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writershapeholeonthedoor · 8 months

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Happy Together

Pairing: Florence Pugh × Fem!Reader

Summary: A cute unplanned date night with your girlfriend, Florence

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, be aware and be kind

"Hey," Florence greeted as she walked closer to where you were leaning against the car. "You didn’t have to pick me up."

It was late. Very late, actually. There were maybe three or four cars still in the parking lot aside from yours, but there wasn’t anyone else walking around. They were probably still in the studio working, even at that ridiculous hour.

Florence's face showed her fatigue. She had cleaned her skin from the heavy makeup she had to wear on set and it was easy to spot the bags under her eyes. She was also wearing her comfortable sweatpants and a loose jacket, the same clothes she had walked out of the house earlier that day. It seemed she was a minute away from falling asleep while walking from the way she was dragging her feet.

However, as soon as she spotted you, her face lit up all at once. You could feel your chest warming up at the clear affection you could see in her expression, at the bright smile that curled her lips up, at the way she seemed taller and more alert than she had been a second ago. It was mostly dark around you two, and you wouldn’t have been able to see anything if it wasn’t for the reflectors around the parking lot, but you would be able to swear right there that Florence lit up everything around her like the sun.

When she stopped in front of you, glancing up, you realized you hadn’t replied yet. Instead of saying something yet, you cupped her jaw, tilted your head to the side, and pressed a lingering kiss on her lips. You didn’t bother to deepen it, though the simple, delicate touch was enough to make your heart race inside your chest.

When you pulled away, all smiles and warm cheeks, you wasted no time placing both hands on her waist to keep her where she was. Standing between your slightly parted legs, looking at you with those soft green eyes. Suddenly, you were in no rush to get back home. You could stay there forever with her, if needed.

"Yes, well, I wasn't going to let you get a cab this late," you replied after a few seconds.

It was past midnight the last time you checked your phone. One of the downsides of her work. When the night shots started, Florence would be in the studios for much longer than usual and, really, there were days she didn’t even know when she would be free to go home.

When she told you early that week that she would be getting back home around two or three in the morning, you were worried, of course. So, the obvious solution in your head was to make sure she would get there safely. You two didn’t live together yet, and you knew you would stay awake until she texted you to let you know she made it home, so, really, it was easier to go pick her up.

Besides, that gave you an excellent excuse to see her again. Even if you woke up together only hours ago.

Florence rolled her eyes fondly at you, a smile trying to make an appearance, before she placed a palm flat against your chest, right above your heart. Her hand stayed there for a moment, but her finger quickly started to draw the outline of your bra under your shirt. It was a move made out of habit, you knew it, but there was no stopping the shiver that ran down your spine.

"We don't need both of us to have a fucked up schedule, you know?" She said.

You shrugged. "I don't have work tomorrow, so it's not a problem." Then, because you knew she would insist that you didn’t have to be there, you kept talking: "Did you have time to eat yet?"

The grimace that took over her expression was enough to let you know the answer, but she still grumbled under her breath. "No. I literally just left the costume department to take off my clothes. We had to make, like, a million takes on the same thing," she complained and an adorable pout showed up right after.

It made you want to lean over to kiss her lips again, but you kept yourself in place offering only a smile at her. You didn’t quite understand her world - the shootings, the photoshoots, the costumes, the takes - though you loved the way her eyes shined whenever she mentioned her work.

That, of course, didn’t change the fact that, sometimes, her working schedule messed up some other aspects of her life, such as eating food and drinking water. It always made you worried whenever she told you she skipped lunch or that she totally forgot to drink water that day. You always jokingly said it was a hard task to make sure she would live another day, but, in reality, you were just constantly worried about her.

Which explained the way you physically cringed when you heard her poor explanation. "Oh, Flo," you sighed and just knew there was no point trying to talk her into healthy habits. "Well, let’s see if we can find an open restaurant, okay?"

"I'm tired." Florence pouted while drawing her hands to her shoulders and then down your arms.

"I know, but you need to eat something. We can order it to go, if you wish."

"Fine," she sighed and pulled away from you, which almost made you regret ever saying anything. "But just because I'm actually hungry."

"Get inside your carriage then, madam," you joked, adding a weird French accent in the last word, and making a quick run to the passenger's side to open the door for her.

She chuckled at you and kissed your cheek as she walked past you to enter the car. You took some precious seconds to recover from the way your heart fluttered because of the delicate kiss, but, eventually, you were able to rush to the driver's seat and take off not long after that.

"What do you wanna eat?" You asked.

"Whatever we can find open this late at night," she replied with a small shrug. "It's very late, I doubt we're going to find any open restaurants."

You would have to agree with her. You tried to keep your eyes on the road at the same time you glanced from side to side to see if you could find anything that was still working that late, but Florence's favorite places were closed, just like everywhere else. It was a bit crazy to think a city that size wouldn’t be working 24/7, but it seemed it wasn’t your lucky day because there were no restaurants still open for you to take your girlfriend for a late dinner.

Eventually, after you drove for several minutes and your frustration grew more and more, you felt Florence's hand touching your thigh to get your attention. "Let's go home, my love. I'm sure I still have some instant noodles in the cabinet."

You sighed, ready to admit your defeat. "I guess we would only find a McDonald's working this late. Sorry, babe."

Busy as you were trying to get a better look at the river mirror to change lanes so you could drive to her house, you failed to notice the face your girlfriend made. "Hmm," she hummed, tilting her head to the side as well. "I wouldn’t be opposed to McDonald's."

"Really?" You asked in surprise, throwing a quick glance at her. "McDonald's?"

"They have a vegetarian menu now," was the only thing she said before shrugging, and you really didn’t need much more to change your way to the closest McDonald's you could find.

Florence loved to eat real food, as she liked to say, and it was very unusual that she would express the wish to eat fast food like that. However, considering the other option was to go home and make instant noodles, you weren’t going to try to change her mind. Besides, you really loved good junk food.

"Fine," you relented. "But, if your mom asks, I get mad when you don't eat healthy food." To make your point, you turned your head at her, taking advantage of the red light, and made a face that was clearly you trying to have an 'I'm-Mad-Façade'.

Florence laughed loudly, throwing her head back for a moment and showing the column of her throat, before she leaned over until your noses were almost touching. What did touch you, though, was her finger poking where your eyebrows had joined thanks to your fake grimace. It made your face instantly relax and she laughed again when you pouted and looked at the street again. A second later, the light turned green and you were moving again.

"Very mad," she teased, although there was too much love in her tone for it to actually bother you. "The maddest."

You sighed dramatically. "My efforts are never acknowledged."

"They're always acknowledged, darling," Florence corrected you gently as she placed a soft hand on your thigh.

You grabbed her hand and raised it to your lips so you could kiss her knuckles, but you had to drop your light teasing with her since you had to pull into the drive-thru. "What do you want to eat?"

"Oh, I could eat an entire house," she groaned. Florence moved a bit to be able to read the bright letters as you drove in. "McPlant, the apple pie and fries."

"Anything to drink?"

"I should probably get water," Florence said, but, as you looked at her with a raised brow, she laughed. "What? At least I got the vegetarian one!"

"So that means you can drink the milkshake," you joked, already leaning over to make your order.

"That's way too much food," she commented when you moved to grab your credit card.

You shrugged. "You said you're hungry."

"But two large fries, four apple pies and nuggets?"

This time, you opened a smile at her as you waited to type your password. "I hope you enjoy the menu for our romantic date," you joked. "Very romantic," you added after putting your wallet away.

Florence rolled her eyes, but she had a big smile on her face and you couldn’t resist leaning in to give her a peck. You drove to pick up your order next and, after putting way too many things inside your car, you started driving toward her house. Florence kept talking about her day, her crazy agenda, her ongoing meetings and table readings, and you listened to her carefully as both of you stole a french fry from a bag every once in a while.

You were about a mile from her house when she tapped your arm suddenly and pointed at something. "Let's go to the park!"

"What?!" You asked without trying to hide your surprise. "Do you know how late it is?"

She glanced at you. "It's literally in front of a police station. And there’s a place to park the car."

"Are you sure you don't wanna go home?"

"I'm just trying to bring this romantic dinner to a nice location," Florence explained.

And even if you weren’t totally sure it was a good idea, you also knew you were very bad at telling her 'no'. That's why it wasn’t a surprise at all when you found yourself parking your car at the spot right under a lamppost. It was a nice park, but you already knew that. Florence takes her dog there for walks and you have joined them more than once. Even so, it looks even better at night. The fountain lit up with thousands of little lights that also made the trees and flowers around it glow as well. It was also a beautiful night. They could see the stars and the moon up in the sky, the street wasn’t awfully noisy as usual, and the few people walking around didn’t even seem to exist.

Florence apparently had intended for you two to eat inside the car, but you got out and started to put the different bags of food on top of the hood before you coaxed her outside as well. Your girlfriend looked a bit suspicious, although she didn’t offer any resistance when you helped her slide on the hood. You made a quick pause to give her a kiss, letting your hands rest on her hips for a few more seconds, and then you pushed yourself up to sit by her side, already grabbing a nugget to eat.

Florence only smiled at you, shaking her head fondly, before she reached for her burger to start eating. There, both of you talked and ate with no rush at all, talking and laughing and sharing fries. At some point, Florence had some ketchup at the corner of her mouth and you used the pad of your thumb to clean it, smiling when you noticed her cheeks turning a bit darker.

"I'm sorry," you whispered with a grin, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

"For what?" Florence asked and tilted her head to the side.

You shrugged, unsure. "Well, you're used to fancy restaurants and those complicated dishes I can't even pronounce. And here I am, making you eat McDonald's on top of the hood of my car."

Florence's hand touched your cheek before you could look away from her as you planned on doing. She waited until your eyes were locked with hers and smiled gently. "This is the most romantic dinner I ever had," she declared so certainly that there was no room left for you to doubt it even for a second. "Because it's you, and I’m so lucky to have you, darling. How lucky can I be, really, that I just got the best girlfriend in the entire world, huh?"

Feeling even more embarrassed and a bit flustered, you end up looking down. "Didn’t know you were dating yourself," you grumbled under your breath, almost low enough that Florence wouldn’t be able to hear it.

But she did, and her reaction was to laugh happily at you. Florence's body ended up leaning toward you and her forehead rested on your shoulder as her small frame shook with laughs, and you just couldn’t help but put your arm around her waist even if your cheeks felt like they were on fire. It still amazed you that you kept falling more and more in love with her as the days went by.

"Come on, let’s get you home," you said after her laughs ceased.

You tapped Florence's thigh and tried to move away, but she only leaned away enough time to place a hand on your cheek to pull you in for a kiss. Your lips touched gently at first, bringing a shiver down your spine, though you didn’t waste any time to slip your tongue between her parted lips. Florence sighed against your lips and that’s when you both knew it was time to break the kiss.

"You're coming with me, right?" Florence asked once she pulled away, licking her lips while brushing her thumb against your bottom lip to brush off her lipstick.

"If you wish for my outstanding presence," you joked and got an eye roll as a reply, which made you chuckle. "Anything you want, Flo."

"Let's go then," she declared. "I want to cuddle!"

"Your wish is my command, my love."

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trulybetty · 4 months

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dec' x 27 - reunions

Prompt: reunions Pairing: sequins!joel x reader Word Count: 1,129 Warnings: none, just some fluff, maybe a hint of angst? Summary: Joel making the trek through arrivals to come see you (running out of steam, this is the most descriptive it's going to get lol). AO3: Linked

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Joel grumbled to himself as his boots echoed dully off of the plane and onto the boarding bridge, giving the air hostess a silent nod of thanks. Hitching his carry-on higher up onto his shoulder, he stifled a yawn. The plane had left Austin late at gone seven earlier that evening, but with an hour layover in Dallas and the time change, it was now gone midnight. It’d already been a gruelling day, and this late-night flight on top of it making the last five hours feel twice as long, had him wrestling with doubts if the strain of whatever this long-distance thing between you was sustainable.

He was already on a tight schedule, one that the unplanned layover had already eaten into. The downside of picking a flight based on its price as opposed to its convenience. He had less than 48 hours before he had to be back in Austin to pick up Sarah from her mother's. The switch of weekends wasn’t as easy to negotiate with his ex as it had been with Sarah, which further added to the pressure of knowing that every minute away counted.

So with his carry-on on his shoulder, he was grateful waiting for luggage wouldn’t be another delay as he watched weary travellers heading to an empty carousel to wait for their belongings to come through.

As he walked through the quiet terminal, the echo of the handful of passengers he’d departed with bounced off the walls reminding him of the early hour of the morning. The glare of the artificial light bouncing off of the polished concrete was starting to irritate the headache that was starting to nascent.

There were so many of these precious moments snatched between both of your schedules, the odd weekend here, maybe a week squeaked in but the other would be working. He pulled his cap down a little further on his head and tried to ignore the list of things he had to do in the small window when he returned home, and that was before the week could even begin. On top of that, Christmas was fast approaching and it was his ex’s turn to have Sarah, so she already had a small list of things she wanted to do with both him and Tommy that made him more tired to think about. He couldn’t help but wonder if all this effort was worth it. Was all of this enough to sustain whatever it was between the two of you?

Following the signs for arrivals, Joel tried to focus on getting through to the other side and the prospect of a warm bed and sleep. He stopped only momentarily to awkwardly take a picture on his phone of the artwork that took up centre stage between the shuttered stores and the brief formality of making his arrival in the state official.

And then, as he stepped through the sliding doors into the arrivals area, there you were. Despite it being gone one am at that point, the harsh fluorescent lights of the nearly empty airport couldn't dim your smile the moment you laid eyes on him. It was also then that he noticed the homemade sign you were holding, his name scrawled across it in bold letters. The modpodge of glitter and stickers, and enough experience with artwork from Sarah, told him that perhaps you’d had help putting it together from smaller hands. But, somehow, that simple piece of cardboard in your hands made his heart swell.

The sight of you, so alert and eagerly waiting just for him, dissolved all of his lingering uncertainties. The list of reasons he had mentally compiled about why this relationship might be too challenging, too demanding, too impractical, all just faded into insignificance.

Forgotten.

You were there, with sleepy yet shining eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest night, making every cramped flight and travel nuisances feel utterly trivial.

With every step he took towards you, Joel's pace quickened, fueled by the realization that, yes, it was all worth it. Every precious minute he got to spend in your presence was invaluable, no matter how quickly time might slip away. The weariness that had been weighing on his body seemed to evaporate, replaced by a surge of adrenaline at the thought of the limited but incredibly meaningful time you were about to share.

When he finally reached you, words became superfluous. He simply wrapped you in his arms, the sign crumpling between you, and his kiss conveyed everything in the quiet of the airport. This moment, this connection, answered all his questions and dispelled every doubt. This feeling, being here with you, was what validated every mile traveled and every hour spent in the air. It was undeniably, irrevocably worth it.

In the embrace, you both stood, the rest of the world momentarily forgotten. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against yours, a rhythm that seemed to sync with your own. The exhaustion on his face was evident, yet there was an undeniable spark in his eyes.

“You look tired,” you whispered, your voice a soft murmur in the vastness of the empty terminal.

Joel chuckled lightly, his breath warm against your ear. “Worth it, though,” he replied, tightening his hold.

In the embrace, you both stood silent for a moment, the world around you melting into a quiet backdrop. It was in these quiet hours, in the stillness of an almost empty airport, where the reality of your relationship truly sunk in. It wasn't just about overcoming the challenges of distance and time; it was about something deeper, something neither of you had fully experienced before, even in your past relationships.

“I missed you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Joel pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours in the dim airport light. “Missed you,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion.

It was a significant acknowledgment, considering his past with Sarah's mother and your history with your ex. This was all brand new territory for you both.

“It's worth it, though, right?” you asked, your voice laced with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Joel's response was a smile that reached his eyes, a look of absolute certainty. “Yeah, it is,” he agreed softly.

Then, with a gentle yet firm pull, he threw his arm around your shoulder and planted a tender kiss on the top of your head as you both began to walk out of the airport. The gesture was protective, affectionate, and filled with unspoken promises of a future that, despite the hurdles, seemed brighter than ever. As you stepped out into the warm early morning air, there was a sense of beginning in every step, a new chapter waiting to be written together.

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galacticwildfire · 19 days

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Early Mornings

Poe Dameron x Solo!oc

summary: poe dameron and hope solo have places to be, but the only place they want to be is in bed

tags/warnings: essentially a non-sexual situationship (they're disgustingly in love but in denial), cuddling, flirting, kissing that borders on smutty, references to sex and jealousy, some suggestive dialogue, a little angst and brief reference to trauma, but sickeningly sweet fluff overall

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is a scene I've written for my series fire meet gasoline on ao3 but it's been sitting in my notes app for too long to not share it as a stand alone one shot. also gif for obvious reasons.

The feeling of Poe's arms unconsciously tightening around my body's what stirs me awake in the early hours of the morning. While I can vaguely remember falling asleep listening to the steady beat of his heart it seems that sometime in the night we ended up with my back flush to his chest and our limbs tangled. Any space we'd left between us in the late hours of last night long gone.

My lips brush the arm he has tucked beneath my head as I look back over my shoulder, finding his head buried in the crook of my neck and still sound asleep. The feeling of him nuzzling into me's a now familiar sensation I let myself bathe in for as long as I can before forcing myself to remember that we have places to be.

The only downside to these mornings is the tragic fact that they have to end, especially when physically removing myself from him is a feat in itself. I may as well be struggling against a Wookie with the amount of strength it takes to pull myself from Poe Dameron's arms. Although I'd never want it any other way.

BB-8 beeps good morning and after returning it I glance at the time, reluctantly and very carefully untangling myself from Poe before he can wake up, a learned skill. Knowing the amount of sleepless nights we've both had in the past weeks I decide to take the first shower to let him sleep that little bit longer.

My spare flight suit’s folded in the drawer that had been empty until recently, along with the towel that’s made its way into Poe’s room along with other necessities. Despite having everything that I need when I sleep over I haven’t been able to give up the shirt he’d loaned me to sleep in, not that he seems to mind.

Finding my hairpins on his bathroom counter drives home how routine this arrangement’s become to the point that I don’t know how I slept any other way, how mere months ago I was out there in the Outer Rims alone and now… now I can’t imagine doing any of this without him.

He’s still asleep when I come out in my flight suit, finding him with the blanket bundled up in his arms in place of where I’d been. The sight has my heart clenching and BB-8 beeps quietly to ask if he should wake him up.

“I’ve got it,” I say, leaning down to rub his head as I make my way over to Poe, reluctant to wake him up but people are going to start asking questions if we’re both late to our third meeting this week. My mother would start asking questions, and this is something I wouldn’t quite know how to explain to her.

“Poe,” I hum as I sit down on the edge of his bed, running my fingers through his messed curls until he begins to stir. “Morning.”

He blinks in confusion when he can’t feel me beside him, but the tension leaves his face when his eyes find mine.

“Hey,” he smiles tiredly and murmurs “What are you doing all the way over there?”

“We’ve got a meeting.”

“We do?”

“Come on, Commander,” I say, brushing back the dark curls that fall across his forehead. “I thought it was your job to know these things.”

His eyes are warm as he leans into my touch. “I’ve been a little preoccupied.”

“That can easily be fixed-” I begin, slowly withdrawing my hand until he stops me.

“No, no,” he quickly says, and I’m smiling as he pulls my hand back and holds it to his cheek. His eyes fall shut as his lips brush my palm, his morning stubble a welcome feeling. “Don’t you dare.”

I can’t help but lean down to kiss his cheek, bumping his nose with mine as I insist “Come on or we’ll be late. I’ll grab our caf and see you there.”

“Hey, caf’s my job,” he protests as I reluctantly pull back but relents. “How late are we?”

“We’ve got about half an hour, so take a shower and I’ll meet you in the mess.”

“Yes, Captain,” he says, and rolls onto his back while still holding my hand in his, looking up at me with his brows drawn together as he questions “Since when are you up early?”

“Since I’m actually sleeping well,” I say and he gives me a tired smile that I’m helpless to adore.

“Me too, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” I say softly, knowing that hasn’t been the case for either of us these past weeks.

He nods and brings my hand back to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “I mean, I sure as hell don’t wanna get out of bed.”

I catch the glint of mischief in his eye the moment before he tugs me back into bed with him, somehow managing to roll me so I’m lying on my back in the small space and he’s hovering above me - not that I’m putting up much of a fight.

“Which is why I got out of it before you woke up,” I whine as he nestles his head in the crook of my neck and slips an arm back around my waist, intentionally pinning me to the bed with his bodyweight to keep me from moving. “Since someone likes to cling to me like a sloth.”

He lifts his head up with a proud smile. “A handsome sloth.”

“That’s true,” I agree, helpless to deny that as he bumps my nose. “But that face won’t help you when you’re late.”

“It’s helped me so far,” he dismisses, his stubble grazing my skin as he kisses my forehead. “Might not be enough to get me out of trouble but it’s enough to keep you here.”

My jaw drops a little at the audacity but I can’t argue considering he knows damn well it’s the truth as I shake my head at him. “That damn face - my one weakness.”

“It’s alright sweetheart, yours is mine as well,” he assures me as he peppers kisses across my face. “Those eyes… you know I can’t say no to you so-” I whine again as he pulls back and moves his body off mine, settling between me and the wall. “I’ll let you get going and I’ll meet you in the mess.”

He knows he has me where he wants me and I couldn’t care less as I tug him back by the fabric of his shirt and he certainly doesn’t make any effort to resist as he gathers me back up in his arms, settling over me with his elbow propping him up this time.

“No, you’re stuck with me now,” I decide and I’m holding his face as I pepper kisses from his cheek to the bridge of his nose, our bodies melding as our legs tangle together.

He kisses my jaw while he teases “Isn’t being clung to all night enough for you?” It’s then he turns his head to look at me and his lips incidentally brush mine, although it’s far from the first time.

Still, his breath hitches and my voice trembles slightly as I ask “What do you think?”

He searches my eyes, seeking whatever it is he’s looking for before our lips meet. Again, far from the first time. Another in a long series of kisses we’ve sworn wouldn’t happen again and yet we always end up here. The softness of his lips has me trying to recall every reason we’ve used for why this can’t happen.

The fact that we’re a disaster at the best of times.

That we both have the tendency to let our emotions cloud our judgement until it ends in screaming fights in the middle of the hangar.

The fact that he’s still my commanding officer and we’re on fragile enough footing with high command as it is, even if everyone knows we operate as partners.

That all it would take is one bad call in the field and we’re both dead.

The fact that he’s my best friend, my partner, the one damn person in this galaxy I trust whole heartedly.

Knowing that I’d lose my mind if anything ever happened to him.

If I lost him-

My back arches off the bed as his tongue slips into my mouth and he swallows the sound that comes from the back of my throat as the hand that was under me moves to squeeze my waist. He gasps softly as my fingers slip into his hair in return, gently tugging at his curls to pull him closer - needing him closer.

It’s when my legs hook around his hips that BB-8’s beeping reminds us that he’s still there and we both flush in embarrassment. R2’s been around long enough that he doesn’t linger past a certain time, even when Poe and I’s affection is innocent, but despite being a romantic sweet BB-8 isn’t prepared to see anything more than this.

And Poe and I certainly aren’t prepared to put on a show for him.

Still, I can’t help but burst out laughing when Poe murmurs in my ear “We have an audience.” He kisses my forehead again before clearing his throat. “Hey buddy, why don’t you go see what R2’s up to?”

He gives an offended beep, both at his dismissal and us forgetting his presence, before finding his way out and we share a look of mortified guilt. I’m trying to hold back embarrassed laughter while Poe’s head dips to my shoulder to kiss where my collarbone's exposed by the partially zipped flightsuit before he again slips into the bed beside me, holding me close with a caressing hand over my hip.

“I’m guessing you haven’t had to kick BB-8 out before?” I tread, knowing that I’m the only person Poe’s had sleeping over since he’s joined the Resistance, but I can’t help the pang of jealousy at the thought of him being with someone else like this.

“Like I’ve told you sweetheart, I’ve been living like a Jedi since before Leia recruited me,” he says, settling those thoughts with a kiss to my forehead. “I think he’s just mad I’ve been taking your attention away from him.”

“I still give him plenty of love,” I assure Poe and he tugs me closer, his lips lingering on my temple as I bury my face in his neck. “Five more minutes, then we’ll get up.”

“What happened to we’re gonna be late?” he teases and I just groan. “Hope…”

“I know, I know,” I pout, rolling back enough so that my face rests beside his on the pillow we’ve shared more often than not the past few weeks. “I just wanna stay here with you.”

I search his eyes, praying he hears what I really want to say. That I want it to be just you and me. No First Order. No protocol. Just us. Raw and mostly unfiltered.

He plays with my fingers, kissing each one individually before he meets my eye and I know that he does. “How about after the meeting I swap patrols with Karé so we can go out together?” he suggests. “It’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us and our x-wings.”

“Because command nearly has a nervous breakdown every time we go out there together,” I remind him, lacing our fingers together. “I believe the words ‘tie-fighter magnets’ were used.”

Neither of us can pretend we aren’t proud of that label.

“Well, it’s a good thing that the two best pilots in the galaxy can take them out then,” he says but I don’t miss the way his face falls when he remembers what happened the only time we couldn’t. Even now I can't shake the sound of the pure fear in his voice when he pulled me from the crash. He kisses my hand again and tries to push it from his mind but the memory lingers. “It’s you and me, and the patrols Leia’s got scheduled shouldn’t be dangerous.”

“Famous last words,” I say and he can’t argue with that considering command’s right when it comes to our track record. “But I’d like that. You and me.”

“Me too sweetheart,” he says, stretching as he lays back, both of us ignoring the fact that we’re definitely not making it to breakfast before the meeting. “But first I’ve gotta shower, get dressed-” he trails off, deciding to be a little shit as he grins “Unless you wanna join?”

I’m matching his grin with a playful slap to his chest. “Then we’d definitely be late.”

“I didn’t hear a no.”

He can see me blushing red and he still wears that same cocky smile that I’m more than tempted to kiss off his face. I don’t know how many times he and I have been on this ledge, teasing and tempted to go further, only to treat this with more caution than we’ve given to anything else in our lives.

“Are you trying to call my bluff? Because we both know how that ends.”

This is one thing, waking up together and sharing these kisses that we don’t acknowledge. This we can still fool ourselves into believing is the pinnacle of platonic love, a playful extension of the affection we share - an unconventional partnership.

Sex is another thing entirely.

When we’d first met and things got heated I wanted it, and I wanted it with him, but we both know that this partnership is too delicate to handle those emotions on top of all the others we can scarcely deal with on our best days.

“Oh I know,” he assures me. “Considering the last time I tried to call your bluff you took a shot at me.”

“You were the one who said I wouldn’t do it,” I remind him, blaming that one on a bout of temporary insanity on both our parts after a dogfight gone wrong. “What can I say? You drive me crazy.”

“I know,” he grins. “The good kind of crazy I hope.”

“Always,” I smile before correcting. “Well, most of the time.”

“Alright, we’d be lying if we didn’t say most,” he admits and we share a laugh knowing that everyone on base, even our own squadron, was at their wits end with us not that long ago but here… it’s just us and no one else.

Unfortunately that has to come to an end, but not before I press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Breakfast in fifteen.”

“Yes, Captain,” he smiles as I sit upright, but raises an eyebrow upon deciding to try his luck. “I can make it in ten if you give me another one.”

And so I do, only for us to end up right back where we started; in the bed with his hands on my waist and mine tangled in his hair. The gentle swipe of his tongue across my bottom lip has me planning to use the dwindling privileges that being the General's daughter brings to get away with being late by at least another half an hour, although Poe puts a stop to that as if he wasn’t the one who started this.

“Poe,” I whine when he pulls away, sitting up properly and leaving me with my head on his pillow. "Why do you do this?"

He still has the audacity to play around and take his sick enjoyment in riling me up. “We have meetings, remember?”

My eyes narrow at him. “Bastard.”

“What was that?”

“Bastard,” I repeat and he grins.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Come on beautiful,” he murmurs as he pulls me upright and I just laugh.

“Oh no, don’t ‘come on’ me when you’re the one that dragged me back into bed.”

He gives an unapologetic shrug but the warmth in his eyes makes up for it. “You missed the beautiful part.”

I shake my head and he kisses me again before I have to put my hands on his chest to keep enough distance between us that I can actually get out of the bed and away from it without him pulling me back into it.

“We’re gonna be so late and you still need to get ready,” I lecture, knowing I’ll be the one getting the blame for it considering he’s the favourite.

“Give me ten minutes to get ready and I’ll meet you in the mess,” he promises, extending a pinkie out to me but I’m not naive enough to get close enough for him to pull me back in. “Considering your track record Leia expects us to be about twenty minutes late anyways.”

I scrunch my face up at him but he only smiles.

“You’re really cute when you’re pretending to be mad at me.”

The smile I can’t force back only proves his point. “Shut up.”

“Make me,” he challenges, having woken up intent to test me but I'm not falling into his trap again.

“After the meeting,” I promise before heading out the door to find BB-8 waiting outside for us with R2. “Come on, you can keep me company while he drags himself out of bed.”

We're halfway to the mess when we come across Jess who's in a rush. "There you are, Threepio's been looking for you and Poe. Have you seen him?"

"Yeah he's just in the shower," I say as I continue on my way, only to freeze a little as she turns her head back incredulously.

"How do you know-"

"BB-8 told me," I quickly follow up and she blinks at me in disbelief before she shakes her head and keeps walking, but at this point Poe and I have accepted the fact that our squadron believes we're hiding some illicit affair from them.

Then again, it's always poor Jess who seems to catch us in compromising positions. Although as long as it's her and not my mother, or maker forbid Threepio, I can live in peace with that.

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Your Special Boys

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Reader

Words: 800

Summary: Snippets from a relationship.

You sat in your apartment when the front door suddenly opened, you nearly dropped the laptop from your lap.

You watched as your angry boyfriend marched in.

"Fucking. IDIOT." he said before he grabbed something on the table. His scowl made his wrinkles visible, you just wanted to kiss each and every one. When he noticed you his expression changed as he gave you a soft smile. "Hello Darling. Goodbye." and off he went.

You didn't even have time to process, it happened so fast, you wondered if your mind just made it up or did it really happen.

You just decided to pay attention to your work instead.

A couple hours passed, it was now early afternoon when the front door opened again, but this time, it didn't slam shut.

The same angry expression walked into the room. This time he headed for the dresser.

"That absolute moron!" he yelled with a British accent, you again could only watch as he stormed through the place, barely missing the fish tank. Then, he saw you, his scowl turned to a kind smile. "Good afternoon, Love." he said before he closed the door behind himself once again.

It left you wondering yet again.

It was now later afternoon, your work finished you were enjoying a nice cup of tea and some TV when it happened the third time, this time however the front door was so loud, it made you jump and nearly spill your coffee.

"Ese maldito... puta madre!" this time, you had to turn your body to fully catch him as he ever so loudly stormed to the kitchen, you heard some drawers slamming before he reappeared with a gun in his hand.

Did he really hide his gun in the kitchen?!

And again, you watched for the third time that day as his expression completely changed when he saw you. "Hola Hermosa."

He was about to storm out yet again but you called out.

"Does anyone care to tell me what is going on?" he stopped and turned to you.

"Um...Khonshu gave us a mission." he said.

"Doesn't explain why you three nearly gave me heart attacks all day."

"Oh, that. Well, Steven left something home so Marc had to get it. I left something here so Steven had to get it and...I got what Marc left here."

"And why is your gun in the kitchen drawer?"

"Umm... la seguridad?"

"Sure. Okay. Right. When will you be back?" he took a couple steps walking closer to you.

"Por qué?" you saw the mischief in his eyes.

"Because, I missed you all day." he smiled as he nodded, looking at the floor.

"Muy pronto." he looked at you with promise in his eyes.

"Good, then use the window and the suit. I ordered food and you won't want it to be cold." you turned back to your TV with a smile as you heard him quickly walk over to you. He placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Te amo." he said before he quickly headed out, through the window.

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to keep his promise. Khonshu seemed to have more men to find and neither of them could say no.

But soon, Marc found himself crawling through the window. It was late. 1:38am to be exact. And you were already asleep, the pizza was cold, but all Marc, Steven or even Jake could think about was to sleep.

He crawled into bed with you after the quickest shower in human history.

He pulled you close to him before falling asleep.

You woke up in his arms, fully surrounded in his warmth.

Of course, you knew the downsides of dating a hero. You knew he would miss nights, and you were okay with that. And although they knew it as well, sometimes, they all worried, but you never held it against them.

Just like this time.

All you did was move closer to him, pulled his head onto your chest as he cuddled closer to sleep.

Soon, as you were playing with his hair, you felt him shift as he slowly started to wake up, his arm moved, pulling you to his side closer, fists gathering your sleep shirt.

"Good morning." you said as you kissed his forehead, he groaned a little.

"Morning, Love." said Steven.

"Did you catch the bad guys yesterday?"

"Of course we did."

"I'm proud of you." again, a kiss.

They seriously didn't deserve you, or so they thought. You knew they deserved this and a lot more.

They were your special boys after all.

Your men, your heroes, your boyfriends.

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Translation: (All of the translation is from Google! I don��t speak Spanish, apologies for the mistakes.)

Ese maldito... puta madre - That damn... Motherfucker

Hola Hermosa - Hi Beautiful

la seguridad - safety

por qué - why

muy pronto - really soon

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pennylanefics · 2 years

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late nights

a/n: this took me 3 days to write 🥴 thanks daylight savings

paul lahote

paul had patrol duty tonight with the pack, meaning he would be gone until the early hours of the morning. you were used to it at this point, but sometimes, you just wanted a night with paul to yourself.

around one in the morning, you were beginning to grow tired, the movie you were watching getting harder to pay attention to every minute. just then, a loud knock on your window startles you.

getting up, you run over and see paul standing below, a sheepish grin on his face.

“hi baby,” he whispers. “can i come up?” you chuckle and nod.

“i’ll let you in the front.” both of you disappear and you run to the front door, opening it to find him waiting to be let in. as soon as he steps inside and the door closes, you fall into his arms, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne and woodsy aroma.

no words are spoken as you bring him upstairs with you. you quietly crawl into your bed, paul following as soon as he removes his shirt, which you were shocked he was wearing in the first place.

instead of your usual cuddling, with him being the big spoon, he curls up in your arms, nuzzling his face into your neck, holding you as close to him as possible.

“did something happen? i thought you were patrolling until the morning,” you murmur, playing with his hair.

“sam was getting annoyed with how much i was thinking about you. so he got embry to cover the rest of my shift,” he explains. “i missed you so much.”

your heart races at his words and your hand comes up to play with his long hair. he hums softly and laughs a little.

“i missed you too, paul. it’s nice having you here to fall asleep with. i was cold and my comforter wasn’t helping,” you chuckle.

“so i’m just your space heater now?” he jokes. you shrug and continue playing with his hair.

“it’s not a downside to having a werewolf boyfriend,” you reply. “but i was just wanting to lay with you.”

“i’m here, baby. really tired, but here. and honestly, if you keep playing with my hair, i’ll be out in five minutes,” he mumbles against your skin. you giggle, keeping your action up.

“i promise tomorrow night, i’m all yours,” he whispers. you smile and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth and closeness of your boyfriend.

embry call

“how much longer?” you complain. embry chuckles and looks down at his phone for a quick second.

“about forty more miles.” you groan loudly and slouch in your seat.

you and embry were taking a trip to a different city in washington to his uncle’s lakehouse. it was vacant for the week, so embry decided to surprise you with a getaway. it was much needed, honestly, both of you having been entirely too stressed out with pack business lately.

“i told you we should have left earlier,” he mumbles under his breath. you glare at him with a frown and smack his shoulder. he just laughs it off.

“i didn’t think it would take this fucking long to get there.”

it was nearing midnight and you still were barely close to the house. you were getting tired of staring out the window at nothing, but with it being dark, you saw absolutely nothing, and embry’s eyes were starting to droop.

you didn’t notice until he swerved into the other lane for a second. thankfully, there was no one on these roads, so it wasn’t too much of a danger.

“babe, we should just find a hotel or somewhere because i don’t want you driving anymore,” you tell him.

“there’s nothing around for miles, (y/n). it’s not too far now, anyways,” he tries to push on. but once again, he begins falling asleep, and you have to grab the wheel so that you don’t drive off the road.

“okay, pull over,” you demand. he sighs, knowing you’re right, and pulls off on the side of the road. you get out and open the trunk of his jeep. you move around your luggage, setting it in the back seats, and lay out a couple blankets.

“turn the car off and come back here,” you say to him after a couple minutes. embry does as he’s told, grabbing your pillows that were in the backseat and bringing them with him.

you situate yourselves comfortably before he locks the doors. embry pulls you into his arms, throwing a couple covers over your bodies, though you didn’t entirely need them.

“i don’t want you to be driving when you’re half asleep,” you say to him.

“i know,” he mumbles. “thank you for making me pull over, though. i wouldn’t want to hurt you in a crash.”

“we’ll get there in the morning, safely.” embry smiles and kisses your forehead.

“i love you.”

seth clearwater

it was a tradition for you and seth to get together every friday night and hang out, order some pizza or get some fast food from somewhere, and catch up. sure, you see each other quite a lot, but it was nice to spend time with one another.

tonight was the first night in a while, though, that you’ve been able to hang out. he disappeared for about three weeks, worrying you quite a lot. but he promised tonight he would explain everything.

when the pizza arrived, seth pulled into your driveway minutes later.

“i have soda and stories!” he announces, walking into your home. you laugh and set the sodas on the counter before hugging him tightly. he laughs and wraps his arms around you.

“where have you been?” you wonder, your voice muffled by his chest. he sighs and sways the both of you back and forth.

“i’ll explain it later, okay? for now, i just wanna enjoy some good pizza and being back with you!” you giggle and pull away, walking to the counter where the boxes of pizza sit.

after eating, lots of laughing, and catching up, long after the sun had gone down, you decided to start a movie, even though it was nearing one in the morning.

but you couldn’t really focus on it, your mind wandering to what seth was going through.

“i have something to admit,” he finally says after half an hour into the movie. you sit up and grab his hand for support.

“do you remember when we were younger, and my dad would tell us those scary stories about these people that turned into wolves to fend off of what they considered ‘the cold ones’?” he wonders.

“vaguely.” he nods and takes a deep breath.

“well, it’s true,” he admits. “my ancestors were the ones to shapeshift into werewolves, and those genes have been passed down to a few of us. including me.”

“you mean you’re a shapeshifter?” you confirm. he nods, scared to look up at you.

“and that’s why you’ve been gone for weeks?” again, he nods.

“i couldn’t tell you anything before, but now i can. and i know it sounds crazy, but it’s true.” you let the information sink in for a moment before leaning over to hug him. he is shocked that you aren’t entirely freaked out.

“thank you,” he whispers into your neck. “for sticking with me no matter what.”

jacob black

things with jacob got off to a really rough start. you two knew each other through jared, and you met him when he phased and everything. but the issue was, he imprinted on you not long after meeting you.

another huge issue, jacob wanted nothing to do with anyone else other than bella. that included you. even when sam informed him that rejecting an imprint is nearly impossiblel, he didn’t want to listen.

you still hung around the pack every day, enjoying their company and friendship, accepting you as a part of the group, even when jacob didn’t.

one day, though, everything changes.

“i never wanted an imprint!” jacob yells at sam. everyone had taken a trip to the beach and the two wolves had gotten into a slight disagreement. things escalated before jacob ran off into the woods.

“he’ll come around, (y/n), he has to,” sam reassures you, walking back over to the group. you just smile and nod, wanting to go home.

as the days go by, you hear nothing from jacob. it was starting to upset you, deep down, you could feel the imprint bond weakening, and the pack was really worried. they all had a long sit down with jacob, who was willing to listen, thankfully.

after that day, jacob thought over his situation with bella and you, and came to a decision. it was late at night, close to one-thirty in the morning, when you heard pebbles being thrown at your window.

“jacob?” you groggily wonder after getting up from trying to fall asleep. he looks up at you with a remorseful look on his face.

“can i come up?” you nod and step back, watching as he scales the tree and parkours into your room.

“hey,” he mumbles. you nod your head at him and go to sit down on your bed, but he pulls you into his arms. you are shocked, but he holds you tight against him.

“let me explain everything,” he says. you breathe in his scent deeply, relaxing at the hint of cologne still left on his clothing from the day. you stay in his arms for a little bit longer before pulling away to nod.

an hour later, you are curled up against his chest in your bed, done with hearing him out. he had chosen you over her, thankfully.

“so you’re dedicated to focusing on me?”

“yes. from here on out. i promise..”

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heliads · 3 years

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In the Long Run

Based on this request: “An AU where Newt is immune to the Flare. The female reader ended up in the Glade shortly after Alby and Newt. She became a runner/ the third-in-command, and she and Newt started dating.”

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Were it not for the oppressive misery of getting up this early in the morning, you’re pretty sure that your job as a Runner would be the best thing in the entire Glade. It already is, to be honest. You don’t have to slog around bricks and planks with the Builders, or work all day as a Track-Hoe. Instead, you get to explore every corner of the Maze, enjoying the title and preeminence of such an important job. The only downside, other than the chance of getting killed by the Grievers, is that you have to wake up at this ungodly hour of the morning.

You start to sit up, stretching. A shape moves beside you, barely visible in the lingering darkness of dawn. You can’t help but smile as you glance down at your boyfriend, who’s glaring at you petulantly.

“I appreciate you putting in all this effort into your job, love, but do you really have to get up this early?”

You laugh quietly, careful to keep your voice down so as not to wake the other Gladers. “Afraid so, Newt.”

Newt groans, rubbing a hand over his still bleary face. “I mean, I think you could sleep in at least a little longer. Would being one hour late really kill you?”

You widen your eyes in mock horror. “Absolutely. My heart rate is already slowing at the thought of it.”

You go to slide out of your hammock, but Newt slides an arm around your waist, keeping you trapped beside him. You push at his arm, but he doesn’t budge.

“Newt, you have to let me go.”

He shakes his head, closing his eyes as if already asleep. “Can’t hear you. I’m too tired.”

You give up, lying back against the hammock with a grin. “You’re impossible.”

Newt smiles, the movement slow in the early morning light. “Maybe.”

His arm relaxes infinitesimally, so you take advantage of this slight lapse to twist out of his grip and jump to the ground. He reaches back for you, but it’s too late and you’re already out of his range.

He frowns at you balefully. “If you loved me, you would sleep in with me.”

You just laugh again, pressing a kiss to his cheek before starting off across the Glade. “Afraid not, Newt. You know the rules. I’ll see you later.”

He waves a bleary goodbye before collapsing back against the hammock. You let yourself treasure this one glimpse of the blond boy, hair messy from the night’s sleep, then start walking again. Frypan’s set out an early breakfast for the Runners, and you grab your meal before meeting up with Minho, Ben, and the others.

You’ve been given your own section of the Maze to run today, so after exchanging a couple of brief words with the other Runners, you take off down the twisting corridors. It’s hard not to feel claustrophobic during these first few steps, when you’re still shaking off the last vestiges of sleep and all you can see are the looming walls of the giant labyrinth. However, you’ve been a Runner for years, longer than any other. If you were ever hesitant to enter the Maze, that fear would have left you long ago.

You can still remember the panic of your first month, back when the Glade was hardly home to a scant few boys. Back then, the only Gladers were Alby, Newt, yourself, and a couple of other unlucky shanks who’d managed to get themselves stuck here like the rest of you. You’re the unofficial third in command- not elected by the rules of the Glade, but widely accepted as a voice of reason. When you’ve been in the Glade for as long as you have, people tend to listen when you have something to say.

You were also one of the first Runners to ever enter the Maze. It had been you, Newt, and Minho for a long time, until you watched the hope bleed out of the blond boy’s eyes and he had thrown himself from the walls. He had readily accepted a position as a Track-Hoe after that, when his leg stopped its fight, and none of you ever brought it up again. You can see this haunted look in his eyes, sometimes, when he watches you emerge from the Maze a little later than usual. He’s terrified to lose you to the same Maze that nearly claimed him.

In truth, he hadn’t had you when he had jumped from the walls. You hadn’t realized how much you needed Newt in your life until it seemed like he might be taken from you. Standing in a corner of the Med-Jack hut, watching Newt struggle against survival, was one of the worst terrors you had ever experienced, and you had come face to face with a Griever on more than one occasion. When he healed enough to walk the earth of the Glade once more, you’d sworn to yourself that you would stay with him, never let him leave you like he almost had during the fall. Apparently, he’d had the same thought, as he’d told you he loved you not soon after that.

It had been a grateful night after a long and tiring day. It was sometimes hard to stay motivated about mapping the Maze when your favorite boy wasn’t there to run it with you, although you couldn’t blame him for switching roles in the Glade. He could be a Slicer for all you cared, just as long as he stayed alive and happy, that same smile still present in his glances your way. That was all that truly mattered.

It was a Greenie day again, and Gally had already taken it upon himself to oversee the lighting of the campfire, pass around his questionable brew, and beat the lights out of the Glade’s latest arrival. Newt sat beside you, leaning up against a log someone had rolled there a few hours earlier. You’d glanced over at him, unable to stop your eyes from catching on him, and felt a slow roll in your stomach to notice that he was already looking at you.

His gaze was soft, almost familiar, the way your hands trace a scrap of silk or the last few fine things you have in the Glade. The light from the roaring bonfire cast golden sparks upon his hair, his eyes, his smile. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to say something or not at all, just letting the moment hang here before you like a mobile. In the end, he was the first one to speak, voice slightly uneasy as if no amount of silent repetitions in his head could make him truly unafraid to say what he must.

“I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot. Probably more than I should.”

He stops there, hesitating. Then, after taking a glance around the campfire to make sure no one is watching him, he leans forward and kisses you. You freeze for a second, unbelieving, then kiss him back. Minho notices after a while, as he always does, and directs the other Gladers to let loose with the usual whoops and hollers that friends always seem to cherish. You’d laughed at that, as had Newt, and he’d kissed you again just to spite them.

Ever since then, he had become your rock, the one person you could look to when times were rough. And rough times, indeed, became even rougher and darker than before. Teresa arrived at the Glade, and you’d been excited to finally have another girl to talk to, but she’d brought with her the seeming end of days. The doors to the Maze didn’t close, and the Grievers reduced the Glade to broken buildings and a collection of corpses.

When you have the opportunity to leave the Maze, you take it. What else would you do? You run with Newt down the same corridors you’d once mapped together. You can’t help but glance over at him, wondering if returning to the Maze reminds him of the day he’d wanted to end it all, but if he thinks of it too he gives no sign of it. As it turns out, you won’t have much time for philosophical thinking- a swarm of Grievers awaits you at the exit, teeth snapping and jaws glistening. You fight beside him, and cannot help but hope that at least he will make it out. Maybe you won’t, but as long as he gets his shot to live, it will be alright with you.

Newt, however, is utterly unwilling to let you die. He makes sure you survive the Maze, pulling you through the exit even as the Grievers lunge at you. You escape WICKED with him, too, trading in the sterile strangeness of the white-walled labs for the never ending sands of the Scorch. It’s hard to stay alive here, even harder than it was in the Glade. At least then you had some sort of respite, a chance for the Doors to close and untroubled sleep to wash over you. Here, the dangers never stop coming- WICKED is following you, Cranks appear from every corner of the desert.

Now you sit in a crumbled wreck of a building, back leaning up against the faded concrete. Newt sits next of you, both staring out across the shifting sands before you. This ruin isn’t much, but it’s the best protection you’ll have in the Scorch. Thomas, Minho, and the others are arrayed in various places throughout the building, doing their best to get some rest before you head out in the morning.

You sigh, the sound trailing through the desiccating room. “Never thought I’d say it, but I kind of wish we were back in the Glade.”

Newt frowns slightly, turning to you. “Why do you think that?”

You gesture listlessly at the destruction around you, taking in the faint sounds of screams from Cranks a couple of miles away. “I thought when we made it out of the Maze we could have time to be normal people again, and not have to deal with life or death situations all the time. At least then it was easy, you know? Just us trying to find a way out.”

Newt tilts his head, acknowledging this. “Maybe we’ll find a better life after this. Thomas thinks we can find the Right Arm, right? There’s got to be at least one good spot on this planet, and they might be able to take us to it.”

You look over at him. “Do you really believe him? Do you think we’ll be able to let the good times roll after all?”

Newt chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’m willing to look, though.”

You nod, snuggling in closer to him. “That sounds good to me.”

As it turns out, Newt’s hopes are right. You end up finding the Right Arm, along with some girls from Group B of WICKED’s Maze experiments. They tell you secrets of a place far away, an island where no Cranks or hostile laboratory groups can find you. You look at Newt across your intertwined hands, see the same hope reflected in his eyes. You’re both Immune, as declared by WICKED during your brief stay there, so you might be able to make it there so long as you both manage to stay alive. It’s no easy task, as proved by literally any day of your remembered life, but you’re ready to do it with him.

In the end, it is real, all of it. You watch as Chicago, one of the last hopes of a quarantined humanity, crumbles, buildings falling to fire and destruction as the Right Arm takes down WICKED once and for all. You choke back tears, watching friends suffer from the Flare. One of the Gladers you’d known well, a Runner like yourself, begs Thomas to kill him so he won’t have to go through with the hopeless insanity. Newt pulls you close, forcing your eyes away from the body of your friend. You can’t help but feel silent waves of gratitude that he’s safe, that you’re both safe. What would you do without him?

Thomas mourns Teresa, you mourn Alby and all the others. You’ll have a place for that, though, as the island of the Right Arm’s deepest dreams turns out to be a utopian reality. For the first few days that you’re there, you can’t shake the never ending desire to lie down and never get up again. You’ve lost so much over the months and years, and there are so many friends whose names are carved into the memorial stone Minho found that you’ll never see again.

However, you still have Minho, Frypan, Thomas, Gally, and the others. Brenda and Jorge are here too, as with Aris and the Group B girls. Most importantly, you still have Newt. He looks for you when you don’t get up in the mornings, and brings you wildflowers he finds around the island. He doesn’t press you to take too large a part in the structure of life here, remembering what it was like after he jumped from the walls of the Maze.

In the end, you join him in shaping the future of the island, organizing workers and Immunes as if they’re just more Gladers to follow the rules you, Alby, and Newt had set years ago. The work is good, and it reminds you of the promises you’d made to Newt under the starry skies of the Glade and the sun-streaked sands of the Scorch. You’ll make it out, you always will. For now, you have a home, a boyfriend who loves you. It may not be a paradise you’d hoped for in the Maze, but it’s good, and you’re safe with Newt. In the end, that is everything.

requested by @thornyrose463

tmr tag list: someone who’s hotter than the scorch @underc0vercryptid

#newt #newt imagines #newt x reader #newt oneshot #tmr #tmr imagines #tmr oneshot #tmr newt #tmr newt imagines #tmr newt x reader #tmr newt oneshot #the maze runner #the maze runner imagines #the maze runner oneshot #scorch trials #death cure

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dongofthewolf · 3 years

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Hello! May I request a number 8 or number 11? She/her pronouns are preferred :) thx!!

I Despise That I Adore You

Abby Anderson X Reader

Prompt: 8. Hands brushing unexpectedly 11. Secret relationship

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Link to the prompt list here

A/N: I kind of decided last minute to write like 1.5k more words for this fic because uhhhh idk but I hope you enjoy (especially if you requested it) !!

A/N: I also didn’t realize you only requested one of the two prompts so I accidentally wrote both LOL but thanks for the request(s) !!

You have always had a very dichotomous view on life; you believed that you either liked a person, or you didn’t. It was a simple notion and a digestible one at that, but never did you think that a touch—a single accidental touch from someone you most definitely didn’t like, could wreck your world this way.

You were at a briefing for an upcoming mission. It was a long, drawn out process that you dreaded, but what made it even worse was Abby. Okay, maybe not Abby specifically, but the fact that she could sit there at six in the morning and look so effortlessly beautiful, annoyed you more than you could say. Her outfit was the same as it almost always was; a simple grey tank top with green cargo pants and boots. Nothing extraordinary or outstanding, but you still couldn’t help but find it annoyingly attractive when she crossed her fucking enormous arms over her chest like that. God, she wasn’t even trying and you were losing it.

You didn’t like Abby—you couldn’t like her. How could you possibly like her when every single sign told you not to? She was stubborn and closed off, always shielding herself from the world with some serious facade you knew was bullshit. Maybe Abby did flirt with you occasionally and perhaps you did participate in it sometimes, but that all meant nothing. And anyways, even if you did like Abby (which you obviously didn’t) it would hurt you too much when she inevitably left you for someone prettier or cooler or smarter, and you didn’t need that right now.

Abby was all types of wrong and you knew that, which is why you were so utterly puzzled by this small, electric touch. It wasn’t even longer than a second, but as soon as it happened your heart felt like it had just been squeezed like a fucking lemon.

The briefing was finally over and you were quick to leave so you could actually get some sustenance for your body, and then it happened. You hadn’t even noticed that Abby was there when you dashed out the small exit of the military tent until you felt the smallest brush of her hand against yours. You paused to look back at Abby and she was looking at you too, and you swear it would’ve taken a damn machete to cut through the tension between those few, fleeting seconds of stillness.

Your hand burned from where it had grazed Abby’s and you clenched your fingers into a fist to try and relieve yourself from the sensation. Promptly shoving your hand behind your back to hide it from Abby’s inquisitive gaze, you slowly backed away with your eyes still fixed to hers. And though there was a great amount of distance between the two of you, you noticed something in her stare. You weren’t sure if it was just your brain being stupid or manipulative, but you could’ve sworn you saw the slightest hint of endearment in Abby’s eyes.

You tried to back away quicker but nearly fell over because of a stray root in the ground that you definitely weren’t looking at, and you could see Abby snort as she tried to hold back her laughter. Smiling nervously, you turned around and bolted towards the cafeteria. It was way too early for this.

Hoping to find some solace in a burrito, you practically ran to the cafeteria, but before you could even smell that lovely tortilla blanket, someone caught you. Abby was breathing slightly heavier than usual when she pulled you aside, practically trapping you against the wall behind you.

“Why are you running from me?”

Abby’s arm was leaning on the wall next to your head and it took every ounce of willpower not to stare at her massive biceps. “I’m not running from you.”

“Um, I think the fact that I literally just sprinted after you, says something slightly different.” Abby used her other hand to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “So are we going to talk about it, or are you just going to run again?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Talk about what?”

Abby gestured her hands awkwardly between the two of you. “Us—this. Whatever this is.”

“Abby, I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about, but even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. So if you’ll excuse me, I need to grab some food now.” You ducked under Abby’s arm and began walking away but her next words stopped you in your tracks.

“I don’t understand you, I really don’t.” Abby was pacing now, her hands moving wildly as she spoke. “It’s like… sometimes you’re cold and distant and running away from me, and I just kind of accept it. I mean, even though it’s not like I’ve ever done anything to make you hate me this much, it obviously won’t help my situation if I continue to flirt with you. But then the next day I’ll catch you looking at me in that way and-”

“In what way?” You interrupted.

“Seriously?” Abby cocked her eyebrow, her mouth curled into an annoyed smirk as she rolled her eyes. “You look at me like you’re not sure whether you want to pounce me or punch me in the face.”

She said it so plainly that you were speechless for a second, was it seriously that obvious? There was so much going through your head right now, but the one thing that stuck with you was the fact that you agreed with her. Though it’s not like you could ever admit it, so instead you opted for some good ol’ denial. “I do not.”

Abby was quick to respond, like she had anticipated your answer. “You do, and you know what? I honestly have no problem with it. In fact, I encourage it! I mean if you weren’t so confusing, I’d have asked you out by now. You’re gorgeous and smart and a major badass on the field, but I just have no idea what you want from me.”

The last sentence threw you for a loop and before you knew it, your heart was doing the squeezing thing again. Did she truly think you were all those things?

Thinking about it, perhaps your problem wasn’t that you hated Abby. After all, it’s not like the reasons you disliked her were of any merit anyways. In fact, you kind of admired Abby when she wasn’t being a cocky bastard, but that still didn’t mean you could date her. Sure, she was kind of hot, and maybe you found her just the slightest bit charming, but you couldn’t possibly put yourself on the spot like that. Not only was she all types of wrong, Abby was also your superior, and Lord knows the scandal that dating her would transpire.

Finally finding some semblance of composure, you spoke hesitantly. “Abby you’re my superior and if people found out I- we just can’t, okay? I’m sorry.” You internally cringed at your words. It was such a stupid excuse but you still couldn’t help but fear the backlash you would receive for this.

Abby took a second to think before speaking. “Can I ask you a question?”

You didn’t say anything, just nodded your head slightly.

“Do you like me?” Abby’s eyes were sort of wide and almost hopeful, and you felt a slight tinge of remorse because you weren’t sure you could give her an answer. It was a simple question, but something inside you just couldn’t manage to form a proper response.

“Whether I like you or not doesn’t matter Abby, we can’t be together. I’ve worked so hard to get here and I’m not going to be belittled or ridiculed because I can’t keep my emotions in check.”

“So what you’re saying is… there are emotions to keep in check?” There was a hint of mischief in her tone and a smile on her face. You don’t think you’ve ever groaned so loudly.

“I did not say that.”

“It was implied.”

Abby chuckled to herself, taking a step towards you with every punctuated word. “Okay, let’s say that hypothetically you do have feelings for me, and that hypothetically I could make sure no one knew we were dating. Would you go out with me then?

You scoffed as you took a step towards her, your bodies now just inches from each other. “Oh yeah? And hypothetically, how would you do that?”

“It's simple, we date in secret.” Abby said it so nonchalantly that you thought she was joking. It took a few moments of awkward silence before you realized that she was serious.

“You’re kidding? That would never work.”

“Um first of all, I’m always serious, and second of all, did you forget that we are literally trained to be stealthy? I think if we can handle clickers, we can handle a secret relationship. Honestly Y/N, it seems like the only problem here is that you’re scared of going out with me because…” Abby took another step towards you, backing you against the wall with her arms crossed in front of her chest. “you’re afraid you’ll fall for me.”

You were utterly speechless. You wanted so badly to respond with a snarky comeback or a cheap insult, but as much as you hated to admit it, you were totally afraid of going out with her. Commitment is horrifying and complicated and you’ve gone your whole life trying to avoid it. But now? Abby was offering you a simple solution and before your mind could begin to consider the downsides to this, you answered.

“Fine. But if we get caught, it’s on you.”

And just like that, your secret relationship with Abby began.

It only took the first two dates for you to warm up to Abby—though you were incredibly apprehensive about all of it at first—it wasn't long before she had successfully charmed her way to your heart. And though you’d never admit it out loud, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t having at least a little bit of fun. It was thrilling running around with Abby like this; late-night dates, stolen looks during briefings, clandestine touches while passing each other in the halls, the way she seemed to be just a little bit more protective of you during patrols. You revelled in the way she held you when no one was around, when it was just the two of you.

It had almost been two months, and hiding a secret relationship with Abby was getting surprisingly more difficult. You figured it was likely a product of the fact that after your first kiss, Abby couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of you. It seemed as though someone was somehow lurking around every corner of this damn stadium, and the amount of times Abby had to sneak out of your room in the morning before your roommate woke up was honestly getting kind of absurd.

However, one major upside that’s come out of this deal is that you no longer despised briefings. In fact—now that you and Abby had this strange arrangement—you almost looked forward to mission briefings. The fondness for them was partly because you got to stare at Abby with adoration rather than anger, but mostly it was because you got to tease her like there was no tomorrow during them.

It was another early briefing and Isaac was droning on about… patrols? Or maybe it was borders, you weren’t really sure. Instead of focusing on his dull rambles, your mind was wandering elsewhere.

Abby was sitting in the seat next to you, her legs spread out while she leaned her toned forearms on the table in front of her. Keeping your eyes focused on Isaac, you brushed your knee against Abby’s just slightly before letting your hand slowly creep closer to her leg. Abby immediately knew what you were doing, quickly turning her attention towards you with a small tilt of her head. And though your eyes were fixed on the man in front of you, you knew she had a cautious look on her face.

A small smirk crept onto your lips as you let your hands make their way higher and higher till it was resting on her thigh. Letting it linger there, you traced little circles with your fingers, noting the way Abby covered her face with her hand to hide her expression before you gave her leg the smallest squeeze. Abby jumped in her seat and the whole room immediately turned their attention to her. Trying to hide her obvious freak-out Abby cleared her throat before asking some stupid question about intercepting the target while you did your best not to laugh next to her. When she finally finished rambling and the focus was off of her, Abby snuck you the smallest look, the kind of look that said “I’m totally going to get you for that later”.

At the end of the briefing, you noticed Abby making conversation with Manny near the exit of the military tent and an idea popped into your head. You made sure to look straight ahead as you nonchalantly walked out the exit before letting your hand brush up against Abby’s while you passed by. It still shocked you sometimes; somehow after nearly two months of hiding your relationship, her touch still managed to send you soaring. The familiar burn against your fingertips from your not-so-accidental accidental touch still lingering on your hand like an imprint—her imprint.

You looked back at her with a mischievous smirk on her face and she rolled her eyes before whispering something to Manny. Walking away knowingly, you were unsurprised when she cornered you behind a cement pillar with her hands on your hips and her mouth hungrily on yours. Abby spoke with her mouth still against yours, refusing to break the kiss.

“You know, for someone who was so adamant about having a secret relationship, you sure seem to enjoy attracting attention to us.”

You smiled into the kiss, your fingers moving to play with the end of her braid before giving it the smallest tug. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Abby groaned and you chuckled at her expression when you pulled away from her lips, causing Abby to nearly face-plant into the pillar behind you. You giggled, smiling at Abby teasingly before feigning an annoyed tone as you turned away from her with your arms crossed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to grab some food now.”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson imagine #the last of us imagine #abby anderson #abby tlou #tlou2 #the last of us 2 #fluff #secret relationship #yes this was an excuse to openly express my desire to be cornered by a buff lady so she can make out with me in secret #no i will not be apologizing

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imjusttpeachy · 3 years

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the early bird gets the panini (c.h.)

well this is quite the change of pace isn’t it. lmao i figured u guys needed a break from the crying so here’s... whatever this is

thank u all new followers!! u jus made a big mistake💞🦋

u guys should search up “my very real collab with 50 cent” by corpse if you haven’t heard it yet, i ascended the first time i listened lmaoooo

playlist

the wombats - greek tragedy

aminé - heebiejeebies

free nationals - beauty and essex

the marías- let my baby stay

summary: Corpse interrupts the reader’s morning livestream after she left him alone in bed that morning. Fluff and fuckery ensues.

word count: 2, 326

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns, coarse language

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“Okay, Tom Nook is the most bitch-ass motherfucker I’ve ever met. I could fold him like a panini with a slap I swear to god.”

Mornings were definitely one of your favourite times to stream. Of course, you loved staying up into the early hours of the morning only kept awake by the energy drinks running through your veins and the screaming of your friends over your headset, but nothing could beat the sweet simplicity of waking up with your watchers. It was always so calm, your anxiety levels at a low with the small audience building up slowly as more of them woke up. Reading those good morning messages saying that you helped to start their day off on a good foot— nothing would beat that.

The only downside to these scheduled morning streams was having to tear yourself away from the cozy warmth of your bed, especially if there was a certain someone blanketed over you silently persuading you to stay there forever. It was always a rare sight, bruised eyes sealed shut, long eyelashes kissing pale cheeks as small snores escaped from slightly parted lips. Glancing down at the messy black mop that rested on top of your chest, you sighed softly. You knew he’d only been asleep for a few hours, if that, thinking back to the night before where you crawled into bed alone after kissing him goodnight before leaving him to finish editing for his latest video. He worked too hard, but despite you reminding him this every single time he stayed up into the dark hours of the night to finish his work, he always never seemed to be satisfied. Most of the time you were able to coax him from the stuffy confines of his gaming office, bribing him with sweet kisses and promises of cuddles; when he was in the zone, though, nothing could steer his sore eyes away from the monitor. So with a sweet kiss goodnight, you’d make your way to the bedroom, falling asleep to the faint click-clacks of his keyboard.

It was funny how different you were in that aspect. You always loved mornings, the sun shining through the blinds always brought a smile to your face holding the promise of a bright day ahead. It felt good to never be in a rush, to enjoy the still air, and watch the world around you wake up as people settled into their daily routines. The day’s chaos always seemed to leak through into the dark of the night, but in the morning everything felt new and refreshed; the perfect new beginning to another chapter in the story of your life. Though, allowing yourself the guilty pleasure of staying in bed tangled together with your favourite person every so often wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Okay, maybe it was almost every day.

But who could say no when those strong arms encased you so perfectly, holding you so close you couldn’t figure out where you ended and where he started? Who could say no to his warm skin pressed against your own, the weight of his body grounding you as you pulled yourself from the darkness of sleep? Who could say no to being able to study his face up close, running your fingertip ever so lightly along the curve of his jaw, the bridge of his nose, the apples of his cheekbones, watching his eyelids flutter as he stirred softly in his sleep? Who could say no to the pillow talk you shared once those pretty eyes opened, the deep grumble of his morning voice that prickled goosebumps over your skin as he muttered those 3 sweet little words?

Definitely not you.

Well, not often anyway.

Reluctantly pulling your gaze away from the sweet face resting on your chest, you glanced over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. Red numbers reading 9:37 AM that seemed to be glaring back at you pushed any thought of indulging in your morning pleasures straight from your mind. You’d need to be live in 20 minutes. Puffing another sigh from your lips you slowly worked your way out from underneath your personal weighted blanket, trying your best to maneuver him softly onto the pillows to not wake him. Of course, you’d never be that lucky. Hissing through your teeth as your feet hit the icy top of the hardwood floor, you whipped your head around as a warm hand encased your wrist in a loose grip. Beneath messy bed head that could barely be seen from underneath the comforter that you had pulled back on top of him, you see the glimpse of tired eyes clouded with confusion peering out from underneath.

“Angel?” The deep grumble muttered underneath his breath almost made you throw all your plans to the wind and crawl right back into the fluffy clouds you longed to once again get lost in. Huffing out a sigh you slowly turned around, pulling your hand from his grasp only to bury it in the dark locks buried among the pillows. You leaned down softly, pushing your hands through his hair to reveal soft pleading eyes staring back at you, doing nothing but making your heart ache for having to leave so soon. Trancing your thumb along his eyebrow to try and smooth the small furrow that had made its home between them, you sighed softly.

“It’s Thursday, gotta stream puppy.” You watched as a small flash of recognition passed across his bleary eyes, a puff escaping his lips from under the comforter as you watched his chest fall slightly. Pulling his head up from the comforter, you smiled as you felt chapped lips press a small kiss to the inside of your wrist in understanding. Allowing yourself a bit of fun you leaned down pressing your lips to his briefly, giggling softly as a whine escaped his mouth as you pulled away. “Promise I won’t be long, I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me.”

“Too late for that.”

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Smiling as you glanced up at your monitor that held your live chat, you watched as your viewers lost it with your threat to an animated shopkeeper. Times like this are what remind you of how grateful you are to your subscribers, they were practically family at this point and you felt you couldn’t be luckier to have such genuine, warm-hearted people that wanted to watch; even when you were cussing out characters that did nothing to you. You were laughing as you read some of the chat replies out loud when you saw your phone light up with a text from where it was sitting on your desk. Excusing yourself for a moment from the stream you grabbed your phone seeing a message from Corpse.

Corpsie💞💞: did you order coffee? someone knocked on the door and there’s a paper bag on the step

Cursing to yourself quietly for forgetting, you answered him quickly saying that you just needed to cut to a break on stream and you’d be out in a minute to grab it. He was wary of even opening the front door these days, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. The last time you had driven out to pick up whatever was sent into his P.O. Box, there were people waiting outside the building. When you went inside to grab everything, you asked the teller what exactly they were waiting for, to which he told you that they were hoping to catch a glimpse of this faceless internet star as this is where he’d go to get his mail. You don’t think you’ve ever walked faster to your car— trying your best to not grab their attention though your body was shaking with adrenaline, knowing they might’ve seen him while he was waiting there for you. Practically throwing open the driver's door, you tossed everything haphazardly into the back seat, telling Corpse to pull up his hood and mask as you started the car and peeled out of there. That was the last time he left the house.

You sighed, dropping your phone back on your desk as well as the switch that had been sitting in your lap, beginning to explain that you needed a quick break to get your coffee and starting to click through the settings to set up your break screen when you saw your phone light up again.

Corpsie💞💞: nah don’t worry i got it

You barely had time to sit back in your chair as you stared at your phone in disbelief before there was a soft knocking on your office door.

“Just kidding guys, apparently we have a kind guest who’s bringing it to me instead.”

Corpse hearing your voice from behind the door, it swung open to reveal your mop-headed lover sporting his cute plaid pyjama pants and yesterday’s hoodie as he held your coffees and bag in his hand. You grinned to yourself, moving out of the frame of the webcam as you reached out to grab everything, placing it on your desk before turning back to him with a wide smile. Reaching back for his hand, you pulled it down toward you, his body following as your other hand reached up to bury itself in his bedhead. You leaned forward and pressed a small peck onto his lips, mumbling a soft thank you against them as you kissed him once more. While this may have looked like the most simple gesture you knew how difficult it must have been for him, almost wanting to cry at how sweet he was to go to those lengths to do something a little special for you. As you pulled away, you smiled as his face mirrored yours, those soft rosy lips pulled into the sweetest grin you’d ever seen. Resting his forehead against yours, he mumbled back a small “anything for you princess,” the deep rumble of his morning voice sending a chill up your spine as you leaned forward again to steal another sweet kiss. Finally pulling away from you he stood up to his full height, a yawn escaping his mouth; though as he looked back toward the door you could sense his hesitation and grinned widely up at him.

“Do you wanna sit with me for a bit? I can just turn off the camera.” Giggling softly, you watched his head practically whip back toward you nodding a yes as he squeezed your hand, still intertwined with his. Reluctantly pulling it from his grasp, you pulled yourself back toward your monitors as you began to click through your stream settings.

“Well, your favourite guest has decided to grace us with his presence for a little so I’m gonna have to turn off face-cam, but I don’t think you guys will have a problem with that.” You laughed out, watching as your chat began to surge with messages about him. Making sure there was no way you could accidentally turn on the webcam again, you gestured him over to you starting to stand from your chair to grab the other one sitting in the corner of the office when a hand grasped yours, a strong tug pulling you completely off it with; a small yelp escaped your lips as you fell clumsily into your boyfriend's chest. You could hear his laugh from above you as he maneuvered you around in his arms before falling back onto your chair and pulling you into his lap, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck where you could feel that smug grin that was surely painted on his face. With his arms wrapped around you completely, holding you securely to his chest you knew you weren’t going anywhere. Looking up at the chat a laugh was pulled from your lips as your watchers conspired against you, message after message accusing you of doing something unspeakable behind the camera as being the reason you turned it off.

“Guys, literally nothing is happening.” You laughed out, watching as the chat passed so fast you couldn’t even read a full sentence. “Corpse just decided he wanted to share a chair instead of getting his own.”

“Yeah, my bad.” With no trace of any remorse in his monotone answer, another laugh escaped from your lips. Leaning forward to grab your switch and actually start playing again, you settled back into Corpse’s lap knowing this is exactly where you wanted to be. You were only a few minutes back into the game, Corpse and you occasionally reading out some live chat comments excited about his surprise appearance as viewers slowly climbed— his own watchers joining to watch the stream, when he inevitably started to fuck with you. A chill snaked up your spine as you began to feel small kisses trailing up your neck, you should’ve known this was one of the reasons he wanted to have you in his lap— it was easier to get your attention this way. You could feel that smug little smile drift back onto his face as he heard your voice start to shake slightly; at those moments he’d pull away and start replying to messages before turning back and starting all over again. It was the fourth time he began to press those soft lips to the base of your throat when you shrugged him off and shoved the breakfast sandwich you were snacking on into his face.

“Okay, if you want to share a chair you’re gonna have to behave.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry baby, sorry.” Corpse laughed out, voice muffled from behind the sandwich; taking a bite of it and placing it back in front of you, his chest still shaking with laughter. Deciding to hook his chin over your shoulder instead, he went back to watching the live chat, chatting and answering questions— that is before he came across a certain comment that had him furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What’s this about you folding Tom Nook like a panini?”

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#corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse x reader #corpse imagine #corpse husband x y/n

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giogio-vanna · 3 years

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Accidental confessions | Narancia x fem! Reader

@skylarkvip asks: If it's not too much, may I request a scenario? Imagine Narancia is inviting his crush/friend over because they were paired up for a school project and the gang are relentlessly teasing Narancia so much, he eneded up accidentally confessing to her. (Pronouns used would be she/her)

Hi there! I’m SO sorry for the long wait! I worked on this a bit and eventually ended up rewriting it!! I had a blast writing this, so thank you for requesting! Thank you for waiting, it means the world to me!

TLDR; Narancia got lucky and was paired with his crush for a school project. The only downside is the fact that his friends love to tease him. Their relentless teasing causes an unexpected love confession!

Word count: 2.3k

Tw: language

Note: this is an au where everyone lives in the same house. It takes place after the events of part 5 and everyone is alive. Also, peep Don Giovanna!

More after the cut!

Narancia had never done well in school; in fact, he dropped out to join the Passione.

Maybe it was due to the severity of his job; the constant worry of him and his friends' safety outweighed learning a couple of math equations or compound sentences. However, after Giorno assumed the position of the Don, he felt a lot of his prior worries diminish. That's when he made a promise to himself he would go back to school and get a proper education.

Which led to where he was currently. It was a warm and sunny Saturday morning, around the time Narancia would be sleeping. Except for this Saturday, he wasn't; the night prior he hardly got any sleep. The excitement and butterflies got the best of him and his sleep suffered as a consequence. However, he wasn't as tired as he figured he was. Today was the day his crush was coming over to his house to work on a science project and that was enough to invigorate Narancia for the rest of the day.

He had been crushing hard on the girl for a while at this point and hasn't had the gall to confess to her yet. She was the first person he met when he arrived back at school, and from there on, he was smitten. She was so sweet and kind to him; she never judged him for his lack of intelligence. Rather, she would study with him during lunch and breaks. She melted his heart. Not to mention her beauty; he was always in a trance when she was around him.

He knew today was supposed to be used to brainstorm on their project, so he figured he would have to push his feelings down for another day. Either way, he was able to get alone time with [Y/N] and that was enough to satiate his cravings for her; just being in her presence sent him over the moon.

Albeit, there was one rather large hurdle Narancia would need to overcome in order for this study date — at least to him, it is — to go smoothly: his teammates. His teammates would most likely be in close proximity to them and overhear their conversations. More importantly, overhear Narancia shamelessly flirt and attempt to impress [Y/N]. His face contorted into worry and dread.

He managed to keep this little rendezvous a secret, aside from informing Bruno and Giorno. Neither of them could guarantee the rest of their group would leave Narancia alone — especially Mista. Nevertheless, Narancia made his way down to the kitchen area of the house they lived in. Once downstairs, he was met with Mista, Fugo, and Abbacchio sitting at a table together. Mista flagged the young teen over to their table to eat. Narancia did almost everything to keep his excitement down to a minimum; he really didn't want to be teased. However, Mista caught on to his friend's unusual behavior.

“You’re up awfully early, Narancia,” Mista spoke, eyebrow cocked. “Normally you sleep until the late afternoon on Saturdays. What’s the special occasion?”

Before Narancia could even formulate some sort of half-assed reply, his phone buzzed on the table. His eyes shot down to look at the notification and that’s when his stomach erupted with butterflies, along with his face turning red. Mista caught on immediately and snatched his phone off the table.

“Who’s this, Narancia?” He asked, keeping the panicking teen at an arm's distance.

“I-it’s no one Mista! Now give me my damn phone back, asshole!”

A smirk grew on Mista’s face, in a painfully stereotypical girls voice he read:

“Hey Narancia, It's [Y/N]! Thank you for being so kind to offer up your place for us to work on our science project! I’ll be at your place in about 15 minutes! I’m excited to see you!”

Narancia sat back in his chair, completely flustered; his face red and his stomach full of butterflies. He was equally as embarrassed as he was overjoyed at the message. This sudden outburst caught the attention of Fugo and Abbacchio.

“Oh Narancia,” Mista cooed, “I didn't know you had a special lady friend!”

Narancia tried to sink into his chair with the hopes of disappearing. He knew this was going to happen, especially from Mista. He now knew Mista would do anything in his power to be in the same vicinity as the two of them. Narancia groaned and slammed his head against the table, defeated.

“A science project?” Mista spoke, still looking at Narancias phone. “What kind of project is it? Maybe something with the reproductive system, if you catch my drift!”

Mista nudged Narancia with his elbow as he made his vulgar joke. Narancia sat up and smacked his friend's elbow away. He pouted with a blush dusting his cheeks as his friend laughed at him.

“Haha, very funny Mista. But no, it's not about that. Actually, that's why [Y/N] is coming over, so we can figure this out.”

“And when were you going to tell us about this? You’ve said nothing to us!” Fugo interjected. “What are we supposed to do, huh? Just tiptoe around your study session? Why would—”

Abbacchio placed a firm hand on Fugos's shoulder. His grip was tight enough to catch the teen's attention and shut him up.

“Fugo, calm down. It's not that big of a deal. Just ignore Narancia and his girlfriend today” Abbacchio said dryly.

Mista laughed at Abbacchio’s comment and Narancia immediately threw his hands to his face and let out a loud groan. He was already nervous for her to come over, much less with the comments of his teammates. He began to say a silent prayer with the hopes of this study session going smoothly.

Just as the four of them began to clean the table — it mainly was Abbacchio — Giorno and Bruno emerged from another location within the house. Narancia looked toward his friends with a pleading face. The two of them had missed the conversation that transpired a few minutes prior.

“Oh Narancia, isn’t your girlfriend coming over today to study?” Giorno asked as they approached the kitchen.

The question was innocent enough, however, Giorno had no idea what the ramifications of his comment would do to Narancia. With a shaky breath, Narancia begrudgingly explained to Giorno that she in fact was not his girlfriend — with an emphasis on girlfriend for Abbacchios sake as well — rather his friend and project partner.

“Oh, speaking of her,” Bruno began while peeking out the window. “ I think she's here, Narancia.”

With the kitchen cleaned and teasing done, for the most part, his teammates began to filter out of the kitchen. With a few last jokes and a “shoot your shot” impromptu speech, Mista reluctantly left. Just then, the doorbell rang and Narancia made his way to let her in. Much to his dismay, he was completely flustered and a shaky mess. He couldn’t tell what was making him shake more: the butterflies in his stomach or his excitement.

With one last faltering breath, Narancia opened the door to be met with the eyes of his crush. She was in casual clothes, as opposed to their typical school uniform, and looked comfortably beautiful. He was so taken aback by her presence, he forgot to say hello.

“Hey Narancia,” [Y/N] spoke with a bright smile. “You okay? Your face is red! Are you running a fever? If so, we can always reschedule!”

The word ‘reschedule’ snapped him out of his love-stricken trance to respond. “N-no! I’m okay, honestly! Please come in!”

He moved out of the way of the door and gestured the young girl into his home. She was in awe at the beautiful modern Italian architecture; they truly did live in a beautiful home. She began to ask Narancia about the family dynamic and he tried his best to explain — save to mention the mafia. The thought of his teammates made him flustered due to their previous relentless teasing. They made their way into the kitchen where Narancia pulled a seat out for her.

She thanked him for his gracious action and sat down next to his chair. As she began to rummage through her backpack on the ground, Narancia caught Mista peeking his head around the kitchen corner. His eyes widened and he began to panic. He wished it was someone other than Mista who was spying, but he should have known better. While [Y/N] was looking into her bag, Narancia began to flail his arms, trying to shoo Mista away.

Mista giggled to himself quietly and ducked back around the corner. Narancia huffed and rested his elbow on the table quite loudly, placing his chin in his hand. It was no surprise that his blood was slowly beginning to boil. He genuinely wanted to impress her rather than scare her away because his housemates are annoying.

The audible huff and elbow on the table caught her attention. [Y/N] immediately sat up and shot an apologetic look toward the boy.

“Oh, I’m sorry for making you wait, Narancia! I could’ve sworn I brought my notebook.” she sheepishly spoke, choosing to not dig through her bag anymore.

He cocked his head at her comment. Why was she apologizing? She had nothing to be sorry for. Unbeknownst to Narancia, [Y/N] felt as though she was the one to cause his little outburst. Narancia's eyes were glued to her as he was trying to search for the answer to his internal question. [Y/N] cleared her throat and broke the awkward silence.

“S-so, do you have any ideas for our project?”

The two began to discuss the project and brainstorm ideas. Both of their moods began to slowly lift as the two of them talked. Still, [Y/N] couldn’t shake the feeling she was the reason he seemed off. Narancia had been uncharacteristically on edge since she got to his house. Between not responding to her this morning, his dazed look when she arrived, and his sudden outburst of frustration, she felt bad. She made it a note to apologize before she left.

All was going well until Mista made his presence known again. While [Y/N] was mapping out their plan on a piece of paper, Narancia caught Mista standing at the kitchen entrance. Narancia glared at his friend and clenched his fist. Mista began to give thumbs up and make lewd hand gestures which sent Narancia off the edge.

“Really? Are you done yet? I’m getting real sick of your shit!” Narancia yelled.

[Y/N] stopped writing and looked at Narancia with wide eyes. His eyes met her and that's when he realized he fucked up royally. She quickly began to pack up her items, muttering apologies as she went along. Mista retreated behind the wall as [Y/N] was about to turn and leave. Narancia was utterly befuddled as he watched her pack her bag. It finally clicked with him that's why she apologized earlier; his outburst caused her to feel as though she was the issue.

“I-I’m really sorry Narancia! Today was a bad day to work on this. It’s no worries! W-we can reschedule!” She waved her hands, signaling it was no worry.

She began to leave the kitchen, remembering where the front door was located. She said goodbye to Narancia and that's when he quickly approached her. He grabbed her hand and tugged her back to him. He had to make this right. He couldn't let her go feeling like she was the problem. [Y/N]’s face flushed red as he gripped her hand. It wasn't too tight, nor too loose. There was an evident blush on his face. She swallowed hard as he took a deep breath and spoke.

“[Y/N],” Narancia began. “I’m sorry today happened the way it did; it wasn't supposed to—”

“Narancia, it’s okay, really” She spoke suddenly.

“But it isn't,” he quickly added. “The reason I've been off is because my friends have been non-stop teasing me about you being here. They found out I had a major crush on you and wouldn't let up—”

[Y/N] covered her mouth with her free hand and stared at the boy in front of her. Did he just give a love confession? He was still rambling on about why he was being the way he was. After coming to terms with these feelings, [Y/N] waited patiently for Narancia to realize what he said and stop talking. However, Narancia didn't realize he accidentally confessed. He was so wrapped up with making things right it didn't register to him.

“Narancia,” [Y/N] started with a smile. He stopped talking and stared at her, still unaware of his statement. “I like you too, and I have for a while now actually.”

“Thank you for forgiv— wait, you what?”

[Y/N] rolled her eyes and chuckled as she pulled the teen into her arms. She engulfed him in a hug to which he immediately responded. His arms flew around her lower back as hers found his neck. He began to sway her back and forth, enjoying her hug. He laughed wholeheartedly as he picked [Y/N] off the ground and spun her around. He was soaring on cloud nine knowing she reciprocated his feelings. He would be smiling about this moment for weeks to come.

Today might not have initially started off as he wanted, but it ended better than he could have imagined.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Bonus ending

Down the hall from the newly founded couple, Mista and Fugo began to argue.

“You owe me, Fugo!” Mista shouted excitedly with his hand out. He stuck his tongue out as he waited for the money. “You owe me twenty bucks!”

Fugo muttered choice words as he dug around in his wallet for money. He slapped the money in his friend's hand and proceeded to throw his wallet on the floor angrily. They had bet 20 bucks on Narancia confessing to his crush, and Fugo unfortunately lost.

“I knew he would do it, my man!” Mista laughed as he put the money away triumphantly.

“He only confessed because you practically forced him, Mista” Abbacchio spoke with a sigh.

“Regardless,” Mista said happily, “We both came out victors. Though, I think he got a sweeter prize than me.”

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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Song: Officially Missing You by Tamia

Summary: When Tsukishima realizes how much he needs you even if you just started dating

Pairing: Kei Tsukishima x fem! reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: this is PURE, ALSO JRISNDOESN I FORGOT ABOUT THE DISTANCE OF MIYAGI FROM TOKYO SO PLS LET'S ACT LIKE THEY'RE SEMI NEAR-

"Yes! Of course, Kei!"

It's only been two weeks when the blonde finally received your sweet approval of being his. You probably wouldn't have guessed to see the harsh boy with red cheeks and a smile on his features on that day, but it was safe to say it was a sight to remember. Icons and nicknames changed instantly when you two got home, the giddy feeling in your hearts making the new lovers stay up and talk until the dawn. You also couldn't forget the look on Yamaguchi's face when he saw you two holding hands when Tsukishima was walking you to your bus stop for you to go home, the green haired boy rushed to you immediately hugging you, genuinely happy his best friend finally found someone.

Even if it was only two weeks ago, it felt as if it should've happened a little earlier than that.

The only downside to this new found love was that you didn't exactly go to Karasuno unlike your boyfriend. You went to Nekoma high unknowing they were soon to be Karasunos opponent but you disregarded the idea and still decided that he was in fact, good for you. So every morning, he calls you when you two when you were on your way to school. He insisted on this little habit knowing you two never really have the time to be around each other since he was busy with training and so that he can spend time with you without his annoying teammates scramming around that he has a girlfriend.

With you being hours away from him, it was only right to text or call him whenever you arrived, reassuring him you were safe and sound. Even when you two were walking home, there was no way for you to end the call, cautious of the time you spent even if it was through FaceTime. In a short amount of time, this little habit was already embedded in your relationship. Tsukishima even managed to take notice of your schedule the minute you got home. When you've finally made it back to your house, you were bound to finish all of the requirements so you can talk to him all night once you're done.

You also managed to slip in a little gesture for the boy, sending him audios of you greeting him good morning or overall reminding him to take care of himself. Telling him it was his little good luck charm, something to remember you by whenever he was training. Surely he shouldn't be affected by something so simple but since it came from you, his heart never fails to flutter whenever he hears your sweet voice, greeting him so early in the morning with your little giggle when you went to talk about a dream you had.

As far as Tsukishima knows, he hasn't really made it clear to his teammates he was in a relationship. He didn't want to hear the never ending questions of the mysterious girl or even how it started. Even Yamaguchi doesn't ask questions about you knowing Yamaguchi was the only person Tsukishima even introduced you to- well was forced to introduce you since he really couldn't find an excuse as to why he was a holding a girls hand late in the afternoon.

"T-tsukki?" Yamaguchi utters, his eyes switching back and forth between your hands that were intertwined and to you in general. He wonders if he was dreaming, there was a huge chance of that but remembering how his best friend mentioned a girl in one of their conversations he can't help but blink wondering if you were the girl he was talking about. You look up to Tsukishima while he lets out a sigh as he pushes his glasses forward.

"This is Y/N my uh..girlfriend." You smile at the familiar boy and remove your hand from the blonde before sticking your hand out aiming to shake hands with him but instead arms were wrapped around you shortly catching you off guard. You hear a tch behind you but your hands were clasped into his shaking it excitedly.

"I'm Yamaguchi! It's so nice to finally meet you!"

On your side of the story, Kenma didn't really wanna intervene but when he sees you smiling at your phone he can't help but wonder if it was a game. Which lead you to admit that it was just your boyfriend and hearing the words slip your mouth, he just continued on with his game not even asking who the boyfriend was but soon Kuroo found out about the little secret at practice when it was just the two of them knowing you trusted Kuroo as well.

"Y/N promised me she was gonna ask something about chemistry. You know where she is?" Kuroo asks but he only receives a shrug from the smaller boy.

"Probably texting her boyfriend." He says nonchalantly and Kuroos eyebrows furrow but once he realizes that Kenma was actually being truthful, a smirk appears on his face.

"Ah! A boyfriend! That's interesting, I wonder who the bastard is. Do you know?" Kenma shakes his head no but Kuroo only lets the sly smirk on his features as he thinks about the next day, ready to bombard you with teases.

Kuroo stuck to his promise, urging you to spill who the lucky guy was but you only remained quiet with flustered cheeks as Kenma slightly glares at him wishing he'd stop the jokes, fully respecting your decision of not letting Kuroo know who the boy is.

Up til now, no one really noticed that their tallest teammate was in love since Tsukishima really didn't show an ounce of adoration on his features and he was entirely caught up in improving his moves and mocking the first years so his love life was kept behind doors.

But even if his features didn't show, his heart says otherwise.

How can his heart skip a beat when he sees you? What is that happy feeling in his stomach whenever you hold his hand? What is that anxious feeling when your name flashes on his screen? Needless to say he was new to everything, but nothing beats the feeling of having him make his way home to your arms when you two meet. All his exhaustion from long practices vanishes quickly when your arms were around him, your scent rubbing off him, and especially when your lips press to his cheek.

Disregarding his crave for your presence, he was still in denial of being clingy. He never really liked the idea of a person acting in such a way so he assumed he wouldn't act like that but when a girl comes strolling into his life, of course he was bound to act different but then he remembers a certain conversation between you and him.

"How was your day?" He asks and he can see through his screen you were shuffling in your bed hugging a pillow underneath you, your cheeks resting on the soft material and Tsukishima smiles slightly at the appeal.

"All good, Tsukki. Did you miss me?" You teased with an eyebrow raised. He rolls his eyes when he hears your little giggle, making his heart jump at the sound.

"You really didn't miss me?" You chuckle again but you look at the camera to see him staring right back.

"Pft..Of course I did, dumbass but I'm not the one to be clingy." He states and you run your fingers through your soft h/c hair. "Its okay to be clingy, babe. I really wouldn't mind having my boyfriend be crazy for me." He chuckles at your comment but shakes his head before adjusting his glasses.

"Sucks for you then, you can't expect me to be clingy that's for sure." You pout and his lips merely broke into a smile. How cute. He thought.

"Then maybe you are crazy."

"Oi!" And your laugh just echoes through his ears, a sound he found addicting like his favorite song.

Now that texting was your usual way of communicating, he wonders what it'd be like to be around you all the time. If only you were in the same school as he was, he wouldn't dare to pass up the opportunity of being with you 24/7 even if he has to be with his teammates, he'd still pick you over them in a heart beat.

With your father switching between Miyagi and Tokyo, it was beneficial for you two to meet at a location while your father was at work, waiting for him to pick you up. After school you would just ask him to take you to your school then picks you up in the afternoon so he can finish his job at Miyagi. With pure luck, you'd arrive at Miyagi at 7:30pm, wherein they've yet to finish training so you spend time with him when you're able.

So here he was after practice, bidding goodbye to Yamaguchi with his phone in his hands messaging you if you were here. You replied a yes and he was already on his way to see you, eager to experience your embrace.

And this is part of the day that he loved.

Ending the day, exhausted and worn out, just to feel refreshed when his eyes land on her figure. His heart swells with joy when he sees her sitting on the bench with a longing expression of her face. Then light is brought upon his world when her eyes met his, forming a smile onto her features as she walks over to him, slowly wrapping her arms around his tall figure. A sigh of relief is expressed and he reciprocates the embrace immediately his chin resting on top of your head as his hands caress you waist gently.

"You wanna eat before you go home? You look tired babe." You say and he just mindlessly nods, lost at the sweet tone of your voice. You step away from the embrace, grasping your hands with his before walking inside the convenience store. As you two pick up the food to eat, you were back at the bench with your head to his arm while you two feast on the snacks enjoying the night sky.

"Kei?" You turn to him and he looks right at you the minute his name slips off your lips.

"What?"

"I might be busy for a bit. There's a group project and an individual presentation for me to do. Is that fine with you bub?" You ask and Tsukishima rests your head on his arm once again.

"Of course I'm okay with it, idiot. Just don't over work yourself got it?" You nod and place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"What about you? Still training with Yams and the others?"

"Tragically, yes." He comments making you laugh. You threw the wrapper into the trash bin at the corner, Tsukishima following your movements as well. You both stood up, linking your arms with his as you two walk.

"I'm assuming they're not as bad as you make them to be. I mean Yamaguchi is so nice." You say earning a scoff from the boy.

"I promise you that two of them are little delinquents from hell-"

"Kei!" You slap his arm gently and he laughs at your gesture before planting a kiss to your hair, catching you off guard and making your heart leap with excitement.

"Okay, some aren't bad but you don't need to meet them. It's too chaotic and I know Hinata would not stop when he meets you." Tsukishima comes to a hault when you've received a notification from your father who was ready to pick you up. As expected, you immediately hug Tsukishima before pulling away and landing another peck to his cheek.

"I'll see you when I see you, Kei. Thanks for tonight." You say and he too lands a kiss upon your forehead before muttering a stay safe underneath his breath. You smile at his words before walking away from him, turning back to wave at him once in a while. Once you were for sure out of his vision, he smiles to himself, satisfied of another happy night with you.

As five days pass, he's yet to hear from his lovely girlfriend, not even meeting him in the morning now that she's driven to school by her father later than the time she usually goes with him. He's received texts later than he expected but it just proved she had a lot on her hands. He was the one who said to take her time so why's he missing her this fast? So he put his thoughts into practice knowing there was a practice match happening soon and he was expected to do his best.

"Oi, focus." Kageyamas voice detaches him from his thoughts earning a glare from the blonde. As the practice went on, his thoughts remained to be consumed by you.

Once they were back in their classroom, Yamaguchi takes a sit in front of Tsukishima who was busy scribbling some notes he'd missed when his mind was distracted by the thought of you.

"Did you and Y/N fight? You've been distracted all morning." Tsukishima crosses his arms to his chest, leaning back on his chair with a scoff to his expressions.

"No we didn't."

"Then what happened?"

"It's nothing serious." Tsukishima exclaims making Yamaguchi shrug before grabbing his snack and munching on it.

"Well that's good then. I like Y/N for you." Tsukishima playfully pushes Yamaguchi while his friend laughs knowing he made the taller boy blush.

When practice came to an end, he was expecting a message from you claiming you've gotten home safe, but all he saw was his wallpaper staring back at him, not even a single notification displayed or even a sound indicating a message. Beside him, Yamaguchi sneakily peaks at where Tsukishima was looking and he smiles to himself.

"Looks like somebody's missing Y/N-chan too much." He says earning a scoff from his friend.

"Shut up, I don't miss her."

"Your face says the opposite." But I do miss her, she's just really busy and I won't bother her for it but what if she's not at school? He thinks to himself. Worry rushing to his mind but his pride of messaging her stopped him.

"She's probably busy. Why don't you leave a message for her then?" Tsukishima rolls his eyes before plugging in his headphones that were around his neck.

"Like I didn't thought of that. I got to go." Yamaguchi bids a goodbye to the blonde before riding his own bike, heading home. Tsukishima stayed behind, hands gliding over his phone picking a song for him to listen to since his usual companion wasn't there.

"I like this song, do you have a playlist?" You asked while you walked alongside him. He nods making you smile.

"Can you send me your playlist?" Kei knew it was just a innocent question but it was enough to make his heart triple it's speed.

"No. Low class people like you don't deserve my music taste." He jokes making your remove the shared ear bud and slapping his arm playfully.

"You're a pain in the ass."

"Geez, thanks Y/N."

Once he arrives home, he laid in bed with his phone clutched to his hands, still waiting for the notification sound. The more he hears the annoying ticking of the clock, he unlocks his phone hurriedly before clicking on your contact typing away his anxiousness.

Oi, answer the phone dummie

Minutes turned into hours and soon his message was left on delivered.

I hope she didn't overwork herself. He thinks before wearing his headphones hoping his nerves wash away with every song but with every melody who does he think of?

You.

It was all you. He even wonders if it was healthy to miss a person like this. He opens his phone swiping continuously, gazing at every picture of you two taken from his phone. He'd see the photos of your cute little smile when you two were out on dates, you casually holding his hand, or even pictures with him when his arms were around your waist. He finds himself chuckling at photos you told him to delete but to him they were all adorable. From staring at the ceiling with memories replaying in his head, he falls asleep.

For Tsukishima, it was rather weird to step into your school knowing you didn't even expect him to be there.

"Hinata can you shut the fuck up?" Tsukishima groans as he tries to block out the excitement of the tangerine haired boy. Hinata was rambling on about how he was ready to beat the team against them but Kageyama wouldn't shut up as well making the conversation last longer than expected. The bus stops making them all step out, face to face with the Nekoma boys volleyball team.

"I've never seen you in your school uniform before. What school do you even go to again?" Tsukishima asks while you fix your tie. This was the first time he was seeing you after school. He couldn't really ignore the dark colors of your uniform.

"Nekoma High. Did I really not mention it to you?" Tsukishima shakes his head and Y/N giggles. In every date, you disregarded conversations about school since you two always had a nick for talking about songs and movies so it was no surprise the question slipped through his mind.

"I'm sorry I didn't mention it before, my parents went to Nekoma so I'm assuming it was only an obligation for me to follow in their footsteps."

"Following them to be the shortest student in Nekoma then?" Tsukishima teases and you roll your eyes.

"Says the fucking giraffe."

"Oi, say that again."

"A gira-" Tsukishima flicks your forehead with his fingers before walking ahead chuckling to himself before you caught up to him smacking him with your backpack.

He watches as Kuroo and Daichi shake hands, Yamamoto and Tanaka looking like a brawl was bound to happen, and Yamaguchi beside Tsukishma as they both watch the two teams.

"Someone can finally see their girlfriend~" Yamaguchi teases and Tsukishima rolls his eyes before looking around to make sure no one heard Yamaguchi.

"Shut up and lower your fucking voice, she's probably in class anyway."

"What if she watches us then? I bet you'd lose focus huh?" Yamaguchi laughs beside him and Tsukishima smacks the back of his neck playfully making him groan in pain.

"Let's get going everyone!"

"Holy shit!"

You stare at your phone with a miss call and message from Tsukishima but you couldn't respond as fast since you woke up late. Staring at the wall beside your bed, you got off your bed immediately and rushed your way into the bathroom to take the fastest shower you can take. Exiting the bathroom and wearing your uniform not even bothering that droplets from you wet hair created a trail around your room as you pack what you needed for school.

You went downstairs and bid goodbye to whoever was in the room and immediately opened the door to reveal your father, impatient with his hand on the steering wheel.

"I'm really sorry!" Your dad chuckles breaking his angry facade as he opens the door for you as you step in panting at how your energy was drained from moving so fast.

"You didn't eat did you?" You shake your head and your father hands you your breakfast. "I saw you passed out on your table I figured you'd be late so I went ahead and bought some." You smile at him, thanking him as he starts the engine and you pray that you weren't late and that you were able to compose yourself for the presentation.

When you made it to school you were already greeted by cold winds and you clutch onto your blouse, irritated that you couldn't bring a jacket but then you remembered a certain boy had your jacket. You decided it was best to find the jacket after your nerve wracking presentation since now you were focused of keeping away the anxiousness that was creeping up on you.

As you walked into the classroom, you were greeted by your also nervous classmates cramming around you asking if you were ready to which you responded too defensively letting your confidence collapse. You desperately wished the teacher would just cancel the presentation or even continue it some other day but she just had to pursue it tdoay and now it was affecting everyone.

"Good morning everyone!"

A voice echoes through the room and you swore you can hear the silent groans from your fellow classmates but a good morning was their response back. Your eyes land on the wall clock above the board and you bit your lip wishing it would all finish alreasy.

"Is everyone ready?"

"Nice kill!" Nishinoya shouts as Tanaka hit another successful spike. Everyone had their guards up especially the Nekoma boys, overwhelmed at Karasunos quick attack from the first year duo. Kenma, observing every teammates and reading the game as he usually does and Kuroo looking as intimidating than usual.

The bell rings and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. You place all of your belongings back to your bag and immediately leave the classroom knowing you were freezing to death. The presentation went better than what you expected, not a single stutter in your presence but deep inside you were crumbling with every word you manage to say. The minute you sat down, your heartbeat never came back to its original pace and the sweatiness in your palms didn't go away either but now that the class is officially over, you can finally have a moment to properly breathe.

You wandered around classrooms searching for the quiet setter to retrieve your jacket but he was nowhere in your sight. You assumed it was because he was still in training so you grabbed a snack before walking to the Nekoma gym.

With every walk, the more chills ran up your spine, cursing you were forced to wear a short skirt as a uniform. By the time you've reached the doors of the gym you already wanted to beg for Kenma to give you your jacket.

"Kenma-"

Your voice echoes through the gym as heads turn to your direction. The game to a hault suddenly and a certain pair of wide eyed golden brown eyes were stuck on you. Yamaguchi's eyes land on you before changing his gaze to Tsukishima who had a very obvious surprised state in his expressions. Yamaguchi chuckles as Sugawara looks at the boy.

"Who's that?" Sugawara asks as his curiosity watches you from afar as you make eye contact with your boyfriend, whose heart was picking up a new pace with every second your eyes remain on his.

"Ah Y/N! Come watch-" Kuroos eyes gaze at you and Tsukishima. He wonders if this was what Kenma was talking about, but you've never mentioned a boy like him, especially from a different school and with this assumption in his mind, an idea surfaces to his mind making him smirk.

The game finally resumed and you hear your heartbeat all too loudly as you took a seat watching them. Why is he here? A practice match? Why am I suddenly nervous? You assumed that the reason you felt nervous was because you haven't seen him in a week and you certainly did not expect to meet him like this, especially when Kuroo was there.

Kenma waves at you from where you sat and you awkwardly wave back as Karasuno wonders who you were.

"I bet it's their manager." Tanaka replies as his hands came contact with a ball, receiving it. Daichi glares at him and Tanaka quickly turns his head avoiding his gaze and Kuroo takes another look to where you were, eyeing your worry to a possible member of the opposite team.

The sound of the volleyballs colliding with the floor is a sound you should be used to considering every match Tsukishima has, you have to be there. Now that this was your first match you see him in, it was very unexpected that you came in such a random time. Even if you were late to this match, what mattered to you is that you finally get to see him. You certainly didn't mind watching him in such a focused and skilled state.

Your eyes linger to his teammates, seeing Yamaguchi in the corner and you waved to him and he flat out ignores you and you wonder why. Sugawara turns his attention to you giving you a warm smile before returning to watch the game.

They all look kind, what is Kei even talking about delinquents from-

A loud sound caught you off guard as two Karasuno members shout knowing they've once again succeeded with their quick attack. You turn to see number 9 and 10 as the others compliment them on the move.

Is this what Kei was talking about?

You began to turn your attention to the two watching them play as if every move was planned beforehand, moving in synch with each other. Kuroos confusion now grows as he watches you switch back and forth between 9 and 10. At that moment he wanted to give up in finding the mysterious boyfriend but once a ball suddenly hits a certain player, his assumption was proven to be correct.

"Tsukishima-" You watch as your boyfriend winces when a ball harshly passed to his fingers making Tsukishima look over to you, seeing your face painted with a weary expression. As he reassures his teammates he was okay, a rotation begins and he was face to face with the captain of Nekoma.

"The boyfriend huh?"

Tsukishimas eye's widen at Kuroos words but the second he realizes he was being serious, he lets out a sigh before returning his focus to the game not wanting to disappoint the team.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Tsukishima replies before eyeing the ball carefully as Kuroo manages to spike it past him. Tsukishima glares at the captain but Kuroo laughs staring him down.

"Okay then four eyes. You better not be lying to me then." Kuroo says and Tsukishima sighs once more before forgetting the conversation that just happened, desperately wishing your relationship wouldn't be announced in this way.

Despite having to switch back and forth between classes and to the gym, you really wished the practice match ended already. You had no other choice anyway. With every visit to the gym, your eyes were still fixated on Tsukishima. He knows you were staring right at him and the nerves catch up to him the minute you watch him.

Now it's different, finally the practice match came to an end as you went to Kenma, tapping him slightly on the shoulder. He turns to you but another figure comes beside you two.

"Y/N. This is Shoyo." Shoyo excitedly shakes your hand with his and you smile at him and take in his features.

"Are you Hinata?" Shoyo happily nods but his head comes to a tilt when you mentioned his name knowing Kenma didn't exactly introduce him that way.

"Do we know each other? Oh! You're the girl who entered the gym! I'm so sorry I didn't notice you though!" He rambles on and you giggle at him, understanding why Kei was irritated at the small boy.

"Well not really but-"

"Oh Y/N, I forgot here's your jacket. Sorry for keeping it too long." Kenma hands you your jacket and you smile, hugging the fabric close to you.

"Thanks Kenma! I actually wanted to get it from you earlier, I didn't know you were in a match." Kenma nods to you and he signals you to move close to him. You awkwardly obey as he whispers into your ear.

"I think Kuroo knows who your boyfriend is." You chuckle at his words but when you pull away you notice a certain friend was staring down your giant of a boyfriend.

"T-thanks, Kenma." Now, you weren't humiliated of your relationship, what you weren't ready for was Kuroos endless comments on how you've finally settled on a boyfriend.

As Karasuno entered the bus, Tsukishima desperately wanted to stay behind so he can walk you home now that school ended but coach Ukai insisted on training once they were back. You wanted to talk to him but his entire team was caught up with talking to Kuroo and the others and you didn't wanna interrupt. Tsukishima didn't even notice when the teams were all gathered, you were already gone.

But now he's caught a familiar figure with hands stuck to their phone with earphones plugged in with their eyes calmly set ahead of them. Tsukishima stands up with his duffel bag catching the sleepy Yamaguchi off guard as he quickly makes way to his teacher asking if the bus could stop. Takeda questions the tall boy as the rest of the boys woke up slightly wondering if they were at school already.

"Sir please, I promise I'll make my way back to the school for practice. This is um- important." Tsukishima pleads and Takeda nods giving in the boys request.

"Are we here?" Tanaka lazily asks, rubbing his eyes and he watches Tsukishima making his way outside the bus. He was half awake so he mindlessly lifts his duffel bag in his shoulders thinking they've arrived but he watches through the window of Tsukishima catching the attention of a girl. Takeda eyes Tanaka wondering if he was going to leave as well.

"Tanaka?"

"Look Tsukishimas with a girl.. WITH A GIRL?" His scream awakens half the team but they groan and once Nishinoya lays eyes on the pair he was up on his feet, face near the window.

"TSUKISHIMA HAS A GIRLFRIEND- OH WAIT THAT'S THE GIRL FROM THE NEKOMA RIGHT?" Nishinoya shouts and Daichi runs a frustrated hand through his hair, now all the members of the Karasuno volleyball team had their curiosity to the window. Once they saw the girl give a peck to Tsukishimas cheek, they were all wide eyed and interested in what was happening.

"Are you sure she's isn't held hostage?"

"Yo, she looks hot-"

"Oh she's the girl Kenma was talking to!" Hinata exclaims and then they all look at the boy.

"Didn't know she was Tsukishimas g-girlfriend though!" He says and Ukai is confused as to why all the boys were all staring at the window, it's also been three minutes since Tsukishima left and the bus was still not moving. Sugawara looks over to Yamaguchi who had no reaction whatsoever so he nudges him.

"Did you know about this?" Suga asks and it was a moment of silence until Yamaguchi felt a dozen eyes land on him, suddenly feeling like he was gonna faint from how intense Tanaka and Nishinoya was staring at him.

"He- I uh.. m-met her already.." He shyly says earning a scream from the two years as they surround him.

"WHAT OTHER SECRETS DO YOU HIDE FROM US?"

"THIS IS BETRAYAL!"

They scream and Suga and Asahi laugh at the two years but smile as they watch Tsukishima walk with the girl, hands together with the afternoon sunlight shining on them.

"Let them be everyone. Sorry about that sir, we can go home now. " Daichi says and Tanaka and Nishinoya finally left Yamaguchi. Before the bus moves, Tanaka decides to bring up a plan for the blonde boy.

The trip finally resumes and once the couple was in their sight again, casually laughing, Tanaka opens the window with a goofy grin on his face along with his partner Nishinoya as the rest of the team open the window ready to tease the poor boy.

"HEY! I'M TANAKA! IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU TSUKISHIMAS GIRLFRIEND!"

"I'M THE LIBERO NISHINOYA!"

"I'm Sugawara!"

"Daichi."

"Asahi!"

"IT'S HINATA AGAIN! FROM EARLIER-"

"I'm Kageyama."

You didn't really understand why the Karasuno team was introducing themselves to you, especially when you were on the walk with your boyfriend who has been blushing the entire time, badly wanting for the earth to swallow him.

"I'm Y/N! H-hello!" You say with a giggle, laughing at Tsukishimas expression and he walks ahead, hands to his pockets with head low as you catch up to him with the bus still slowly following you two.

"YOU'VE GONE SOFT YOU BEANPOLE TAKE THAT HA!" Hinata screams and once Tsukishima hears his voice, his head snaps looking at Hinata before Hinata grabs onto Tanakas jacket tugging on it and yelling for someone to drive and leave now. Before Tsukishima can even run to him the bus drives off leaving a very happy Hinata and an embrassaed boy.

You link arms with him again, still laughing at what he just had to go through. Tsukishima hides his face from you and you pull his hand making him stop as you stood in front of him with that gorgeous smile he adores.

"Kei, seriously they're gone. Stop blushing already." You say making Tsukishima drop your hand as he walks ahead making you shake your head before chuckling.

"I'm not blushing, dumbass." He says stubbornly and you pull him by the hand again bringing him close to you. You were 5'7 so it was enough for you to place your delicate hands to his warm cheeks and before he can respond you've placed your lips onto his for the first time, and you can sense how shocked he was. You pull away with a cheeky smile as you walk ahead of him while he was still in deep thought of what just happened. He couldn't really put into words how his heart practically went in loops at the gesture.

If this is what he receives after days of not being with you, then maybe he'd consider being clingy.

"Huh, first time you've got nothing to say." You teased as you continue to walk laughing at the impact your kiss hand on him. He looks at you before a smile creeps on his lips, then catches up to you pulling you by your waist and now he was standing in front of you, his figure towering over yours.

"Oi, you think you can just pull a stunt like that pipsqueak?" You happily nod as he lowers his head making you roll your eyes knowing this was his gesture when he was ready to throw some insults.

But instead of an insult, all you got was a pair of lips on yours before it vanished before you, the blonde pulling away from the peck as he flicks your forehead like he always does, with his fingers dragging you out of the daze.

"Are you coming with me or not?"

".. of course I am, Kei."

"Good cause it looked like you wanted something else-"

"TSUKISHIMA!"

BONUS:

When he walks back to Karasunos gym, he was greeted by his teammates standing in front of him all lined up, as he lowers his head, Yamaguchi laughing silently at his friends embarassment.

".. yes she's my girlfriend-"

Then the sound of chaotic screams and endless questions has begun.

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arvandus · 3 years

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can i request Bakugou and 47?

Sure! You didn’t specify if you wanted fluff or angst, so I went with angst because... well... this dialogue prompt is dripping with it. This turned into another big one, just under 1600 words.

On the upside, I’m learning that I’m much more wordy with angst than I am with fluff (a little self discovery happening here). On the downside...

Dis is gonna hurt.

47. “Just pretend we’re okay, just for tonight. I’ll be gone by sunrise.”

“We need to talk.” Katsuki said.

The two of you sat across from each other at the dining table, but the distance felt like an ocean separating you. Vast. Infinite. Impossible to cross.

Those words… those dreaded words. Everyone knew those words never carried anything good in them.

It also didn’t help that he avoided looking you in the eyes, his face pulled into a frown. Not the grumpy frown he normally wore either. This one came from deep roots, from something that had been troubling him for some time. It had twisted around his heart with thorny vines, locking it in a cage as it fed him dark fruit, poisoning his thoughts.

Your mouth was dry as you struggled to keep the panic from your voice. “Okay…”

There was a long pause as Katsuki mustered the courage to say what he’d rehearsed countless times. Even then, the words fell out in a rush, clumsy and rude. “We should stop seeing each other.”

You knew the words were coming, but it did nothing to lessen their blow. You felt like you were drowning. You stared at the wood grain on the table, your vision blurring as tears immediately began to slip down your cheeks. You wiped them away quickly with your hand.

“Why?” you asked.

Katsuki clenched his hands together on the table. You stared at them, longing to hold them.

“Shit, Y/N… don’t make this harder than it has to be…” he muttered.

Your eyes shot up to pin him with an angry glare. “Me? I’m not the one ending our relationship. If you want to break up, I can’t stop you. But the least you can do is give me the courtesy of telling me why.”

Shame filled him and he broke eye contact with you. You had a point. You certainly didn’t ask for this. And he should have known better than to think this would be anything but a clean, mutual separation. He ran his hand through his platinum blonde hair. Shit.

“I don’t have time for a relationship.” He said. “I just want to focus on myself for a while.

His words didn’t surprise you… you always knew he was very career-oriented, with an almost obsessive, single-minded focus. And the two of you had been growing apart, lately. He was working longer hours, and when he was able to see you, he was often too tired to talk or really spend time with you outside of watching TV. But you had been patient with him, giving him space, and respecting the demands his life was putting on him. It was wearing on you, more than you wanted to admit to yourself, but you had definitely never said anything to him about it. You were willing to wait for him, to not stand in his way or ask for more than he was willing to give. You had hoped that all of that self-sacrifice would be enough. That the pain you were putting yourself through by being with him would eventually pay off once he reached his dreams.

But now… none of that mattered anymore. Was it really all for nothing?

Anger flared in you. You stared at your hands, balled into tight fists in your lap, as your tears dripped onto them. “If that’s how you feel, then why did you even get involved with me?” you demanded.

Katsuki ground his teeth together in frustration. “Because I thought I could do both, okay?”

“I never asked anything of you. I’ve done nothing but support you.” You stated.

“Don’t you think I know that?” he retorted, his voice raised slightly. “Do you think I like knowing that I can only give you the bare minimum? Do you think I like knowing that I can’t make you happy?”

“Whoever said I wasn’t happy?” you huffed.

“Tch. Don’t lie to me. You think I can’t hear the disappointment in your voice when I have to cancel our dates, or when I have to work late? You think I don’t notice when you hide away in the bathroom at night to cry, after you think I’ve fallen asleep?”

The words hurt to say, but they hurt you more to hear. You stared at him, stunned. He wasn’t supposed to notice those things. He was supposed to be asleep when you snuck out of bed on those nights. And if he was awake, why didn’t he ever come and hold you? Why didn’t he ever try to come comfort you?

Why did he let you feel alone?

“You know I hate failing at anything. And I’ve failed you most of all.” He muttered with his head hung low. “Let’s face it, Y/N… I’m a shitty boyfriend, and you deserve better.”

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair how he was in pain, when you were the one who needed comfort. It wasn’t fair that he still seemed to care about you, but not enough to love you. Not enough to try harder… not enough to keep you.

You couldn’t stand to be in the same space with him. You stood up from the table and moved to the couch in the living room, your arms wrapped around yourself protectively, a vain attempt at keeping yourself together as you felt your world unraveling. You wanted to fall apart. You wanted to scream, to cry, to bang your fists onto something. But all you could do was sit there, letting the empty ache overtake you as his words bounced around in your mind, cutting out every bit of hope you had hidden away.

He was right. Deep down, you knew he was right. You did deserve better. But you didn’t want better. You wanted him.

You had thought that he would have left you there like that. Either retreat to his room or leave the apartment entirely, staying away until you’d managed to gather your things and leave. But instead, he came over and sat next to you on the couch.

Katsuki hated this. He hated confessing to his inability give you what you needed. He hated it even more knowing that he couldn’t change it, couldn’t be better. He had tried… whether you ever noticed it or not, he had tried. But the sadness in your eyes never left, and the longer it went on, the more he hated himself. And eventually… well, eventually he just stopped trying. He had given up.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said. Finally. The first words out of his mouth that he didn’t immediately hate.

“I know.” You whispered. You wiped at your wet cheeks with a tissue before balling it up into your hand.

“Katsuki…”

“Yeah?”

“Were you ever happy with me?” you asked softly.

His garnet eyes widened. Your question cut him deep, but he couldn’t be angry at you for asking it. Why wouldn’t you question his feelings for you, after all he’d said? All he’d done? Without thinking it through, he took your hand in his calloused palm.

“Of course I was.” He replied.

“But it wasn’t enough?” you asked.

“…I guess not.”

You leaned against him with your head against his shoulder, your fingers twined in his. His body stiffened.

“Y/N…” you could hear the hesitation in his voice, the warning.

“Please… I just need you to hold me.” You whispered, as more tears dripped down your nose.

He hesitated, the pull of your touch, threatening to drag him back into uncertainty. “I…”

You looked up at him. Your tears had momentarily stopped, but your eyes were red, your lashes wet. “I’m not asking you to change your mind. But please… give me time to say goodbye.” You rested your head back onto his shoulder. “Just pretend we’re okay, just for tonight. I’ll be gone by sunrise.”

He couldn’t say no to you. Not after those words, not with that look on your face. He wrapped his arms around you. God, it felt good to hold you. But he steeled his heart, cemented his resolve. He could do this. He could give you this one thing, even if it hurt him to do it. It was the least you deserved.

“Okay.” He whispered.

But the night was anything but normal. It was anything but okay. There was no way to pretend, not with everything out in the open and sunrise lurking like a ticking time bomb beneath the horizon. Sometimes you cried. Sometimes you didn’t. Little was said.

Katsuki held you nearly the entire night. First on the couch, and the later in bed. But no kisses were shared, no soft words of affection, no gentle touches. And no matter how tightly he held you, the ache never dissipated. It never got easier. The curtain was already drawn, the decision made; all that came after was a courtesy, a final gesture of kindness in the mourning of what was already broken.

Katsuki had finally drifted off in the early morning hours, exhaustion dragging him down into slumber. But sleep evaded you, and come sunrise, you were true to your word. While he slept, you left the warmth of his arms to gather your things and left, leaving your heart behind you.

Katsuki woke to the sound of the front door latching closed and laid there for a moment before finally sitting up in his bed. The silence was deafening, the emptiness suffocating. Your side of the bed was already cold. He put his head in his hands as the emotions he’d been forcing back all night finally bubbled forth.

You were gone.

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farfromharry · 3 years

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Can you write a prince!tom imagine about reader being a maid in the palace and prince tom, who had snuck out, tries to climb up to his room, but accidentally ends up in reader's room while she is alseep as his window is locked, so he spends the night in her room on the floor and she wakes up and sees him shirtless on the floor, and as he is seen walking out of her room early in morning and everyone thinks she slept with him, and he invites her to his ball that his parents hosted and he gets her an extravagant dress made and as they dance she asks him why is doing this and he teasingly asks her " is it every girl's dream to be dancing with the prince while wearing an expensive dress?"

summary: the day the prince falls into a room is a the day the young maid thinks she’ll be unable to forget

prince!tom x reader

w/c 1.8k

blurb week!

a/n - i got a little bit carried away :)

tom had snuck out of the castle plenty of times, that was one of the downsides to being the prince, he could never go out and go where he wanted, so he had to do it secretly.

he wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong this time. there were guards outside of his main window, the one he had climbed out of only a few hours earlier, so he had to find another way into the castle without being detected.

the only other open and accessible window he could find was a little way down, and with a bit of poor judgement, he assumed that it was also attached to his room.

he cursed himself as soon as he hit the cold stone floor of the room, noticing that this was most definitely not his chambers.

he rose from the ground, rubbing the sore spot on his arm where he’d landed on the floor. that’s when he noticed you in the small bed.

he didn’t recognise you at all, but from the size of the room and the lack of decoration and warmth, led him to believe you must’ve been one of the maids.

he knew he should leave, and stop staring, but right now he was captivated by you. he thought you were absolutely gorgeous and he made a mental note to look for you in the castle more often.

in his defense, he did try and leave the room, but he noticed the swarm of guards outside and had to decide against it. he promised himself that he’d be up and out of your room before you even knew he’d ever been there.

so, he made himself comfortable on the floor, using his jacket as a pillow and stealing a folded blanket he found on a random chair to keep him warm.

tom was incredibly uncomfortable all night. anyone would be while laying on a stone floor in a random room, when he could be in his large comfy bed.

a shrill scream woke him up from his restless sleep, the male shooting up from his spot and noticing you, the girl who’s room he had snuck into. he was quick to place his hand over your mouth, silencing you from making any other noise that could alert someone in the castle.

“i need you to stay quiet,” he said, hesitantly removing his hand from your mouth. your eyes were still wide as you stared at him, your hands shaking at the idea of the prince being in your room.

“why are you- what are you-“ you couldn’t get your words out quick enough, tom taking pity on the scare he’d given you.

“i climbed into the wrong window last night, and i couldn’t get out,” he explained. you nodded, slowing your breaths until your heart was back beating at a regular pace.

only in the silence did you realise he was shirtless, his toned abdomen on full display for you to gawk at.

“i- um,” he laughed at your stuttering, noticing your eyes locked on his body.

“what’s your name, i haven’t seen you around here before.”

you gulped, finally letting your eyes drift back to his, seeing an amused twinge.

“i’m y/n.”

you explained to tom that your role in the castle was simply a maid, but you spent most of your time down in the kitchen with the older ladies. when he asked why he didn’t get an answer he wanted, but rather an upsetting one.

“they’re older, so they want to protect me from the guards’ punishments.”

tom’s heart sank, a frown etching its way onto his face. he was never aware of the way the guards would treat the staff, hoping that his own personal ones would never, unless they wanted a scolding.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t know they did that.” you shrugged, playing with a loose thread on your nightgown. you were grateful that the night before you’d chosen a more modest one, just so you didn’t have another reason to be nervous in front of the handsome prince.

“you should go,” you said, not missing the slight look of offense that crossed his face. “we were told the king and your family had a trip today, at 10?”

tom’s eyes widened, a quiet curse mumbled under his breath.

“i’m sorry again, for falling into your room,” he reiterated, gathering his discarded clothes into a pile in his arms.

“it’s okay,” you giggled, opening the door for him because of his full hands.

“i’ll see you soon, y/n,” he pressed a parting kiss to your cheek, noting the slight tint of red that arose.

the princes attempts at being sneaky had failed once again, after being spotted sneaking out of your room, clothes in hand, by one of his beat soldiers.

the blonde man snickered, raising his eyebrows at the young prince, who simply punched him in the arm and made his journey back to his room.

tom did as he said he would, he searched for you in the castle more and more often. the two of you were now having more frequent conversations, in the breaks between you both working.

due to your conversation a few days ago, tom knew exactly where to look for you when he wanted to ask something.

there were murmurs and squeals from the maids just slightly older than you when tom entered the kitchen, strutting right over to your side.

“hi,” he greeted, stopping in place next to you. you and a few of the cooks furrowed their eyebrows, the royals almost never stepped foot in the kitchen.

“your highness,” you responded, politely tilting your skirt in acknowledgment, “what are you doing in here?”

he took your hand from where it rested on the table, running his thumb over your knuckles and flashing you a smile.

“come to my parents' ball with me,” he said. your eyes widened at how it sounded like a demand. he realised how it sounded and shook his head. “you don’t have to, i-“

he laughed at himself, finding it hard to believe he was getting nervous while talking to a girl.

“please will you come to the ball with me, as my date?” you heard a few synchronized gasps from the older women in the room. heart beginning to race in your chest.

you grasped his hand, and much to the women’s dismay, you dragged him out of the room and into a quieter area, where you could be sure no one was listening in.

“are you serious?” you asked, trying to find out if he was joking.

he pouted, squeezing your hand gently. “i’m completely serious, i want you to come with me.”

a smile broke out onto your face, making the prince’s heart beat slightly faster.

“okay, i’d be honoured.”

the next few days were filled with unexpected chaos. feeling as though he had to get you the most extravagant dress he could pay for, tom had you getting measured by the queen’s seamstress.

the dress was made in no time, tom standing right by your side as you were given the chance to admire it on your body for the first time.

“what do you think?” you asked, motioning to the dress with your arms. tom was in awe. you took his silence as a negative, laughing painfully and trying to ignore the way the dress made you feel.

“you don’t like it, i-it’s okay, neither do i-“ you rambled.

“you look incredible, you’re so beautiful y/n,” he gushed. your eyes widened and your body grew hot. nerves flooded your body and you suddenly became a rambling, but shy mess. tom of course found it adorable.

“this is the one, mary,” he confirmed, noticing your small smile when you looked at the flowy material in the mirror. tom shuffled over to you, placing his hands on your waist and his chin on your shoulder, looking at you through the mirror.

“you’re going to be the prettiest lady at the ball.” he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, your heart fluttering as you made eye contact.

“thank you, your highness.” he shook his head, rolling his eyes.

“you don’t have to call me that, how many times do i need to tell you?” he teased, poking your stomach to tickle you.

“force of habit,” you defended. you didn’t even notice the adoring looks that mary was sending your way, watching how the prince interacted with you. she’d never seen him this happy since he was a small boy, and she was glad he’d found his happiness again.

the ball felt like it was months away, but it came all too soon, and now here you were, decked out in a gorgeous, expensive, gown, looking like the rest of the royalty in the room.

“care to dance, m’lady?” you giggled at tom’s formalities, but nevertheless nodded, taking his outstretched hand and letting him guide you into the correct position for the dance.

you and tom had grown much closer since the time he fell into your room accidentally, finding more and more time to spend with each other. however, as of late you’d been getting more and more insecure. wondering why someone with tom’s status would want to spend time with someone of yours.

“your hig-“ tom gave her a look, warning her about finishing his title, something he’d been doing for weeks with you. “sorry, tom, why are you doing this?” his brow furrowed, cocking his head in confusion.

“isn’t it every girl's dream to be dancing with the prince while wearing an expensive dress?” he teased. except you didn’t pick up on the teasing tone, instead believing that he was just being cocky. he noticed your face fall and he was quick to apologise. “i was kidding, i’m really not that full of myself.”

guilt instantly took over and you frowned, looking into his eyes to try and decipher any emotion you could, scared you’d hurt his feelings.

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have-“ he smiled, pulling you impossibly closer to him while you danced.

“it’s okay,” he promised. “i really like you, that’s why i’ve been around so much.”

you sighed, a small smile creeping onto your face. leaning forward, you rested your forehead against his, the close proximity making you both grin.

“what about your parents?” you asked. you had a rough idea on the king and queens opinion on the ‘servants.’ the queen being more lenient than the king.

“i don’t care what they think, if my mother knows i’m happy with you, she won’t interfere.”

he lifted his hand from yours, coming to stroke your cheekbone with his thumb. “ignore my title, and let’s just try this.”

he didn’t let your silence scare him, but he let you have a chance to think it through.

“okay, my prince.” he rolled his eyes, ignoring the prying eyes of the towns people, kissing you softly.

“just think, all of this because i fell into your room.”

you giggled, pecking his lips again. “feel free to do it again, anytime.”

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years

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All of your nmj fic responses are giving me LIFE. How about nmj/wwx : wwx finds that nmj generates a resentful energy repelling field and makes excuses to be near him. Nmj thinks he's flirting. Would this end up a comedy of errors or mmj wrecking wwx in bed?

The nightmares were getting worse.

Wei Wuxian had known there would be a downside to processing resentful energy, and even if he hadn’t, Lan Wangji’s constant reminders of the damage it did to the heart and the temperament weren’t very subtle. And yet somehow, he hadn’t expected the constant barrage of nightmares: anger, fear, hate, mixed in with wisps of memory from a prior life, grudges and malice and revenge…all that resentment. It wormed its way into his body during the day, and came pouring into his brain at night.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep that damaged the temperament.

Still, there wasn’t anything he could do about it – the Sunshot Campaign needed the edge his demonic cultivation gave him, and anyway it wasn’t as though he could just return to the orthodox path of cultivation whenever he so pleased. He walked along his single-plank bridge, balancing over the dark fast river beneath, and there was no turning back.

So he ignored it as well as he could, which wasn’t very well.

It had been a surprise, the first time he nodded off during a war council meeting – not so much the falling asleep, which he could do, but the fact that he stayed asleep, a deep refreshing sleep without dreams, until Jiang Cheng kicked him in the ankle and woke him up. He’d been energized enough to go on for days; it had been wonderful.

A wonderful fluke, or so he’d thought.

It wasn’t until the second and third time it happened, a pattern of it happening, that he realized that there was a cause. And after some thinking, he thought he’d figured out what the cause was.

“You…want to sleep with Sect Leader Nie?” Jiang Cheng asked, a weird expression on his face.

“Not like that,” Wei Wuxian said, rolling his eyes at him. “Literally sleep. Every time he’s around, I sleep without dreams.”

Jiang Cheng paused. “Really? That’s why you’re always falling asleep at meetings?”

“Well, that’s the theory, anyway; there’s still some other options that it could be. But I think that’s the reason, though I don’t know for sure,” Wei Wuxian said. “I’m going to find out.”

“…fine,” Jiang Cheng said with a sigh. “Just – be subtle about it, okay? And if he gets angry, you’re not allowed to tell him I gave you permission.”

Wei Wuxian grinned.

Project ‘Sleep With Nie Mingjue’ ran into its first problem – other than Jiang Cheng being a baby and objecting to the name for reasons known only to himself – and it was that the man was always on the move. Wei Wuxian had initially planned to simply take a nap in the vicinity of the man’s office as a test, but Nie Mingjue preferred action to paperwork and rarely stayed in his office for more than a short period of time during the day.

Also, he’d started asking if Wei Wuxian wanted anything in particular, having noticed Wei Wuxian hanging around his office all the time.

“Uh, no,” Wei Wuxian said. “Nothing. I’m good. Thanks for asking.”

Nie Mingjue didn’t look like he believed him, but he didn’t ask any questions.

His first plan having failed, Wei Wuxian turned to the second: to find a time when Nie Mingjue was in a single place for a long time.

“…why do you want to know?” the deputy Wei Wuxian had cornered asked.

Wei Wuxian put on his best demonic cultivator glare, leaned in close and said, “I didn’t ask you to ask me questions. I asked you for an answer. Now tell me.”

“He trains in the north field in the morning for a few hours,” the deputy squeaked.

Wei Wuxian was happy for exactly one heartbeat, and then he frowned. “How early in the morning?”

The deputy named the time and Wei Wuxian groaned; there was no way he’d be able to make it anywhere that early – nightmares or not, his body did eventually need to lie down, and he hated getting up that early.

“Thanks anyway,” he said, and stalked away.

Over dinner that night, Nie Mingjue remarked that he’d fired his deputy for revealing information about him. He even thanked Wei Wuxian for having helped identify the weak spot in his defenses.

“…think nothing of it,” Wei Wuxian said, ducking his head down and poking at his food.

After another night of nightmares, he decided to take advantage of the fact that he’d woken up in the middle of the night to stalk the north field in hopes that Nie Mingjue would show up, which he did.

Wei Wuxian sighed in relief and settled down on the nearby roof, intending on going to sleep at once, but unfortunately having just got out of bed, it was pretty hard to return to sleep, and the entire experiment ended in failure. At least watching Nie Mingjue’s training routine was interesting – the differences between the sword and saber were really quite fascinating, and Nie Mingjue a master of his sect’s techniques.

The indirect technique having failed, Wei Wuxian decided to be bold and daring.

“Is there anywhere that you go that you stay for a few hours?” he asked Nie Mingjue directly, pretending to ignore Jiang Cheng’s irritated expression. “I’d like to spend more time with you, but it feels like you’re always moving.”

Nie Mingjue looked at him for a long moment and Wei Wuxian thought he wasn’t going to answer, but then he said, “You could come with me on patrol” and, sure, that sounded great. Especially a night patrol – or better yet, a night watch! They could take turns watching each other sleep.

He suggested the idea to Nie Mingjue, whose eyebrows went up a little even as Jiang Cheng put his face in his hands, but whatever, Jiang Cheng, Nie Mingjue still agreed, didn’t he?

Clearly, with Nie Mingjue, it was important to be straight with him.

Wei Wuxian slept well during the night watch.

“We should spend more time together,” he told Nie Mingjue, that beautiful talisman of sleep. “You work late on paperwork, don’t you? I help Jiang Cheng with some of his; I could come keep you company and we could work on it together – if you don’t mind me going to sleep after a while.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Nie Mingjue said agreeably. He was really a very agreeable person; Wei Wuxian had no idea why people insisted on calling him cold or hot, too angry for company – who wouldn’t be angry at the Wens, or at the stupidity of the vast majority of people? They’d gotten along quite well during the patrol, talking about all sorts of things – Nie Mingjue didn’t mind listening to Wei Wuxian’s chatter, and he apparently had a deadpan sense of humor underneath that angry expression. “In fact, you may as well plan to spend the night.”

Wei Wuxian couldn’t stop himself from beaming. “Of course! That sounds wonderful!”

“Yes, I thought so,” Nie Mingjue said, and he sounded amused. “I look forward to it.”

“Not as much as me,” Wei Wuxian assured him. Doing paperwork alone was in fact terribly boring – he couldn’t blame Nie Mingjue for appreciating having a bit of charming company.

And Wei Wuxian was very charming, if he did say so himself.

They continued to chat about little things on their way back, and right before they got to the gate, Nie Mingjue turned to look at him and said, “You know, I appreciate your forthrightness.”

Wei Wuxian had never been complimented on that before: normally, Jiang Cheng complained he was too outspoken.

“With this sort of thing, I too often find that people are afraid to simply go after what they want,” Nie Mingjue said. “It’s all a bunch of hinting and words with second meanings – giving them cover in the event they want to retreat. Is it really so hard to simply say ‘I want to sleep with you’ to someone?”

Wei Wuxian laughed, a little surprised. Had Nie Mingjue dealt with other people wanting to steal that beautiful dream-soothing quality for themselves? He’d thought it might be related to the resentful energy somehow, but maybe Nie Mingjue was just good for sleep generally. Insomnia certainly wasn’t an ailment limited to just demonic cultivators – after all, Jiang Cheng had his own set of nightmares.

“I agree, I agree,” he said, nodding his head. “Jiang Cheng advised me to be subtle about it, but it wasn’t working; I’m not good at that – I can be like a bull in a porcelain shop.”

“Clearly, if you even told Sect Leader Jiang about your plans,” Nie Mingjue said. He sounded mildly impressed.

“I tell him everything,” Wei Wuxian said, and then, with a thought, amended it to, “Well, most things.”

“There’s always some things that brothers don’t need to know,” Nie Mingjue agreed. “Not that that stops Huaisang from nagging at me – but I won’t tell him something that will only make him regret it.”

“It’s the same for me!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed. He really had found a good brother in Nie Mingjue. “Da-ge, you’re a good man.”

Nie Mingjue looked pleased with that, and didn’t even say anything about the overly intimate form of address; yes, things were looking very good for Wei Wuxian’s future sleeping habits.

“Since we’re agreed on being blunt, I should be straightforward,” Wei Wuxian said. “When I come over this evening, I’m not looking to do paperwork. I want to sleep with you.”

“Funny, that,” Nie Mingjue said. “I have the same thought as you.”

“So apparently we did not, in fact, have the same thought,” Wei Wuxian concluded, and shifted a little gingerly on the pillow he’d demanded Jiang Cheng lend him in exchange for telling the story. “Or, uh, rather that there was a small – small – misunderstanding…”

“I told you that you couldn’t just ask the man to sleep with you!”

“You said ‘be subtle’, not ‘Nie Mingjue cuts his sleeve’!”

Jiang Cheng groaned. “Wei Wuxian! Did you just miss all those jokes when we were younger about how people from Qinghe are notoriously undiscriminating? Or did you actually think they were talking about food?”

Wei Wuxian had, in fact, believed his Uncle Jiang when the man had said it was about food, but in his defense he’d been very young and still in the rosy glow of Jiang Fengmian having saved him; the man could have said the earth and the heavens were reversed and Wei Wuxian would have memorized it as a truism.

“Yes, well,” Wei Wuxian said. “So I didn’t realize! No big deal.”

“Really? He took your refusal well, then?”

Wei Wuxian paused.

“…you didn’t refuse,” Jiang Cheng said, and put his face in his hands.

“It seemed rather rude, since I’d come all the way there,” Wei Wuxian said. “And he did say he’d make sure it was good for me. Which he did. At length. In various positions. Did you know, if a strong enough man makes an effort, I can bend my knees almost all the way to my ears –”

“Stop talking,” Jiang Cheng said, gagging audibly. “I didn’t need to know that!”

“Oh? So you probably didn’t need to know what we did against the wall of his bedroom the morning after, or on his desk later that afternoon…”

“No wonder you didn’t come home for three days,” Jiang Cheng said, voice muffled by his hands. “Did you just – all the time –”

“More or less,” Wei Wuxian said happily. “Just that and sleep, sleep and that, over and over again. I’m telling you, Jiang Cheng, if I didn’t think I’d get bored and if it wouldn’t be a waste of my magnificent talents, I’d volunteer to be a flower vase in his bedroom.”

Jiang Cheng finally lifted his face out of his hands. “So it worked, then? You managed to sleep without dreams?”

“I slept like a untroubled child,” Wei Wuxian confirmed. “Not a single nightmare! And when I did have dreams, they were all pleasant – good memories, that sort of thing. Happy times, silly times. I haven’t slept that well in my life. I’m telling you, even without the sex, he’s like a talisman for good sleep – I feel refreshed, I feel rejuvenated!”

Jiang Cheng frowned.

“What?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“…do you think it’d work for me?”

#mdzs #nie mingjue #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #my fic #my fics #Anonymous #nie mingjue/wei wuxian #for want of a nap

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smelted-applejuice · 3 years

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Peace Treaty, 00

(IMPORTANT) this fanfic was made before Fundy and KSI made their disgusting jokes, but I said it on my Quotev account; I want to go on with this book because I’ve had this planned for weeks, Fundy in this book is NOT AT ALL streamer Fundy but Dream SMP Fundy. I won’t write for him after this fanfic is over. Pairing(s): Fundy x Reader, Sapnap x Reader Pronouns: she/her Pre-picked: LAST NAME, FATHER'S NAME, MOTHER'S NAME. TW: brief mention of alcoholic shots, death of a parental figure, Next part

“Liz is pregnant” Gregory said busting into the room, his cheeks rosy from smiling. Wilbur looked up from his papers, a message urgently sent from the doctor to his room. “Congrats! Fundy will have a friend.” Wilbur laughed standing up with a large smile, both bringing each other in for a tight hug. They both made a promise when their children were born into this unforgiving world, and it was to protect them at all costs. Even if it meant war. A few years would pass, [YourName] rushing between trees at the prime age of five squealing as the fox and human hybrid chased after her making an excitable squeak. “[YourName]! Stop being fast!” Fundy yelled, “That’s the point of ‘tag’, Fundy!” she said throwing herself against the tree, which they determined to be their safe spot and timeouts from games. Fundy huffed, blowing some of his mother’s red hair out of his view, and took a seat next to his friend. [YourName] panted as she looked up into the tree leaves, “We’re going to be friends forever, right Fundy?” the little girl asked, tilting her head to the side and glancing over to her friend. Fundy made a shocked noise, “Of course so! Why wouldn’t we? Our daddies are best friends!” the little boy explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I just wanted to remind myself, stop being a meanie!” [YourName] said crossing her arms and quickly looking to the side, her cheeks becoming a soft hue of red. And that’s the beginning of [YourName]’s crush on her childhood best friend. She watched from the side as they walked through the small paths of a growing L’manberg, Fundy being flirted with because of his father’s rank. Wilbur had grown and matured next to [YourName]’s father, becoming head of one of the largest armies in case of war. Though, it seemed unstable peace of being kept up with- at least it had been for the last seventeen years. [YourName] had made her way to her and Fundy’s old timeout spot, taking a seat against the tree. She carefully traced a finger across the bow her mother had given to her, she closed her eyes to stop any sobs. Her mother, Lizzy Florence, had lost a long battle with the deathly flu, and [YourName] didn’t have the heart to tell Fundy anything that had happened that morning. She just wanted to be little again, sit against this tree because she ran out of breath from tag and hide n’ seek, and return home to a home-cooked meal from her mother. She just placed the boy next to her, bringing her legs close, she sobbed into them as quiet as possible. Within town, Fundy’s fox ears twitched when he heard his friend’s name be spoken by people within the shop. ‘Did you hear? [YourName] and Gregory lost Lizzy.’ a civilian whispered to their friend, Fundy’s ears perked up getting as much information as he could before setting the item in his hand and making his way home. He knocked on his father’s office door before entering, “Dad, did miss Lizzy die?” he asked, tilting his head. Wilbur bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, “She passed on earlier this morning, I thought [YourName] would’ve told you by now, Son.” Wilbur said, turning toward his son. Fundy shook his head, “No.. I haven’t seen her all day.” he whispered sadly. “Well, perhaps she went to get fresh air, Gregory said she left this morning to do so,” Wilbur said, returning to his paperwork. Fundy nodded, knowing exactly where [YourName] would go for some private time- their timeout spot. So he took his leave, grabbing a few snacks and drinks, he walked through the forest. He finally came across the tree where they always sat and after walking around it, he found [YourName] sitting there with tear-stained cheeks and a drained look on her face. “[YourName], I brought berries and water..” He offered to take his seat next to her, [YourName] placed her head against Fundy’s shoulder, no words being exchanged. “I’ll feed you.” Fundy offered, making a soft snort come out of the female’s mouth, “No thanks, Fundy..” she whispered, opened the bag, and ate some berries. “I’ve heard, and I’m here to keep you company” Fundy explained resting his arm around [YourName]’s face, his fingers placed in her hair. She closed her eyes in comfort, the only thing that was heard was their soft breathing and the noise of the wind brushing through leaves now and then. And that’s when Fundy realized he had a crush on his childhood friend. It wouldn’t be until Fundy’s twentieth birthday that any moves would be made. [YourName] and Fundy sat alone in the dining room, Wilbur and Gregory had left for the month, leaving Fundy and [YourName] to celebrate Fundy’s birthday together. “To you, and L’manberg.” [YourName] said clanking the shot glasses together before they took their shots. [YourName] made a sour face, disgusted with the taste it left in her mouth while Fundy laughed. This would be the only alcoholic drink of the night. “Happy birthday Fundy, apologies for not being able to get you a gift, but being together tonight can be my gift.” [YourName] said softly sighing out as she held her hands together on top of the table, Fundy smiled toward the female and shook his head “I’m perfectly fine with that.” he comforted. He and [YourName] would dance the night away, finally landing on the last track of the disc. It was slow, smooth, and truly finished the disc off with meaning. [YourName]’s arms gently wrapped around Fundy’s neck, her head against his shoulder, while Fundy’s hands rested softly against [YourName]’s waist. They both swayed to the beat, their eyes closed, soaking in the moment for they had no idea when the next peaceful moment like this would come around. “[YourName], I love you.” Fundy randomly spoke, his heart racing, but he thought right now would be the perfect moment to confess his feelings. A peaceful night on his twentieth birthday. [YourName] froze for a moment, but smiled as she picked her head up. “I love you too, Fundy. Have for a while.” She whispered, the two chuckled at their sweet yet awkward moment of confession. “Glad to hear, god this would’ve been awkward if you didn’t.” Fundy said, leaning down to press his forehead against [YourName]’s, his ears back against his head blending well in with his curly red hair. “You fuckin’ tell me.” [YourName] laughed, leaning up softly placing a kiss against Fundy’s lips. “Happy Birthday, Fundy.” She softly whispered as she pulled away. The two saw no point in telling people they were together, and that including their fathers. Fundy still wanted to fight in the war and being with [YourName] gave him the chance of being denied, and [YourName] wanted to watch her boyfriend succeed in life. She didn’t have a problem keeping their relationship under wraps for as long as possible, plus the sneaking away, makeouts in the forest and random hush-hush dates were glorious. She loved the risk of wandering around. [YourName] and Fundy were able to keep their relationship public but secret all for the fact they’ve been friends since birth. It was natural for a close friend to be clingy, so Fundy having [YourName] on his arm as they ran through L’manberg was in the ordinary. All the lovey-dovey stuff was behind doors, and that included cuddling on the couch in front of the fire when one of their fathers were over at the other’s house, dinners at their timeout tree, and rushing through ankle-high waters, ending the night with Fundy wrapping his jacket around [YourName]’s shoulders. It was puppy love growing into true love with each passing day. After [YourName]’s twentieth birthday, Fundy now being twenty-one, L’manberg had gone to war with their opposer. The unstable peace between the two finally broke and Wilbur, who was now in charge of the growing area, had enough and threw his foot down. This meant Fundy and [YourName]’s father also would go to war, and it brought so much anxiety to her. Many nights she slept restlessly, having to sneak into Fundy’s room a few houses down and fall asleep to his hand running through her hair. The downside of this was waking up early in the morning to return to her own home. Fundy understood why [YourName] was so worried, if things were to go south she would no longer have a thing to her name. Her father, Wilbur, and himself would be gone. Fundy wished he hadn’t signed off placing himself in the conditions of war, but it was too late and if he was being honest- he loved fighting for his home. [YourName] knew this and he was beyond thankful that she was as supportive as she was being, even if she didn’t want him to leave like he had to. [YourName] sat in front of Fundy in front of the fire, Wilbur and Gregory were spending the night at base which left their children to their own devices which meant dinner at Fundy’s. The girl scooted closer, offering a berry for Fundy to snack on despite dinner an hour ago, he took it. “Are you alright?” [YourName] asked, sliding her hand into his free hand, “Yes, just.. Worried.” he explained leaning his head against his girlfriend’s. “Not having second thoughts? You leave tomorrow to prep for next week” [YourName] said trying to explain why it was too late for second thinking, Fundy dramatically groaned laughing as he leaned back “Don’t remind me!” he huffed. [YourName] laughed looking back behind her and toward her boyfriend, “Seems personal, darling” she said twisting and fixing herself so she sat on her legs, watching her boyfriend. Fundy sighed, “I’m not having second thoughts, I just worry about the outcome of this war. If anything happens, know I love you, my dear. My Carrot.” Fundy said. “Carrot?” [YourName] asked, Fundy flustered “Shut up! I’m trying to be romantic!” he said lightly hitting her arm. “I kid, I kid, I love you too.” She leaned over capturing his lips. War was hellish. The reason Fundy had been calm because he was working beside his father and he knew he had [YourName] to comfort him once he returned home. He and [YourName] talked about their status in the relationship, and after a year of sneaking around, they decided after this they would expose their relationship to their father’s at dinner. No matter the outcome they would finally come clean to their father’s, perhaps this could be good news in a fog of a bad outcome from war. Fundy was careful with his sword, taking down as many people as he could before a bomb threat was called in and that someone was a traitor, working from the inside and feeding information to the opposing side. When [YourName] got the letters from Fundy and her father, she was distraught. She had no one to distract her, she only had herself in a large empty house, pacing. She couldn’t even write a letter back in fear it would expose their hiding location. After another week, there were letters sent out to all of L’manberg; “ INDEPENDENCE GAINED BY WILBUR SOOT, TOMMYINNIT, AND GREGORY FLORENCE ''. The cheers that rang out through the place [YourName] called home were beautiful, tears were shed, and hugs were given. Soldiers would return home within the same week, so [YourName] made dinner for her, Fundy, Wilbur, and her father. After tonight. she and Fundy would be able to share loving embraces and not be scared of possibly getting caught by one of their dads. [YourName] was gitty and from the letter Fundy had sent her, so was he. Gregory brought his daughter in for a tight hug, Wilbur and Fundy joining in as they entered the house making [YourName] giggle. “Go! Go! You all stink, go change! I made dinner!” [YourName] scolded all males, all three laughed before taking turns cleaning up. It felt nice to feel warm water and not just lake water and to be inside a warm home and not the cold weather of the winter around the warzone. The soldiers finally felt safe at home. But poor Fundy and [YourName] had no idea what type of bomb would be dropped on them at dinner. Fundy was the youngest, so he was allowed a shower first. He assisted in setting up the dining table. Fundy had tied his hair back, his ears perked up, and his tail swaying with excitement. The two glanced into the hallway before returning to the kitchen, [YourName] brought her arms around his neck and brought him for a returning home kiss. “God I was so worried!” She confessed in a whisper, Fundy softly laughed and nodded his head “I know, I’m sorry, but we’re home, we tell them everything tonight. We come clean, Carrot.” he said in the same tone kissing her head. After the table was set, [YourName] placed everyone's plate and dinner began. [YourName] got caught up on all the latest drama within the unit that Wilbur, Gregory, and Fundy were in- and my god it was funny. This Tommy kid seems to be a hassle too, but nothing Wilbur couldn’t handle! That’s exactly how independence was given to L’manberg, right? No funny little deals were involved, sure bloodshed was done, but there was a traitor and they had fallen to last-resort situations. Gregory glanced over to his old friend and focused on his daughter, setting his fork down and wiping his mouth with the cloth. “Dinner was delicious, sweetie.” He complimented making [YourName] smile, Fundy squeezed her hand ready to finally explain their relationship- but Gregory would come first with news, “I have to tell something to you, [YourName], both Wilbur and I do.” he said as if it was the worse thing ever, this placed the girl on edge. She looked over to Fundy who shrugged his shoulders in confusion, so she returned to focus on Wilbur and her father. “For our home to gain independence, deals needed to be made. I was the second oldest at the meeting, and also the only one with a daughter.” Gregory said starting, this didn’t sound too good to Fundy or [YourName]. Gregory closed his eyes, Wilbur placing a hand of comfort on his friend’s shoulder, “[YourName] you’re to marry Sapnap from Dream smp.” he said, coming clean of his own situation. [YourName]’s jaw dropped while Fundy’s eyes widened. “WHAT?!” [YourName] yelled, dropping her hand out of Fundy’s grasp, Wilbur flinched while Gregory sighed out “It was the only way!” he argued with his daughter. “Are you sure?! So you just placed me up there! ‘Haha! I have a daughter, it doesn't matter about her feelings or personal life! Might as well force her into marriage!’” [YourName] yelled, mocking her father, making him even more upset. “Do NOT disrespect me like that in front of company, [YourName].” He said in a stern voice, “Well you’re disrespecting me when you placed me in this- this fucking peace treaty!” [YourName] said slamming her hands down on the table and storming out of the house. Gregory sighed holding his forehead, Fundy excused himself and followed [YourName] out. He stopped her once they got to the lake, letting [YourName] and himself soak their feet. [YourName] sobbed as Fundy held her close, fighting his own tears off. “I’m a human peace treaty, Fundy.” She cried, holding onto her boyfriend, or soon ex-boyfriend, as she let out all her tears and feelings. Fundy let out a shaky sigh, “I didn’t know about any of this, I’m sorry..” he said kissing her forehead. She just let it all out, because she knew she was right. She was just a human peace treaty, used to get L’manberg out of a large oopsy known as war.

#dream smp x reader #Sapnap x reader #Sapnap #Wilbur Soot #Fundy x reader #mcyt x reader #dream

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tuanyiems · 3 years

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Ice Choco

Yugyeom x Reader (f) fluff x smut words: 4k plot: you’re nervous about spending the holidays with his parents, but you should be more nervous about the boy who can’t seem to take his hands off of you, established relationship!au christmas!au warnings – fingering, teasing, slow sex, unprotected sex, creampie, this one’s extra fluffy I think, it’s Christmas after all :’) a/n – Christmas came early hehe enjoy! part of Le Chocolatier drabble series, which you can find the masterlist for in my blog. feel free to read this as a one-shot or part of the series, in any order you want <3

You smile fondly at the twinkling fir tree, golden lights and sparkling red bulbs drape over its forest green body. Chocolate squares wrapped in silver foil that you and Yugyeom had hand wrapped yourselves hang on red ribbons throughout the tree. You pluck one off and pop it into your mouth. The peppermint chocolate melts on your tongue, coating your mouth in sweetness.

When Yugyeom first invited you to join his family for the holidays, you were anxious. It hadn’t even been three months since you started dating. You wondered if you were moving too fast. Would his family judge you? Would Yugyeom realize how awkward of a person you were? Would you be left sad and alone on your favorite holiday?

It was only after plenty of reassurance from Yugyeom that you decided to just go for it. You liked Yugyeom, a lot, and despite the short time you’ve been dating, every day has been full of happiness. And if his family was anything like Yugyeom, you would probably like them too.

And that’s how you found yourself here, in the Kim’s living room on Christmas Eve. Unlike what you had imagined, his parents welcomed you with open arms. You learned exactly where Yugyeom got his warmth and kindness.

And as if this moment couldn’t be more picturesque, a full moon hung in the night sky like a shining ornament.

“Pretty,” Mrs. Kim interjected, stepping beside you.

“It is,” you smile, looking out the window.

“No, I was talking about you dear,” she grins, squeezing your arm.

“O-oh,” you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat.

Laughing, Mrs. Kim tilts her head back the same way Yugyeom laughs when he’s teasing you. “Aren’t you a cutie! Yugyeom did good finding you.”

“T-thanks,” you sputter, not sure what to do with yourself. You fix at the red plaid pajamas the Kim’s gifted you with this morning. “I’m glad you invited me…or, well, I don’t know if you invited me. I don’t know if you knew about me. Maybe Yugyeom just brought me without notice. Oh, I hope he didn’t-”

Giggling, Mrs. Kim pulls you into a side hug.

“Sorry,” you apologize, taking a deep breath. “What I mean is, you’ve been so nice. I’m happy to spend the holidays with you and your whole family. Really, thank you.”

“Not at all,” Mrs. Kim scrunches her nose, smiling. “It’s nice to have another woman in the house. Tomorrow, my daughter-in-law will be joining us too!”

“I can’t wait to meet her and your eldest son!” You agree, “I’ve heard so many great things from Yugyeom.”

She nods, giving your arm another squeeze. “Yeah, Yugyeom dotes on his brother so much. But until then, you can use Euigyeom’s old bedroom. I’ve prepared fresh sheets so you can get a good night’s sleep.”

“Fresh sheets won’t feel as cozy as my bedsheets though,” Yugyeom interrupts, coming up beside his mother.

Your eyes widen at his comment.

Mrs. Kim frowns, slapping Yugyeom on the arm. “No babies until you two get married!”

Yugyeom laughs at his mom and when he sees your mortified face, laughs even harder. You aren’t even sure which part of her sentence to be more flustered about—the fact that his mom just insinuated you two possibly having sex under her roof or that you’ve been dating for less than three months and she was already considering marriage!

Your skin feels like hot lava and you wonder if you might even hive up from embarrassment. That would be a first.

“Oh, I think we broke her,” his mom chuckles.

“Honey,” Mr. Kim interrupts, resting his hands over Mrs. Kim’s shoulders. “Let’s head to bed and let the young one’s talk.”

He sends you a wink before ushering his wife into their bedroom. When you hear their door shut, you let out a sigh, shoulders slumping. Yugyeom chuckles softly beside you, patting you on the back.

“I told you, you had nothing to worry about,” he says. “My parents love you already. I think they love you more than they love me.”

“Impossible!” you scrunch your nose, but your lips curl up anyways. “This afternoon when I was helping your mom in the kitchen, she kept talking about all the awards you won in high school. Class president, co-president of the dance club, winner of the youth dance competition. How come you never talk about dance? What else are you hiding from me?”

Yugyeom’s eyes crinkle into half moon shapes. “I also won first prize in the science fair in primary school,” he grins, winking at you playfully. “Your man made a pretty mean volcano back in the day.”

“Oh wow, a volcano? That beats the boy I dated for his solar system model,” you joke.

He smirks, putting his arm around you, “Definitely an upgrade, babe.”

“Tomorrow, I’ll ask to see the baby photos,” you tease, leaning into his embrace as you poke his chest.

Yugyeom tilts his head cockily to the side. “Not to brag, but I was a pretty cute baby. Just a warning, but you might fall in love with me.”

You roll your eyes. A little too late for that, you think to yourself, but that is a confession for another day.

“We should probably clean up and head to bed soon,” you smile, pulling away.

“Don’t wanna see Santa?” he teases.

You chuckle, clearing the living room of the abandoned mugs and plates with the exception of one plate of chocolate chip cookies. “I think it’s cute that your mom still keeps out cookies.”

He smiles, helping you empty the dishes into the sink. “Back when we were kids, they’d wake up at midnight and eat the cookies too.”

Lips jutting out, you stare at Yugyeom with big doe eyes, completely endeared. He glances at you before chuckling and slipping on the bright pink dishwashing gloves.

“On the downside, I got bullied for being the only kid in the neighborhood who still believed in Santa,” he adds.

“Aww, poor baby,” you coo, brushing the stray hair out of his eyes. “Tell me their names, I’ll go beat them up for you.”

“Bambam,” he quips making you laugh.

“Sorry, Gyeom, you’re on your own.”

He chuckles. “S’alright, I had my mom fight that battle.”

You let out a deep breath, leaning your elbows on the center island of the kitchen and admire Yugyeom from behind. He’s only in a plain grey t-shirt and matching red plaid pajama pants, and yet, he still looks handsome. Your eyes travel across his broad back. There is the faint hint of his tattoo underneath the thin cotton material.

When you first saw Yugyeom’s back tattoo, you were surprised but also found it very fitting. Black ink bled wings across his shoulder blades. In a way, Yugyeom came into your life like an angel. Your guardian angel, he liked to joke, saving others from your clumsiness.

You scoff at the memory, making Yugyeom turn to you with narrowed eyes.

“What are you snickering about back there?”

“Nothing!” you squeak, pursing your lips together like a child caught red handed.

He looks at you for a moment longer before turning back to the dishes, smiling to himself.

“I was just thinking,” you finally add after a pause. “I really enjoy the relationship you have with your parents.”

You watch his shoulders lift and you imagine he’s smiling. “Yeah, they’re my best friends,” he tells you over the sound of the running faucet.

“I’m jealous,” you confess softly. You assume he doesn’t hear you.

Unlike Yugyeom, you grew up in a strict household. The only memories you have of your biological father were all associated with fear and while you got along with your mother, you weren’t exactly close either. Of course, the two of you loved each other as most families did, but after experiencing a marriage of struggle, as soon as you were of legal age, your mom went off to chase her own freedom. Back in your late teens, this had put a strain in your relationship, but now that you are older, with your perspective matured, you grew to understand your mom and you’re glad that she’s found a happier life of her own.

Now, the two of you can talk openly about the ups and downs of adulthood and womanhood and everything in between.

But this was why you weren’t spending the holidays with your own family. The two of you had decided a few years back that New Year’s would be for family, Christmas is for love and adventure.

You watch as your love and adventure turns off the faucet and shakes the pink gloves off his arms. “Done!” he declares triumphantly, turning to you now.

“Looks like you’re going to make the nice list this year,” you compliment, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He grins down at you, “How about you sneak into my room and we can both make the naughty list.”

Your eyes widen, feeling your cheeks flush at the thought. Yugyeom laughs, throwing his head back.

“I’m just kidding, don’t have a heart attack!”

Slapping his chest, you pout. “Let’s go to sleep. I’m going to need the energy to deal with you tomorrow.”

But when your head finally sinks into the fresh sheets Mrs. Kim had prepared for you, sleep never comes. After washing up and saying goodnight to Yugyeom, it was like all the exhaustion washed away too. You are wide awake when the clock hits midnight.

It’s probably because you’re in a new environment. It’s been a while since you last slept in a stranger’s bed. You haven’t even slept at Yugyeom’s place yet! You always go home before it gets too late, or it’s him staying at yours.

Anyways, the nerves of meeting Yugyeom’s family along with the new environment and the thrill of Christmas combined is probably what’s keeping you up.

Sitting up in bed, you decide to fix up a warm drink. That should calm you, right?

Slipping out of bed, you sneak out of your bedroom on tiptoes, twisting the doorknob so slowly one might think you’ve been frozen. One thing about the Kim’s house is how eerily quiet the whole place is. Unlike your apartment where everything seemed to buzz—the fridge, the walls, the ceiling, you name it—this house was cloaked in silence.

It feels like an eternity when you finally get the door open big enough to walk through. Looking both ways in the dark hallway, you make a turn and tiptoe your way into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, you flick the island lights on, casting a dim spotlight at the center of the room. You squint, eyes adjusting to the lights before making your way towards the cabinets.

Helping Mrs. Kim with dinner this evening had paid off. You were already familiar with the kitchen setup.

Plucking a hot chocolate packet between two fingers, you swivel back to the island to boil the water. Pouring the brown powder into a mug, you let out a breath, waiting for the water to boil.

In the open window across from you, you are delighted to find a flurry of white illuminated by the dim light of a single lamppost. The snowflakes fall in fat clumps, as if in slow motion. The quiet realization that you will have a white Christmas after all, brings a soft smile to your lips.

“Hello, Santa,” a sudden voice breaks the silence, making you jump up in a silent shriek.

Standing in the shadows, at the doorway of the kitchen is a very amused Yugyeom, his hands clasped around his mouth to muffle his laughter.

“You scared me!” you whisper yell, one hand on your beating chest.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, not at all sorry, as he walks to your side behind the island. “What are you doing up anyways?”

“Making hot chocolate,” you explain, hands coming to fix at his bed head. “I couldn’t fall asleep. Want one?”

You’re already grabbing another packet from the cabinet before he can answer you.

“I can make you an ice choco,” you smile up at him, eyes forming crescents. They look shinier under the lights. He feels a flutter in his stomach.

Smiling quietly, Yugyeom nods. For a moment, the two of you stand in easy silence. Only the sound of the water boiler can be heard. Yugyeom’s eyes follow where yours are staring and his heart warms. You look so happy, it’s endearing. You must be the only person in this city who hasn’t been jaded from the snowstorms that hit every winter.

Coming from behind, Yugyeom wraps you in his arms, bending to rest his chin in the crook of your shoulder.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers into your ear, gazing out at the falling snow.

“Merry Christmas,” you reply, turning, you hold his face in one palm and press a kiss to his cheek. He squeezes you tighter in his arms.

When the water boiler clicks off, water now hot and bubbling, you move to grab it but Yugyeom holds you tight, pulling you closer to his chest. You giggle softly, tilting your head at him curiously. He answers you with cold fingers sliding underneath your shirt. It sends you shivering all over.

“Yugyeom!” you squeak in surprise, making futile attempts to escape his grasp.

“I know something else we could do to get you sleepy,” he whispers, breath on the shell of your ear.

“Y-your parents are right down the hall!” you stutter, gulping back the whimper that threatens to escape your throat.

Yugyeom licks a stripe up the shell of your ear, “And sleeping.” You can feel his smirk against your ear.

“I-w-we can’t,” you whine, unconvincingly.

“But you want to,” he says matter-of-factly, hands sliding up your skin. You feel him inhale when his palms come around the supple flesh of your breasts. “No bra? You naughty girl.”

Your protests catch in your throat when he begins to knead at your breasts, rolling both nipples between his thumbs. You whimper, head falling back onto his shoulder at the sensation. His fingers brush against the sensitive buds gently, barely there. It makes your knees weak and your core throb with want.

Yugyeom presses himself into your back and you can feel him hard against you. “You don’t know how hard it was for me to control myself today. Do you know how many hard ons I had to hide from my parents?”

You break into a smile, grinding your ass harder into him. “Is that why you were hugging that throw pillow all day?”

“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” Yugyeom warns, pinching you between his thumbs. “I saw the way you were looking at me. I can read you like a book, baby. Bet you’re already wet.”

Yugyeom presses a kiss to your jawline before sucking down your throat. Your breath skips at the fluttering feeling. “G-gyeom, I-I can’t have hickeys.”

He groans softly against you, biting softly at your jugular before letting go. “You don’t get to call the shots, babe.”

The sternness of his voice makes you whimper, which he catches easily with his own lips on yours. Yugyeom kisses you roughly, tongue overpowering yours just the way you like it. When his hand dips down past the waistband of your pajama pants and panties at once, your eyes fall shut, relishing the sudden intrusion.

“Fucking wet,” he smirks, dipping two fingers between your folds. He gathers your slick, spreading it in circles around your sensitive bud. You whimper, knees going weak.

All too soon though, his hand leaves you, making you whine. He holds his fingers up in the light, admiring the glistening web of arousal. As if practiced, you open your mouth for him and he slides his fingers into your mouth. You whimper at the tang of yourself melting on your tongue.

“Tell me you want me,” he mutters, lids heavy as he slides his fingers in and out of your mouth. You run your tongue around his fingers expertly until you’ve licked him clean.

Yugyeom swallows, watching you suck on his fingers and imagines you sucking other things of his. The very thought makes him shiver. Reluctantly, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, letting you speak.

“Please Gyeom,” you whine, breathless. “I want you. Need you inside me already.”

It’s music to his ears and he wants to tease you more, but his patience has already run out. Having spent the better half of this day sporting blue balls, Yugyeom just wants to fuck you senseless.

It catches you by surprise when he slips his thumbs down your waistbands and pulls, leaving your ass bare behind the kitchen island. Before you can even feel embarrassed about the sudden exposure, Yugyeom’s finger are back on you, making you whimper while his other hand makes quick work with his own pants and boxers. His cock springs free, red and throbbing.

“You look so delicious like this,” he whispers into your ear, hands squeezing your ass. Oh, how he would have loved to slap your ass until you were red with his fingerprints. Biting his lips, he pushes his dick between your thighs instead.

“Ooh,” you let out a satisfied sigh, your clit rubbing along the length of his cock. Your thighs are soft and warm around his length, it’s unfair, Yugyeom thinks. Your pussy is weeping with desperation, the arousal drips down, coating his dick so that each time he thrusts between your legs, it is deliciously smooth. Everything about your body is heavenly, like it was made for him.

Already, you’re panting, a thick whine straining in your throat. His hot cock rutting between your thighs just teases at your sensitive bud. Your pussy lips clench around nothing and only succeeds in making the ache in your core more despairing.

“Gyeom, please,” you breathe out, hands coming up to run through his hair, your fingers thread around his black strands, before pulling into your fists. Yugyeom enjoys the ache in his scalp.

When he pulls his cock away, you almost yell out loud, lips pouting from the lost sensation. He answers you with a smirk, nudging his foot between yours, he forces your legs apart. Your hands grip at the counter for support, fingers pressing down hard when he slides two fingers into you without warning.

Immediately, you bite at your bottom lip, fighting the moan that threatens to escape you as he dips his fingers into you over and over, stretching at your velvety walls. His fingers are long and practiced, finding the rough, spongy patch inside you quickly.

Your eyes squeeze shut, the ghost of a whimper panting from your lips as he curls his fingers, sending shivers straight to your core. Over and over, he does this, until you’re tightening around his digits. All too soon, your knees are buckling, mind going numb from the sensation.

And then, he pulls out of you.

You gasp, eyes opening wide while Yugyeom chuckles darkly.

Before you can complain, he kisses your temple sweetly. “Not yet, baby,” he whispers soothingly.

You feel Yugyeom stepping closer between your legs and then the head of his cock teases at your entrance, sliding up and down your folds, spreading your slick on him.

You’re about to whine for him to stop teasing when you hear the creak of a door opening. Eyes widening, your heart jumps to your throat when the sound of footsteps shuffling against the floors, echoes like a blaring drum from down the dark hallway.

Your breath hitches when Yugyeom sinks his cock into you slowly. Your palm flies to your mouth, just as he slides all the way in, balls pressed to your ass. He leans into you so that his chest is hard-pressed against your back. You can feel his breath on your skin as his lips press against the nape of your neck.

The door of the bathroom opens and closes.

“Shh,” he mumbles against you, slowly pulling out of you. The friction is so delicious, you can’t help the whimper that muffles against your palm. “Wouldn’t want to get caught with my dick inside you…would you?”

He fucks into you, one hand coming to your throat at the sound of your muffled moan. He squeezes at your throat, softly at first. When he feels the way you clench around his cock, he bites into your shoulder, hiding his groan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” he whispers into your ear, fingers tapping at your throat. You nod your head eagerly, rutting yourself onto his dick.

He bites at his lip, squeezing around your neck. At the sound of the water faucet running, Yugyeom ruts into you hard, his free hand coming to rub circles around your clit. You pant, breath constricting and eyes rolling. You love the way he fills you entirely. His slow thrusts hit you deep every time, keeping you at the edge of euphoria.

When the bathroom door opens, Yugyeom’s fingers rub at your bud even faster, sending your heart facing and electric currents straight to your core. You’re so close, it hurts. Tears brim at the corner of your eyes, your voice threatening to break as your ears strain to hear the footsteps coming closer.

You can feel your vein pulsing against your forehead as Yugyeom continues to thrust his cock into your sopping hole, sliding deep into your cunt.

The door of his parents’ bedroom squeaks like slow motion. Please, please go back to bed. Shut the door. All you can hear is your heart pounding in your own ear and Yugyeom’s stifled breathing.

And then you hear the click.

Yugyeom lets go of your throat to hold the edge of the counter instead and the air that invades your lungs while he fucks into you hard send you off the edge.

“Mmmmm,” a strained moan escapes your throat as you collapse onto the island, body jerking as your orgasm hits you in waves. Yugyeom continues his ministrations on your clit, his own balls straining at the way your pussy pulses around him, impossibly tight.

“That’s it, baby,” he soothes, rocking himself into you as you slowly come down from your high. He caresses your throat lovingly, placing soft kisses to your jawline until he’s spilling into you with a quiet groan.

You shiver, his moan tickling the shell of your ear as your pussy pulsed around his cock, sucking up each hot spurt of cum that shot into you.

“God,” he sighs, sweaty forehead pressing into your shoulder. He all but collapses on you. “I love you so much.”

Both you and Yugyeom freeze. His softened cock slips out of you and he rushes to help clean the cum that drips out of your pussy. Stumbling, Yugyeom haphazardly pulls the band of his pants back up while grabbing a towel from behind him.

You barely even notice the stickiness that drips down your thigh as Yugyeom wipes the damp towel across your skin. Instead, you stare down at his fluffy hair, a smile stretching across your face.

“Gyeom,” you say softly as he fixes your pants back up, still refusing to look at you. Your fingers thread through his hair softly, “Gyeom.”

When he tilts his head up, he looks so worried. You feel your heart squeeze.

“Gyeom,” you smile softly, helping him back up to his feet. “I love you too.”

He blinks like he’s heard you wrong. “You love me too?”

You nod, giggling now. “I do. A lot.”

Yugyeom pulls you into a kiss.

“You love me!” he repeats against your lips and then he is kissing you again until you are both giggling against each other.

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