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emphistic · 1 month

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Can't Relate to Desperation

A/N: requested by anon — i apologize for how long this took; this was fun to write

— just a heads-up: this is preschool!Sukuna

“—I was wondering if you could help me with a little favor.”

“Sure, shoot.” Your friend was surprised to see Sukuna — out of all people — approach them, but they didn't show it.

“Y/N’s birthday is pretty soon, and I don’t have any ideas on what to get her.” Sukuna had known you for a long while. But that didn’t mean he knew what you wanted for a birthday present. I mean, he obviously knows your likes and dislikes. Your hobbies and pastimes. Your favorite colors, foods, drinks, movies, even. But none of those gave him an idea for a meaningful birthday present.

“Ohh, yeah. I'm getting her a matching pajama set! Because we’re going to have a sleepover after her party.”

Sukuna mentally raised a brow at that, he thought you guys were already planning on having a sleepover. And he most definitely did not remember inviting anyone else to the sleepover.

“I didn't ask.” Sukuna wanted to get this questionnaire over with already, and go back to playing with you on the swings or something like that.

“Hey! That’s not nice. I’ll tell the teacher.”

“Can you help me or not?”

“No, because you’re a meanie. And meanies don’t deserve my help.” Your friend crossed her arms and turned away from Sukuna, emitting a little ‘hmph’ sound.

“Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Can you just help me?” He couldn't believe he just apologized to someone other than you.

“Fine,” your friend huffed out, turning back around.

All the while, you watched this exchange happen from afar. Earlier, you were back in the classroom, digging through your backpack to find the necklace you had purchased with your early birthday money from your parents. You had planned to give it to Sukuna, but it currently looked like he had acquired another friend.

And, what made it even more disappointing was the fact you spent at least ten minutes looking for him. You waited outside the restrooms, searched the playground, dug through the sandpit — in case he got buried, and even checked the cubbies. Then you took a lap outside, and found him talking to another girl, who happened to be your [second] best friend — (Sukuna being the first).

The smile plastered across your face immediately dropped, and so did the necklace in your hands.

It’s not like Sukuna wasn’t allowed to have other friends, it’s the fact that he doesn't — by choice, obviously — except for you. And it's been that way, ever since you complimented his hair, saying, “I love the pink! It is my favorite color,” which was contrary to many of your other classmates. Most kids actually made fun of him for it, albeit Sukuna would always glare in their direction and the laughter and teasing would stop in an instant.

You couldn't believe your eyes. He usually ignored people who tried to talk to him and pushed aside those who wanted to make friends. So why was he suddenly talking to your friend? Was he trying to replace you? Did he get bored of you? Why were they talking in such a secluded area behind the garbage cans? Was he trying to hide all of this from you?

You wiped your soon watering eyes with your sleeve, grabbed the necklace off the ground, and quickly ran in the opposite direction.

Coincidentally, as soon as Sukuna got all the information he needed from your friend, he saw your figure turning around. Why were you here? He thought.

“Thanks.” Sukuna ran away from your friend, and as soon as he caught up to you, he said, “Hey, where are you going?”

“Nowhere.” You didn't turn around to face him, continuing to run away.

Sukuna came to a halt, staring at your back. What's your problem? Sukuna decided it was probably nothing, and that you just wanted some alone time, so he left you to your alone time and resorted to playing in the sandpit by himself. But it didn't feel the same as when you played with him. The sand was too warm, the sandcastle was off-center with the hills made of sand, the birds’ singing was too loud. Nothing was right.

You had to admit, avoiding Sukuna was like avoiding the sun. You could hide out under roofs and loiter inside the restrooms, but you had to get out eventually. And eventually you did; recess had ended and you had to get back to the classroom to continue your lessons. And who did you sit next to? Take a wild guess.

When you sat down in your seat, you scooted your chair as far as possible away from the boy beside you — who stayed still, utterly confused at your actions, and wondering why the hell you were being this way.

Then, your class was assigned a group project. Sukuna turned to you, expecting the two of you to pair up, but to his surprise, you asked another classmate to pair up instead.

Okay, he thought. Maybe you just want to get social with other people; that's fine. That's normal.

What wasn’t normal was the fact that you continued to blatantly ignore the pink-haired boy even at lunchtime.

Sukuna asked you his usual question, “Do you want to share my juicebox?” And, thank Heavens, you finally looked him in the eye. But then you flatly said, “No,” before turning around and starting to eat your own lunch.

Sukuna frowned. “What’s your deal today? Are you allergic to apple juice now or something?”

“No.” Going back to what you did earlier, you didn't face him this time, choosing to eat your sandwich in peace.

Usually, you gave him the crust of your sandwiches to eat, because you didn’t like how they tasted, and he did, but you decided against that today. Which was a shame, Sukuna was looking forward to eating your sandwich’s crust.

“Geez, okay. Be that way, I guess.” Sukuna stabbed the straw into his juicebox and drank. But like the sandpit, it just wasn't the same.

This continued all day. And I mean all day.

Sukuna was starting to get real upset. This frustrated him deeply. He swore that if you kept on avoiding him and running away every single time he tried to approach you, he was going to end up with white hairs at the age of four.

Did you not want to be his friend anymore? Did you finally grow to dislike his pink hair that you once loved so much? He hoped the answers to those questions were a definite ‘no’.

He hoped the answer to those questions was a definite ‘no’.

Finally defeated and having given up on his searching for you all over school, he walked to the playground, hoping that swinging would clear his head. And God, he was so thankful he did just that. Because upon entering the play area, he found you, already sitting on the swings and swinging sadly, by yourself. You were swinging sadly on the swings, yes, indeed you were.

It was quite an amusing sight, to anyone who didn’t know the context. But Sukuna did, to an extent, at least. He knew you were upset, and that the likely cause was him. It was always him. Always. Good or bad, happy or sad, he was always the cause, for you. But you wouldn’t have it any other way, right?

Your head was low, focused on staring at the ground beneath you as you swung back and forth. Sukuna thought you looked cute like that — your braids dangling in front of your face, as you basked in the sun’s rays.

But then Sukuna remembered the task at hand, and made sure to approach you with caution and much needed confidence [in himself].

When he got closer to you — only a few feet apart — he quickly realized why your head was so low when you raised it to look at him, tears in your doe, yet angelically pure eyes.

He cleared his throat. “Y/N. What’s . . . wrong? What’s upsetting you? . . .Is it me?” He whispered the last part, to the point it was barely audible; but you heard him. You always did.

“Why don’t you go and talk to your other new friend, huh?” You spat out, stifling a hiccup as it came.

“Wait—what?” Sukuna’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Don’t play dumb. I know what you did. I know what you’re doing. You can replace me with whoever you want, I don’t care, not anymore. Now go away so I can play all by my lonesome.

“Y/N, I’m not replacing you. I know you’re a dummy sometimes but. . . Where’d you even get such a ridiculous idea?”

“Oh, so I’m the dummy?” you retaliated.

Then it hit him, you were referring to earlier this morning, when he was talking to your friend for advice on what to get you as a birthday present.

“I—you’ve got it all wrong, Y/N. All wrong. I wasn’t, I’m not, and I would never ever replace you. So get that stupid idea out of your head already. I was just asking her for help to . . . get you . . . something — for your . . . birthday, that’s coming up soon.” He didn’t want to spoil the surprise, but if it would make you feel any better, he couldn’t care less about keeping a silly little secret.

“Oh, Sukunaaa! You could’ve just asked me!” You jumped off the swings, swiftly wiping your teary eyes dry, and tackled Sukuna into a hug. The two of you fell into a giggling mess of tangled limbs on the ground.

And to your surprise, the following week, Sukuna gifted you a necklace at your birthday party. It was a cheap, dainty necklace, that much was obvious. But opening the heart charm revealed a poorly taken, bad quality, photo of you and Sukuna both. You two were smiling like idiots, embraced in a hug, and you recognized the picture to date back to when you visited Sukuna at one of his basketball games. The first game of his that you went to, actually.

The cherry on top was the fact that the necklace he got you was the same necklace you were planning on giving him before you saw him talking to your friend last week.

But, ah, it was whatever. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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cheesiedomino · 3 months

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Reasons ꙳ ੭ * ‧

synopsis: though he’s afraid to admit it, chan has an undeniably huge crush on you. in attempt to get his point somewhat across, he drops a few hints leading all the way up until the Valentine’s Day office party, but will that mean he finally confesses his true feelings?

genre: bang chan x fem!reader | coworkers to lovers wc: 3.1k tags/warnings: fluff, office romance, mild cursing, mentions of alcohol usage, kissing, reader is kinda obsessed w/ chan’s body but who tf isn’t ??

now playing 🎧: dream girl by crisaunt

[this is the first installment of my new valentine’s series where i write a short story for each member surrounding the themes of love, newfound romance, relationship hardships & more.]

If there’s one thing Chan could never refuse to resist no matter how hard he tries, it’s you — nothing else came near as close. You were his Kryptonite, Achille’s heel, whatever you want to call it. Chan was willing to do just about anything for you, ask him to jump and he’ll promptly answer “how high?” You had him wrapped around your little finger with a pristine, glittery brow. Some could say it was quite uncanny how he’d avidly jump at your every need and request. Whether it be from a small but adoring comment about the way you looked in your outfits or whenever he sees you struggling with something, he drops any amount of work he was doing to go help you instead. There’s no way he was doing all this just out of the kindness of his heart, everyone saw right through those tactics. Clearly there was an underlying ulterior motive in the back of his mind, and most people with a brain knew of this as fact not fiction.

Everyone that is, except you.

The minute someone brings Chan’s name up you get super defensive. You often feel the need to because of how almost every person in the office ships you two together. One of the main instigators— Mirae, your cubicle neighbor and karaoke buddy, had a habit of doing this constantly. She’s the first ever friend you made here and is a total ray of sunshine to work with, but also has the biggest mouth. She’d go around telling people that Chan has a crush on you all because he does so many selfless gestures to “impress” you. Once that got around , rumors began spreading like wildfire and suddenly it turned into you and Chan were dating.

As soon as you heard all of that you immediately shut the suspicions down, explaining that you two were simply just friends and how he’s a sweet, gentle soul. Which he most certainly is but his friendliness didn’t only stop at you, it extended to all the other employees as well. He’s the type of person who would make sure everyone else has food and a warm shelter before worrying about himself in the freezing cold. There aren’t many out there with a noble personality like Chan’s, he’s like an elderly man trapped in a young person’s body, always giving the most wise and stark advice. His way of thinking may be a little old fashioned but that didn’t make him boring by any means, he was quite fun when he wasn’t so immersed in his work.

You’ve tried to get him to let loose a bit more, even invited him out for drinks after work with your other coworkers but he declined each time. It never felt like rejection to you though, he’d be smiling the whole time he’s saying “no” but it didn’t seem disingenuous. The only reason he never took up any of your offers were either one of 3 things:

A). He’s far too nervous to get drinks with you

B). He’s too buried in his work

C). The gym is his second home

You and Chan are two vastly different people. He’s definitely the more laidback type who likes to stay at home while you love to going out and enjoy a fun night on the town with friends. Despite him knowing this, he’s never been one to judge your choices or care about what you decide to do outside of work. He even brings you hangover medicine when you come back on Monday looking like you’ve had way too many last weekend — a literal angel in human form. You wonder who the lucky lady will be that gets to marry him someday, it’s evident he’ll be a family man and would most certainly be the best dad any child could ask for. He truly possessed every lovely quality there is all in one person, a rarity that’s more hard to come by each passing day. You don’t know what you could’ve done in your past life to deserve to know someone like Chan, but you don’t regret it one bit.

This morning went like any other typical morning, you’d come to work slightly exhausted from being out later than expected. Usually, Chan would go up to your cubicle and flash a doting smile at you as he places a fresh cup of coffee on your desk. It’s always the little things that made you most content, a handsome guy delivering you your favorite cappuccino — sounds like the ideal life. However, things were slightly different on this particular morning.

Awaiting you at your desk was a large bouquet of flowers displayed in a decorative ceramic vase, accompanied by your warm beverage. You also notice something peeking out from the petals, a small white envelope without a name on it. Curiosity gets the best of you, rushing to open it and read what follows:

‘happy Valentine’s Day ___, these flowers will never be as gorgeous as you but I hope they bring you joy or at least make you half as happy as you make me everyday that I’m with you.

- CB.’

Well, you definitely weren’t expecting that note to be so… sweet ? Though it was a bit short, the message was clear, whoever wrote that really wants you to know exactly how they feel. You had to admit, reading that did make your heart skip a little— maybe even had you blushing and twirling a couple strands of hair. What caught you most off guard were the initials, ‘CB’, those letters seemed awfully familiar. Then you realize there’s only one person whose initials you personally knew that could match those; your coworker Chan. Your throat goes dry as you nervously attempt to swallow, unable to form any stable or coherent thoughts. Nothing, and you mean absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared you for this kind of revelation.

Scoping out the area to see if Chan was around, you couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. You consider the idea of texting him but ultimately you decide not to as you think it’d be weird to assume he even did this. They’re just similar initials that’s it, you’re probably reading too much into it. Maybe you really are going crazy or something.

“Oh my god, someone sent you those?!” A chirpy voice startles you, instantly recognizing it as Mirae who’s now behind you.

“Uh, yeah I guess so..” you acknowledge nonchalantly. Parting your lips just a tad as you take a sip of delicious espresso.

“Ah. I wonder who could’ve done it?” She fake pauses to take a gander at the possibilities, “It’s definitely not the guy with the Aussie accent and name rhymes with Pan!”

You almost spit out your drink. “Shut up!”

“Oh you know I’ll never do that sweetie.” She giggles at you being all flustered, “plus I’m right you just don’t wanna admit it.”

This is like an everyday conversation you have with her, it’s nothing new. “No, I’m a logical person and I know that me and Chan are just friends. That’s all we’ll ever be and nothing more!”

It’s exhausting having to keep defending yourself from the same rhetoric all your coworkers spew daily, and even more ridiculous how fast word gets out around here. Those rumors of you and Chan dating are still being told today, even after it’s been a good year and a half since it all started.

“Friends can also develop feelings for each other overtime y’know?” Mirae lazily rests her arm on your desk as she continues her speech, “I mean I’ve never fallen for a friend so I wouldn’t know.. but this is different! Do you not pay any attention at all to the way he treats you? He’s such a simp for you it drives me insane.”

Confused more than ever, you blankly stare back at her, “huh?” You just took every favor Chan has done as being a nice, thoughtful coworker.

“Okay I’ll give you an example, remember when everyone at lunch had that whole ‘Vernon is gay or bi debate’ and Chan agreed with every single thing you said even if it didn’t make sense? If that doesn’t scream simp behavior then I don’t know what does!”

Your doubt still doesn’t waver, “I just have a very compelling way of getting people to side with me!”

Mirae rolls her eyes so hard they could go to the back of her skull. “For the love of God ___, stop acting so dense at the obvious. It’s pretty much known in this entire office that Chan’s always been totally, 100% into you.”

“It is?” You blink rapidly.

“Yes! I can’t believe you’re even still shocked about this, the guy’s constantly making cartoon heart eyes whenever he sees you!” She states, voice laced with a dash of envy as she pouts, “I wish I had someone who looked at me like that.”

Her sadness is short lived when her face animates again, as if a light bulb just went off in her brain. “Wait I have the perfect idea, you should get him to ask you out at the Valentine’s party!”

“Um.. I don’t think he’ll go, he’s not a party kinda guy remember?” You sigh in reluctance, unsure of what to think at this point.

That doesn’t seem to bring Mirae’s mood down, she only reassures you with more positivity. “Trust me, he’ll be changing a completely different tune once he finds out you’re going.”

Work events are always somewhat a bit of a drag. You didn’t particularly care for them, but you do like socializing with most of your coworkers and other fellow staff on the team. The free alcohol is also another great selling point for you to go. Gina makes the best Jell-O shots and whenever there’s a work function going on she goes all out to prepare them. This time she made some strawberry daiquiri flavored ones, topped with a dollop of whipped cream and pink heart sprinkles to fit the theme.

You grabbed one immediately from the table, looking everywhere to see if you can spot Chan but still no luck. The fact this is making you slightly upset is beyond you, but you’ve never been one to fully understand your emotions. Maybe you were right after all for thinking he wouldn’t show up. Sometimes Mirae can try a bit too hard at getting your hopes up, but you had to figure out if he was the one who actually sent the flowers or not. ‘Who the fuck else could be CB?’ You thought, it had to be him, if not you’ll be blaming Mirae for years of mental damage and distress.

This job wasn’t the first thing you had in mind by any means, but it seemed like a friendly and open work environment when you came in for an interview. You ran into Chan that same day and he started talking to you in the lobby as you waited for your turn. He had the most illuminating, pearly white smile and his accent made the most mundane words sound a thousand times hotter. You secretly hoped you’d get this job just so you can talk to Chan all day. Fast forward to almost a year and a half later you’re now closer than ever and it feels like a privilege to work with someone as amazing as him.

As you finish your Jell-O shot, you try finding the nearest trash can but end up bumping into Gina. “Hey ___! Did you like the strawberry daiquiris I made?” She kindly surveys for feedback, flashing a cute puppy dog look at you.

“Duh, of course! I love everything you make Gigi, I might have to grab another one before they’re all gone!” You praise her kindly, “by the way have you seen Chan at all?” It was a bit a random of you to ask but you couldn’t just stand around and wait for him to magically show up.

Gina thinks for a moment and finally replies, “Nah I haven’t! Why’d you ask though?”

“Oh no reason really! Was just wondering I guess-” you awkwardly shrug off, taking a step back as you walk out the break room to go into the main hallway. Heading over to the water dispenser you grab a small paper cup and bring it under the cold water option, before pressing the button a deep voice causes you to freeze in place. Recognizing that raspy voice from anywhere, it was Chan calling out after you.

“Hey, ___!” You hear him shout from a distance, jogging towards you with an ambiguous look on his face. “Could I talk to you for a moment?” He asks once he gets closer, chest slowly rising up through his white collared shirt as he’s catching his breath.

You never really took note how chiseled his body looked, maybe it was the form-fitting material of the shirt but the outline of his pecs went perfectly in sync with the way his toned arms clung to the fabric. It was clear as day Chan takes working out very seriously, mesmerized by the sheer dedication it must’ve took to even achieve a dreamlike physique such as this. Realizing you still haven’t answered yet and have just been staring at this man’s chest for what seemed like centuries, you finally croak out a response.

“Uh, yeah- sure!”

He clears his throat in preparation, “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.. for a while now actually.”

Chan doesn’t seem like his usual keen self, he’s acting much more quiet and reserved, as if he’s got loads of worries on his mind. It makes you wonder…

Your heart began to race at a faster pace, not knowing what the outcome will be, you indulge in him anyway. “Hm? What is it? Don’t just leave me hanging, spill!”

Again he goes quiet, like there’s a force holding him back from saying what he truly wants. He’s usually a lot more confident and well spoken when he talks to you but this was a new side of Chan you haven’t seen before. You find it a bit endearing to be honest, it makes him more down to earth. What’s there not to like about him truthfully?

“Well uh.. you see I-”

“___! Where the heck were you we’re about to take another sho-” Mirae catches you two of you off guard, unknowingly walking in what seemed like a deep conversation. “Ohh, oopsies did I interrupt something? I didn’t mean to, s-sorry!” You noticed some of her words slurring a bit and couldn’t contain a tiny giggle, it didn’t take much alcohol for her to get tipsy.

The minute she’s gone and the two of you are alone once again, the energy shifts dramatically. You gaze up at Chan to see his brows slanted into a train of thought. He wasn’t saying anything, just staring right back at you with a cryptic look. Unable to gauge the direction of this situation, you think of what to possibly say to make it less cumbersome. Before you could utter a single word, he finally speaks up.

“Let’s get outta here,” He quickly suggests, yanking your hand as he roughly takes it in his palm to lead the way. His movements are swift and eager, knowing exactly where he’s going as you’re left with even more questions and zero answers.

“Where’re we going?” You sheepishly inquire, bewildered by his sudden unpredictable action.

He doesn’t answer you. Instead he’s continuing the journey, remaining in focus all the way until he reaches the back entrance. Opening the door in a hurry to make it outside, a rush of cool air hits the back of your skin from a tiny bit of flesh being exposed. Chan brings his hands up to your arms, pinning them to your sides as he pushes you back against the brick wall of the building. His hooded eyes were fixated on you like an animal looking at its prey. It almost felt intimidating, as if he was the whole universe and you were but a mere spectacle compared to him.

“Wait what’re you do-” you’re impatiently cut off as he leans in, pupils widening when you’re abruptly met with a pair of lips pressed against your own. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, rendered still from the shock of this suddenly happening. An array of goosebumps scatter your suspended body, words can’t describe the way you feel in this moment— it’s pure bliss.

Eventually you do kiss him back once the shock wears off, parting your lips more to let him gain further access into your world. It was the most mind numbingly passionate, messy kiss you’ve ever experienced in a lifetime, wanting but Chan’s lips on yours forever and ever.

As you both pull away it’s quiet again, but not in an unpleasant manner as before. Now you’re silent because you’re admiring each other. Resisting the urge to grab his face and kiss him again, you watch intently at him biting on his bottom lip, giving you a sheer look of adoration and hunger. Your mind was in the highest state of euphoria, feeling like you’re on cloud nine. That kiss left you speechless, breathless, weightless, and all other adjectives in between.

“I can sit here and list off every reason why I’m in love with you, but I thought about it and figured this should be good enough to get my point across.” Chan suddenly expresses his true feelings while holding your hand tightly in his grasp. It feels like he can breathe again, as if a heavy weights been lifted off his broad shoulders. “Did you like the flowers I sent?”

You owe Mirae a huge apology the next time you see her.

“So it was you?!” A gasp escapes your lips, finally comprehending the fact that he’s genuinely liked you for this long. It still felt surreal to you that you even kissed.

“You didn’t realize it right away? I mean my initials were right there..” he nervously spoke once more. The effect you have on him is so dangerously good.

It’s hard to believe you were so oblivious to how Chan felt when it was all hidden in plain sight. You should’ve known something was up when he started learning how to cook the first week you met. During lunch you expressed that men who could cook were the ideal type of husband and since then he’s been on a mission to perfect his cooking and make you a proud wife someday.

Moral of the story? Life works in mysterious ways when finding your soulmate. The external forces come together to align themselves perfectly in harmony, bringing two beautiful souls to connect as one.

[End <3].

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sweetercalypso · 7 months

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Texas Hold ‘Em || Joel Miller

Summary: when a heatwave interrupts your lake house vacation, you and dbf!Joel find another way to have some fun

Word Count: 2.4k

Notes: minors dni; stripping, blowjob, unprotected p in v sex, pull-out method, reader on top, implied age gap, afab reader, mentions of alcohol and drinking

Summer in Texas is hot.

Cracked asphalt sidewalks burn underfoot, paired with sharp, dry grass that pricks at your skin when you stray off the path in search of relief.

The sun is too bright, the air is unbearably warm, and the humidity is enough to take your breath away.

Days like this are best spent inside.

With an impending heat wave looming in the forecast, it seems like summer might pass by entirely before you have the chance to enjoy your break. Joel Miller – a drinking buddy your dad had picked up in recent years – had offered you a trip to his lakeside cabin with the promise that a cold drink and a dip in the water would be the perfect remedy for the high temperatures.

You’d arrived three days ago, and every afternoon since had brought a thick, sweltering heat that made it impossible to pull yourself away from the comfort of the living room. Even the calm, inviting waves lapping gently at the lake’s edge weren’t enough to tempt you back outdoors to fry under the brutal sun.

The only solution was to sulk inside, bitterly cherishing the tiny air conditioner working overtime to keep you cool. Joel didn’t seem outwardly bothered by the heat, but you could tell he preferred to stay indoors, too.

“S’posed to be in the high 90’s today,” he says, strolling into the living room with his attention turned to the vivid landscape beyond the patio doors. “But it’s so humid, it’ll feel like a hundred.”

You tip your head back and let out a dramatic groan, resenting the prospect of another day spent inside. You liked Joel, and his cabin was nice, but you wanted nothing more than to feel the sun on your skin, to be submerged in the cool, twinkling lake like you’d been promised.

“Can’t we go sit by the water, just for a little while?”

His mouth turns down at the corners, frowning as he thinks. “That’s up to you, darlin’. Just don’t want you gettin’ burnt up out there.”

You know he’s right. Even from the comfort of the living room, you could tell that it was too hot to venture outside. The handful of other cabins scattered around the lake were all vacant for the season, driveways sitting empty and abandoned canoes rocking idly at the pier.

“How ‘bout we find something else to do? Don’t have to sit here bored just ‘cause we’re stuck inside.”

Joel’s cabin was barely furnished beyond the necessities – an outdated kitchen, a stiff living room set, and a couple beds tucked away in otherwise empty rooms. But you couldn’t complain.

No one comes to a lake house to admire the décor.

He perches himself on the other end of the couch and you move to sit up beside him. “What d’you want to do?”

“Well,” he drawls, stalling as he looks around for an answer. “There’s cold beer in the fridge. Got a deck of cars around here somewhere. That could be a good start.”

“Beer and poker? Sounds like quite the party.”

“Hey,” he laughs, hands raised in mock offense. “It’s the best I can do for now.”

Your head tilts as you consider his offer.

Joel was handsome, aged like fine wine with a glint in his eye that spoke of a hidden depth you’d like to explore. Maybe you could have some fun this summer after all.

“All right,” you decide, slipping off the couch with newfound interest. “You find the cards, I’ll get the beer.”

Five minutes later and you’re sitting across the cabin’s small, circular kitchen table, dealing cards from the worn-out deck that Joel had pulled from the junk drawer.

“Poker, huh?” He grabs his drink by the neck of the bottle. “We don’t have any chips, though. How are we gonna know who wins?”

You place the rest of the deck to the side and pick up the two cards you’d been dealt, fingertips gliding over their frayed, softened corners. “I know another way we can play.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“Instead of winning poker chips, whoever has the best hand picks something for the other person to take off. If you refuse, you lose.”

“So, strip poker?” he says with a dry laugh. “You’re not serious.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. Besides – as hot as it is, we don’t need clothes anyway.”

Joel shrugs and tips back his drink, thinking about the day you’d arrived at the cabin, still clinging to your hopes of having the perfect vacation.

Stubbornly glued to the beach towel you’d placed at the edge of the water, sweat glistening on your bare skin, donning a swimsuit that would’ve made a lesser man blush – he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested.

“Okay, fine.” He concedes and rests his forearms against the table, a wry grin pulling at his features. “But I’ll have you know, I’m very good at poker.”

Four rounds later, and Joel had yet to live up to his claim. Maybe it was just the luck of the cards, or maybe you’d spent enough time observing the man’s expressions to call his bluff, but you’d won every hand so far.

The first round was a close call – a full house versus three-of-a-kind. You’d chosen Joel’s watch to ease into the game, and he’d stared you down with a fire in his eyes as he placed it face-up on the table.

Next, you’d doubled down and won with an ace high, and Joel had been relieved of his shoes and his belt, which he’d dropped onto the floor with the promise of a comeback. The third hand played out the same way and you’d demanded his flannel, stealing glances at his toned arms as he handed over your reward.

By the fourth turn, you were reeling from the high of your winning streak and ready to make your move.

“I thought you said you were good at this, Mr. Miller.” You bat your lashes at him with an exaggerated simper as he deals out the next hand.

“I’m a pro, sweetheart. Just thought I’d let you have your fun.”

Throughout the round, your attention flickers back and forth between your cards and the man sitting across from you. Joel’s left with only his t-shirt and jeans to gamble away, and while you’re deciding which to relieve him of next, he slaps his cards down with a boisterous laugh.

“Well, would you look at that – a royal flush.”

A king and queen lay strewn out on the table, their stony, time-worn faces taunting you with their triumph. You’d been too distracted to notice that the community cards all shared a common suit, lining up perfectly with the cards Joel had been dealt.

He sucks in a slow breath and looks over you in careful consideration, debating what to take for his win. Finally, he gestures to your top and says, “take it off”.

Still shocked by the unanticipated loss, you place your cards down with a huff and shrug the thin material over your head without complaint. The sunlight glaring through the windows warms your exposed skin as you reveal yourself to Joel’s unwavering stare.

You toss your shirt at his chest and he catches it with a raised brow, eyes tracing over the curve of your breasts before trailing gradually back to your face. He adds your top to the growing pile of clothes littering the floor around his chair. When he speaks, his voice is low in his throat, like he’d finally understood your plan.

“Just beautiful, darlin’,” he says under his breath. “How ‘bout we raise the stakes a bit?”

“What’d you have in mind?”

His jaw tenses as he mulls over his options. “If I win, you come over here and use that pretty mouth for something other than trash talkin’. If you win, I’ll fuck you any way you want.”

You bite your lip to hold back the pleased grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. Either way, you’re bound to have a good time.

“Sounds like a deal, cowboy.”

A palpable tension fills the air as Joel shuffles the deck with a renewed confidence. He lays out the sequence and flips the first three over, and it doesn’t seem like the cards are in your favor.

It’s an aimless, faceless group, and the next two aren’t much better. None of your cards pair together, and there’s nothing to do but accept your fate.

You muck your hand onto the pile with a mumbled profanity, waiting for Joel to flaunt his win. When he drops his own useless cards in the middle of the table, you look up to find him just as perplexed as you.

It’s a tie.

Neither of you have enough to make a decent hand, leaving the game in a dead heat. All this built-up tension relying on this pivotal round, and it’s a tie.

“Well,” Joel says, scratching absently at the salt and pepper stubble lining his cheeks. “I’d say it’s a draw.”

“So, who wins?”

He thinks for a moment before leaning back in his chair and not-so-subtly positioning his knees with room for you to sit in between them. “I think we both win.”

You take the glaringly obvious suggestion and pull yourself out of your seat, slinking around the table to situate yourself between Joel’s legs.

“Claim your prize, Mr. Miller.”

Your hands sweep over his thighs as he pops open the button of his jeans and drags his thickening cock from the confines of his boxers. Beaded precum drools from the tip as he languidly palms his shaft.

The sight of his digits running over the length of his cock is hypnotizing – rough, calloused fingers against warm, flushed skin. A burning fire builds in your core as you imagine how his cock would feel inside of you.

“Open up for me, sugar.”

He cups your jaw with his free hand and guides you closer until his salty head rests against the plush of your bottom lip. When your tongue darts out to trace the vein on the underside of his cock, he groans and inches forward in his seat.

“Fuck- take it all.”

You eagerly bob over his length and Joel revels in your rapt attention, in the way you dedicate yourself to the task at hand.

“Such a nice mouth,” he pants, prodding the head of his cock against the inside of your cheek and admiring the protrusion it creates. Your fingers twist into the material of his jeans and you chastise yourself for not starting the game with a bolder approach.

Joel’s hips buck against your face as he dips his cock further into your mouth, lingering briefly on the back of your tongue before hesitantly pulling back with a hiss.

“As much as I’d like to keep you down there all day, we’d better stop now if you want your reward.”

You’d almost forgotten about the bet you’d made, too preoccupied with swallowing Joel’s length to remember how you’d gotten into this position in the first place.

He holds a hand out to help you up, and you lick the remnants of his presence from your lips.

“Where d’you want me?” He trails a hand over your arm, sending a shiver up the length of your spine.

“Here,” you say with impressive ambition. “Right here in this chair, just like I’ve pictured all evening.”

“Yeah? Gonna ride my cock right here in the kitchen?”

You nod with conviction and Joel grins as his hands move to the button of your jeans. He yanks the material down past your thighs, fingers hooked into the waist band of you underwear to leave you bare in one move.

“This too,” you mention with a tug to his t-shirt. You want to see everything while you have the chance – who knows how many times a simple game of poker will amount to this.

Your jeans pool at your feet and you step out of them while Joel throws his shirt somewhere off to the side, dark curls sticking up in odd directions from the fabric disrupting their shape.

He leans back against the chair and holds your waist while you position yourself in his lap, his cock twitching with interest as it brushes against your skin. You’re not sure who’s more eager for what’s to come – you or the man beneath you.

Joel laments the lost opportunity of taking you apart on his fingers and his mouth, but there’s no delaying the zealous way you sink down onto his cock. That’s alright, he thinks with a choked noise, there’s always next time.

His thick length parts your walls with a delicious pressure, nudging against your sweet spot when you settle completely onto his lap. You’re still for a moment as you adjust to the strain, chest heaving with the effort of keeping yourself upright.

“Oh, fuck- you feel perfect.”

Joel’s hands travel up your sides until his warm palms find the swell of your tits. He leans in to sweep messy, open-mouthed kisses against the column of your throat, distracting himself with your heavy breath until you’re ready to move.

After what feels like an eternity of waiting in greedy impatience, you regain your strength enough to wrap your thighs around his waist, molding yourself to his frame as you lift up halfway before coming back down, smearing slick over his skin.

“That’s it,” he grunts. “Take what you need.”

Your pace quickens each time you raise off his cock, coming back down and grinding against his pelvis in one fluid motion. His broad, freckled shoulders are warm under your hands, an anchor for the rhythmic cycle of your hips over his.

“M’not gonna last much longer.”

You pant as his hand abandons your breast to stroke circles against your puffy clit, carrying you to the precipice of your release.

When your movements falter and you crumple against his chest, Joel picks up where you left off. He thrusts up into you in search of his pleasure, grunting as your walls flex around him.

Just as he’s about to tip over the edge, he slides his length free and grips the base with a tight fist, rubbing the head of his cock against your balmy skin as he paints the evidence of his arousal over your naval.

The air is filled with a litany of lewd sounds, pants and sighs overlapping in your equal states of bliss. Joel’s softening cock rests against your thigh as you run your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck and he flattens a hand against the arch of your back, both thinking about how fortunate it was that Joel suggested a card game to cure your mutual boredom.

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heavqn · 5 months

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Coriolanus as the peacekeeper, being completely mentally unbalanced, possessive and controlling, while he fucks the reader who is totally naive and can't refuse since Coriolanus is basically keeping her alive and feeding her, it all happens in the cabin. and they are almost discovered by her friend Lucy Gray.

It can include size difference perversion, Coriolanus has a hyper fixation with how shy and naive the reader can be, manipulation, doubtful consent.

Can you add any plot? I'm not a fan of angst though. If you take it, I THANK YOU.

i loved this request!! i kind of went totally overboard and i don't think i stuck to your request quite well but i hope you still enjoy it 😭

cw; fingering, sort of controling? coriolanus, allusion to piv but there isn't any. usage of yn like three times. i think that's all. not my finest writing, apologies </33

Being in District 12 was no party. It was as miserable as life got, until she met Lucy Gray of course. Lucy Gray had taken her under her wing, no doubt becoming like a sister to her. She taught [ y/n ] her favorite songs, her favorite stories and even let her have some of her pretty dresses.

She was basically part of the covey though she had known her for such a short amount of time. When Lucy Gray was reaped, she felt like she was too. A part of her went into that arena with Lucy Gray and she was frightened everyday until she came back unscathed.

With Lucy Gray’s infamous return to the District came plenty of singing and dancing back in the Hob. It wasn’t until Lucy Gray was a bit way into her song when she noticed a familiar pale, blonde-haired boy watching her. Though the realization of who he was had been cut short by Billy Taupe and his drunken-state, she was both shocked and excited to know he was there.

The next day, she saw him yet again. Maude Ivory had made way to them though and she had to leave. But it didn’t stop her from inviting him to the lake, promising him only the covey knew of its existence.

On the way to the lake, Coriolanus had made his acquaintance with a few others from the covey. One in particular stuck in his mind though; [ y/n ]. She had a quiet tone and was a bit clueless to jokes that others made. He noticed how she stayed close to Lucy Gray, whispering to her and then looking at him.

And if the shyness and naivety hadn’t got him, seeing her come up from under the water definitely did. Her hair clung to her back and the make-shift bikini she wore did little to cover her boobs as he saw her nipples poking from under the fabric.

He was fascinated by her. She was dumb, to say the least. Usually such things would turn him off and make him go the other way, but he reveled in the way she clung to his every word once the two had become close.

They often spent time together at the lake; his idea. This particular day, he had convinced her to go skinny-dipping. “What if someone sees us?” She had questioned, voice quiet as if anybody was around to hear her. Only the covey and him knew about the lake; she knew this, he knew this. The possibility of anyone coming out this late wasn’t likely.

Though he had to admit that the thought did cross his mind as well. So he prompted her with another idea, “We could go to the cabin instead.” His intentions would’ve been clear as day to anybody else, but she was entirely lost. “What are we gonna do in there? It’s boring.” She pouted.

Most nights at the lake were spent listening to him talking as you nodded along, pretending to understand what he spoke of. So when you made your way inside the cabin and got comfortable on the rickety bed, Coriolanus started to speak about his home.

“I can’t even imagine what the Capitol is like.” She told him in response to his question of if she’d come home with him. “It’s amazing. Organized, powerful. Nothing like the districts. I think you’d fit right in.” His words had her shaking her head.

“I couldn’t leave twelve. My family is here; Lucy Gray is here.” He rolled his eyes. “You’d be with me. I’d buy you the finest things the Capitol has to offer.” The thought of leaving the covey left a bad taste in her mouth, but the promise of pretty things had her looking up at him with curiosity.

“What kind of things?” She questioned. He smiled, knowing he had piqued her interest. It was too easy sometimes. “Clothes, jewelry, makeup. Anything you can dream of.” His hand had made its way to her arm, caressing it as he watched the way her eyes lit up from his words. “Even flowers?” He let out a soft laugh, “Even flowers.”

She fell into him, back meeting his chest as his arms wrapped around her waist. “You know what else the Capitol has?” His fingers went under your shirt, dragging across the skin of her abdomen. She felt that tingling sensation she often got when she was with him.

While they talked a lot when together, she’d also had sex with Coriolanus a lot. It wasn’t a hard thing to convince her into. Her first time was in the lake; it wasn’t comfortable or convenient, but he was a desperate man. She had just talked about how she was a virgin and he was immediately interested in taking that title away from her. So it was no surprise when the next time they met up, he had her under him once again and every time after that.

He told her that she owed it to him. He was protecting her; would she rather it be him or some pervert from the district? He knew what he was doing and he gave it how she liked it. He guaranteed that none of these boys could even dream of doing it like him and she agreed. He was unfairly good at it and knew what had her cumming in no time so who was she to deny it?

She was dragged out of her thoughts as his hand went further under her top, moving to grasp her boobs. She let out a shaky sigh at the feeling, listening to him speak. “I asked you a question.” He reminded her; his voice deep and firm in her ear as he his hands continued venturing her body.

“What else?” She responded, not necessarily caring for anything else at this moment besides being held close to him. “Lingerie. You know what that is?” He questioned her, and the way her face screwed up let on that she didn’t have a clue as to what he had said. “I don’t know what that is.” She admitted softly, feeling embarrassed he had once again caught her in a stump.

“It’s a type of clothing women wear. Nice and lacey; Bet you’d look real good in it.” He spoke to her in that same deep voice he always did, but it felt heavier this time. He was building her up just so he could break her. “What do you think?” He shifted the conversation back to her, knowing she’d get riled up.

“I think–I think it’d be nice to try it on. Is it like a dress?” She asked curiously, not quite envisioning what this lingerie was that he spoke of. He laughed at her question, taking his time to trail his hands down the length of her skirt. “No, no. It’s like an undergarment; Ladies wear it for men.” He tried to explain, feeling her body melt into him as his fingers went to push her skirt up, giving him access to the place he wanted.

Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, again. “So it’s like fancy underwear?” Hearing the word underwear only brought more of her innocence to his attention. “Exactly. Now you’re getting it.” He praised, fingers trailing on the inside of her thighs, inching closer and closer to where she needed him.

“What makes it different from regular underwear?” She was curious now. Ladies wear it for men? Ladies always wear underwear, she thought. He smiled at how interested she was in this topic, but it was clear she was struggling with her words in the way her breath hitched and how she melted impossibly closer to him, when he finally got to the cotton of her panties.

“Well, you don’t wear it everyday. It’s for special occasions; For times between a man and his woman.” He told her, finger playing with the hem of her panties, teasingly snapping it back and into her skin. “Like–Like us, Coryo?” Her voice was but a whisper when she shyly asked the question.

He reveled in the way his pants tightened at how innocent and naive she was. It made it impossible to hold back the way he smiled into her neck, placing open mouthed kisses over her skin. “Just like us, bunny.” He whispered in her ear, finger finally slipping under her panties and going to feel how wet she was.

“Got you all hot and bothered just from a simple conversation. We haven’t even kissed and you’re already soaked.” He teased her, fingers coming out from her panties to show her just how wet she was. “‘m sorry.” She squeaked out, feeling embarrassed at his words and seeing his fingers covered in her juices did nothing to help that feeling.

He swore he could’ve cum right then and there. The way her body tensed up at his words, and the way she became beat red when she saw his fingers; he was ruined. He wanted nothing more than to be inside her, watching as she squirmed to take him; she would be so thankful for it, a mix of “please” and “thank you” ‘s no doubt on her lips with every thrust.

She was obedient; sometimes too obedient. He just craved one time when she would slip up, so he could punish her. But he knew she never would. She listened to his every word, and she’d be damned if she upset her Coryo.

He squeezed her hips, telling her she had nothing to apologize for. “It’s a natural thing. Nothing to be ashamed of.” He told her, the words like honey as they slipped out of his mouth. “Just don’t be getting this way for anyone else. Promise?” He all but commanded her, quickly discarding her panties before placing her right back in front of him; back to chest. “I promise, Coryo. Only you.” She was quick to agree with him; it’s all she’s good for. Simply a parrot of his words, aiming only to agree and copy everything he said.

He didn’t give her anything else but the feeling of his fingers rubbing her clit as a response. The lack of warning had her surprised at the touch, shocked for a second. But he used his other hand to hold her back against him, keeping her still and pliant. “Don’t move, bunny.” He scolded her, continuing his assault on her delicate bud.

It was hard to not move, but she persevered. Keeping her composure against him as she let moans and whimpers slip through her lips. “Coryo,” She called out his name, looking up at him with her soft eyes, silently begging him for more.

“Need something?” He questioned, a smirk evident on his lips from how still so she was yet her mouth moved so much. He knew what she wanted, he just wanted to hear it from her. She spoke softly, the words not quite hitting his ears, but he heard her. Though he chose to tease her once again. “What was that, bunny? Gonna have to speak up.” His fingers ghosted over her entrance, feeling the way her legs so easily fell wider, giving him more room.

“Need your fingers. Inside me, please.” She pleaded again, a little bit louder than before but no doubt quiet compared to the sound of her heavy breathing. “Why didn’t you just ask?” He smiled sickly at her, leaning down to kiss her as one of his fingers slipped inside her.

The moan she let out had his tongue easily slipping into her mouth, mixing their saliva together as their tongues glided over one another. He made quick work of putting another finger in her, curling them as they went in and out of her. The squelching sound of it all made her cringe on the inside, but the pleasure he was giving her was more interesting to act on. It was all too much; she broke away from the kiss, forehead still against his.

“Thank you, thank you.” She fed him her appreciation, knowing it was exactly what he wanted. She didn’t mind giving it to him either. She was thankful he chose her, thankful she was the one who had his fingers inside her. “Such good manners, bunny.” He responded, feeling her hand trail onto his head, grasping at practically nothing as his buzzcut allowed him little hair.

He put yet another finger in, picking up his pace altogether whilst his other hand moved to rub her clit. The feeling of him on her skin, everywhere, had her on fire. She was going to burst into flames. She almost did–Until a sudden rapping was heard at the door.

“[ y/n ]? Are you in there?” The voice called for her, now recognizable as Lucy Gray’s. She stayed silent, not wanting to rat herself out, but when Coriolanus whispered into her ear, telling her to respond, she had no choice but to.

His fingers didn’t let up, and now he was kissing at her neck, interested in what she was going to do. He didn’t quite care about being caught; she was the one naked with his fingers deep inside her. “Yes, I’m–I’m in here!” She called back, unsure of what else to say?

“You okay honey? You sound awfully out of breath.” Lucy Gray voiced her concern, worry laced in her words as she moved to turn the door knob. “Yes! Yes, I’m okay. Please don’t come in.” She yelled back shakily; she was getting closer to the edge and if Lucy Gray came in, then it would all go away.

“Are you sure?” She questioned, wanting a final answer before she left the girl alone. “I’m s-sure, Lucy Gray. Nothing to worry ab-about.” She tried to assure her, hoping her words did what she wanted. It was getting hard to breathe with how quick and tentative Corriolanus’ touches were, nonetheless talk.

“Okay. I’ll leave you alone now.” Lucy Gray spoke to her. Whether Lucy Gray was still standing at that door or not, she couldn’t keep quiet now. His fingers curled right where she wanted, and his other hand was not letting up its assault on her clit.

“Coryo, Coryo.” His name fell out of her lips easily, arching into him, legs growing shaky at the feeling she was having. “Talking to your friend like that as if my fingers aren’t inside you right now. Such a dirty little girl.” He chastised her, but his words held no real malice.

It wasn’t long before she met her release, cumming on his fingers. Even then he didn’t stop, continuing to drag out her high. “‘nough. Can’t take more, Coryo.” She told him, shakily pushing his hands away from her. He all but laughed, doing as she asked.

“Can’t even take me inside you, bunny?” His voice was teasing. But the second she heard those words, she was up at his disposal. Ready for anything he gave her.

#i am NOT proofreading this #sorry #coriolanus snow #tbosas #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coryo snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x female!reader #coriolanus snow smut #coryo<3

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ikeuluvr · 2 months

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asking you to the school dance || enha hyung line

synopsis - how enhypen’s hyung line would ask you to the school dance

enhypen x reader / best friends to lovers / warnings - none! :) / wc ~200 per member

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heeseung is a very straightforward type of man. he’s not shy to share his feelings and wants with you because he knows how important communication is in your friendship. however, for the first time in his fourteen years of friendship with you, he’s struggling to tell you how he feels. “I’m in love with you,” he wants to scream until his lungs give out every time he sees you, but how do you naturally spring that onto a person? tired of not being able to call you his love, heeseung devises a plan to ask you to be his date to the school dance, and, in life. knowing that extravagance isn’t your cup of tea, he carries out his plan on your weekly gaming night so you won’t grow suspicious. he opens minecraft on his tv and tells you to look at the house he had built, only for there to be no house, but the words “can i be your date to the dance?” with a geeky smile he has you look farther to the right of the proposal where another one lay, “...and your boyfriend?”

big and extravagant public attention grabbers aren’t necessarily jay’s thing. he loves to make things intimate and special in his way without eyes always on him. when the winter formal was announced, jay knew he had to ask you to be his date before anyone else could. he invited you to his place for a cozy home-cooked meal made by jay himself. jay is usually a nonchalant type of guy, but he was nearly sweating through his shirt because of how nervous he was. with a little help from his mom, he got you to leave the kitchen while he plated both of your meals, carefully curating the word “FORMAL?” across the rim of your plate with sauce. jay placed the newly decorated plate in front of you after your return from a chat with his mom, a shaky gleam in his eyes waiting for your response. “jay, i’d love to be your date,” you smile at him, pulling him into a hug and leaving a kiss on his cheek that turns him redder than the tomatoes on your plate.

what really sparked your friendship with jake was your mutual love for music. as the two of you grew closer, you would send each other new music to listen to every day. whether it be a new artist, a song, an album, a playlist, or a performance, the two of you always find something that the other would enjoy. you could send a simple “i’m bored” text to jake and he’d have four performance videos, two albums, and three new artists for you to indulge in to cure your boredom. it was nothing out of the ordinary for you and jake to create playlists for each other either, so when he sends a new one titled “hey y/n…” it doesn’t even faze you until it's opened. “I was… Enchanted… To Meet You…” the songs read in order, “So… Let’s Be… The Life of the Party… at Prom?... Be My Date!” you cheesed ear to ear when you realized what jake had just asked you. “P.S. I Like You,” was the last song on the playlist, leaving a whole zoo in your stomach in excitement to tell jake you’ve always felt the same way.

sunghoon is the corniest dude you have ever met in your life. there’s never a day where he’s not spitting bad jokes your way or making the most sarcastic comments that make your eyes roll. he definitely thinks he’s the funniest person in the world. while deciphering through all of his options of how he wants to ask you to be his date to the school dance, he came to the consensus of something cute and simple: a sign. sunghoon loves those cheesy proposal signs that he sees on tiktok and pinterest that use witty play on words. he wanted to make his sign special and make it exclusive towards your friendship. the first time the two of you spent time alone together was after your friends ditched the two of you on a movie night, leaving you and sunghoon to go see the movie Minions. that night also happened to be the night that sunghoon realized he had feelings for you. sunghoon chose to make that night his inspiration for his sign, painting the phrase “y/n, you are one in a minion. be my date?” onto his posterboard. your heart melted at the sight of your best friend standing outside your front door, sign in hand… dressed as a minion. naturally, sunghoon had to go all out. overalls, yellow face paint, goggles, and all. to him, it was worth it to see you smile and laugh the way you did.

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icallhimjoey · 11 months

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Love love love your writing! I’d be so interested to see your take on a friends to lover situation where the reader and Joe are good friends and the reader constantly gets the ick so Joe sets a challenge at a party (thinking Italian summer party) for her to find someone who doesn’t give them the ick.

And she realises that Joe is the only one that has no icks 👀

okay so ive had an INTERESTING (read: 18+, v spicy) suggestion from werepartnersnow who, by the way, claims she doesn't read rpf but then found herself in my inbox asking for very specific filth 👀👀👀 but, anyway, it was good filth, and i was trying to find a way to tackle her request, and then this request really brought it all together for me, so, THANK YOU! here we GO sluts! Wordcount: 3.9K

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Double Or Nothing

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Did Joe say he was coming?”

“Yea, I’m surprised he’s not been spotted yet,”

Heads craned back, and you grumbled into your beer. Conversation had been flowing so nicely, and now, suddenly, everyone had to look at the pub entrance to check if there was any sign of Joe yet.

Like he was the guest of honour missing still.

Like the night hadn’t started properly yet, because Joe wasn’t there.

Ugh.

Now… listen...

By no means did you dislike Joe. He was your friend just as well as he was all of theirs. It was just that, Joe had seemingly become a lot more interesting to a lot more people in a very short amount of time. Even some of your friends sort of… fell for the sudden hype that surrounded him. Wanted it proven to the outside world that they were friends with Joe. That they knew him. Were part of his group.

And you kind of got it, or... at least a little.

Joe got to do very cool and exciting things, met very cool and exciting people, and he'd bring anyone who had the time to join. Any time he'd drop a message with the question 'who's got time off for these dates' it was really a first come, first served sort of deal.

So it kind of made sense that people wanted in with Joe. However, he couldn't pay you enough to sit next to him for a full day, or several, as he passed out autographs like boring assembly line work. To see people fawn over him. Tell him how amazing they all think he is...

Because Joe was… he was just Joe.

There was a lull in conversation, and you felt the need to remind everyone of the time Joe spent a full night ordering drinks for everyone before dipping out and leaving the last people with the bill.

He paid for his own share later, but, still. That was a shitty move.

Or when Imogen and Lawrence had gotten married, and he thought it was okay to help himself to a piece of cake before they'd done the ceremonious cutting of it.

Or when he'd invited everyone over to a party at someone's house without informing the host he was bringing seven other people. That night you'd just stood around awkwardly, all of you, knowing you weren't welcome and afraid to have any of the drinks for fear of them running out.

It felt healthy to remind everyone that Joe was just your shit friend. This guy who they’d known forever and who they also sometimes didn’t like. Because he could be a bit of a boring loser, who’d cancel on events last minute. One that you liked - he was still your friend, supported you when you needed support, made you laugh when you needed cheering up and was just... overall was a fun guy to hang out with. Despite all the shitty things.

Joe knew this is how you felt, and, not that you'd asked, but if you would have, he'd easily agree with you. Would just smile as you glared at him for forgetting someone's birthday and then pretending a gift someone else had bought was from him too.

And he got away with shit like that every single time because of that stupid smile. All charming, all endearing.

All handsome, and shit.

You felt a nudge to your knee under the table after you'd rolled your eyes at everyone looking around to find Joe. You were given a brief smirk by one of your friends before eyes turned away from you and you frowned. Idiot.

You knew what was insinuated there, and didn’t appreciate it.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been very adamant and obvious about not being impressed with Joe, and people took it to mean something else. Like you were overdoing it to hide your real feelings.

You weren’t overdoing anything, though, and you wanted to say something, wanted to argue and bite back at that stupid smug look you got, but you noticed the eyes of the people on the other side of the table focus on something over your head.

You jumped, tensed up with shock, when someone suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders. It nearly knocked over every drink on the table as your knees shot up and banged the underside of it.

“Jesus,”

“No, just me,” Joe joked, and he got heys and hellos and big smiles and even a drink handed over that someone had gotten him before he’d even arrived, and oh my fucking God, you needed more celebrities in your group because this was getting a little ridiculous.

You composed yourself fast, recollected yourself and tried your hardest to push down the blush that had crept onto your face.

Like you’d predicted, the second Joe joined the group, you suddenly all became his entourage.

Now you were all Joe's friends.

You weren’t, but, that’s what it felt like.

To Joe’s credit, he didn’t really act any different – he was still his quiet, normal self. Kind of dull, nothing crazy, just there for a laugh, comfortable with the spotlight being off of him for a little bit. That was nice, and you appreciated that.

It was just that your other friends were big dumb idiots. Not all of them, but, enough of them for it to bother you a little.

Although, Joe had changed his hair... so, he'd changed a little since Hollywood had come a-knocking.

It was all fine, though. The conversation automatically sort of continued from where it left of before Joe joined and the small bit of annoyance you felt before quickly disappeared.

You paid close attention to not paying close attention to Joe.

It wasn’t until Joe cheersed his glass with your half empty one to catch your attention that the irritation you'd felt before crept back in a little.

Not because of the focus landing on you, but because of the question he asked.

Not how are you. Not how’ve you been. But, “No David?”

You gave a little sarcastic smile, tilted your head down to look at him through your eyelashes and confirmed, “No David.”

Apparently that was enough for other people to comment on the matter as well.

“Yea, how’s that going?”

“Are you still seeing each other?”

You took too long to answer either question, and when you look a slow sip of your drink to give yourself more time to think of how you were going to frame this, you could see one of your friends groan. The lack of information said plenty.

“Oh no, here we go again,”

“Should’ve known it,”

“Did you dump him already?”

The whole table seemed to feel the same way about you and David not hanging out together anymore. Made sense though, David was the first guy in a good while you'd taken along to meet some of them. Before David, there'd just been a lot of first dates that only sometimes graduated into a second, and then, usually, contact would sort of... fizzle out.

“I didn’t dump him– there was no dumping to be done, we weren’t dating,”

You got a few scoffs.

“What was it this time?”

And, okay, so, your track record wasn't great by any means. It's just that... you were very easy to turn off, you guessed. And once you found something about someone that got under your skin, you couldn't not see it. You couldn't not hyper-focus on it, and you knew that from that moment on, whatever you and whichever guy had together was doomed to fail.

“Just... we didn't really match each other,”

That was the polite, vague way of putting it. You looked at your drink as you said it but felt Joe's eyes stare you down. It burned your cheeks a bit.

“No, be honest,” Izzy said, speaking to you as if you were a toddler before she went for a sip of her drink.

“What? That's essentially exactly why he's not here right now,”

Izzy scoffed, and you silently cursed your best friend. She was going to make you say it. The thing you told her in private. You took a mental note to never be honest with her again.

“Can I tell them the story, or are you going to do it yourself? I'd love to be the one to share it,” she sat up and leant in. Ready.

The eyes of your friends moved between her and you, like they were watching a tennis match, absolutely not sure where this was going, but very exciting to see where it was going to go.

“Well, it wasn't one specific thing,” you started, and foolishly, left too long a silence after. Izzy filled it immediately, because it very much was one specific thing and she couldn't keep the knowledge inside any longer.

“Bad sex.”

It got some hearty laughs from the group, and when you looked at Joe, you caught his narrowed eyes. He looked a bit hesitant, small smile playing his lips as he hovered his glass in front of his mouth, like was about to take a sip, but couldn't because he had to see how you were going to react to Izzy.

“Okay, no,” you fought. “It wasn't bad sex... not, like, not overall, anyway, it wasn't... it wasn't the worst by any means,” you stumbled through your words and it made Izzy shoot up her eyebrows.

“Oh, are we doing specifics?”

You groaned and saw Joe perk up a little from the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

“Absolutely not, that's not... that's not fair on David,”

What you meant was, let's not talk about my sex life in detail in the middle of this pub, thanks very much. But Izzy didn't care though. She hadn't listened to you faking your orgasms through her bedroom wall for a few weeks for fucking nothing.

“What did he claim to be good at?”

“Isabella...” using her full name did nothing, unfortunately.

“He'd boast about it so much, even I started getting a little jealous,”

“I'm going to get another drink,”

Escaping seemed a good idea. Izzy could just talk about the things she'd heard David say to you in the other room without you there. But you were kind of closed in. Couldn't just get up and make your way over to the bar without people having to move out of your way for it.

“What was it?” Joe asked carefully, voice not too loud, the question definitely only aimed for you to hear. Curious. Not that he was being any kinder towards you than any of your other friends were – you could see that cheeky smile, could see how he was ready to let laughter escape him. Plus, everyone heard him anyway.

You saw your friend open her mouth, ready to answer for you.

“Izzy, don't,” you raised a finger, and you silently cursed at yourself for not being able to keep a straight face anymore.

She was going to say it.

“Head.”

Someone snorted into their beer which splashed into their face and that made people laugh more than what Izzy'd said, but now, that information was out there. It made you slump down into your seat so far, you were practically under the table.

“You told him to fuck off for eating you out wrong? Am I hearing this right?” one of your friends asked, not even judgmentally, but more to coax you out of your hiding spot.

It worked.

“Okay, so, listen,” you sat up, ready to justify your actions. You weren't a horrible person, and you needed people to agree. “If you claim to be amazing at something like that, I would kind of expect you to then also... you know, actually know... where things, are?”

You looked around, read your friend's faces and most of them knew exactly what you meant. Didn't need to use the actual words to describe in detail what David couldn't locate.

Izzy read your friend's faces different, though. Thought they did need clarification, and she was an accommodating friend. Wanted to help out. Also enjoyed embarrassing you a little too much, the bitch.

“Kept licking her leg, sucked on everything but her clit,”

“Oh my G–” you hid your face with both your hands, elbows perched on the table.

“David, David, David,” Joe shook his head, tutted at you, seemed to feel genuinely sorry for the guy.

“To be fair, it's a good reason to stop seeing someone,” someone else said, and you quipped a quick thank you. The comment prompted people to go over all of the other reasons you'd turned men down before, and the list was... extensive, to say the least.

Chewed on his food with his mouth open. Dressed like he was colourblind. Was into weird experimental music that really got under your skin. Bit down on his fork when he ate. Held his phone only an inch away from his face when he used it. Kissed with his eyes wide open like a psychopath. Ran after a beerpong ball in a half-crouch and failed in his attempts to grab it as it bounced. Puns.

Every ick came with it's own backstory and you were shocked by how much your friends remembered - you'd forgotten half the things they were bringing up, reminiscing about the batch of men that you'd turned down for reasons they all deemed ridiculous. It was a lot of laughing at your expense. It was a good thing you were a good sport and that you genuinely liked your friends, so you just laughed along. Knew they all would've probably gotten annoyed by the same things you had. You know, eventually.

It wasn't until someone looked around and said, “There's got to be at least one person in here who doesn't scare her off immediately,” and no, no, no, no. You didn't need your friends actually getting involved in you meeting men.

Not tonight, anyway.

But heads started turning and eyes started scoping out the place, gliding across and lingering on men that maybe stood a chance.

You checked and saw that Joe didn't join in. He was looking down below the table, seemingly to check what his feet were touching, or something along those lines, anyway.

It could be a way to opt out of the game that your friends engaged in mostly to just make fun of you. It could also be that his attention span was too short and he was bored. Both options were awful. The fact that you even looked at him to check was awful in and of itself.

You were no better than your friends.

“Okay, enough,” you held up a hand, elbow in the middle of the table whilst you squeezed your eyes shut. “If you're going to make me look at people and come up with an ick, we'll be here all night. I could even go over all of you and think of several icks for each of you, so let's not,” you laughed, hoping it'd put an end to it.

It did the exact opposite.

“Not for me!” one friend argued, and the whole table laughed. Everyone could easily name multiple things, and so it kicked off.

You all went around the table, named things about each other that would drive you mad if you were to date them. It ranged from obvious things like snoring and working too much, to more niche things, like how someone would continuously pronounce a word wrong whilst insisting that they were right (they weren't) and someone else not wearing socks in certain pairs of shoes (gross).

You were the deciding factor each time. If you agreed with what someone said, there was no more arguing and you'd move on to the next person.

Until you reached Joe.

“Let's go, give me all you've got,” Joe beckoned with both hands, welcoming the criticism like a trooper. It was all innocent fun, after all.

And your friends would name things. All sorts. How he sometimes wouldn't reply to texts for days, leaving people on read for ages. How he'd cancel on people by saying wild shit like, “Oops, sorry, can't make it tonight, I'm in Tokyo rn”. The fact that he'd always hold up the last cigarette from a packet and say, “This is the last one, I'm quitting after this,” and then he'd just as easily buy another packet straight after.

But an unsettling realisation dawned on you.

You silently, almost automatically, dismissed everything that your friends mentioned, that got them laughing and got Joe to jokingly gasp and pretend offense to because... none of it turned you off per se.

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at him.

Oh no.

You had to be able to come up with something...

“She fucking hates smokers anyway,” Izzy commented.

“Yea... usually, I do,”

Joe looked at you and raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“I don't know...”

Wide eyes looked at each other across the table, and Izzy couldn't fucking believe what she was hearing.

“That doesn't bother you?”

You laughed and gave your friend a panicked look, “It should! But... somehow it doesn't?”

You got a nudge of a knee under the table again and knew exactly what it meant. You pretended you hadn't felt it. That felt safer.

People started repeating things, waiting for you to go, “Ugh yes,” but you didn't, for none of it, and you thought of lying. Of just pretending that something did, but learning that none of Joe's personality traits actually rubbed you wrong was just as shocking to you as it was to everyone else.

Joe even joined in himself, said, “I'm always fidgetting!” but it did the fucking opposite. Made you look at his hands and notice how nice they were.

Shit.

“Is Joe ick-less?” a pair of astonished eyes asked you, and you couldn't fucking believe yourself when you slowly nodded, lips pressed together impossibly tight.

Joe was ick-less... what the actual fuck?!

“Uh oh,”

“We've found the one, guys! Game over!”

“So, when's the wedding?”

You scoffed. Loudly. Your friends were confirming they were big dumb idiots, you didn't even have to do any convincing of it yourself.

“Nah,” Joe said, and when you looked at him, you grew immediately shy. The little smirk and the mischievous eyes threatened trouble. “I can break her...”

Oh, fuck. The air between the two of you sparkled as your friends oohed, all eyes moving back and forth between the two of you. Even Izzy seemed intrigued.

“One week to give her the ick,” someone suggested.

“Easy,” Joe boasted, not breaking eye-contact.

“Why would you care abou–” you started, but were cut off by Joe who's smile got wider by the second as he challenged you, “And if I win?”

Despite the fact that his eyes were on you, the question was directed at your other friends. When they didn't answer, Joe turned to them, “What are we playing for?”

This... this wasn't happening.

“If you lose, she deserves some good head,” Izzy quipped, and you could've murdered her right then and there. Could've broken a glass on the edge of a table to slit her throat with, because what the fuck was that?

“Three days of head,”

“I said good head,”

“Guys, stop!” you tried, but you might as well not have been there.

“And if you win, she'll return the favour,”

“What?! Oh my God, fuck off, we're not doing this,” you waved both hands in a line, signaling that this was enough now. The joke was over. You weren't laughing.

“Three favours then,” someone else proposed.

“Like that's going to make a difference, he'll just ask for three days of head,”

“No, he'll make her his PA, for a con, or whatever,”

“Ooh, good one!”

“Yea, I'm not falling for that again,”

Joe snorted as your friends debated about a bet that definitely wasn't going to happen. You weren't going to shake on this, no matter how badly they wanted this free bit of entertainment for themselves.

“Okay,” Izzy said, smacking the table with a flat palm, shutting everyone up.

“Joe is going give you the ick within a week. If he does, you'll owe him three favours and if he doesn't, you'll be getting from Joe what you haven't gotten from David,”

“What if she lies?”

“She's a terrible liar, I see right through her,”

And Izzy did. Had always been able to.

“Jesus Christ, you're a bunch of delusional losers,” you laughed.

There was going to have to be a moment where Joe would side with you and you'd swipe the whole ordeal off the table together. At least, that's what you expected.

You expected wrong.

Instead of Joe telling your friends to leave you alone, to be sensible and kind, because you hadn't even gotten good sex in a little while, poor puppy... instead of all of that, you noticed how he waited for the commotion at the table to quiet down a little before he said, “Double or nothing.”

“What?”

“Double or nothing. One week of head,”

“Izzy said good hea-,”

“One week of good head, or one week of favours,”

You frowned slightly at him, dumbfounded that Joe seemed to be going with all of this.

He was actually going along with it.

Were you going to want to let Joe go down on you?

Wait.

You wrecked your brain and tried to think of everything that someone had ever done to you that had turned you off immediately. Would those same things be awful of Joe did them?

Probably not. But... maybe.

Shit, you kind of wouldn't mind a full week of Joe going down on you. Making you come on his mouth. It'd be weird, sure, but also, when was the last time someone made you orgasm with just their mouth?

Jesus, what a wild conclusion - you had no idea that Joe confused you this much. If anything, you'd learnt something about yourself today that you honestly never thought was something you were ever going to have to think about.

So the question maybe wasn't, would you let Joe go down on you... The question was, would you let Joe drag you along to be his personal assistant for a week? Because that was most definitely what he was going to ask of you. You had no interest in tagging along to watch someone do their job, and everyone knew this about you.

Fuck, were you... were you considering doing this?

Joe felt the second of hesitation and held his pinky out, hoping he'd get you to link yours with his before that window closed.

Your eyes glanced at Izzy, who somehow looked bored and giddy at the same time.

Should you do it? Joe's pinky flexed and he questioningly raised his eyebrows at you, a small smile playing underneath.

Just for shits and giggles?

What came out of your mouth next was so quiet, it was barely audible in the loud ambiance of the pub.

“Fine.”

But it was okay, people didn't need to be able to hear you. Because it was embarrassing, but also, because what happened next was one of your arms, moving from where it cupped your own face to half way across the table. Your pinky finger met Joe's and they linked.

“Deal.”

Joe's stupid face broke into a huge grin that made you instantly regret agreeing, but his pinky was stronger than yours and held you in its grip as he repeated your words back to you.

“Fine. Deal.”

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glasses! ]]> l.dh NCT

The idea !!

A/n: meow meow meow meow meow meow (I am clearly feral for this man)

Warnings/pairings :: haechan with glasses , gn!reader , oral (m), nerd !haechan, marking, VERY vocal haechan, nicknames (cutie) , haechan is taller than the reader

You weren't all popular to be fair you were just there, average grades , average social status but still got invited to parties and shit.

Jaemin—one of the popular kids— invited everyone , and he mean everyone , for his new years party. Nothing wrong with it but it wasnt the best party it was boring , a typical frat boy party but with a simple 1 2 3 HAPPY NEW YEARS

Thrown around at the end , like boozed punch , coke snorted in the corner , floaties for some reason being thrown around and ofcourse beer pong. You don't enjoy these parties too much cause there's not too much to do other than watch the random guy make out with one of your friends.

Evidently troubled by the view you grab a tad too many drinks and get a bit tipsy and decided to dance a bit , love talk playing on the speakers drowned out by the sound of moans and "whoos"

After a while of shaking your hips every 2 seconds you feel something grinding behind you , ofcourse two or three boys came around and grinded on you before you uncomfortably shoved them away , this one didnt feel intentional tho you turned you head behind to see haechan being pushed around and against you.

You take a moment before trying to move out of the slightly crowded area before he grabs your shoulders and presses against you. You start to feel something against your ass before realising he was hard , although his eyes trying to convey it wasn't intentional you grabbed hi arm and pulled him out of the crowd.

As he tried to explain himself you couldn't look or think about anything else other than the fact that he had a boner and he looks hot , his hair messy , his glasses a bit crooked and his lips just pretty. You didn't even listen about the shit he was spewing other than the first sight he let out and a sorry.

You just stared into his sorrowful eyes till you grab his neck and pull him down to kiss you before pulling away "oh my god I'm so so sorry" he take a second to recollect his thoughts , staring at you for a second before kissing you again , locking his lips with yours, his hands cupping your face.

Pulling away once again you drag him to the surprisingly empty bedroom , sitting him down on his bed. Kissing him once again pushing him down before he pulls away "are you sober enough to know what your doing?" He asks sincerely

"sober enough to want to do this , and atleast I know your name cutie" cutting him off before he could even speak by a kiss once again pecking down his neck sucking and licking leaving faint marks, before dragging your body down to inbetween his legs at the edge of the bed.

He sits up and ruffles your hair a bit "god ____"sounding out what sounded like a whimper as you unzipped his pants pulling them down to his ankles "so you know my name too?" You smirk at his cocky smile before he shifts his body weight to his hands behind him.

You palm his dick earning a groan from him, his face practically begging you to do more while he fixed his glasses. You slowly slip down his boxers revealing his quite long dick , springing up to slap his stomach causing him to sigh in relief. You looked up at him maintaining eye contact as you slowly pumped his cock , rolling his eyes back as your hand ran down his shaft.

"___ please just- fuck" his moans enticing you , your head looking down at his leaking cock spreading his pre cum around it , spitting around it before taking his slender length in your mouth hearing more groans and moans come out of his sweet mouth. He grabs your hand

"Oh god, you're so fucking " haechan moaned, his hips bucking forward involuntarily as you bobbed up and down on his dick. "So fucking pretty on my cock" his hand grabbing your hair to fuck your throat, you weren't sure you knew this haechan , the one who sat at the front in english and occasionally asked homework from haechan. He's now fucking your throat moaning for your mouth.

"fuck ___ I'm gonna cum..." His voice dragged out from the moans "can I cum in your mouth?" He asked as he looked down at you , your eyes meeting as you hum as a nod , till he cums down your throat, your hand tightly gripping on his before you pull away , his hand leaves your hair.

"cute" you mumble swallowing his cum seeing his fucked out expression before he pulls you up for a kiss his taste lingering on your tongue.

"your amazing..." He breaths out.

"I could tell , had to swallow a fuck load" you respond playfully.

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geminimoonbeamx · 2 years

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Friday I’m In Love

A/N: So jokes on me because I didn't expect to love Eddie Munson this much. @allaboardthereadingrailroad told me he was going to be the it girl of this season and I said absolutely not.

Warnings: Smut, lots of it. Drug use. Judgemental teenage girls

Parings: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Eddie invites you to his show, and holy shit. You show up.

“Remind me why the hell were here again?”

You’d never been to The Hideout, a shitty hole in the wall off the highway outside of town. You’ve driven by it like, a thousand times and never once had the urge to go inside. Now, as you stand next to your friend, Shelly’s, mom’s Subaru in the half empty parking lot your nerves are going haywire, over eager to walk through the doors.

“Because, we were invited” you answer simply. Duh. Sweeping more glittery lip gloss on and fluffing your hair before adding “plus it’s not like we had anything else to do”

“We could literally be doing anything else then this- isn't Clair throwing a party tonight?”

“Yeah, but all her parties are always like, major depressing. Ever since Heather you know”-you make a gurgling choking sound and cross your eyes “Its like, why do we have to do a toast to the dead girl, every party. I get once- but it feels redundant”

You get it. Claire and Heather were best friends. You’re also not in the mood to go hold her hand while she cries about it. Again.

Also, Heather had put gum in your third grade. So-

“For one- you're a horrible person” Shelly accuses, shaking her overly curly head “For two, we could’ve gone to the movies or something”

“You think the theaters boring, plus like. Won't it be fun to try something new? Come on” you grab her hand and pull her along behind you. Sparing one last glace at the familiar van, parked idle towards the front of the lot.

“So like, this has nothing to do with you and weirdo Munson, right?”

“Right- and its funny the way that you only think he’s weird after he sells you weed. Asshole”

Well- its not like you we’re expecting anything fancy from the Hideout. No expectations, no disappointment, right? The bar is the textbook definition of a dive.The lingering smell of stale beer hits you straight in the face as you walk in. Seedy lighting that makes everything look shadowy and almost green-

“Oh look! They have pool tables!” you point out because that could be fun. Maybe?

“Oh great” She replies, voice fasle sugar sweet before dropping “I want to leave”

“Shh” you elbow her, hard. “We just got here. Play nice”

And she does, for the most part. Sit down at one of the sticky tables with you. Avoids the looks of the bar's patrons- older. Wasted. White trash, for sure. You wouldn't talk to them, not ever but like. Whatever. You can just ignore them. That’s easy enough.

Especially when they get on stage. The Dark Wizards, Eddie at the lead. Even though he's not singing, even though he’s off to the side with that bright cherry red guitar of his. He’s the star.

“We’re the Dark Wizards, and we’re about to rock your mortal world”

You don't know when this…thing you had for Eddie developed. Somewhere between smoke laced conversations and late nights glued to your phone, him fighting the shitty static of his own line to talk until one of you called uncle, the thing had taken a life of its own.

He’s odd. Yeah. But no other guy has ever been this nice to you. Eddies odd, but he’s not cruel. He’s not like the asshole jocks or elitist math nerds. He’s not even like the rest of his leather clad D&D playing posse.

You wish you could get everyone else to see that. Get your friends to see that.

The singer is trash, the drummer can't keep a beat to save his life, but the guitar riffs are melodic. Smooth and sharp, and your heart catches the tune and beats in time. Blood flow slowing and stopping until your all but hypnotized.

You clap and cheer and cant manage to tear your eyes away until the final note plays, their set is over-

“Oh my god, you're so into him” the statement is disgusted, mostly. Fascinated. Your friend looks at you like she's watching a car crash- violent and bloody, but she can't take her eyes off of it.

You just shrug because like. Yeah. Obviously.

“Oh fuck no” she groans, face palming hard.

Eddie hurries out from behind the stage, which is really just their supply room. Grinning from ear to ear, beaming arms spread out wide. “Look who came!”

“You invited me, I told you I’d come” You try to contain it, but you're giddy. Even more so when he throws a gangly arm around your shoulder. “It’s no biggie”

“No biggie? You came all the way out here to see little ol me. Huge biggie, my friend. Huge” He holds his heart with his other hand dramatically-

Always so dramatic. Always so enamoring.

“You deserve a drink. A real one, what is this?” He dips his pinky into your friend's drink and her nose scrunches up something fierce and offended “Sprite? Nah, that's a peasant drink. Bartender kind sir- pour us something strong. And…fruity”

The bartender, who looks like an Ex-con, actually makes a mean Mojito.

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“It’s totes okay, I’ll call you when I get home, yeah?”

You're in the parking lot, again. Except for you're not leaving in the car that you came in.

Shelly’s tucked into the Subaru, staring out at you with all knowing eyes.

He’s just going to drop me off at home.

Uh Huh.

Seriously.

“Yeah whatever you better call me later- I want all the dirty details. Use protection- bye” she waves before her tires screech, hauling ass away from the Hideout. You flip her the bird all the way.

“Okay let's blow this popsicle stand” you plop into the passenger side of the beat up old van, bouncing along as you go. Glad for the low cut blouse you’d donned because Eddie's eyes follow your chest, comically, animatedly. Up and down.

“Whatever you say, mi’lady. Your house?”

“I mean- I don't have a curfew or anything on the weekend- we could go somewhere else. If you want to?”

Eddie looks pensive, lips pursed, before a light bulb goes off in his head.

“Want to go to the end of the earth with me?” He questions as he reverses, and well. How can you say no to that offer?

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The cliffs of Sattlers Quarry are jagged and high. Eddie parks too close to the edge- takes you out. Holds your hand tight as you screech, not being able to look over for more than a second.

“Its okay,” Eddie chuckles, herding you into the open back of the van. “I come here all the time, were all good Y/L/N.”

The seats are ripped out, posters of dragons and bare tittied ladies plastered on the metal walls. Black Sabbath plays lowly from the crappy speakers and he lays an armful of threadbare blanket down for cushioning, for the two of you to curl up on.

You cling to him just to do it. Keep close as he rolls the cleanest joint you’ve ever seen. Spark and smoke and laugh- all attached to hip. He talks about Tolkien as fluidly as he does Karl Marx, he likes pineapple on pizza and was born the day before Valentines. Cats are superior to dogs, and he like lives off of peanut butter crunch cereal.

His dad split when he was in eight grade and living with his Uncles not so bad, really. It’s kind of like rooming with a chill homie, but definitely nothing like having a real parent.

“I'm boring you aren't I? Just tell me to stop, and I’ll zip my lips. Locked. Key is thrown, right off that cliff” He makes the motions, zip. Key, tossed and you lean your face into his jean clad shoulder.

“Mmm, no. I like listening to you talk” its not a lie, not the usual shit you blow up guys ass. Everything out of Eddie’s mouth is unexpected, he tells stories with words. Vivid pictures, film on a loop. With your lungs burning and THC running through your system it's even better.

“I like you. In general” Eddie whispers, and you hide your face even more. He shrugs you away though, turning. Face to face, no way to run from his dark eyes “I like your eyes” he leans in, and you think finally he’s gong to kiss you. Instead he gets close enough. Blinks fluttery fast, his lashes against yours. Butterfly kisses

You shake your head, cheeks burning, chest tight.

“And your hair? I really like that- even if it is better than mine which is rude. And don't even get me started on your perfume because that? That’s my favorite. And your-”

You slap a hand over his mouth pushing until he gives way. Until your on top thick thighs caging his waist “Stop it, jeeze I lied. I hate your voice, shuddap!”

He makes a few muffled attempts, squirming a bit before giving up. Going lax, bringing his hands behind his head and looking at you with dark eyes that shine and sparkle. He's enjoying this, and the long languid lick he gives to your hand shouldn't feel as good as it does.

You like Eddie, like the way he feels. You like the way he lets you be who you want to be, do what you want to do. Other guys would’ve thrown you off, too heavy. Too dominant. They didnt want to play, but Eddie. Eddie’s wanted to play with you since you hit that doobie behind the gym.

You unbutton your blouse slowly, letting him watch you. He can have it. All of it. Everything. You unhook your bra and those dark eyes go wide.

“This okay?” you ask, taking your hand off of his mouth, resting on his shoulder.

He nods, quick, adam's apple bobbing “Are you even asking me that right now? Yes, fuck yes I am a-okay. The best, really-”

The kiss you cut him off with is messy, too much tongue. Too much want. Why had you wanted this long? Maybe it should’ve have been more romantic- but then again maybe it is? It’s own version of romance, its own courting and dating and being cared for.

Eddies hands are everywhere, eager and exploring and its almost funny until he thumb brushes over your nipple, just on the right side of rough, making you gasp sharp into his mouth, and grind down onto his hard lap in tight circles. Eddie pulls away, just barley. Dragging his slick mouth acros your jaw, down your chest, your hands fist tight his hair as he runs the flat of his tongue along the nub.

It feels too good, mind numbing. Base instinct, two teenagers and in a fogged up car. Breathing eachothers air, tasting each other spit. Fumbly and needy, too fast.

Struggling out of your clothes, you wiggle out of your tight acid washed jeans as Eddie shed’s layer after layer- Hell Fire Club Tee, Leather Jacket, Denim vest. The floor of his van littered. You’re tugging on your pink panties when he blankets himself over you, pushing you back down. The blankets rough on your bare skin.

Eddie’s a weirdo, not a virgin. And most importantly, he’s good with his hands. The long ring donned fingers work magic. The real life kind that gets your back arching and has sounds that would embarrass you to think about later clawing their way from your throat. Feels almost too good as he rests his forehead against yours, noses bumping as he pounds his fingers in and out of you.

He likes it, watching you squirm, watching your hips shift every time he tries to pull his hand away.

He keeps condoms in the glove box, mostly for show. Hope. The off chance that some girl gives him a chance and wants to hook up- once in a blue moon shit. He’s glad for them now, even if it means pulling away from a whining writhing you

When he slides back between your thighs it's a heady feeling. He’s almost vibrating, shaking out of his skin, nervous excitement making him clumsy. He misses. Doesnt slide into you easily, the two of you shifting and giggling, gasping and nosing at one and other until.

Oh.

There.

The inhale you take is shaky and sharp and Eddie groans and buries his head in your neck. Breathing in your sweet perfume as his hips begin to pump.

“O-oh my god. Eddie-” You stutter, holding on to his shoulders. He’s not the thickest guy you’ve been with, but his dicks long. Longer then average forsure. Jabbing at that place inside you, pleasure pain bursting behind your eyelids and you cling to his shoulders. There's no real pace, not from the nineteen year old, but the friction of sweaty bodies feels good, the rocking rhythmic and almost peaceful as you stare up at the van’s ceiling. You like it, the way he moans, the way he tells you how it feels- he really doesn't ever shut up.

Its quick, you’re young and Eddie’s never been with anyone who feels so tight. You can tell when he’s close, when he speeds up to nothing more then a dirty, desperate grind. When his whole body goes taught and his arms tighten around your waist, holding onto you as he rides it out. As he shakes and shudders, needing the grounding. You hold him in the cradle of your thighs.

He pulls out with a hiss and slumps, heavy and boneless on to you and you stroke his back, trail your fingers across his shoulders soothingly. It felt good the minutes that go by in overexerted bliss. It wasnt like you weren't used to not getting yours. Guys just had a one track mind, right? No big deal, you’ll handle it when you get home-

Eddie's head perks up from your chest. Almost like he could read your mind, Isnt that one of his D&D elf powers or whatever?

His animated, recovered enough to have regained that mischievous look. He waggles his tongue, vulgar and pushing corny

“Your turn, mi’lady”

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gibbysupremeacyisreal · 1 year

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𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Word count: 2.8k

warnings: praise kink, pet names (baby, channie, sir, good girl) unprotected sex (be smart.), swearing, choking kink(chan), jealous chan, one sided enemies to lovers.

A/N: this took me so long to write omfg. let's all give a round of applause for me 💅

You didn't want to be at this party. And he could tell. From the way you sat nervously in the corner to the way you looked mortified when anyone you didn't know tried to start up small talk with you.

He knew he shouldn't be watching you. He just, wanted to make sure you were okay. It's not as though you would appreciate his efforts, though.

You hated him. You hated how one of his dimples was deeper then the other, how good his blond hair looked with his dark eyebrows, his Australian accent that made people swoon. All of it, It was all an act.

Some people wonder whether or not the devil is real. You think he is, and he was put on this earth in a mortal form. Taking over none other then Christopher fucking Bang. God, even his name is attractive.

It pissed you off immensely that girls were trying to flirt with him. And it pissed you off even more that he couldn't care less, as his eyes were glued to you.

You squinted while looking around the room for your roommate, Felix. You loved being his roomate. He would bake for you, invite you to spend holidays with his family, let you vent to him. All under one condition.

Once a week you would have to force yourself out into the world and go to a party hosted by one of his friends. Usually Jisung, who you have grown quite accustomed to. He called it your "Weekly dose of socialization."

He cared about you. It was sweet, really. But, you weren't a big fan of it. Yes his friends are nice but so is laying in bed and watching TV.

At least that's what you thought at first. That was before you met him. Christopher Bang, most people call him Chan, a few Chris. But everyone all has one thing in common. They adore him. Well, everyone except you. You knew behind that stupidly adorable laugh and that dumb smile he got on his face when he saw someone he knew, you knew that he was a liar.

And thats because you fell for his lies.

Around a year ago when you first moved in with Lix, his friends would come over often. At first you didn't interact with them except for a casual bow everytime, but one of them stood out to you. He would come into your room and start talking to you whenever he came over, inviting you to come join the group.

You shouldn't have fallen for it. No one as high on the social ladder as him would fall for someone as antisocial as you. It just doesn't work, you should've seen that. You can't blame him, if you think about it.

The girl you caught him with when you were on your way to surprise him was beautiful, You just wish he hadn't led you on. It would've hurt less if he had told you he wasn't interested instead of you catching him with his tongue down someone else's throat.

You never spoke to him again. Actually that's not true, you have, telling him to go fuck himself or eat a bag of dicks whenever you saw him. Mature, I know. Other then that you haven't explained what you saw or even let him try to save himself. Because it wasn't worth it.

You had more important things in life to deal with. Like the importance of watching TV with your cats, while eating Felix's brownies! Nothing can go wrong in the comfort of your bed. It's a safe haven.

You looked at Chan, making eye contact before grimacing and looking away. "Gross. Men." You whispered to no one in particular. Jisung basically bolted your direction when he saw you. "My favorite gremlin! How are you?" He said with his over enthusiastic voice. "I'm would be better if you stopped talking to me, British boy." You responded, smiling at him.

"You're so kind to me." He fake sniffles, laying down on the bench you were sat on, putting his head on your lap.

"You look bored." He states, looking up at you. "Wow, Really? Wouldn't have ever known if you hadn't told me." You started brushing through his hair with your fingers untangling it, completely unaware of Chan's huff of annoyance as he saw your actions.

"This is why you're my favorite! Anyway back to ME, I'm great thanks for asking, I might be a little itty bit drunk but I might not be. Who knows!" He closes his eyes, giggling slightly whenever you would pull at his hair.

"I didn't ask about you, nerd." You groaned in faux annoyance, trying not to smile as he looked up at you, offended.

"I'm hurt, Y/N. That was so rude, you're so annoying." He swat your hand away from his hair and sat up, turning the other direction.

"I know you think I'm annoying, but in reality I'm just hot and irresistible." You flip your hair and roll your as eyes as Han chuckles.

"You're such a idiot." He smiles, laying his head on your shoulder this time, to glare at everyone from the corner.

You smile as you see your friend, Yunjin walking towards you, dragging someone along with her. "This is Chaewon, my unofficial wife!" She stated enthusiastically, smiling at the two you. Jisung looks up, suddenly interested.

"Wait... WEREN'T YOU IN I*ZONE-" Jisung starts, you immediately cover his mouth to stop him from embarrassing you. "He meant it's nice to meet you." I smiled and bowed kindly. Grimacing when the demon you called your friend licked your hand, forcing you to remove it from his mouth.

"Yeah! I meant hi!" He smiles, giggling when you wipe your hand on his shirt, maybe you went over his abs on purpose, maybe you didn't.

Chan managed to excuse himself from the one sided conversation the lady in front of him was having, he stopped paying attention to what she was saying when he saw you.

He walked over, looking at you and smiling slightly before looking to Jisung, "Hey! How've you been man?" He plops down next to him, nodding at Chaewon and Yunjin. "I'm alright. Tired, but alright." Jisung smiled back at him, laying his head back on your shoulder.

He knew. He knew what he was doing, he had too. Why else was he making eye contact with Chan while you were messing around with his hair some more.

You looked at Jisung, then at Chan, hitting Jisung's forehead lightly. "I'm gonna go get something to drink." You muttered. Getting up, Yunjin getting up to follow you, dragging Chaewon along. "He's such a dick! He always comes over just to annoy you I swear! That man gets on my nerves." Yunjin said, looking back just to glare at Chan.

Chaewon nods, "I don't know what your relationship is with him, but he's been staring all night. Thought it was weird because you didn't seem interested.." She says, grabbing a cup and getting some coke.

"It's because I'm not. I was at one point, found out he's a player and now we're here." You stated, smiling when Chaewon handed you the cup.

"Did you ever tell him that you didn't want anything to do with him anymore? Maybe he's just oblivious to the obvious cold shoulder you've been giving him.. and because he's a man." Chaewon said as she handed Yunjin her drink before getting her own.

"Maybe. I just don't really owe him one." You responded, checking your phone once again.

"Dude you waiting for someone? You keep checking that phone like you are." Yunjin asked, suddenly interested in the conversation. "Nope. Checking the time, Felix said we could leave at 11:30." You stated, looking around the room for your roomate.

You sighed when you didn't see him, excusing yourself from Yunjin and Chaewon's argument about whether or not flaming hot cheetos are better than the original and walking to the door leading outside.

You unlocked your phone, seeing you missed a text from him. You groaned as you read the message.

lix :): I'm so so sorry Y/N but I'm leaving with someone and he's rlly cute and omg ufhdidjwbg *!&$>*$?×,!$* I'll call you a Uber if you want, otherwise you can ask Chan to drive you home !! :)

me: you owe me you stupid australian. your doing my laundry for a month, fuck head.

lix:): love you <33333

"Hi.." Said someone behind you, making you jump slightly before your eyes softened.

"I know you don't really owe me anything, but I really need a ride, Chan." You stated, avoiding as much small talk as you could.

"Uh, yeah I'll drive you." He smiled awkwardly, reaching in his back pocket to make sure he didn't leave anything before walking towards his car, you following behind him.

"You haven't had anything to drink right?" You asked nervously, you didn't want to get into a car with sober him let alone drunk him.

He shook his head, opening the passenger door when you two reached his car, smiling slightly when you got in.

"Thank you. You remember where I live right?" You asked, looking over at him."I think so. Just haven't been 'round in a while." He nodded to himself, starting to drive. The first few minutes were awkward, a joke every here and there, Chan looking at you when he thought you couldn't notice, you staring at him whenever he smiled at one of the shitty jokes you made.

That's when he asked the question.

"Why did you stop talking to me, Y/N? I really liked spending time with you, you know." He frowned slightly, looking over at you when you reached a red light.

You sighed, looking down at your lap.

"I saw you kissing someone else, Chan. We went on 2 dates, you flirted with me all the time, you asked me to be your girlfriend even! Then I came over to tell you I made my decision and that I wanted us to be official and I saw her. It sucked and I knew I would start crying if I tried to explain what I saw so I decided to ignore your existence." You said in one breath, inhaling once you were done. Damn you could be a rapper.

He looked back at the road, expressionless.

"Do you want me to explain myself? Because I will. I really like you, Y/N. And if I have to explain what happened then that's what I'll do." He stated, driving once the light turned green.

"An explanation wouldn't be horrible." You mumbled, fidgeting with your nails.

He looked over at you for a moment, before sighing. "She was a friend. She invited herself over because her boyfriend had just dumped her, I comforted her, she took that as an invitation I think? She kissed me and I assume that's what you saw. Afterwards I told her I wasn't interested and we promised each other never to speak about it again." He states, reaching your apartment complex, parking and then looking over at you.

"I would never purposely hurt you, Y/N." He added.

"I feel kinda stupid now." You joked, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm sorry I assumed you would do that, Chan. You don't really seem like that kind of person." You smiled, opening your door and getting out.He smiled, opening the apartment door for you and standing outside. Waiting for your next move.

"Do you uh- do you wanna come up?" You asked, avoiding eye contact in the embarrassing case he said no."Yeah. I would like that a lot." He reached his hand out towards you, signaling you to take it, giggling when you do.

"You still remember our apartment number? Creep." You smiled, walking up the stairs, you started swinging your hands back and forth.

"I came here a few times when you were ignoring me, I almost knocked on your door but I ended up backing out." He looked down at your intertwined hands, his ears and nose turning a light red. He looked up as he recognized you two were on your floor.

"Pussy." You said jokingly, reaching into your purse to grab your key, unlocking your door when you reached it."

"You're so rude. I can't belive I like you. My taste concerns me." He chuckles, face softening as you laugh.

You look at him, seeing hes looking back at you. "Can I kiss you, Chan?" You ask, a sudden seriousness in your tone.

"I don't really think you deserve it." He smiled teasingly, dropping a hand to your waist and pulling you his direction.

"Shut up." You said, cupping his cheek and kissing him. He immediately reciprocated, putting his hand on the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss.

You whimper into the kiss when he bites your lip, he reached down to your thigh squeezing it before tapping it, indicating you should jump. You did, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom, you reaching behind him to shut the door.

He placed you on the bed, starting to kiss down your neck as you grabbed his hair. He lifted for a second, "You're so pretty. So fucking pretty." He said, making you sit up so he could pull off your shirt. He sat back for a minute admiring you. He smirked at the way you shrunk under his gaze.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby." He smiled up at you, pulling your pants down you legs and quickly taking off his shirt.

He immediately started kissing your stomach, slowly traling his way down to your thighs, biting them gently.

You traced your fingers up his arm, digging your nails into his bicep when he starts kissing your clothed cunt. "More. Sir, please..Fuck I need more!" You started moaning, not comprehending what you were saying.

He groaned against your cunt, starting to pull off your panties, as you reach up to unclasp your bra.

"Fuck call me that again." He said, immediately attaching his mouth to your neck, making his way down to your breasts. You moaned, intertwining your fingers in his hair and pulling when he got to your nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking slightly.

You grabbed at his pants, attempting to pull them down, failing miserably because of the angle. He stopped you, taking down his pants and boxers in one.

You moaned when you saw him fully, cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. He smirked at you, kissing you before pulling back.

"Condoms?" He asked, you looked at him, mentally cursing yourself.

"I don't have any..." You frowned. This is what you get for being bitchless you guess.

"I can go raid Lixs' drawers. Hold on, baby." He said, starting to pull his boxers back up.

"Or you can just fuck me raw." You said, suprising yourself with the amount of confidence you had in your tone.

He groaned at your words, putting a hand against your throat."You really know just what to say, huh?" He started, "Oh wait, you can't answer." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your jawline one more time.

"You're so fucking adorable. And you're all mine. I'm gonna fuck you everyday until the only person's name you remember is mine." He said, sudden seriousness in his voice. He started teasing your entrance with his cock, your arousal already acting as lubrication.

He moaned as he pushed inside you, "Fuck you're tight, baby. Feel so good." He said, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he tightened his grip around your neck.

He started thrusting into you, grabbing your thighs and pushing them to your chest so he could hit your sweet spot, cooing mockingly when you let out a whimper.

"Poor baby.. Does it feel too good?" He asked in fake sympathy, smiling when you nodded vigorously.

"Such a good girl, My good girl." He groaned, lifting his hand from your waist to rub your clit. He picked up his pace, his breathing becoming more rapid.

"I've waited for this for so long baby. Im fucking obsessed with you." He grunted, looking at your face and seeing your eyes shut tight.

"Cum? Please?" You asked with what little voice you had. He smiled at you, letting go of your neck so he could hear you moan as you came.

"Whenever you want, Baby. Whenever you want." He said softly, he reached down and intertwined your hands, squeezing them reassuringly.

"Thank you! Fuck, Thank you, sir." You started stringing together your words, arching your back off the bed.

He moaned your name as you came, his high immediately following yours, rubbing your thighs to try and soothe you. He laid down next to you when both of your highs turned into sensitivity.

The second you came back to reality, you immediately started laughing, Chan looked over confused,

"What? Was it bad?" He asks, nervousness apparent on his face.

"I'm obsessed with you! Oh my god, Babygirl." You said jokingly biting your lip and trying not to laugh again.

"Oh, shut up! Ms. Cum, Please." He said smiling over at you, reaching his hand over to brush the hair out of your face.

"You were going all Darth vader on me. you got a choking kink, Channie?" You smiled, raising a eyebrow. He started getting out of bed and heading towards you kitchen.

"Wowwww. You really slept with me for my food. We live in a society-" Your words were cut off as he returned with a bottle of water for you.

"Oh. Nevermind. Thanks!"

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Your vampire boyfriend gives you a ride home

General Plot: As a bartender, you meet a lot of people. You never expect to meet the vampire you met at one of your jobs again, but he's kind enough to offer you a ride home.

A/N: ADDITIONAL WARNING: This is a story for the older tumblerinas that I had in my mind. When I turned 30 I suddenly felt like there were no vampire stories for me? So this is with that in mind. If you're not 30+ you might not really like it, unless you want to pretend to be a jaded 30-something for a while...I've been dying to do more mind control yanderes and this was a good space for it

Vampire (Julius) x female reader (30+)

Word Count: 4k

W: sfw vampire fluff, yandere vampire, mind control/hypnosis, light kidnapping?

“You don’t look like you belong here,” the vampire said to you, leaning against the bar you were standing behind. You were filling in for the usual bartender at these kinds of parties, a much younger woman with big boobs. That’s what they always asked for.

“If that’s a crack at my age, you should know I’m also too old to fall for negging,” you shot back, finding somewhere else to look.

He chuckled.

“The opposite, really, you’re the most interesting woman here,” he said, smiling, revealing long fangs. He picked up one of the glasses of blood you were pouring and took a sip, looking out over the slew of 19-23 year old girls and boys the vampires had invited to entertain their party.

“These kids are just that,” he said, “children. They look like children, baby faces...”

He turned back to you.

“Women look like they have secrets,” he said, his sharp, red eyes peering at you over his glass, “I bet there’s a few things you’ve seen, maybe done, that will follow you to your grave.”

You looked a little incensed and shrugged. It was true, what grown woman didn’t have secrets? You’d all done something you hoped never saw the light of day, it was part of making mistakes and growing up. He wasn’t unique for guessing that.

“The same goes for me,” he laughed, looking at his drink and spinning the glass, “but that’s what makes you so much more fascinating. I won’t be so trite as to compare a woman to a glass of wine, but there’s something alluring about complexity. You’ve had heartbreaks. Triumphs."

"You’ve gotten high on your ego. You’ve been dragged down and humbled. You’ve created your own tragedies that you’ll always regret and they have formed you into a layered person. All things these kids have yet to experience. There’s nothing wrong with them…just…I’ve never been interested in innocence.”

“You’re bored then,” you said, ignoring his musings and wiping down the bar. It was late in the night and most of the vampires had found willing humans to feed from, no longer needing your services. The sooner they all filtered out to whatever dark caves they disappeared off to, the sooner you could pack up and go home.

“I’m here to serve drinks. I’m not good company,” you said blandly, “sure a handsome guy like you could find better pickings at a bar uptown.”

Sure he was handsome, with deep brown skin and black locs swept away from his face trailing down his back, but all vampires were good looking. They also liked to play games and drink blood, neither of which sparked your interest.

“I guess you caught me,” he said, “I hate coming to these things. I arrange them for the clan, so I have to be here, but parties got old a long time ago.”

He looked you over, considering what was under the crisp white button down you were wearing.

“But you’re wrong about one thing, I’m not going to find a more captivating woman anywhere else,” he said. “I’ve lived a long time, but I’ve never met someone who piqued my interest quite like you do.”

You laughed in his face.

“I’m sorry, but that sounds like a line,” you said, smirking, “and I’m a bit too complex to fall for those, too.”

You appreciated it, anyway, but you weren’t letting the smooth talking vamp make headway with you. You were going to go home alone to another peaceful night drinking tea and reading novels in bed, not getting chewed on, tossed aside by a vampire playboy, and taking an awkward Uber home at 4am. While that had been fun at 23 it had long since lost its shine.

The house lights went up and you almost let out a sigh of relief. The party was finally over.

“That’s my cue to make myself scarce,” you said, giving him a smile, “have a nice night, mister.”

You turned your back on him to pack up the rest of the blood bags you hadn’t used and when you flipped back around he was gone. Not thinking much of it, you finished cleaning up and headed home.

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Julius watched you from across the room. You’d never know he was there, slinking in the shadows. He was jealous of the way you were smiling at the man in front of you as you mixed his drink. He made a joke and you giggled, making his blood boil.

You weren’t taken with the man, just doing your job. There was a conference at the hotel and the after party was filled with forty-somethings mingling and sloppily dancing to 2000’s hits in ill fitting business casual.

Before he walked away Julius watched him slide his business card across the counter to you. You chuckled at his back as he walked off and dropped it in the fishbowl someone had placed on the bar for the raffle, making his rage deflate a little bit. He wasn’t the only man you rebuffed.

Julius was a hunter, though, in his 597 years of life he’d perfected his craft. He’d identified his prey and nothing would shake him off your trail. He’d been watching you, showing up to the parties you bartended at and creeping on you from the shadows. It had been weeks since he’d first talked to you.

In that time he’d learned your name was (Y/N), what catering company you worked for, and your home address. He knew the names of all your friends, who you were closest to and who you had drama with, and enough about your troubles to get a pretty good picture of you as a person.

He was fascinated with your complicated smiles and the walls you put up to keep people out. From following you, he knew you were self reliant and a homebody. You didn’t go on dates. You always turned men down even when you found them attractive. He’d watched you go home to read one of your spicy books alone night after night.

He was starting to learn what was a fake facade you put on for your customers and what genuinely pleased you, but it was all from so far away. You were a pretty bird that he could only observe. He wanted to get closer, but he didn’t want to frighten you away. How to arrange a meeting?

He glanced at the 40-something who had approached you, pulling him into the shadows and looking at him with his swirling red irises, whispering something to him before releasing him again.

When the party ended, fairly early due to the crowd, you packed up your bar and loaded up the van you used to transport the liquor and coolers.

“Looky here, it’s you again,” the man from before slurred as he appeared behind you.

You jumped, startled and narrowed your eyes at him.

“I’m just about to go,” you said, hurrying to put the last of the coolers in the van, but there was still some stuff to load.

“Why don’t you let me give you a hand, doll?” he asked, stumbling towards you, obviously drunk. You had no idea how he got so drunk because you didn’t remember giving him that many drinks.

“I’m really fine,” you said, holding up your hands to warn him off.

The drunk took this as an invitation and fell into you, trying to plant a kiss on you.

“Hey get off!” you growled, pushing at him.

“You started it, doll,” he purred in your ear, his hands finding your hips.

You were just going to push him away when he was suddenly removed from you.

“Get lost,” a deep voice said and the handsome vampire you remembered from the vampire party you catered a month ago appeared dragging the guy off of you by the collar.

The man blanched, looking suddenly very lucid and terrified, disappearing down the alley.

“Thanks,” you gasped, catching your breath, “that guy was a creep. If you hadn’t of been here…”

He smiled at you, flashing his sharp fangs.

“How auspicious that we meet again,” he said, “maybe this time you’ll let me introduce myself before you scurry off.”

Shaken from the attack and thankful for his help, you stuck out a shaking hand.

“(Y/N),” you said.

He took it, but instead of shaking it he folded himself down and kissed it.

“Julius,” he said.

You pulled your hand back, even though your heart fluttered a little. No one had ever done that before.

“Well…like I said, thanks…I should get going,” you said, slowly turning back to your stuff and putting the last of it in.

“It’s been a pleasure,” he said, “maybe I’ll see you again.”

You glanced out of your rearview and he was still standing there when you started the van and took off. There was a loud grinding noise and you hurriedly brought the van to a stop to try and figure out what it was. Julius appeared by your driver’s side window and pointed for you to roll it down.

“Seems we meet sooner than expected,” he laughed, “someone stole your back tire.”

You jumped out of the van and clucked in your throat when you saw that indeed, someone had stolen the tire from the van.

“Just great,” you groaned, fishing in your pocket for your phone to call someone and just to make your night, your phone battery had gone dead.

“Need some help?” Julius asked.

You turned back to him, rubbing your head.

“Yeah, actually, jeez…I’m so sorry to impose like this but is there any way I could use your phone or something to call someone?” you asked.

He smiled at you.

“I can do you one better and give you a ride home if you want,” he said, “we can call the tow truck in the car. I’d hate for you to have to sit out here in the dark on an obviously dangerous street until someone comes to pick you up.”

You looked around, acknowledging that you’d both been accosted and had your tire stolen on this street. It wasn’t looking good for your prospects.

“Okay…” you said, “but let me send a picture of your driver’s license to my friend…just you know, to make sure you’re not a wierdo.”

He chuckled, pulling out his wallet. He was happy to hand it over, because it was fake.

“Of course,” he said, “that’s perfectly reasonable. I want you to feel safe with me.”

He handed you his phone and you snapped the picture, typing in your closest friend’s number that hadn’t changed in the twenty years you’d known her. She was on vacation in Italy and wouldn’t see it, but this was all just to discourage any funny business anyway. He didn’t have to know that.

Ironically, since he’d been stalking you, Julius did know and smirked as you sent the message. When you were done you passed him his phone back and he led you to a sleek foreign sports car parked in the back lot.

“This is niiiiice,” you laughed as he opened the door for you, “I’m shocked you still have all of your tires.”

Julius stiffened imperceptibly and if you’d thought about that statement for a minute or more you might have saved yourself a lot of trouble. Or maybe you were already stuck in the spider’s web and it was too late.

Whatever the case, the door shut with a click as you sat down and Julius swung around to the opposite side to slide into the driver’s seat. To your surprise he tugged your chin to face him. You would have been annoyed or startled, but when your eyes met his swirling red ones you only felt a sense of peace.

“I’m taking you to your house,” he said, evenly.

You nodded, believing him because he’d hypnotized you. He’d ensured that you didn’t struggle while he took you to his. He wanted to talk to you, not watch you sleep in his passenger’s seat.

Having stalked you for a month, he wanted to hear your voice…see your eyes flicker when you spoke with him. When he let go of your chin, it never even occurred to you to tell him where you lived.

Instead you leaned forward and nervously fussed with his music system, swiping through songs on the touch screen. His scent was filling the space, some kind of expensive cologne mixed with a masculine musk unique to him, and making your head a little swimmy and maybe your heart a little fluttery.

You strategically avoided situations like this, chronically single for a reason. Significant others came with compromises and you were happy with your life. Over years you’d built it to be what you wanted it to be. No, you weren’t rich, but you could buy the things you wanted, within reason, and had a comfortable roof over your head filled with the things that comforted you.

Your own frugality and ingenuity gave you a lot of pride. You’d DIY’ed a bunch of things to make them nice and you did your own car maintenance. You felt whole. The idea of changing your world, carefully crafted over the course of decades to make room for some unreliable stranger seemed simply unappealing.

Now you were all fluttery and your hands were sweaty and it annoyed you. It was a threat to your way of life.

“You listen to Death Cab…?” you snorted, staunchly pushing him away with the first thing that caught your eye, “what are you a moody teenage girl from the early 2000’s?”

He smirked at you and reached over your hand with his larger, cooler one, pressing play.

The stormy, proggy guitar riffs that were enigmatic in 2004 drifted out of the speakers all around you. You jerked your hand back, cheeks burning.

As the music pulled you back to an earlier time when you smoked pot with some boy who’s name and face you didn’t even remember anymore while you avoided a party on a rooftop, listening to this song filtered through the shingles under your feet.

Oh, instincts are misleading…you shouldn’t think what you’re feeling…

You’d believed in love then. Maybe you’d thought you’d loved that boy that you couldn’t even remember. Just like the song love was campy, but annoyingly poignant and you felt your eyes water with some kind of wistfulness you weren’t used to feeling.

Surprising even yourself you snorted when another song you recognized played.

“I had my first time to this song,” you laughed, blushing at admitting something so personal on a whim, but smiling to yourself, “god, how things have changed…”

We looked like giants, in the back of my gray subcompact, fumbling to make contact…

He tipped his head to the side, glancing at you while trying to keep his eyes on the road. He really just wanted to look at your glowing face on the brink of tears at a silly album he had in his music collection.

“You’re telling me,” he laughed, “want to hear what I had my first time to?”

Your head snapped to him, interested. A vampire’s song? You had to know.

He flipped through the songs until the sound of lutes and flutes filled the car and you couldn’t hold back your giggle when a deep voice singing in Italian bellowed something that sounded maybe like opera?

He smiled at you, tapping his hands on the steering wheel and flashing his fangs.

“You laugh, but this was extremely popular in my time,” he said, “Guacomo was a genius!”

You gave him a pacifying nod, smothering a snicker and remembering that oldies in vampire time was very different from yours, as he sang a few lines with a booming baritone.

“It’s kind of a bop,” you said, acknowledging that the flutes were nice. Giving him a devious look you asked him a question he liked.

“So where was it?” you asked.

“My first time?”

You nodded and he laughed.

“In a brothel my father took me to. I was so frightened I almost couldn’t do it, but she was a kind woman. Took me right in my chair in the middle of the performance.”

He was too polite to ask you yours, so, because it was fair, you told him.

“Mine was in the back of a Chrysler Sebring,” you chuckled, “on a very rainy day after I finished a job interview.”

He laughed out loud.

“After a job interview?!” he chuckled, “naughty girl. Did you get the job?”

You nodded and he grinned. The air in the car had cleared and you’d gotten so comfortable you hadn’t even noticed he’d stopped until then.

“Where are we?” you asked, looking around at the underground parking lot he’d driven you into.

He looked into your eyes.

“You asked me to bring you to my house,” he said, “we are getting along so well you don’t want the night to end just yet. You want to have a cup of tea, but you’re all out.”

“Oh, right,” you said, chuckling that you’d forgotten and letting him help you out of the car.

He had to stifle his grin as he led his unsuspecting little lamb up the elevator that would deposit the two of you at his penthouse.

“This is beautiful,” you gasped at the lovely apartment.

It was wide and open with an almost 180 degree view of the city and the river running beside it. Stars sparkled in the night’s sky, above the light pollution. His decor was sleek and modern in light, cool colors.

You jumped as a vampire servant appeared, silently taking Julius’ coat.

“Bring my guest some tea,” he said over his shoulder as he led you out onto the terrace wrapping around the building. A small swimming pool was built into the balcony with a hot tub, but he led you to a couch under an elegantly designed propane heater.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you had the sneaking suspicion something wasn’t right, but it had been so long since you’d been alone, intimately with a man you were kind of getting drawn into the attention and the environment. The weather was a little chilly, but it was warm under the heater.

He cupped your elbow as he got you comfortable on the couch, sliding next to you. Not too close to spook you, but close enough to be a bit thrilling. He’d played this cat and mouse game with a thousand other women, but no chase was as exciting as this one. He didn’t plan on having you for a night and then tossing you aside.

His plans for you were much, much bigger. Some part of him had been looking for his dream woman since his first time, but women had always just been…unmemorable. It didn’t matter if they were glamorous, perfect vampires like him or innocent human twenty-somethings, he found them utterly dull, until you.

When he’d first spotted you in your crisp white shirt, he’d immediately frowned. He thought someone had put a spell on him or a glamor on you. He’d never responded so viscerally to a woman before, his cold heart thudding in his chest. And when you’d put him off…he’d been sure you were sent from the Goddess herself to punish him.

You weren’t perfect, like some plastic doll. Your face had character, framed with the rogue gray hairs you stubbornly refused to pluck or dye and fine lines around the corners of your eyes. Your boobs weren’ that ideal ratio teenage boys who’d never been near a woman’s breasts before had determined was beautiful and your stomach wasn’t tight. But all of those imperfect strokes painted a ceaselessly lovely picture for Julius.

You looked like he’d dreamed you with all of his favorite little quirks, the way your teeth were spaced and the shape of your nose…they would all seem not quite perfect to anyone else, but to him…they were exactly what he would have chosen if he'd designed you himself.

He knew it was a little cliche, but he had to ask. “It’s surprising a sophisticated, pretty woman such as yourself is still single,” he murmured, glancing over your face.

Your cheeks warmed slightly.

“I like my life,” you said, confidently, “never needed a man, I guess.”

“Maybe never needed,” he agreed, “but never wanted?”

You swallowed thickly as a pot of tea and a cup was set out for you by the silent butler.

You took a sip of the too hot liquid before answering.

“Romance just never seemed important,” you replied, “I have friends. I can buy myself everything that I need.”

He scoffed.

“Now that’s interesting,” he said, patting his knee, “because the only thing I can confidently say I’ve learned in all of my 597 years is that love is the most important thing. Everything else…dust…but love never had a form. It lasts forever, hovering in the aether. Even death can’t kill it.”

He narrowed his shrewd eyes at you.

“I see we have to disconnect you from your comfort objects,” he said, thoughtfully.

You wrinkled your brow at him, a little confused, but just laughed it off. People said strange things all the time, maybe you’d missed something.

“I want you to kiss me,” he said, this time to you.

“What?” you asked, a little taken aback at his direct approach.

He smirked.

“As an experiment. If you really aren’t missing anything, then there’s nothing to worry about. You’ll kiss me, it’ll mean nothing and you’ll have won the bet.”

“Your wager is I am missing something?” you asked, “something you have?”

He nodded, an amused smile playing on his lips. You chuckled.

“Okaaay, that’s one of the more interesting lines I’ve heard to get a kiss, but I’ll bite,” you said, then gave him a more serious look, “but only one. This isn’t an invitation.”

He nodded innocently, agreeing.

You couldn’t help but like Julius. He was handsome and a little bit charming. Kissing him wasn’t really a hardship. You were willing to try it. Carefully, you placed your tea cup on the saucer and smoothed your hands on your pants. You gave him a careless look to let him know you were absolutely not going to fall for this, before, leaning in and pushing your fingertip under his chin to lift it just a bit.

Then you tipped your head to the side and pressed your lips against his. He let you stay in charge for just a moment, his cool lips moving just slightly under your warmer ones. Then you felt his hand take yours, pulling it aside, while his arm circled around you nudging you into him. His tongue brushed your bottom lip as he deepened the kiss and you saw sparks when yours automatically followed his, just lightly scraping one of his fangs.

He had a slightly coppery taste with a bit of spice and your mouth watered just a bit, tasting him. Your lips and mouths moved together like they’d always known one another. Like this wasn’t your first kiss, but one you’d given him a thousand times, yet was never less exciting than the first. You would have been startled if you hadn’t been so lost in it.

He didn’t want to pull away from you, knowing he could push for more…but again, he didn’t just want one night with you. He had to be careful how he approached you, so he let his mouth drift from yours, delighted when your head followed his just a bit, chasing him.

His red eyes sparkled down at you.

“Did I win the bet?” he asked.

“Hmm?”

He chuckled and you blinked, your eyes focusing and your sense slowly coming back to you. You hurried out of his arms.

“No,” you said, quickly.

“No?” he asked, very amused, because he knew you were lying.

You tried to school your very guilty features. That was a good enough kiss it was actually difficult to lie about. You definitely wanted another one, but you absolutely did not want to ask for it. Your emotions were all over the place. He read the slight panic rising in you and, though it was amusing, decided to play the long game.

“Why don’t we call it a night?” he said, “you won the bet, so I’ll give you a favor.”

You looked at him.

“What?”

He shrugged.

“Whatever you like,” he said, “think about it…a favor from a vampire is valuable. Don’t waste it.”

You chuckled at him and shook your head at the strange statement.

“I should probably be heading home,” you said, finally.

He grinned at you with a knowing look and tipped his head to the side, his eyes sparkling.

“You’re too tired to go home tonight,” he said evenly, “you want to sleep in my guest room.”

You yawned as his hypnosis worked and your eyes got heavy.

“I’m so tired,” you said, “thank you for offering me your guest room. I think I’ll head to bed now.”

He nodded and waved his hand. To your surprise the butler eerily appeared.

“He’ll show you to your room,” he said and you followed the butler out, only glancing back once over your shoulder to see Julius was watching you with glowing eyes as you walked away.

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tlouslut · 1 year

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“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

Words: 1000ish

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You had made a mistake it seemed. Dina invited you to a small party she and Jesse were having. She promised not to let you get too drunk, she also promised that Ellie wasn't coming. (You have had a crush on the beautiful red head since the summer prior when you all went camping together).She had shared a tent with you while Jesse and Dina shared the other.

Dina had fallen through on both her promises. The bonfire that was burning in the backyard had nothing in the burn of the alcohol down your throat. You knew you should stop drinking but every time you started sobering up you kept remembering that Ellie didn't like you back. After dating Cat, the amazing tattoo artist, you felt unsure. You'd been avoiding Ellie for a few weeks now as your feelings were growing more apparent.

"(YN)?" A cool voice laced with worry came from behind you. You turned seeing Ellie leaning against the doorway. Everyone else was outside by the bonfire listening to music and chatting, you had gone inside for a shot. Needing the liquid courage to interact with the other people of Jackson. Now you regretted the alcohol turning in your stomach.

"Ellie?" Your voice sounded weird to you. You leaned against the counter top bracing yourself against the cool stone.

"Holy fuck you're drunk." Ellie observed walking towards you, pulling a glass from the cabinet she poured you a glass of water.

"Dina said... Dina said you didn't want to come tonight. Usually I'm not like this I promise." You slurred. Ellie chuckled leaning against the counter next to you, her arm brushing yours.

"I wasn't, then she said you'd be here." Ellie mused, you could feel her green eyes watching you. You took a long drink of the water, savoring the coolness.

"Why would you come to party that I'm at?" You asked, hope fluttering in your chest.

"Why wouldn't I is the better question." Ellie scoffed. Before you could reply Dina came into the kitchen.

"(YN)! There you are." Dina breathed in relief. You caught her guilty brown gaze. She was the only one who knew about your feelings for Ellie. "Hey Ellie, good to see you!" She smiled hugging the red head quickly.

"Hey Dina, she's pretty wasted. I might take her home." Ellie said quietly, you opened your mouth to protest. You weren't sure if Ellie knew and was rejecting you or not. You didn't want to know.

"Yeah that's probably a good idea." Dina agreed, Ellie took your arm looping it through hers. When her back was turned Dina gave you a big grin and thumbs up.

"I'm sorry. You don't have to take responsibility for me, you should go back and enjoy the party." You rambles as Ellie walked you through the front yard onto the main sidewalk.

"I got what I came for actually." Ellie hummed bumping her shoulder into yours.

"Me?" You asked oblivious, your head began to spin a bit.

"Yes you. Why have you been avoiding me?" Ellie asked. Your stomach dropped, of course she noticed. You frowned looking at anywhere but her.

"If I'm completely honest I'm not sure. I've missed you even though it's me pushing you away." You sighed. Ellie stopped walking tugging you so you're facing her, she gently squeezed your arm.

"I've missed you too (YN)." Ellie admitted, her beautiful eyes boring into yours. You felt your eyes begin to water, you stepped forward into her arms.

"It's so stupid." You sniffled into her shoulder.

"What is?" She asked.

"I was pushing you away because I like you." The alcohol gave you the extra push you needed to confess your feelings. Ellie pulled back to look at you and your stomach flipped.

"Really?" Ellie breathed. You could only nod, feeling you cheeks burn in embarrassment. Ellie held your hand and then continued your walk back to your house, but then Ellie made a turn and you realized she was leading you to her house. Once you barely made it up the steps on her porch with your jelly legs, Ellie let go of your hand to hold the door open to you.

"Ellie? Are you sure you don't want me to go back to my house? I don't want to ruin your night off." You said, worry clear in your voice. Ellie motioned for you to take a seat on her couch, and then she sat down next to you. She was unusually quiet. You braced yourself for her rejection.

"No. I want you to stay here, for the night. Fuck stay forever if you want." Ellie scratched the back of her neck. Ellie was nervous?

"I'd love that." You sighed tearing your gaze from the striking woman so close to you.

"Really?" Ellie sounded surprised.

"Of course, I really like you Ellie." Your cheeks burned, you felt like you were going to explode.

"I like you too (YN). I thought you were pushing me away because you knew I liked you and didn't want to hurt my feelings." Ellie confessed reaching across the couch to hold your hand. You gripped her freckled hand, it didn't feel real. The woman you'd loved for so long returned your feelings.

"I'm sorry I avoided you." You apologized, tilting forward so your head rested against her shoulder.

"(YN)?" Ellie's voice held a note of nervousness. You pulled away, not too far of course, you were still close enough to her to feel her breath warm your face. Her emerald eyes searching yours, flicking to your lips and then back to your eyes.

"Ellie, why haven't you kissed me yet?" You asked drunkenly. The alcohol made you feel like your eyelids weighed pounds and were trying to close. Sleep was so tempting but you wanted to stay up with Ellie.

"Go to sleep, I'll kiss you in the morning. When you're hungover that is." Ellie joked. She made you drink a glass of water and some aspirin, and tucked you in on her couch. As you had begun to fall asleep, you felt a pair of lips brush your forehead, and knew tomorrow morning your whole world would be changed.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 11 months

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Note: request by @andakth. eeek thank you!! I hope you will like this! And to all readers: always feel free to like, reblog and let me know what you thought 🖤

Warnings: angst, hints of suicidal tendencies/destructive behaviour, mention of alcohol, heartbreak, and few degrading insults.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: You had been planning a surprise party for your boyfriend, Sihtric, except he thought you were seeing someone else, as you became secretive and distant.

Word count: 5.5k

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'Tell me where you were last night and with who. I will not ask you again!'

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'No, no,' you giggled quietly, 'he's not suspecting a thing, I swear. Did you send the invitations to everyone? Okay, good! Thanks! I know. I can't wait to see his face on his birthday. But I should hang up now before he wonders why I'm out in the garden again at night. Yes, bye, bye!'

You opened the backdoor, walking in as nonchalantly as you could and sunk into the couch, next to your boyfriend.

'What were you doing?' Sihtric asked and pulled you closer. You smiled and pecked his cheek.

'Nothing.'

An awkward silence fell, which rarely happened between the two of you in all those 6 years of being together.

'You've been on your phone a lot lately, no?' he chuckled lightly.

'And?' you frowned.

'Well, it's… I mean… just… nevermind. Are we still on for our date night tomorrow?'

Every month you and Sihtric always had at least one date night. In between work, family and friends, it was sometimes tough to spend some quality time together, and the last thing you wanted was for your relationship to become boring. You'd go do something you both liked and it always ended with some hot and steamy sex afterwards. Tomorrow you'd have dinner at your favourite restaurant, then on to see a newly released movie, which Sihtric picked, and after the movie, or perhaps during the movie if it was boring, you'd make sweet love to him.

'Of course,' you smiled and raked your fingers through his long hair.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled softly and kissed your cheek.

Suddenly your phone blew up with messages, and you quickly locked your screen when Sihtric tried to see who it was.

'Who's texting this late? It's nearly midnight.'

'Oh, it's… some group chat I got dragged into. But hey, I'm going to bed. You joining, babe?'

Sihtric gave you a confused look and felt something was off. You usually never hid your phone from him, but he noticed you did it a lot the past few weeks, and he knows you hate group chats so much, you always leave them immediately. That, and the fact you had been making a lot of phone calls late at night was making him feel uneasy. Sihtric tried to shake the feeling each day and blamed it on him just being tired from another day's work. But he just knew you were keeping something from him.

'I'll come up after I finish my drink.'

'Okay,' you smiled and leaned in to him, tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and trailed your fingers slowly over his cheek to his chin, pushing up slightly to kiss his lips, 'good night, handsome. I love you.'

'Good night, honey, love you too.'

'You better,' you grinned, 'don't stay up too late.'

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You: babe I'm so sorry

You: we have to cancel date night :(

You: I suddenly have to work longer tonight

Sihtric: for real?

Sihtric: babyyyyyy

Sihtric: :(

You: I'm so sorry sweetie I promise I'll make it up

Sihtric: what time are you off? We can still get a drink maybe?

Shit, you thought, he's not letting it go easy. You didn't have to work overtime, but Uhtred texted you and wrote it was urgent, as it was for Sihtric's surprise party in two weeks. Sihtric loved this fancy Asian place downtown, and Finan had just found out that, if you paid enough, they'd do catering at home, but it needed to be decided tonight if you wanted to get it all fixed in time.

You: I'm sorry babe but I don't know. There's some issues with the computers… data is lost and all that

Sihtric: for fuck sakes :'(

Sihtric: well… text me when you're done okay? I don't want you taking the bus back home late at night, I'll come pick you up

You: ohh, my private driver makes an appearance again?

Sihtric: I'll give you a private ride later, and I'm not talking about my car baby

You: you're already driving me wild ;)

Sihtric: … you just killed the mood

You giggled and kicked your feet stupidly. He still had that effect on you after all those years. And you knew for a fact that Sihtric was laughing out loud back home now, he loved your stupid puns. And god, how you loved that boy. You were both simply smitten, from the start all up until now, it was probably sickening to some people.

You hated having to cancel your night with Sihtric, but you knew he was going to lose his mind when his birthday arrived. You, Finan, Uhtred and Osferth had been planning a surprise party for months already, but now that date got closer, it started to become trickier to get things done. Uhtred had arranged the invitations and sent them out to everyone, Finan had looked into the food, and you were making sure to get a deal with that restaurant tonight, while Osferth had been using his connections to get a good dj to play at the party for a decent price. You were in charge of the decorations and simply the person to contact if anyone had a question. It had been hard to keep it hidden from Sihtric, making you a little more secretive and even distant at times as there was so much to take care of, and last night was a close call when he almost saw the group chat.

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The meeting at the restaurant had taken up most of the night. By the time you were done it was already past midnight and you knew Sihtric would be asleep already, so you didn't bother to take your phone out to text him. Therefore you also had no idea Sihtric had been texting and calling you for a few hours already. Uhtred insisted on driving you home and dropped you off at the corner of your street. You locked the front door behind you and tried to be as quiet as possible, so you wouldn't wake up Sihtric.

'Where have you been?'

Sihtric's low voice startled you and you dropped your keys. The house was completely dark so you expected him in bed.

'Fuck! Babe, you scared the hell out of me! Why are you sitting in the dark?'

You chuckled lightly at your scare while kicking your shoes off and switched on a light.

'You didn't answer my question.'

You didn't recognize the look on his face or the tone in his voice. And to be honest, it frightened you a little. Sihtric was always impressive looking. Tall, muscular, a neck tattoo and a few finger tattoos, a couple of scars graced his stunning face and all that combined with his dark, shoulder length, permanently messy looking hair made him the typical handsome mysterious guy. But you knew about his troubled past and also knew Sihtric was self destructive if he'd spiral out of control. Since he got together with you it had overall had gone really well. But you couldn't place the energy he gave you right now and it worried you.

'Sihtric, are you okay?'

'You tell me.'

'H-have you been drinking?' you asked cautiously as you walked over to him.

'Answer my fucking question!' he suddenly snapped, for the first time in all those years he raised his voice at you in anger.

'Sihtric, what the hell is going on wi-'

'I called your work an hour ago,' he interrupted, awfully calm again and your stomach dropped, 'they told me you weren't there and that you didn't work any overtime tonight. So I texted and I called you, worried sick about your whereabouts,' he scoffed, 'and you didn't answer, or even read anything. And then you show up out of nowhere, in the middle of the night, perfectly happy.'

'Babe, I… I went for a drink with the boys,' you half lied.

Sihtric nodded and clicked his tongue, 'while you were supposed to go out with me? Okay.'

He got up from the couch and walked past you, not even looking into your eyes and he said, 'your boss also told me you haven't worked any overtime at all these past few weeks.' And he made his way upstairs.

'Sihtric, I'm sorry, I-' you got interrupted by the bedroom door being slammed shut loudly.

************

You expected that the next day would be better, Sihtric just had to sleep it off. He could never stay mad at you, even if this was the angriest he had been with you.

It was Saturday morning when the sun woke you up. You felt Sihtric was still in bed so, as usual, you nestled against his side and pecked his cheek sleepily to wake him up. Sihtric loved it when you did that, always humming softly with a smile on his face when you planted soft kisses all over him before you dozed off in his arms again.

'Hey, pretty boy,' you whispered when he blinked sleepily, and you wrapped an arm around him to get closer, but he quickly brushed your arm away and abruptly got out of bed.

'Baby?' you called after him, half awake, 'where are you going? It's still early and it's the weekend. Want you in bed with me, love.'

Sihtric never replied and stomped down the stairs. You didn't understand, but quickly dozed off again.

When you went downstairs, hours later, you found Sihtric asleep on the couch. You frowned at the sight of your breathtaking man, but figured that maybe he just couldn't sleep anymore when you had kissed him awake so he had gone downstairs, only to still be taken by sleep. You woke him up when you had made him breakfast, which he reluctantly seemed to eat as he sat across from you at the kitchen table. Another sign that something was wrong, because Sihtric loved it when you made him breakfast, yet now he could barely swallow it down.

'Honey, what is going on?'

'Nothing,' he said curtly.

'Babe, you haven't been yourself-'

Sihtric spooked you as he smashed his cup down on the wooden table, and you looked at him with big eyes.

'Uhtred said he never saw you last night,' he spat.

'what?'

'Finan said he never saw you last night.'

You felt your cheeks heat up as he spoke. Obviously he had asked the boys if they had seen you last night, as it was odd for you to grab a drink with them without inviting Sihtric, and naturally, the boys had denied seeing you as they thought he was suspecting something about the surprise party. So they all made up alibis and covered up their meeting with you at the restaurant. And both alibis you had given Sihtric, where now known as lies to him.

'And, guess what,' Sihtric chuckled lightly but insincere, 'Osferth said he never saw you either.'

He sat back and tilted his head slightly, licking his lips as he crossed his arms and stared at you, waiting for another lie to come out of your mouth. You contemplated telling him the truth, but you were so close to his birthday now, you didn't want to ruin everything you had all worked on for so long. He would get over this in a day or two.

'What are you trying to say, Sihtric?'

'Where were you last night?'

'I already told you.'

'No,' he raised his voice, 'tell me where you were last night and with who. I will not ask you again!'

'Are you accusing me of something here?'

You watched Sihtric suddenly get up. He took his car keys and slipped on his shoes, then he slammed the front door behind him without saying another word. You sat shocked and bewildered in your quiet home and you immediately texted the three men.

You: guys, serious fucking problem here

You: Sihtric found out both reasons I gave him for not being home last night are a lie

Finan: aye I thought it was odd he asked us if we had seen you

Uhtred: what did he say?

Osferth: I'm sorry… I didn't know you told him you had a drink with us

You: no it's not your fault, I never expected Sihtric to become suspicious enough to ask you guys

You: but he has been pissed off since last night

You: he just stormed out the door

Finan: he just texted me

Finan: forwarded message:

Sihtric: are you home? I need a fucking drink.

You: fuck…

Finan: what did you tell him?

You: nothing, I couldn't come up with another lie…

Uhtred: Finan, let us know what he says. We can't let this spiral out of control.

Osferth: I think we just have to be honest to him…

Uhtred: no!

Finan: no!!!!!

You: I considered it but we're so close to the party…

Uhtred: we have to keep this up for a few more days, okay?

You: I agree. Please keep an eye on him, Finan, text me if there's something I need to know.

Osferth: okay, but it doesn't feel right

Finan: not a word to Sihtric! And I will keep you updated lady

*************

Finan had informed everyone that Sihtric hadn't said a single things about his struggle with you. Sihtric claimed he needed a drink because work had been stressing him out, and when Finan left the pub, Sihtric left with him and he swore he saw Sihtric get into his car, sober enough to drive as he only had one beer. You all sighed in relief. It was probably not as bad as you feared it was and you weren't really worried about him when he didn't show up after Finan told you he had left the pub over an hour ago already. You assumed he had gone for a walk near the river, which he often did to clear his head. But when it was already after dinner time, and he still wasn't home, you tried to call him. When he didn't answer, you texted him.

You: hey love, coming home soon?

Hours passed and you were simply left on read. You were about to go to bed, feeling slightly sick because you couldn't shake the feeling things were not okay, until Sihtric suddenly got home.

'Sihtric?' you jumped up from the couch, 'where have you been? I was so worried about you, babe.'

He didn't look at you and then you saw the state he was in. Completely drunk, smelling like cigarettes and alcohol and he simply looked like shit, albeit still handsome. But then you wondered how the hell he got home.

'Hey… hey, did you drive home like this?' you asked firmly, but he ignored you, 'Sihtric!'

'No!' he snarled, struggling to take off his shoes before he stumbled up the stairs, barely able to stand on his legs, he climbed into bed, not even bothering to change his clothes before he passed out. Tonight you slept on the couch. And you slept separately for a few more days after that.

***************

There were only 2 days left until the party now, and the past few days had been a struggle. You both had been working during the day and only saw each other during dinner. Or at least, you hoped. Sihtric had no desire to eat with you, so each evening he took his plate and ate in front of the tv. Whenever you joined him he would simply ignore you and he barely spoke to you. And you had enough of it.

'We're going to talk about this now.'

'There's nothing to talk about,' he huffed.

'Clearly there is!'

'If you want to talk, you can call your lover or whoever the fuck you've been texting and calling day and night. Don't think I never noticed how you're on your phone when you thought I was asleep. I hear you giggle and whisper in the garden at night, and you became distant around the same time too. I'm not a fucking idiot.'

'I'm sorry, what? You… you don't actually think I'm… I'm cheating or something? Babe, after all these years?' You were heartbroken at his accusation, and you wanted to come clean so badly but it was only two more sleeps. Two more mornings until he'd understand it all.

'I don't even care if you are seeing someone else,' he shrugged, but clearly hurt, 'if my cock's not good enough for you anymore then go, leave, find someone else.'

'You… you got this all wrong.'

'Stop being such a lying bitch!' Sihtric suddenly yelled.

You teared up as he broke in tears and he sprinted up the stairs, only to storm out the door several minutes later, once again without saying another word to you.

************

You: Sihtric, please, come back home! Why did you take most of your clothes?! Where are you??????

You: I swear it's not what you think

You: I promise you will understand it soon

Sihtric: I understand it perfectly clear

You: babe where are you?!

Sihtric: far away from you love

Sihtric: so don't worry about me

Sihtric: you can do your thing now baby

Sihtric: go whore around like you've been doing already

Sihtric: enough men will enjoy a pretty little thing like you

Sihtric: so have fun baby girl because I'm done

Sihtric: we're done.

You: Sihtric no please listen

Sihtric: don't ever fucking text me again.

You: SIHTRIC

You: NO WAIT!!!

You: BABY CALL ME!!! PLEASE!!

Your hands were shaking and then you suddenly saw your last message was not delivered: you had been blocked. You called Uhtred as you sobbed uncontrollably, but he barely understood you on the phone so he said he'd come over.

***************

'He left me!' you sobbed as you nearly fell in Uhtred's arms.

'What?'

'He broke up with me, he t-took his clothes and he- he blocked my number,' you broke down again and couldn't get out another word.

'Sihtric broke up with you?! Why?'

'He- he thinks I'm cheating…'

'What? No! Fuck!'

Uhtred sat you down on your couch and called Sihtric, putting him on speaker so you could hear him too.

'Uhtred?' Sihtric's voice sounded hoarse, clearly he had been crying.

'Sihtric, where are you?'

'On my way to Finan… if he's home.'

'You come back home, now. Right now, Sihtric,' Uhtred said sternly, 'what the hell are you thinking? Breaking up with you girl? For what?'

'She's fucking cheating on me, Uhtred!' his voice made you cry again, you had never heard him sound this broken and angry before, but you kept as quiet as possible.

'No, Sihtric, go home and meet me there. Now!'

'No! I never have to see that bitch again!'

'You better get back here or I will beat the shit out of you when I find you.'

'Fuck you.'

'Sihtric! Listen to me!' Uhtred yelled at his phone, 'she has been talking and texting these past few weeks with me! She's planning a surprise party for your birthday, you fucking idiot!'

Silence. Which lasted for seconds and you held your breath.

'What?' Sihtric asked.

'She's been organising a surprise party for you. Of course she couldn't tell you who she was calling with. And we had to call that late at night in the hopes you would be asleep or simply not notice it!'

'You called her?'

'He did!' you suddenly yelled out, 'baby, please! Come back!' you cried.

'Oh. Oh, he's with you now?' Sihtric's voice became slightly higher, mocking as he felt betrayed, 'you've been calling and texting one of my best friends behind my back?'

'What?!' you yelled.

'For your party!' Uhtred shouted.

'Yeah, sure. Okay. Hey, have fun together, yeah? Go fuck yourselves.'

Sihtric broke the connection and you looked at Uhtred in disbelief.

'He thinks you're… cheating with me?' Uhtred said, shocked, not knowing what to do.

You started sobbing again and Uhtred called Finan, who immediately came over to your home. In all the confusion and stress Uhtred forgot to mention that Sihtric was on his way to Finan. So when Sihtric rang Finan's doorbell, no one opened up. Then he went to Osferth, who hadn't seen the groupchat yet which explained what was going on, and he happily let Sihtric in.

'She's been cheating?'

'With Uhtred!' Sihtric said as he downed another few shots. He couldn't numb himself fast enough, and Osferth had all kinds of alcohol for that.

'Uhtred?' Osferth frowned, confused. Osferth was a good guy, but a little naive, he had no idea this was all connected to the surprise party, and he genuinely thought you were cheating on Sihtric for amoment.

'The bitch,' Sihtric spat, 'I gave her everything! Everything! My entire fucking heart. My life. And she just… Fuck!' he kicked Osferth's table in anger, causing the tiny, empty liquor bottles to fall over, and he broke down in tears. 'I don't know what to do,' Sihtric cried, face buried in his hands, 'I love her so much. I can't seem to breathe… I can't fucking breathe without her. I lost everything… it's… I just want to die.'

'No, no,' Osferth said quickly, wrapping his arms around Sihtric's shocking shoulders, 'you… you have to talk to her. She… she loves you. I don't understand.'

'I just want to fucking die,' Sihtric cried in Osferth's arms.

*************

'Are ye fucking joking?' Finan said, bewildered once he heard the whole story from you and Uhtred. He took out his phone and called Sihtric.

'Yeah?' Sihtric picked up, clearly drunk.

'Sihtric! Ye come back home, now. This has been a misunderstanding.'

'Y-you're with… with the t-traitor and that.. That w..whore?' he slurred heavily.

'Aye, ye bastard! No one's cheating on ye!'

'Sihtric, come home, please!' you yelled.

'Are you with.. With them, Fin? Are… you defending them?' Sihtric chuckled drunk, 'oh… oh you're fu--fucking her too, huh?' Sihtric giggled, 'I knew it… you… you fucking… Irish..fucking…prick,' he belched, 'fuck…. youuuu! And fuck that stupid bitch! And fuck.. Fuck all of you!'

'No, ye donkey!' Finan snarled, 'we're planning a surp-

'Hey, hey, Osferth!' Sihtric slurred to his friend next to him, 'Finan's …do…doing her too!' he laughed.

'Sihtric!' Uhtred snapped.

But Sihtric hung up.

*************

'I'm going over to Osferth,' you sniffled, 'he has to be at his place.'

'No, it will cause more harm,' Uhtred warned you.

'Aye, he's drunk as hell, there's no talking with him now. Let him sober up.'

*********

'What? Finan?' Osferth frowned.

'I… I could've known… I saw a group chat… she's in a groupchat with all of them.'

'A group chat?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric nodded slowly, nearly cross eyed from the amount of alcohol in his system, 'I bet it's… a group fuck… Osferth?'

'Yes?'

'Are you in- in that chat?'

'What?'

'Are y-you… fucking her… her too?'

Suddenly poor Osferth made the connection. Sihtric had seen the late night group texts from the birthday chat.

'Oh, heavens. Sihtric, you need to sleep.'

'I need to die,' Sihtric chuckled, which slowly faded into a pained expression and a trembling lip. Sihtric pushed his hands in his hair and started to cry, 'I feel so fucking empty. My heart hurts… my… my chest aches so much and I can't breathe. I don't… I don't want to live like this.'

'Go sleep this off, we will talk tomorrow.'

Osferth helped Sihtric over to his couch, and he waited until he was sure Sihtric was asleep. Then he took out his own phone.

Osferth: Sihtric is asleep on my couch

Osferth: he thinks you're all sleeping together

Finan: fucking dickhead he is

Uhtred: what did you tell him?

You: is he okay? Please tell me if he is okay? Is he hurt?

Osferth: well he's heartbroken, so I suppose he is hurt…

You: please keep an eye on him, Osferth, I don't know what he is capable of right now…

Osferth: and I didn't tell him anything

Osferth: I actually only just made the connection myself

Osferth: he thinks this group chat is just a chat to have group… sex

You: what!?

Uhtred: does he know you're in it?

Osferth: no…

Finan: that explains why he thinks this is a sex group chat

Finan: he wouldn't think so anymore if ye told him you're in it

Osferth: prick

You: guys shut the fuck up

You: I need Sihtric back… I can't live without him

Uhtred: Finan and I are staying over here tonight, you get Sihtric here as soon as he wakes up!

Osferth: I will, I promise.

***********

Sihtric had woken up around noon, with a huge hangover. Osferth told him to shower and put on some clean clothes while he would make something to eat. Reluctantly, Sihtric did as he was told. In the shower he remembered bits and pieces of the previous day, and he started crying his heart out. When he joined Osferth at his kitchen table, he sniffled as he fought his nonstop tears.

'I am driving you over after you eat, you need to talk to her. And eat!'

'I can't face her,' Sihtric said, barely louder than a whisper, wiping away a tear as another already rolled down, 'I can't even think of her. It hurts too much. I… I thought,' he let out a sob, 'I was going to propose after my birthday.'

'And you still will!' Osferth said, 'you will talk to her, and I promise you, everything will be fine. You just need to listen and hear us out.'

'Please don't make me see her,' he cried softly, 'don't do that to me.'

'Eat!'

*********

You had barely slept. You sat on the couch, Finan and Uhtred were in the kitchen making lunch. Your doorbell rang and you jumped up. You opened the door and the hope on your face of seeing Sihtric slipped off like a mask. It was the Asian catering, 5 chefs strong with an insane amount of food loaded in their truck. The party wouldn't start until 6 in the evening, but it was a task to prepare all the food, so the deal was they'd arrive around noon to set everything up and prep.

'Oh, dear god,' you murmured. Uhtred and Finan came running, thinking it was Sihtric, and they froze at the sight of the cooks. You couldn't turn them away now, you had paid a lot of money for it and you had to eat something after all. Make the most of it.

***********

Osferth couldn't stand Sihtric's whining anymore.

'Everything is so dark today,' Sihtric sniffled, 'even the weather. As if the sun has left us, because he fell in love with another planet and wanted to warm her.'

Osferth rolled his eyes. Sihtric was like a heartbroken poet, and a bad one at that.

'My heart is as empty as my casket, which is expecting my broken soul soon,' he sniffled again, 'I feel as if she was a rose. The prettiest rose in the garden. And by her beauty I was blinded, and didn't see her thorns. Until I found myself bleeding, completely empty, for she had stung me.'

'Jesus Christ, Sihtric, enough!' Osferth groaned, 'Listen!'

And so Osferth explained everything, showing him the group chat, showing him the texts with the dj, everything. He wanted Sihtric to hear it all from you, but he simply couldn't hear another word out of Sihtric's mouth.

***********

Osferth: I told him everything

You: what?! What did he say?

Osferth: I wanted him to hear it from you but he wouldn't shut up and kept crying

You: oh no my poor baby

Finan: great, ye got her crying too now….

Osferth: I'm sorry… I will be over within an hour

Uhtred: with Sihtric?

Finan: Osferth??????

You: will Sihtric come along??

Uhtred: Osferth?!

Osferth had already locked his phone again as he got distracted by Sihtric, who asked with a trembling voice and trembling hands how on earth you could unblock a number.

*******

Sihtric: baby!

Sihtric: I'm so sorry!! I love you!!!

Sihtric: please answer me please!!

Sihtric: I've been so fucking stupid baby please answer me!!!

You didn't have your phone on you as you had 5 chefs running around your house and garden who asked where they could set everything up. You explained to them that there wouldn't be a party anymore, but that they were free to prepare everything, as it was paid for already. They frowned but continued with their work. To your shock, the DJ also arrived to set his stuff up, and he was too busy to hear you out and you felt like crying. Again. Which you did. Until the doorbell rang again. With tears rolling down your cheeks you opened the door.

'Osferth?' you sobbed.

'Oh, sweetheart,' Osferth mumbled when he saw the state you were in, 'I-'

'Baby!' Sihtric shouted, desperately and in tears as he shoved Osferth aside, mid sentence, to run up to you and pull you in his arms.

'Sihtric!' you cried, your face buried in his chest as you clung onto him.

'I'm so sorry, babe, I'm so fucking sorry. Osferth told me everything this morning and showed me all the texts. I feel so stupid. I'm so sorry, for everything I've said and done.'

'I'm sorry too,' you sobbed, 'I didn't see how upset you were, I just ignored it. Simply because I was selfish and didn't want to spoil my surprise for you. I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry. I love you so much.'

You pulled back to look into his red and teary eyes. Sihtric cupped your cheeks with his trembling hands and panic kissed you all over your face.

'I love you. So fucking much. I… I don't deserve it but… p-please, will you take me back, my love?'

'Sihtric,' you sniffled, taking his face in your hands, 'as far as I'm concerned we never broke up. You weren't thinking straight, you were drunk and I was hiding all this from you. You're still mine. You have always been mine. I never want to sleep another night with you.'

'Neither do I,' Sihtric said and he pecked your lips quickly in between words, 'I'm so sorry. I love you, baby, I love you so much.'

'I love you too,' you chuckled lightly through your tears and kissed his lips.

Finan and Uhtred had also made their way to the door and watched how you kissed each other as if you had been separated for a lifetime.

'I'm glad this is solved,' Finan whispered to Uhtred, 'but I won't lie… it was nice to see them not devouring each other for once, aye?'

Uhtred snorted and poked Finan with his elbow as a warning. Then both men cleared their throats, to which you reluctantly broke the kiss and turned to look at them.

'Are we good?' Uhtred asked Sihtric, who kept an arm circled around you and he held his hand out to Uhtred. Uhtred smiled and accepted the gesture.

'We're good,' Sihtric said, 'and I'm sorry. Finan?'

'Aye?'

'Are we good?'

'That depends. Ye going to call me an Irish fucking prick again?'

'That depends,' Sihtric smiled. Finan pulled him in for a hug, squeezing you as well and quickly Uhtred and Osferth joined in.

'I think we should add Sihtric to the group chat and change the title to group hug,' you said.

All men laughed at your joke and decided to give you a moment with Sihtric, to really talk things out. You thanked them and took Sihtric upstairs to talk in private.

And you talked. You talked for at least an hour to clear everything up and to understand each other's feelings. And shortly after that, Sihtric had pulled you in bed with him, where he was quick to remove your clothes as you took off his. And you made love. Gentle, sweet and slow love, savouring every inch of each other with your lips. And then you cuddled. You kissed each other endlessly, everywhere you possibly could. Until you had both recovered, and went for another round. And this time you couldn't call it love making. This time you simply fucked. You fucked hard, rough, passionate and loud, like wild animals.

And when you were done, you once again cuddled, kissed and whispered sweet nothings to each other until you both recovered and got dressed again. And completely oblivious, and blinded by love, you walked down the stairs, Sihtric behind you as he held your hand, and you both got the biggest scare of your lives when suddenly your entire living room was filled with friends and family as they jumped up and shouted 'surprise!'.

There would be a party after all.

And Sihtric couldn't believe you had put this all together, and even cried with happiness when he got to eat his favourite dish from his favourite restaurant. Everyone got drunk, except for you and Sihtric. You had to make sure no one would grab their car keys while drunk, and Sihtric couldn't stand the idea of alcohol anymore after his hangover earlier that day. You both danced all night, his hands never left your body and your lips were almost constantly pressed on his skin. You danced until your legs hurt, completely sober and completely drunk in love.

And many years later, you'd tell this story to your children, every year on your husband's birthday. You'd both laugh about it when you recall the memory, and ever since that day, it became a tradition to have sex twice on the night of his birthday.

And every year Sihtric would tell you that undressing you was more exciting than unwrapping any of the presents he had received earlier that day.

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The Way to Ruggie's Heart is With Donuts

Summary: While at Prince Leona's engagement party, Ruggie meets an angel sent from above.

Note: royal au, fem reader, fluff, changing POV's, nicknames (Angel = Yuu, Dandelion = Ruggie), food mentioned, and Leona/his Yuu cameo. Reggie’s outfit is his Glorious Masquerade one

Warning: not beta read and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 2.9k

Masterlist: here, Series Masterlist: here

"Ruggie, come here really quick."

"Yeah, Grammy?" A hyena beastman said as he set a box of food down. The boy wiped the sweat off his brow and eyed his grandmother's blue-gray eyes.

"You always work hard to keep this house afloat. I have a surprise for you." The woman grabbed an envelope from her pocket and slid it to Ruggie.

"Some donuts?" Ruggie joked, and Grammy Bucchi shook her head.

"There could be. This envelope contains an invitation to Prince Leona's engagement party. It's also a masquerade."

Ruggie raised a brow in disbelief. "Prince Leona wants a masquerade party?" He had seen the Prince a few times in his life, and Leona looked like the last person to have a party like that.

"His fiance requested it. Who is he to say no to her?"

Ruggie hummed in agreement. "Why am I getting this invite?"

"Because you are going."

Ruggie's eyes widened so much that it almost looked like they were popping out of his skull. "But isn't that in soon in Noctis Corvus? That's far away! How would I get there?"

"Which is why I was able to pull some strings for you. Let's say I have a friend in the palace who has set up everything for you." Grammy Bucchi pushed the envelope closer. "Now, you can stay home or go. Your choice, but don't take too long, or you will miss it."

Ruggie eyed the envelope and carefully removed the contents inside. The color and font of the invitation screamed expensive. The gold lettering of his name, or what he thought was his name, was very different from what the hyena could write.

Then there was the party itself. Based on Grammy's words, his transportation there and outfit were covered. But then what? He did not have to mingle with the rich snobs. He could stay near the food and sneak some home for the kids. Ruggie's mouth watered at the variety of food that could be there. He turned to his grandmother with a smile.

"Alright. I'll do it."

Grammy smiled. "Good. Now, when you get to the Noctus Corvus, look for someone named Kifazi. He will help you with everything."

A few days later

The party was lively based on the many guests dancing to the music or mingling with Leona and his fiance. Everyone was having a grand time except for one.

Yuu were bored and hungry. She was sure her silver mask did not even hide it, too.

She loved dancing and meeting new people but did not want to dance with a man who boasts about himself and nothing else (aka her current dance partner). Yuu questioned how a low-ranking noble like herself got pulled into this situation while her stomach was growling. Yuu could not stop thinking about food and remained composed as her silver dress flowed around her. After what felt like hours, the song finally ended, and Yuu took a bow with her dance partner.

"I am going to step out and take a break. I feel parched." Yuu said with a (fake) tired smile. She picked up her silver dress and began to walk off.

"I can go with you." The man tried to follow.

"No!" Yuu exclaimed and cleared her throat. "I mean, no, thank you." Her eyes noticed a couple heading her way. "I will be on my way." She quickly slipped with the unaware couple to get as far away from the man as possible. Her eyes quickly noticed a table with a large assortment of sweets. The variety ranged from Harveston in the Shaftlands to the Queendom of Roses. The sweet aroma filled her nose and called to her in temptation. Yuu let her feet guide her until she stood in front of them.

It seemed like she was not the only one who gave in to the temptation. Standing a few feet away from her was a young man wearing a golden ensemble, a mask covering one eye, and a round hat with feathers. It complemented Yuu's silver dress and mask. Yuu noticed his sandy blonde hair and hyena ears sticking out from the hat. Yuu could see his eyes sparkle, and his tail wagged excitedly as he eyed the delicious treats.

Cute. Yuu smiled and stepped closer to the male.

"I recommend trying the apfelstrudel, flan, and lava cake. All three are different in their own way, and they taste delicious."

The male looked at Yuu in shock, but it quickly went away. "Which one do you like the most?" He asked, his eyes briefly glancing at the girl's diamond-covered bracelet.

Yuu hummed in thought. "It's not on my list." She pointed to a round treat covered in sugar with a cream-colored dot sticking out of the side. "That's a bomboloni. It is like a donut, also known as a big bomb, because of the filling inside. It is my favorite, and I was surprised to see it at this party. If only they were fresh out the stove."

The male laughed a strange but lovely laugh in Yuu's ears. "Thank you for the recommendations, miss." He proceeded to grab one of everything and many of the bombolonis. Yuu watched the male stack each dessert on his tiny plate.

"I don't think that will all fit." Yuu chuckled, her eyes filled with amusement.

"Don't underestimate me, miss. I can do it." The male replied as he proceeded to stuff his mouth with bombolonis.

"I believe you. Anyways, what is your name? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before." Yuu asked, unaware of her companion's momentarily freezing.

"That's a secret since this is a masquerade. Besides, I'm usually at the back of these parties. I don't show my face often, and the Prince does not mind."

Yuu hummed in response. "I see. Okay, so what should I call you?"

The male shrugged. "Anything you want, I guess."

Yuu hummed. She unconsciously rubbed her thumb against her bracelet in thought as her eyes scanned the male's outfit. "How about Dandelion? It goes with your outfit."

"Shye hee hee, that's an odd name. Alright, If we are going by nicknames, then you can be Angel," He pointed at her bracelet. "Because that looks like a small halo."

"Alright, Dandelion." Yuu let out a small giggle as Dandelion's pile grew higher and higher. "Hey, I have an idea, Dandelion." The hyena raised his visible eyebrow and continued adding more food to his plate. "How about we go to a different room to eat all the food?"

Dandelion froze as Yuu started piling her plate with desserts. "You want to help me? We literally just met."

Yuu glanced at Dandelion while she added more food; her pile started to rival his. "Yeah, but would you want to eat your dessert mountain before these snobby people? Why not eat it in a different place and savor it? Plus, we can talk more about them after."

"Shyeheehee, you are a weird girl. I thought you would rather stick to dancing with the party like a goody-two-shoes."

"I don't like dancing that much." Yuu shrugged, and Dandelion grinned.

"Lucky you, I'm not much of a dancer anyway."

Yuu grabbed one of Dandelion's free hands. "Then let's ditch this party and enjoy the food." She said with a mischievous grin.

"Lead the way."

Meanwhile

"Those two are cute, right, Leona? The princess asked as she watched the two lovebirds leave the ballroom with loving smiles on their faces.

Leona scoffed. "That hyena has been making heart eyes towards the girl since he ran into her at the dessert table. I'm getting tired of watching it."

The princess smirked and looped an arm around her fiance's arm. "It reminds me of a certain someone, huh?"

Leona looked at her with wide eyes. "Why you-"

"You know you weren't exactly stealthy about hiding it either. Vil complained about it to me a lot."

Leona looked away with a blush on his face. "Shut it."

The princess playfully rolled her eyes before grabbing Leona's cheek to turn his head to her and peck his lips. "And you love me for it." She laughed as she let herself be embraced in Leona's arms. The two watched the crowd below them until she spoke again. "That hyena…Is he the one Kifazi mentioned?"

Leona nodded. "He is."

"So when are you going to tell him?"

"I'll let him spend time with the girl. I don't feel like interrupting them when I can corner him in the morning." Leona said. He did not have to look down to know that his fiance was smiling, satisfied with his answer.

"Weren't you tired of watching the hyena make heart eyes to the girl?" The princess quipped, amusement in her voice.

Leona kissed the princess' temple. "I'm a nice guy, Princess."

"Wait, so you can actually make these yourself?" Ruggie asked as he licked the jelly out of his fingers. Angel was unfazed by it and giggled instead.

"Yeah, my friend, a baker who works in Briar Valley, taught me. I can make those and different varieties of donuts."

Ruggie questioned if the sun was up because he saw sparkles and a glow from the moonlight behind Angel. The light highlighted her features and made her silver jewelry shine like gemstones. To him, the girl look like an angel sent from above.

"What else can you make?"

"Lots of things. Main dishes, sides, desserts, you name it! I can most likely make it." Ruggie's eyes lit up, and he felt his mouth water, thinking about the mountain of food.

Angel shifted in her seat and leaned a little bit toward Ruggie. "So, that's enough about me. What do you do? It seems like you know the Prince."

"Well, I've seen him a few times. I mostly work in the slums and help the children."

"Really! That is really sweet of you."

Ruggie chuckled nervously at his half-lie, and he turned to Angel. "I would still do it even if I was not obligated to. You know, your talent would really help. Those kids would eat anything."

Angel grinned, her eyes brightening like the Sunset Savanna sun. "I would love to! I could even open a restaurant for them."

"Well, you do need some help running it."

"Are you implying that you help?" Angel said as she looked into Ruggie's mischievous eyes. The thought of her and Ruggie helping the kids did not seem bad in her mind.

"Of course."

Angel held her hand out and shook Ruggie's hand. "It's settled, partner."

"Partner," Ruggie replied but did not let go of Angel's hand. The two stared at each other until a knock interrupted their thoughts.

"Hey? Is someone in there?" Ruggie's companion froze, and a moment of fear flashed in her eyes.

"Shit, he's after me?" Angel hissed while standing up, her hands fiddled with her bracelet. Her eyes wandered between her friend's worried look and the door.

"What do you mean? Who's after you?" Ruggie placed his hands on Yuu's shoulders to comfort her.

"Listen, you stay here while I leave. Leave once you hear I'm gone. I don't want to cause a scene if someone sees us alone." She removed her bracelet from her arm, grabbed Ruggie's hand, and placed it in his palm.

"Take this and sell it. I think it goes for ten thousand thaumarks."

Ruggie's eyes widened as he eyed the sparkly accessory. "Ten thousand?! Are you sure you want to give me this?" Usually, Ruggie never refused a money opportunity, but this was from a woman! He was not reckless enough to run off to sell it without permission.

"Yes, I trust that you will use it well." Angel reluctantly let go of Ruggie and made her way to the door. "I hope to see you soon, Dandelion."

Ruggie gently gripped the bracelet and smiled sadly. His heart felt heavy thinking about how the literal angel sent to him was going away so soon. "See you later, Angel. You should also teach me all of the donut recipes you know."

She only laughed; her smile made her glow even more. "I promise"

And with that, his angel was gone.

Ruggie was back in the ballroom, dancing to the music with his angel. He gazed at her lovingly as the two twirled around the dancefloor.

"I wish this would never end." His angel said. There was a glow around her body, and her eyes sparkled like jewels.

Ruggie's hand slid down her back to support her while he dipped her. "I don't want it to either." He admitted and pulled her close.

His angel smiled sadly and stopped dancing. "But you still have to wake up."

"What?"

"Oi, Ruggie, wake up." a new voice called out, breaking Ruggie out of his slumber. Ruggie's eyes opened; his eyes did not see the ballroom but focused on the furniture of the guest room assigned to him.

"Finally, you're awake."

The blonde turned his head to see the Prince Leona of Sunset Savanna (and eventual Prince consort of Nocte Corvus) staring back at him with bored emerald eyes.

"What the heck? What are you doing here in my room?"

Leona rolled his eyes. "Good morning to you, too. Let me get straight to the point. I am offering you a job."

Ruggie eyed Leona suspiciously. "What's the catch?"

"There is no catch. I've heard about your reputation, Ruggie. Your knowledge about the slums of Sunset Savanna would benefit me in hopes of improving it with my influence here. You know your way in and out of it and potentially similar places in this kingdom. With that, I want you to work for me."

Ruggie relaxed a little bit, but he was still suspicious of Leona. "Is that why I'm here? You decided to corner me now to be an advisor?"

"Including you in the party was my fiance's idea. She insisted on it." Leona stood up and stretched, his body popping every now and then.

Ruggie thought he must have been sitting here for a while as Leona looked down at him.

"You have a minute to decide either yes or no. I don't care which you choose, but I think you are the best for the job. Besides, it gives you plenty of opportunities to see that girl you were with yesterday." Ruggie's shocked look at the revelation only caused Leona to laugh as he went to a nearby dresser. "You were very obvious." Leona picked up the object sitting on it and threw it in Ruggie's direction.

The blonde caught the object and inspected it. When she smiled, the diamonds in his angel's bracelet glimmered like her eyes. He thought of his grandma at home, the kids trying to survive to see the next day, and his angel, who he wished he got the name of.

Yes, I trust that you will use it well. His angel's voice rang, causing Ruggie to smile and rub the cool metal with his fingers. This was noticed by Leona.

"So you have your answer?"

Ruggie looked up at Leona with determined eyes. "I'll do it."

A few months later

Yuu watched as the buildings passed her view. She was heading to the castle to have tea with the newly crowned Queen of Nocte Corvus and a few other noble ladies. Others consider themselves lucky to be a part of the Queen's social event, but Yuu thought otherwise. The girl sighed as she watched the carriage pass by a group of children playing nearby. The children's smile reminded her of Dandelion's smile when he saw the dessert table at the party. The girl had never heard from Dandelion (how could she since she did not know his real name) since she had to leave that night. Although she had gone through the next few months like normal, Yuu secretly hoped to one day run into Dandelion just for once.

"We are here, Miss." her coach's voice brought Yuu out of her thoughts, unaware that the carriage stopped before the grand castle of Nocte Corvus.

Her goes nothing, Yuu thought as she stepped out. The bright sun blinded her until her eyes adjusted to it. Yuu thought she was hallucinating but saw a familiar mop of blonde hair and hyena ears grinning at her. He wore much fancier clothes than before, and his face was now uncovered. Yuu could now see the speckles of gray in his blue eyes and a light dust of freckles on his cheeks. The sound of a very unique laugh brought her to reality.

"Dandelion?" Yuu only managed to say.

The beastman smirked with glee in his eyes. "Hello, Angel, it has been a while."

Yuu immediately ran to him and pulled him in for a hug. "You're here!" She laughed as Ruggie picked her up by the waist and spun her.

"Oi, Ruggie. Hurry up so Yuu can finally stretch. She traveled far to be here, ya know?" A bored voice called out, breaking the atmosphere around them. The couple turned to find Prince Leona staring at them while his wife giggled at his side.

"Oh, so your name is Ruggie. That is a fitting name." Yuu smiled, ignoring the couple watching them.

Ruggie grinned and maintained his hold on Yuu. "Same to you, Yuu." He stared into Yuu's eyes again before grabbing her hand and leading her into the castle. "C'mon, Yuu. I requested the chefs make some donuts, and catching up while they're hot is better."

Yuu nodded and followed the blonde. She passed by the Queen, who had a knowing smile on her face. She did not need to attend the tea party after all.

As the couple ran, Yuu noticed the silver bracelet dangling on Ruggie's wrist and smiled. It seemed like everything would be well after all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

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larcenywrites · 1 year

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Temptations

Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: When Tony singles you out at one of his many parties, he doesn't mind that you have a ring on your finger. The question is: do you?

Warnings: 18+ | heavy petting | infidelity/cheating | feminine reader? idk you wear a dress

Word Count: 1.5K

When your husband dragged you out here for work, the last thing you expected was to end up being dragged out to some party or event hosted by Tony Stark himself. And then subsequently left alone after a passive-aggressive whisper-fight when he wanted to go off with the few people he knew from work when you didn't know anyone. And from the looks of it, you weren't sure if you cared to know anyone.

That is, until someone unexpected caught your eye, or maybe you were only seeing him because you had caught his. It was the devil himself, and now technically your husband's boss. That interested stare from across the room had you feeling like a deer in headlights, weak legs and all. You pretended too late not to notice, attempting to go about your business that you never had in the first place. He took it has his opportunity, swooping in on unattended prey.

"I don't think we've ever met," a voice that could only belong to one person right now chased after you. A hand carefully cupped your elbow, drawing your attention to the man behind you. You quickly got lost in that too-polite smile, and for all the sin that you knew hid behind those innocent eyes, there wasn't even a trace.

"No, but I've heard a lot about you," you teasingly warned, shyly looking down for a moment to try and chase away your already nasty thoughts, hopefully with him in tow. His touch drifting its way to your hand didn't help.

"Nothing good, I hope," he retorted playfully, not so subtly tilting your hand and glancing at the ring around your finger. There was no apprehension in those eyes when they looked back at you. If anything, they held a new anticipation that had him holding his head a little higher. There was a power in his confidence that was hard to ignore. One that knew he could take what wasn't his. "Haven't seen you around," Tony started, eyes shamelessly drifting over you as if to prove a point. "It's usually the same crowd."

Maybe it was just code for: I've already slept with everyone here and now it's boring! And you were the perfect candidate. It should have been an alarm bell, but you'd ignored all of the others thus far.

"I just moved here." Even after trying your best to keep your stare in check, you couldn't fight the urge to give him a once-over. And maybe a second, just to take note of the glass of whiskey in his hand and the fingers curled around it. "My husband came out here to work for you, actually," you informed him, knowing he wouldn't have any idea or care who worked under him anyway, and that word had just as little effect on him as your wedding band.

"Oh, you mean the guy that just left you alone at a party?" He ignored the topic you were pushing and steered toward what he did care about with a sarcastic bite under his tone, dark eyes waiting for your reaction and bringing his glass to his lips. You were a bit taken aback.

"You don't have to make it sound like such a bad thing," you reasoned with a smile, keeping your tone lighthearted.

"Is it a bad thing?" He feigned innocent curiosity, but you both already knew his intentions. You thought about the question. It was an invitation to something far more tempting- he would make sure it wasn't a bad thing. You just had to give in to those eyes that were already undressing you and thumb rubbing circles into the top of your hand when they could be doing so somewhere else.

"It doesn't have to be," you said lowly. It must have been the right answer because that polite grin now smirked down at you—the type of grin that found satisfaction in getting up to no good. "Let me get you a drink."

"If you can behave," you joked, letting the hand cuffed around your wrist lead you along. He turned to you with a challenge gleaming in his eyes. "Can you?"

Neither of you behaved.

You lifted yourself onto the cold marble of the bathroom counter when he caged you into it, your legs instantly parting to give him room. You barely even got a good look at him in the dim lighting before lips crashed onto yours. It was a mutually and instantly rough connection, with a bourbon-flavored tongue licking into your mouth and heads tilting almost infuriatingly to find the angle that would have you drowning in him. The hand palming up your back and tangling into your hair only helped that goal.

One long press against your lips and he harshly pulled at your hair, forcing your head back with a whimperish moan and diving into your neck. You regretted that you weren't his to mark up. He generously avoided any conspicuous evidence of your current infidelity with wet open-mouthed kisses and barely grazing teeth. But as disappointing as it was, the hot tongue on your pulse and soft lips working at your jaw were still more than welcome to continue.

Your short dress was definitely a blessing for him, easily able to feel up your thighs and press himself between your legs. You flinched at the quick nip below your ear that just couldn't keep holding back and melted at the hot breath making its way across your cheek. It teased at the corner of your mouth, but cruelly drifted away when you turned to meet him. The grip you had on his suit was now tugging at him, begging him closer again with your lips still parted and pleadingly looking up at him. The apprehension that should have been there earlier gazed back.

But thankfully before either of you could get your thoughts straight, lips finally crashed back to yours, and a hand gripped your jaw to keep you from escaping in case you'd thought about it. You didn't have time to think anyway. You didn't even think about it before you were suddenly working at his belt buckle, almost expertly undoing it alongside that pesky button and zipper. You barely brought his pants down his hips, just enough to have better access to his thick length straining to find the extra room in boxers that were now far too tight. You palmed at him, his grunt shooting straight to your core and curling two fingers around what you could, semi-stroking his clothed erection with your thumb and forefinger. His fingers dug into your thigh, feeling a smug excitement at seeing that flash of gold on the hand desperate to get him off.

You couldn't keep it up for much longer, eager to have him fully in your hand and feel him inside you. But he caught your wrist as soon as your fingers found the band of his briefs, thumb digging uncomfortably into the center of your palm. You quickly looked up at him, worried you'd done something wrong. His expression was unreadable, but hungry eyes lingered over the space between your thighs that was still barely covered by your dress. There was a short sigh when he looked back up. "You have someone else to go home with." Those sharp eyes searched yours as if deciding what to do with you. The words shattered something. He'd nearly made you forget. You weren't sure why he was suddenly taking the moral high ground, perhaps rethinking the thrill of getting caught. You didn't have the strength to even care about scolding yourself about it.

He made up his mind when he finally let go of your wrist, instead reaching into his jacket and taking out a business card and pen he'd been hiding. You instinctively lifted your chin up when he pressed it to the space below your collarbones, gently scribbling his personal number (or maybe even a burner). You doubted he cared enough to carry those around other than for convenience in a situation like this.

"You should call me sometime," he casually suggested, never breaking eye contact when he lifted your dress. There was barely a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips when he pulled at the top of your panties, carefully sliding that card in and letting the lace snap back against you.

He gave your wide-eyed stare a wink before stepping back. Neither of you said another word as he pulled his pants back up; the way he pulled and fastened his belt was almost tortuous, locking you out. He spared you one last glance before checking himself over and leaving you still sitting on that cold marble counter in your hot and bothered daze. You were almost envious of how easily he could keep his cool, going back out as if nothing had happened. He was giving you a way out of whatever he was inviting you into, but let's be honest: you both knew you couldn't leave after being pulled in so hard.

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partyanimal167 · 5 months

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Flashbacks- Crocodile x GN!Reader

I haven't written for my nice man in weeks, so what better way to start the new year than a Croco fic? I should try to write a multi-chap fic with him this year, but I don't have any solid ideas yet. Maybe once I finish my ATSV fic.

I wanted to play around with a reader who was closer in age to Croc again. I like the potential of old enemies, but just thinking about an older crew mate seemed even funner. Maybe I'll develop this idea more in future. I think this will just be like a preview tbh.

CW: pre-canon, ftm Crocodile, possible ooc Crocodile since he's younger, slight age gap, Crocodile's history, sfw

Crocodile had ambitions. He knew he was going to be the greatest. He just didn't expect it to be awhile before others would see it too.

He didn't thank you for better binding material, and you hadn't expected it.

Crocodile knew you would cause him trouble when you threw a thick roll of bandages at him after he took longer than normal in the bath. "You're gonna hurt yourself with what you're doing now. Try this." He never told you about himself, but it seemed like you knew. That made him uncomfortable already.

You had been on the crew longer and laughed loudly when a overly-confident young man tried to rob your captain of her bag when she was out drinking late. She easily avoided the homemade knife prosthetic and broke the blade off with her bare hands. You were ready to beat the shit out of the man, but the captain laughed and invited him to join.

Crocodile was annoying at first. Like any other newbie.

He thought it was a pain, but you figured it to be a neat tool.

On the sea, he tried to fight and argue with the captain which lead him to receiving his fair share of scoldings and punishments. Not many looked out for him, and you didn't think you cared either until a sea king flung the boy into the water, and he sunk like a brick.

Of course, he didn't tell anyone about his devil fruit.

~~~

Soon, you were giving him suggestions on how to fight even if a bullet couldn't do any damage. Crocodile was still a bothersome brat to everyone else, but he listened to you if you had something to say.

It took him awhile to grow into his ambitions and goals, but you decided to watch and see how he faired over the years.

You laid low after the captain's sudden death. It was a hard battle, and the crew disbanded. The years went by.

A shoreside bar had your patronage every day. It heard your old sea stories and hosted your poker nights. The days drifted easily, but the scent of that particular cigar smoke threw memories of your captain your way, and you had a to double-check your pulse when you saw who was stomping through the bar.

Pirates were nothing new, so this rowdy bunch that jeered at civilians and swung around swords didn't intimidate you.

"What's the pot, misses?" one generic man laughed as he pointed a dagger at you and gestured towards your night's winnings. You yawned bored and finished off your beer. "Hey! I outta-,"

The chair screeched on the old wooden floor as you pushed back and leaned to peek at the bar. "May life's party go on,"

There was a pause before a deep voice finished the saying. "-even after my smoke clears."

Your smile was wide as you pushed passed the men and stood behind a tall figure in a fur coat. "Long time, no see youngster."

~~~

You didn't flinch when Crocodile shot at the man who tried to mug you. He must have been new on the crew or something--maybe just an extra body, but he joined you at your table as you shuffled cards, and the bar carried on.

"Looks like you've got some things going for you, kid." you chuckled as you filled the man's mug.

Despite his more mature appearance, he scoffed at you easily. "Will you ever stop calling me that! You're not that much older than me." He went quiet again as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigar. He then went for his lighter, but you beat him to it with your own.

"I thought captain told you not to pick up her habits." you chided simply.

The man glared at you before leaning away from your flame. "I could say the same to you." he took a puff. "Her smoke's carrying on though."

You sighed and leaned on your palm. "Yeah sure has. I hear they're thinking about making you a warlord. Must be causing them problems." you chuckled. Crocodile only grunted and you two continued to sit in silence for awhile.

It was only until your mug was brought back to your lips when Crocodile spoke again. "How come you never-,"

"Went back out there?" you finished the sentence and giggled. "You're not the first one to find me and ask." You seemed to have left it at that for a while. The two of you continued on with your slow card game and coping habits. "Nothing feels quite like those old adventure days. Captain took me in young; I only wanted to be in her crew. Who else would have me in theirs?"

"You can join mine." and Crocodile says it so easily, yet you knew he was being sincere. "You could cause chaos out there if you wanted to. I know you know the secrets. We'd be unstoppable." though his words were calm and confident, you looked at Crocodile and saw the teenage boy who didn't know the hardships of the world--only the whispers of treasure and fame.

"Go be unstoppable without me, Crocodile." you smiled gently. "Maybe I'll join you when I'm ready." The man wasn't pleased with your answer, but he knew he couldn't force you to do anything. He may be bigger and stronger now, but you had his respect. He winced when you pinched his cheek to snap him out of his head.

"Enough about me! Look at you!" you poked at his firm arms. "You certainly toughened up and look like yourself."

"Oi!"

Crocodile knew what you were referring to, and a slight red dusted his cheeks. "I had some help..." he muttered.

The night went on with you two reminiscing and Crocodile filling you in on his adventures. His crew seemed more hired hands than bonded, so you wondered what other misfortunes the man experienced that he didn't tell you. A rookie captain faces many trials and tribulations. You smiled gently while the man talked about his latest and conquests and plans. You half-listened, but your mind drifted back to years ago when you two bickered, fought, laughed, and danced. It was weird growing older and drifting apart.

But the smoke carries on with memories never truly disappearing.

~~~

Okay! I definitely liked this one.

I think I'll pocket this idea for a mini-series later in the year. I want to explore the old times and adventures of Crocodile. There's a lot of potential with writing his backstory and him becoming the character we know now.

Thanks for reading!

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