#'youre so lucky youre attractive' is an understatement

[itsyaboi-nix]

Stella really just got proven that shes not only a cold bitch but shes also an idiot

[fragilefable]

nobody's son, nobody's daughter.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Rating: Mature (18+ minors DNI) Summary: When you and Joel get separated the night of the outbreak, you spend the next decade searching for him. Just when you've given up— a miracle occurs. Warnings: heavy angst, canon typical violence, character death (sarah), discussions of grief, very brief mention of suicidal ideation, alcohol used to cope, depression, suggestive language, lovers reunited, hurt/comfort, happy ending.

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A/N: This piece has been months in the making, hours of rereading and rewriting. This is my love child. I'm possibly (definitely) planning a part 2 with smut... ;) I am a full-time college student who unfortunately has other responsibilities, so please be patient with me. My first lengthy piece in a while, so please be kind & enjoy my doves!

Sleep was the most convenient temporary escape available in the post-cordyceps world. Oftentimes, if you were lucky enough, with sleep came dreams—glimpses of a divine, utopian life. One without spores or fungi of any kind. There was, however, always the chance that with it came nightmares—Polaroids of the past, the uprising of the infection. Mothers clutching bloodied children, decaying men ripping open flesh with their savage teeth, and, worst of all— losing Joel Miller. 

Joel was... everything—neighbor, friend, lover. Joel hated that word— laughed every time it managed to escape your lips in a hushed whisper, but that was what you were to each other. It transcended explanation. You'd moved to Austin after college in hopes of starting over, a clean slate. Instead, you'd stumbled upon a single father and his then 11-year-old daughter. You fit into their life like the missing puzzle piece— you completed them. Sarah needed a motherly presence in her life. There was only so much Joel could do for the blossoming young woman. 

And Joel— Joel never knew what he was missing until you came along. Someone to be able to rely on, to love unconditionally, a fixed constant. To say he fell head over heels was an understatement, but it became so much more than physical attraction. It became something far more profound and terrifying— love. The kind of love only poets write about. It was fierce, at times agonizing. That's what made losing him all the more heartbreaking. 

You were with Sarah the night of the outbreak— Joel's birthday. Lounging around in plaid pajamas, waiting for Joel to get home from work. Despite being exhausted, Sarah was beaming with pride over her birthday present for her dad— his broken wristwatch now repaired and refurbished. You smiled mischievously, "And just where did you get the money to fix this, young lady?" Sarah grinned slyly, "Just lyin' around, it's not like he noticed it was missin'!" Hours passed, you and Sarah slumped against the couch: Fast asleep, soft snores escaping mouths, drool dribbling down chins. 

The sight made Joel's heart quaver in his chest. Kicking off his muddied work boots, he carefully plopped down in between the two sleeping figures, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. "Hmm. You're home," you stirred awake, drowsy eyes met with a welcome sight: Weathered tan skin and dark chocolate curls. "Hey, Darlin'. You outta head up to bed. I'll be up soon." You nodded faintly, planting a chaste kiss on Sarah's forehead: "Goodnight, sweet girl." 

You fell fast asleep as soon as your body hit Joel's mattress, his scent engulfing you like a blanket of safety— a shield of sorts. The vague smell of sawdust and pine soap conquered your senses, a heavenly combination. An hour later, you felt the bed dip down, strong arms circling your waist.

Frantic hands shook you awake, calling your name weakly: "I can't find Dad. N' somethin' weird is goin' on outside." You sat up, Sarah's urgency pulling you from your hazy half-asleep state. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll call him. Go back to bed." Sarah ignored your suggestion and sat beside you as you reached for the landline. The call went to voicemail without hesitation: "Huh... That's weird." 

Sarah grew more anxious by the second, "I'm gonna go check the driveway for his truck." Sarah shot up from the bed, feet pattering down the stairs. "Sarah! Wait, I'll come with-" Throwing on your Converse, you hastily ran out after her. Your tired eyes scanned the pavement but found no signs of Sarah or Joel's truck. The Adler's door was wide open; you huffed: "Sarah?" 

The Adler's house was pitch black and eerily quiet, the family's dog nowhere to be seen: "Sarah? This is trespassing!" Tiptoeing through the living room, you halted at the sight of a ruby trail— blood. Grotesque, wet noises filled the previously silent house: "Sarah?" The teen bolted out of the kitchen, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the front door: "Run!" Mrs. Adler scrambled after Sarah, mouth dribbling crimson liquid, no longer bound to her wheelchair. 

"What the fuck–" Sarah's grip on your hand tightened as you passed through the door and stumbled onto the pavement. A pair of familiar brown eyes scanned Sarah's figure and then yours: "Sarah? Darlin'? Are ya'll ok-" Joel's words were cut off when Mrs. Adler dashed through the front door, her figure lunging for you. 

Joel struck the side of her head with a wrench as you made a feeble attempt to crawl away. His strikes were lethal, and yet the elder kept thrashing against the ground. "Joel, stop!" Only then did you notice Tommy, Joel's younger brother, behind you, coaxing Sarah into the truck. 

Joel exhausted Mrs. Adler with one final swing, dropping the bloodied wrench beside him and wiping his shaky hands on his jeans. His gaze softened when he saw your timid frame— shaking and unmoving. "Darlin'... Baby, are you okay?" His hands found your shoulders, rubbing soothing circles on a patch of exposed skin. You hesitated; Joel had just killed Mrs. Adler in cold blood— but she tried to kill you and Sarah first. 

Joel hurriedly hoisted you to your feet, "We gotta go, okay baby? It's not safe here." You clambered into the backseat beside Sarah, the girl's arms thrown around you tightly. Kissing the crown of her head, you reassured her: "It's okay, sweetheart, everything's okay." 

Neighbors began to exit their homes, baffled and disturbed by the sight of Mrs. Adler's bloody, lifeless body lying in the yard. Someone called out for Joel. He immediately instructed her to go back inside and lock the doors. Tommy beckoned Joel into the car, exiting the culdesac and taking off towards the highway. After a fleeting moment, you mustered up the courage to ask, "Joel, what's going on?" Tommy replied, "They're sayin' it's a virus- some kinda parasite." Sarah spoke up, tears forming, "Are we sick?" Joel shot the idea down immediately. 

Tommy and Joel continued bickering, your eyes glued to the road ahead: "Joel! Look- It's Jimmy's place." The two-story farmhouse was completely engulfed in flames, unrecognizable. Your hands clung to Sarah, burrowing her head into your neck: "It's okay, sweet girl." Police sirens rang out through the darkness, interrupted by soft pleas for help. A family was stranded on the side of the road, begging for aid. Tommy began to slow the car. "What're you doin'?" Joel firmly questioned. Tommy shot back, "Got a kid, Joel." 

"So do we. Keep drivin'," Joel spat. Tommy sped back up, eyes searching Joel's for an explanation: "Somebody else will come along." As Tommy approached the interstate, the sounds of disgruntled drivers grew louder: "Fuck! Everybody had the same fuckin' idea. I can't get through this." Joel gripped the dashboard, "All right, all right. Let's think it through," he paused for a moment, "All right, take the field! We cut across, and we pick up on the west side." Tommy steered right, the truck jerking on the uneven terrain. As he drove over the hill, helicopters and tanks came into view, "Shit. Fuckin' army." 

Sarah peered out from behind the seat, "Isn't that good?" Your voice was filled with hesitation, "That's the highway we need to get to." Joel and Tommy argued, eventually continuing toward a town just east of the highway. Sarah stilled, "Maybe it's everywhere. Maybe there's nowhere to go." A booming roar erupted, Tommy twisting his body to get a better look at the night sky: "What the fuck?!" Commercial airplanes flew overhead, merely hundreds of feet above the ground. You instinctively covered Sarah's ears with your hands, eyes wrenching shut at the deafening rumble of their engines. Tommy swerved to avoid a police blockade ahead, turning into a nearby alleyway. 

The streets were flooded with screaming civilians, running in every direction— no one sure who exactly they were running from. A hoard of people fled from inside a movie theater, causing Tommy to shift the truck's gear into reverse. "Dad?" Sarah called out, "Dad!" Joel turned; an airplane was rapidly descending— heading straight towards town, "Shit. Move!" As the plane made contact with the ground, a mushroom cloud of fire and smoke bloomed, causing Tommy to lose control of the truck. 

A strong hand shook your leg, "Darlin'? Stay right there, don't move." Your side ached, cool liquid flowing from your head. Beside you, Sarah quickly came to, her eyes shifting to the figure hunched outside of the flipped car, clawing at the corpse of an older man. "Sarah, baby, don't look. C'mere, put your arms around me." As Joel carefully unearthed Sarah from the mangled truck, you climbed out of the shattered window: Hissing as you shifted against your arm. Sarah tried to put weight on her leg, provoking muffled whimpers and cries at the attempt. Tommy, equipped with his shotgun, called out, "We gotta get off the street!" 

As you approached Joel and Sarah, a flaming police car crashed into the capsized truck, separating the three of you from Tommy. Tommy roared from the other side of the wreck: "Meet at the river! I'll find a way." Joel turned to Sarah, "Can you run?" She shook her head wearily. He scooped her into his arms, "Keep your eyes on me." Joel shifted towards you, "No matter what, you keep runnin'. Alright, darlin'? Promise me." You hesitated, desperate eyes meeting his, "I promise." 

The three of you stumbled through the alley until you came across a cluster of bodies scattered across the pavement, crouched figures grunting over the lifeless figures. The end of the passage was clear. The only problem was getting past the rotted creatures without being noticed. There was no way Joel could outrun them in his condition. One of the creatures shot up at the sound of a remote blast, eyes landing on Joel. His voice was firm, "Go." You grabbed his arm, "Joel!" He repeated his command, louder— frantic: "You can't carry Sarah w'that arm. Go find Tommy. We'll meet you there."  

You pressed a hurried kiss to Sarah's head, the deranged man scrambling to his feet before you could embrace Joel. You took off towards the other end of the alley, Joel and Sarah barricading themselves inside the vacant diner across from the pile of carcasses. Your body throbbed with every step, head burning with the fire of a thousand suns. Your feet carried you across town, weaving in and out of injured civilians and infected until you reached the river. The stream was pitch black, sounds of gunfire and cries rang out in the distance. 

Suddenly, a bright light blinded you: "Put your hands where I can see 'em!" You obeyed, raising them as high as your injured arm would allow. Your voice raw with distress, "M'not sick! Just trying to find my family!" The man stepped closer, seemingly inspecting your physical state. He was clad in military gear, "You hurt?" You shook your head eagerly: "Just a sprained arm." He nodded his head, "Alright. We've got buses that can take you to a decontamination zone." 

Your head scanned the vast field, eyes scouring for any sign of Joel or Tommy: "I- I can't. I'm supposed to meet someone here. At the river." The soldier looked dissatisfied and slowly lifted his gun, "The river goes on for miles. S'not safe out here." Your eyebrows threaded together in confusion, "What- are you- are you gonna shoot me?" The soldier's grasp on his automatic rifle tightened, "I'm sayin' you have two choices. You can either come with me or you can-" 

A guttural scream sounded from behind him. But before he could turn around, a pair of arms seized his neck and began ripping into his military garb. The soldier flailed wildly at his attacker. While he was busy fighting off the deranged beast, you took off into the darkness, wandering aimlessly and calling out for your family. That night was the last time you saw Joel Miller.

16 Years Later

The bitter winter air overwhelmed your senses until you were gasping for air, limbs numb and cold to the touch. You wouldn't make it much longer without shelter, without warmth. You'd spent the better part of the last 16 years searching for him— for Joel. Ever since that night, you'd scoured every independent civilization, every QZ, within mobs of infected. Each night, you silently prayed never to find him like that— skin pallid and overcome with fungus, head split wide open, cordyceps blooming from within. 

You'd trekked across the country with the sole intent of finding him alive and healthy. The journey was brutal— raiders and infected desperate for blood. But by far, the hardest battle was pushing away the nagging thought that, even if Joel and Sarah were somehow alive, you'd never find them. Now, after nearly two decades of searching, you were reaching the end of your journey. You'd officially trekked across the entire nation. If your estimations were correct, you were nearing Wyoming— hence the formidable cold front. 

You'd heard rumors about a small civilization located somewhere on the skirts of Jackson County— your last stop. You knew the chances were slim; that feeling only fortified with each city, each civilian who hadn't heard of or seen anyone by the name of "Joel Miller." But you kept searching— because the day that you stopped would be the day you lost everything, lost yourself. It was as though he held onto you with a leash. If you tugged hard enough, could you finally break free? What else did you have to live for? Maybe one day you'd have some sort of epiphany, something to make sense of all the death and suffering. For now, Joel kept your hope alive— the hope that there was happiness and safety beyond all of the pain. The very thought of him kept you alive. 

You stood in front of thick and rusted iron gates, your posture crooked due to exhaustion— Just one more stop. The sounds of cocking guns drew your attention to the top of the gates. A young man and woman stand there, rifles pointed at you: "Drop your weapon! Let us see your hands!" You obey. This is standard practice amongst civilizations— you'd done it a thousand times by now. Unsheathing and kicking away your pistol, you then throw your backpack towards the gate. Hands raised next to your head. Your voice wavers as you half-shout, "I'm not infected! Just looking for someone!" 

The woman searched your face for a bit, presumably looking for any signs of deceit. She nodded towards her companion, the corroded metal walls unfolding. Two men approached you and picked up your discarded belongings. The younger of the two roughly patted you down and checked for bite marks. When they were satisfied, they led you past the gates into the town square. The village was pleasant, a handful of people milling about in the slushy streets. 

A familiar voice erupts from behind you: "Please excuse the initial hostility. We need to be careful about who we let in... I'm Maria." She extends her hand. You accept it gingerly and introduce yourself. "Welcome to Jackson. You must be freezing. Come on, we'll talk inside." — Maria leads you inside a small building, the exterior reminding you of the Lincoln Logs you used to play with as a child. The inside is... quaint. A lone desk sits near the lit fireplace. Maria leans against the desk and motions for you to take a seat: "So... You're lookin' for someone. And you have reason to believe they're here?" 

You sigh, allowing your aching body to relax against the couch's plush cushions: "No... I am looking for someone, but... Well, this is my last stop." Maria nods sympathetically, tucking a lone braid behind her ear— "I get it. You've been looking for a long time. It's about time to stop. To rest." You can't help the tears that form on your waterline. Your gaze shifts to your lap. Maria continues, "Who are you lookin' for?" 

You swallow the fist-sized lump in your throat, "Joel. Joel Miller." Your attention snaps towards her as a wistful sigh escapes her lips. A tight frown dawns on Maria's face, "I'm sorry. There's no Joel Miller here." You nod; you knew it was a long shot, but hearing it aloud was something different entirely. You rise from the couch, "Thank you. I apologize for takin' up your time." Maria speaks up before you can reach the door: "Now what? You got a place to stay?" 

You honestly hadn't thought that far, about life beyond looking. For years, finding Joel was your only purpose— your rationale for remaining on this infested hellscape. You had no home, no roots. Maria's voice interrupts your thoughts, "There's room here. We've got food and water— shelter. Hell, we're even working on electricity." You turn to face her. Her words dripping with verity, "Jackson could be your home." 

Despite having just met her, Maria's words touched something buried deep within you— hope. Hopeful of a new life, of new beginnings. You forged a small smile, "Okay." Maria smiled, but it was much different from yours: It was toothy, genuine— "Alright. I'll give you the grand tour then." For the next hour or so, Maria marched you around town. She showed you the vast dining hall laden with maple furniture. The stables filled with mare and their young. 

Then she showed you the schoolhouse. It was a small brick building. The walls were filled with colorful crayon drawings. Tiny handprints were pressed onto the wall in various colors of acrylic paint. The dulcet sounds of innocent laughter erupted from every corner of the room. Children from the ages of 5-12 were scattered around: Some doing arts and crafts, some reading, and others playing with worn toys. A tear slipped down your cheek. You brushed it away quickly before Maria could notice. 

You couldn't help but think of Sarah. About the first time she knocked on your door— she was selling chocolate bars for some fundraiser at school. Her bronze complexion dappled with freckles, and her wide smile revealed a missing tooth. She was eleven at the time, eyes bright and full of wonder. Blind to the atrocities that loomed at every turn. Sometimes, you'd think about what she looked like now— did her curls still rest atop her shoulders? Did she still laugh until she was panting for air? She's thirty now... Has she fallen in love? That was considering she is still... 

You didn't entertain the thought. Sarah was fine, alive somewhere with her father to look after her. Maria's touch pulls you from your thoughts, "How about I show you where you'll be living? Get you settled in." As Maria exited the schoolhouse, you stole one last glance at the room. A little girl met your gaze. Her dark curls were pulled into two ponytails. Her burnt mahogany eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled, raising her tiny hand and waving it at you. You returned the sentiment, this time allowing the tear to fall down and onto the ground.  

Maria escorted you just outside of town, to a street lined with country-style two-story houses in relatively good condition. "This one here, the green one. It's already furnished. I'll have one of my guys come by later with some essentials from the pantry. Otherwise, you should be all set 'til tomorrow." Your eyes bore into the house. It was nice, but also... "It's big," you retort, "Don't know what I could possibly need all those rooms for." Maria lays the silver key in your hand, "You never know." 

You internally cringe at the connotation. Start over with some man? Have a big family and a white picket fence? You couldn't. It wouldn't be the same. You let out a shaky breath, "Thank you, Maria." She nods, "Come see me tomorrow, and we'll talk about where to go from here. Everyone in Jackson has a job, a role to play. Rest up... You deserve it." She departs, leaving just you and your great, big, empty house. 

3 Years Later

Jackson developed rapidly under Maria's supervision. The population rose from 50 to roughly 300 in just under three years. Jackson now had electricity, thanks to the Jackson County Hydroelectric Dam that Maria's team was able to get up and running. You'd become the head of patrol— in charge of organizing the schedules and determining the routes. You and Maria had become very close, practically family. She's the person who understood you, what you've been through. 

In an attempt to busy yourself and earn your keep, you'd thrown yourself into working alongside her. Not just with patrols but also with community relations and development. You'd completely reconstructed the greenhouse, built a jailhouse— that, luckily, wasn't used much— and helped fortify Jackson's defenses. Maria assigned you the title "community leader," but you much preferred what everyone else called you: "Maria's right hand." 

Your house was still too big, but now it felt homier— lived in. The walls were plastered with botanical paintings you'd found while out on patrol, vases of fresh cut flowers from the community garden placed upon every surface. Cable knit blankets were draped over the shabby leather furniture, the brick fireplace emanating warmth and bringing solace during the cold winter months. You'd even taken up baking in your spare time, frequently bringing baked goods to the schoolhouse. 

Nevertheless, when the sun set and the sounds of bustling downtown Jackson faded, your thoughts always returned to Joel. His bronze skin, tousled brown curls, and perfectly plump lips. Suddenly, it felt as though the house was mocking you, and the right side of the bed always grew colder. Perhaps it's why you worked yourself so hard; taking a day off was seldom. You couldn't escape the persistent feeling that Joel and Sarah weren't alive. That you'd failed to find them time and time again because somewhere, they were six feet under, buried in an unmarked grave. All it takes is one moment— one lapse between heartbeats— and suddenly, everything has changed.

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The spring air was crisp with morning dew. A gentle breeze slipped through the cracked bay window. Three heavy thuds woke you— the sharp knocks cutting through serene silence. Your voice was raspy with sleep, "Coming!" You quickly pulled on the worn terrycloth robe that hung from the bedpost and stumbled downstairs. You swung the door open to reveal Stanley, a young man who worked in construction: "I'm so sorry to wake you, but Maria sent me to get you. She said it's urgent."  

You sighed deeply, rubbing the remaining exhaustion from your face: "Urgent like, 'don't get dressed' urgent?" Stanley's eyes roamed across the dark fabric of your robe before snapping back to your face. His cheeks bright pink, "Oh, um... no! Just meet her in her office ASAP." Sending him off with a nod, you traipsed upstairs and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before making your way downtown. It was early morning, the streets empty save the early risers milling about, getting ready for work. As you passed a group of older women sipping hot beverages, you overheard whispers of "an outsider." As Maria's righthand, you were expected to greet all incoming arrivals. How on earth that could constitute a crisis, you did not know. 

As you approached Maria's office, the woman in question exited swiftly, shutting the door behind her. You grew closer, taking note of her fidgeting hands. She was... nervous? "Good morning, Mar. What's the emergency?" Maria's face was sullen. You'd never seen her like this, not in the three years you'd known her. Your hands clenched at your sides, "Maria? What is it?"

She took a deep breath, "This may be a false alarm, but... This guy's last name is Miller. Says he's originally from Texas." Her words stole the air from your lungs, a pit forming in the bottom of your stomach. She said something else, but all you could hear was buzzing. Your vision blurred, the dark-skinned woman's features coming in and out of focus. Could it be him—had Joel finally found you? 

Maria called your name, pulling you from your trance. As your vision focused, you pushed past her. Your grip on the doorknob was bone-crushing, your knuckles turning white from the tension. You inhaled— don't get your hopes up. It might not be him. You exhaled, pushing the door open with a startling amount of force. You analyzed the man's figure, you recognized him— only it wasn't Joel. It wasn't the Miller whose calloused hands once traveled the expanse of your body, making note of each hidden crevice as though it may hold treasure. Whose lips once seared white hot kisses in the places he knew were the most sensitive— "Tommy?"

He looked dumbstruck, his lips parted in shock. Before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around his neck. It took him a moment to reciprocate your embrace, but once he did, his arms anchored you in place. He spoke your name quietly against the crown of your head: "I can't... I can't believe it." You pulled away, "I hardly can either." His hands rested atop your shoulders as his eyes searched your face in disbelief. His resemblance to his older brother felt like a gut punch. You were afraid to ask— fearful of the truth: "Joel? Is he..."

Tommy's hand squeezed your shoulder in reassurance, "He's alive. Last I checked, holed up somewhere in the Boston QZ." A warm tear slipped down your face, the salty liquid resting just below your chin. You'd checked Boston QZ, but recent "terrorist" attacks had made it impossible to stay longer than an hour without drawing the attention of every FEDRA soldier in that godforsaken city. Your hands trembled as you clutched your chest, "And Sarah? How's my sweet girl?" 

Tommy's face went cold— No. No. She can't— "She's gone." The taste of bile rose in your throat, "Wh-when?" Tommy removed his hands from your shoulders, "That night. Shot by some military fucker. She..." He hesitated, "Joel held her. It happened s'fast." Your kneels buckled, threatening to send you towards the ground. You fucked up— you let yourself get accustomed to the idea of her being alive. Repeated it over and over again until you believed it to be true. This was all your fault. 

Your shoulders shook silently, as if you were crying— but no tears emerged, "I have to… I have to find Joel." Turning toward the door, Tommy caught you by your wrist: "I can't let you do that, hon. It's a damn death sentence." You tugged at your arm, desperate to break free from the restraint: "Let go of me, Tommy. I'm doin' this." Maria stepped forward, her hand resting at the base of your neck— "No, you're not. Jackson needs you here. I need you here."

Your breathing became labored. Deep down, you knew they were right— you were in no shape to travel across the country again. You'd barely survived it the first time. Chest heaving, your free hand found purchase on your throat, tightly grasping and constricting the airway. Tommy wearily let go of your wrist, his eyes wide and filled with fear. You ran for the door; you could hear Tommy call out for you as you fled homeward. Sarah was gone. Joel was alone.

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Days passed, and despite everything, the sun rose in the morning and the moon at night. You weren't quite sure how long it had been. You'd stopped counting daybreak after the first five came and went. Maria checked in after the first couple of days, worried that you hadn't been seen around town— or leaving your house, for that matter. Your grief was debilitating, all-consuming. You couldn't eat, could barely sleep, only finding relief at the bottom of a liquor bottle. You were tired… The kind of tired that sleep didn't fix.

Tommy came once. Sat and talked while you stared straight ahead at the empty wall. He could sense your anger, your resentment. How could he not? You silently judged him for leaving Joel, leaving his brother after his only daughter died in his arms. Tommy told you that Joel had changed. He wasn't the Joel you fell in love with; he'd done terrible things— But so had you. You'd killed innocent people, people who were just trying to protect themselves. And you did it in the name of finding Joel and Sarah, of surviving for them. You'd convinced yourself it was kill or be killed, and you had to live with that. Come judgment day, you'd pay greatly for your sins. You accepted that, too.

You only dared to look at Tommy's face once. You saw Joel in his eyes— you saw Sarah. Maybe if you hadn't left Joel in that alleyway, she'd still be alive. You could've protected her, taken the bullet for her. You would have, without hesitation. You'd cross the fiery pits of hell for her, reside in Caina, and be tortured for eternity. You may not have given birth to her, but Sarah was your daughter.

If you closed your eyes hard enough, you could faintly picture her smile. The dimples that formed just below her bottom lip. You could smell the faint aroma of her strawberry shampoo. Hear the broken remnants of her grandiose laughter. You swore to keep those memories someplace safe. Take them out and remember when you needed to, as if they were photographs.

A part of you wanted to be happy that she didn't suffer. She was too innocent for this new, heartless world. She was everything good in life. She was sunshine, sugary syrup, and pure, unadulterated love. But you could not accept this bright side. Not when it meant a life without her in it. Innocence is beautiful, but life is for living.

Tommy stood up, slipping a piece of paper on the nightstand. You cautiously turned it over to reveal a creased photo: You, Joel, and Sarah posing after winning one of her soccer games. You stole one last glance at Tommy. This time, he did not see blinding hatred in your gaze. Instead, he saw gratitude. As your glassy eyes bore into him, he nodded knowingly and left.

Maria came a couple of hours later with leftovers from the dining hall. Setting them on the counter next to the empty whiskey bottles displayed like pathetic trophies. You were in the same position as when Tommy left. You held the photo in your hands, thumbs stroking its frayed edges. Maria quietly dragged a chair closer to the bed, sitting just within arm's reach: "I went to a really dark place after I lost Kevin."

Tearing your gaze from the picture, one of her hands finds yours: "He made life worth living… It took me a long time to start to feel human again. To feel something other than pain and sorrow. The grief never goes away. But slowly, it starts to feel less like loss, and more like love." She inhaled shakily, "I know what you're feeling right now. I know why you're drowning your sorrows in that shit, trying to drink yourself to death." A tear slips down your face, her hand squeezing yours gently: "But you have to understand… What you're feeling right now, that's love. You're not a bad person for how you try to kill your sadness. But it's not gonna work."

You're unable to contain the choked sob that escapes your throat. The tears come harshly, scorching saline against your skin. Maria shifts her weight from the chair onto the bed, holding your shaking frame: "It's okay… Let it out." Her hands cradle your head, smoothing over your disheveled hair. "It's all my fault," you gasp between sobs, "I never should've left them. It's all my fault." Maria shushes you, "No, honey. You don't really believe that. You want someone to blame, but you're not that person."

Eventually, the tears cease. Your breathing evened out as Maria held you, "I miss Joel, so fucking much." You could feel Maria nod tenderly, "I know Honey." A lone tear slipped down your cheek, "Do you think— do you think he'll find me?" Maria pulled away, her chestnut eyes meeting yours, "Truthfully, I don't know." With a deep sigh, she squeezed your hand— "But I know he wouldn't want you to live like this. Isolating yourself from everyone else. You're allowed to grieve, but please don't shut me out. You're my person." You clutch her hands, squeezing firmly: "Even at my worst?" Her arms curled around your torso once again, "Even at your worst."

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The warmer seasons passed with haste. A wintertide blanket of white gradually covered Jackson. Day by day, Maria and Tommy were able to pull you out of your depressive stupor. You had to admit, they made quite the team. Maria was ultimately right, Joel wouldn't want you to spend the rest of your life a bedridden drunkard. But still, life without him was arduous. There wasn't a day that passed that you didn't think of Joel Miller. About where he was, what he was doing, who he was with, and whether he missed you as terribly as you did him. 

As much as you wished to focus on these melancholic thoughts, new developments began to bloom in Jackson. Tommy and Maria's blossoming love was hard to ignore and impossible to disapprove of. Watching two people whom you adored fall in love, it felt as though nothing had changed: No cordyceps, no raiders, just Jackson and all of its inhabitants. Perhaps you could find peace in that. When Maria told you that they were expecting, you were over the moon. Maria and Tommy deserved it, Jackson deserved it. Proof that the world is not over— that no matter the circumstances, mankind will prevail. 

You threw together a small wedding ceremony with the help of the florist and local bakery, the couple wanting to tie the knot before the baby's arrival. Joking about how "shotgun weddings" withstood the test of time. Something arose in you, a pang of jealousy— Envious that you and Joel never got the perfect white wedding. It disgusted you, so you buried it deep within the recesses of your heart. 

The winter was hard, the Wyoming chill threatening every crop that dared to sprout from the Earth. This resulted in you spending extra time in the greenhouse. You found gardening to be a rather soothing task, being able to nurture new life in a world marked by death and decay. It also provided plenty of time to think: Something that you did not relish. No matter how many times you pushed the thought of Joel away, it always returned. Whether it was at dawn or late at night plaguing your dreams. 

When you weren't at Tommy and Maria's house or at the Tipsy Bison, you were in the greenhouse. The small shack sat right on the outskirts of town, situated with the perfect view of downtown Jackson. The glass panes shut out the cold, trapping any warmth inside. You bathed in the basking glow of the sun, gravitating towards it as a Sunflower would. You weren't sure when thoughts of Sarah became joyous, memories no longer met with choked cries but instead with soft chuckles. Nonetheless, you welcomed the growth. It's how she would want you to remember her. 

You watched the clock that hung just above the door, a mere estimation of the time: 12:15 p.m. You carefully removed your dirt-caked gloves, setting them on the wooden bench beside you. Your stomach growled impatiently as you began the journey downtown. The air was frigid despite the sun's rays, the cold slowly numbing your fingers. As you ambled towards town, Stanley came jogging towards you: "Hey! Just got word from the gates that Maria's back. Brought some stragglers, two, I think." 

You nodded in his direction, "Alright. Thanks, Stan." The soft crunch of snow beneath your feet accompanied you as you approached downtown Jackson, an air of excitement and uncertainty radiating off of the townsfolk. It wasn't every day that Jackson came across people who weren't just blood-thirsty raiders looking for valuables. As you rounded a corner, you overheard a commotion, the sound of yelling. Strangely, it didn't sound angry or fearful. It sounded... happy. 

Midtown came into view; the construction that was being worked on was now abandoned. Immediately, your gaze fixed on two figures in the middle of the street embracing. That was... not typical. You could make one man out to be Tommy; his black curls contrasted starkly against his warm taupe skin. The other was taller and broader, his hair disheveled and graying. Behind them you could make out Maria on horseback, next to her was a young girl, who couldn't be older than thirteen. 

Maria's expression was borderline unreadable, a mixture of trepidation and relief. Until her eyes met yours, then her face softened. A look of tenderness emerged. Everything about this situation puzzled you— Until the two figures broke apart. The man stood inches from Tommy, his hands gripping Tommy's shoulders firmly. His face was sunken with exhaustion and hunger; a vast smile overtook his face. A smile you would recognize anywhere. 

He looked just as he had twenty years ago, only now his hair was significantly longer and his beard gray. His face was now littered with wrinkles, just as yours was. A telltale sign that time had, in fact, passed, that the world fell apart right in front of your eyes. Your fingers dug into your thigh. You surely would've drawn blood if not for the layer of denim protecting your skin. You knew you were grieving, but hallucinations seemed extreme. You took a hesitant step forward, still on the opposite end of the street. 

Maria beckoned for you. Your name seemingly catching Tommy's attention as he turned towards you. As the men stood side-by-side, it was impossible to deny. Their likeness evoked something in you— realization. You weren't dreaming, you weren't hallucinating. He was there, just a yard away: Joel Miller. His gaze found yours, eyes searching your face in disbelief. Your name left his mouth like a question, but it sounded like a prayer. 

He stepped forward as if he was testing the waters. You repeated his action, "Joel?" A smile broke across his face once again, causing you to break into a sprint. He jogged forward, careful not to slip on the icy gravel. Tears began streaming down your face, their warmth countering the icy chill. Before you could slow down, your body collided with his. His arms were tense, his hold fastening around you. You'd only dreamt of this moment for two decades. 

You weren't sure how long you stood like that. Head nestled firmly against his chest, tears staining his leather coat. His gloved fingers gently grasped your chin, pulling your face from its sanctuary: "Baby... Fuck, I can't believe it." His eyes searched your face for any sign of unease. He could find nothing but pure joy: "You found me. I searched for you, Joel Miller, for 16 years. And you found me." 

Joel let out a breathy chuckle, cut off as you captured his lips in a velvety kiss. At first, it was chaste.— A silent admission of consolation, twenty years in the making. You ran your tongue across his bottom lip, prompting him to groan as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. After a moment, a loud cough erupted from behind you. You reluctantly pull away, your forehead resting against his. Your hands cupped his cheeks, eyes glassy with relief and adoration: "After all this time?" Joel leans forward to place a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth, "Would wait forever f'you, Darlin'." 

© 2023 fragilefable do not plagiarize, translate, or repost my writing to any other site.

divider by @saradika

[mickyschumacher]

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄  .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and lando have a pretty healthy relationship; communication is a breeze between the two of you. and while that seems good, it doesn't help lando is horny 24/7. even the beach isn't safe from him.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), established relationship, some fluff, blowjob, slight handjob, breastplay, poor humour LMAO aka old creepy mens' dicks, no time concept lol, basically lando time!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: bf!lando norris x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: now playing: ice cream cake – red velvet! OKAY YES IK I HAVE REQUESTS BUT I HAD WRITER'S BLOCK TILL THIS OKAY? is it not obvious by the word count? 😭 alexa, play 'easy on me' by adele :( also new banners after i messed around one day! ♡︎ // proof-read-ish!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⋆  •°.  ｡  .°•  ⋆

You had met Lando two years ago purely on accident. You were at a coffee shop in Brighton, he was visiting a friend there. You ordered a hot chocolate and he had ordered a long black. Somehow the both of you had swapped cups and were wincing at how sweet or bitter the drink was.

Lando had turned his cup around to see who the cup belonged to. Upon seeing your name, unlike a normal person who would ask the barista for another cup or a refund, he had shouted your name across the room.

Lucky for you, you were the only other customer there since it was a slow day. Nevertheless, you looked up in shock. Who yelled out your name? Why? How did they know your name?

You actually purposely avoided eye-contact with his table just in case he was some weird guy. But Lando got your attention after telling you from across that room that you had some sweet taste in drinks.

You raised a brow. Was this some sort of new catcall you didn't know about? But then you had caught the barista's handwriting on 'your' cup. Lando, Long Black.

You scrunched your nose at the cup and looked at him. "You're quite bitter."

It was at that point when Lando had got a clear shot of your face and found his heart racing faster than normal. You were pretty, no gorgeous, no beautiful, no... surreal. Your face was contorted into a grimaced expression at his order which he found amusing. You looked like, what he still claims to this day, part of the shop's couch. The couch was brown and you were wearing a brown sweater.

Honestly, Lando couldn't find the whole situation anymore endearing. So with whatever confidence he had leftover, he walked up to your table and smoothly asked, "Can I get you a sweeter one with my number?"

Now this was when you first had probably got a look of Lando. He had a certain... boyish charm, if you will. The wide grin, sparkling blue eyes, face dotted with the odd freckle or beauty mark. To say he was attractive was an understatement. He looked like one of the main characters in the rom-coms you would binge when you needed a pick me-up.

You said yes. Obviously.

And here you were, two years later. At the beach with Lando, Charles, Carlos, Daniel, and their partners. You were all caught up with F1, always available for Lando. Your perspective of him had changed quite a lot since you had met him. In a good way, of course.

You initially saw him how a lot most of his fans and the media see him. A comedian by day and a moodmaker by night. Always smiling and cheery. Positive and optimistic. But the reality was that Lando struggled with the mental and physical aspects of F1. He didn't always have the confidence and he was stressed and depressed.

But as Lando always said in his interviews, he had found you.

'The best thing that had ever happened to him,' according to Lando himself.

Anyone could see that the two of you loved each other with your entire beings. Neither of you left any stone unturned in your relationship. Most people were jealous of your relationship. The drivers, the media, and especially the fans.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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One thing about Lando that you had learned quite soon after your first time together was that Lando was insatiable. He was sex-driven, horny, full of lust, aroused... all the words in the dictionary for a man like this... 24/7.

One day, you asked him why. Lando only responded with pulling you closer to him, leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw and down to your neck, and saying "You."

You wouldn't say anything did it for him. No in fact, it was specific things that he couldn't take his mind off once he thought about it.

Take right now for example.

Carlos had decided to treat everyone to ice creams, ice lollies, and juice on your trip to the beach in Playa de Bolonia. Innocently and naively, you had chosen the pink ice lolly out the chilly bin. Lando had also not thought anything of it.

Rather Lando had being eyeing you with every spare glance as you were wearing his favourite bikini, the one he had bought you for Christmas as a prank gift in the nice British winter thinking it had been the funniest thing ever. Obviously, he thought you were going to were it but another thing you had learned was that Lando's humour quite often was unmatched and spontaneous.

The bikini itself was simple. An orange, of course, two-piece. The top was held up by two moderately thin straps and hugged your breasts quite nicely. The bikini bottom was as normal as it could get, clinging to your hips. On top of it, you wore a white thin-laced cotton coverup, loosely tied together.

You would say it was an average beach look. Lando would disagree. It was as if God himself had carved you and decided to put you on Earth as reparations for the bad in the world.

But back to the point.

As mentioned, Lando hadn't really thought of the ice lolly. He was too busy trying to get Daniel back with a water gun. Like you said, boyish. It wasn't until he had finally got him back and decided to go sit down with you and grab himself some ice cream.

But when Lando sat down and looked at you, his mind had suddenly turned into shambles. There you were. Under the shade, peaks of sun shining on your skin, holding that pink ice lolly to your mouth.

Lando wasn't quite sure what was worse. The faint pink colour similar to his cock or the way your tongue travelled down the length of it to collect the melting sugary liquid. Or how your lips pressed up on the tip of the ice and pressed down to take an inch more of it into your mouth as if it was his own cock.

To make matters even worse for him, you had failed to capture some of the melting droplets. Lando keenly watched as they fell to your bare part of your chest and even had landed right where he knew your nipple was. His eyes widened ever so slightly and his breath paced when you frowned at the event and used your finger to wipe the sweet liquid off your skin and into your mouth. Some of it had gone too far down, probably pooling near your breasts like he imagined.

What sent him overboard? When you had spotted the stain on your bikini top over your nipple and attempted to rub it away, only making the stain worse and a small bump for your pebbled nipple.

Lando gulped nervously, pants incredibly tight. He closed his eyes and held his hands over his newly-formed hard on, wishing that his mind wasn't full of everything he had just seen. Your lips... your breasts... the way your eyes looked down at the popsicle... if only that was his cock....

"Lando? Dude, do you need to go to the bathroom?" Pierre's voice cut through the air.

Lando snapped his eyes opened and your eyes looked over to your boyfriend.

"W-What?" The British male queried with slight panic. He was not getting caught with a hard-on in front of his friends... there was no way in Earth...

Pierre raised a brow, gesturing to his pants. "You're ice cream is all melted. You need to take your eyes off Y/N at least sometimes, Lando, otherwise you'll never finish... your ice cream, that is," He teased.

You looked down at Lando's pants where his hands laid, covered in the white vanilla ice cream-turned liquid. You and everyone let out an amused laugh at Pierre's joke, shaking your head.

You stood up from the sandy grass you were sat on, dusting yourself off. You extended your hand to Lando, "Come on. I bought extra stuff in the car. Honestly, I thought you were going to lose your trunks by Daniel pantsing you in the water but I guess not."

A howl of laughter came from Charles and Carlos while Daniel cursed himself for not doing it.

Lando blinked, pulling the finger at his fellow drivers. He sighed, grabbing your hand and awkwardly standing up from the area, managing to cover up his bulge swiftly.

The two of you headed to the car as Lando briefly threw out the sticky wrapper and stick into a bin nearby. You opened the boot of the car, grabbing his trunks. "Jesus, could it get any hotter today?" You asked, closing the back door.

"It really couldn't," Lando mused, walking hand-in-hand with you, making you release a groan.

"Lando... now my hand's all sticky, you idiot," You complained, trying to pull apart from his hand.

Lando rolled his eyes, arriving to the empty males changing room. He was about to enter when he saw you stand outside and not follow him. "What are you doing? Come in."

You narrowed your eyes. "It's a male changing room. I'm not going in. What if there's some old man trying to change? I do not need to be scarred for life. My DMs is enough, thanks."

"First of all, there's no one here," Lando stated before shouting a loud 'Hello' into the room, making you redden with embarassment. "See? Secondly, I'm sorry, let me get this straight, your DMs are full of old men's dicks?" Lando looked at you incredulously.

You grinned, shrugging. "It's called being a woman, Lando. You wouldn't get it."

Lando rolled his eyes once again, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you into the changing room.

The room was the opposite of most changing rooms. It was tiled well, clean and fresh as opposed to musty, damp and with paint-chipped walls. There were also no leaky taps or showers or even any graffiti. It was slightly comforting to know that at least people respected some of their public rooms, even in Madrid.

"Wait, also, what if I get old? You don't want to see my shrivelled dick? It should turn you on!" Lando asked with a dramatic gasp.

You looked at your boyfriend through the mirror with a dumfounded expression. Turning, you threw his trunks at his face. "Go change," You laughed, shaking your head.

Lando grinned underneath the trunks as you turned the tap on to wash your sugar-coated hands.

Lando had removed his trunks, left naked with his hard, reddened cock slapping against his stomach, and was about to put on the new ones when a thought passed his mind.

You paused your hand-washing and froze when you felt Lando's arms wrap around your stomach, pulling you close to his bare body. "Lando," You yelped, feeling a shiver cross your body, "What are you doing?"

Lando peered down at you through his thick eyelashes. He tucked his chin into your shoulder, placing a brief kiss. "What?" He asked innocently, "I'm just washing my hands. I can't get the new ones dirty either."

You watched through the mirror as he pressed his body into you, washing his hands under the tap, ridding the tackiness on his hands.

You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling his cock push into your backside. It was bare, you realised, as the heat spread into you. Your eyes flickered to Lando through the mirror, squinting at him. He wasn't...

Lando caught your eyes staring hard at him. "Don't look at me like that," He whispered into your ear, a loose grin hanging on his face. His wet fingers travelled to the poorly tied lace coverup you wore, undoing the knot with ease. The coverup fell against your shoulders, revealing your bikini and body in all it's glory.

"You have to clean up as well," Lando shrugged, eyes fixated on you through the mirror. "You made a mess," He murmured, wetting his fingers with the water once more before placing it against your chest.

You pressed your lips tightly, feeling his fingers drive down your skin and underneath your bikini top. Lando's fingers brushed your hardened nipples, making you shudder under his touch. His fingers trailed across your breasts, wiping away any of that sticky residue that you had missed. Bringing his fingers to his mouth and taking a wide lick of them, Lando grinned at you. "You know... I can't stop picturing you sucking my dick like that ice lolly. Never thought I would be jealous of an ice lolly."

You couldn't help but smile in amusement. You pulled away from his hold and turned to face your boyfriend. "Yeah?" You hummed, hands trailing down his chest. Lando had been working out a lot more these days for F1; compared to before his abs had become more prominent and toned. You loved Lando no matter what he looked like, but there was something about the way his skin flushed when you touched his torso.

Lando's breath hitched as your hand had ever so naturally found it's way to his cock. His cock, if you could say it, was pretty. It was average in length and with a nice, filling girth, stretching all of your holes wide.

Your fingers brushed across the tip of his head, just grazing his slit. You could feel Lando jolt in your hands as he muttered, “Fuck.”

You opened your mouth, letting a drop of saliva full into his cock. Hand wrapped around it, you gently rubbed natural lube up and down his shaft. Lando’s jaw clenched at the warm liquid nestling around his cock, letting a sharp exhale through gritted teeth.

Slowly you sunk down to your knees. The tiled floor was cold against your burning skin but it didn’t matter: you were too focused on what was right in front of you; cockdrunk. Your tongue darted out to swipe your lips before pressing a light kiss to his cock. Lando could feel himself twitch, aching to be in your mouth.

He watched as your lips opened like they did on that ice lolly. Going down in his cock, your lips stretched and your mouth hollowed.

Lando groaned at the warmth surrounding his cock. He bit down on his lip, watching his cock disappear into your mouth. Your eyes were on him as you sucked him, teeth barely grazing his skin.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this, Y/N," Lando sighed out, "On your knees for me. I can't imagine the mess you made between those legs of yours, hmm?"

You moaned in response, sending a vibration around his cock. You briefly pulled away from him, making Lando grunt in slight annoyance at the loss. "These lips, my pussy.... all yours," You winked at him before returning to his cock.

Lando tensed at your words, letting a grin overtake him. "Yeah? Let's see about that throat, baby?" His hands reached your half dry and half damp, salty hair. Wrapping those long tresses around his hand and wrist, he tightened his grip. He could feel you open up your throat as he guided his cock down the tighter tunnel.

Lando's rasping groan made you clench your thighs, holding a barrier to the wetness leaking at of you. You could feel him begin to move his hips, beginning to push his cock into your throat.

Fighting the urge to gag around his cock, you tried hard to relax your cheeks and mouth, allowing every inch of him to be seated in your throat.

He flickered his eyes to you. Watching you take him in his mouth was a pleasure of its own. Your big eyes were glassy with tears of arousal and a haze of lust, sweat and saliva lingered at every edge of your skin, and your lips were puffy and red. Trailing his eyes further down, he spotted your bare neck in dire need of kisses, but that wasn't the most striking thing about it. It was the slight bulge of his cock in your throat making it's presence known.

Jesus...

Lando instinctively closed his eyes upon feeling your hands touch his balls. You rubbed them gently, feeling your head bob at an increased rate to match the sudden pace of Lando's cock in your throat.

"Fuck, fuck... I..." Lando moaned. "I'm gonna cum!" Lando hissed out, feeling a familiar bubbling feeling overcome. His thrusts become harder and faster, your nose flushed with his skin.

His moans became irregular and higher, chasing his release. "Fuck...." A guttural groan fell from his lips. Hot, salty white strips of his cum coated the inside of your mouth, swirling around after each drop was sucked from your lips. Almost painfully, Lando removed himself from your mouth. His chest rose up and down as he breathed out heavily.

An admiring smile came from Lando while he pulled you up to meet his face. He pushed your sweaty hair back. "That mouth of yours is evil," He narrowed his eyes playfully.

"You should shut me up then," You quipped back, sticking out your tongue that still had his cum on it.

Lando's eyes sparkled with amusement before he brought his lips to yours, darting his tongue into your mouth. The urgency in the action was understated. God, he could taste himself in you. His hands encapsulated your waist, flushing your barely clothed body to close his naked one. Your own hands travelled everywhere across his chest as the two of you kissed each other.

The muffled moans from you made Lando want to hear them out loud. Slowly he moved from your lips to your jaw. "Let me hear you, baby," He breathed out, placing smaller kisses as he reached your neck.

You let out a small whimper, neck tilting so Lando could get more access. Lando grinned at the sight of your bare neck, leaving small little nibbles across your skin. His lips eventually became settled in an area between your ear and collarbone, beginning to suck at your warmth.

"Lando," You moaned, "No, the others will realise."

Your refutes were ill-attempted even for yourself. You were dazed at the suction of his lips. His nose buried into your neck while he created a fresh layer of purple against your sun-kissed skin.

Lando released himself from your neck, eyeing down his creation with a smirk. "There. If they couldn't tell from your hair, they'll definitely know now."

You narrowed your eyes, turning to the mirror only for your eyes to widen in shock. "Jesus fucking Christ, Lando," You peered at the big purple brown splotch on your skin. "As if the 20 minutes we've spent here wasn't enough," You whined.

Lando laughed softly, standing behind you with his arms around your waist and chin resting on your head. "Well... if you make it through the shame, I can't wait to properly fuck you when we get home. You must know how much I love the way you look when I’m inside you."

Your head fell against his chest with a pout. "Why not now?"

Lando grinned before pressing a kiss to your head "Like you said... it's been 20 minutes."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[mypimpademia]

— The Teacher (pt. 2)

Single dad! Gojo x Fem! Preschool teacher! Reader

Synopsis: Little Megumi wonders if you’re his new mom, and Gojo finds himself wondering the same thing.

TW: None

Note: click/tap here for part 1! or Click/tap here for part 3! I forgot to mention it in the first part, but ig it was kinda implied, Gojo is 29 in this not a teen like he was in canon. Gojo is also very briefly implied to get around

⇶ Satoru stuck to his promise of taking you out

⇶ He left Megumi with Utahime for the night, and made sure that everything was perfect for you

⇶ Truthfully, he went a little overboard out of his own anxiety

⇶ Booked reservations for one of the nicest restaurants in town, deep cleaned his house (just in case), got his already clean car detailed, bought a new suit despite having many hardly-worn ones in his closet, stalked your socials for hints at what you might like, and more that he’d be far too embarrassed to ever admit to

⇶ Satoru picked you up from your house at 6 pm, knocking on your door with a giant bouquet of flowers in hand

“You look incredible.”

Those were the only words Satoru could come up with when he saw you.

He always thinks you look incredible, but seeing you all dressed up outside of your usual work attire was a nice change of pace, and you looked effortlessly beautiful.

“Thank you, Toru,” you beamed. “You look pretty,” you told him, scanning over his tall figure, clad in a deep blue suit.

‘Toru’, ‘pretty’. He nearly passed out on your porch.

Satoru smiled, clearing his throat in an effort to gather his bearings as he fought back the deep blush that was crawling up his face.

“For you, mon chéri,” he said, in a corny fake French accent, presenting the large bouquet of flowers to you.

They were neatly wrapped in a brown paper, and tied off with a white bow. From just the look of it, you could tell they were expensive.

“These are my favorite,” you gasped, taking them from him. “How’d you know?”

He stalked your instagram and found a post from a year ago where you said you loved them.

“Lucky guess,” Satoru smiled. “Y’ready to go?”

⇶ He led you to his shiny black sports car, opening up the door for you to get in

⇶ It even smelled expensive, and the fresh scent of car shampoo was still lingering. You could tell he had it cleaned just for this, but didn’t say anything

⇶ When you got to the restaurant, out of place was an understatement for how you felt

⇶ You were just happy you decided to dress nicer than you had originally planned

⇶ Looking around, the restaurant was beautifully decorated, and the people dining were dressed just as beautiful

⇶ The more time you spent with Satoru, the more that you realized you knew next to nothing about him

⇶ Where does he get all this money from? What does he do for a living? Who is he, really? And what’s up with the sunglasses?

⇶ You will admit, the mystery only made him all the more attractive, but you had a newfound determination to peel back his layers

⇶ But your first date might not be the best time for that, so you were willing to let things unfold naturally for now

⇶ Satoru insisted that you ordered whatever you want off the menu because he was paying, and ignored your protests

⇶ You hopped around different topics of conversation throughout dinner, and you did eventually make it to the subject of work

⇶ Satoru asked you what exactly made you want to teach preschool, or teach at all, and watched your eyes light up

⇶ Teaching was undoubtably a job you need to have a passion for, and you had more than enough passion for it

⇶ You told him that you’ve always had an interest in teaching, and loved kids and thought they were precious, sacred even, and that their early years are the best part to watch and be a part of

⇶ Satoru’s heart was getting ready to leap out of his chest just watching you talk about something you love so much

‘She’d make a great mom for Megs…’

⇶ The thought surprised even him, Satoru wasn’t sure if it was genuine or intrusive, but it had him glancing at your features and around him to make sure he hadn’t accidentally said it aloud

⇶ He told you that all the kids were lucky to have you, and that seeing you take care of Megumi and all those kids with ease made him feel like his worries from adopting were pointless

⇶ He glazed over the adoption part so easily, you almost missed it

⇶ Sure, you were more than well aware that Satoru was a single father, and when you saw that his last name was different from Megumi’s, you just assumed it was his mothers last name

“It is his mothers last name, but he’s not at all my biological kid. I adopted him from… a friend.”

⇶ You had removed a layer from Satoru, only to find how thin it was in comparison to the amount he had left

⇶ The revelation answered some of the questions you had, and left you with even more at the same time

⇶ Just based on the hesitation he showed, you knew better than to press any further, and changed the subject

⇶ The rest of dinner went smoothly, and you and Satoru once again went back and forth about the bill before he was calling the waiter back to take his card

⇶ On the drive back, Satoru asked if you wanted to see Megumi since Utahime’s house was in the same direction as yours

⇶ You said yes, because of course you wanted to see Megumi, and because it was getting harder and harder for you to say no to Satoru

⇶ When you arrived at Utahime’s, Megumi lept at you before he even said hello to Satoru

⇶ Satoru feigned being hurt by the action, but Megumi still payed him no mind, directing all his attention to you

⇶ Satoru thanked Utahime for watching Megumi, and you overheard her saying something about not dumping his kid on her again

⇶ Megumi had you sit in the backseat with him, and told you about all the stuff he did at Utahime’s

⇶ All the sudden, he asked why you and Satoru were all dressed up

“Did you guys go on a date?”

You and Satoru shared a questioning look through the rear view mirror, one that asked ‘Should we tell him?’.

“Sure did little man!” Satoru told him, but Megumi didn’t seem too surprised by his answer.

“Oh, Dad goes on a lot of those,” Megumi said, before going back to playing with the plastic dinosaur in his lap.

Satoru was rethinking all his life choices in that moment. He gulped back the saliva that had pooled in his mouth, already going over how exactly he could explain that to you later on.

To his surprise, he heard you laugh at Megumi’s comment.

“But I’m your favorite, right?” You asked the boy, playfully nudging him. He turned to you with big wide eyes and smiled.

“Yup!”

⇶ Dropping you off at your house, Satoru thanked you for letting him take you out, and haphazardly tried to apologize for Megumi’s little comment and explain himself

⇶ You told him it was fine, and thanked him for the night, hugging him and planting a kiss on his cheek

⇶ Satoru froze up at the action, but managed to say bye to you as he collected himself and you disappeared into your house

⇶ When he and Megumi got back home, Satoru made a point to explain to Megumi why he couldn’t just throw out information like that to people, especially you

⇶ While putting on the boys pajamas in the dimly lit dinosaur themed room, Megumi yawned out a question

“Hey, dad,”

He spoke through a yawn while rubbing his eye with his fist. Satoru hummed back in acknowledgment, straining out the bottom of the little boy’s pajama shirt

“Is Ms. L/n gonna be my mom?” Megumi asked, looking at Satoru with low, sleepy eyes.

Satoru thought back to the statement that popped into his head during dinner. You would make a great mom for him.

“Um,” Satoru started, tucking Megumi underneath his comforter. “I dunno yet.”

He was honest. He didn’t know if what he was feeling for you was real or if he was just in over his head.

“I hope she is,” Megumi muttered, huffing out as his breathing turned into soft snores.

“Me too, Megs.”

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Oblivious To Love

masterlist 1k celebration

pairing: five hargreeves x female reader

warnings: fluff, kinda flirting, kissing

summary: five is your boss at the commission, always flirting and hinting that he likes you. you're oblivious to this but then finally admits his feelings - requested by anon

a/n: not to toot my own horn but i think my writing was pretty good in this. thanks so much for requesting for five because i have to write more of him !!

song: i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

Five Hargreeves was certainly a character.

He was a decently closed off person. He was always thinking... calculating. Always working to be ten steps ahead of everyone and everything.

He didn't enjoy working at the Commission. He'd rather be enjoying life with his family, and enjoying a decent cup of coffee. For a while when he was there, he was always aggravated at someone or something.

That was until you came.

Or well, until he met you. You've been working there for a few months already.

You're the most stunning person he's ever laid his eyes on. To make things better, he was over the moon when you became his assistant.

You are absolutely lovely. Not to mention, incredible at your job.

You're sweet, smart, and extremely sensible.

Five loved your company. He was always in a good mood when you're around. He often dreamt about you, not to be taken out of context.

He dreamt of a life with you, seeing as how you two are so compatible.

To put the cherry on the sundae, you made the best coffee he's ever had. That says a lot coming from him.

"Good morning, Five," your captivating voice fills his office.

"Morning, gorgeous," he smiles.

He watches as your cheeks turn a light shade of pink. "You have got to stop calling me things like that."

"Nonsense, everything I call you is fitting."

He leans back in his seat and watches your movements as you move towards him. He takes in your outfit and curses the unprofessional thoughts that invade his head.

Today you were dressed in a knee length black skirt, a white button up blouse, and a black blazer.

The blouse had a few buttons undone which gave a glorious view of your cleavage when you lowered yourself to pick a fallen paper off the floor.

However, he considered himself a gentleman, so he looked away.

"Anyway, I was just about to go and make your coffee. Would it be troublesome if I joined you today?"

He stands up from the chair and strolls over to you. He brushes a strand of hair that sways in front of your face. "You're always welcome to join me, doll."

"Great! I'll be right back," you beam and leave.

To say you enjoyed having Five as your boss was an understatement. He was always kind to you, never let anyone say a bad word about you.

You wouldn't deny the fact that he was an attractive young man. The way he called you pet names that had your stomach flutter made you have a sliver of hope that he liked you.

True, pure love.

It's something you've always dreamed about. Reading it in books and seeing it in films gave you a longing to have someone to spend your life with.

After you finished preparing the two coffees, you walk back to Five's office. Your heels make a sound with every step you take.

You open the door and send a soft smile to your boss. "Welcome back, beautiful."

You break eye contact and place his beverage in front of him. "Hi."

He leans his head in his hands as he rests his elbows on his desk and admires you. "How did I get so lucky," he mumbles, not meaning for you to hear it.

You chew the inside of your cheek, "Get lucky with what?" you ask quietly.

He blinks. Then blinks again. "How did I get so lucky with you? When did I do something to deserve you?"

"Oh, um, t-that's very sweet of-"

"Have you ever taken into consideration that there's a deeper reason why I act the way I do with you?"

"Well, not exactly..." you trail off.

"Hm. Did you ever cogitate about how maybe there's a more meaningful explanation to how I behave around you? One besides getting entertainment from witnessing you blush?"

Your mouth opens slightly, and you are at a loss for words. After a moment, your eyes meet his intense ones. You take a breath, "Are you saying..."

He nods once, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."

"But what about-"

Before you have the chance to finish your sentence, he strides over in front of your chair, puts his hands on each one of the arm rests, and connects his lips softly onto yours.

He felt you freeze for a split second, before you tilted your head upwards to kiss him back easier.

He drowns in the feeling of your lips. The kiss being shared between you two is better than anything he ever could have imagined.

You both taste of coffee, and he loves it.

You pull back and smile shyly as him. He takes a step back and hops onto the desk, so he's now sitting on it and facing you.

He leans his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands together. "I hope after that kiss you'll join me for dinner tomorrow night."

You stand up and smooth your skirt. "I would be delighted."

[matrixbearer2024]

okay hear me out

vox accidentally slips and talks about angel dust like super indirectly he goes like:

Blah blah blah I had a super bad day blah blah blah fuck my life blah blah blah cause val is pissed cause one of his whores- angel I think tried to stand up to him and blah blah blah

and reader is like

wait wait wait ‘tried to stand up to him’? What do u mean? and vox is like trying to make the situation seem not as bad as it looks (he fails epically) and reader gets mad cause how could vox just let his coworker hit his employees??

Muddled Morality

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Vox ranting and Reader nearly tearing him a new one- I love their dynamic and it's actually really funny for me to write our dear (Y/N)'s on-off confused attraction to the bipedal flatscreen. Like it's so evident that they love this man, but at the same time he does something so stupid it totally shatters the rose-tinted filter he'd got going on. They're already running around in circles at this point with Mr TV head's hesitation to act on his emotions and Reader's absolute obliviousness.

A/N: It gets a little angsty towards the end but they'll be okay soon- I feel like this was just another reality check Vox needed to hear from Reader who wasn't really gonna let his shit slide lmao- anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! As always, happy reading!

Providing the tech overlord with some much needed care was one thing-

But you didn't ever pin him to be a heavy sleeper.

Until now that is.

"Vox. Vox. Wake up. Vox."

You sighed when he made a noise similar to a whine and his arms tightened around you slightly.

You'd be lucky to get out of this now without prying him off you.

Your cuddling session was going extremely well and dandy compared to what you had expected.

It just so happened that after a while, your legs were predictably going numb for staying in the same position for too long.

Not to mention that you were hungry.

"Vooooox. Get uuuuup."

You started to poke at his screen repeatedly when he still didn't react, not caring if it left fingerprints or any marks on the glass.

He deserved it for being so difficult to wake up-

When his screen finally lit up once again to show his face, it kind of took a moment for the overlord to process what was happening.

Especially when he just stared at you wide-eyed and confused before all of a sudden tactlessly shoving you off his lap.

"HEY- WHAT THE HELL DUDE!"

So say he'd gone completely autopilot was probably the understatement of the century.

Vox could barely piece any coherent thoughts together when he noticed what position the both of you were in.

It was way too intimate to merely be friendly in his opinion.

And he didn't even know for how long you both were cuddled up like that.

God could his heart just calm the fuck down?!

You gave up yelling at the overlord when you realized he was kind of spacing out.

He refused to even look at you, just pointedly staring at the floor which for whatever reason seemed more interesting at the time.

What the hell was his problem?!

"A freakin 'thank you' would've been enough you know. Either way, I'm gonna go get something to eat. Do you want anything?"

You rolled your eyes when the overlord just shook his head, you'll bring up some food later for him anyway just in case.

When the door finally shut and you had left-

Vox quickly got up from where he was sitting and started pacing around the room.

He just fell asleep on you right?

It was that and nothing else.

You just comforted him after a stressful day-

That was it.

Just very close and very platonic and friendly cuddling-

"Why, I didn't think you would simply sneak in old chap! That's quite improper of you!"

"YOU MOTHERFUCKING-"

Alastor simply laughed when his rival nearly jumped a foot in the air from his arrival.

It was entertaining seeing the ridiculous picturebox struggle with emotions, all the more when it seemed you were involved in it!

He could easily manipulate you both for entertainment and none would be the wiser.

Besides, struggling with feelings?

They weren't children anymore.

How immature!

"What do you want?"

"Oh I was just checking around the hotel as per usual. By the way, (Y/N) didn't seem to be in the bestest of moods during dinner today. Did you perchance have any part to play in that?"

The radio demon only grinned wider when he saw Vox's expression falter slightly.

Was all that irritation towards him simply for bravado?

This was quite an entertaining exchange indeed!

"Oh fuck off, that's none of your business."

"But it is old friend! I try to ensure the happiness of everyone in the hotel, including your darling dear!"

The flatscreen overlord could see through the bullshit already, but his irritation was already bubbling over into rage.

Alastor just had to get on his nerves as always.

"Don't call them that!"

Vox didn't know why he yelled that retort of all things.

True, he called you a multitude of similar petnames anyway-

But to call you his?

That was just a flat out lie.

And he didn't dare to fool himself into believing it.

"Call them what? Don't tell me a simple nickname is winding you up."

"Quit it Al. I didn't leave Vox alone just so you could come in and antagonize him."

Both overlords suddenly looked to you leaning against the doorframe of your room.

They hadn't noticed your presence in their increasingly heated back and forth.

While you were still a little irritated with your techno companion for ignoring you earlier, you found bigger issues with Alastor just snooping in your room.

Who knows what he could've been doing.

"Charlie's looking for you. So could you kindly get the hell out of my room?"

Alastor merely laughed at your grumpiness, waving you off with his signature grin as he melted back into the shadows.

He had enough playing with you both today, maybe another time.

"Little princess Morningstar isn't really looking for him is she?"

"Nope. But he's definitely one creepy fucker and I wanted him out.

Vox would've laughed at your response if he still didn't feel so awkward.

He just couldn't stop thinking too deeply into the situation you were both in earlier.

"Wanna talk about what happened today? You just zonked out on me a while ago. I didn't think you'd be that tired."

You didn't seem to find any issue with anything though, sitting atop your bed and patting a spot next to you.

And people say he's dense-

"It's been an eventful day, in all the worst possible ways."

Your flatscreen companion eventually sat down next to you and sighed.

He was just overthinking everything.

Might as well try and stay distracted.

"Ah. Valentino again?"

"Hah, if only."

You simply listened to Vox as he went on and ranted about his day.

You were astounded to hear about so many things going wrong in quick succession.

It's like Murphy's law had somehow slapped your techno friend in the face.

'Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.'

Yeah, that seemed pretty accurate.

"Then he stormed my earlier broadcast throwing a fit and bitching about Angel trying to stand up to him-"

Okay, wait.

Hold the fucking phone.

"What do you mean 'trying'?"

Vox's ranting immediately hit the brakes at your question.

He really shouldn't have mentioned that-

Or at least worded it a little differently.

How was he going to explain this to you???

"Doll, you know I mentioned Val doesn't like it when his employees dish out some attitude-"

"And you also mentioned he can be a huge piece of shit. Angel wouldn't lash out unless he was provoked."

You practically had the overlord cornered, your serious gaze was making him squirm.

It was totally different from the gentleness you'd graced him with earlier.

"Vox."

He'd never heard you mention his name that sternly before.

In fact, you were even starting to look a little angry.

Shit.

"(Y/N), what ever happens in the studio is none of my concern-"

"So Angel can't even save himself if Valentino decides to be an abhorrent bastard for the day?! Don't you have fucking cameras everywhere?!"

It was either your words or your pained tone struck a cord in the overlord.

You knew, it was in the way his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed.

He was attempting to do damage control, and you were just not having it.

"You know, he comes back covered in bruises after those shoots sometimes. As far as I'm concerned despite being a pornstar he's really not supposed to!"

Vox didn't know what was genuinely worse.

The fact he'd unintentionally upset you because of his actions-

Or the fact you cared so much about Angel Dust.

He'd never felt any remorse towards the spider back then, only growing annoyed with him for taking so much of Valentino's attention away.

Even now, despite visiting the hotel and getting to know the others better because of you-

He still didn't bother understanding or even sympathizing with anyone's situation aside from you or himself.

He didn't need to.

Then again, was there even a need to at the start with you?

"Why- just- FUCK! Why can't you fucking care Vox?! Why is it just me?!"

It's because I love you.

The overlord merely scowled at you lecturing him.

Those few words he couldn't bring himself to say.

The courage had quickly evaporated when you grew upset at his nonchalance.

Right.

He didn't care.

And still you were the exception.

His guilt only grew when seeing the pain in your eyes.

Vox knew you made friends with most of the hotel's residents.

Save a certain radio demon-

But he wasn't aware to what extent you cared.

You really were too good for him.

Too good to be down here in hell even.

You only grew more irritated at your companion's silence.

Returning his glare with your own as your hands were furiously balled at your sides.

It took all your focus not to start hitting and swinging at his flatscreen head.

Well, he deserved it-

And still you chose not to.

It wasn't like you hated the special treatment from Vox-

Hell, it was flattering and even outright cute sometimes.

But the fact he could so easily turn a blind eye to some issues he had the power to stop-

You wanted to beat some common sense and human decency into this idiot.

The two of you sat in silence for a while until Vox suddenly got up and headed to the window.

You were about to scoff at him running away from the situation until he spoke.

"I'll see what I can do. But I make no promises."

You didn't see his face but his voice was barely above a whisper.

The overlord's tone wavering and uncertain but masked with irritation.

Not that you had any time to reply when your friend was abruptly gone in a bolt of blue electricity.

Possibly already well on his way back to the tower to care for his hellish empire.

Neither of you ever had an argument this explosive since you were alive.

And even then it was because of something stupid you couldn't remember.

But it wasn't so different compared to now.

So why was your heart aching unbearably-?

You shook your head and stormed out of your room.

Fuck it.

You needed a drink.

[princessleechan]

Imagine wanting to climbing up the social ladder with coworker!Wonwoo’s help.

How do you get with the in-crowd of the most prestigious networking organization in the country: set up their chairman with the hottest guy in your department. AKA one of the most eligible bachelors of the literary world, Jeon Wonwoo. Your setback: how were you suppose to do that when all he can think about is you? So he says.

You think it’s a joke since he could possibly get with anyone he wanted, why would he want to get with you? The person still getting coffee for your shared supervisor while he was already in the acknowledgment pages of his actual clientele, You thought it was a downgrade, and you knew that he would be punching down his league if he was actually pursuing you.

What you really think is that he’s just trying to get you off his back by pretending he wants you to be on yours. You aren’t dumb enough to be even enticed simply because of the intimidation. Although, you’d be lying if you hadn’t imagined it once or twice on a whim.

Of course, you have. He’s attractive (an understatement), an academic (another understatement), he rides a motorcycle to work everyday (hot as hell), and somewhat a decent human being (proclaimed by 99% of the women in the the office that most certainly want to get in his pants). It’s a mystery why he stays working in midsize workplace getting paid half of what he could be earning at high level facility.

“Just do it, please.”

“Depends, what do I get in return?”

“Uh a sugar mama that makes six figures a year?”

“I’d rather have you though.”

Admittedly, his words made you shudder. Once in a while they do. “No, you don’t. You’ll be doing us both a favor. This is an opportunity once in a lifetime.”

“Not interested.”

Through days of persisting, you somehow managed to do it. You’ve worn him out. You’ve convinced him to do you this small favor and let himself be set up. For once, things are looking your way, and you see a light at the end of that tunnel. Your name in brights lights, your town Ted Talk, the fan signings. You are a step closer to your true destiny.

But Wonwoo looks too well put. Too handsome for words. Too irresistible to not stare.

Lucky for you, he stares back, and impish gleam in his gaze. Walking towards you, one foot of the other, he stands tall before you with hands tucked in both pockets. “How do I look?”

That Cheshire smile on his face, dark pupils staring back at you in curious anticipation, and he catches the seize of your breath before you expel it out of your lungs in the deep exhale. You nod back at him, saying he looks agreeable. Just perfection for this kind of situation.

When he walks out the door, you didn’t expect the sinking feeling in your stomach, nor the squeeze of your chest. But you settle back down in your chair blinking back at the door the had just closed shut.

A split second later that same door opens, and the man that walks through it once reappears from the other side. “I forgot something.”

You start back at him puzzled. “Forgot what?”

He grins before his hand closes around your wrist, pull you up from your seat and pulling you towards the door, “the date I wanted have to dinner with.”

[miniteezez]

Someone older

P.Seonghwa x fem reader

Warning: abuse, physical and verbal. Mention of diets. Injury. Christmas vibes. Older Seonghwa. Age gap. Legal.

Synopsis: it takes a real man to show you what it’s like to be loved

Wc: 4.5k

“Look how cute! I decorated my island for Christmas an-“

“Shut up (y/n)! God, you’re annoying.” Your boyfriend, Jae, snapped harshly. His eyes never left the tv. All you wanted was to show him your animal crossing island but he was too busy. As usual. You said nothing else, deciding to just go home instead.

The following day, you had a meeting with your father for lunch at his office. He was the owner of large business in the centre of the city. To say he was well off was an understatement. You were lucky to have him. Once he had buzzed you in, you made your way to the elevator and stepped in. Just before the doors shut, a hand came between them and stopped them. You looked up to find Seonghwa. He’d worked for your father for a few years now. His best employee. Tall with longish, black hair. He always wore a well fitted black suit and hair his hair done sleek and straight. There was no denying how attractive the man was. He came to stand next to you with a kind smile.

“Hello (y/n). How are you?” His voice was deep yet light, soothing at the same time. You always felt so comfortable around him.

“I’m okay, just meeting my father for lunch. You?”

“Ah, I just left my phone in the office. Then I’ll be off for lunch too.” You giggled at his forgetfulness, him smiling too.

“What are you gonna get?” You asked, subconsciously moving closer. Seonghwa looked down at you with a soft gaze, something now so foreign to you.

“Honestly? I’m probably going to go to the cafe round the corner. They have the best cake. And sandwiches but cake is better.” He chuckled, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“Oh I love cake.” Your stomach almost growled at the mere thought of sweet food.

“Oh yeah? I can get you a slice?” He offered, his kindness almost hurting your heart.

“Thank you, but I’m on a diet.” You told him, deflating. Seonghwa frowned, turning his body towards yours directly.

“You’re what? Seriously? Why?” Confusion was clear on his face as his eyes raked over you. You looked to the floor, playing with the hem of your jumper.

“I need to be thinner.”

“You’ll get sick. You’re so small.” Hearing him say this, you looked up in surprise.

“You think so?” Reaching over, Seonghwa fixed the parting of your hair softly. Goosebumps prickled your skin, face turning red.

“Yes. Everyone can see it. You don’t need to diet.”

You both got off on the top floor, Seonghwa quickly retrieving his phone from his desk. You knocked on your father’s door, waiting patiently. When he did open in, you were greeted with a loving hug.

“Are you ready?” You asked, pulling away. There was a sorry look on your dad’s face.

“I’m afraid something came up. I’m sorry.” It was obvious from his expression that he was apologetic. You smiled sadly, nodding in understanding.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’ll see if Jae is around.” You knew for a fact that Jae wouldn’t meet you. Your father made a noise of discomfort, looking around the room.

“Seonghwa are you busy?” Instantly, said man was by your side.

“Never.” Your father chuckled.

“Do you think you could escort (y/n) for lunch today?” He held out his card for him to take but Seonghwa shook his head.

“I’m more than happy to do that, I’ll pay. It’s no trouble. As long as it’s ok with you?” He looked at you, lips upturned.

“That’s okay.”

Together, Seonghwa lead you both out of the building and down the street. He opened the pale blue, rustic door to the corner cafe he had mentioned earlier. You stepped in to be greeted with the smell of coffee, cinnamon and cookie dough. Heaven. Walking to a table in the bay window, Seonghwa pulled your chair out for you to sit down.

“So, cake?” He wiggled his eyebrows making you laugh.

“I really should get a salad.” You said, his response being a bored looking face. Scoffing, you nod.

“Okay, you choose for me. I trust you.” Simpering, he reached over and pet your hair affectionately.

“I’m glad you do.” Then he went over to the counter. For a moment, you sat there with a blush on your cheeks. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You felt so strange, so light and stress free. It was unusual for you. After a few moments, he returned, placing the tray down carefully before taking his seat.

“I got you a chocolate and cherry cake. And a tea. With three sugars.” The fact he not only knew your favourite flavours, but remembered how you took your tea, warmed your heart.

“Thank you.” He just smiled, pouring your tea into the small cup for you. To add onto this, he gently peeled the plastic off your slice of cake and put it aside. Then he cleared the table of any rubbish. You looked at your food nervously. Jae’s words of needing to diet fully ingrained into your brain as you heard it most days. Seonghwa frowned seeing your expression. He knew something was wrong, just not what exactly. Picking up your fork, he took a bit of your cake and held it to your lips. Looking over to him, he smiled softly.

“Say ahh.” He chuckled, making you blush and part your lips so he could feed you. He seemed to relax when he saw you eat.

“Want to try some of mine? It’s strawberry and white chocolate.” Seonghwa got some into his fork, holding it up for you to take once again. You hummed in approval at the taste, sipping your tea to clear your pallet properly. You both fell into a comfortable conversation, eating your cakes happily.

“Are you coming to the party next week?” It was your father’s birthday and he was hosting a gathering at your house. Seonghwa nod, putting his fork down.

“Yeah, he put me in charge of the guest list. So I have to be there early.” He told you, making you happy.

“Well I’ll be there. I’m not sure if Jae is coming or not.” You thought out loud, wondering if he would actually put the effort in to be there with you.

“Is that you boyfriend?” You nod.

“Hm, your father mentions him sometimes.” You were surprised, Seonghwa scanning your face.

“Who told you, you need to diet?” Your face fell at his question. Pressing your lips together, you swallowed nervously. But you said nothing, just avoided eye contact. Reaching over, Seonghwa took hold of your hand.

“Are you ok, (y/n)? You can talk to me if you need to?” For a second, you stared across at him and basked in the feeling of comfort. It was like he could read your emotions.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He laughed, drawing shapes onto the palm of your hand delicately.

“You’re so kind to me.” Your voice was quiet, as if you were scared to voice your thoughts. And Seonghwa noticed that.

“I’m just treating you how you deserved to be treated.” Blinking fast, you stopped yourself from tearing up and offered him a weak smile. But Seonghwa wasn’t convinced. There was a ping. You quickly checked your phone, seeing who the text was from before swiping it away.

“What happened to your phone? Is it usable ?” Seonghwa questioned after seeing the state it was in. Remembering how it was thrown from your hand and stomped on, you shivered but shrugged.

“I dropped it. Down the stairs.”

“Oh okay. You should drink up before it goes cold.”

Around six pm, you headed round to your boyfriend’s apartment after buying dinner for him. You found him in the bedroom, just as he was turning his PC off.

“I brought you food!” You smiled cheerfully, hoping to see Jae happy. Instead, you were greeted with a sour face.

“Have a nice lunch?” Your heart dropped, swallowing thickly.

“I thought I told you to diet? you need to loose all this excess fat. Yet you were in a fucking cafe?” He walked closer, brows furrowed with anger. Using his pointer finger, the scruffy man prodded his finger against the side of your head harshly.

“You’re such a stupid woman. Fucking pathetic.” He spat, gripping your face aggressively. You whimpered, tensing up out of fear.

“Who was that man you were with then huh? You cheating on me?” Quickly, you shook your head.

“No I swear he’s just-“

“Did I give you permission to speak? Vile slut!” Flecks of saliva landed on your cheeks, your eyes screwing shut as Jae shoved you to the floor.

A few days later, you were helping your father in the office. Filing reports, cleaning the space and taking notes in a few meetings. You found yourself driving in and out of focus. Maybe it was the headache, or lack of food. Or maybe you were looking for someone. Seonghwa came in, in the early afternoon. Going straight to your father’s office with his overtime work from the previous night. You bumped into him, immediately shrinking back in fear. Though, when you looked up to find Seonghwa, you smiled widely.

“Oh, mr Park! How are you?” You asked, not noticing the crease in his brow. His eyes scanned you worriedly, hand lifting and carefully landing on your shoulder.

“I’m okay. I told you to just call me Seonghwa, (y/n).” Blushing a little, you laughed nervously but relaxed under his touch.

“Oh yes. Of course. I’m sorry.” You bowed your head in respect. He just sighed, tilting your chin up delicately. As if you were a flower.

“You don’t need to apologise love. Are you feeling okay?” His question made you swallow down your nerves, lips pressing together before forming a short smile. You nod, quickly moving past and into the next room. Seonghwa watched you go, frowning deeply.

“She’s not right.” A deep voice made the young man jump, turning to find your father stood in the doorway. Quickly, he ushered him into the office and locked the door.

“Don’t you agree?” Your father questioned, hands tucking into his slacks. Unsure of what to say, Seonghwa laughed anxiously.

“I’m not sure it’s my place to comment, sir.” He said, gnawing on his lip. Tutting, your dad rested back against his desk.

“There’s no need to be coy. I see how you look at my daughter.” Hearing this made Seonghwa sigh and nod, knowing he’d been caught out.

“Yes. I agree. Something is really wrong.” He thought out loud, putting his papers down.

“It looked like there was a bruise, on her cheek.” They looked at each other with concern. Your father straightened out, clearly angry.

“I have a feeling her so called boyfriend is the reason for this shit. Did you notice anything the other day?” He pressed on, pressuring his employee slightly. But neither minded.

“Yes. She seemed scared. She said she had to diet. And when I did the most simple of kind gestures, she seemed shocked. Like she could cry.” He finished before looking to his boss.

“You think it’s her boyfriend?”

“I do. He’s no good. I’ve only met him once and I hated him then.” The man spoke through gritted teeth, fists balled up tightly.

“It was like I said last time. He’s not right for her. He was on his phone the whole meeting too. But when he did speak to her, it was hostile.” Seonghwa listened to your father intently.

“I should have realised.”

“No sir, don’t blame yourself.” Quickly, Seonghwa intervened and let out a breath.

“He’s going to my party. (Y/n) told me before. Could you, try to keep her away from him. If it’s not too much to ask?” Your father pleaded quietly, wanting you safe. Seonghwa relaxed, smiling to him with reassurance.

“I’d be happy to, sir”

Sunday rolled around and you found yourself getting ready in your bedroom. Considering who your father was, the dress code was classy. Your dress fit perfectly, hugging your waist and coming out slightly in the most amazing silhouette. Your phone pinged, it was Jae. Letting you know he had arrived. You quickly ran downstairs and opened the doors. Jae looked up from his phone and grimaced before putting it away.

“You look-“ he pulled a face. “So hideous.” Then he pushed passed you and into the house. Biting your lip harshly, you trailed behind him and into the kitchen.

“Where’s the beer?” He asked, his back to you. You didn’t respond, causing him to grunt and turn around.

“I said, where’s the fucking beer?” You flinched, pointing towards the fridge. Jae just laughed mockingly, tilting his head.

“I meant, get me the beer. Dumb bitch.” Shrinking under his gaze, you scrambled to get him his drink. All Jae did was snatch it with a roll of his eyes.

“(Y/n)?” Your father’s voice brought you relief. He walked over and quickly lead you into the lounge.

“Could you lay out the flowers? Guests will be arriving soon.” You did as he asked happily, putting the vases out. At that moment, Seonghwa arrived only to freeze upon seeing a man he didn’t recognise. An average height and build, with short brown hair and an unironed grey suit. The man looked him up and down before laughing a little. He then walked away. Seonghwa frowned, standing there with confusion.

“That was Jae.” Your father walked over, bringing him in. Sighing, he nod and already felt sorry for you.

“You should have heard the way he was talking to her. Controlling her. I should kill him.” He spat, anger building up.

“Relax. Sir. I’ll try my best to keep them separated ok?” The doorbell rang, alerting them both. Your father answered after taking a minute to collect himself. Meanwhile, Seonghwa walked through to the lounge. He found you, placing the last vase in the centre of the coffee table. You turned in his direction and Seonghwas breath hitched. He swore he’d never seen anyone so beautiful. Seeing him, you smiled brightly and walked over.

“Good evening.” Your voice was light like candy floss and he thought, in that moment, you couldn’t be real. How could someone treat you so poorly?

“Hello, (y/n). You look beautiful.” He smiled, watching as your ears tinted red.

“What? Don’t be silly.” You giggled, looking down at the ground in disbelief. Seonghwa frowned, putting his bags down and taking your hands in his. Making eye contact, you felt yourself relax completely under his calming gaze.

“I’m not. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You look like a princess.” Each word made your eyes fill more, lips pressing together. Reaching up, he brushed your tears away with his thumb softly.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, letting his hand hold your cheek for the moment.

“I don’t understand. How you can think that.” You explain quietly, taking a shallow breath. Sighing, Seonghwa dipped to your level with a smile.

“I don’t ‘think’. I know.” He chuckled, reaching down and picking up one of the bags.

“And I got this pretty princess a gift.” Ignoring your blush, you took it from him confused.

“But it’s my dad’s birthday?” Looking up at him, he shrugged playfully.

“I think you need this.” Was all he said, urging you to open it. Pulling the tape off, you gasped when you saw a new phone. The exact one you’d been after. Taking it out, your mouth gaped in surprise.

“It is the colour you wanted right? Your father said but I-“ you cut him off, jumping and hugging him tightly. Seonghwa stumbled back with a laugh, holding you tightly.

“Thank you!”

“It’s nothing, honestly. Want me to help set it up?” You nod enthusiastically, sitting on the couch and pulling him next to you.

For the next hour, as guests piled in, you sat with Seonghwa and got your new phone set up. It was nice, sitting flush to his side. At some point, his arm had slipped around your waist. Neither of you chose to comment.

“Wait, you play animal crossing?” He looked happy as you downloaded your save data on pocket camp.

“Yeah, why?”

“I love that game. Do you have a switch? We should play together.” You grinned up at him, liking that idea. Turning your head, you found a pair of angry eyes boring into you. Seonghwa felt you tense up, following your gaze to find Jae.

“I should go.” You panicked, going to stand but the noirette held your waist firmly.

“No. Stay with me. I won’t let him hurt you.” Seonghwas words somehow eased you, sitting back in your seat once again. He sighed deeply, holding onto your shoulders.

“I don’t know what happens or why. But I know he’s not good for you. You need to brake up with him.” Deep down, you knew he was right. You bit your lip, staring down at your lap.

“He’ll kill me.”

“Not while I’m here he won’t. You’re safe with me.” Seonghwa reassured, voice smooth and tender. Looking into his eyes, he simpered and you knew that it had to be done.

“Why are you so nice to me? Why are you taking care of me?” Your voice shook slightly, his head tilting to the side with a grin that made him look ten time more handsome than usual.

“You know why.” Your heart rate sped up, Seonghwa leaning dangerously close. His lips brushed against your ear.

“I’m yours.” You shuddered, suppressing a smile badly. When he moved back, you didn’t protest as you were pulled into his chest comfortably.

“I’ll do it. Tonight.”Now feeling so sure, you had the confidence to finally say goodbye.

“Oh, (y/n), could you go get us that cake you made love?” Your father came over, grinning ear to ear. Giggling at his excitement, you nod and went into the kitchen. You pulled the cake out of the fridge, taking the covering off carefully. After spending the whole morning baking and decorating, you wanted it to be perfect for your dad. It was a custard and white chocolate cake. With royal icing and star decorations. You were proud of what you had achieved.

“That looks lovely. Doesn’t it?” Jae’s voice made your heart drop to your stomach. You turned to find him, blocking the doorway. There was no exit.

“I see you’ve had complany all night. You know, you said it was a man but. But what kind of man wears a pony tail?” He laughed fakely, taking a few steps forward.

“He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be.” You were angry. He could tell. Poking his cheek with his tongue, Jae nod and sighed.

“I want to break up.” You spoke quickly, swallowing down your nerves. His head snapped up at you, eyes practically blazing.

“Oh you really are stupid.” He spat, gripping your wrist and dragging you harshly. He forced you up into your room and threw you down. The door slammed behind you, his footsteps coming by your head. Jae crouched down, fisting your hair and yanking your head up.

“What the fuck, gives you the right, to break up with me?” Tears rolled down your cheeks but you stayed quiet. This only irked him more and he stood with you.

“You're nothing without me!” he yelled, shaking you so hard you felt nauseous.

“Shut up!” You tried to retaliate, covering your ears. Before you could blink, his hand landed on your cheek with a loud slap. You stilled immediately, shaking in place.

“I don’t think you understand, (y/n). I can kill you. So easily.” The tone of his voice sent chills down your spine and you realised just how unsafe you are. Quickly, you dashed for the door with a scream

“Help-“ Jae tugged you back, nails digging into your sides.

“Seonghwa!” His hand clamped over your mouth in effort of stopping you. But it didn’t. Instead, you bit down on his hand.

“Ouch. You bitch!” Jae didn’t think twice before practically hurling you into the wall. Your head hit it with a thud. At that moment, the door burst open and your father charged for Jae with no remorse. He held him tightly, only for Seonghwa to storm in and punch him straight across the face. You tried to sit up, your vision blurred and head pounding. Curling in on yourself, you flinched when Seonghwa placed his hand on your back.

“Hey, look at me.” His voice was soft, it was calm and quiet. You looked up at him slowly, Seonghwa smiling a little.

“It’s okay. He’s gone now. You’re safe.” Your eyes darted around the room, finding both Jae and your father gone. Seonghwa carefully hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you into his own. You clung on, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he sat on your bed. His hand ran up your back, finding purchase in your hair. A whimper of pain slipped past your lips. He could feel the bump forming.

“Turn around for me sweetheart.” Blushing, you did as he said. Seonghwa sat you between his legs, tilted your head forward and moved your hair to check.

“That’s going to bruise. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, looking back at him.

“Because I wasn’t there.” He muttered, patting your hair straight affectionately. Turning to him, you reached up and cupped his cheeks.

“But you’re here now.” You spoke quietly, his hands coming up to his face and taking hold of yours.

“And I always will be now. You’re safe with me. I promise you.” Seonghwa pressed his lips to the palm of your hand and smiled. You returned it, blushing lightly at his action.

“We need to put some cream on your face, your cheek is swelled.” Reluctantly, he left your side, going downstairs to get the first aid kit.

He took a while. Which, you thought was strange but sat there waiting nonetheless. You contemplated everything. Jae. His behaviour. The way you had lived the past year. The constant fear of doing ‘something wrong. When, in reality, you weren’t doing anything wrong. Your likes, interests and hobbies were yours. Your fashion was your choice. Your diet. Your hair. Your love. They were all yours. Seonghwa walked in, holdingte first aid kit. He took a seat on your bed in front of you and smiled.

“Sorry I took a while, your father and I got distracted.” He told you, pulling out a pot of cream. You tilted your head, blushing as Seonghwa applied it to your cheek.

“Distracted?”

“Teaching Jae a lesson.” Now understanding, you scoffed lightly and gazed up at him.

“I was thinking, maybe you want to get away for a few days? You could come stay with me? Just to clear your mind.” Smiling widely, you nod eagerly and hugged him tightly.

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all. And guess what?” He rubbed your back as you drew away. “My place is already decorated.” You gasped, holding onto his arms.

“But it’s only November?” He chuckled at your excitement, pulling your hands into his own gently.

“Who cares? I love it.”

After getting a small bag ready, your father saw you both out and Seonghwa drove back to his place with you. Getting inside an elevator, he pressed the button for the top floor. Shivering slightly, Hwa noticed and pulled you into his side.

“I’ll put the fire on for you once we get inside ok?” He promised, smiling down at your shaking form. Though, when he opened the door, you stood there shocked. His penthouse was beautiful. Modern, sleek and monochrome with lots of grey accents. The place was open planned with a living area in the centre. A plush charcoal couch was situated in front of a fire with the to stationed above. Behind this area was the kitchen-dining then a set of dark stairs heading up. Seonghwa took your hand and lead you upstairs and into his room. Just like the downstairs, it was monochrome. He had a kingsize bed with a cream cover, a desk set up. Overall, his room was tidy and full of so many cute little details. You loved it.

“Would you like to borrow some pyjamas. They might keep you warmer.” Seonghwa was almost blushing as he went to his cabinet. Following him, you hummed.

“Yes please.” He grinned at your agreement, handing you some before leaving you to change.

After putting on the plaid pyjamas, you headed downstairs again and noticed something you hadn’t before. In the corner of the room, stood a tall, gorgeous Christmas tree. It was a fake, made obvious by its white branches, but stunning all the same. With black baubles and tinsel laid throughout, fairy lights were twinkling between the branches.

“Do you like it?” Seonghwa appeared next to you, holding a steaming mug. You nod enthusiastically and gazed up at him. He took you to the fireplace and asked you to wait a second.

“Here.” Taking the cup from him, you smiled upon seeing the hot chocolate it held. Seonghwa quickly grabbed a blanket and laid it down in front of the flames carefully. You sat down, shivering in delight at the warmth around you. Once he grabbed his own drink, Hwa took his place beside you with a shy smile.

“Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”

“Very. Thank you.” Taking a sip, you relaxed at the chocolatey flavour.

“There’s no need to thank me, angel.” Seonghwa chuckled doing the same. Quickly, you shook your head and turned towards him with purpose.

“Oh yes I do. You took time to make sure I was okay, you’ve made me a lovely drink.” Seonghwa frowned as you spoke, reaching over and wiping some chocolate off the corner of your lips.

“That’s the bare minimum, (y/n). You deserve so much more than this.” You blushed, watching as he moved forward and put your mugs aside.

“I’m sorry you ended up with him. But if you let me,” he cupped your cheeks, thumbing the skin softly.

“I can show you what it’s like to be really loved.” Eyes slightly wide, you stared up with adoration and smiled bashfully.

“Really?”

“I told you before. I’m yours. You just have to say you’ll have me.” Your eyes locked together, searching for any sign of a lie. There was none. Simpering, you laced your fingers together and gazed up at him once more.

“You can be mine.” In a heartbeat, his lips were on yours as he pulled you into a deep kiss. Instantly, you reciprocated, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. Seonghwa placed his hand on your waist, drawing you onto his lap with ease. You parted slowly, getting shy and glancing away. Laughing quietly, Seonghwa brought you back round and smiled.

“Was that okay?”

“Perfect. Th-“ he gave you a stern look before you could finish, making you press your lips together.

“Stop thanking me for simple things okay?” Nodding, he pulled you close so you could rest your head in the crook of his neck. The fire crackled perfectly behind you, warmth enveloping you in that moment. Seonghwa ran his fingers through your hair, taking time to massage the bruise on your scalp.

“You’re safe with me, (y/n). You always will be.”

[delirious-donna]

The Longest Wait [Ichigo Kurosaki]

Oct. 10 - Ichigo Kurosaki x female reader

Ten years have passed since you started dating Ichigo, and every year he tries to convince you to perch yourself upon his handsome face. A decade is long enough to make a man wait, so tonight is his lucky night!

warnings: facesitting, flirting, manhandling, teasing chat, pussy eating and a pussy drunk Ichigo

Masterlist

The restaurant was softly lit, ambient music drifted atop the voices of your fellow patrons, and you took your time drinking in the sight of your man as he returned from the restrooms.

Handsome was an understatement; tall and slender with messy auburn hair that never failed to turn heads. Ichigo might look the athletic type, that he would be more about endurance than strength, but you’d be wrong. Beneath the crisp white dress shirt and dark navy pants lay vast inches of defined muscle that hid the true power he owned.

Even after a decade together, he still made your heartbeat faster, forced your pulse to race and your mouth to run dry. His hazel eyes sparkled with mirth as he returned to his seat and flashed a quick smile at the likely absurd expression on your face.

“I’m the one that should be staring… I know you picked this dress 'cause I can’t control myself when you wear it,” he teased. A finger drew a delicate pattern on the back of your hand before he gently linked his fingers through yours.

“So, sue me for wanting to look like a badass babe on our anniversary. It’s not often I feel attractive these days,” you scoffed, trailing your free hand over the pale pink skirts of your dress. It was the dress you had worn way back on your very first proper date with Ichigo, and you were simply over the moon that it still fit.

“You’re insane, darling, you always look irresistible to me.”

You offered a saccharine smile that widened his eyes before they narrowed on you, clearly sensing that you were up to something, and he wasn’t wrong.

Tonight, you were going to bow to a suggestion that your sweet man had asked you time and again over the years, but you had never had the confidence to agree to – until now.

“What are you scheming in that pretty head of yours?” he drawled, leaning back in his chair to study your face.

His teeth tucked his lower lip beneath, chewing the flesh whilst a slight tic worked in his sharp jawline. Ichigo loathed surprises, you knew that it made him uneasy not knowing what was going on but there was no way he wouldn’t enjoy this revelation.

Swirling the almost empty wine glass in your hand, fingers caressing the stem in a provocative manner, you fluttered your kohl-swept lashes and took the final plunge.

“You know that… thing you always ask if we can try,” Ichigo’s brow furrowed in contemplation, “you know, the thing that I always refuse.”

He sat up straight with a snap, fingers wrapping around your delicate wrist and a look of carnal lust swirling in those chocolate-hued irises. Ichigo looked so serious for a moment, his throat working furiously, and you couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips.

He whispered heatedly across the table, his head coming as close to yours as he could manage without fully hauling you over the crisp white linen and causing a scene. “You’re really gonna do it, not gonna chicken out this time, right?”

“Ichi,” you whined, pouting dramatically, and letting a deep huff press through your nose.

A long arm gestured for your server, and you admired the strength that those arms held. Reminded of the numerous times they had lifted you like you weighed nothing more than a bag of feathers.

The way Ichigo could switch between gentle care and rough manhandling in the blink of an eye. Patience was not his virtue, but it only amused you. A reminder of one of the many qualities you had come to adore in him.

The journey home had been swift, and perhaps a few speeding violations had been committed in Ichigo’s desire to return to the safety of your shared apartment. You had shrieked at the red light he had narrowly passed through, only to have him tut from the driver’s side and have the gall to look affronted at your critique of his driving ability.

You were a little dazed when the car finally came to a complete stop in the drive, blinking slowly until the door to your side was ripped open and auburn spikes were obscuring your vision as Ichigo leaned over you to unbuckle your seatbelt and lifted you into his arms.

Assuming he would carry you in a dignified manner, you squealed like a piglet when you were hefted onto his strong shoulder and felt your centre of gravity shift. Your gaze was greeted with the upside-down sight of his tight butt as he marched towards the door and slid out of his shoes.

“I can walk on my own, you brute!”

There was no heat behind your words, in truth, you found it incredibly endearing and hot as fuck that your man still felt this impulsive when it came to being intimate with you. He chuckled darkly, a palm trailing from the roundness of your butt, down the curve of your thighs and under the skirts to feel at your plush skin.

He sat on the comforter on your bed, slowly letting you sink down until you were straddling his hips and his nose nudged at you expectantly. Lips seeking out the warmth of your mouth, sharing the swelling desire and moaning unabashedly which Ichigo hungrily devoured.

“This damn dress,” he groaned out after releasing your lip which he had tugged on with his teeth, “reminds of that very first time. You remember, right? How you blushed like a proper little good girl as you came on my fingers?”

You shoved him back, pressing his spine to the mattress as you hovered over his gleeful face. “Says the man that whimpered like a little pup when I sucked him off for the first time…”

You swallowed down his indignation, the dark tendrils clouding his hazel eyes as you thrust your tongue into his mouth to silence his attempts at retorting. Feeling along the sharp peaks of his incisors and licking against the roof of his mouth.

His hands grasped your waist, bunching your dress that puddled over his lower half and forcing a palm between your tightly joined bodies. You jolted as his finger teased against the growing damp spot on your panties, pushing the fabric into your cunt until it was moulded to the intimate folds.

“You gonna do it then? Need these to come off but I’d like the dress to stay on… please.”

The buzz from the expensive wine you had enjoyed at dinner served in quashing the fear and uncertainty that had halted all previous attempts in this endeavour, and most intimate of acts. Standing from the bed you wiggled out of your sodden silky panties and threw them at Ichigo who watched from the bed with his arms behind his head.

“Stop looking so damn smug Kurosaki,” you teased with eyes narrowed as you crawled back towards him until you were seated over the crisp white dress shirt. The buttons snagged against your clitoral hood, sending a frisson of delight to your tummy.

“Well, can you blame me? It’s only been ten years since I first asked you to sit on my face. You’d be just as fucking smug if you were in my position and speaking of position… c’mere.”

Again, he was manhandling you and damn if you didn’t love it. You took your weight onto your knees which were planted above each of his shoulders, a shiver passing up your spine as you held the skirts of your dress aloft to see the most decadently expressive eyes you had ever beheld of Ichigo. Simply put, he looked ready to devour you whole.

Both arms wrapped around each thigh, palms splayed on the insides of your thighs and the fingertips pressing into your slight pudge and eliciting a growl of need. You lowered slowly, a mixture of his hands tugging you down and your own weight settling on his mouth.

Feverishly molten lips kiss the crease of your thighs, dancing and pressing down with sweeping intensity as you felt Ichigo inhale heavily.

The first quirk of his warm, wet tongue skimming over your flesh ripped a slutty moan from your lips and his fingers tightened in response.

Your hips rocked forward, the tip of Ichigo’s nose digging against the small bundle of nerves that was steadily swelling and filling with blood. His cheeks shook from side to side, forcing your clit to bump over him repeatedly.

“Why do you taste even better like this?” he sighed against your pussy lips, sucking the skin between his lips, and drawing it out until you whimpered and whined.

“Be gentle – oh fuck – Ichi… please!”

Ichigo lapped at your slick as it rushed from your entrance, gathering it on his tongue until his mouth was half full before swallowing it down in a loud gulp. You felt how his throat worked from below you, and could only watch in fascination as deep lines formed along his brow and his eyelids fluttered close.

He shifted between long, wide licks along your length. The flat of his tongue spreads you open allowing his sharp teeth to tug against your clit. It made you jump every single time, forced your cunt to clench around nothing and lust to soak his cheeks and chin.

Soon, you were rutting like an animal deep in heat. Grinding incessantly atop his face, thighs squeezing at his poor head, you let one hand fall into the depths of his vivid hair.

Tugging on the strands exactly how he tugged on your intimate area, growling vibrations bounced within the walls of his strong chest and you knew that this particular dress shirt would likely have to be thrown away with how it had been treated.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Move for me. Fall apart on me,” he enthused, sounding perfectly drunk on your arousal.

A part of you could sense that he was fucking his hips upwards behind you, that he was as close to release as you were without even being touched and it made you feel all the more powerful for it. His powerful tongue dug into your tight hole, massaging the walls, and slurping noisily as Ichigo made out with your pussy.

Every touch tracked you further up the lift hill to your orgasm, thighs trembling as your muscles contracted from the pressure within your body. It wasn’t until his lips rolled your puffy clit into his mouth and sucked – one hard suck that buckled your knees and sent you careening forward only to manage to catch yourself on your wrists at the last second – did you explode like a New Year’s firework.

You rolled to the side, panting, and shaking violently as aftershocks ripped through every nerve ending enough to suck the oxygen from your lungs and the build of lactic acid burned at your muscles.

It wasn’t until you were floating back down to earth, managing to wriggle to your side to see Ichigo lying exactly as you had left him. His chest heaved as if he had just run a marathon or finished a sparring matching with Renji, his face was shiny with your slick, and he was absently licking around his lips with arms thrown wide on the mattress.

Your palm smacked his cheek playfully, the wet skin on skin sounded rude but it only made you giggle. Brown eyes, drunk and hazy swung to your face and the pink hue coating the tips of his ears and cheeks was an adorable sight.

“Happy ten-year anniversary baby.”

He grunted, grabbing for your hand and placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

“I’m not waiting another ten years for that… better get used to it, sweetheart.”

[saphirered]

hello saph! first off, i'm wishing you good luck on your masters! i'm doing mine next year and i'm super looking forward to it, so i hope everything goes well for you too!! 💖💖💖

now, WELCOME TO THE HOT VAMPIRE ELF CLUB!! may i request Astarion/Reader(Tav) where Tav is a good aligned Life Cleric (or anything similar) that focuses on healing and supporting allies during combat, someone's that's a ray of sunshine because they choose the difficult path of being kind. i'm curious of your take on Astarion receiving genuine kindness, being disgusted at first, the progression of his attempted manipulation, eventually realizing his feelings, and how he would react to Tav being extremely injured in a fight and trying to save them (with good ending hopefully).

oh and maybe some blood drinking. you know. for reasons :-)

you're such a creative writer, i'm always looking forward to anything you post, so thank you! have a lovely day!

Hello dearie and thank you! Uni is tough but worth it so good luck with yours! I hope this little piece of distraction is to your tastes. 😘

Oh how easy it is to wrap you around his finger. Your sickening sweet and sheer willingness to bend over backwards at the smallest inconvenience you have the ability to fix, it’s nauseating. You’d already naturally gravitated towards him. It must be this incessant need to fix the broken. You seem to be attracted to broken things, thinking you can mend them with love and affection and a gentle touch like a stray pulled from the streets. He is no such thing. He is certainly no stray.  A handsome wanderer without a home port, now that’s more like him. But you didn’t need to see that. You didn’t need to know him or his past. As long as Astarion kept on the front he could be your next project, just like these strays you’ve pulled along, well that might just work to his advantage. 

To say you were an absolutely horrible influence on him would be an understatement. Whether it be his thieving and charming tendencies that often lead to heartbreak of the recipient or when his silver tongue is perhaps a little too sharp at times, your disapproval sparked something in the coils of his stomach he has not felt in nigh two-hundred years. Is this what remorse and guilt felt like? Did he want your approval? Your praise? He’s being utterly ridiculous. He has nothing to prove and you are just a tool. But here he is feeling just the slightest bit of guilt at the thought of you finding out the truth about him and how you might look at him then. He considers he might just not be able to look you in the eye. What has he become? 

Admittedly Astarion got a little peckish and without much opportunities to feed himself proper he’d taken to your neck. An attempt was made but you caught him. Your eyes opened and stared right at him in surprise. He was equally surprised, his stealth having failed him. In that moment you managed to flip him onto his back and held your palm to his chest as you crouched over him. You’re much stronger than he gave you credit for. Maybe you just got lucky.

“What the hell Astarion?!” You whisper trying not to wake the others. He can all but heart the beat of your heart, how quickly your blood rushes through your veins. When he doesn’t move you give him a little more space. You don’t move for a weapon or attack him as he might have expected given what it must have looked like. You simply sit down next to him and he watches the tension disappear from your shoulders, the adrenaline rush coming down with. He goes over the excuses, the ways to explain to you but you simply hold up your hand to silence him. He finds it in his best interest to do so. 

“You know you could have just asked.” He freezes like a deer in the torch light. You knew? How? How long had you known? Why hadn’t you said anything, done anything. He’s not blind to the prejudices against the creatures of his sort. Especially the ones that feed on the innocent.  yet here you are in front of him absentmindedly brushing your fingers along the side of your delicious neck. 

“Yes. Yes of course. ‘Hello my dear, I’m a blood sucking vampire spawn would you mind lending me your lovely neck for a few gulps? I’m incredibly peckish and could use a snack.’ Exactly how long do you think it would take for me to end with a stake in my chest or my handsome head removed from my ravishing body?” He ridicules and for a brief moment that pang in his chest, that tightening string reappears when you cast your eyes down and frown. It only lasts for a second before you go back to your neutral welcoming expression of understanding and compassion. 

“I just hoped you’d be able to trust us, trust me. If you’d asked I’d have said yes. Would still say yes. All you need is ask, Astarion.” He tries to decipher any means of deceit or strings attached but finds none which leads him exactly to wonder…

“Why?” You catch on to the hint of suspiciousness and guardedness but you’ve not seen anything else from the elf. You’ve witnessed him for a little bit now and you know he must have his reasons to be mistrusting and always assuming everyone’s selfishness to be the root of any actions. You made him question that entire way of thinking. Whether he deemed you an exception to his usual views, allowed you to prove him differently or he’s simply chalked you up as a very good liar, you don’t know and perhaps neither does he. 

He needed you to trust him. You do trust him. You’ve proven as much yet here he is still questioning your motives. You have your answer ready for him and by the looks of it it would be a genuine one but he doesn’t think he has the heart to actually hear it. He shakes his head. Something within him once again sparks that guilt. He feels bad for his motives of befriending you, of pursuing the path to something more, of charming you perhaps even into his bed if he kept playing his cards right but with every step he takes in that direction he can’t help but feel that guilt, and having to force himself to push down his own feelings. 

“Nevermind.” Once again Astarion flashes you a charming smile. “Now since we have this little secret out of the way, I will ask. Not a drop more than I need?” It feels so incredibly strange to blatantly ask. He knows about certain individuals who have a thing for the sharp teethed and sanguine hungers but that is not you. What you offer is not for you. It’s for him. You want to help him, truly help him and that is why you offer. He’s been feeling so weak. The animals aren’t enough. The humanoid is so much more sustaining. He’ll be strong. He has to be strong if he wants to see this all through, to finally become master of his own fate. An intrusive thought pops through his head; maybe there’s a place for you in that plan as well. 

“Only as much as you need. I’d like to keep my wits about.” The first part is a true statement. The second a half-joke. As much as he needs his strength, so do you. 

“Well then, let’s make ourselves comfortable then, shall we?” He gestures to your bedroll. You simply scoot over.

Astarion, ever so gently as if you might fade into the dawn itself, lays you down. Never once does he break eye contact. You can see the brief hesitation, then reassurance of himself, and then something akin to pain. It crosses his features in but an instant but you catch on to it either way. It seems he’s noticed you catch on but he does not read into you further. Instead he softens, brushes aside your hair as he supports your neck and back. You place one of your hands on his bicep and give a reassuring squeeze and nod. He closes his eyes and sucks in a breath before making for your neck. 

It starts as a sharp and quick pain but is overtaken by a the awareness of the sheer rush of your own blood flowing through your veins. He drinks and drinks. You gasp his name, once more squeezing his arm but no response. He’s caught up in whatever runs through him, whatever keeps him latched onto your neck. You start to feel cold, then warm and lightheaded. You can feel your heartbeat speed up as well as your breathing calms and slows. 

He doesn’t know what overcame him. This isn’t anything he’s experienced before. This is pure euphoria. You are pure euphoria. Your heart, your mind, your very soul. He doesn’t know if it’s because of the tadpole. It has to be. He feels it all. He feels it as if those feelings are his own. He feels the warmth you radiate as it warms him from within like the rays of the sun he thought he’d never be able to feel again, not without them being his end. Your compassion and affections for him, the way you allow him to cradle you, how you fit so perfectly within his embrace. You hold him dearly and think highly of him even if sometimes you disapprove of his choices, words and actions there’s not but understanding to him. Whatever this is, it is unconditional. No one has ever held an unconditional affection for him. He won’t go as far to call it love, but in a way it is. You truly do care about him. Even the whisper of his name upon your breath is like charm bells to his ears. The way you hold on to him, it means everything. And in turn it makes him regret every step he’s taken, every step he knows will lead to your heartbreak and destruction. But all this he feels through you, all this that opens within himself it is addicting and he can’t pull himself away.

By the time he stops you’re not responding. Your body is unmoving. Shit. He can fix this. Of course he can fix this. The matter now comes down to testing the limits of your forgiveness.

[renoed]

so smitten | manager! s. kaiba x idol! reader

❥ — PAIRING manager! seto kaiba x gn! idol! reader

❥ — SUMMARY It was noticeable from the moment he was assigned to you as your manager. The way your eyes lingered on him.

# A/N a request!!! eek!! I loved writing this! Seto is just ♡♡♡ love of my LIFE

Seto Kaiba stood at the head of a long glass table, hands tucked away in the pockets of his black trousers. He was the first thing you noticed when you were ushered into the room - the only member of staff you didn't recognise. The fact he stood taller than everyone else made him difficult to miss.

You'd been sat down at the opposite end of the table and one of the senior staff members had began rambling about how your manager was moving on to a rival company. It wasn't new information; she had actually come to you before she accepted the position and you'd encouraged her to make the jump.

"We hope that you'll be able to get along with Kaiba as well as you did with Kujaku!"

The tall brunet bowed down politely to you, "I'll do my best."

As he straightened himself up again, you noticed that his rectangular glasses had slipped down his nose. A long, slender finger pushed them back up to frame deep, blue eyes. Attractive was an understatement.

You let your lips curve up, crossing one of your legs over the other, "I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do."

He didn't falter at your words, or the suggestive hum you put behind them.

It didn't take long for Seto to prove that he was a phenomenal manager - better than Mai had been, as much as you hated to admit it.

Your schedule was consistently filled, while also providing you with consistent breaks. From follower increases to sales increases, Seto seemed to know exactly how to achieve anything.

"Fuck!"

That's why it came as such a surprise for you to hear him shout from your place stood outside his door, a paper bag of doughnuts tucked under your arm and two hot drinks in your hands.

"Seto? Is everything okay?" you were lucky nobody else was in his office, dropping formalities always got you scolded. You couldn't remember when you had gotten so casual with him.

Walking into his office you were met with an unfamiliar sight: tousled hair, an untucked shirt, glasses lazily left on his desk. The room, and Seto himself, looked like a tip.

"No, this could permanently damage your career. It's the furthest thing from okay that we could possibly manage."

"Slow down a second," you placed your things down on his desk before moving to stand next to him, "what's actually happened?"

A brief moment of silence settled between you before he opens his mouth again, "dating scandal."

Oh.

You didn't think before you'd asked, "between me and who?"

He tilted his phone so he could show you the screen, free hand moving to massage his temples, unwilling to look towards you.

Oh.

Any words of encouragement dropped away at the realisation that it was a photo of you and him on the screen. He's holding an umbrella over the pair of you and you're laughing at something, smile hidden behind your hand. If you squint you can see the hint of a smile on his own lips.

You remembered when that was taken: Seto had been particularly nit-picky with your performances and was telling you all his 'constructive criticism' without a single positive comment. Normally you wouldn't have batted an eye - that's just how he is - but it had really upset you and, in a rage, you decided you'd walk yourself home in the pouring rain because you couldn't bear to be in a car with him.

The pattering of rain on the pavement had completely drowned out any other sound around you, except when a car drove past and narrowly avoided getting you absolutely drenched. You weren't very far off anyway.

"You're being childish."

Seto's voice was barely audible above the rain but it was loud enough to make you stop in your tracks and wait for him. The tap of his business shoes against the pavement was unheard as he walked over to you, only stopping a couple of paces behind. In his left hand was an umbrella.

"You'll catch a cold-"

"I don't think it's childish to be upset when all you ever give me is negative feedback," came your mumbled reply, "is that all you see in me? The worst parts of my performance?"

You waited for him to make a snide retort; something about you being sensitive or unfit for being an idol. It didn't come.

Instead, the umbrella he had been holding above himself was outstretched to you. It was difficult not to break into a small smile at the action: Seto Kaiba was useless with pretty words but he knew how to make his actions count.

"I'm sorry," the words were stiff and he bowed slightly, still holding the umbrella above you as rain trickled down his hair, dropping onto his glasses and falling from the tip of his nose.

"You'll catch a cold."

Anybody else would have missed the way his eyes widened as you gently pushed on the umbrella, stepping towards him until you were both covered from the rain.

"Well, that should be easy to manage, right? Just put out a statement about how I'm being escorted by a member of my staff?" this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, a collaboration with solo-artist ATEM had created rumours immediately. You weren't sure what made this situation any different.

Seto didn't spare you a glance, just shoved his phone into your grasp and buried his face further into his hands.

The original photo had been captioned 'Them ♡: a 🧵' and beneath it were countless photos of you and Seto.

Standing together at a shoot in the winter, your hands in fluffy mittens wrapped around his. Red dusted his cheeks and at the time you had just brushed it off as the cold.

Talking together at an event, both dressed to the nines with amicable smiles on your lips.

It went on and on and on: him handing you coffee; you poking fun at him; eating at a restaurant together (although other staff members were there).

It was when you reached the last post - a short video with a screenshot next to it, captioned 'so smitten', that you began to understand.

Taken from fairly early into his role as manager, you're both stood with some other staff. They're talking to the small group about something and you glance away from the speaker to look at Seto. He does the exact same.

This moment of you catching his gaze is what has been screenshot. It's an unspoken softness that makes your stomach twist and throat tighten.

"I'm sorry," his voice was barely a murmur, eyes unwilling to meet yours, "I'm not sure how to fix this."

You had never seen him look weak before. Now he was sitting next to you, hunched over with a creased shirt, tie hanging loose and hair standing up in every direction. It felt ironic that the sight made your heart catch in your throat. You put the phone down on his desk.

"Maybe I don't want to fix it."

The words were unsure and shaky as they left your lips, but they were loud enough for Seto to hear.

"That's ridiculous- did you not hear me say this could permanently damage your career? This isn't just a joke for us to laugh at in a few months-"

Before he has chance to continue his rant, your hands grasp at the collar of his shirt and pull him towards you, lips clashing together messily. He stiffens for a second before kissing you back, only to pull away a few moments later.

"Let me be childish this time: I don't want to fix it."

The damage was done already; the rumours had already started. There was little you could do except entirely remove Seto from your staff, which was a none-option for you anyway.

You lightly tug on his collar again, "are you okay with that?"

His hands gently move to clasp your wrists, pulling you into him wordlessly until your lips meet again. More than okay, is what you settled on as his answer.

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[love-toxin]

what about a fruity 4 x a plush size angelface?

muahahahaha!!!! i cannot be contained!!!!

(cws: f!plus size!angelface, fruity four, a lil size insecurity, the spice™️, breeding, facesitting, tribbing, fluff and smut.)

more of you to love! but for real though, you'll have a group of vultures to contend with. sometimes you wonder if there's anything that goes through Steve and Robin's heads other than ass ass boobs thighs tits ass. Eddie is at least a little more cultured about it, has a little more finesse--he often hits you with the "where'd a sexy, curvy girl like you come from, huh sweetheart? did heaven decide to bless me with an angel today?" rather than just ogling you like a hound (although he definitely does do some ogling). and Nancy's usually rolling her eyes at their antics, choosing instead to ensure you get enough compliments on your personality rather than just your figure. she doesn't wanna be lumped in with the rest of those little pervs you call your partners--although to say she doesn't enjoy the way you fit in some of the clothes she buys you is an understatement at least.

aside from the obvious physical attraction, though, they absolutely adore you as a person, and despite their love for you they aren't ignorant to your own insecurities and the ones that people like to push on you. they're like a group of guard dogs--always looking out for you and getting a kick out of being your protectors. you can be sure any hurtful comments will be met with proper retaliation, whether it's malicious or just ignorant. that includes family members too! Eddie's especially not afraid to make an enemy of any grammas or aunties or parents or snot-nosed siblings, if they start spewing a load of shit about his precious angel.

Steve and Robin were the first ones to really fall for you, the two of them looking forward to your visits to Family Video, when they would both try their best to appeal to you and quietly squabble between themselves as soon as you had left. Robin would argue that they should recommend a romance movie next time you're in, while Steve wants a very specific action-comedy with a dashing protagonist that he swears looks just like him. but those disagreements go from relatively benign chatter to something deeper very quickly, heading towards conversations like "do you think she likes girls?" and "maybe we could ask her out" and the ever-popular "god, if she thinks we're freaks, I'll have to find a new job and hide in a cave forever."

once your presence was made known to Eddie and Nancy, though, and they made a point to show up at the video store when the others knew you'd be there so they could meet you, it was practically love at first sight. you smile as soon as you see them, you know their names because you're such a good listener even when Robin's rambling off-topic, and you're so friendly and nice, you don't even flinch at standing face-to-face with Hawkin's most notorious freak. you compliment his jacket, tell Nancy she's even prettier than the other two described her, and they're just hooked. they watch you duck into the aisle to grab a new tape with Robin on your heels to give you recommendations, and the three of them bow their heads together to whisper amongst themselves. making plans, hopeful that they can snatch you up and make you theirs--because you deserve to be treated so well, and they want to be the ones to do that spoiling more than anything else.

you'd count yourself lucky that they tried so hard and didn't give up the fight to make you theirs, but honestly they wouldn't have ceased unless and until you made it clear you didn't want them at all. and you're so gentle and cuddly and sweet that they just couldn't not fall for you, you're such a babygirl and they spend so much time vying for your attention, sometimes you wonder whether you've got some kind of hormone radiating off of you that makes them stick to you like glue. which, of course, also translates to the intimate parts of your collective relationship.

Eddie's biggest love for you is your tummy rolls, god, the tummy rolls. so fucking cute when you bend over, when he can see them through your clothes or he gets a peek underneath if your shirt's especially baggy--and even cuter when he's bending your legs back and folding you in half, his hips meeting yours and nearly crushing you as his mind whites out with pleasure. if not for his promise to pull out, he'd probably forget, but it's almost better than cumming inside you when he pulls out and shoots his load off all over your belly, soft skin jerking as the heat splatters all over it and you sigh with pleasured relief at the feeling. absolutely glorious every single time, it never gets old.

Steve's heavily preoccupied with the thought of "dear god, that's a belly I wanna put a baby into." more often than not. whether you want to or not, or whether you can or not, it's not like that desire rests entirely on actually producing a baby--he just loves the thought of it, loves the idea of pressing you down into his bed and breeding you, of feeling your soft rolls against his fuzzy chest and thighs as he pounds you til your eyes roll back while folding you in a mating press. and when he's done there, he'll flip you over and do it all again from behind, your hair tugged back in his fist and your ass rippling with every hard thrust as he feels those words "I love you" bubbling up in his throat the closer he gets to spilling himself inside you again.

Robin just wants you to sit on her face, sit on her face please god just let her suffocate underneath you--no, there's no weight limit, and there's no need to worry about hurting her because she promises you'll have a way to communicate without using her words. when you do end up shyly straddling her head, folds all puffy and glistening from Robin dragging her fingers through them, she's sure there's never been a moment in her life she's been more overcome with anticipation. and when she finally pulls your hips down and hears that squeaky "ah!" when her tongue meets your slit, her life is pretty much complete as she goes to work on licking you out until you've totally drenched her just like she wanted.

Nancy has very specific tastes, herself. obviously she also wants a chance at being smothered between those legs, but she's also got other motivations--primarily the thought of laying you down and riding those beautiful hips into ecstasy, each of your clits grinding up against each other so she can watch that pretty face twist up in pleasured agony as she drags out your orgasms. she loves the feeling of your chubby thighs pressing against her on either side, the soft jiggle of your tits and your tummy as she rides you, it just highlights all your best features and makes it so easy to watch you cum when you can't take any more. and, of course, seeing you pout and whine when she denies you your end, getting you so close to cumming and making you so wet only to sit back and listen to you beg for her to finish. it's just perfection.

and regardless of what they love about you intimately, they love you so much more. they love your smile and your sweetness and your attitude, they melt when you're nice to them and end up kissing you when you're annoyed, because you're just too pretty to resist. you can get whatever you want if you ever dare to ask and you can calm them down when they're upset so easily. even if they're angry at you, you can just yank up your top and flash them and suddenly whatever they were mad about they just magically forget. they love to see you have confidence, but they're not disappointed or annoyed when it comes time to reassure you--they like to do it! because it's an opportunity for them to run through all the things they love about you and remind you that you're theirs, you're theirs and you're loved and it doesn't matter what anyone else says about them or you. if you love yourself, that's awesome, and if you don't like the way you look, that's okay, too. that means they just get a little extra challenge to make you believe it, and they'll be damned if they lose that battle.

[harus-simp]

Asking you to prom (hyung line)

Kim Jiwoong, Zhang Hao, Sung Hanbin, Kim Taerae, Seok Matthew

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Author's note: a little something I wanted to try hehe ;))

If you don't like the dresses you can just pretend like it is one you like (you can even pretend it's a suit if you prefer), i choose these as an orientation due to the colours and the vibes each ones has

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How would they ask you to go to prom with them?

Jiwoong

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It wasn't for prom exactly that he invited you

Y'all were on your last year of college so it was more than obvious that some sort of party would be involved here

You both have been friends since the start of college so you were both pretty close, but not to the point of being best friends

But he always treated you so kindly, with the softest smile ever causing you to eventually catch feelings for him 😳

Little did you know that he felt the same, since you became friends he layed his eyes on you, so he wanted to ask you to go together

On a random day you were hanging out together and he just said it so casually

"Would you want to go to the party together?"

Like yes sir? Of course. Wouldn't want to disrespect you by saying no 😃

On the actual day he went to pick you up and when he saw you all dressed up like that he immediately got star strucked,like wow

Why are you so pretty?

He looked at you like a man in love (wink wink, I did that) while biting his lip

He couldn't believe how lucky he was

When you were finally there he was THE biggest gentleman

Always prioritising you in all circumstances, even when girls were trying to get his attention his eyes were on you

On the slow dance he held you so delicately by your waist making you feel like a god/goddess

When the end of the song was approximating he let all his nerves and shyness go and just closed the small distance between both, ending the night with a kiss

"I love you y/n"

How perfect is that?

Zhang Hao

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Now you and Hao didn't know each other that well

He was an exchange student that came from china and you were just another student there

You kinda thought he was handsome...

Well maybe a lot 👀

Well let's just say you had a little crush on him

But your hopes were all crushed when you heard that he had asked out the most popular girl at school

So the dress/suit you had bought was kinda gonna be on the back of the closet for sometime now

You didn't want to go at all

Days before the actual prom you were taking a stroll by a park when you saw him on a bench silently crying

And you weren't expecting that at all like????

So you slowly approached him asking what was wrong

And he didn't know if it was your tone of voice or your worried expression but he was complety sincere with you and told you that his date had kissed another guy and dumped him

You comforted him as best as you could but you were not advancing much

"I- I could go with you if you want". Those words slipped out of your mouth

He suddenly looked at you with some hope on his eyes

"Really? Oh then- then I should ask you properly"he said between giggles

And that's when he wiped off his tears and did so

On the actual day as he saw you going out of the door his eyes immediately shot up and began to literally sparkle

Why was he suddenly not feeling anything but pure attraction towards you?

He flashed you a cute smile and grabbed your hand to go together

It was an understatement to say that all eyes were on you both, even the girl that dumped him that was dying of pure jealousy and envy lol

His eyes just shined when you were on his sight

So by the end of the night he decided to take things slowly and get to know each other better first

A truly "I gave a second chance to cupid" ❤️

S.Hanbin

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The relationship between both of you was curious to say the least

You had met at a café he worked on as a barista and since then you both had always had a thing for each other

So you started kinda going out together like a couple

The problem was that it wasn't official, no one had asked the other one properly

And it was really confusing you because you really liked him for real 😞

However you were feeling kinda hopeful this time to make it official as he had gone to your house with flowers and chocolates to ask you to go to prom

Which was kinda a lot just to ask to prom actually, so you were kinda suspicious honestly (but accepted nonetheless)

The day of the prom actually came and he came to pick you up as he had promised

When he saw you he immediately complimented you on the way you looked and offered his arm to bring you to his car

On the way to the assigned place you both striked a pretty comfortable conversation talking about everything and anything

However you noticed he was kinda nervous? Him out of all people?

But before you could ask him he brought you inside of the event opening the door for you

Once inside you had the best time ever, dancing to all the songs you knew and drinking from time to time

Never leaving hanbin's side at all

When you were feeling a little bit dizzy he brought you outside to take a break and once you were feeling better he hugged you from behind and dropped the bomb

"Y/n, I know that our relationship is kinda confusing and all but one thing I know for sure is how in love I am with you, would you be my girlfriend?"

You said yes while turning around and hugging him tightly

Indeed your suspicions were correct 🤭

Matthew

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At first you were not planning to go to prom at all

You had a crush on the volleyball's team leader and was kinda expecting him to ask you out because he was really sweet with you so you were having a good feeling about it

Feeling that quickly was gone as you decided to ask him yourself (because we stan people with initiative 😌) only to be turned down by him politely

And that's what was bothering you, you couldn't hate him because he was still gentle about it 😩

Matthew, volleyball's team libero, had seen all the scene and felt horrible for you because he knew how much you liked his leader

And maybe because he did have a crush on you and knew how badly you wanted to go to prom

So he approached you after classes and asked you out instead (he smart tho)

At first you were indecisive because your heart had been broken recently

"But you wanted to go there so badly, I can't let you stay at your house all depressed like that!"

His words made you blush and question how did he even knew that in the first place

But you accepted his offer (you also found him cute so why not try it?)

Because he didn't know how to drive (let's just pretend if he does ok?) you both agreed on being brought by his older sister (we love you yaebin <3), so when you entered the car he was instantly speechless

Like he knew you were gorgeous but you looked out of this world

And of course he was teased non stop by his sis

You entered hand in hand smiling from ear to ear at each other which made everyone around you coo at how adorable you both looked <3

Your crush?

Long forgotten by you, but he couldn't help but feel guilty and a lil bit jealous of matthew

Well you ignored him anyways and had a great time with your date (which might have ended on a little peck when he brought you home 😚)

This looked promising 👌

Taerae

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You weren't planning to go with anyone in a romantic sense ❌️

You just wanted to have a good time with your friends and not think about anything else

However your friends had other plans in mind

Literally everyone had been asked out except for you and your bestie taerae

And seeing how you felt betrayed by your friends (obviously you were joking) he decided to make you happy

"Y'know, we can still have a good time both of us right?"

"Wow didn't see you like that taerae"

"No- not in that sense, I meant partying!"

You loved making fun of him like that 😜

But thinking about it for a while you realised that he was right, you both could still have a good time together

So that's what you both agreed on

Having a good time with no romantic feelings attached

On the prom day he picked you up and couldn't help but be in awe at you

But could you blame him? He has a weak spot for you (definitely not a crush)

And you were no different

When he was all focused on the road you noticed him glasses had been replaced by contact lenses and his usual hair was up instead of down making him look so hot for some reason

Had he always been that attractive?

You guys eventually had the greatest night of all

And you were literally treated like royalty by your bestie

It was like there was no one else around and you were the only one he was focused on

Were those butterflies you were feelings on your stomach?

You never thought someone was gonna make you all flustered like that

And least of all by taerae

But there was something so intimate about the look he was giving you that made you fall more into him

And he seemed to be feeling similar because soon enough you both leaned at the same time ending with a soft kiss

You didn't believe in love at all, but perhaps after that night you changed your mind completly🙈

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[creweemmaeec11]

Chilly Interview

This is my Secret Santa Gift for @watercolorfreckles ! I hope you enjoy it! <3

A very short journalist/photographer is among the crowd of press clamoring at villain for photos/a statement/etc., and they are too small to reach Villain or see past the crowd. What happens when villain notices them and pushes past the rest of the paparazzi and news reporters to offer them a personal photo/statement?

It was often hard to see through the bright camera flashes and microphones shoved in her face. This was certainly the least enjoyable part of this whole fiasco, but sadly, the media was also the fastest highway to the heroes, so Flash Freeze put up with it.

Currently, however, there were so many questions coming at her so fast it practically made her head spin, and given that she was known for her speed, that was saying something.

"How would you describe the success of your last crime?!"

"If you could steal anything, what would it be?!"

"Do you have any other hobbies?!"

She sighed. The villain didn't answer any of the questions; of course, this was normal. The media knew that. They were lucky she was letting them take so many photos and getting so close in the first place. Most villains didn't extend even that much courtesy. She was just using them to get the attention of the hero agency, though, and the media also knew this.

It was a symbiotic relationship, in theory.

In reality, the media were bloodthirsty gulls, and it was like her silence only encouraged them. Every single reporter competing to get one of the rare answers she did offer. Typically short and curt, but as valuable as they were rare. Worth fighting over.

"What do you think of the city's newest hero programs?!"

"Stupid," she deadpanned, disinterested, "and useless,"

She was hoping an answer might satiate the crowd a bit, but she should have known better. A drop of blood in the water only attracted the sharks.

"Why do you think that?!"

"Could you elaborate on that?!"

"What would you say to someone who was thinking about enrolling?!"

The villain sighed again, checking her watch. Hero sure was taking his sweet time.

When she looked back up, that was when she first noticed him, even through the bright flashes.

A lone reporter, who had seemingly given up on trying to fight through the crowd, and she could see why. To say he was pretty short would be an understatement, but he was also on his own, lacking the camera crew that would have helped him push through the crowd.

But... it was more than that. Sure, his height was one thing, but that wasn't the whole story. He was a competent reporter, based on the nice suit jacket and professional recorder hooked on his belt. He was wearing a look of disappointment, not in himself, but in the lengths he would have to go to get a statement. He'd chosen not acting like a savage animal over getting a possible promotion.

There was a certain respect she felt for that, to not stoop below your own morals.

Not that he had much of a choice anyway, with his height and all...

She watched the reporter as he idly stood back, looking as though he was contemplating leaving, before he glanced back at the circus before him, causing their eyes to meet.

He seemed to freeze in place, sucking in a sharp breath of surprise, which was pretty damn cute, in Villain's humble opinion.

She smirked, still holding his gaze before vanishing in a blur. It only took a millisecond with her super speed to whizz around the crowd and appear next to him, startling him so much he nearly dropped his microphone. The sound he made wasn't quite a squeak... but let's just say he was probably lucky his recorder wasn't on.

The villain's ice-blue eyes glinted dangerously, like the light of a sharp icicle, just waiting to fall.

"I'm sorry; what was your question?" She asked innocently, a stark contrast to the mischievous amusement on her face.

His eyes widened, staggering, before he quickly fumbled to click his recorder on.

"I- right- uhm," He took a breath, composing himself, "I was wondering-"

He wasn't even able to get his question out before the rest of the bloodthirsty mob had reswarmed them, shoving the microphone back into villain's face while their million questions overlapped each other.

She glared.

All of a sudden, a loud crackling or fizzing-like sound could be heard emanating from below as Flash Freeze's eyes began glowing. The reporters and camera crews gasped as a thick layer of frost began spreading across the ground.

"I don't believe..." the villain began, voice suddenly echoing and haunting as frost danced from her breath with every word, "I was talking to any of you,"

Suddenly a large ice spike shot up out of the ground, causing the hoard of reporters to jump backwards. More and more began erupting, pushing the whole crowd back with an orchestra of cries.

Everyone except the reporter she actually wanted to speak to right now, who had been separated by the ice pyres.

"Simple human decency," the villain sighed, "so rare nowadays," she turned back to the reporter, who looked pale enough to be made of the ice that surrounded him, "You were *trying* to say?"

He swallowed, but nodded, "Thank you, I uh, I was wondering how exactly you pick your... uh... targets,"

After asking, he extended his microphone over, hand definitely not shaking slightly, holding it a respectable distance away from her.

"Oh look, you're not trying to force me to eat the microphone! How polite!" She fake gasped, her tone full of sweet mockery as she glared at the cameras that still peered over her ice spikes.

"As for my targets... I guess it depends. Sometimes I'm going for something because it has materialistic or monetary value, sometimes strategic value, other times, it's just caught my interest. There's no one determining factor,"

That was the single longest statement she'd ever given the tabloids. And the reporter's wide eyes confirmed he knew this as well. The villain smiled sweetly, causing him to blush.

He drew the microphone back, "What are your favourite parts about being a villain?" He questioned, adjusting the glasses on his nose, before returning the microphone to her.

"Oh there's so many things," she mused dreamily, one arm across her stomach, the other elbow resting atop it with her hand under her chin, thinking, "I'm my own boss; no day is ever the same, the payout..." her eyes drifted over the civilian in front of her, "and the cute reporters are always a plus..."

The reporter immediately went bright red, but before anyone could respond further, the hero's voice echoed through the streets, "Flash Freeze!"

"Oop, that's my cue!" The villain quipped, before she abruptly reached forward, hand slipping under the reporter's jacket. Said reporter went statue still, sucking in a sharp breath, eyes wide as he felt her ice-cold fingers exploring.

She quickly found the inner pocket of his jacket with his business cards, pulling one out and twirling it between her fingers as she began stepping back.

"We'll have to continue this conversation during our interview later," she winked.

Then, there was a sudden blur, and just like that, she was gone.

[hanako-kozume]

Ah, who doesn't love a good old Fake-dating and there was only one bed trope? The fanfic classics and I can imagine no better for this than our beloved SakuAtsu ship.

Chaos is truly an underappreciated piece of art.

"What do you want Motoya? I'm at practice," Sakusa grumbled while pressing the door to the locker room open with his shoulder since his hands were occupied with his bag and phone, as well as a water bottle he intended to drink from when his cousin called. Apparently early in the morning when both of them had their respective occupations was the best time for a little chat.

"No, you're on your way to practice. Subtle but important difference." Komori corrected.

"Not really, I'm already here and late. Miya won't let me live this down the whole day."

A small chuckle echoed from the other end of the line. "I know but you still gotta change so just put me on speaker. I have to talk to you."

Sakusa rolled his eyes but obliged. His cousin for sure could be annoying but if he said there was something to talk about he trusted him that it wouldn't be something trivial. "You're lucky that you caught me the one day I'm late. If the others were here I wouldn't—"

"If by day you mean week then sure. You're not as unpredictable as you think, Kiyo. Whenever you're stressed you over-organize stuff until you're so far in the future that you forget the present. Happens every year when family events roll around."

Sakusa scowled at his phone as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Which by the way is exactly what I wanted to talk about." Komori continued.

"There is nothing to talk about. I'm not going." Sakusa insisted.

"You will."

"Why? So that my parents can pretend they have forgotten my coming out yet again and play matchmaker, setting me up with one of the daughters from Mom's friends. Again."

"I'm not saying you're not justified in not going, I'm just saying that you won't. Despite everything I ever tell you, you can't seem to cut ties with them." The libero let out a sigh.

"If you haven't noticed they hold my inheritance and any financial support over my head like a guillotine, ready to be cut off any time. If volleyball doesn't—"

"But it will. Honestly Kiyo, you're doing so well for yourself."

Silence followed his statement as Sakusa wasn't sure what to say to that. He went to the sink to refill his water bottle just to have an excuse to finish the conversation before attending the very job he was putting in jeopardy over this.

"Doesn't matter." Komori continued. "We won't get anywhere like this. I just wanted to say that maybe I have a solution for the matchmaking. I know you hate it."

He did. He really did but any attempt to stop it was a fight against the tide. The flood would come regardless.

He lied about having a boyfriend, it continued. He lied about having a girlfriend, they wanted proof. He had an actual boyfriend, who broke up with him because he couldn't endure his parent's antics anymore. They tried setting him up on dates in front of him.

To say he was tempted by Motoya's suggestion was an understatement.

"I'll take your silence for curiosity. So why don't you get yourself a date?" he suggested.

And here he had gotten his hopes up. "You know how that went the last time."

The pain was far from fresh anymore but he was still upset. It wasn't like he had been the love of his life but he was nice and certainly didn't deserve to be treated like garbage and worst of all Sakusa already had a really hard time finding someone he considered genuinely romantically attractive from which point on most were scared off by his odd nature and germophobia and now the rest was chased away by his family... great, he thought sarcastically.

"No, that's not what I meant. Nothing serious just a fling or it could even be fake. Get someone who can put up with these idiots and warn them." Komori elaborated. "If you want your peace of mind ask a woman, if you want to piss off your parents find a good partner in crime. Personally, that's my favourite option."

"You're clearly overestimating my social skills. How many friends do you think I have who I could ask something like that?"

"Okay, so the fling isn't an option?"

"I won't toy with anyone's emotions like that."

"It's not 'toying with someone's emotions' if the intentions are clear from the get-go and both agree." his cousin protested.

Sakusa knew that. After all, he had several flings throughout his high school years, and shortly after, some just to spite his parents. It was a lame excuse and childish because quite frankly after a few rebounds — just casual stuff nothing serious — following his previous relationship his parents had ruined, he felt no desire to get involved with anyone for a while.

Not really to his surprise, casual sex wasn't really for him and he indulged in it less and less over the years. It helped that he got more independent and mentally stable as soon as he was away from home.

"As to who, what about 'Miya'?" Sakusa almost choked on air. "If he manages to tick you off so efficiently, your parents should be a piece of cake." He could practically hear the grin in Komori's voice.

"We are not friends." he close to growled, trying to convey the disdain toward Motoya's idea.

The liberi pretend not to hear it. "I'll admit the amount of sexual tension between the two of you is a bit uncommon for platonic relationships but I won't judge and hey, I think you're on a pretty good way," he said encouragingly.

Sakusa's jaw clenched and he felt the distinct desire to reach through the phone and throw something at his cousin. "I have to go to practice now."

"Think about it! You could—" He hung up. The ace placed his phone in his bag, took his water bottle, and quickly hurried out to the others, bowing to his coach in apology as he passed him before joining the others.

Meian acknowledged his lateness with a slight bit of earning protest from Atsumu that he would always get scolded when he was too late, which admittedly didn't happen as often as Sakusa expected — he truly seemed to love his job — bit still on average no one could compare to Sakusa in being on time.

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To make up for being late Sakusa ran a couple of extra laps around the gym after training, unprompted but earning a nod of approval from coach Forster. As such he was last when entering the locker rooms again, catching a few snippets of a very interesting conversation.

"I'm telling you, Bo, there is something between Omi-san and Tsumu. I'd bet on it." Hinata whispered, which meant the whole team could hear.

"No way, Tsum-Tsum for sure would have told us if that was the case!" Bokuto added. He was certainly the only one who was even worse than Hinata at controlling the volume of his voice.

"Don't you see how they look at each other sometimes?!" the smaller insisted.

At each other? He didn't think he glanced at the blonde any longer than necessary on and off the court.

"I'm kinda with Bokuto in this one," Thomas chimed in. "Atsumu is such a show-off. He wouldn't have shut up about it if—"

"If what?" The person in question joined the conversation. "You know it's not nice to talk about propel behind their back." Apparently, he had just left the showers while the others were already changing into normal clothes again.

"Is there something between you and our favourite germaphobe?" Inunaki asked him directly.

"Who? Omi? Nah, but I'm sure he likes me." he said in his typical confident tone and Sakusa rolled his eyes, though he was sure Atsumu didn't mean it in a romantic way.

"As friends or—?" Hinata questioned.

"Of course, as friends. I'm not even sure he likes men."

"Dude, you're blind." Thomas laughed and Sakusa heard a rustling as he shouldered his back.

"Yeah, though I think you'd be too annoying for him. Even as friends. Sorry, Tsumu." Inunaki added nonchalantly.

"Huh?! Who are you calling annoying!? I bet he likes me!"

"Sure, let's say ten bucks?" the white-haired suggested.

"You're on!"

From the corner, Sakusa heard the not-so-quiet mumbling of Bokuto and Hinata making their own bets about whether they'd end up together.

Sakusa leaned against the wall of lockers separating them exasperated and contemplating his options. Maybe, just maybe, Motoya wasn't so wrong. And now he had something he could offer Atsumu in return, his pride. He was fairly certain Miya would do a fair deal for that.

He walked in, knowing that waiting any longer would come off as weird — if it wasn't already — and went straight to the showers. He knew he would have the chance to catch Atsumu afterwards before he left. He was always the last to leave while Sakusa was usually the first. The only reason he noticed were days like these when he was late in the morning.

True to his expectations once he returned Atsumu was still there slowly dressing himself.

"I heard about the bet." he started after the last of the others had left.

He said it as nonchalantly as possible while putting the towel aside and putting on his neatly folded clothes. Atsumu flinched and made an unintelligent noise of being caught.

"I'm sorry Omi, it was just a silly little... If you prefer I'll cancel it. Not that there is much use to it now anyway."

Sakusa watched him struggle and waited until his blabbering subsided before he continued. "Not necessary."

The blonde looked up surprised.

"I actually wanted to suggest a deal that might be beneficial for the both of us."

Atsumu's eyes narrowed in suspicion and Sakusa had the slight hunch that he didn't want to know what was going on in his head at that very moment. So he quickly resumed talking. "My parents plan a family get-together for this weekend. They are quite conservative, not to say outright homophobic, and always try to match me with some random girl so Motoya suggested I bring a date to stop them. "And preferably annoy them a bit. Since I know no one more annoying than you..." he explained.

Atsumu raised his brows before his typical smug smirk spread on his face that made him look somewhere between punch and kissable. "So ya want me to be yet date Omi-Omi?"

"Fake-date" he was quick to clarify.

"Sure, right. Because you don't actually like men."

"I like men, just not idiots like you."

Atsumu's eyes grew round in surprise. He was shocked, so much so that he almost forgot to be offended by the last part. He pouted. "And what do I get from that? I don't particularly fancy ya taking jabs at me for the whole weekend. I don't really have a thing for humiliation." he grinned as Sakusa almost choked and struggled to keep his composure, while his cheeks burnt red and he glared at the setter.

Deep breaths. This was exactly why he was perfect for this.

"This. You can be your full-on obnoxious self the whole weekend, flirt with me as aggressively as you like with no holding back and piss off some conservative assholes in the process. I know that that is one of your favourite hobbies."

Atsumu grinned wildly, almost feral and Sakusa just knew he'd be in for a wild ride if the blonde agreed. Letting him run free was a dangerous calculation for Kiyoomi's dignity and just hoped he would get to enjoy his parent's sour expression without getting too flustered and before he died of embarrassment.

"And you win the bet," he added finally.

The clear, joyous laugh of the setter echoed through the room and from the walls as he held his sides, as though Sakusa had just told him the funniest joke he had ever heard, irritating the spiker further.

"You got a deal, Darling." the blonde grinned.

"Save the pet names for the weekend, Miya." He quickly rushed to get out before Atsumu could see the blush blossoming on his cheeks, rapidly rising in intensity. Pray to the gods that he'd survive this one.

[kazuhahuzak]

If you were given the chance

ScaramoucexReader (no pronouns used)

Warnings: Angst with no comfort ( don’t we just love that), kind of bad, kind of rusty writting and emo.

To others, Scaramouche seemed like a hard person to talk to. In the halls he wore an unreadable expression so it was kind of impossible to really know what he was thinking about. But if you were able to push past that cold extroxier, you'd be able to experience his fun, talkative but also teasing side of him. If you were lucky enough he might’ve gone up to you a few things during school, just to tease you for something of course. If you were able to breach all these stages, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you had grown to like his friendly side and gain a little crush on him.

A little crush was an understatement to say the least, you were one of the “lucky” people to have overcome the semi-awkward convos and move over to hearing each other's voices rather than texting and the more you talk to him, the more you’re falling into a deep hole called love.

The way he carried himself over text was something but let's forget about his way of words, you were ashamed to admit but it did something to you. But you know you shouldn't, the things you’ve heard from people were, let's say, not the brightest flags a man could have. The fact you’ve gushed over him so much to your friends but they’ve told you he wasn’t a good guy and you should stop talking to him over and over but everytime, you never listened.

Maybe this is the reason that this happened to you, you’re sitting in your room balling your eyes out. Maybe if you had listened to all the warnings from your friends, maybe if you had never replied to his story of him falsely saying he was moving and never coming back to your home city, probably just wanting people to ask him if he was serious or not, this wouldn’t have happened. Just maybe you wouldn't be here but what's done is done.

You remember that day like it was just a few hours ago, you two had been following each other on instagram for quite awhile, since december and it was now end of march, just in time for spring break. You two had talked before that, just short and random conversations about a story he had replied to or it was you who started the conversation, doesn't matter.

You were randomly scrolling on instagram stories like you usually do and you had come across his, it said something like “finally leaving this stupid city” I mean it wasn't wrong but it was surprising so you thought, you haven't talked in awhile so what's the harm in talking to him again you know? so you did. The conversation went a lot like back and forth of him saying he is but truthly he was lying.

But that was the conversation that started everything.

All those late night calls, even listening to his whole 5 hour playlist he had made because you asked him about his music taste, it had played in the background while you studied for at least three days.. Every Time you had gotten a text from him your heart started to race as if it was about to sink down into your stomach from nervousness and excitement.

You enjoyed every single call you had with him even though your first time ever calling with him you said some pretty questionable things,

“Bro I’m actually so cold right now” “You’re what?” he asked “ I'm shivering right now for some reason” “bro what??” followed with a laugh.

his laugh.

He had this unique laugh that if you heard it in the background of a noisily video, you would be able to point it out. Everything about him was so different from others,

it ranged from his jellyfish-like hair style or even his hair colour or maybe it was the raspiness of his voice when he talked or how it changed the more he talked turning into something very soft and comforting, maybe that was another big reason you could not stop liking him. He was so different from the rest and that made him so attractive and so interesting at the same time.

You even stayed up late at night just for him to fall asleep over call then you would leave because you were afraid that you were going to say something weird in your sleep if you ever stayed on call.

You had spent nearly every day of your spring break and nearly a full month talking to him just to find out,

you weren’t special.

You had found out from him that he actually had a crush already. In that moment your heart dropped so far into your stomach , you weren’t at all aware of this. You were rethinking all those times you were calling with him and he would say these flirty things towards you or put his arm around your shoulder at random times in the hallways, as if he liked you or something. Apparently he didn’t.

At that moment it turned sour. You tried acting as if it didn’t bother you, why would it? It wasn't like you two were dating or anything. You had no right to feel upset about this. Even so, you felt regret and sadness overcome you. You felt like you were strung along just for his amusement.

After that night you had a lot to think about, how it even went wrong with him and how he didn’t even feel anything towards you. You went through a cycle of emotions and even went through some tears. But even so, even after feeling used for entertainment when his crush couldn’t talk at that moment or when she was busy or even after being used as a puppet he would just string along him, even after all these emotions he put you through, you think to yourself;

You don’t regret it.

If you had a chance to turn back in the past and change anything, you wouldn’t, truthfully you wouldn’t have it any other way, as bad as it sounds its the truth. You would even go as far as saying, if you could, you would relive it all over again.

These were times which really made you happy , maybe it wasn’t good for your sake and wellbeing but how were you supposed to know? Maybe you were just too delusional to even recognize the big bright red flag, maybe even too delusional to see the problem.

After you had woken up and realised he wasn’t worth your time anymore, you started slowly but surely gave him less attention then before, as if he even noticed it, but you still did it. But the moment you stopped reaching out and started the conversations, you notice you never got any back.

You stopped trying to look for him in the hallways, searching for that figure you knew too well. But it was so hard, when everytime you would give him one small glance he would show up in such an attractive outfit suiting him so well or hearing him laugh about something, which made it even harder then it was before to move on.

The more you stare and notice him you are reminded of all those times you two spent late at night talking to each other giggling to one another, sharing things about each other that the other party might have not known of, as if you weren’t the only person he did these things with. All you could see in him was those memories that were once real and were real happening in real time, but now,

it was as if there wasn’t anything between you two before, like you never existed and were never part of his life in the first place.

Even putting into account all the circumstances if there was ever a chance, if he ever gave you the chance; to go back and relive all these feelings and moments even if it ended the same, you would take it.

A/N: Hello everyone! HII omg i haven’t written/published anything in a hot minute (two years HELPEEL) anyways um i think this kind of turned out cring but also not yk? HELEP um hopefully it made you tear up because i am sick of being the tearing up by theses really well written genshin angst ABHAHA oka but anyways um hopefully you enjoyed this and it was at least a little bit understandable?? UM questions or anything else welcomed UHH i just hope this wasn’t a hard read OK BYE NOW!