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y/n is harry's best friend and she'd never received a valentine's present like this one before.

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Just as she finished patting in her skincare for the night, (Y/N)'s phone vibrated for where she had it plugged in, in her bedroom. There was only one person that would be calling her this late at night.

Dismissing the products she had scattered on her bathroom counter, she rushed back into her room. Upon the screen was a blurry, distorted picture of her best friend with his hair on top of his head in different spikes, thanks for a heaping of sticky hair gel and free time during a snowstorm. His name was plastered across the top, the peapod emoji right next to it. She didn't hesitate before she answered the call.

"Harry?" she sang after pressing her phone to her ear.

"Hey, are you busy?"

"I'm just getting ready for bed. Why?"

"Can I FaceTime you?"

She barely had time to give a yes before the call switched to a FaceTime in her hand, her screen lighting up a beat later. In front of her was the top half of his face, revealing only his eyes and up. His hair was pulled back with a claw clip, the angle showing off the length of his lashes and the furrow of his brow.

(Y/N) could see herself in the small box in the corner of the screen, showing off a rather similar angle to what he was giving, though she thought hers was much less flattering somehow.

"Hello?"

The furrow in her best friend's brow decreased at the sound of her voice, giving away the smile that was spreading across his lips even if she couldn't see it on screen.

"Can y'see me?" he asked, his voice sounding muffled and far away.

"Yes, but I can barely hear you. Are you covering your speakers?"

Her world went askew as Harry shuffled his phone in his hand, his mouth set in a comical frown for a glimpse before he righted his grip and was back with the half view of his face. "Sorry, can y'hear me now?"

She hummed a confirmation, smiling to the camera. "What did you want to show me?"

Harry's cheeks lifted, giving away the hint of a dimple in the corner of the frame. "I have new samples."

A gasp fell from (Y/N) lips, excitement filling her. "For the collection?! Or different ones?"

"For the collection."

Her excitement only rose at the new information. "Let me see!" she bubbled, eagerly curling up on her bed, ready to spend the next hour poring over the new development with Harry.

After a small struggle and a lagging view of Harry's face, the camera suddenly turned to show a view of prototype nail polish bottles and first prints of shimmery nail stickers laid out on his black bedding.

Even in the low light of his room, (Y/N) could see flecks of glitter in a few of the polishes, the stickers glimmering in the shapes of hearts and flowers. The colors themselves ranged from quiet pastels to vivid brights, some left creamy, others containing barely-there shimmers, and the remainders boasting chunky bright glitters. The collection was large, containing two sets of polishes: one set was full of delicate pastels ranging in the pink family, with the other championing rich, clinging colors. The first iterations of the polish packaging came with the iconic spheres on the tops of the bottles, though this collection featured watercolor petals draped over the shape, leaving the illusion of flowers encased in the bottle all in the same color as the polish inside.

"What do you think?"

(Y/N) was sure he could see the wide set to her eyes, the way she was practically fawning over them already. "H, I love it! This is for the Valentine's collection, right?"

"Something like that, yeah," he answered, his smile evident in his voice, "I figured y'liked the pink ones."

"I do," she chirped, bringing her phone closer as if she could gain a clearer look of each shade that way. "Put your phone closer, I want to see the colors and the stickers better."

Harry did just that without hesitation, bringing his phone to his bed, though he went a step further and picked up the stickers to show off in front of the camera.

Gasping, (Y/N)'s brows bounced over her eyes when she took in the sticker sheet.

"Harry."

"What?"

"Are those bows?!"

He only laughed.

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"Goodnight, (Y/N). I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Talk to you tomorrow, H," (Y/N) yawned, unabashedly showing off a downturned angle of the moment while Harry watched on. "Let me know if you want to get dinner later this week. Love you."

His heart squeezed in his chest at her casual declaration. "Love you, too."

With that, the video of her sleepy face disappeared, showing only the simple photo he had saved to his lockscreen. Harry's gaze lingered on the empty space for a heartbeat, just a split second away from calling her back despite the late hour and the fact she'd been half asleep before he'd suggested she head to bed. He forced himself to lock his phone and set it on his bedside table, keeping it out of sight and hopefully out of mind.

Still spread out on his bed, where he had sprawled out his limbs and grew comfortable amongst the bedding, were the new Pleasing products he had been so eager to show off. Everything was still in the test package, nothing completely finalized or one hundred percent polished just yet, but he'd been too excited. He'd shared the concept with (Y/N) ages ago, right after he'd made it out of a meeting with Harry Lambert and Molly, unable to keep the secret under wraps—especially when he found his own inspiration for the collection.

(Y/N).

It had been Molly's idea to unveil a Valentine's themed collection after the small set of apparel that would be released around his birthday, hoping to tap into another facet of him that was so beloved to the public. She had in mind something that would commemorate the love songs he was so famous for; the kind of sweetheart, love-sick energy that he often utilized to make his most memorable lyrics and showcased on stage.

As she had gone on, sharing what kind of feeling she wanted to invoke for the season's rollout, Harry was only thinking of his own inspiration.

It was the same thing that inspired his music, his attitude, his want to improve and be more and more than he started as.

His best friend.

He saw his own idea for the collection coming in flashes of her favorite colors, the shade of the dress she wore to his birthday party, the hue of her eyes, the colors that falling in love with her made him see in the world. He could see her with her fingernails proudly painted in his brand, the way she always did when Pleasing made something new just so she could support him. There were already prototypes of new apparel, manicure stickers, and campaign designs forming in his head.

Harry had come away from that meeting with plenty of ideas to think on, and lyrics forming that he hoped he wouldn't forget before he had a chance to write them down.

Months later, he had enough ideas for more than one micro-collection. Each one had been passed by Molly and Harry Lambert—both being excited and surprised that there was so much to be used and saved for later collections—leaving with a duo of aesthetics they planned on basing the campaign around.

That was what he had shown (Y/N) tonight, and was now spread across his bedspread as he tried to calm down his winding heart after their late night call. He kept seeing her face when she spotted the romantic set that was directly inspired by her, the way her eyes lit up when she took in the shades of pink and the shimmery accents. That had been the kind of reaction he had been hoping for when he received the initial samples.

Collecting each piece, he took his time pulling each bottle, rolling them in his hands with bubbles floating through the polish. He wondered if (Y/N) would catch the connections when he revealed the names to her. He wondered if she would know that he named this shimmery soft pink Woman with her in mind, including inspiration from a song he penned that now was soaked in her memory. The buttery yellow with golden reflects dubbed Home, would she know that was based on the golden dress she wore the first time she saw him on tour? The rich, creamy red he'd called Feast, he hoped she'd see the lipstick she wore the first time they met in the shade.

He lingered over the bottles, all eight shades invoking a specific memory that went into the creation. Carefully replacing them in the drawer with the rest of his Pleasing pieces, ensuring nothing clinked together too hard with the sticker bundle staying together, he allowed himself a moment with the full collection under the bright light of his bathroom. It was near perfect, seeing it all together. All that was left to sample was the apparel that had been drafted up a few weeks prior with Harry Lambert's guidance, and the extra accessories they were debating on adding in the collection.

He had a feeling (Y/N) would fight to take the samples from him. The idea had a small smile spreading on his lips by the time he was flicking his bathroom light off and padding back to his room.

By the time Harry bundled himself in his bedding, his phone settled away in his bedside table, he shuttered his eyes though he could still see the ghost of (Y/N)'s excited face on the inside of his eyelids. Just as much as he hoped she would notice the names of the polishes, catch the fact that the stickers were an ode to her, the apparel made with her form in mind, scents formulated to sweep over her skin, he feared she wouldn't notice in the same way she'd never noticed him in the way he wanted.

Did she remember the yellow dress she wore to the first live show she could make it to? (Y/N) barely ever wore lipstick these days, did she even have that tube of red anymore? Did she ever listen to Woman and hear the words he was too scared to say to her every time she introduced him to a new boyfriend?

The idea needled at the center of his chest just as it always had when he was reminded that he was years into an infatuation that had no sign of ending either from sweet reciprocation or his heart moving on.

Nonetheless, he thought, grasping at positivity as always, he was going to revel in the reactions she gave him as if it were for himself. Those delicate compliments and the joyous excitement, he would hold tight as if they were for who he was and not something that he made.

And, probably try to convince her to be a part of the product shoot.

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i'm here !! 🍣🍣

(Y/N) pocketed her phone as she approached the small gate surrounding Harry's home, the concrete divider and plethora of greenery giving privacy to the space. The bag of takeaway sushi hung at her side, the hood of her coat lifted over her head in case there was anyone around hoping to spot a glimpse of Harry's personal life and spin whatever tale.

She didn't have to check if her text went through, having to wait only a moment before she heard him make his way from his front door and going through the protective greenery. "(Y/N)," he sang through the trees, the syllables of her name sifting through the plants.

"Harry," she reciprocated, a smile spreading across her lips at the familiar greeting.

Swinging open the gate, Harry welcomed her in with his hair held back in a familiar flower clip and dimples thumbed into his cheeks. She quickly stepped over the threshold, heading towards his porch while he locked the gate behind her. Only a beat after the click of the lock sounded, he fell into step beside her, hooking an arm around her shoulders.

"Hi," he smiled, dimples clear on his cheeks as he gazed down at her.

"Hi," she answered, her own features curling and softening. Feeling his eyes on her face, she took on the responsibility of guiding them towards the front door without stumbling through his garden. "Sorry I'm late. The sushi place was packed for some reason today."

"Yeah?" he sounded, voice decidedly softer than just a beat before, "'M sorry. I would have gone if I'd known it would be that busy."

"It's alright," she told him, leading them through his front door to which he dropped his arm from around her to instead shut and lock the door, "I just figured it wouldn't be so bad since they just opened, but everyone else probably had the same idea."

Placing the takeaway bag on the coffee table, (Y/N) shed her jacket and the knitted beanie covering her head. She had another question on her lips as she turned to face Harry once more, though that line died once she took in his outfit for the day.

"What are you wearing?"

A small smile spread over his lips at her words though he didn't offer his own response.

His legs were covered in athletic joggers, the same heather green ones he always seems to be wearing lately, but that wasn't what caught her attention. Draped over his torso was a delicately pink crewneck, thick and warm, with Pleasing scripted across the center of the chest in a mauve shimmer.

"That's new, isn't it?" she prodded, stepping towards him with her eyes on the shimmering puff print on the crewneck. He had mentioned something about adding apparel to the polish collection she'd been shown last week, but he didn't offer any specific details.

"Maybe," he teased, "Do you like it?"

Reaching his arms out, he let her see the full piece, including the glittery stitching that ran through the garment and drew her eyes along his form. She stepped towards him, running a finger along the seam at the cuff of the sleeve.

"I love it," she smiled, "I didn't know you were making these."

"I know—I wanted it to be a surprise," he told her, his arm flexing under her fingertip before dropping back to his side with his hands sliding into his pockets, "I know you've been wanting a pink one since the first set came out, so I thought it was finally time."

"For Valentine's Day?" she bubbled, thinking back to the samples he'd shown off to her the week before.

Something flashed over his eyes as they dropped from hers, taking in the rest of her features. "Something like that, yeah."

"Do you have any more?" Before he even answered, she couldn't help herself but to start edging towards the stairs bordering the wall behind her.

A plume of laughter fell from Harry's lips, catching her with his palm landing on her arms before she could scurry away. "No," he drawled as he pulled her back towards him, "But, you can have this one if y'want."

"Are you sure?" she asked, eyes wide as she fixed her gaze on him, hands on his chest over the puff print of the lettering. "I don't want to take it if this is the only one you're testing right now."

Harry shrugged her off, his hands on her arms sliding down in a lingering drag before they finally fell back to his sides. "'S alright. No one knows yet, anyway."

Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, (Y/N) dropped her gaze from his to peruse over the glimmering neckline of the crewneck. "I don't want you to get it in trouble, though, if you give it away."

He scrunched his features, shaking his head as if what she said was completely incredulous. "(Y/N), I made it for you."

His words were cemented as he began pulling the piece off completely, leaving him in only the vintage shirt he'd had on underneath, the print faded and unfamiliar. He shoved the garment in her arms, a waft of his scent enveloping her.

(Y/N) hesitated for long enough that Harry had to have noticed, prompting him to set a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Really, lovie. 'S alright. I don't want y'to have to wait to get your own."

Relenting, she fell into his chest, Harry wrapping his arms around her with a laugh rumbling his chest under her cheek. "Thanks, H. I promise I won't wear it out or anything until you announce it, though."

She could feel him smile when he buried his nose into her hair, his arms pulsing around her a snug embrace.

For a brief moment, (Y/N) let her eyes close as she sunk into his arms. The fragrance of his washing detergent and the lingering scent of his cologne that had sunk into every fiber of his home washed over her. There were times she could see her friendship with Harry moving into territory she'd been too fearful to even explore in her imagination, but feeling his embrace and the words I made it for you ringing in her ears, she could be coaxed to imagine a lot of things with him.

Before she could run too far away in her head, she drew away with a bright smile, hoping he didn't catch the warmth under her skin.

"We need to eat before our soup gets cold," she told him, stepping towards the couch with her new crewneck in her arms.

Harry followed after her, becoming a warm shadow as he took his seat next to her. It wasn't until all of the containers were distributed out from the bag, and (Y/N)'s new sweatshirt was folded carefully at her side that he peeked at her from where he was stirring his miso soup.

"I do have one condition with the crewneck," he murmured, taking a spoonful of tofu and seaweed. (Y/N), her own mouth full with a wonton, raised her brow in response. Taking his time to swallow, his words hanging in the air for a beat, Harry finally followed up with, "We might need an extra model for the Valentine's campaign."

"Okay," (Y/N) mumbled, a furrow pinching at her brows. "Do you need me to ask someone? I think I still have a couple of numbers of some of the people from your music videos if you want me to reach out."

A sheepish smile touched at the corners of Harry's lips. "No, I mean... Would you want to be a model? The shoots in a few weeks, so."

Pushing her chopsticks against the wontons floating in her soup, (Y/N) wasn't sure how to respond. "H, you know I'm not a model or anything—like, you remember that, right?"

He laughed at her remark. "Yes, I remember. This one's going to be really special, though, and a lot of fun. I want you to be in it—if you're comfortable."

She mulled over his words, rolling the short I want you around her head. "And this is a condition of taking the crewneck home with me today?"

A single dimple touched his cheek. "Something like that," he tilted his head, stirring his miso soup into a slow vortex, "I am doing you a favor, aren't I?"

She nudged his shoulder with her own, rolling her eyes. "You said it was made for me, how is it a favor to give it to me?" she teased, only shaking her head when he laughed at her.

A beat passed before Harry returned his eyes to her, his features softened and warm. "Really, it would mean a lot to me if y'were a part of this shoot. At least think about it?"

"I can do that," she compromised, seeing her best friend in front of her even if his words touched a separate part of her shoved into a box in the back of her mind, "I'll think about it, and let you know."

It was the way that his smile bloomed across his features, something bright unfurling in his eyes that (Y/N) was sure she already had her decision pocketed away.

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As Molly stood in front of the slew of models and talent sitting in wait for the day, Harry stood behind her as if to read the agenda in her hands even if all he really did was sweep his eyes towards (Y/N) standing at the end of the line.

"First up is the pink side of the campaign," Molly read off, presenting the information with a smile while others ran around behind her setting up for the double shoot that would be happening, "Nail techs will be coming around to make sure everyone has something on their nails—remember which group you're in so we get the correct colors on your nails. Hair and makeup will follow afterwards..."

There was more Molly was saying, the outline of the day being extra exhausting given there were two different aesthetics being achieved today, but Harry was much more focused on the extra model at the shoot.

Truly, he hadn't thought (Y/N) would accept. He knew it was much for her to be in front of a camera like this, seeing as his own need for privacy definitely had rubbed off on her, so he hadn't been surprised that she had lagged on her response for a week. It was when she had called asking about details of the shoot, wanting to know about the times and location, and just how long they would be needed on set, all followed up with a chirped I'll be there! that had surprised him. It wasn't until that call that he planned on being on set all day, having previously only meant to pop by for a few hours before leaving everyone to get the real work done without him being in the way. That was how he ended up here right at eight a.m., hair back in a pink flower clip (another accessory for the collection), and his eyes searching for (Y/N).

"Okay, everyone go pick a station and someone from hair and makeup will come help as soon as they can!" Molly dismissed everyone with a smile before turning on her heel and looking around for Harry Lambert.

Harry stood back with the sets coming together behind him as he watched the line of models scatter towards the lit up tables. There was only one that strayed behind, hands in a bundle at her waist with her wide eyes immediately fixing to him. He didn't hesitate before he stepped towards (Y/N), reaching out to her until his arm was slung over her shoulders.

"Y'alright?" he murmured to her, voice low compared to the bustle happening around the set.

"Yeah," she sighed, scanning her gaze along for the last open station, "It's just weird being on set like this when I'm not just here to watch. I don't want to mess anything up."

He shrugged his shoulders, his arm scrunching around her as he tipped his head. "You're probably going to, but 'm sure Molly or someone will be able to fix it."

It wasn't until she looked up at him with her mouth a gape and an accusatory light in her eyes that he broke with his laughter. His shrug became a comforting hug as he held her to his side. "'M kidding, lovie. You're going to be jus' fine—we're gonna take care of you, don't worry."

Harry pulled out the chair to the vanity for her, catching her reflection in the mirror. There was a part of him that, while he watched her, wanted to grab a camera and get his own shots for the campaign. There was nothing more romantic—in the Valentine's spirit—than the quiet moments with a partner; the moments that made it clear they were a team.

He was tugged out of his head when he heard her speak up. "Are you going to be hanging around for the shoot today then? Or are you going home soon?"

"I'll be here all day," he decided then, setting his hands on the back of her chair as they met eyes in the mirror.

Her gaze brightened, seemingly reflecting back the lights ringing the mirror. "Are you going to be in any of the pictures?"

It was the bubbling of her voice, the way she beamed at him that had his own lips curling into a small smile. "Maybe."

It wouldn't be hard to convince his team to let him sneak in a couple of shots. His nails were already done up anyway.

Before (Y/N) could say much more, one of the three nail techs flittered to her station. Familiar bottles of polish were tucked away in her apron, the pink bottles being placed out on the vanity as she offered (Y/N) a bright smile.

"Hi," she greeted, eyes landing on Harry for a split second before bouncing away just as quickly. "I'm Mari, I'll be doing your nails this morning. How are you?"

"I'm (Y/N). I'm doing good, thank you," she chirped, her voice decidedly higher and sweeter than when she had been speaking with Harry a moment before. He nudged her shoulder just a bit, a silent tease. "How are you?"

"I'm doing well, thank you for asking," Mari said, carefully looking at Harry through the fan of her lashes, "And you, Mr. Styles?"

"I'm good, thank you," he offered, his voice low with a pleasant smile given to Mari. He could spot the small ticks that gave away just how aware she was of him, he didn't want to make her any more nervous. "I appreciate your help today, Mari. I've seen some of your work, and 'm really excited to see what you can do for us."

Mari's tan cheeks heated with a small blush bubbling underneath, faint under her skin. "Of course. Thank you for the opportunity—really."

Harry's smile only spread wider when he felt (Y/N) nudge against his hand, her own quiet tease over his dazzling interaction.

Before she could fluster much more, with all of her supplies spread out on the vanity table, Mari concentrated on (Y/N) once more. "Do you remember which group you were in today, (Y/N)?"

"I'm actually in both groups today, but I think I'm a part of the pink shoot first," (Y/N) smiled, tilting her chin upwards to peek at Harry upside down, "Right?"

"Right," Harry affirmed. It was a lot he was putting on her plate, being in both sides of the campaign, he knew that. But, just as he had told her when he laid out the details, it meant a lot to him to see her in both aesthetics. She was the face of the collection in his mind, he couldn't imagine her not pictured in every iteration.

"Long day," Mari muttered, her features school back into a pleasant expression. She plucked her fingers through the bottles, skating over the set of pink varnishes first. "Do you have a preference for what color we use today?"

At this, (Y/N) looked to Harry once more. "Do you? I'm okay with any of them, but is there something you want me to have for the pictures, or anything?"

Instinctively, Harry looked to the creamy baby pink shade embedded with opal flecks. He nodded towards the bottle, "That one if that's alright."

"This one?" Mari clarified, picking up the bottle he had in mind.

"Yes, please," Harry smiled, looking towards (Y/N) with his raised brows to which she gave him a small giddy nod. "And some of the stickers if y'have them."

A quiet gasp left (Y/N)'s lips. He knew she would like that detail.

"Sounds perfect," Mari bleated, asking for one of (Y/N)'s hands before she started prepping for the manicure.

With her on hand free, (Y/N) reached for the opal polish to be painted over her fingers. "Do you mind if I look?"

"Go for it," Mari smiled, concentrating on the alcohol wipe she was swiping over (Y/N)'s nail beds.

Rolling the bottle around her hand, (Y/N) smiled up at Harry. "Is this the final bottle?"

"Mhm," he hummed, a sense of pride touching at the center of his chest, "We changed a couple of things from when I last showed you, but this is it."

He watched her admire the polish, tipping the bottle to and fro as she watched the color inside bubble and shift. The glitters shown in the light, going undetected until catching a ray and sparkling a vivid pink. When he saw her tilt the bottle to catch the name stickered to the bottom, he couldn't help the pulse his hands gave to the back of her chair.

Would she notice? Was the connecting line thick enough to spot?

Labeled on the bottom of the bottle was the word lovie printed in white ink on the black sticker.

"Hey," (Y/N) called, her voice lilting, "That's me!"

She pulled the bottle towards him, showing off the proof with a warming smile on her lips.

His lungs squeezed even as he tried to play it off, squinting at the bottle as if reading it for the first time. "It is, isn't it?"

"Did you do that on purpose?" she asked, alternating her hands once Mari gave a small tap to her wrist.

"Maybe," he murmured. Did he sound as breathless as he felt?

(Y/N)'s mouth pulled into a bubbly smile—just as bright and attention grabbing as the first time he met her. "Harry," she crooned his name, the syllables cradled on her tongue, "I didn't know you did that. It's so sweet."

There was a moment where he wondered if this was the moment. Was this the moment to share that of course he would name one of these shades after her, as this whole thing was an ode to his feelings for her. Was this warehouse being used as their set the perfect place to tell her what every single shade meant to him and how it was tied to her? It wouldn't be so bad, he thought.

Instead, Harry only bashfully shrugged, tipping his shy smile towards his feet. "'M happy y'like it."

Settling her hands for Mari to begin painting, (Y/N) still kept her attention tipped towards Harry. "Is that why you wanted me to be in the shoot?" she asked, leaning towards where he was still stationed behind her chair, "So, there's, like, platonic love in there too for Valentine's?"

Harry's lungs squeezed for a different reason this time. Platonic love between friends. That's why he named a polish after her in his most romantic collection to date.

"Something like that," he settled on, hoping she didn't catch the way his smile fell just a hair.

Though (Y/N) parted her lips to offer a response, she was cut off before she could take a breath. Harry Lambert was fluttering by the stations, keeping an eye on every model readying for the campaign before he met Harry.

"Sue, would you help me bring in all the clothing, please?" he asked, a tenor of stress entering his voice.

Breaking away from (Y/N)'s chair, Harry didn't hesitate before nodding his head. "Course. Where do y'need me?"

Vaguely, Harry Lambert pointed towards the set pieces before he shook his head. "Just follow me."

Absently, Harry tossed over his shoulder to (Y/N), "I'll be right back, lovie."

When he heard a small okay peep from her, he looked towards her only to see her already blinking at him with admiration in her eyes. No wonder he felt so warm.

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Harry was sure his dimples were deep in his cheeks as he leaned over Molly's shoulder, looking at the photos popping up on the computer screen as every shot was uploaded. Unsurprisingly, his favorites were of (Y/N).

Her makeup and hair was done minimally in true Pleasing style, leaving everything sheer and pastel. Her nails were glimmering in the light, dreamy filters to be added to the shots that would accentuate the glitter in the varnish. She looked entirely too cozy in the large pink crewneck clad on her torso and the comfy lounge shorts hugging her hips. Though there was still a stiffness as she transitioned between poses, as if waiting for someone to yell at her to fix her stance, he could see her growing more and more comfortable among the set. She made friends with a few of the other models, making it much easier for her to fit into those group shots and allow her laughter to filter through the room.

It made him feel an undeniable hint of pride seeing her grow so comfortable in front of the camera. He knew she never much preferred being in front of the camera like this, so every small breath of progress she made had his heart glowing for her.

Watching every shot come in over Molly's shoulder, Harry was almost disappointed when the photographer called for a cut; the lighting needed to be adjusted apparently with extra props being brought in before the focus would shift to the colorful end of the campaign. He stepped back, giving however many assistants were helping out all the space they needed to take care of every minute change.

As the models scattered, (Y/N) made a beeline back towards Harry, ushering out of the way as quickly as possible. With everyone distracted, he didn't hesitate before he draped his arms around her shoulders in a loose hug.

"How are y'feeling?" he asked, offering her a quiet smile, "Y'look like you're having fun."

(Y/N) leant into him, her cheek smushed against the blocked muscle of his chest. "I am, but I'm getting tired. I don't know how you do this all the time."

A breath of laughter left his lips at her mumbling. "'S surprisingly exhausting, isn't it? Being the center of attention really takes a lot out of a person."

"No wonder you can fall asleep anywhere," she mused, playing along, "Your life is so hard."

"I've been trying to tell you," he smiled, pulsing his arms around her when he realized just how hard she was leaning into him.

She'd been on her feet from the second she had her makeup and hair finished and there were still hours left of her day, even after lunch was served. As much as he was teasing, he was sure she truly was rather exhausted with this being her first time being more than a spectator on set.

A companionable silence settled between them, Harry not needing to peek to know that she'd had shuttered her eyes while he hugged her. From the corner of his eye, there was a familiar production assistant flittering around with the polaroid camera Harry Lambert had passed off earlier in the day, tasked with documenting the day for behind-the-scenes content. Like a sixth sense, Harry swore he could feel the lens focusing on him and (Y/N), but he didn't flinch back or turn to spot the assistant.

Instead, he stayed right where he was with (Y/N) in his arms even when the camera clicked and light flashed over the space.

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"I'll be done in, like, ten minutes, 'kay?" Harry murmured, dropping his bag by the station (Y/N) had claimed for the day, "Lambert said there were only a couple of totes left, so I won't take long."

"Okay," (Y/N) nodded, matching his eyes in the mirror as she pulled out makeup wipes, "I should be done by then."

Harry lingered behind her for a moment, eyes bright in the reflection, before he stepped away. (Y/N) felt her skin warm in his wake, heart fumbling in its beats before she settled in her chair. She made a point to fix her attention to the makeup wipe she was skimming over her skin, keeping her eyes forward instead of following after him.

The other models had cleared out as soon as the photographer had called for a wrap, leaving production behind to clean up and clear out for the night. Harry had, of course, volunteered to help clean as much as he could for the night causing (Y/N) to stay back with him. She had helped break down stations and pack props before finally retiring to the final standing station so she could get un-ready herself.

From her peripheral, (Y/N) spotted Molly bustling around, trusty clipboard in hand. Catching her eye in the mirror, Molly finally paused her constant rushing with her muscles visibly relaxing.

"I've barely been able to talk to you today," Molly said in greeting as she approached (Y/N)'s station, gifting a small hug with an arm around her shoulders. "Thank you for helping out today."

"Of course," (Y/N) smiled, the bulbs around the mirror catching the shimmering stickers on her nails that only made her smile stretch wider. "Thank you for letting me be a part of the shoot. I had a lot of fun."

Molly shifted her weight and leant against (Y/N)’s chair, her features softened. "I could tell. Harry was so worried for you this morning," she shared, "He felt bad, like he had made you say yes when you didn't really want to do this."

Wiping the light mascara off her eyes, (Y/N) shrugged, "You know it's not really my thing, but he said this one was really important to him. I'm really happy I did it, though—the collection is gorgeous, you guys really did so well with this one."

"All of the ideas were H's, so I can't really take any credit for it. Lambert and I just put it all in production," Molly shared, fondness on her features. "We only told him we wanted to do a Valentine's inspired collection, and he already had all of these ideas. We weren't planning to do a dual release, but he'd had so many that he wanted to add that it turned into what we have now."

"He didn't tell me that," (Y/N) chirped, feeling herself begin to soften. She had known Harry had a large hand in the creative side of these collections, but she hadn't known that he had brought all of the ideas to the table for this one. "I don't know where he gets all of his inspiration between writing and everything with this. He never stops."

(Y/N)'s teasing comment prompted Molly to laugh along with her, both of them familiar with how hard Harry tended to push himself both creatively and physically.

"Like, you don't know," Molly said, amusement carrying over her words.

A pinch touched at (Y/N)'s brows, her hand slowing over her skin to leave her mascara as only smudges under her eyes. "What do you mean?"

It was Molly's turn to cant her head, her lashes fluttering as she blinked at (Y/N)'s reflection. "I thought that was why you decided to finally be a part of the shoot. That Harry told you."

For a heartbeat, (Y/N) swore she was in some kind of movie scene. The theatrics of the moment seemed to be blown out of proportion, if only in her eyes.

"Told me about what?"

At this, Molly seemingly realized that she may have hinted at something (Y/N) hadn't known anything about. She pursed her lips as if she wanted to keep in her next words, but both of them knew she didn't have much of a choice now that she had started on this avenue.

"That it's you—the inspiration for the collection. He wasn't very good at hiding it before he finally just told Lambert. All of the shades have something to do with you."

(Y/N) was hyper aware of Molly's words, even if the sound of her heart pumping began to flood through her ears.

Strings began to connect throughout the last month since he initially showed her the samples of the polishes. The crew neck he claimed he made with her in mind. The dual collection having four different shades of her favorite color—a fact about her he knew without a doubt. The varnish named after the pet name he had dubbed her as throughout the years, something he had immediately tied to her when she had pointed it out just that morning.

Maybe it was the new information getting to her head, but more and more pieced itself together. That lingering look he gave her in the mirror just moments earlier felt like more evidence, including the way he held her between shots today, tiny moments that didn't feel out of the ordinary for him. Now those memories could be tinted in rose as moments that were only ordinary because it was between the two of them.

"Oh," (Y/N) simply sounded, dropping her eyes from Molly's with a flutter of her lashes.

A beat passed before Molly piped up with an apology in her tone. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I thought you knew, or I wouldn't have said anything."

"No, no, don't be sorry!" (Y/N) rushed, turning in her seat to match her eyes truly, "It's okay, I'm just surprised."

Casting her eyes around the dwindling room, Molly lowered her voice by the time she matched (Y/N)'s gaze once more. "Good surprise?"

Before (Y/N) could give an answer—one she wasn't even sure of—Harry joined their group, He reached towards his bag on the vanity, lookin at the two women with a question in his eyes. "Did you need a couple more minutes?" he asked, not-so-discreetly looking at the shadows left under (Y/N)'s eyes.

She could feel her stilted smile on her lips, but (Y/N) hoped Harry wouldn't notice. "Why? Did I miss something?"

Molly made a quiet getaway with a quick pat to Harry's shoulder, taking his attention for a moment as he gave a small way and murmured his goodbye. For a split second, Molly shot (Y/N) a sheepish glance before she was hustling through the space once more.

When Harry returned to (Y/N), his gaze was scrutinizing this time, a pinch to his brows as he ducked his head to be level with her.

"I don't think so, no," he said, answering her teasing remark. Reaching out, he gently dragged his fingertips over the soft skin of her under eye, picking up some of the smudgy mess on the pads of his fingers. Her breath caught in her throat at the touch, a stillness touching her muscles she hoped he wouldn't catch. He made a show of inspecting his hands with a comically deep frown on his lips. "Thought I saw something, but, no, y'got it all. Ready to go?"

Looking at her through the fan of his lashes, (Y/N) saw the teasing gleam to his eyes, though she swore there was something more floating in his irises.

Had that always been there?

"Um," she mumbled, dropping back into the moment, "Yeah, I'm ready."

The amusement in Harry's eyes faded at her stilted answer. Creases appeared between his eyes as he gazed at her, his bag loose in his hand. "Y'alright?"

"Yeah," she attempted to chirp, hopping out of her chair, "I think the day is just catching up to me and all. Just got really tired."

"Well, then," he started, standing to the full of his height before slinging an arm over her shoulder, "let's get y'home, lovie."

When he gave a small pulse to the cuff of her shoulder, his fingers denting the soft of her arm, (Y/N) tried to remember if it always felt that charged when he touched her.

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"Hey, you."

Harry held back a sigh when (Y/N) reached his open arms, burying his nose into her hair as she wrapped her arms around his middle. He settled instead for shuttering his eyes and sinking into her hold. It'd been a long week since he'd seen her last after taking her home after the Pleasing shoot; both he and (Y/N) seemed to be too busy to send more than a few texts to one another throughout the day. It wasn't a secret to him that (Y/N) was the brightest party of his day, but he hadn't realized just how good he had it until she had pulled back those days.

"How are you?" (Y/N) murmured, her voice muffled from the way her cheek was squished against his chest, "I feel like I've barely talked to you since last week."

"Me too," he said, drawing away just enough to see her face with his arms a warm loop around her, "I've been alright, though. You?"

Her eyes skated down his features long enough Harry swore he could feel her gaze like a touch from her hand. His skin warmed in her wake, a pinkened blush surely rising to the surface of his cheeks.

"I've been good," she finally answered, the heartbeat between his question and her response seeming hours long instead of mere seconds. "Just tired still. I feel like I haven't recovered from last weekend, yet."

"'M not surprised, y'worked hard." Harry dropped himself back into the moment, clearing his throat. "Molly emailed me some preliminary shots the other day."

Perking up in his arms, her eyes brightening. "She did? How did they look?"

A lopsided smile poked at the corner of his mouth. "I can show you, if y'want. Jus' need to grab m'laptop from m'room."

All it took was a giddy nod from her and a quiet yes, please! that had him untangling from her arms and heading towards his room.

As much as he wanted to stay right where he was in her arms, he needed a breath of air. Perhaps distance, no matter how small it was, really did make the heart grow fonder and Harry wasn't immune to the effects.

His paces were measured as he scaled his stairs to his bedroom, grabbing his laptop from where it was charging on the side of his bed. The email in question wasn't hard to find, especially since one of his favorite shots—the polaroid one production assistant had nabbed of he and (Y/N) snuggling during a break—was now his home screen on his phone. (And, one of (Y/N)'s official shots was now her contact photo).

Heading downstairs, he found her already making herself at home on his couch. With a blanket his mom had knitted for him thrown over her legs, she was scrolling through her phone despite the streaming service pulled up on his television.

"Comfy already, lovie?" he laughed, crossing from the landing to take his own spot next to her.

"A little," she answered, decidedly reserved in her teasing. That had been much of how it was this past week, (Y/N) too distracted, or tired, or whatever it was to play with him too much. He hoped it truly was nothing more than being a little tired.

Leaning in close, he settled his laptop on his thighs as he pulled up the attachments. Beginning to card through the photos, he offered a short explanation, "They're not edited completely yet, but we've got some of the effects added. We're still picking which shots are going to be used for the site and which will be used for the socials, but it all turned out really well."

Even as every picture lit up his screen, the pad of his finger on the touchpad, Harry favored watching (Y/N)'s reactions as opposed to looking at the shots themselves. He wanted to know if she loved it as much as he did.

The bright colors cast washes of pale color over her skin, shining like the moon at times with others giving a petal softness to the high points of her face. He could tell when a picture of her appeared with the way she rolled her lips between her teeth, a quiet bashfulness softening the edges of her features.

"Wait, wait, go back," (Y/N) asked, leaning forward as if to get a closer look at a missed photo.

Peeling his gaze away from her profile, Harry looked to his laptop to see the photo that had caught her attention was the same one that he favored. An artistically framed shot of their polaroid filled his screen, the nature of the camera already giving fuzzied edges to their forms, an extra set of dreamy editing adding that much more to the sight.

"Y'like this one?" he murmured, a delicate edge to his voice.

"When did they take this one?" she asked, her voice a quiet whisper for only him to hear.

"During that break, remember? Lambert and Molly had an assistant going around to get production shots, and they caught us," he smiled, reliving that moment with her in his arms and the warmth of her form against his, "We're thinking about using this in one of the social shots."

(Y/N) was silent then, her eyes flitting over every pixel that made up the photo. He hadn't expected her to go so quiet.

"But, we don't have to use it if y'don't want to," Harry carefully offered, already rearranging the composition of the offered rollout to accommodate her if she was so uncomfortable. "I can talk to Mo—"

"No, no, that's not—" she started, stumbling some through her words when she managed to meet his eyes finally, "I just... Can I ask you something?"

The connotations of the phrase had Harry's heart fumbling and palms sweating right away. "'Course. What is it?"

Hesitating as she rolled her lips between her teeth, (Y/N) let his words hang between them for a few heartbeats too long.

"Molly told me something after the shoot," she started, her words careful and calculated, "I wanted to know if it was true."

He couldn't imagine what Molly would have shared that would have had (Y/N) so cryptic and unsure. "Okay," he offered, drawling over the word.

"She said..." (Y/N) paused, dropping her eyes from his until they landed on the hollow of his throat—a safe place to look when she was too afraid of his reaction. His palms became that much more clammy. "She said something about how this collection was about... me. That you told Harry that you had all these ideas because they were from me."

In the same moment that time attempted to stop, everything in Harry's body went into overdrive. Was it safe to feel his heartbeat in the base of his throat? Was it normal to want to suck in more air than his lungs needed?

What was he supposed to say to that?

More importantly: what answer did (Y/N) want to hear?

Would she be excited to hear that yes, everything Molly had told her was true and he just didn't know how to tell her himself. It was easier to manifest it all into cute little nail polishes and matching stickers. Or did she want him to say no, Molly's imagination had run a bit too wild, or she had heard him wrong, or, or, or—

"Yes," he suddenly blurted out, his mouth ahead of his brain.

(Y/N) blinked at him. Her eyes floated back to his, bewildered at his blunt answer. "Yes, it's true?"

The dam that was his filter had too big of a crack to be properly repaired, it appeared. There was no holding back the river.

"Yes," he affirmed, a weight in his chest pushing the words out before he could offer more thought, "The—um—the yellow one with the gold glitter, it matches the dress y'wore the first time y'came to one of m'shows. And, pink is your favorite color, so I wanted to make as many different ones as we could so you'd have as many as y'wanted to wear. I don't even know if y'have this lipstick anymore, but the red was to match the one y'were wearing when we met. A-All of them are for—about you."

By the time he managed to zip his lips, there was still plenty to be said but he figured the rambling was more than enough to both humiliate himself and put (Y/N) on the spot.

The longer she didn't say anything in response, the more Harry sweat. His thoughts were nothing but a swirl heading down a drain, too heavy and incoherent to make sense of.

"(Y/N), I—I didn't m—"

As quick as he opened his mouth like a guppy, fumbling over his words, he was silenced with (Y/N) pressing her kiss to his lips.

It was startling at first, taking every ribbon holding him together unraveled, turning him into a scramble. It was only when he felt a careful smile spread over her mouth and she drew away a hair that Harry came alive.

This was what he'd dreamt of, why was he wasting it?

Molding his lips to hers, Harry tasted the soft curve of her cupid's bow when he tucked his bottom lip between her two. Faint traces of a fruity chapstick remained on her mouth, though the only taste he got was her. There was no other way to describe the fragrance other than it being (Y/N). Every soft parting and letting of their mouths gave him a rush of that essence, pulling him in deeper and deeper each time.

The laptop on his thighs was a forgotten object as he turned his body to face her, the device sliding somewhere among the cushions of his couch. His hand landed carefully on the soft of her cheek, feeling a warmth blooming in her skin under his palm. He could feel every pacing of her muscles, feeling how her body moved for no other purpose than to kiss him. It brought a pinch to his brow, an unfurling happening in his chest he couldn't even begin to unpack right then.

While it wasn't an urgent, explicit kiss, Harry didn't want to pull away first. Hours could have been spent on his couch just like this, if not for the fact (Y/N) decided she needed air more than his kiss.

Following her cue, he gave her some space when she drew away. Her skin was warm as she blinked her eyes open to match his own. He watched as a smile spread over her lips the longer she looked at him.

"You like me?"

A peal of laughter fell from Harry's lips, bursting through his chest and filling his bones.

"Maybe. Why?"

(Y/N)'s laughter filled the one place his own happiness couldn't fill quite as well: his heart.

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Pleasing's Cupid Collection available now.

(Y/N) barely noticed the notification sliding down the top of her screen, seeing as she was already on the main page of the brand's website. Refreshing the site, the homepage completely rearranged to showcase the dual collection now available for patrons to browse, her own face flashing in the campaign video playing at the top of the page. It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

Was this how Harry felt every time he released music? Or really anything for the world to see?

With the way her heart hammered in her chest, she wasn't sure how he survived things like this.

Another notification pinged at the top of her phone. Pleasing had just made a post on Instagram.

Tapping on the dropdown, she was taken from the Pleasing page and to her instagram app. The new post popped up automatically.

The shot showcased a collection of polaroid photos, some of behind the scenes shots of official photos for the campaign and others showing candid moments between the models and production during the making of the shoot. They were all laid out on a satiny pink sheet, a dreamy filter adding gleaming lights and iridescent shifts throughout the page.

There was one familiar polaroid that caught her eye—one that was barely within frame but something she had seen enough times she could spot with the barest of pixels. Just barely, she could see herself leaning against the chest of someone who was almost completely cut out of the frame, leaving only a set of arms to be seen wrapped around her shoulders with her eyes closed in contentment.

Just barely, through the haze of the filter, (Y/N) could see a small tattoo on her companion's hand: a black cross.

As if being summoned by her thoughts alone, those same arms draped themselves around her from where she stood in the middle of the kitchen. Harry's chin settled on her shoulder, looking at her screen as she pulled up the comments on the photos.

"What's everyone saying?" he murmured, his lips pressing against the column of her throat in a delicate kiss.

The smile that landed on her lips was tender and instinctual, something that settled there without her permission. She didn't have to truly read any of the commented reactions to know the public's opinion.

"They love it," she told him, voice a quiet croon.

"Yeah?" His smile was audible in his tone. "I think this one's gonna be the most popular yet."

"You think so?" (Y/N) questioned, swiping out of the reactions if only to see the glimpse of their polaroid once more.

Placing a gentle hand on her cheek, Harry tipped her chin to face him. There was a gleam in his eyes that (Y/N) never realized was so familiar until the first time they kissed. There was a small tug to the corner of his lips, a single dimple denting his cheek.

"Yeah. I've jus' got a feeling."

He dipped his head, pressing his lips to hers.

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babyleostuff · 3 months

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౨ৎ voicemails joshua hong leaves you while he’s on tour - fluff (with a pinch of angst), established relationship, gn!reader (pet names used: darling) warnings: one slightly dirty joke

...one: i saw you called me, sorry i didn’t pick up darling, we were busy shooting some stuff. wait (pause) it’s past midnight at home, what aren’t you sleeping? get your ass to bed right now

...two: now i see why you’re always so pissed when i ghost you, call me back now! or text me. or send me a picture, i don’t care

...three: how mad would you be if i shaved my head? i think i'm going through an existential crisis or something. but that’s because you’re not here with me. (pause) anyway, dino and seungkwan were arguing again and i wanted to record it for you, but i left my phone somewhere

...four: i went for a walk today and it was so beautiful, you wouldn’t believe how nice it was there! but then, for the rest of the walk, all i could think about was how wonderful it would be if you were here with me

...five: i miss you so much today. how are you? how was your day. call me back as soon as you can darling

...six: my mum just called and the first thing she asked for was you. not going to lie, i felt a bit offended. you're lucky i love you though. she also said something about coming to korea but now i'm not so sure if i want her to come here because i feel like she'll be all over you and forget about me. her son. stop stealing my mum from me

...seven: did you like the accessories i put on for the encore today? i took some photos for you, but i'm not sure how they turned out since i was in such a hurry, i literally almost forgot about putting shoes back on, so if they're blurry i'm sorry

...eight: it sucks sleeping alone. wish you were here

...nine: make sure to dress warmly today, and i mean it! if i hear even a single sneeze when i come home I'm going to tie you to the bed and not in the way you like

...ten: just a week left. we can do it darling

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heavenlyhischier · 8 months

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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 - 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

word count: 7.6k (i got very carried away im sorry)

summary: after months of feeling like you've lost quinn, he ends up losing you. will the two of you find your back to each other?

warnings: angst, self-destructive tendancies, drinking, cursing, MINORS DNI - 18+ content below the cut, shower sex, fingering, oral (fem recieving), unprotected sex (use protection guys), teeny bit of a praise kink, brief breath play, please let me know if you see any mistakes. i finished this at 2 am and my vision was a little blurry at that point

note: this is part of my follower celebration! i'm so glad i finally wrote about the future captian of the vancouver canucks please guys im begging you.

Two years ago, you had met Quinn Hughes through a mutual friend, and he’s been a part of your life ever since. In the beginning, the two of you took things slow, wanting to truly get to know each other before getting into a relationship. Quinn wanted to make sure that his intense schedule that involved him being gone for long periods of time wasn’t going to overwhelm you, or make you feel alone. You wanted to make sure that, after all you had gone through, Quinn was going to remain a man of his word and make your relationship work despite the many odds that came with his job. And he did, at first.

For the first year and a half that you were with Quinn, he was texting, calling, facetiming as often as he could when he was gone. If he wasn’t doing something that related to his commitment to the hockey team, he was talking to you in some way. He would send you pictures of the places he would visit with short captions of how he wished you were there with him, and you would always smile at them and tell him that you would be, one day. Though, a few months ago, those texts started to become less frequent, and when you did get them, they sounded forced, almost like they had been rehearsed.

For a while, you tried to reason with yourself. Telling yourself that he was just getting busier, and the stress was getting to him. You tried to understand just how demanding and exhausting his job must be, so you brushed off his deteriorating communication. Instead, you tried to hold onto the hope that when he was finally back home, things were going to go back to normal. Quinn was going to walk back through the door to your shared apartment and hold you until you fell asleep. Then, that stopped happening too.

The first time you realized that Quinn was truly pulling away from you was when he didn’t come straight home after a seven day roadie. He hadn’t even told you that he was close to home yet. You only found out because Natalie had posted a snapchat story of JT holding Owen, and you were immediately dialing your boyfriend's phone number. Your heart sank when it only rang three times before cutting to his bland voicemail message.

You remember spending the rest of that night crying into your pillow, thoughts of what you could have done to make him distance himself from you clouding your brain. You knew that hockey players had an abysmal reputation, but you have never lumped Quinn into that group of men. You’ve always thought the world of him, considering yourself lucky to have the luxury of being loved by him. This had you questioning everything you thought you knew about him. When he came home later that night, he gave you a half-assed apology and explanation followed by a string of kisses that had you melting back into him.

Though even that started to dwindle, and eventually it stopped all together. When Quinn was home in Vancouver, he rarely made the effort to spend time with you, and when he did, it was almost like he wasn’t there. His face would always be buried in his phone, or he’d be playing video games with his friends and you’d simply be sitting next to him on the couch. Quinn had stopped trying to plan dates, and honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d gone on one with him. You could barely remember the last time the two of you had shared a kiss that was more than the obligatory chaste peck on the lips before bed.

You tried to reassure yourself and ignore the aching in your chest, but the way he put as much distance as he possibly could between the two of you, the less you were able to do that. Eventually, you’d decided that enough was enough, and if it felt like you weren’t in a relationship, then you weren’t going to be in one. No matter how badly it hurt.

The thought of breaking up with Quinn made you feel like someone was holding your head under water. The panic settling into your chest as you realized that you couldn’t breathe; your lungs burning the longer you went without any air. No matter how hard you tried to break the surface and gasp for air, your head was only shoved deeper and deeper into the water until you realized that the only escape was leaving him. Leaving the man you were still in love with was the only way for you to be able to breathe again.

When he finally came home that night, he didn’t even notice you sitting at the table, his head shoved in his phone as he walked through the door. “Quinn,” Your quiet voice bounced off the walls of your home. His head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise that you were still awake at this hour, but you continued, “We need to talk.”

“Okay,” He drew out, brows knitting together in confusion as he slipped his phone into his pocket, “What’s this about?”

His eyes darted throughout the apartment, and you watched as his shoulders fell when he realized that stuff was missing from all over. Your stuff. With Quinn avoiding your home like it was, or rather you were, the plague, it gave you enough time to gather everything you’d brought over with you, and temporarily move it into a friend's apartment until you could find your own. Despite the multiple breaks you had to take because you kept breaking down, you managed to do it all in one day.

“I think you know what it’s about,” You chewed at your bottom lip, blinking rapidly to keep yourself from crying.

“Baby, I-,” He tried as he reached over the table to grab your hand, but you quickly cut him off. The chair scraped against the floor as you abruptly stood, shoving his outstretched hand away from you.

“Don’t call me that,” You spat, vision blurring from the tears, “You can’t call me that anymore.”

“What are you trying to say,” He asked, his voice breaking, and that made you angry.

How dare he act like he was hurt when all he’s been doing is hurting you? He put you in this position. He pushed you away, made you feel like he didn’t want you anymore. He did this, and he doesn’t get to act like he’s the one that’s hurting.

“I’m saying that we’re done, Quinn. I’m breaking up with you,” You asserted through the salty streams falling down your cheeks. Though the words tasted bitter as they came out, you felt a slight, very very slight, sense of relief wash over you as you said the words out loud.

Your words hung over his head as you fell into an uncomfortable silence, eyes staying trained on him as you waited for a response. He stood at the table with his palms pressed against the wood, head down as he let out a shaky breath followed by a weak question.

“What do you mean ‘Why’,” You scoffed, shooting daggers into the top of his head, “Quinn, you’ve barely said a full sentence to me in the last week. You don’t talk to me when you’re gone anymore. Hell, half the time I don’t even know you guys are back unless someone posts about it. I just- It just feels like you don’t want this anymore, and that’s okay, but what you’ve been doing isn’t.”

“No,” He breathed out, his voice small and broken as he shook his head, “No, it’s not and I’m sorry. I don’t- Fuck, Y/N, I don’t know what to say right now. I lo-“

“Please don’t,” You interrupted, tearing your gaze away from him as you choked on your own cries, “Please stop, Quinn. I can’t do it anymore. I love you so much, but it’s gotten to a point that the person I fell in love with is gone even though he’s right in front of me.”

A part of you did want him to beg you to stay, to beg you to give him another chance because he will change. He will change as long as it means he got to have you, and he couldn’t live without you. But the more logical part of you was holding the spear, and it was telling you that you were doing the best thing for you. That leaving Quinn, while it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, it was the right decision for you.

“I’ve already got all of my stuff moved out,” Your voice cut through the thick silence, “You’re not home much so it made it pretty easy.”

You couldn’t help but throw the jab in there, but it was only to cover the thinly veiled agony that was truly going on in your heart and bleeding into the rest of your body. You didn’t want Quinn to know that saying goodbye to him was like death by a thousand cuts, and so you masked the pain the only way you knew how. With anger.

“I wish you and your team the best in the rest of the season, I really do. But I think it would be better for both of us if we don’t talk after this.”

Not waiting for his response, you made a slight show to toss the key to what was now his apartment onto the table in front of him, the gentle ding of the metal hitting the wood echoing through the empty room, before walking out of the door. You’d barely made it into the elevator by the time your feelings washed over you an aggressive wave that came seemingly out of nowhere and everywhere all at once. You were thankful that the ride down to the bottom was quick and no one else joined you, and that the main lobby was only occupied by the security guard who’s more than likely seen his fair share of crying women.

That night, you went to your friend's apartment and broke down into a mess of screams, tears, and pain. She held you as you cried, held your hair as you threw up, held your hand through the shower curtain because you didn’t want to be alone. She stood by you in your most desperate time of need, and she made it her own personal goal to maim the hockey player should she ever see him again.

Quinn didn’t text or call you, but you knew that he wasn’t doing the greatest for the first few weeks after your breakup. Petey and Brock had both called to check on you once they had figured out what had their teammate in the state he was in. They asked how you were doing, and not-so-subtly mentioned that Quinn wasn’t any better off than you were. Though, they quickly learned to not mention him unless they wanted to listen to you call them obscene words before ending the call and ignoring them for a few days. You knew their intentions were good, but you didn’t want to hear about how “awful” Quinn was.

If he had acted like he cared about you half as much as his friends were telling you he did, maybe you would have made the effort to ask about him. If he loved you half as much as they said he did, but he didn’t. And he’s made that clear to you. Of course you know you told him that you thought it best if the two of you didn’t talk anymore, but you had secretly hoped he wouldn’t listen. That he would be calling you and texting you, begging you to come back. Telling you how in love he was with you, but it was complete and utter radio silence.

Eventually, you were able to pick yourself back up enough to find your own apartment. Leila had insisted that you staying with her was never going to be a problem, but you knew you couldn’t stay there forever. You needed to try and move on from him, even though you weren’t quite ready to let go of him yet. You needed to try and find yourself again, and you couldn’t do that sleeping in the guest bed of your best friend and her boyfriend's apartment.

Leila’s worried eyes were practically carved into your skull at this point, but you didn’t blame her. She’s had to pick you up, physically and emotionally, more times than she had anticipated when you initially turned up at her door with puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes. Though she should have realized how deeply hurt you were the fourth time she held you after you had woken up thinking that your breakup was a nightmare, only to realize that it was reality that haunted your dreams.

No matter how hard you tried to forget about Quinn Hughes, the city you lived in was as riddled with memories and reminders of what once was. He was on every street you walked, in every store window you passed by. He was everywhere, and it made you feel like there was a shard of glass piercing your heart, unrelenting and unmoving. You wanted nothing more than to forget about the man who had torn your heart in two, and you were willing to do anything to do that.

The bar air that clung to your body was sticky with alcohol and sweat, but you didn’t seem to mind as you moved your hips to the beat of whatever terrible remix they were playing. The unnamed man behind you had his hands planted firmly on your waist, but you didn’t pay him any mind as you let yourself dance. The alcohol swimming through your veins aiding your ability to forget about all of the hurt you had yet to heal from.

For the last three months, you often found yourself in some sort of bar or club to drink your pain away. It was cliche, but you hadn’t stumbled upon any other outlet that allowed you to forget about the constant ache in your chest. Leila had tried to guide you towards less self-destructive ways of healing, but you didn’t listen to her. This way was guaranteed to ease your heartbreak, at least for the night and that was all you needed.

“I’m Wren,” The man yelled into your ear, an off-putting smirk slapped on his less than desirable features.

Your mouth dropped open, the blood pounding in your ears covering the music entirely. It was too close. His name was too similar, and it made the one thing you were trying to forget flood itself into your head. Images of Quinn and memories of the way his voice sounded pushed their way to the forefront mind, and suddenly you couldn’t breathe.

Without another word, you pushed the man away from you and scrambled towards the exit of the bar. Your vision turned bleary and clouded, from the tears or the alcohol, you weren’t sure. Ignoring the worried calls from strangers you shoved past, you rushed out into the crisp Vancouver air.

You stumbled over into the mostly empty alleyway, clutching at your chest as your back came in contact with the brick wall. You were aware of the many lingering eyes on you, but the feeling that was consuming you made their attention appear miniscule and irrelevant. All you could think about was Quinn and how he never even fought to be with you. How he gave you up so easily.

Leila’s boyfriend had seen you run out of the bar, and immediately darted towards the bathroom so he could grab her. With the help of a few random women, he was able to get her attention much faster, and she was rushing out of the bar and leaving him to close their tab. Leila heard you before she saw you, and that alone made her chest burn for you.

“Honey,” She delicately approached you, her voice calm and collected, “What happened?”

The words were on the tip of your tongue, but nothing was coming out but strangled breaths and mangled cries. Despite having seen you in this position more times than she could count, it broke Leila’s heart all the same. She maneuvered your body so that she could pull you into her lap, ignoring the fact that she was sitting on the ground in a dirty alley. She began rubbing soothing circles on your back and instructed you to try and follow her breathing pattern.

Once you were able to catch your breath, you let out an almost incoherent, “Why didn’t he come back?”

Leila was able to calm you down enough to get you back to your apartment nearly an hour later. She kept insisting that you just come home with her, but you already felt guilty enough for intruding so much on her personal life. You knew she didn’t mind, but you did, so you managed to convince her that you would be okay by yourself, and that you would call her if you needed her. Though, she wasn’t the person you ended up calling.

“You have reached the voicemail box of Quinn Hughes. Please leave a message after the tone.”

“I hate you, Quinn,” You started, your voice already raspy from the moments prior, “I hate you so much for making me believe that you ever loved me back the way that I loved you. I thought we were forever, you know. That’s what you told me. That we would get married and have our own family, but we saw how that turned out. It was never going to be me, was it?

“I just wished you would have had the balls to tell me that you fell out of love with me, if you ever did in the first place, or found someone else or whatever the fuck happened. It would have made it a hell of a lot easier knowing that I, or you, did something to make you not stop loving me. It’s just- The worst fucking part about all of this is, is that I’m still so in love with you that it physically hurts me to be without you, but that doesn’t matter does it?

“Fuck. I don’t even know why I’m doing this. I guess I'm just trying to give myself closure so that I can really move on from you. I don’t know that I’ll ever stop loving you, but I’m going to try.”

Hanging up the phone, you threw it onto your couch and let out a gut wrenching sob that ripped through the stillness of your apartment. You fell to your knees and let everything you had been bottling up for the last three months bleed out of you. The world spun around you, your lungs burning as you gasped for air. Your fingers grasped at anything they could possibly wrap themselves around in an attempt to keep yourself steady.

You felt as if you were back to square one, and you hated that all it took was some man having a name that too closely resembled his. It was stupid, you thought, blatantly pathetic how easily you were thrown back into the fire you had done your best to crawl out of. You had almost healed all of the cuts Quinn’s treatment of you had left in your heart, but now they were gaping open once again.

Minutes passed by, or maybe hours you weren’t sure, and you had fallen into a limp ball on the floor of your living room. You had no energy to move from the spot as silent tears escaped their previous confinement. You stared lifelessly at the ceiling above you, mind too tired to fight off the dangerous thoughts floating about inside your head. It was only when sleep finally graced you that you were able to escape the pain of what-ifs.

The following morning, you were rudely awoken by someone aggressively and relentlessly knocking on your door. The sound ricocheted across the nearly empty walls of your apartment, and worsened the already excruciating pounding in your head. Pushing your tired body off the floor, you let out a quiet groan as nausea rippled from your core.

You passed by a mirror that Leila insisted you hang, and you outwardly cringed at your appearance. Your face swollen from last night's breakdown, and your makeup was smudged all across your face. Needless to say, your unwarranted guest was not going to get a presentable version of you.

Not bothering to check the peephole, you pulled the door open and time froze all around you. Quinn stood there with his hands in his pockets, head covered by the hood of his blue Canucks hoodie. His face was decorated with overgrown facial hair and deep set bags had found places underneath his eyes. Truly, he looked awful, but the sight of him in front of you made the already growing ball of nausea burst.

Quinn watched as your eyes simultaneously widened and hardened with an undetectable emotion, but he’s sure he could guess what it was. When he had woken up that morning, the last thing he’d expected to see was a missed call from you, let alone a voicemail. He’d listened to it a dozen times before calling Petey, asking him what he should do.

After a lecture that closely resembled the one he had already gotten from his teammate months prior that was followed by words of encouragement, he set off to your apartment. He only knew your address because Brock had accidentally let it slip when they passed by it one night. Truthfully, Quinn was expecting you to not answer the door or to slam it shut in his face when you saw him. That he was prepared for, but what he did not prepare himself for was you darting to the bathroom.

He stood in the hallway, conflicting emotions battling with each other as the sound of you retching reached his ears. He wanted to follow after you and comfort you like he’d done many times before, but he also didn’t want to make you even more uncomfortable than you undoubtedly were already. He opted to step inside and wait for you in the living room, preparing himself for whatever you were going to throw at him.

You were heaving into the toilet, panic running through every nerve in your body as you tried to focus on breathing rather than throwing up. The last person you had expected to show up at your door was here now, and you left him standing in the hallway. A million thoughts ran through your mind as you flushed the toilet, pushing yourself up off the floor for the second time in the last fifteen minutes.

Why was Quinn here? How was he here? You never gave him your address. Though a brief reminder that Brock knew where you lived was enough to answer that question for you, but nothing you could come up with answered why. You remember leaving him a voicemail in your drunken meltdown, but you couldn’t wrap your head around just what had gotten him to seek you out.

You stared at yourself in the mirror for far too long, and you wondered if Quinn was still here. You’d heard the door shut, but you couldn’t figure out if the footsteps that followed were inside your apartment or in the hallway. After quickly brushing your teeth and convincing yourself that he had left, you stepped back into the living room and were proven wrong. He had settled into the spot on the couch that he chose every time if he could; closest to the kitchen. His leg was anxiously bouncing up and down, and he was biting at his fingernails.

“What are you doing here,” You called out, nails digging into the palm of your hand as a way to keep yourself grounded.

The sound of your voice had Quinn’s head turning on a swivel before he was standing and taking a few steps towards you, but he stopped when you stepped backwards. He swallowed thickly, knowing that he was already treading through very dangerous waters by showing up at your apartment unannounced, and he didn’t want to do anything to further worsen that.

He instantly registered the tortured look in your eyes because it was the same one he’s been sporting since you left. Quinn knows he’s to blame for the downfall of your relationship. He should have fought harder. He should have fought, period, but he had his own reason for letting you go.

“You called me last night,” He started.

“I was drunk,” You firmly stated, heart beating loudly in your chest, “It didn’t mean anything.” You were lying, and he knew that, too. Quinn could always tell when you were lying.

“It meant something to me,” He rushed out, “Hearing your voice- Hearing you say that you thought I never loved you ripped me to pieces. I know I don’t deserve it, but can you please listen to my explanation? I know it won’t repair the damage I’ve done, but please. I was too scared before, but I’m not now.”

He rasped your name out like it was something sacred, like it held the entire world within its syllables. His eyes were glassy and filled with unshed tears as they bore into your own. He could tell that your heart and brain were at war with each other by the way you kept taking sharp breaths, and your eyes kept flitting away from him.

“I don’t know, Quinn. I’m trying to move on, and hearing you out will only undo all of the work I’ve put into doing that,” You tried, turning away from him but still staying in the living room.

“I know, baby,” The nickname tumbled out before he could stop it, sending a jab to your chest, “I know, but please. I will leave you alone after, if that’s what you really want. I’ll do whatever you want.”

You weighed your options in your head before letting out a hesitant, “Okay. I’ll listen, but if I want you to leave after, you’ll go?”

Your heart had won this battle, but you’re relying on your brain to save it later if need be. The sound of his approaching footsteps made the breath catch in your throat, but the feeling of his hand sliding into your own sent a jolt of electricity through your entire body. Your head snapped to his own, your eyes full of anxiety and familiarity.

He gently pulled you over to the couch, dropping your hand so that you could sit as far away from as you wanted. The air was crawling with nerves from both parties, but the lack of anger radiating off of you brought him some sort of comfort as he gathered his thoughts. Though, in your defense, you could never be angry at Quinn, no matter how badly he hurt you.

“I know that no apology can fix the hurt I’ve caused you, but I am sorry. I am so sorry for pulling away from you instead of talking to you. I never fell out of love with you, ever. Not then, and not now. Do you want to know the best thing that’s ever happened to me? It isn't hockey. It isn’t money. It’s you, and that terrified me. I was so scared that I was going to screw everything up.”

You opened your mouth to interrupt him, but he cast you a stern glare and shook his head before continuing, “I never let that bother me until I overheard you talking to Leila about marriage and children, and I got scared. I started questioning if I was good enough for you. If I was even good for you. I’m gone so much with the team, and I’ve already missed so many of your accomplishments because I was on the road.

“I started thinking about us having kids. How many appointments would I miss? What if I missed the birth? What if I missed the baby’s first steps? I couldn’t imagine putting you through all of that by yourself, so I started pulling away. Was it a good idea? Absolutely not, but it made sense to me. I thought I was going to save you from heartbreak in the future, but all I did was cause it now instead.

“I didn’t call after you left because I thought I did the right thing. I thought I was doing what was best for you, but then I heard your voice this morning and I knew I had to fix it, if you’d let me. I couldn’t let you think that I never loved you, because I do. I love you so much, and I will do anything to prove that to you, should you give me the chance.”

You sat there in silence, digesting the words that had just been said to you as you let out quiet sobs. For nearly the last year, you had believed that Quinn didn’t love you, and now he was saying the exact opposite. He was begging for another chance, and that was what you had wanted, right? It still was, but the damage that was done wasn’t going to be easily fixable. You would have to start back at the beginning, and you’re not sure if Quinn was willing to do that.

“Baby,” He whispered, your silence lighting his skin on fire with nerves, “I don’t know what’s going through your head, but I want you to know that I meant what I said. I will do whatever it takes to fix this mess I created. Anything.”

The gears were turning in your head, trying to conjure any sort of coherent thought to tell him that you wanted this, but you were scared. You’d put so much faith and trust into Quinn, and he tore all of that down out of fear. What if he did that again?

“I want to,” You whispered, “I do, but what if you do it again? I can’t go through it all over, Quinn. I felt like I was going to die without you, and I can’t go through losing you all over again if you get scared.”

You felt his weight lift off the sofa, and before you realized what was going on, he was wedging himself in between your legs in front of you. He cupped both of your cheeks in his hands so you were looking at him, and you swear you blacked out for a second. Just because Quinn had hurt you, doesn’t mean the effect he had on you went away.

“You won’t lose me ever again, okay? My heart belongs to you. My heart beats for you. I promise to love you for the rest of my life, even if you don’t love me for the rest of yours.”

His hands were still on your cheeks as you gulped down the lump in your throat, his pleading eyes darting all across your face. Lucky for you, your heart and your brain had linked together as you let out an almost silent, “Kiss me, please.”

And he did. Quinn’s lips were on yours in an instant, hands dropping down so he could pull you into his chest. The kiss was full of desperation and months of lost time as the two of you clung to each other. He was holding your hips so tightly that you’re fairly certain they were going to bruise, but you didn’t mind. You were pulling him into you just as desperately, afraid that he was somehow going to disappear from right in front of you.

He briefly pulled away so that he could sit on the couch, pulling you into his lap not long after. He quickly reattached his lips to yours, and he kissed you with so much fervor that it had your head spinning. You could feel some of your sadness melting away, being replaced by passion and desire for the man underneath you. Almost as if a switch had flipped within you. You shifted your hips on his lap, and a throaty moan escaped his swollen lips as he slightly threw his head back.

“Be careful with that,” He let out a breathy laugh, “You know what that does to me.”

There was a teasing glint in your eye as you spoke, “I know.”

“Fuck me,” He groaned, subtly moving your hips against him.

“If you insist,” You drew out, leaning down to ghost your lips over his neck.

He threw his head back against the couch and screwed his eyes shut as your warm breath fanned across his neck. Your eyes flicked up to his face, and you couldn’t help but let a mischievous smirk form before dragging your tongue across the expanse of his neck. He let out a string of profanities as you latched your mouth onto the spot you knew would send him spiraling, but you quickly pulled away and hopped off of him.

“I need to take a shower,” You announced, a teasing tone to your voice, “I’m still gross from the bar.”

Quinn’s eyes snapped open, watching as you began to walk away. Only when he heard you ask if you were going to join did he jump off the couch and scramble after you. He shed his clothes as he followed you to the bathroom, leaving a trail of fabric in his wake. By the time he had reached your bathroom, you’d already turned the shower on and rid yourself of your own clothes.

“I do not deserve you,” He mumbled as his eyes raked over your naked body.

He’d already memorized every dip and curve of you, but he always treated it as if he was seeing all of you for the first time. Your body captivated him in all of the best ways, and it left Quinn breathless every time you graced him with it. He considered it a privilege to be able to bear witness to the Goddess of a woman in front of him, and he worshiped it like it was.

Despite all that has happened between the two of you, you still felt comfortable enough to share this part of you with Quinn. Unlike the guys who had seen you naked before, none of them treated it the way he did. He never made you feel insecure, and he always made every other part of you feel just as loved as your body. He admired your character, and even your flaws, all the same.

“You gonna stand there or are you going to join me,” You teased as you stepped into the shower.

The water enveloped you like a welcomed hug, and you let out a sigh of relief as the stickiness from last night was washed away. You were facing towards the shower, eyes closed and head tilted back. You heard the curtain rings slide against the rod before you felt Quinn’s chest pressed against your back. You wiggled against his hardened length, and he took your teasing as a green light.

His fingers trailed up along your hip, across your waist before dancing over your breast. He made a point to slightly lift his touch so he just barely grazed your nipple, and you let out a whine when he did. His hand briefly paused when he reached your collarbone as if he was going to change his mind, but he carefully wrapped his fingers around your neck and leaned down to brush his lips against your ear.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” He whispered before dipping his head down and attaching his lips to your neck.

While one hand tilted your neck to give him better access, his free hand trailed down your stomach and towards your center. The knot in your stomach grew the closer he got, but he was taking his time with you. Relishing in the moment he never thought he would have again.

“Quinn,” You whimpered, “Please.”

“Please what, baby? I need you to use your words for me,” He briefly broke his contact with your neck.

“I need you to touch me, please,” You were begging him, needing him to give you the release that no other man has before.

“Good girl.”

He slid one finger into you, an almost pornagraphic moan echoing off the tiles of your bathroom. You threw your head back against his shoulder, gripping at the slick shower wall for any sort of support before your knees buckled from under you. He carefully moved his digit inside of you, stretching your walls so he could add another.

“Jesus, baby. You’re so tight,” He groaned into your ear.

“‘S because no one’s touched me- Oh fuck,” You cried out as he inserted another finger, “No one’s touched me since the last time you did.”

Quinn knew he shouldn’t be as turned on by that as he was, but he couldn’t help it. Knowing that you didn’t let another man have you the way that he did only made him harder, and he didn’t think that was possible.

You were writhing against him as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, your moans filling his ears like they were his favorite song. He moved his thumb to press against your clit, and it was then that Quinn had to use his own strength to keep you standing. He worked his fingers against you, and he’s gotten you to the finish line enough times to know that you were already just about there, so he didn’t stop.

“Oh my god,” You cried out as his thumb rubbed circles and his fingers curled inside of you, “I’m almost the-Fuck.”

“I know, pretty girl. I know,” He murmured, keeping his pace steady.

Your legs are shaking and your vision becomes spotty as the knot inside you comes undone. He captures your lips with his own as you come all over his fingers, kissing you with the same amount of passion he’d had before everything happened. He was still supporting you with the hand that was previously on your neck, but you slowly regained the strength to support yourself as you came down from your high.

“You okay,” He asked, turning you around so that the water was no longer hitting your front.

“More than okay,” You gave him a sloppy smile, still slightly dazed from your orgasm.

“Good, because that was only the beginning,” He smirked, switching places with you so he could back you into the corner of your shower.

You watched as he turned and shifted the shower head so that it was spraying against the two of you as much. You pulled your brows together in confusion as you questioned him, “What about you?”

“What about me,” He feigned confusion as he slowly fell to his knees.

“You know what,” You quietly spoke, eyes wide in anticipation as his hands gripped your thighs.

“I’m getting all I need, baby. Don’t worry,” He glanced up at you, eyes sparkling with pleasure.

His fingers trailed against your thighs that were wet with a mix of water and your own juices. Goosebumps rose in wake of his touch, sending a shiver throughout your entire body. You kept glancing down at him with your lip pulled between your teeth, your heart still rapidly beating from your orgasm only minutes ago.

Quinn spread your legs with his hands before placing feathered kisses on the inside of your thighs, eliciting a few breathless moans from you. He stopped when he got against your aching core, his breath hitting it as he spared you one more glance.

With a swift movement, he was lifting your leg over his shoulder and then he was diving into you like it was his last meal. His facial hair was tickling your inner thighs, but all it did was add to the sensation flowing through your body. His hands were gripping at your legs to not only keep you steady, but to give him something to hold on to.

He was devouring you in a way that made it seem like he was enjoying it more than you were, but you highly doubted that to be true. His tongue worked against as he led you to yet another orgasm, mouth sucking and swirling in all of the right places. You tugged on his hair as you felt the familiar fire burning in your stomach, your head hitting against the tile wall.

Your second orgasm ripped through your body, rendering you temporarily blind yet again. He carefully placed your leg back beneath you, placing open mouth kisses against your stomach as he stood leaving behind a mixture of his saliva and your cum against your skin. He attacked your lips with his own in a dizzying kiss, his hands cupping and squeezing at your breasts.

“I’ve missed you so much,” He mumbled against your lips as he placed his forehead on yours.

“I missed you too. So much, Quinn,” Your eyes became misty with tears, but you tried to push them back.

“I’m not trying to ruin the moment or anything, but thank you for giving me a second chance. I definitely don’t deserve one, but I will keep my promise and do whatever it takes to win you back.”

You pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to his lips before saying, “Well, you can start by properly fucking me.”

The softness in Quinn’s eyes darkened to something full of desire and lust, but he still managed to keep the look of pure admiration and love. His hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you into his chest and meeting your lips with a hungry kiss. You could feel him pressed against your thigh, and it made the already wet pool between your legs worsen.

“Need you to hold on to me baby. Wanna look at you,” He instructed as he pulled away, gesturing for you to wrap your arms around his neck, “Good girl.”

Quinn rubbed himself between your folds, teasing your entrance and watching your face twist in desire and want. Slowly, he pushed himself inside of you and let out a mangled moan as your walls clenched around him. He paused and let you readjust to his size, doing his best to remain still and not roughly jerk his hips back.

“Move,” You whimpered, bucking your hips forward for any sort of friction, “Please move.”

With your pleading, Quinn was pulling himself nearly all the way out and slamming back in at a pace he knew you both liked. His thrusts were hard and deep, filling you in just the right way to leave you gasping for more. He grabbed one of your legs and hooked it on his hips to allow himself a better angle, and you swear you blacked out for a second. You were grateful for the strength he has from hockey or you’re certain you’d both be on the floor by now.

Your loud moans mixed with his own, surely filling the entirety of your apartment with the sound. A part of you hoped your neighbors couldn't hear, but a bigger part of you didn’t care. You finally had him back, and the both of you were making up for lost time. His hips snapped against your own as he brought his free hand back up to your neck, squeezing at the sides with the pressure he knew wouldn't hurt you.

You were clenching around him, sending him into a fit of blinding, white hot ecstasy. No matter times Quinn had imagined you when he fucked his own hand, it was absolutely nothing compared the real thing. Watching as your eyes screwed shut and his name fell from your lips in desperate whines was a sight he would never get tired of.

“Oh my god, Quinn,” You shakily cried out, your eyes rolling backwards and the top of your head hitting against the shower wall as he thrusted into you, “Jesus, fuck.”

“Such a pretty girl,” He praised as his hand dove between your bodies, his fingers coming to rub at the bundle of nerves, “You look so pretty wrapped around me, you know that? Fuck, you feel so good.”

You were gripping at his back as he split you open, your vision coming in and out as he rubbed at your overstimulated clit and repeatedly slammed into you. Your name was tumbling from his lips in grunts, only tightening the coil in your stomach as his forehead dropped to your shoulder. You could feel the heat swirling inside you as he rammed himself into you, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Quinn, I’m going to- I’m gonna,” You stuttered as he worked himself deeper, harder.

“I know, baby. Let go,” He whispered your name like it was holy and just, “Come all over my cock, pretty girl.”

His words sent you flying over the edge, your third orgasm of the night sending you into a fit of unmistakable pleasure. Waves of contractions washed over your body as Quinn fucked you through your orgasm, his own crashing over him not too far after. His thrusts became sloppy and slow as he came inside of you, his head burying itself into the crook of your neck as he let out stifled moans against the skin.

You’re not sure how long you clung to each other with him still inside you, sounds of your heavy breathing replacing the previous moans that were probably still echoing somewhere in your apartment. However, what felt like hours but was probably not even five minutes later, Quinn pulled himself out of you, guiding your still shaking leg back down and keeping your body upright.

“Time to get cleaned up, yeah,” He teased, his thumb and forefinger coming up to grab your chin.

“Good thing we’re already in the shower,” You bantered back, eyelids slowly drooping courteous of the man in front of you.

You lazily pulled Quinn back into your hold, meeting his lips for yet another searing kiss. Yet this time, there was no desperation. There was no hunger. There was only love, and hope. Hope that, despite the damage that has been caused, the two of you will return to the best version of yourselves and let yourselves be happy without worry or fear.

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i know you only uploaded it a few hours ago, but please carry on the reader accidentally summoning morpheus, im dying to know their history, and his feelings on how much time has passed <3 big fan!!

A/N: By popular demand, I'm writing a 2nd part. The quoted poem is something I was obsessed with as a kid. My mom still quotes it.

[Imagine accidentally summoning Morpheus] || [Sandman-inspired playlist]

All of it sounded like a madman's bad joke.

"Wait, hold on." You waved your hand. Hunching over the dusty box filled with remnants of your childhood, you began looking for another trinket that surely must have been there. "You mean that you are... goddamn where is it... I saw it somewhere here... Got it!" you exclaimed when you stood up with a thin, red book in your hand. "You mean that you are this funny fella?"

Your finger was tapping against the cover of a children's book. There was an illustration of a Santa Claus-like man carrying a big sack thrown over his shoulder. He was climbing a ladder to an open bedroom window. Above the picture, in fancy curvy letters, was written Grandfather Sand.

A small smile crept unto Morpheus's face. His eyes lit up vividly and you suspected that if he was any less reserved in his emotional expression, he would have laughed in your face. "Did you think he is the Sandman?"

"I didn't think the Sandman was at all," you retorted as you carelessly tossed the book on your bed. Looking once more at the pleasantly familiar illustration, the nostalgia made you recall something Morpheus had said to you a few minutes ago. "You said you know my face."

"I have visited you many times before," he stated. After a moment, he added in a quieter, defeated tone: "But you don't seem to remember."

You only shrugged your shoulders. "If I was a toddler, then no wonder. It was lifetimes ago."

Morpheus gave the room an absent once-over before staring at the box next to the two of you. Something brown and fur-like was peeking from behind dolls and plastic horses. His pale, skeletal hand reached for the mysterious object only for it to turn out to be an old, worn-out teddy bear. It still smelled of your grandmother's perfume. Sometimes you wondered what happened to him... Apparently, Terry had been safe and sound in your grandmother's basement throughout all those years.

Dream was examining the bear when he suddenly decided to make you recall something you had already forgotten you once remembered: "Maybe Spot tugged at him, tore the ear off, didn't say he's sorry?"

It was a quote - one that you had grown to know all too well. You felt as though that single line from a rhymed story allowed you to rediscover the oldest memories your brain could possibly store like you suddenly became privy to a life you had once led but not anymore. "A needle, a thread, a pair of hands, we'll mend the hurt right away," you quietly continued." You fixed Terry..." Yes, that plushy friend from your childhood did need an 'emergency surgery' once, although you could never quite recall who sew his ear back on. At some point, you even began questioning whether his little accident was even real as there was no sign of a tear whatsoever.

The memory came to you in waves like afterimages of a dream one tries to recall after waking up. It was all blurry, voices heard from miles away and sights as if seen through a dirty lens. "Yeah, I remember I used to ask to be told the same three stories over and over again and you were never frustrated with me."

"You were a great listener."

"So, how does this work? The melody plays and you just, puff, appear wherever?"

Morpheus sat Terry at the top of the dolls, plastic horses and fairytale books about fairies still residing inside the box. His bony hand lingered on the brown, matted fur of the plushie. "It was a gift." His gaze returned to you. "To a girl who just like you could not fall asleep. For decades it remained silent until that one night when I met you for the first time."

Your hand brushed against the ceramic raven inside the music box. It was quite an interesting choice of design for an item meant for children. "A magical heirloom. Sounds cool." The ghosting touch of your fingers was withheld only for you to close the enamelled lid for an unspecified amount of time. "Don't worry, I won't abuse that... privilege. I'm sure you have a lot going on anyway."

Without letting his gaze leave you, Morpheus was a little too quick to answer you. "Play it anytime you want."

His expression remained generally ambiguous but you figured it was just the way he looked. There was, however, one detail of his face that caught your attention: his eyebrows slightly raised making him appear somewhat surprised or nervous. "Is that permission or a suggestion?" you asked.

"Both."

Tagging people who were interested in a follow-up: @secretdreamlandmentality @kbrownie @lolitaisreal @thegraywitch @aralezinspace @boofy1998

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lilac-hecox · 3 months

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ok i was going through your speculation tag bc i wanted to know what was up with kimmy and then just ended up catching up on the whole anthony/mykie speculation and then did some of my own detective work. i saw that someone assumed that anthony and mykie are living separately rn and anthony is staying in the smosh/pressalike studio while mykie is staying at their shared place, and i wanted to see if i can find any evidence of this.

so basically through looking at a bunch of pics i can say that anthony is definitely not staying at the smosh/pressalike studio but he may also not be staying in his space with mykie?

here are pics we have of the smosh/pressalike kitchen, from this member community post and the sleepwalking disaster bts. the things to note about this kitchen is the way the knobs for the stove are on the right of the stove and how the shelves of the kitchen are white in color and there's white cabinets.

here are the pictures of anthony in a kitchen during the iconic ian-gives-anthony-frozen-soup saga. this is clearly not the same kitchen as the one in the smosh/pressalike studio bc the knobs of the stove are on the bottom of the stove and there are light brown cabinets in the kitchen. other things to note about this kitchen in the vent on the wall and what might be knives in the background behind anthony? hard to tell bc blurry af.

and now for the real kicker, what i am assuming is anthony and mykie's kitchen in their shared home (also an ian for vibes bc how could i crop him out). at first i though maybe this is all bs bc of the knives in the background of the above being similar to the below pic, but there's some stuff that makes me think it's a different kitchen. the most obvious is that there is not air vent above the cabinets in the picture with ian, which is pretty damning unless he like added another air vent to his kitchen. Also the color, pattern, and shape of the soup cabinets are different from the cabinets in the pic below. there is no upper lip on the soup cabinets, and the way there seem's to be a longer cabinet that extends down on the left of anthony is just not seen in the picture below. the soup cabinets are also a lighter brown, and i don't thinks it's just because of the lighting bc the ones below are also stripey while the soup cabinets seem to be more of a flat color.

anyways, all of this is me basically wondering the age old question: where's anthony? ian gave him frozen soup, this is a fact. so where tf did anthony end up reheating it? it def isn't the smosh/pressalike studio and i would say i'm 95% it isn't the kitchen in the background of the ian with dog photo.

sorry this was super long and i probably seem absolutely batshit insane, but being a long time supernatural fan truly did change my brain chemistry and caused me to develop an extremely unnecessary skillset.

This is Sarah Christ levels of detective work and I applaud this! I also did see a theory floating about that Anthony is staying in a new place that is neither the new Smosh house nor the the house he and Mykie bought. This was because of his interior shots and also the videos of him smoking weed out on the balcony of what could be the new place.

This is all very interesting and I appreciate and salute your hard work!

#smoshblr detective club #speculation #anthony padilla #smosh #m #tea #ask #answered #ask box #ask away #unhinged-jackles

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kireijae · 10 months

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untitled. njm

pairing: jaemin x staff!reader

genre: fluff, some crack

a/n: i'm hoping this will turn into a sort of series about staff!reader bc i always love writing those and they're relatively easy to get inspiration for with the cb soon.

"excuse me, renjun-ssi," jaemin said through gritted teeth.

you laughed at the interaction. the blurry pictures renjun took and jaemin's playfully mocking tone making your mind and lungs fizz with laughter.

"did anyone else take a picture?" he asked, "hyung?" he showed his prettiest puppy eyes as he pointed the question to his manager.

"no, sorry," the older man said, "but y/n did, i think?"

you were glad for the poor lighting, though it worked to ruin most of jaemin's photos, it also worked to hide the face you made as you felt heat creeping up your cheeks.

you wordlessly held out your phone, a few pictures of the two boys displayed there. jaemin leaned over to see them, examining the image.

"renjun," he called, "this is how you're supposed to do it!"

you giggled which made jaemin turn his face to you and smile. you were much closer to him than you'd thought you had been. you examined the soft curves of his face, contrasted with the sharp angle of his jaw. how could skin still look so soft while the structure underneath was so harsh in its curves?

he noticed your gaze, and smiled back. whether it was knowingly or obliviously, you couldn't tell.

"okay, let me try again," came renjun's voice, "just stand under this lamppost."

renjun again attempted to capture what he was calling his vision, but failed miserably. between the bad lighting, his shaking hands and jaemin's pulling of faces that would never see the spotlight of his instagram, none of the pictures were much better than the first set.

"y/n," jaemin called to you, "please take a few pictures of me?"

renjun walked over and handed you his phone to use.

"sure–"

"wait," jaemin reached for renjun's phone, "use your own phone." and when he got some questioning looks from you and some of the other staff he said, "just in case renjun's phone locks or something."

renjun nodded and you gave him his phone back, reaching again for your own.

"where did you want it taken?" you asked, attempting a professional tone of voice.

"over here by the bench," he pointed.

coming away from the others, you took a few careful shots of jaemin, glad that no one else was crowding around you with video cameras. this wouldn't have made it to their vlog anyways.

"i can edit them if you want," you offered as you showed him the photos. "ju-just to fix the lighting and colours," you added, hoping you hadn't offended him.

"i'd appreciate that," he dipped his head slightly and flashed the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen. "here," he held out his hands, "let me give you my number so you can send me the pictures when you're done."

you nodded back, tapping to the phone app and handing it over to him. once he handed it back, you saw that he'd sent himself a message so that he had your number.

"'nana'?" you asked, looking up from where the name was typed out on your screen.

"yeah?" you gave him a look of exasperation and he laughed, "too much?"

you shook your head knowingly, fighting the curl of your lips. "no, it's cute."

it was his turn to blush, though he held the colour in his cheeks with more confidence than you had.

"jaemin!" renjun yelled, "i think we should go across the street for more photos!"

jaemin smiled at you before rolling his eyes along with his head to look at renjun judgmentally.

"yeah alright."

he spun around lazily on his heel, and you snapped a picture as he strode away.

#nct dream #jaemin imagines #jaemin x reader #jaemin fluff #jaemin #jaemin x you #na jaemin #jaemin drabbles #jaemin scenarios #na jaemin x reader #na jaemin x you #jaemin crack

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maya-meow · 4 months

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Scaramouche x gn! Reader part 2

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Part 1:

This fanfic was requested by @franaby !!!(im sorry if it isnt to your liking, i could always try to make another fanfic if you dislike this one!)

I'm also sorry if some things don't make sense, english isn't my first language!! T^T and um also sorry that it ends a little wierd. I didnt know how to end it :(

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You slowly woke up from the aroma of fresh pancakes. You opened your eyes to see the sunlight coming from the curtains, you feel yourself starting to wake up but it seems that your vision is hazy. You turn your head to your side and see you're in a room you don't recognize. You feel your head being heavy as you hold it in your hands, your entire body felt sore and your vision still remained hazy. You can't remember how you ended up inside this room, and all you see is just blurry furniture, no sign of anyone in here.

Your sight didn't get any beter. You feel yourself still being a little dizzy as you slowly get up on your feet. You feel your legs wobble a little bit as you try to get up. You still have the feeling of being weak as you're trying to walk around. You manage to stand up and walk around the room, the room looked like a bedroom, as you look at the pictures on the wall... You see yourself in the pictures. But something's off... Their all photos of you. You felt a little creeped out and slowly looked around you, but there was still no one. You did not want to stay here any longer so After you're starting to walk around, you noticed the door to the room is wide open. As you make your way towards the doorway, you can see the hall outside with a couple of doors on both sides.

You feel yourself getting more dizzy and light-headed the more you walk inside the hallway, you felt your legs getting weak again and you had to lean against the wall to keep yourself standing. As you lean against the wall as you smell the smell of pancakes drifting from somewhere, it was making you hungry. Your legs suddenly felt like jelly, you still couldn't remember what happened to you before. Though you were quite hungry so you slowly and carefully walked to the place of the aroma.

You follow the smell of the pancakes as you walk slowly down the hallway. You feel yourself getting more weak as you continue to walk down the hallway. Once you reach the end of the hallway you see the origin of the smell, there's someone in the kitchen cooking. It's a man, he seems like he's cooking quite a lot of pancakes. Upon seeing him, he looks back at you and spoke up with a voice of surprise. "Ahh... You're finally awake?" As you saw his face, you feel your body starting to tremble. you're starting to fully remember what happened with you before. You feel scared and your heart starts to beat fast, you are starting to recall that you were taken and kidnapped. The man looks at you with a slightly worried expression on his face as he spoke softly "Ah...I see you remember some things... Would you like to have pancakes and some water? You look like you need something to strengthen your body..." you started to back away. He looks at you in surprise as he stepped towards you: "Please don't be afraid. I won't do anything to you, I'll just give you some pancakes. I think you're still feeling weak from the effects of the sedative after all. Come, sit down here. Let me give you some pancakes and water..."

You try to back away again, but he kept walking closer to you. You could feel your heart beating fast and sweat starting to drip down your back. You also feel your vision becoming even more blurry again, seems like you're starting to panic. "Please calm down, darling. You're safe here, I promise I won't hurt you... Now come on, let me feed you..."

He continues to walk towards you and he's getting uncomfortably close to you as he speaks softly into your ear. "You have to eat, my love~ You haven't eaten for a long time and you're feeling weak... Now come on, don't be stubborn. Let me feed you some yummy pancakes, hmm?" You didn't want that. What if he drugged the pancakes? You steped away again. He spoke softly but with a stern look at you now as he gets super close to you. "Don't make me feed you by force, darling. I won't hesitate either to inject you with sedative again if you keep resisting. Just relax and let me feed you..." you didn’t respond as your breathing was still heavy. He seems annoyed from you resisting. "If you don't come here yourself... Then I'll have to force you myself, you don't want me to force you to eat, do you? Now please, be a good little pet for me and just let me feed you..." you took another step back "get away from me.." you replied

He sighs softly, now being tired from you continuing to resist. "You leave me no choice. If you aren't going to allow me to feed you willingly, then I'll be feeding you by force..."

He quickly walked to the door and locked it, making sure you couldn't escape through there. Then he grabbed your wrist and starts pulling you to him. As he started pulling you towards him, yyou feel yourself losing control of your balance. You started to feel even more Dizzy. He continued to drag you closer to him and he's not stopping either...

he's now pulling you to the kitchen table. He speaks up with a dominating tone to his voice as he gets more rough with you and is beginning to force you to sit down on a chair. "I can't believe I have to do this the hard way. This was supposed to be easy, but now you left me with no choice... Sit down on the seat... I'm going to have to feed you myself now..." As you looked up at him, you feel yourself feeling more dizzy and weak at the sight of his face. Why did you keep feeling like this..? He said it would be over after you slept right..? Did he gave you too much of a dosis..? You now feel your legs starting to buckle and you have no choice left but to sit down on the seat. You feel yourself being forced down on the seat, feeling completely and utterly helpless to him...

You hear him speak in a dominating voice now, sounding more threatening then before. "Your struggles only make this worse by making the drug last longer. Now I'm going to make a deal with you, if you continue to resist me I'll be injecting you with more of the sedative and make you fall back asleep for a long time. But if you just relax and let me feed you, then I won't inject you at all. You get to decide how this will go..." you didn’t wanna keep feeling like this, so you didn’t really have anoyher choice..

As you agreed to let him feed you, his expression quickly changes back to being relaxed and calm. "There we go. See? Was that so hard? Now I think your vision is a little bit blurry still so let me do all the work, just let me take care of you, alright~?" You nodded.

He smiles softly as he goes back near to the stove and grabs a plate of fresh pancakes. He comes back with it and pulls the plate of pancakes in front of you. He then holds the fork with a piece of pancake and brings it close to your mouth. "Open wide, darling`~" you slowly opened your mouth a little, feeling embarrassed that you couldn't even eat by yourself. As you slightly opened your mouth, he brings the fork with the pancake to your lips and gently feed you. He speaks up softly as he feeds you the pancake. "Just eat, sweetheart... That's it, you're doing so good..." you haven't eaten in a while and the pancake tasted pretty good so you just did what he asked.

"You're doing so well. Eat up. I'm going to feed you with plenty of these pancakes now, alright?" As you continue to swallow these pieces of pancake one by one. The drugs in your body from the sedative is finally starting to wear off. You could feel yourself getting less dizzy and tired with each piece you swallow. Your vision is now back to being perfectly clear and The feeling of weakness is starting to go away as well. Now your finnaly healthy again, you can think of a way to escape. He feeds you a few more pieces before speaking again 'okay, that should be enough for you. I'll get you some water now. I'll be right back." he then walks to the fridge to get you some water. He then returns. He comes back holding a clear glass of water and walks back to you holding the glass in front of you "Here, I got you some water. Please take a sip slowly, I don't want you choking or spilling it. Just take a sip, okay?"

You slowly took a sip as he watches, after you're done taking a sip he takes a seat back next to you. He smiles softly at you as he speaks softly back to you once more; "How do you feel now? Feeling a lot better? No dizziness or weakness, right?" "Not anymore.." you responded. You felt a lot beter now but you really felt uncomfortable, who wouldn't if you just got kidnapped?! You tried to look for a way out. You could jump out of the window... he picked up the dishes and places them on the kitchen sink,as he did that you took your chance. You ran to the window and tried to open it, but the window wouldn't open, it was locked tightly from the outside. That only caused your fear to soar back up and he's already behind you as you tried to run.

"Where are you going, darling? You don't think you're going to escape me, do you?" You panicked and tried to open another window across the room, but... It's locked as well. "I promise it's no use, darling. This house is locked down tight, there's no way to escape from here, darling..." you tried to kick the window but it didn't break. "Please, darling. I just want this to be peaceful. you're obviously panicking. I only did what I did because I love you, darling..." you backed away and yelled at him: "i'm not panicking, shut up-!"

"You are panicking, I can see the fear in your eyes. The way you move so erratically shows that you're nervous and fearful. I just want you to calm down and listen to me, I won't do anything to you. Now, please come closer to me..." you backed away. "Darling, please.... Don't make me drag you to me now, would you? You're just making this worse for me and yourself, I'll really have to inject you again with the sedative if you keep this up..."

As you heard that you started trembling, you didn’t know why you reacted like that. "You don't want to get it injected again, do you? Now come on, I'll explain everything to you. Just follow me back here and sit down next to me, okay?" You gave up on trying to escape. You slowly made your way towards him. He smiles and speaks softly now as you get closer to him again. "That's it. That's a good pet~ Now just come sit down next to me and I'll explain everything to you, okay?"

You slowly sat down next to him, still trembling a little. He smiles, seeing you sit down on the seat next to him. He then speaks up softly, "There we go, that's much better. Now, would you like to know why I kidnapped you in the first place, darling?" You nodded.He smiles softly at you. "Good, I'll explain everything right now. You see… I actually love you, darling. I've been watching you for a lot of months now and I'm absolutely obsessed with you. So, I decided to kidnap you so you can be mine and mine only. That's why I'm so protective of you… Can you see it now? My love for you?"

Protective..? Thats one way to call it..You looked up supprised. You did saw pictures of yourself but..you didn’t think he would say this. He smiles softly at you but his expression becomes slightly more concerned as you sound like you wouldn't accept his love after hearing the truth. "Darling, isn't that what you want to hear from me? I love you and want you to be mine only. Is it the way I express my love for you that makes you react like this? Could it be when I forcefully kidnapped you, I scared you a bit?" "You drugged me-!! How could i not be scared?" You responded.

His concerned expression softens a little more again as you bring up the issue being drugged. "Please look it from this way, yes I did drug you because I wanted to get you here. But would you have come if I asked you to come on your own accord? I really love you, and don't want you to be with anybody else. Don't you see I'm saving you from these other people that would probably hurt you? I'll protect and love you more than anyone else, isn't that enough reason...?" He smiles at you once more softly. "So, what do you say, darling? Can you see now..? Are you finally starting to see how much I love you?... Can you see that I only did this because I love you, don't want to lose you to another, and want to keep you safe?" You were speechless. As you didn’t respond he quickly moves his chair closer to yours and gets face level with you, he looked at you with this pretty indigo eyes. He has this warm, kind, soft, and comforting look on his face. He even starts to caress your face to comfort you.

"Shhh... Let me calm you down and assure you that it's not what you think. You can trust me and what I say. I'm your only one, I'm your boyfriend, I love you with all my heart. Can't you see it...? I have been so alone for so long..i need you, my love" you didn’t move. His touch was quite comforting. He smiles gently at you as he caresses your face, his soft and comforting words have your body starting to calm down. You start to get less panicky and more settled down in the moment. "I promise I won't let anyone else hurt you or take you away from me. I'll be there to protect you and love you all the time, darling. See…? I'll always love you. I'm going to take good care of you..." you leaned into his touch. He was so sweet to you and it felt so comforting..

Your actions are making him blush now, as he's now even more softer and more comforting towards you now that you're leaning into his touch. His words are even more soft and reassuring towards you as he sees that you're finally beginning to accept his love for you. "See? I just care about how you feel, about your well being. I've been thinking about you every second of my life... Can't you see how much I love you now?..." you couldn't think of anything to say. He sees that you still seem a bit doubtful and hesitant but he thinks it's probably just because of the drug still having a little bit of effectiveness on you. He moves a bit closer to you, his face is now very close to yours and he speaks softly to you with a kind and loving tone. "I still don't want to force you to believe me if you're still being hesitant. But, would it make it easier for you to believe me if I give you a kiss? Would that show you how much I love you?" You blushes of the thought of him kissing you.

He smiles softly at you seeing how speechless you suddenly became. He quickly pulls you very close to him, he's now so close that your faces are practically touching each other now. He then leans in very close to your lips and starts to softly kiss them, not forcefully but rather softly and lovingly in a bid to get you to believe his love for you is genuine. You blushed even deeprr and closed your eyes.

This kiss is very soft and gentle as he just wants to get you to believe his love for you is genuine. He also doesn't even kiss you for very long, he quickly pulls back to see how you react. Your body is now feeling softer than before, and more at ease with these loving actions he is giving towards you.

You blush from the kiss, which is quite an unexpected reaction for him. You're supposed to show signs of anger and distress, not be blushing from loving actions. He smiles at you after ending the kiss and his expression becomes even softer and kinder.

"Good... That's good... You're finally starting to respond to me with affection. Does that mean you believe me now that I love you?..." you nodded. You indeed believed him now. Although he was a little wierd. You thought he had good intensions. He smiles with relief as you believe him now, finally showing some genuine affection. He still keeps the soft look on his face and even gets closer to you, he wraps his arms around you to bring you closer to his body. "Good... Now don't go trying to escape anymore, alright? I only did all of this because I don't want to lose you. We're going to be together forever, with no one taking you away from me, darling... Do you get it...?"

"Mhm.." you mumbles as you leaned into his hug. He continues to keep his soft and comforting grasp on you, feeling very pleased with your reaction. He speaks softly and calmly once more. "Good... I'm glad you finally understand. You see, this is all that I ever wanted. To be with you, to have you all to myself, to love and protect you from everyone. This is all that I could dream of ever since I first saw you and now..your all mine~"

#genshin fic #genshin impact x reader #tw yandere #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fatui #fanfic #gn reader #genshin impact #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #genshin scara #scara x reader #scaramouche #scara #scaramouche fanfic #gn!reader

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satubby · 2 years

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Daddy's girl

"Kill them, they deserve to pay for taking her from you" Red, blood and corpses.

You died and I was not a good father, I promised to protect you and I failed.

I don't know how long I was there, lost in my memories, while my body moved by itself. I only felt rage and loneliness.

***

"Look what I brought you."

"A stuffed animal! Thank you ota-chan, I love you"

"All for you, my cute mochi"

"Hehe!"

"I love you, daddy."

"I love you too, my princess."

***

How was I supposed to know that if I let you go, you'd disappear. You didn't even stay home anymore, you were always going with the freshmen on missions or shopping.

I wanted your happiness, but that cost me your life, you have left me my little mochi.

I shouldn't have been so permissive, if I was given a second chance, no matter if I hurt you, I would protect you.

I can't forgive myself for letting you die, I wish I could take back those last moments.

***

"Ota-san, look toward the camera."

"Oh!!, my princess wants a picture of me … I feel so flattered!."

"HAHAHA!!! I'll be your photograph on this day, hey, megumi, join the photo, don't be bitter!"

"I don't want to, plus it's childish and the flash bothers me. I don't know what they take pictures for, they just fill up space."

"You're mean! ota-san, megumi offended me!"

"Forget about him, let's take lots of pictures and then print them out"

"Yay!"

***

I still have those pictures, I remember your frustrated face, you always tried to take pictures of megumi and all of them came out blurry, except one where they kissed each other on the cheek.

I must admit, I felt angry and jealous, but I was happy because you enjoyed a childhood that I could not.

Not only that, but I tried to give you everything you wanted, but you didn't want anything of mine anymore, you preferred your friends and the girls to spend time with.

I'm sorry, even though I knew that girls your age would grow up and move away from their fathers, I kept forcing you to stay.

The moment you started growing up, I felt my heart beating faster, because of you. I tried to accept that you are already an adult, and yet, I wanted you to stay little, I didn't know how to cope with it.

***

"Mochi!!! I want attention too!"

"satoru, I'm too old for that nickname. Besides, we see each other every day."

"But my baby girl, you're always with megumi or yuji, so why don't you want to be with your ota-chan?"

"O-oto-san. i'm just having fun. I appreciate that you want to be with me, but you always want to treat me like a child, which I'm not. For God's sake, I'm 16, I'm already a teenager."

"Exactly! You're still underage and you're too weak compared to me."

"Well, we are all weak before the great Gojo satoru. HAHAHAHA!"

"Then if you're not going to stay for good …. I'll make it so you can't walk! Tickle, tickle"

"N-no, anything but that, hahaha …. S-stop it, it's okay… I-I'll stay, just s-stop with this."

"Yay! Let's go buy candy!"

"Seriously oto-san, too much candy hurts!"

"I told you to call me ota-chan, I don't like her to be formal with me."

"Ok, ok, ok, ok, let's go, mister-boy-adult"

"Why do you keep calling me mister-boy-adult? I'm already 28."

"Because you act like one."

***

What else I do to heal this emptiness? I came out of that prison, but I entered a nightmare, seeing your inert and bruised body.

They didn't want to tell me, they were afraid of me. They were afraid of how I would react to your death, they were right. I have gone mad, even though I was already mad before that.

***

"This isn't real, she's not dead."

It's been a few days since then, and my sanity has become questionable.

I keep thinking that you are alive and that this is just a dream, a horrible one that I want to wake up from. I would like to see your smile and hug you, but I still can't accept that you are gone.

Likewise, I heard about those events from some students, I wanted to kill them all. Why did they have to kill you, why did they take you from me?

I had accepted that you wouldn't return, but I still hoped you'd be there, even if it meant a world without you.

***

"Gojo-sensei, are you all right? He has been in (Y/N)'s room for days"

"No, yuji. They took away what I wanted the most. I'm supposed to be OK? I don't know what's real anymore, I just want to wake up from this nightmare."

Yuji, my student possessed by sukuna. I killed him too, I blame you all, you were my world and you're gone.

"Why are you still here, why am I still watching you die?". Those dreams of your corpse haunt me.

But it's okay now, you can rest, after it's all over. The end of a sad story, because no one's really gone, because it's just my delusions.

Delusions of a lonely father who carries the guilt of his baby, which he never accepted had grown up. Didn't you get too big, in such a short time?

I have to take care of my daughter, I just hope she will be able to forgive me in the end.

My name is gojo Satoru, right now I am just an ordinary man, but a father knows nothing but suffering.

This is not what I wanted to be, this is not what I imagined for my daughter, but I can't help it.

I'm sorry, my princess.

I know you will hate me. Furthermore, I am afraid of what you will say or do if you see me again.

But, my dear child, please understand that I have done everything I could. And the end of this is just a small part of my past and present, which must be left behind, because it is better this way.

I know that you love me and I know how much it hurts, because I would be with you in every moment, as I was always, I wanted to protect you, but I failed.

I know you will be mad at me, but it is the best solution.

Please forgive me, you are my whole world. I don't deserve you.

Sorry, sorry, sorry my baby!!

This is the end of this story, I promise!

***

"It's time to go, my princess. Time for school."

"Alright, dad, I'll be ready in a few minutes.

"Good, we're almost late for class."

***

I just couldn't let go of those memories, of your adorable little face, with the chubby cheeks and beautiful eyes.

I know I wasn't the most reliable father, but you didn't need a perfect father to raise a wonderful girl, you only needed me.

***

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I'm sorry my mochi.

I know you don't want to hear these words, but I have no choice.

You were the most important thing in my life, I will never forget you. If I find you in another life, I promise not to let you go, even if you cry, I won't care anymore, my mind is broken as well as my sanity.

I just can't believe that I lost you.

I don't know what to do with myself.

But I'll always love you, my little mochi.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, my little one.

I waited for you to come back, but you didn't.

I was waiting for you, but you weren't there, because you died.

I know you would be disgusted by me, but I don't care anymore.

I was so careless, I should have protected you better.

I didn't want to lose you, but I was too stupid.

***

"Stop blaming yourself ota-chan, I never wanted to tell you, but I can't rest seeing you like this. I love you daddy, I love you as much as you love me, forgive yourself, because I already did."

Is this for real? I heard your voice, oh my dear mochi, you have given me back my hope, but I am no longer that childish man you knew. I am a mess inside, I don't know who I am anymore.

I'm not the same, I am not the same as before, I don't know what I am.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I know that I am not worthy of someone like you, I know that you would rather be with someone more suitable to your heart, but I can't help myself, I just can't.

I loved you, I still love you.

Not only that, but I still care about you and want to protect you, even if you don't want it.

Goodbye, my little baby, your ota-chan will always wait for you.

Your memories will always live in my heart, until the day I die.

***

For those who did not understand, this is a Yandere Gojo x daughter! Reader scenario. Here, we see how he loses his sanity little by little, until the death of the reader himself.

If you like it, I will make a second part.

#Delusions of a yandere #gojo goes crazy #reader death #possessive behavior #insanity and internal delusions #yandere satoru gojo #father-daughter relationship #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #x reader child #gojo is a warning on its own #angst #fanfic #yandere x you #my tumblr #yandere platonic #anime x you #my writing

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The Red Means I Love You | Chapter 2

She treats him differently, she doesn't make fun of him or call him names. She was nice, she was pretty, she wasn't very smart but that's okay, he'll help her study. She was becoming someone who he couldn't let go of, he refused to let her go. She was his source of light... she was his everything and he'll protect her forever.

🎤 PAIRING: yandere!ni-ki x Kurasawa Rin (fiction character)

🎤 GENRE: yandere au

🎤 WARNING: mention of cigarette - bullying (violence)

🎤 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another short chapter, it's a bit boring but I promise it gets better. I'm not kidding, I have some great ideas but those ones are in later on in the story so please be patient with me.

🎤 CHAPTERS: Prologue, 1

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"Well, well, well, are you two lovebirds on a date?" came a sneering voice from behind them. Rin couldn't help but roll her eyes as she recognised the familiar figure approaching. She turned away, exasperated, while Ni-ki, standing beside her, locked eyes with the boy he had encountered earlier that day.

"Go find something better to do, Kokoro. We don't need your company," Rin retorted, folding her arms across her chest in defiance.

Kokoro smirked, unfazed by Rin's dismissive attitude. "Relax, I was just passing by. But you really should learn to show some respect to your seniors. It's basic manners," he chided, a smug grin playing on his lips. Rin fought the urge to wipe it off with a well-placed retort.

"Apologies, senpai," Rin replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm truly sorry if I hurt your delicate feelings. Now, could you do us the favour of leaving? Thanks ever so much."

Kokora's grin faltered slightly at Rin's biting words. "Fine, fine, since you asked so nicely," he muttered, before sauntering off, leaving Rin and Ni-ki to resume their lesson in peace.

“Don't mind him, he's a bit weird," Rin remarked, earning a chuckle from Ni-ki.

"I could tell," he replied with a grin, and the two delved back into their lesson. Ni-ki began by explaining the fundamental skills of photography.

"First, you need a good grasp of exposure. The three elements that control how light enters the camera—aperture, shutter speed, and ISO—affect the brightness and clarity of your photos," Ni-ki explained, diving deeper into the intricacies of composition and other technical aspects. Rin found herself mesmerized by Ni-ki's passion, though she struggled to comprehend the jargon he was spouting. She couldn't tear her gaze away from him, even if it meant missing out on some of the finer details.

"Would you like to give it a try?" Ni-ki offered, handing Rin the camera. "Um, sure," she replied tentatively, accepting the camera despite her lack of expertise.

For the next ten minutes, Rin fumbled with the camera, snapping random pictures without much direction. Ni-ki winced inwardly at the sight of the blurry, poorly composed photos, but he held onto hope for improvement. As their lesson progressed, Ni-ki found himself pondering the dynamic between Rin and the boy named Kokoro. He was curious, but he hesitated to pry into their personal affairs.

"I think I did a pretty good job, don't you think?" Rin asked confidently, displaying her photos to Ni-ki.

"Well, some of them are a bit blurry, but you gave it your best shot," Ni-ki murmured under his breath, relieved when Rin didn't catch his critique.

"What?" Rin questioned.

"I mean, they're pretty good, but there's always room for improvement. Maybe next lesson, it’ll be better." Ni-ki replied casually, earning a smirk from Rin.

"Next lesson? Just admit you enjoy my company," Rin teased, playfully nudging him.

"W-what? N-no, I mean—" Ni-ki stuttered, flustered by Rin's remark.

"Whatever, I'm heading home now. Care to walk me home like a gentleman?" Rin interjected before Ni-ki could respond, sauntering off with a playful smile.

Ni-ki watched her go, captivated by the picturesque scene unfolding before him. He couldn't resist snapping another photo of Rin, thankfully she didn’t catch him this time. He’ll definitely add this to the ‘Kurasawa’ collection.

“Thanks for walking me home," Rin said with a warm smile.

"I didn’t have much of a choice," Ni-ki replied quietly, his own smile mirroring hers.

"Sorry, what?" Rin asked, but Ni-ki just waved her off and headed on his way. She chuckled to herself, watching him go.

Back at home, Rin's mother called out from the kitchen, "Rin, can you help your sister with her shower?" Rin answered with a quick "Sure," and climbed the stairs to Ren's room. She found her sister gazing out at the balcony, lost in thought.

"Ren, time for your shower," Rin said, giving a light tap on the doorframe to catch Ren's attention.

Three years ago, Ren had been in a car accident during a school trip, suffering spinal cord damage that left her unable to walk. The doctors had recommended consistent physiotherapy, but as time went on, her condition deteriorated, and the family stopped the treatments. It was up to them now to care for her.

"Okay," Ren replied softly, turning her wheelchair toward Rin, who took hold of the handles and guided her to the bathroom.

"I have a story to tell you," Rin said with enthusiasm as she squeezed shampoo into her hand and began to lather Ren's hair.

"Oh? What's the story?" Ren asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I met this new kid at school. He's into photography, and he's really good at it. He's agreed to give me some tips, so I was thinking you'd make a perfect model for me to practice on. What do you think?"

Ren grinned and played with the bubbles forming in the bathtub. "That sounds like fun," she said, her eyes lighting up at the idea. Rin couldn't help but smile back. It wasn't always easy, but moments like these, with her sister's laughter and lightness, made it all worthwhile.

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Rin was finishing her morning routine, slinging her bag over her shoulder while helping her younger sister gather her things.

"I’m heading out now!" she called, her voice echoing through the hallway.

"Have a good day!" her mother replied from the kitchen.

As Rin opened the front door, she nearly collided with Ni-ki, who stood waiting outside. She jumped back in surprise.

"Whoa, you scared me! What are you doing here?" Rin asked, clutching her chest to calm her racing heart.

"I'm here to walk you to school," Ni-ki replied with a smirk, adding with a hint of sarcasm, "Like a true gentleman." Rin rolled her eyes and playfully pushed him aside. "Yeah, yeah. Let's see if you can keep up!" Without warning, she darted down the sidewalk, calling over her shoulder, "First one to school wins!"

"What-- not fair! You had a head start!" Ni-ki shouted, rushing after her, a grin spreading across his face as he chased her down the street.

As Rin and Ni-ki arrived at school, they split off in different directions. Rin went ahead to meet up with her friends, while Ni-ki set off in search of a quiet spot to take some photos. He found a secluded place behind one of the older classrooms, where a small wooden gym sat neglected and falling apart. The area was desolate, no one came here anymore. From his vantage point, he could see a distant village that seemed almost abandoned, with no signs of life.

Ni-ki settled on the ground, the view below offering a brief respite from the noise and chaos of high school. He thought about leaving it all behind, finding a place in the mountains where he could escape the turmoil. It was a fleeting moment of calm, but it didn't last long. Footsteps approached from behind, growing louder and multiplying. Ni-ki felt a familiar sense of dread, trouble seemed to follow him everywhere.

As he was about to stand up and leave, a rough hand grabbed his shirt, forcing him back down. The smell of cigarettes filled the air, and a figure sat down beside him.

"Why were you walking to school with Rin?" The voice was unmistakable. It was Kokoro. Ni-ki stared straight ahead, refusing to engage.

Kokoro chuckled, patting Ni-ki on the shoulder before getting up to stand in front of him. He bent down to meet Ni-ki's eyes, his expression darkening with each passing second. "Are you deaf?" he asked, but Ni-ki remained silent. Kokoro's grin faded as he spat in Ni-ki's face. Ni-ki closed his eyes, feeling the bile rise in his throat.

A rough hand yanked Ni-ki's hair, forcing his head back and his eyes open.

“Not so tough, anymore are you?” Then came the blow to his stomach.

"Argh!" he groaned, collapsing onto the ground. The group of boys descended upon him, their kicks landing with brutal force. They didn't stop for over five minutes, each strike sapping Ni-ki's strength, leaving him battered and broken.

“Let me give you some advice Riki, stay away from Rin,” Kokoro said before walking away with his group.

Ni-ki felt his eyes couldn’t kept open anymore, he was slowly losing his light. Blood trickled from his nose and mouth, and he could no longer breathe normally. He then let his eyes close and fell into a deep sleep.

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“Ni-ki?" A small voice reached him from the side. Ni-ki’s eyes slowly opened, and his vision blurred, but he recognized the voice—it was Rin, no doubt about it. No one else would be this concerned. He blinked, trying to focus, and as his surroundings became clearer, he noticed the sterile white walls and the faint smell of antiseptic. He was in the school's sick bay, lying on a cot with a thin blanket draped over him.

"Hey, easy now," Rin said as Ni-ki attempted to sit up, his muscles stiff and his head spinning. She gently pressed her hand on his shoulder to steady him.

"Where am I?" he asked, his voice low and raspy, avoiding eye contact with Rin.

"One of the custodians found you on the ground, unconscious, with blood all over the place," Rin explained, her voice laced with concern. "What happened? Are you okay?" Ni-ki remained silent, his gaze falling on the broken pieces of his camera lying on the bedside table. Rin followed his eyes and sighed.

"The custodian found it near you... I'm sorry. Maybe we can try to fix it?" she offered, though her tone revealed she knew it was unlikely.

Ni-ki shook his head slowly, picking up the remains of the camera, a precious gift from his father before he passed away. The damage was beyond repair. He remembered the earlier confrontation with Kokora, the jeering words, and the harsh push that sent him crashing to the ground. The memory made his stomach turn.

Rin watched Ni-ki with deep concern. She knew how much that camera meant to him. The room was quiet except for the distant murmur of students passing in the hallway outside. Ni-ki checked the clock on the wall—it was nearly time to leave for the day.

"Let's walk home together," he suggested, surprising even himself with the invitation. Despite everything, he didn't want to push Rin away. She was his only friend here, the only one who cared about what happened to him. He couldn't let some bully ruin that. The risk was worth it, even if it meant facing Kokora's wrath again.

Rin's face lit up with relief and a hint of a smile. "I'd like that," she said softly.

As Ni-ki and Rin walked side by side along the road, Rin holding onto her bike, a question began to form in his mind. If he was going to risk being seen with Rin, he needed to understand why Kokoro seemed to have a problem with their friendship.

"Can I ask you something?" Ni-ki's voice was low, almost hesitant.

"Sure, what's on your mind?" Rin replied, glancing at him.

"What's the deal between you and Kokoro?" The question caught Rin off guard. She knew it would come up eventually, but she didn't expect it so soon.

"Um, well... he’s... he's my ex-boyfriend," she admitted, a hint of reluctance in her voice. Ni-ki stopped in his tracks, causing Rin to pause and turn toward him.

"Wait, you dated him? Seriously?" His voice held a note of disbelief. He didn’t mean to sound harsh, but he couldn’t help it—of all people, why Kokoro?

"It was just for a month," Rin explained, resuming their walk. "He seemed nice at first, but things changed quickly. It wasn't a big deal." She tried to downplay it, but Ni-ki wasn’t so sure. It was starting to make sense why people had given him strange looks when he walked to school with Rin.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ni-ki asked, sounding a bit frustrated. Rin stopped and turned back to him, her tone growing defensive.

"I didn’t think it would matter." she shot back.

"It matters because now he's messing with me," Ni-ki replied, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.

"Did Kokoro do this to you?" Rin's question hung in the air as Ni-ki remained silent. She knew only Kokoro's group were capable of doing such a thing, and she was irritated by the whole situation.

Ni-ki was feeling worn out. The confrontation earlier in the day had taken a lot out of him, and he didn't have the energy to argue further. He quietly started walking. When they arrived, they stood silently by the front door. Rin noticed the broken camera in Ni-ki's hand and felt a pang of guilt.

"Let's go to the shop and get it fixed later," she offered, but Ni-ki shook his head. He took a step back, avoiding eye contact, and without saying goodbye, he turned to leave. Rin felt a surge of guilt, she knew Kokoro must have said something to Ni-ki, and she wasn't about to let him get away with it.

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It was Saturday, and Rin had planned to meet Ni-ki for a photography lesson. But those plans had to be cancelled. Ni-ki had often mentioned how much his camera meant to him, and since it was broken, Rin could sense the disappointment he felt. She texted him multiple times about fixing it, but his response was always the same, "No."

Rin decided that she wasn’t just going to sit back and do nothing. She was determined to make the day better for Ni-ki. She texted him, asking if they could hang out at his house. It felt a bit awkward, to ask to visit a new friend’s house, but surprisingly, Ni-ki agreed.

Just an hour later, Ni-ki arrived at Rin’s house, and she immediately noticed he wasn't carrying his camera, which only added to her guilt. They walked to his house, neither saying much along the way. The silence was almost oppressive, but they shared brief smiles as they passed a playground where kids were playing. It was a small town, and everyone seemed to know each other.

Before long, they reached Ni-ki's house. It was a traditional Japanese home with a steeply sloped roof, weathered wooden walls, and a neatly kept garden. Stepping inside, Rin removed her shoes and immediately noticed a wall filled with photographs. The wall was like a timeline, showing images of Ni-ki as a child, along with photos of random objects and places. It was an eclectic collection, capturing the history and essence of Ni-ki's life.

As Rin wandered deeper into the house, she found a framed family photo on a small table. In it were Ni-ki, his mother, and his father. The photo seemed slightly worn, and she wondered where Ni-ki's mother was. Rin had a soft spot for Ni-ki, she knew the challenges of growing up without a father, as hers had left when she was young, leaving her and her mother to fend for themselves.

Another question crept into Rin's mind: where was Ni-ki’s mother now? The house was eerily quiet, with no sounds of anyone else around. It was a traditional wooden house, and any movement should have been audible, but there was nothing—just silence

"Want something to eat?" Ni-ki asked as he watched Rin wandering around his living room. Rin turned to him with a smile, her mind brewing with a plan. It was a bold move, but she was determined to surprise him by fixing his broken camera.

"Yeah, actually, I'm starving. Got any food?" Rin replied, clutching her stomach for dramatic effect.

"Not really, but I can run to the 7/11 and grab something. Sound good?" Ni-ki suggested. Rin nodded enthusiastically, it was the perfect opportunity to execute her plan.

As Ni-ki grabbed his keys and headed out the door, he instructed Rin to make herself at home in the living room. But the moment the door closed behind him, Rin quickly and quietly made her way to his bedroom. She knew it wasn't polite, but she was on a mission to get his camera fixed as a surprise.

Inside Ni-ki's room, the first thing she noticed was the wall adorned with photos of various flowers. There were also several boxes filled with his collections. It didn't take long to locate the broken camera—it was right on his nightstand. She carefully placed it in her bag and replaced it with another broken camera she'd brought along to avoid suspicion.

Feeling proud of her sneaky success, Rin was about to leave when a box on the floor caught her attention. It was slightly hidden, probably meant to be tucked under the bed. Curiosity got the best of her; despite knowing Ni-ki might get upset, she couldn't resist taking a peek.

The label on the box read "Kurasawa."

Now nothing was gonna stop her curiosity, she bent down and the box. She was stunned to see the photos, her eyes widened and she couldn’t help but jump a little. She quickly closed the box and backed away from it, she couldn’t believe her eyes, she didn’t know what to say. Was Ni-ki like this all along? She wasn’t gonna wait around and find it out, she knew she had to do something about this before it was too late.

To Be Continue

#enhypen yandere #enhypen x reader #yandere ni ki #ni ki imagines #ni ki x reader #nishimura riki x reader

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