh…”

“(y/n)! are you alright?!” hearing his voice from beneath you, you mumbled that you were alright, still a bit confused on what had just happened.

a few moments later, you were finally able to sit up, trying to get your bearings.

“um…(y-y/n), you’re-“

“woah, looks like i interrupted something, you sneaky little bastards!”

“huh…” looking around, you realized that you were…sitting on top of souya, who was looking to the side with flushed cheeks. nahoya was looking at the two of you from the screen door, cheeky smile on his face, (or maybe disgusted, you couldn’t really tell).

quickly getting off of him, you could feel your heart thumping, embarrassment flooding through you.

“ah, sorry! i didn’t realize…”

“well, i’ll leave you two alone, but no getting frisky on the balcony, okay~?” shutting the screen door, you were left with your embarrassment and souya, who was still recovering from having you on top of him, looking anywhere but your direction.

“you should be more careful…” even though he wasn’t looking at you, you could hear the worry in his voice, making you feel a little bad for worrying him.

“ah, right, yes. sorry.” tears of shame started to well up in your eyes, and you cursed yourself for it, trying to swipe them away before he could notice.

“maybe we should check if you got hurt- (y/n)?! what’s wrong?”

suddenly looking at you with those blue eyes, they glanced at your arms and legs, trying to see if there was some sort of injury he hadn’t noticed.

“s-sorry, i don’t know, i just…” you could tell that souya was starting to panic a little bit because he had no idea what to do, which just made you even more embarrassed.

just as you were about to flee to your own apartment, a warm hand gently held yours, touching you as gently as one would touch a fragile flower.

“sorry, it was my fault. do you still want to stay here?” he didn’t wait for your response, immediately pulling you up to your feet and facing you towards the view of the sky.

“um…it’s beautiful, right?” souya quietly said, his eyes looking to you instead of at the sky.

“yeah…it is.”

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[comfortbucky]

I asked for the doctor!bucky andd you don't have to write but I forgot to ask... He is like a really busy doctor and it surprises the female reader that he is going to do her stitches... Wanda is his assistant. He has to give you a pain numbing shot in your cut and he comforts you when you scream and writh in pain... Thanks xxx

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pairing: doctor!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: descriptions of bloody injuries, medical settings, stitches, needles

A/N: omg i’ve never written for doctor!bucky before so i’m excited hehe :) thank u for ur request! // i changed around who was administering the numbing agent and doing the stitches btw i hope u don't mind, just made more sense in my head for bucky to be able to comfort her if his hands are free!

hope u enjoy! <3 sorry if this isn't that good asjdfhaldf

Y/L/N = your last name

also let me just indulge myself and sprinkle some of my own experiences in this bc a couple months ago i literally slammed my head into a wall and cut my eyelid😃nothing bad enough to get stitches but i do have a scar💗

word count: 2k

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“Y/N! Come quick!”

Y/N was digging through her dresser for a sweater when her roommate, Darcy, called out for her. She lifted her head up and spun it without thinking, completely forgetting that her dresser was situated in the corner of her room, slamming her head into the wall.

Her ears started to ring and she bent over in laughter, her natural response to pain, as tears threatened to fall down her face.

“Y/N?” Darcy was met by silence, Y/N struggling to respond, her body overcome with laughter so hard she was inaudible. Concerned that Y/N had knocked herself out cold, Darcy peeked her head around the corner of Y/N’s doorway, to find her hurled over, a hand over her left eye, drops of crimson blood on the ground.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Y/N lifted her head, calming down from her fit of laughter, and nodded.

“Yeah, of course, this would happen to me,” she replied chuckling, taking a tissue from Darcy to put pressure on her cut.

Carefully making her way to a mirror, Y/N grabbed her phone on the way. She stared at her reflection and slowly removed the tissue from her face to examine the extent of her injury. It was steadily bleeding, most likely a bad sign. Y/N placed her tissue back over her cut and reached for her phone and Facetimed her friend Matt, an EMT.

“Hello- What the fuck happened to you?”

“Hi Matt,” she replied, shooting him a grin through the screen. “Slammed my head against the wall, by accident.”

“I would hope so,” he sighed. “Let me guess, you’re wondering whether you should go to the ER or not?”

“You know me so well, Matty.”

“Has it stopped bleeding?” Y/N removed the tissue and felt a warm liquid trail down the side of her face.

“No.”

“Go to the ER, please.” She groaned.

If there was one place in the world she despised, it was a hospital. But Y/N knew she wouldn’t be able to convince either of her friends otherwise, and dragged her feet as she reluctantly followed Darcy to her car.

It was a normal night in the ER, which meant a fury of organized chaos. Bucky found himself needed in 6 places, all at the same time. But this was an environment that he had become accustomed to, almost finding comfort in the madness of it all. Although the ER was bustling with patients, there weren’t any injuries that were very severe, mostly just broken bones and lacerations. Simple enough to the point where Bucky felt like he was operating on autopilot mode. Going through the motions of whatever task he needed to do, but not anything more than that. He felt numb. For the last several years of his life, the hospital was all that he knew. Bucky kept himself busy with work, leaving him with only a small social circle and his cat, Alpine. It was enough for him, but he never really felt complete. Which is why he threw himself into his work, drowning out his inner thoughts about a missing piece he never thought he’d find.

“Dr. Barnes, paging Dr. Barnes to bed 25.”

Bucky took a quick sip of his coffee and sighed before heading off to see his next patient. Wanda appeared from around the corner and started walking with him.

“This one’s a simple laceration, just might need stitches.” Bucky nodded in response to her, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

She was one of the select few who he considered a friend. Which was a little odd considering he was an attending and she was only a resident. But she was a good student, a fast learner, and one of the only residents he was ever willing to work with. He took her under his wing, fostering a friendship by spending time together in his office, reviewing various medical cases and files.

“Alright, you up to do them?”

Wanda came to a halt, Bucky taking a couple steps before looking back at her, tilting his head, waiting for a response.

“Y-Yeah, yes!” She stammered. “T-thank you, Dr. Barnes.” He nodded his head and turned back around to continue walking, Wanda close behind.

Y/N was sat on the edge of the bed, one hand holding a blood-soaked tissue over her left eye. Her leg was bouncing, a nervous tic she had developed from a young age. The adrenaline had worn off, forcing her to feel a throbbing pain, her eyes brimming with tears. She avoided crying in front of people whenever possible, so as soon as Darcy left to grab some coffee and snacks from the cafeteria, she let the floodgates open. The sound of footsteps approaching made her freeze and she used her sleeves to sloppily wipe away the tears that were streaming down her face.

“Ms. Y/L/N?”

A firm, but somehow also gentle, voice called out to her before the curtain was pulled open to reveal a tall man with dark brown hair, a stubbly beard, and stunningly blue eyes standing next to a woman with blazing red hair and contrasting green eyes. Y/N’s gaze was immediately fixated on the man’s eyes, unable to look away for a moment, before she realized she was staring. She quickly looked down and cleared her throat.

“Y/N, you can just call me Y/N.”

The man nodded and set down his clipboard at the end of the bed before speaking.

“I’m Dr. Barnes and this is Dr. Maximoff.” The woman gave a slight wave as she began charting on a computer. “Can I take a look at your eye?”

Y/N nodded, feeling her anxiety rise as the doctor pulled some gloves on and approached her.

He pulled over a stool to sit on and carefully removed the tissue that Y/N had been holding in place to assess the injury. While Bucky looked at her cut, he stole a glance to study the rest of her face. He couldn't help but take note of the pained look on her face, her eyes still watery and her button nose red from crying. It was the first time in a long time that he felt a twinge of pain while looking at someone's injury, that he felt practically anything at all during a shift. She felt his warm breaths on her face for a moment before he pulled away and replaced her bloody tissue with some gauze.

“Do you mind if she takes a look as well?” Y/N nodded again. Bucky got up from the stool, allowing Wanda to take his spot and assess her eye.

“So it looks like you just need 2 or 3 stitches, very simple procedure.”

Y/N felt her entire body tense up at Wanda's conclusion. She could barely stand sitting in a hospital bed alone and now she was about to get poked and prodded with needles. Bucky noticed and attempted to ease her worries.

"We'll administer a numbing agent, so you won't feel any pain, just pressure at the site."

She looked up at Bucky, who had a kind, tired expression on his face. It looked like he was having a long night and she didn't want to make his job any more difficult than it probably already was. Y/N gave him a small nod and Wanda started to gather the necessary supplies.

She laid back in bed with Wanda and Bucky sitting next to each other on her left. Her hands were folded on her stomach, eyes shut.

"You're gonna feel a slight pinch, okay?" She nodded and bit her lip to try and distract herself.

Wanda proceeded to administer the numbing shot and Y/N squeezed her hands tight, whimpering in pain. Bucky observed the pained expression on her face and placed a hand on her forearm, reflexively rubbing his thumb in small circles. When Wanda pulled the needle out, Y/N slowly fluttered her eyes open and was greeted by Bucky's warm smile. A blush crept to her cheeks and she turned her attention to the ceiling. Immediately, Bucky realized how unprofessional his action was and removed his hand. He had no idea what had come over him, but he'd never felt so drawn to someone like this before.

"Now I'm going to do the stitches, okay? You should just feel a slight pressure." Just as before, Y/N shut her eyes after Wanda spoke and gripped her hands tight. She felt the pressure that Wanda was talking about and couldn't help but squirm at the feeling. Another wave of anxiety rushed over her and she felt herself start to hyperventilate.

Wanda removed the needle and quickly turned to Bucky, a panicked look on her face. He gave her a reassuring look before speaking softly.

"Y/N? Do you think you could hold still for just a little longer?" She opened her eyes, brimming with tears.

"Sorry, I just, I hate needles." Y/N fiddled with her hands as she kept her gaze up, trying to avoid the tears from escaping. Bucky felt his heart sink in his chest at the sight.

"What do you think would help you relax?"

Thoughts ran through her head as she tried to find a solution to relieve her anxiety. Y/N thought back to when she was young and chuckled, remembering a stuffed whale that she got at an aquarium, that went everywhere with her.

"This is stupid but, when I was a kid, I would carry around this stuffed animal around and it helped to hold it whenever I had to get shots."

Bucky thought for a moment and ran a hand through his hair, wondering if he was going to regret the words about to leave his mouth.

"You could hold my hand."

Y/N and Wanda both looked at him with surprised expressions, regret instantly hitting him.

"If you're comfortable with it," he quickly clarified. Y/N felt the corner of her mouth curve into a smile as she nodded.

She laid back down and Bucky took her hand in his. The instant transfer of heat soothed Y/N and she shut her eyes to allow Wanda to get to work.

When she felt the pressure on her eye again, her hand automatically gripped Bucky's tighter, and he squeezed it back to help calm her. Y/N focused on the callousness of his hands, how his hand seemed to fit into hers perfectly. Suddenly, she was thinking about his eyes again, those glimmering blue eyes. Blue was always a calming color for her, reminiscent of her trip to the aquarium where she got her beloved stuffed whale. As she felt Bucky's thumb gently rub the top of her hand, she realized that her whale could never provide as much comfort as he did.

Bucky felt a sense of pride as he watched the tension in Y/N's face disappear. Suddenly, he found his eyes wandering, looking at the loose strands of hair on the right side of her face, the rosiness of her cheeks, how she glowed. His heart started to palpate and Bucky realized a flame had kindled inside him. He was feeling again.

"All done!" Wanda chirped, stepping aside to let Bucky check her work. He smiled at her patted her on the back with his free hand.

"You did good." Wanda beamed and thanked him, walking away to complete her charting.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, still feeling the warmth of Bucky's hand in hers. He greeted her with a tender smile and slowly helped her up, placing his other hand on the small of her back.

"See? Wasn't that bad after all," he grinned, releasing her hand. Y/N's smile faltered, missing his touch, and nodded.

"Thank you, Dr. Barnes."

"Bucky," he stated. She raised an eyebrow. "Call me Bucky."

The pair stared at each other in silence, enjoying each other's presence before the PA system snapped them both out of their trance.

"Dr. Barnes, paging Dr. Barnes to bed 16."

Bucky sighed, slowly getting up from his seat.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N."

"You too, Bucky."

He turned around and was about to pull the curtain open when he paused, turning back around to face Y/N, scratching the back of his head. It took one look at her face and Bucky knew he didn't want to let her go just yet.

"Would you like to get coffee sometime?" She beamed up at him and Bucky felt his knees go weak.

"I would like that very much." He chuckled in disbelief and smiled.

Bucky had finally found his missing piece.

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