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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — P.JS

SYNOPSIS: Beach parties are supposedly fun and exciting, aren’t they? Wrong. Experiencing college parties is rare for you, but you decided to give this one a go after your best friend’s constant pleas. Things were alright until everything turned sour when trouble found you and eventually you were roped into a fight alongside the campus’ famous hockey playboy. As if that wasn’t enough, the devil himself conjured up an idea that you found yourself being entangled in. It was all fun and games up until confusion arose, feelings being confessed and played, in the end, Jay had to learn how to get the girl, his girl.

PAIRINGS: ice hockey player!jay x afab!reader

GENRE: strangers to frenemies to lovers, fake dating au, college sports au, romance, fluff, angst, secret pining

WARNING(S): drinking, parties, profanities, slight violence, possessive jay, mentions/hints of cheating, miscommunication, slow burn-ish, a pinch of suggestiveness

WC: 21k

AUTHOR NOTES: yes, the title is based on taylor swift's song, the story is lowkey inspired from it hehe! i also included a scene which was inspired from "sleet kitten" so credits to that ;) PLEASE LEAVE A FEEDBACK! it would mean THE WORLD to me <3 hope you enjoy!

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“WHY AM I HERE?”

You found yourself asking your best friend, Minji, only after barely ten minutes of setting foot into the party. Look, you didn’t wish to complain, but a beach party basically equaled sand in shoes, which you absolutely hate and despise, yet you were stuck here against your will.

It all started on a random stroll across campus where Minji brought up the night beach party hosted by some rich frat boy, typical. Being the anti-party person you were, you brushed the idea away initially. Hey, staying in bed with a cup of tea was miles better than having sand in your shoes and frat boys trying to get into your pants, yuck. But eventually, you gave into the idea of relaxing and letting go for once after a horrid chemistry test. How you absolutely regretted that choice now.

“You’re here to enjoy yourself,” Minji hissed through her teeth, holding onto your hand as the two of you walked past strangers. “What’s wrong with getting free booze and some hot hunky beach boys?”

“Everything is wrong with that. Their booze sucks and the beach boys hide at night,” you huffed, hugging your body tight as the wind blew across your face, the smell of sea lingered in the air.

“There are still some cute guys here,” Minji kicked at the sand lightly, staring around where people were littered in groups here and there, a small bonfire alighted in the middle of the beach. “The hockey guys are here,” she nodded at the loudest bunch in the area.

You knew a part of them since you did occasionally stop by to watch a few major hockey games, but definitely not well enough to pair their names to their faces. You spotted the captain first and the one with freshly dyed white hair, who you recognized was also his usual partner on ice, then there was the player with a really odd number, 99. Was it Jason, James or Jeremy? All you could remember was him being number 99 and having a J name, not to mention, an interesting reputation to his name.

"They're cute, don't you think so?" Minji nudged you and you shrugged.

"Cute but fuckboys, and I need them to step up during major games too,"

"You should ignore the hockey part about them. It'll hurt less when they lose," Minji's head turned and she pointed to another group. "The footballers are there too. Trust me, they're bigger fuckboys,"

"Oh, I can tell," you spotted many of them already having a girl by their sides, whispering and giggling while they poured each other more drinks. "This is why I'd rather go back to the dorms,"

"Maybe, maybe not. Something entertaining will eventually happen at these types of parties,"

"I feel like you'll jinx it,"

Minji threw her hands up in defence, raising her eyebrows and shrugging. "Don't blame me, blame the system,"

"There's no system," you shot back, suddenly feeling the need to walk away for a moment as the beach slowly overwhelmed you. (you hated the beach, can't you already tell?) "I need to stop by the restroom for a while, look after my drink, will you?"

You were practically racing to the nearby restroom, finally escaping the area and being able to breathe freely without drunk college students bumping into you. The restroom was basically just a single cubicle, so you were squeezed tightly and you felt uncomfortable as each second passed. You were praying to God that you get to leave this place pronto.

Leaving the cubicle made you feel slightly more grateful about the beach, but upon only a second from exiting, you started hearing shouts coming not far from where you were. At first, you wondered if you’ve reached the point of hallucination, but following a few more grunts and yells, you knew you weren’t. Your body tensed immediately considering it's a distance from the main area. What could even be happening here?

You knew this was how horror movies usually start, but your curious mind just had to wander off further into the abyss and bring your leg along, so you chose the stupidest decision and followed the distant commotion.

'I'm not dying tonight. I'm not dying at a beach. I'm going to be fine' were the affirmations you repeated in your head, though you felt quite the opposite of that.

"Fuck you, are you banging my girl?"

That was when you stopped in your tracks completely, thrown absolutely off guard, eyes widened and lips forming into an 'O'. It wasn't a murder case, but from the way the conversation sounded, it was about to be one.

"I didn't bang your girl, who the fuck are you?" Another voice spat back and you inched closer, hiding behind the other cubicle and you peeked your head out, shocked at the sight before you.

There was already a small crowd surrounding the commotion, who wouldn't want to miss a free show anyway? But the bigger matter on hand was the centre of attention, the two guys were the campus' well known hockey player and footballer.

You recognized the footballer at once, remembering the time where Minji practically shoved his Instagram profile into your face. Yoon Keeho. Star player paired along with his amazing features, he was a popular figure who had a popular girlfriend from the dance team, Karina. They were basically every comics' perfect couple.

Then there was the hockey player, your jaw could only hang lower in plain shock. Mr 99, hockey star and infamous playboy, you knew he was trouble, but this kind of trouble? A little unexpected from him.

"Look man, I know people say I fuck around a lot, but I never fucked her!" It was obvious Mr 99 was starting to get heated, but the footballer was relentless in egging him on.

"Oh fuck off man, I know you did it!"

This back and forth had you rolling your eyes, eventually getting bored from the “no I didn't”s and “yes you did”s thrown back and forth, so you slowly crept back, trying your best to avoid tripping over rocks and shells.

'Crack'

You spoke too soon. Way too soon.

"Hey!"

You took a few cautious steps ahead. Maybe if you just pretend nothing happened and continue walking, it would be fine. Maybe if you walked away, he wouldn't notice—

"Hey!"

You squeezed your eyes shut, contemplating between immediate death or a quick dash away, but neither could be decided when the voice kept on calling after you, ruining your patience completely and you whipped around, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Yes?"

Mr 99 stared back at you, a sinister look in his eyes. From the looks of it, he had something evil brewing in that head of his and soon, you were about to be the victim of his dodgy plan.

What came out of his lips next definitely made you wish you were home instead and simultaneously, wishing you had the freedom to strangle him. This fucker—

"That's my girlfriend there, she can vouch for me," you heard him telling Keeho, a smug smile on his face. Girl … friend? Gasps were heard and all eyes were on you in an instance. "Come here, babe, I've been looking for you!"

You blinked, your body absolutely rigid and unmoving as if paralysed. This couldn't be happening, right? Please wake me up from this dream. I'm just hallucinating—

"Babe, come on," your brief dissociation had you completely unaware that Mr 99 was now in front of you, dragging you by your wrist towards the scene of commotion.

"What are you doing?" You whispered harshly into his ear, making sure it wasn't loud enough for the other couple to realise from a distance away.

"Play along, please, I'll pay you," he pleaded, desperation clear in his voice. Who were you to say no to free cash? Nevertheless, you still hated being the centre of attention, and Mr 99 here was only making matters worse.

"I don't even know you,"

"I'm Jay from literature, so technically now you do. Just help me for a few minutes," he grunted through his gritted teeth, flashing his best version of puppy eyes that failed to execute its purpose.

“Do you even know my name?” you hissed lowly, glaring pointedly at him. He could only sigh in exasperation. He had the audacity to seem annoyed while you were literally the one who’s getting dragged to her demise.

“You’re Y/N from English literature. We have the same classes and I’m not a douche for not knowing my classmates, okay?” you were slightly pleased, but not enough to be someone’s fake girlfriend for show. Against your free will, you and Jay were finally standing face to face with the couple.

"So you're his girlfriend?" Keeho had an eyebrow raised, a sense of accusation and suspicion in his gaze. He was so not buying this.

You glanced at Jay, face twisted in uneasiness, not loving the idea of this, but instead, he shot you an encouraging look which was screaming 'go on, tell him'. "Y–yeah. Girlfriend,"

Keeho was unconvinced and you couldn't blame him, you were doing a shit job at pretending to be someone you weren't. "Where was your boyfriend yesterday at night? Was he out?"

"He—" the words got stuck in your throat and Jay raised his eyebrows at you, mouthing some random words you totally couldn't decipher. "He went out on a date with me,"

"To?"

"Baskin Robbins …?"

Keeho remained unamused, his girlfriend holding onto him snickering silently under her breath, and you, on the other hand, got naturally defensive.

"What's wrong with ice cream? At least my man cared enough to bring me out for ice cream dates instead of letting me cheat on him freely. Just saying,"

"What?"

Now it was Keeho and Jay's turn to stare at you with their jaws hung low. Karina's face gradually grew scarlet, her lips twisted into a snarl. "What do you even know about my relationship? Keep out of my business, you bitch,"

"Hey, who the fuck are you to call her a bitch?" Jay stepped in front of you, an arm shielding you and Karina cowered away. Damn, he was good at this.

"Don't talk to her like that, you fuck," Keeho spat at Jay, daringly pushing Jay on the chest and he stumbled slightly into your arms.

Jay scoffed, brushing his front and adjusted his shirt, shaking his head a little. "You're such a dick, Yoon Keeho. You're the prime example why I hate footballers,"

"And you hockey players are the reason why you're dragging the school's name to the ground,"

"Save the talk, we literally won the playoffs while you and your team could barely crawl to the top—"

You gasped, and so did everyone else watching. Keeho had thrown a hard punch across Jay's pretty face, which meant Jay's aggravation unfortunately worked a little too well on the footballer.

To your surprise, Jay took the hit better than you'd expected. He did seem taken aback at the start, but then he started laughing instead. Was he secretly psychotic?

You would be lying if you said you weren't shell shocked initially, but after a moment of recovery, you peeked over his shoulder, staring at his face for any obvious bleeding or bruising, unaware of how close your face was to his.

"You okay, big man?"

"Took it like a champ," he muttered back, a smirk pulled at his lips, seeming as though nothing had even happened. "Permission for me to punch him back, girlfriend?"

"He's all yours. Go beat his ass, boyfriend,"

Jay shrugged nonchalantly, rubbing the side of his face roughly and in a flash, he threw a punch back at Keeho and panicked whispers broke out in the crowd.

"Look man, this is a misunderstanding, I totally didn't fuck your girlfriend," Jay panted, his eyes narrowing at Karina.

"Don't look at me like that," she snapped back, but her voice wavered, giving away the fact that she was obviously hiding something and was intimidated by the way Jay could see right through her.

"Oh come on, fess up, I'm pretty sure I saw you with Yeonjun,"

Karina stilled, her eyes beginning to twitch. Bingo. You didn’t sit through a boring psychology talk once for nothing.

"You don't know shit about me,"

"Okay, say that to Yeonjun the next time he finds you,"

Maybe you did regret having too big of a mouth. You just had to blabber on and agitate the mean girl and now you were reenacting a scene from one of your favourite high school rom coms.

Before you could even register what's happening, you felt a sharp tug at your hair and pain washed over your whole head. Getting bald wasn't the thing you wished for upon reaching here. You screamed on instinct, reaching over to grab Karina's hair in defence, invoking a loud cry from her.

Jay and Keeho were left stunned at the turn of events. Hell, you were stunned at the attack yourself. Who would've thought you would be sacrificing strands of hair to Miss Dancer? They eventually came to their senses (thank heavens) and tried to pull you and Karina off of each other. It was strenuous work just trying to break you two apart, your hand was unwilling to let go and neither were hers.

She might’ve been a dancer, but you’ve experienced more fights than this. Jay managed to rip you off of Karina and you were left dishevelled, heaving heavily, Jay's hands wrapped around your chest from the back.

"Calm down. Breathe. You're so close to ripping all her hair out," he whispered into your ear, his breath fanning your ears. If you weren't so out of breath and adrenaline spiked, you would be weak in the knees by now.

"Good. She was the one who laid her hands on me first," you spat, glaring straight at her and she did the same, hair and attire equally as messy as yours.

"Look man," Jay called out to Keeho, grabbing his attention away from his murderous girlfriend. "I might fuck around a lot, but I swear I didn't touch your girl. I never stoop that low and you know it. Go ask her for the truth yourself, I'm leaving now,"

Jay got ahold of your hand and pulled you away from the wandering eyes and lingering attention. You almost got a whiplash, unable to even yourself completely together and digest what even went on before he dragged you towards the main area.

"Woah, woah, wait," you yanked your arm away, stopping abruptly which made Jay turn around, a questioning look on his face. Why is he looking at me like that? You thought as you crossed your arms.

"Look, you might've saved my ass from Miss Crazy over there, but the part where you dragged me in your stupid drama, so not cool,"

"I know, I'm sorry, okay? You were just coincidentally … there,"

"Wow," you exclaimed in disbelief, face scrunched in slight distaste. "Girlfriend, huh … I hate to burst your bubble but there were people there and if—" you poked at his chest and he stared at you, a slight smirk on his lips, "—people actually believe we're dating, I'll beat you up,"

"What's so wrong about me?" He whistled, leaning down to meet your challenging gaze, a sarcastic grin wide on that devilish face of his. Maybe if he wasn't this annoying, you would've found him pants-dropping hot.

"I hate you," you continued your journey back, brushing past him and he could only let out a laugh at your words.

"Oh, come on," he caught your wrist and pulled you to him, making you land on his chest with a soft thud. If only someone could take a picture of this, it would be something straight out of a 2000s classic romcom.

"You're ridiculous, let go," you tried to get your hand out of his, but he persisted in holding onto you.

Pushing and pulling was something you hated. Whether it was in relationships or just whatever this was, you wished it was gone, because in the next second of tug of war, one of you decided to lose balance and fall to ground.

To your biggest nightmare and headache, you ended up lying on top of Mr 99, Jay, the devil in disguise. The beach was already a nightmare for you, but a fucking man under you? You wished you could disappear now.

"Do you always like this position?"

"If only I could choke you to death in it, then sure,"

"Kinky. You're really romantic,"

"I know," you gritted out, finally mustering all your energy to push yourself up and away from Jay, almost losing your balance in the process. You definitely wouldn't want to fall on him again.

You dusted sand off of your shorts, peeking slightly at Jay, who remained on the ground, his hands behind his head to support him as his stare remained on you, a small smile on his face. You truly wondered what was running through that head of his. Knowing him, it was probably nothing good.

“Do you think we’ll meet again after this?”

You scoffed, a frown etched on your features. “You’re acting like I’m cinderella. I’m on the campus,”

“I mean, we both might be on campus, but that doesn’t mean we’ll cross path,”

“It sounds like you’re trying to propose something—” Jay opened his mouth to respond, but you continued off, not letting him interrupt, “—whatever it is, it’s a ‘no’ from me, okay?”

“Alright, rude,” Jay pushed his body up from the sands, sitting cross legged paired with an offended look. “I’m not trying to propose anything. What’s that dirty mind of yours thinking? I was simply wondering,”

You squinted at him, doubt in your gaze and your face scrunched, humming softly. “Let’s leave our next meeting to fate again. I’m afraid if I keep seeing you I might—”

“Fall in love?”

“Explode. Close enough,” you grimaced, shaking the sand off your shoes. "Look, I'm leaving now. Good luck on not getting beat up again," you turned to leave, but halting once Jay spoke again.

"Will I be seeing you at my matches?"

You pondered for a second, then shrugged. "Depends. I'm not a big hockey fan, but who knows?"

You heard a small chuckle from Jay, rolling your eyes a little. "Fine by me. Let's see how fate sets us up then, Y/N."

You wished fate didn't set you and him up. You wished fate would never ever do so. You didn’t wait for another minute and quickly dashed away, finding your way back to the main area that (thankfully) wasn’t far from where you were. It seemed that the fight didn’t reach the main area where everyone was from the way they were all dancing and drinking like normal.

“Where were you?” Minji pulled you close to her once you had managed to locate her amongst the bunch, concern laced in her voice. “And what the fuck happened to you? Why’s your hair messed up? Wait—” the worry in her gaze soon turned into suspicion. “You didn’t have a secret hookup right?”

“What? No!” you shrieked, glancing around in slight embarrassment at your voice rising unintentionally. Just thinking about what had happened just now gave you a first degree burn of embarrassment, it was going to be your first and last experience, never again. “I … got into a fight,”

“You what?”

“Listen,” you placed a hand on Minji’s shoulder, trying to calm her down while inching closer and making sure to keep your voice down. “I stumbled upon a messy couple related drama and somehow I got roped into it. It’s all Jong Seong’s fault, okay?”

“Jay? What did he do?”

“Accused of fucking Keeho’s girl. It would be funny to witness the whole thing without being apart of it, honestly,”

“I need more context,”

“He called me his girlfriend so that I could vouch for him and I said something bad to Keeho’s girlfriend so we … kinda got into a tussle,”

Minji was stunned to say the least, but there was still a hint of amusement from the way she smiled. “I won’t directly say she deserves it, but she does,” she let out a small laugh and you two shared a look before bursting out laughing, having to hold your chest from the random jokes she threw in between.

“So, time for us to leave?”

“Fucking finally, I was waiting for you to say this,”

“No girls trips to the beach in the future, huh?”

“Nope.” you mumbled, letting Minji wrap an arm around your waist as the both of you start making your way to Minji’s car. You strangely felt a pair of wandering eyes pinpointed on you and you turned your head slightly to the right, meeting Jay’s playful gaze among his group of hockey guys. It was barely a second before you were dragged away anyway, leaving you minimal chances to process anything.

Park Jong Seong, please don’t ever drag me into your schemes ever again. Fuck it, let’s never cross paths again.

IT SEEMS THAT FATE HAS PLAYED ITS ROLE ONCE MORE IN TORTURING YOU.

In what way was ‘never getting involved with Park Jong Seong’ so hard to understand, huh, fate? You found yourself having an angry internal monologue on the way back to your dorms, your coffee threatening to spill out of the cup with the aggressiveness in your walk. It all started out like this: you just got your donut for the morning, walking to lecture with your earphones blasting your favourite music, what could possibly go wrong? Everything.

You were just walking as per usual, until a girl tapped you from the back, and like every normal person does, you stopped and turned around, a confused look on your face. Who’s this? You wondered. That’s the last thought you could form before everything started crumbling eventually.

First, she asked whether you were dating Jay. Eye roll. You knew this was bound to happen. So, you said ‘no’, which was a reasonable answer since you were, in fact, not dating him. But the girl thought otherwise. You turned to leave, halfway to shoving back your earphones in when she grabbed hold of your wrist. Woah.

“I know you’re dating him, everyone do after he made y’all official during that party,”

“Okay…?” it was no use trying to fight back with her persistence, so you just went along with it, not knowing what you were even getting into.

“You do know he fucked me before right—?” TMI much. “Can you tell him to come over and get his stuff? It feels wrong having a man’s stuff around knowing he’s in a relationship,”

“Oh,” was all you could muster out. This whirlwind of information being smacked into your face at 10 in the morning was something you hadn’t expected. “You can tell him that yourself. I’m … busy. I have to go,”

Like any sane person would, you dashed away, possibly leaving the girl in a confused daze but you couldn’t care less, pulling out your phone to angrily type Jay’s Instagram handle and sending him an annoyed text message.

you: a girl just told me she fucked you and she felt it was wrong that you left your stuff while you’re ‘dating’ me. can you please sort this out? istg i’ve been asked too many times whether i’m dating you today fr

Not even after a minute of sending that, Jay replied back at once.

jaypjs: how did you know what my Insta profile is?

You rolled your eyes, your fingers working hard but careful to not accidentally break your screen with the vigour you had whilst typing.

you: is that so important right now? can you at least answer my question?

jaypjs: just ignore it, it’ll pass soon, i swear. ttyl i have practice ;)

Jerk.

As much as Jay had asked you to ignore it, it seemed to have backfired instead. At the library, cafeteria, girl’s restroom, you were bombarded with the same question over and over again. ‘Are you dating Jay?’ You swore if you had a dollar everytime someone had asked you this question, you would’ve been a billionaire by now.

Evening soon fell upon the campus grounds, students were rushing around to find a place for dinner, but the hockey team were still remained in training, and being you, you just had to impulsively barge into the arena, practically rushing down the stairs to the glass panes, spotting your target at first glance.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find him mesmerizingly attractive in that split moment. He reminded you of someone that had just appeared straight out of a scene from ‘Top Gun’, except on ice. He had his helmet in his hand, his hair wet with sweat, his eyes trained on his coach as he lectured the team on that and this.

You thought your staring had gone unnoticed, but that’s when one of his teammates pointed at you, his gaze turning to you now, a hint of curiosity and surprise in his face. If only he knew you were actually there to murder him.

“Y/N?” You heard his muffled voice through the glass as he skated towards you right after his coach had dismissed them, inching closer and closer until there was barely any distance, only a singular glass pane separating you two apart.

“Jay,” you started, pushing down whatever volcano that was close to bursting inside you right now.

“Did my girlfriend miss me so much until she decided to give me a surprise visit?”

“If I hear that word one more time today, I think I might jump down the nearest building,” you snapped, poking a finger on the glass threateningly. “Look, I’m here because we need to talk—why does this sound like an actual couple conversation—whatever, just get your ass out here immediately,”

“Fine, fine,” Jay threw his hands up in defeat, sensing the seriousness in your voice, you did not come to play. “I’ll be out in a second,”

He disappeared out of sight, and to your dismay, that left his teammates a great opportunity to approach you. Just your luck, huh?

“You’re dating Jay?” the captain, Heeseung, shouted over at you, waving his hockey stick in the air in an attempt to grab your attention.

“It’s complicated,”

“Friends with benefits?” the one with a head of freshly dyed white hair, Sunghoon, chimed in. You recognized the both of them from the party, what are the odds?

“Non-physical type of complicated,”

“That does sound complicated,” Heeseung hummed, practising passes with Sunghoon. “Played with your feelings?”

“I don’t know if I can count it as that…yet,”

Heeseung and Sunghoon shared a brief glance at one another. “Jay might be a playboy, we all know that, but he’s a softie at heart. Hear him out, he might not look like it, but he’s the best at talking,”

“That’s why he’s so good at picking up girls—” Heeseung slapped Sunghoon’s head, giving you a small reassuring smile while the other winced in pain, not appreciating that one bit.

“I’ll hear him out, don’t worry,” you said rather begrudgingly, sitting down on one of the empty seats now, rubbing your hands for warmth as you awkwardly waited for Jay.

“Stop pestering her already, damn,” Jay’s footsteps were heard thumping down the stairs in the empty arena. “Go wash up,” he slid into the seat next to you, now in clean clothes, a towel hung around his neck, his hair wet and messy, his shirt hugging his body and biceps tight. Lord, give me strength.

“Hey! I’m the captain!” Heeseung shouted, but abided, pushing Sunghoon along and out of the rink, leaving you two to yourselves in the ambiance.

“So, what did you want to … talk about?” Jay stared at you expectantly.

“Us? I suppose, if there’s even an ‘us’ in the first place,” you gestured between you and him. “It’s just everyone’s thinking we’re together and all your past fuck buddies are up my ass for it. So—” you tried to put on the nicest smile you could muster. “—could you please, somehow spread it around that we’re not together?”

“But what if I don’t want to?”

“Jong Seong!”

“Government name and all, it’s serious,” he murmured under his breath, suddenly seeming anxious. “You’re going to kill me for this—”

“As if I’m not going to already,”

“Let me finish,” he pressed a hand on his forehead, running it further back into his hair and he let out a distress sigh. “I know you’re going to hate this but I need your favour in this. I have this hockey event next Saturday, a charity event, and I need a plus one,”

“You’re asking me out on a date basically?”

“Kinda? But not really—this is so stupid—but this event will be after a home match, so our opponents and many others from different schools will be a part of this event. The thing is…our opponent, one of their players, is dating my ex,”

“And?” you raised an eyebrow at him, urging him to continue on, his cheeks gradually turning red in embarrassment.

“They’ll be there together, and I was hoping—since we’re already in this mess—to bring you as my plus one, to try and prove to her I’m way better off without her,”

“You’re kidding,” you breathed out in disbelief. “Give me one reason why you need to prove to this girl about you being happy and taken,”

“She cheated on me multiple times while we were dating…the guy was one of them and they’re still together surprisingly,”

“Damn, I’m sorry about that,” you swallowed, a little taken aback from the fact that the infamous fuckboy had his heart broken in the past. Maybe that was the starting point of his fuckboy journey. Gosh, everything felt so cliche, you thought you were in a web series by now. “So��you want me to fake date you?”

“Why are you saying it as if the idea of dating me is an offence?”

“Jay, this isn’t some 2000s romcom, for fuck’s sake,” you snapped, your frown deepened and your blood pressure heightened. You swear you might actually explode soon.

“I’m aware,” Jay sighed, a small whine in his voice. He did seem desperate, and you wondered why out of a hundred girls that were practically lining up for this man, you just had to be the one that had to be a part of this mess with him. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Worst of all, you were about to agree to something as dumb as this. “Help me out this once?”

“And what will I get from this?” you crossed your arms, hesitatingly giving in slowly and gradually.

“You like Juyeon don’t you?” Jay questioned all of a sudden, his features remained stoic and serious as he watched you experiencing another whiplash, cheeks turning into a shade of light pink at his bombarding question.

“W–where did you get that information from?” you demanded, completely thrown off. Look, you did say you liked him a little from his sweet smile to his nice style, and not to mention, his athletic side, but it was to Minji, not Jay. How in hell could he have this information?

“I’m not wrong am I?”

“Am I being blackmailed?” you gasped and Jay rolled his eyes, leaning further back into his seat. He wasn’t making this easier by looking good. “I don’t like like him in that type of way, I just think he’s kinda cute,”

“So, you’re interested,”

“You could put it that way, I guess?”

“How about I help you make him jealous,”

You choked out a laugh, Jay surely succeeded in always surprisingly you with the way his mind turned. “Dude, I literally only know him from that one Chemistry class, and we were partners once. We barely talk now except some greetings,”

“That’s better than nothing,” he mumbled, his lips pressed in a flat line. “Hey, I know him more, okay? He goes to parties and so do I, I can help you get closer to him,” Jay raised his eyebrows, as if trying to convince you that was the smartest plan ever.

“You’re an idiot,”

“I don’t hear a ‘no’,”

“Don’t push your luck,” you poked his forehead gently, letting out a deep sigh as you contemplated for a second. Future you was going to kill the present you. “Fine. But honestly, I don’t care about Juyeon,”

“I’ll try my best to repay you either way,” Jay beamed, his whole demeanour changing entirely compared to the nervous and shaking version from earlier. “So, what ground rules should we set to make it at least quite convincing?”

“No kissing, unless we are pressured into one,”

“You’re not completely objecting the idea of kissing me,”

“Believe me, I’d rather have virgin lips than kiss you,”

“Ouch,” Jay held onto his chest, feigning hurt. “Wanna try practising?”

“You have other girls to practise on anyway, no thank you,”

“But you’re my only girl now,” he shrugged, staring down at his fingers and avoiding your stare. Was he shy? You would be lying if you said he didn’t make your heart flutter slightly with his words, but you forced yourself to push those thoughts down, denying them instantly.

"Shush," you rolled your eyes, the man opposite you snickering instead. "Maybe a soft launch might work,"

"I literally called you my girlfriend in the middle of a fight, I don't think that's any part of a soft launch,"

"You're right, we've already skipped that part," you tapped at your chin, pondering thoughtfully before Jay interjected.

"You have to come to my matches,"

"Every one of them? I don't watch hockey much,"

"Just be there for show, most of the teammates' girlfriends are there and trust me, they don't care much either," he glanced over at the rink for a brief moment, then turned back to meet your eyes. "You'll fall in love with me the moment you watch me play,"

"Alright, hotshot. When's the next match?"

“This Friday,” he winked, resting an arm on the seat and casually leaning a little closer. “But before that, wanna come to a party? It’s pretty much a ‘pregame party’, that’s what they call it, but I’m sure it’s a lame excuse to just have a party in general for every week. I can pick you up though, we'll get to have our second hard launch,”

“You’re lucky I’m not feeling murderous anymore,” you snapped back, still in disbelief at yourself that you actually agreed to all this. “Pick me up at 7,” you mumbled begrudgingly, watching a smile stretched on Jay’s face.

“Say less.”

“YOU’RE DATING WHO—”

Spilling the tea to Minji on a random Wednesday morning was a chaotic decision. You couldn't help yourself from letting loose all of the information that was bottled up internally. She took everything in rather calmly and fairly, that was until Jay's name was mentioned.

It was just a day before the party, and you couldn't lie, you're starting to panic. What if you didn't know anyone there? What if you're under dressed? What if you're overdressed? What ifs stormed your mind, you were a natural overthinker after all.

"Fake dating," you corrected, cringing once the words left your mouth and you realised how ridiculous it sounded.

“I didn’t know you liked Wattpad cliches so much,”

"Shut up," you muttered half-heartedly, pursing your lips slightly. "Do you think I'll regret this?"

"Will you end up falling for him?" Minji shot back and you hadn't expected that.

"God forbid," you chuckled, though rather nervously. Chances were low at the moment, but it wasn't completely impossible, and that was the problem.

“This won’t be like those movies where they pretend to date and actually end up falling in love,” you laughed, trying to play off the hidden horror you had.

"This will come back and bite your ass," Minji said simply, not noticing your wide eyes and panicked gaze.

"Don't jinx it, hello!"

"My bad," Minji shrugged nonchalantly. “How did he even convince a non party goer like you to attend one?”

“He wants to ‘hard launch’ us for a second time,”

“Cute?” Minji mused, nudging you softly, wiggling her eyebrows. "Any outfits planned?"

"Nope," you regretted saying this because in the next second, you noticed a menacing grin on Minji's face. If there's one thing you know about her, it's that she loves dress ups, and you were about to be her next model.

Minji dragged you back to your dorm, pushing you onto the bed and ripping your closet doors open, rummaging through intensely.

"This won't do," you heard her mumble quietly before pulling out a mini skirt and a simple crop top. "Bingo,"

"You can't be serious,"

Turns out, she was. Both of the pieces have yet to be worn in a long time, so you didn’t know how it would fit you, leading up to the moment when you tried it on, you instantly felt your head pound. The skirt was God forbiddingly short, the crop top hugging tight against your body. The entirety might've looked plain, but it was a slutty plain.

You were already running late, panic and stress in your system giving you slight adrenaline as you finished up some last touches on your makeup. If Minji wasn't out for a dinner date, you would've been strangling her for the outfit and for the untimely lack of support.

“You took quite a while in there,” Jay said the moment you entered his luxurious sleek black Mercedes. You knew he was loaded, everyone did actually, but it still managed to shock you somehow.

“I was giving myself a pep talk to not try and run away from this party,” you flashed him a sarcastic smile.

“Haha,” Jay replied flatly, unamused. “It’ll be an easy party, don’t worry, you won’t get mauled. I’ll just introduce you around and then you go have some drinks, soon we’ll be back before you know it,”

“You’re not drinking right?”

“You think I’d like to be charged with a DUI?”

“Have you ever thought about that when you drive multiple girls home after parties?”

“It’s not nice to slut shame,”

“Whatever you say.”

The car ride to the house was quick and loud. It was calming when you and Jay were vibing to some music along the way up until the two of you started fighting over who was the best rapper in the industry, that eventually led to debating which genre is the greatest. The debate continued on even after entering the threshold, but nervousness washed over you once you were met with unfamiliar faces.

“Pop is not even considered in this deb—”

“Jay, hold my hand,”

“What—”

“Hold my hand,” you repeated firmly, and he listened despite being in a daze, intertwining his hand in yours, instinctively pulling you closer. “We have to make this convincing, remember?”

“Right,” he squeezed your hand lightly, unknowingly giving you a hint of reassurance. “Stick by me, some of the people here are not the best,”

“Thanks, I can’t wait to get out of here,”

Jay only rolled his eyes at your words, a slight grin tugged at his lips. He held onto your hand tightly, pulling you further into the crowded house, occasionally turning his head back to check on you. “There, my hockey boys,” he nodded towards a small group by a small makeshift bar, instantly recognizing them from that day at the rink.

“What if I told you now that I have social anxiety,” you whispered into his ears, trying to give him your best pleading eyes.

“It’ll be a little too late now,” he returned a knowing stare, clearly unfazed by your tricks. Smart bastard. “Come on, you’ve already met them anyway,”

“Y/N!” Heeseung was the one who spotted you first, waving his hand enthusiastically, Sunghoon following suit. You returned a small wave, but you tensed, feeling Jay removing his hand from yours, sneaking onto your waist instead. You were not strong enough for this, you were a woman with desires at the end of the day.

“Hey,” Jay greeted them, resting his hand on your hip, your hand unconsciously travelling to his back, his smirk at your touch going unnoticed.

“So, Y/N, is he still in ‘complicated’ status?” Sunghoon brought up, eliciting a small laugh from Heeseung, meanwhile Jay was equally confused and unimpressed at his teammates’ unseriousness.

“Don’t worry, he has upgraded,” you prodded him, passing a pleased smile to the other two.

“Will we be seeing you at our games?”

“Maybe,” you said vaguely, feeling Jay’s hand leaving your hips and sneaking lower towards the hem of your skirt and slowly pulling at it. You turned your head, meeting his eyes and at that moment, you felt something you denied over the last week. You were weak, you were definitely not God’s strongest soldier. It was bare minimum, but you still appreciated the little things.

“Let’s go walk around,” Jay suggested, leaning close to you, his face only inches away from yours, his hand squeezing your hip gently. Who knew he was this good at acting?

“Don’t be too protective over her, Jay boy!” Sunghoon called out as he dragged you away from his friends, earning a soft laugh from you and grudging mumbles from him.

“They tend to be quite a handful sometimes, sorry about that,” Jay said apologetically, leading you to a room full of people playing beer pong and some other drinking games.

“Don’t worry about it, they seem fine,” you brushed him off, pressing yourself closer to his side in caution as your eyes scanned the whole room. “They don’t look like they believe the fact that you’re actually ‘dating’ someone though,”

“They once said they would be married by the time I found someone,” he scoffed, pulling you into an unoccupied coach. “Which isn’t true,” he continued, placing a pillow on your exposed thighs. “I just haven’t found the one, or just not yet. Maybe I already did and I just didn’t know, ”

“Take it easy, loverboy,” you softly punched his shoulder, making him grin a little. He was cute, you couldn’t lie about that, but your heart continued to. “You’re still young, you should be worrying about it only if you’re 35 and single,”

“You’re right,” he nodded solemnly, his attention averted away. "It's Juyeon,"

At that moment, Juyeon walked into the room, greeting some of his friends and welcoming hugs from them, the atmosphere in the room became noisier. Your gaze followed his figure, blinking quicker than usual as you suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of alarm.

"Don't drool," Jay clicked his tongue, his eyes turning fierce. What's up with this guy now?

"I'm not," you gritted out, your heart dropping slightly at the sight of Juyeon interacting with other girls. You were lying when you said you didn't care, maybe you did.

"I don't get why you like him anyway, he's a jock, a football jock," he said the last part in distaste, making it seem as though footballers were the worst on earth.

"It's called being interested, dumbass. Having someone to admire makes college life fun," you fought back, caving into Jay's touch when he draped his arm over your waist. You shouldn't be liking this skinship. You mustn't.

"He's coming over, he spotted us," Jay mumbled, flashing his smile at Juyeon's approaching figure. "Act natural,"

"Thanks for the advice," you gritted out dryly, shifting around uncomfortably.

"Yo Jay," Juyeon called out to Jay, dabbing your supposed boyfriend up, a friendly smile on his face that blinded your vision and made your heart eyes appear. Fuck.

"Sup," Jay greeted back, breathing out a quiet laugh. “Oh, this is—”

“Y/N,” Juyeon finished Jay’s sentence at once, his gaze shifted onto you now, causing you to shy under his stare. “Partner from Chemistry?”

“That’s me,” you beamed at him, clapping your hands together, absentmindedly leaning further into Jay’s hold.

“I don’t normally see you at these type of parties,”

“Not a big party person,” you scratched the back of your neck, the feeling of awkwardness creeping up on you. You were never the best at meeting new people, though Juyeon wasn’t exactly a total stranger, but he wasn’t someone you were close to either.

“Right,” he paused for a moment, peering back and forth between you and Jay, a slight raise of his eyebrow. “So what brings the two of you here? You’re Jay’s date for the night?”

“She’s Jay’s girlfriend, actually,” the man himself spoke beside you, his hand on your waist pulling you closer to his side, a tight smile on his face. "My girlfriend,"

You could feel heat crawling up the back of your neck, choosing to avert your attention away and see what Juyeon’s reaction was. Turns out he was grinning, he was fucking grinning?

“Jay with a girlfriend? For real?”

Jay let out a scoff, seemingly offended by everyone’s surprise. Hell, if you didn’t know him and found out he had a girlfriend, you’ll be surprised too. “Yes, dickhead, surprise,” he grumbled, earning a chuckle from the footballer, who clearly loved irking Jay.

“Chill, good for you, man. About time,” he lightly slapped Jay’s shoulder and you sat quietly, not knowing what to say either. You really wanted to leave. “I’ll be at tomorrow’s match, see you,”

“Yeah, yeah, bye,” Jay bid a half-assed goodbye to Juyeon while you just waved at him instead, a tight lipped smile on your face. Once he was out of the picture, your head whipped to stare at the hockey player next to you, an impatient plea to leave this party written all over your features.

“Fine,” he sighed, letting you slip your hand in his. “How was all that?” he asked coolly, but you noticed a hint of displeasure in his tone, yet you waved it off again.

“I don’t know, he’s … okay, I guess,” you shrugged, truly confused about your current feelings. The thought of Jay stormed your mind. Juyeon? That’s the last J name of your concerns right now. But will you ever admit out loud that you were thinking about Jay, the man who constantly gives you headaches? Fuck no.

“Just ‘okay’?”

You hummed in response, sensing that he was a little bit more at ease after hearing your answer. He was easy to read, too easy.

“Does that make me better than him?”

“Woah, don’t get too ahead of yourself, Park,”

“Don’t hurt my ego like that,”

“Am not,”

“Come on, say I’m better, hotter and funnier than him,” he egged on, inching closer to you, a teasing grin stretched on that stupid face of his.

“Zipping my mouth shut,” you gestured at your lips, deadpanning at him.

“You’re too afraid to admit it,”

“Whatever you say, big head,” you bumped his shoulder and he stumbled a little, narrowing his eyes at you, a challenging smirk plastered on his face. Oh no.

In the next minute, Jay swept you off your feet and threw you over his shoulder. You let out a sharp yelp, unable to process everything at once, hearing Jay’s playful laugh fill the streets in the quietness of the night.

“You’re so dead,” you seethed, hitting his back with your utmost might, but he only cackled in response.

“Whatever you say, pea brain,” Jay mocked, earning him another hard punch on his back and this time, it actually made him wince. Choosing the safest route for himself, he kept his mouth shut.

Thus, you had no choice but to give into hanging over a hockey boy’s shoulder as the two of you ventured into the night in search of his car, not realising the mess you’ll be facing soon.

IT’S OFFICIAL. YOU'VE REACHED THE STAGE OF REGRET.

It was the next day, hockey game day, you turned up at the arena and copped a good seat. You might be wondering, ‘what’s so bad about a hockey game to the point you start regretting everything’, well if you could trade places with anybody in the world right now, you would, and that said a lot.

Jay had greeted you for barely five minutes before the game, rushing away immediately once he saw the time, giving you an apologetic hug that almost had you convinced this was real. What he hadn’t prepared you earlier, was the fact that there was a fucking kiss cam. One look at the jumbotron and you knew you were doomed.

‘KISS CAM’ was written clearly on the screen, the music in the arena was drowned out completely and you felt your heart drop. It might’ve seemed overdramatic for you to react like this, but in reality, kissing a stranger was terrifying. Your first kiss was already a nightmare, let alone kissing someone you don’t know, what would make it better?

“Nothing will happen,” you assured yourself over and over again, unaware that somebody had just slipped in the seat beside you.

“Hey,”

You flinched, brought out of your daze and you met Juyeon’s eyes. Good-fucking-bye to the world right now. His smile distracted you, having you muted and malfunctioning. Cool. This was cool. You’re cool.

“Hi,” you gave him a small smile that turned out more awkward than you thought.

“Supporting Jay today?” he nodded at the rink where the team was currently practising, your eyes wandering over to Jay’s figure.

“Him and the team. School spirit, you know?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I heard about the kiss cam—” he pointed towards the screen and you wanted to close your eyes instead, but basic courtesy mattered. “—apparently for raising funds,”

Raising funds through a kiss cam? What was this? ‘The Kissing Booth: hockey edition’?

“That’s … interesting,” you uttered, nervousness laced in your voice.

You were saved from the awkward tension just as the game started, secretly wishing you had Minji with you instead of a mouth watering football player next to you. The game was intense, effectively grabbing your attention away from your surroundings, but the flash of the kiss cam starting its quest on finding couples was distracting.

As the game progressed, you grew confident that your mind was just playing games in making you anxious and nothing would happen. Your mind eased as you joined in the cheering when the home team finally scored a goal, watching the team celebrate had you grinning, staring down at a specific number 99.

The high soon died down and you chose to glance up at the jumbotron, the kiss cam focused on a cute couple who were weirdly making out instead of just simply kissing. PDA, yucks. It then swiftly moved on to another pair, thankfully. They were probably strangers, but being good sports, they shared a quick peck, earning some ‘awh’s from the crowd. Another change, your eyebrows furrowed, a frown tugged at your lips, was that—

It was. Your nightmare has come. For a moment you wondered if you were hallucinating, but a couple of beats later, you came to the realisation you were not. The kiss cam was focused on you and … Juyeon. When you said you were interested in him, you didn’t mean this, nope not at all.

Embarrassingly and reluctantly, you avoided the footballer’s gaze and shook your head, feeling tripped out as you stared at your own self on the screen, catching some disappointed groans from a few people. “I have a boyfriend,” you mouthed, trying your best to seem apologetic, but Juyeon didn’t look like he wanted to back down.

“You don’t want to kiss me?” he murmured, attempting to seem as lowkey as possible.

“I have a boyfriend, sorry,” you pressed your lips into a flat line, not enjoying this for a bit. The kiss cam swerved away to pinpoint another pair, but Juyeon was persistent.

“Come on, don’t pretend you don’t want to kiss me,”

You glared at him, your features turning sour, in disbelief at what you’ve just heard. Was he serious? “Excuse me?”

“Forget about Jay, I know how you were looking at me that night,” he whistled lowly under his breath and you scoffed, but you were caught off guard almost immediately when you saw the kiss cam lighting up in the corner of your eyes, and it zoomed into your face again. FML.

“He’ll never know,” he arched an eyebrow, welcoming the idea hugely. Scumbag.

“I don’t stoop that low you fuck—”

Before you could jump Juyeon and curse him out, a loud crash startled you and everyone around. You jumped in your seat, your head turned towards the direction of the noise. Jay was in front of you, his fist against the glass, helmet in hand. If looks could kill, you would’ve been dead.

Wet strands of hair stuck onto his forehead, his eyes narrowed into a death stare as it trained on Juyeon. “Fuck off,” he yelled through the glass barrier, his fist clenched. “Back off,”

The blood in Juyeon’s face was completely drained, obvious embarrassment and shame washed over him, but knowing him and his ego, he played it off, pretending as if that didn’t happen. “Whatever,” he got up from his seat and stormed off. Deserved.

You hid the small smile forming on your face, your sights redirecting towards Jay, your heart beating wildly against your chest the moment you met his eyes, softening when he mouth ‘you okay’. You nodded back at him and you could tell he instantly loosened up, returning a half smile before turning away and joining the team.

Moral of the story: don’t fall for playboys, which sounded pretty ironic considering the situation you were currently in.

The game had thankfully ended in a win for the home team, and honestly, that whole experience seemed to be years instead of just a few hours. Never again. You were glad to see Jay and everyone else cheerfully exiting the rink, taking that as the cue for you to chase after him.

Upon arriving outside the locker room, you found yourself standing awkwardly as you waited for him to appear, greeting his friends half-heartedly when they were on the way out. Your patience was thinning and only until then, he only decided to appear, a little shocked that you were there.

“Congrats on the win,” you joined his side and walked together, letting his shoulder brush against yours softly.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, a lollipop in his mouth. You didn’t enjoy this questionable tension between the two of you, noticing his rigidness.

“Hey!” You cut to the chase, snatching the lollipop from his lips, finally getting his attention as he turned to stare at you with wide eyes. “What was that for?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged it off, and you didn't understand why, you could tell he was blatantly lying.

“You're acting really weird,” you narrowed your eyes at him in accusation.

“Am I?”

“Ask yourself that,” you huffed, instinctively putting the lollipop into your mouth, not bothering to care anymore. “Anyway, I think mission Juyeon is officially cancelled, he gives me the ick, didn't know he was such a big douchebag,”

“Told you so,” he shrugged, his gaze wavering from your lips to your eyes. Woah. “Keep the lollipop, I have loads,” he gulped, avoiding your eyes.

“Drop me off?” You suggested, putting on the most convincing, sweetest smile, which somehow worked since it got Jay to grudgingly mumble a ‘yes’.

“I would give you a kiss right now if I could.” You skipped on, leaving Jay to tail behind you, your words ringing in his ears.

Maybe somewhere inside, he did wish you would.

“SEE? I TOLD YOU HE WAS A JERK,”

Minji continuously flailed her hands dramatically as you and she made your way through the campus. It was the week of the hockey event that Jay had mentioned, meaning another restless week of frat party, dress shopping, hockey match and then a fancy event.

“Yes, yes, I know, you've made your point,” you grumbled annoyingly, having not one but two people saying the same to you.

“It's quite cute that Jay stood up for you though,” she nudged your side, her eyes glinting. You knew what she was indicating.

“Fake dating, fake. Not real,” you threw your hands up in defeat, but internally, you were beginning to second guess if you even wanted to call it fake, maybe deep down, you didn't want it to be.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Minji mumbled, but you were able to catch onto it, huffing in denial next to her. “Anyway, when are you going shopping? The event’s this weekend already,”

“Fuck, I forgot,” you brushed your hand through your hair, having another headache to add on to. “Do you have any nice fancy dresses? I'm sure Jay is ready but I'm not,”

Minji flashed a knowing smirk, she definitely had something up her sleeve. “You know I do. I'll bring them to your dorm and we're going to have a whole makeover,”

“You're not going to burn my hair this time right?”

“We'll see.”

A few days had passed and it was your second hockey pregame party, repeatedly cursing that your Thursday night was ruined once more, but seeing Jay’s pleading eyes at your doorstep, you just had to give in again. How did he have that effect on you?

“She’s going to be at the party,” Jay noted casually on the way to the house.

“Oh,” you pursed your lips, not knowing what to say next. “What’s her name? You’ve never mentioned,”

“Sujin,”

“Her?” you gasped, eyes widened in plain shock. Out of all the girls he could’ve had his heart broken by, it had to be the infamous Instagram blogger who was known to play around. Look, you've always been a supporter of every woman's rights and wrongs, but she was way beyond any defending.

“Yeah …” Jay sighed, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. “We were high school lovers, but things went sour in college,”

“Well, forget about her, you want to prove her wrong right? Then prove her wrong,”

“You're oddly over confident today,”

“What's wrong with confidence, Park?”

He glanced over at you briefly, a wide grin on his face as he shook his head. “Nothing. I just like to see confidence on you,”

You rolled your eyes, but something inside you twisted, finding yourself ignoring whatever feelings that sparked internally. “Are you ready for Saturday?”

“Suit’s ready, but me? So so, I guess,”

“You sound pessimistic, don’t tell me you’re starting to regret all these,”

“Hey, now you’re just putting words into my mouth,” Jay grumbled, putting the car into park right outside of the familiar frat house. “I won’t ever regret you or this whole thing, now come on,”

You weren’t left a single second to even process the fact that he said he won't regret you. Yes, you, not just this stupid scheme, but you. Upon entering the threshold, you were met with a cup of beer thrusted into your face from a passing Heeseung, your other hand occupied by Jay’s, trying your best to make it past the crowd without stumbling over. Everything was a whirlwind.

“Fuck, she’s here,” his hold on you tightened and you followed his line of sight, your gaze landing on the over dressed Instagram model, her skirt a little too small and her heels a little too high.

“Just act normal, Jay. You said you’re over her, then you should act like that,” you yanked him close to you, walking over to the mini bar, pouring yourself a drink. “That’s her boyfriend?” you nodded at the taller man towering beside Sujin, his face contrary to the one you had in mind.

“Yeah, that’s Intak,” he said quietly, aware of the lingering ears around the two of you. “Seeing him every time we have a game against his team is revolting, I can’t believe I have to see him here too,”

“Then look away,” you pushed his face softly, earning a huff of annoyance from him. “Come on, it’ll be over in an hour,” you rubbed the side of his arm in comfort, his lips twisting into an endearing smile.

“You’re right,” Jay sighed, blinking harshly, his gaze flickering between you and your surroundings. “I’ll go find Heeseung and Sunghoon for a moment, is that okay? Will you be alright alone? You can come along too. If you want—”

“It’s fine, Jay, really,” you laughed, putting your hands up to stop him from blabbering on. “Go find them, call me when it’s time to leave,”

“I’ll come find you once I’m done,” he held onto your shoulder, pressing a hasty kiss on the top of your head before turning away to another room in search of his hockey teammates.

Safe to say you were able to find yourself a company, who turned out to be a girl you knew from your literature class. Why was she there? She didn’t know either and you thought the best was to not question further, grateful that you were not alone in this house of strangers. The clock was spinning fast, soon it was already past midnight and Jay was nowhere to be seen. You were praying that you weren’t in a remake of ‘Scream’.

The feeling of unease crept up on you and you couldn’t handle it any longer, standing up from the couch and storming into different rooms of the house, all occupied and filled with people, none of those were Jay. The last option you had was the upstairs, which lied the unimaginable behind those rooms that you were not about to explore, thank you very much!

Wandering the upstairs of a rather large frat house all alone was quite a challenge, especially when you were trying to hunt a 5’10 hockey jock, adding onto the fact that you literally and physically bumped (crashed, actually) into said hockey jock’s enemy in the corridors, shit was turning upside down.

“Fuck—sorry,” you coughed out, regretting your last sober choice of bringing your beer cup along.

“Shit—it’s fine, no worries,” Jay's enemy/ex’s boyfriend, Intak, reassured, dabbing himself off with some napkins that were miraculously lying on a table nearby.

“I feel bad, if you need it cleaned I can help,” you frowned, leaning over to see the damage you’ve caused: a yellowish stain on his once perfect white tee.

“No, it’s completely fine, shit happens,” he laughed, waving his hand, an awkward silence filling the air momentarily. “So, why are you even up here?”

“Oh—I’m finding … someone,” you gave him a tight-lipped smile.

His eyes lit up. “Me too, actually. I can’t leave the party without them and gosh, I’m getting a headache already,”

“Twins, I think the beer is getting to me soon,” you clapped your hands, glancing around for any signs of Jay.

“Before that happens, may I know your name first?”

You raised your eyebrows. “It’s Y/N,”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Intak,” you accepted his handshake, trying your best to be friendly and not seem awkward. "I play in a hockey team, the one that's playing against yours for tomorrow,"

"Right," you nodded as though you hadn't already known that prior to this. "I would wish you good luck on normal occasions, but since it's against the home team … I need to keep my school spirit,"

Intak let out a small laugh. "Totally understandable," he met your eyes, a hint of sheer curiosity in them. "Do you have a date for tonight—"

"Intak?"

"Y/N?"

You, together with the hockey player, turned around to find each other's partners standing down the corridor next to one another, a look of confusion written on their faces. But you, you had anger and an obvious "what the fuck" painted onto your expressions, and it was clear that Jay had noticed it too when he came close.

"Uh—we're leaving now, bye," Jay murmured, grabbing a hold of your wrist and dragging you away, giving you only a brief second to say goodbye to Intak.

You didn't and couldn't understand what was happening, just hating the way Jay was acting. You kept your mouth shut until you were completely out of the house and walking towards the car when you yanked your hand out of Jay's hold, causing him to look back at you in a daze.

"God, you're such a dickhead!" You seethed, breathing heavily.

"What?"

"'What' was all you could say? Jay, you left me in that party alone for God knows how long and then you disappear on me just for me to find you running back to your ex? Make it make sense,"

"I didn't run back to her, Y/N, for fuck's sake," Jay ran a hand through his hair, his lips pressed into a thin line. "She pulled me away and started claiming weird shit that never happened, I wanted to leave but she kept persisting until I managed to break down the fucking doorknob,"

Silence fell between the two of you, the dark of the night consuming your thoughts and the moon was staring down at you, your mind and soul in a daze. You couldn't understand why you were feeling this way, after all, it was fake, it wasn't real.

"I believe you," you sighed, gulping down the anxiety building up within you. "Forget it, it's fine, sorry for being so worked up, it's not like we're really dating, right?"

You looked at him, noticing his eyebrows furrowed and eyes glinting with something unreadable, his mouth opened then shut, wanting to say something but nothing came out, heaving a small sigh. "You're right, it's not real anyway."

As much as you wished to forget it, you couldn't. The way he wasn't even fighting and being in denial, his words stemming sadness into your heart and reminding you again and again that it was never real to begin with.

Fake dating was meant to be fake, wasn't it?

“I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'VE BROUGHT ME HERE FOR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT,”

Friday night hockey was something you loved, but after what happened yesterday, you dreaded coming.

You still remembered the tension filled air on the way back to your dorms, the silence in the car and the quiet exchange of "goodnight" haunted you. Crashing into Minji's bed having a breakdown definitely made you two come to a conclusion that you were indeed harbouring something for Jay. Were you going to straightforwardly admit it? Never.

Now, you had zero balls to be at the game alone, choosing to drag Minji along and you knew even if she was vocally complaining, she was actually enjoying the hot hockey players secretly.

"Did you talk to Jay after yesterday night?"

"No,"

"Will you?"

"Maybe,"

"I think that's a 'yes',"

You stared pointedly at her and she shrugged, resuming her watch on the hockey players practising. You watched along as well, your eyes instinctively following Jay's figure, but then you noticed Intak on the far end as well. Somehow, you knew that this match wasn't about to end well.

"Is this seat empty?" A voice startled you from your internal monologue, snapping your head just in time to see little miss ex standing over you.

"Oh—yes," you said uneasily, grabbing your phone immediately to text Minji.

you: it's her

jiji: who

you: the girl next to me!!! that's jay's EX.

jiji: YOU'RE KIDDING

you: i wished

You exchanged a wary look with Minji, playing it off as natural as you could as you sensed Sujin sitting next to you, elbowing Minji in panic and she does the same back to you, making it look wild and weird from a third perspective. You stopped the frenzy nudging war with Minji, swallowing thickly and hoping nothing happened, but actually, something did, hooray!

“You’re Jay’s girlfriend?” you heard her asking and you turned your head slowly, meeting her blinking eyes and curious gaze.

“Yes,” you tried your best for it to sound convincing, and it seemed to have worked.

“Cool.” she whistled under her breath, returning her gaze back to the arena and you resisted rolling your eyes, biting back a snarl.

The game started in a haze, both teams trying to break one another’s defence and score a goal, yet it all failed in the end, turning it into a tie for two periods straight. You and Minji sighed in disappointment, watching the home team giving their best to not collapse there and then. Sujin, on the other hand, looked nervous throughout the game, occasionally standing up and clapping.

The third period approached in a blink of an eye, two teams eager to score and win, the tension was high and you could tell they were sweating heavy loads. It began in a peaceful and lowkey attack, but shoving and punches were seen here and there, earning entertained jeers from the crowd. You sighed, both in exasperation and stress, hoping nothing would land Jay a bad game. But everything proved you the opposite once more.

Your eyes widening in the next moment, noticing two players shoving each other and throwing gloves onto the ice, punches almost thrown but was interjected by the referee and teammates. Lord, it just had to be Jay and Intak, it was basically written in the stars, wasn’t it?

Once the game had ended, you couldn’t care less about the scoreline, listening to Minji’s brief rants on how not to fumble your emotions about Jay and stopping her halfway through, pointing to the clock as your time ticked. You were attempting to squeeze your way out when you heard a cough behind you and to your disappointment, it had to be Sujin.

“You’re aware of who I am, right?” you heard the sneer in her voice, holding in the urge to rip her hair out and instead, remained facing away from her.

“Don’t worry, I do. You’re Jay’s dumpster ex girlfriend,”

“What—”

Timing was right and you took the chance to slip away, thanking the world that you were finally miles away from Jay’s dusty ex. All of that didn’t matter though, the important aspect was finding Jay now, awkwardly speed walking to locate Jay’s whereabouts.

Upon arriving at the front of the familiar locker rooms, you patiently waited, feeling a sense of deja vu. That wasn’t all. Your anxiety was at its highest point. What were you about to say to Jay? Can you even face him? What if you pussied out and ran away—

“Y/N?” speaking of the devil …

You whipped your head around, Jay’s curious eyes meeting your panicked ones, your whole body frozen to the spot as he approached you, taking a cautious step at a time.

“Are you alright? Were you hurt?” you couldn’t help it, after seeing the minor fight on ice, your first natural instinct was to ask him this. Jay lowered his head, hiding a smile that was threatening to appear. A small sense of relief washed over you.

“I’m fine … thanks. Just a small conflict,” he muttered, then proceeded by a brief moment of silence, where you swore it felt like forever considering how it was just quiet stares and exchanges of friendly smiles, and you couldn’t really handle it much longer, being the one to break first.

“Jay, I—uhm—yesterday, the party thing, I’m sorry about it, I don’t want that to make things awkward between us,” you gesture wildly at the space between you and him, his eyes following your movements. “And it’s wrong for me to say those stuff,”

“It’s partially my fault too. I’m the one to blame to ditch you,”

“I’m the one who accused you of shit and I feel really bad for assuming something I don’t know. I just got worked up, I’m sorry,”

He took hold of your hands, grasping onto them tightly as though he was fearing you’d run away. “Y/N, do you trust me?”

Do you trust him?

In a heartbeat, the answer was an obvious ‘yes’. You had to admit, you did initially find him annoying and a total fuckboy that you knew would break your heart, but as time passed, you couldn’t care anymore. Even if it meant your heart was on the line, at least you knew Jay was genuine about you; at the very least, there was someone who would stand up for you, listen to your rants about music, and put you first.

“Yes,”

Jay pulled your hand, practically yanking you towards him, landing on his chest with a thud and a heart thumping crazily, butterflies swarmed your stomach and you could feel heaven getting close, aka you dying in Jay’s arms. He pressed his head on the top of yours, feeling his heart beating against your chest, his cologne no stranger to you now.

“When I said you’re my girl, I meant it, it doesn’t matter if it’s fake or not, I’ll always care for you, and I will never ever hurt you, so please—” an underlying mix of desperation, hurt and care were laced in his voice, and you were weak, weak for him. “—trust me, and even if it means I need to earn it or whatever, I will,”

“Jay…” you faltered, resting your chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist. “I’m sorry for not trusting you, I should’ve heard you out, of course I do trust you,”

Jay was silent for a second, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’ and pressing a swift kiss on your forehead, which didn’t get completely unnoticed by you, but you decided to not say anything about it, letting yourself melt into his arms. Internally, you were conflicted, torn between whether your feelings about him were mutual, you were scared, petrified that you’ve already broken the first and most important rule of fake dating:

Do not catch feelings.

jayjay: DUMPSTER EX? you’re soo foul for that

you: truth hurts unfortunately :/ you never told me what happened that day

jayjay: it was stupid, he just started attacking me, for OBVIOUS reasons, so i couldn’t help defending back :(

you: i’m glad you didn’t get your ass beat

jayjay: gasp you have zero confidence in me!

Tossing your phone to the side was a hard task considering how Jay was basically spamming your message inbox, ranging from panicking about the event that was happening at night to gossiping about exes, he was certainly experiencing many emotions. You were similarly distraught, having a hard time choosing between a black dress or a red one, placing them in front of you for evaluations that just ended up failing.

“By the time we’re done I think the party would’ve ended,” Minji groaned from her side of the room, lounging on her bed as she watched you glancing between the two dresses.

“Not helping,”

“I literally chose the black one and you told me, in your words, ‘what if I looked better in red’ girl, that’s your problem now,”

“I'm indecisive and you know that,” you mumbled sourly, picking the black dress in the end. You were grateful for the fashion Gods, the dress was an absolute banger and you didn’t understand how you even picked it out, you just knew.

“See? I told you,” Minji whistled, manhandling you to do a forceful 180 turn for her, and from the way her face morphed into a smile, you could tell she was pleased. "Jay would drop dead when he sees you," she squealed.

"God I hope not," you joked, squeezing onto your clutch tightly.

jayjay: im outside :)

"He's here," you hissed, becoming frantic all of a sudden, double checking everything at the last minute before slipping your heels on, making sure to give Minji a small kiss on the cheek too and off you went dashing towards Jay's car, noticing his figure faced away, leaning against his car as you got nearer.

"Hi," you panted, masking the fatigue and exhaustion from the amount of panic and stress you went through in those 5 minutes.

You could see Jay glancing up from his phone, then shoving it into his back pocket and turning his head around, his burning eyes locked with yours. A smirk slowly stretched onto his lips, a mischievous glint in his gaze as he sweeped your figure. You were no better, eyes shamelessly boring into him, scanning his attire and you swore your legs were shaking.

Him in a plain black suit shouldn’t be affecting you, but it was. The prada tie hung around neck was equally distracting, how was he making something so simple seem breathtaking? You hated him for it, yes, you absolutely do. His hair was styled back and a single loose strand hung over his forehead, practically challenging the Zayn Malik look.

“Hey,” his hand instinctively reached for your waist, bringing you closer to him. “You look amazing—you’re amazing,” he breathed out, completely transfixed.

“You look great too,” that’s a lie, he looked more than just great.

“Getting complimented by you for once? Honoured,”

“You should be,” you snickered, letting Jay guide you to the passenger side and adoring the way he opened the car door for you. Although it was a small gesture, you appreciate it greatly considering how literally no man had done this for you before. Known fuckboy Park Jong Seong was proving you wrong day by day.

The drive there began quietly and you knew it was going to take a while since it’s quite a distance away, fearing it would be awkward silence once more, but the moment Jay had switched the radio on, the music discourse started, then it progressed into movies.

“I can’t believe you hate rom coms!” you gasped, staring at him in horror as he fumbled to defend himself.

“Look, I didn’t say hate, but it’s just pointless,”

“You’re telling me you’ve never watched the classic rom coms before?” you dramatically leaned away from him, earning a huff.

“No,” he grumbled.

“That’s criminal,” you exclaimed, a little evil idea forming in that brain of yours. “I’m making you watch them,”

“You’re so not,”

“Oh, I am,” you beamed, clapping your hands together. “There are ‘How to Lose a Guy in 10 days’, ‘Notting Hill’, ‘Pretty Woman’, the list goes on and on and Julia Roberts is literally a rom com legend—oh my God, please tell me you’ve watched Mamma Mia before,”

“Of course I did! I’m not that bad,”

“I’m glad,” you let out a sigh of relief, sinking into your seat and making a mental note to write down a list of rom coms to watch with Jay. A rom com marathon date with Jay, cute. The rest of the ride, you listened to Jay’s hilarious rants about the pizzas he tried and the interesting stories from his trips abroad.

The venue was absolutely spacious and screamed sponsored. It was at some five star hotel, the parking was already a clear indication that it wasn’t a hotel to be taken lightly in consideration. Even Jay was surprised, his head twisting and turning to look at the small details of everything, his hand in yours and it genuinely felt like you were dragging a curious child around.

“Didn’t know the hockey associations had this in them,” he cooed, entering the ballroom of the hotel, a big hockey banner hung at the stage, round tables littered here and there, a huge space in the middle for the dancefloor and as for the cherry on top, a wide array of food and drinks displayed freely. Maybe you didn’t fully regret coming.

Despite all that, you only managed to recognise one or two people from the hockey team, but the rest of them were plain strangers, players from different schools that only Jay could probably recognise. You simply felt uneasy.

“Remind me what this is for again?”

“Literally nothing, it’s the same as the frat party but classier I suppose,”

“Real charming,”

“Come on,” Jay said quietly, his hand resting on the small of your back, guiding you towards your designated table, actually glad for once when you saw the hockey team, including Heeseung and Sunghoon. “It’s going to be over soon and hey, you can always talk to the guy’s dates,”

“Will I be seeing their dates the next time?” you arched a quizzical eyebrow at him, knowing their reputation, you wondered if this was a one night exclusive kinda thing, but you weren’t there to judge.

“Hard to say,” Jay frowned.

“Wait—” you paused, placing an arm on Jay’s shoulder. “What about us? This whole deal was for tonight, but what happens after?”

“I don’t think it’s the right time to discuss this right now, Y/N,” Jay glanced back and forth between you and his friends at the table, making sure his voice was extra hushed. “Let’s just survive tonight first, and we’ll talk about the rest after. Capiche?”

You nodded, but deep down, you could tell that talk was already dreaded by the both of you. You’d hate to admit it, but after being with Jay for a while, you were not willing to let go. What if he didn’t feel the same and you’ll just end up being those clingy girls he dated before? It was such a wrong time to think about all these when you’re in the middle of some stupid event, but your mind has its way to put you off, always.

“You okay?” Jay was close, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of emotions. It definitely helped in snapping you out of your daze, and it took your utmost willpower to not shy away or kiss him at that exact moment, he was so pretty, painfully pretty when he was up close for you to be able to capture his every feature.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, squeezing his shoulder lightly before looping your arm around his. “I’m a little hungry,”

“Me too,” Jay groaned, his head turning over to where the buffet was, evidently displaying heart eyes. “I’ll go get us some, you should join them first, and save me a seat too, please,”

“‘Please’? That’s a first from you,”

“Do you want your food or not?”

“You’re so romantic whenever you threaten me,” you shooed Jay away, forcing him to fetch some food while you trudged your way towards the table, Heeseung and Sunghoon nodded at you when you caught their eyes.

"Y/N," the two hockey players regarded you, their dates giving you friendly smiles and you took a seat next to Heeseung's date.

"Heeseung, Sunghoon," you raised your eyebrows. "And the ladies," you have to admit it, at least they had great tastes.

Heeseung and Sunghoon introduced you to their dates, one was Chaewon and the other was Kazuha, both of them being the nicest people you've ever met and you swore you were about to ditch Jay for them instead.

"Hey," Jay finally appeared, his hands were occupied by two plates and thankfully, he was smart enough to fill them up to the brim. He slipped into the empty seat next to you, acknowledging his friends and their dates.

“This is a first,” Heeseung noted thoughtfully, catching both you and Jay off guard.

“Hm?” Jay hummed, passing you the utensils.

“Don’t ‘hm’ me. This is literally my first time seeing you treat a girl like this,”

Jay stared back at his friends as if they were insane, you just stayed amused. “You’re making me sound like I’ve treated other girls like a dickhead,”

“You know what I mean,”

You didn’t. But it seemed Jay did, silently sighing underneath his breath and shrugging Heeseung’s words off, turning to you instead. “I got you some strawberries, I remembered you mentioned loving them once,”

There was a tug at your heartstrings, it was your absolute weakness: people remembering your favourite things; Jay most definitely had a great way to get into your heart and mind. He was slowly but surely ticking off the boxes on the list you’ve created in your head, titled ‘things Jay is forbidden to do so that I WON’T end up liking him’ and he was proving you wrong by checking them off one at a time, damn it.

The food wasn’t the best but the company surely did help. The whole of the hockey team was cracking jokes around the table, you were laughing until your stomach was hurting, the atmosphere high and wild, you were too busy trying not to choke at the jokes to notice that you were practically leaning onto Jay’s side, shoulders touching and you could feel the warmth emanating from his body.

What’s a fancy event without a speech at the end of the night? Other than that boring part, you were relieved to hear there was at least a dance to end the night off on a high with, since the dance floor was there for a reason. The team around the table started dispersing in pairs, until it was only you and Jay left.

“Were you waiting for me to ask?” Jay teased, his eyes lingering on you.

“Isn’t that how it’s supposed to go usually?” you mused, raising an accusing eyebrow at him and he stifled a laugh.

“I’m playing with you. I was waiting for the other’s to leave first so that I could be alone with you—” he bumped your shoulder gently with his, “—and ask you personally,” he stood up from his seat, the soft glow from the lights shone across his face, alighting his delicate features, he looked like a fantasy, too good to be true, and maybe he was. “Would you like to dance?”

“I would love to,” you accepted his hand, allowing him to lead you to the dancefloor and you suddenly felt nervous, hoping you wouldn’t end up tripping or stumbling, or worse, stepping on Jay’s toes. Somehow, he would always sense your distress and this time, it was the same.

“Don’t be nervous, I won’t start hoisting you up like those Disney shows,” he said with his recognizable playful smile that you’ve grown used to.

You were facing him now, his hand not leaving yours and only tightening its grip, pulling you in closer and closer until you were only mere inches away from him, noses almost touching. The other hand of his rested on your waist, yours on his shoulder, eyes not leaving one another. The lights were dimmed down, slow music was playing in the background and you swore you saw something sparked in his gaze as you two started moving to the rhythm.

“I might’ve said it earlier already but genuinely, you’re absolutely breathtaking,” Jay whispered, his voice low and his gaze piercing.

“Have my love potions finally worked?” you smiled, hoping and praying that Jay wouldn’t notice the slight tinge of pink rising to your cheeks.

“I think they did,” Jay nodded slowly, biting his lip for a moment before leaning even more closer, space was basically nonexistent between you two now. “I might want to keep you forever now, keep you by my side and never let you go,”

Could this be his answer? An answer to your countless doubts and thoughts that piled in your mind. This was stupid, he was stupid. Stupidly handsome and charming it had you going insane and you thought hockey jocks wouldn’t have this effect on you, guess you were wrong all along.

“Really?” you breathed out, barely audible, but expectant.

“I don’t think I was ever joking,”

“I—”

“Jay!” Sunghoon’s voice boomed through the crowd and you could see the hope drain from Jay’s face, his eyebrows furrowed and features twisted into annoyance. “Dude, I heard there’s some free booze that costs thousands! Can we please go check it out—am I interrupting something here?”

“You think?” Jay seethed out, taking off his suit’s blazer and placing them over your shoulders. It was something small, maybe even insignificant to others, but to you, it meant a lot, and you were hoping no one noticed your slight shyness after.

“It’s fine,” you placed a reassuring hand on Sunghoon’s shoulder. “You can whisk him off for the night, but don’t make him drunk,”

“Got it,” Sunghoon showed you two thumbs up, throwing his arm around Jay's shoulder.

“I’ll see you later? Call me if you need anything,”

“I’ll be okay, I have Chaewon and Zuha here,”

Jay only silently nodded, begrudgingly following his friend but making sure to turn back and take a last peek of you before fully disappearing away. You were left alone standing in the midst of the dancefloor, feeling a pair of eyes on you and you knew exactly who it was, Sujin.

Maybe this whole plan worked too well, it had you totally forgetting its original objectives and you couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad thing. All you knew was that you needed a long and deep talk with Jay and whatever he said earlier definitely had you on the edge all night while he was somewhere getting wasted. Hey, someone had to be the responsible one, and it happened to be you.

“You’re telling me Heeseung spilled a drink over a girl a few days ago?”

You found yourself giggling and messing around with Chaewon and Kazuha, the three of you sharing odd stories of one another and it evolved into gossiping about your own dates. Chaewon turned to you, a cheeky grin wide on her face.

“You and Jay are dating right?” she nudged you playfully, Kazuha followed with a smile.

“I guess so?” you threw your hands up, sipping from a drink you didn’t really like but still endured.

“You seem unsure—oh wow, did he never confirm it between you two?”

“No, not that—” it was that, it was complicated. “It’s just something’s bugging me,”

“What is?” the two girls leaned in closer.

“Just, the other day at a party, I saw him coming out of a room with his ex and I got mad—”

“Rightfully so,”

“I heard his explanation and I felt bad for jumping to conclusions,”

“Oh, honey, it’s our first instinct, you don’t have to beat yourself up for it,”

“Yeah, I know, I do trust him, he didn’t seem to look like he had just freshly made out with her or anything, but something in me just doesn’t feel like I’ve fully made peace with this whole thing,”

“Which means?”

“I don’t know exactly, I think I’m either super paranoid or simply scared something bad might happen,”

“I might’ve not been with Sunghoon for long enough and I don’t even think we’re a thing, but I’ve hung out with him and Jay included, and it’s enough for me to say that Jay is a good guy. He might be a well known fuckboy at first encounter, but the more you got to know him, you’ll realise he’s actually the sweetest and nicest guy ever,”

“Excluding his reputation,” Chaewon added thoughtfully.

“Excluding that,” Kazuha repeated. “But he probably changed, I don’t see him at many parties anymore after he got with you. It’s cheesy to say but I think you might’ve changed that man,”

“Mhm,” Chaewon nodded along, placing a hand on your thigh and giving you a comforting pat. “Please don’t let some ex overwhelm your thoughts and sever your relationship, I’ve been there and it sucked, believe me. I see the way he looks at you, I can tell he likes you a lot, I really don’t wish anything to happen between you two,”

“Plus, the three of us needs to hang out more, go on dates together, it’ll be fun,”

“Agreed,”

You broke into a smile, laughing softly and leaned into Chaewon’s embrace. “I know we’ve barely met but would it be too soon to say I love you guys?”

“Never,” the two girls snickered in unison.

The night gradually passed without your knowledge, time practically nonexistent when you spoke to your new found besties, only noticing how late it was when you saw people slowly making their way to the exit, hand in hand with their partners, and you thought of Jay. Please don’t be high or drunk somewhere, or just both in general.

“God, look at the time, should we go find them?” Kazuha pointed out, Chaewon stretching her arms out beside her while you readjusted yourself uncomfortably in this dress.

“We really should, they’re probably drunk or something. Come on,” Kazuha pulled you up and it took your utmost strength to not collapse from the pain, all thanks to your killer heels you were now wincing everytime you walked. Beauty is pain indeed.

It didn’t take long for the three of you to spot the hockey guys, distinguishing Sunghoon’s glorious silver hair that shone particularly brighter under the lights from the mirrorball. Although they seemed sober still, you could tell they were beginning to be at their wits end, but forget about them, Jay was nowhere in sight and you couldn’t help feeling unease.

“Where’s Jay?”

“Oh, Jay?”

“Yes, Jay,” you folded your arm, staring expectantly at them.

“He got a call or something just ten minutes back, he said he was supposed to be back soon, as in right now, but he’s not here,” Heeseung said, trying to take a swig of his cup before it was swatted away by Chaewon. “He did go that way,” he pointed at the door that led out to the terrace.

“I’ll go get him,”

“Do you need any of us to help?”

“I’ll be fine … for now,” you gave them a smile of assurance, but you yourself were far from being assured.

Trudging your way past the dispersing crowd, you were wondering where Jay was, silently cursing him out as you continued your way even if your shoes were killing you. Never again. The terrace was a nice place to getaway, the open space looked out to a night sky that was illuminated by skyscrapers and stars, plus the cool night breeze made it even better.

The area was wide, tables and chairs littered here and there, but there was no five feet ten hockey player anywhere. You decided to walk around a little bit more, pulling your phone out and dialling Jay’s number, praying he was somewhere near. There was no way this would be a second reenactment of the party at the beach except this time it’s actually a real scary movie, right?

Wrong.

The moment you rang Jay, you managed a sigh of relief once you heard a ringtone sounding from a distance away, so as anyone would, you followed it, turning around a corner and you saw Jay’s back, elation filled your heart, but before you could even shout his name, your perfect bubble burst.

Jay wasn’t alone, no, he was with someone, a girl. You squint your eyes and you swore your knees turned into jelly in that second. Sujin, the dumpster ex, pulled him into a kiss. A mix of countless emotions swelled in you, whether it was anger, shock or sadness, all you knew was that you needed to get out right now. You couldn’t believe it, Jay, the guy you actually considered was doing this. Maybe trusting him was the worst idea you could ever conjure up your entire life.

“Fuck me,” you cursed out, maybe a little too loudly because it definitely did make Jay stumble back from his ex, turning around to meet your eyes and you could tell he was not expected you here, hell you weren’t even expecting yourself to be in this foolish position.

“What—Y/N?” Jay somewhat looked too disoriented, unaware of what was happening as though he had just woken up 10 years later. But you couldn’t care less, you were hurt and you weren’t about to pretend nothing had happened and start acting jolly good. No, you weren’t going to stand there to let the scene before you swallow you whole, no way, you were going to leave this situation, this stupid event and this entire agreement.

You stormed away, not daring to look back, mustering every bit of courage you had to swallow down a sob and remain prideful, even if it meant you had to fake it till you made it. Hurt wasn’t a stranger to you. You’ve experienced hurt in many forms. Physically, when you fell down on the rough rocky road; emotionally in terms of family, friends, love. But this was a hurt that resembled a deep cut, the feeling of being stabbed in the heart haunted your soul.

“Y/N, wait,”

Fuck, not here, not now, not when you were inside and standing in the middle of the room. Even though there was barely any one here by now, the guys from Jay’s hockey team remained, including Heeseung and Sunghoon, you were not ready to confront or be confronted.

“No, Jay, no ‘wait’,” you put your hand out, distancing yourself away from him, but you could still smell the alcohol in his breath. You wished and hoped he was sober enough for this, because in the next hour you were going to be the one drinking to death instead.

“I can explain—”

“Can you?”

“What?”

“Can you explain this time? Is it just a drunken mistake? Is that what you were going to say?”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, we aren’t even dating,”

Heads turned, you could sense people’s attention on the two of you now, but you were far from caring about that, not when Jay’s words felt exactly like a dig at your already fragile heart. God, you were so so stupid and naive.

“Say it again,” the words came out in a whisper, your lips trembling. “Say it again, say how we were never real, how all of this was just a fucking scheme to get back at your ex, and ha—!” you threw your hands up, swallowing down a lump in your throat, “it worked, didn’t it? I ended up falling for your tricks and I ended up falling for you too, funny isn’t it?

Jay’s face twisted upon digesting your words, but you went on.

“I should’ve known that you were using me all along just to get back with her…” you faltered, your voice eventually failing you.

“Y/N, come on…” he said weakly, but you just shook your head.

“Go back to her,”

“Don’t you get it? Fuck, I’d choose you over her, any day, any time. I’d choose you over everyone God damn it. Can’t you see that?”

Your mouth fell open for a second, but nothing could come out as a response.

To say that you were bewildered was an understatement indeed, you were absolutely stunned speechless. The man before you, despite looking in a daze from God knows how much alcohol he had consumed, showed that his eyes said otherwise, staring back at you with desperation, longing, pining and sadness. Your heart could only take so much.

“Goodnight, Jay.”

What pained you more was the fact that he didn’t even try after that. No, he didn’t call for you nor did he stop you from leaving like those scenes from your favourite rom coms, he just decided to let you go.

At one point, you really wished someone would come out and yell ‘this is a prank’ at you, but obviously, no one did. This whole thing was basically a reenactment of Cinderella, except it was a modern day and much more angsty version of every kid’s favourite movie.

Of course, you happened to be Cinderella and he was Prince Charming, the clock struck midnight, you were leaving him in a haste and he was left stranded alone in the middle of a dance, how ironic.

Oh, how you wished you were able to hide away from your own Prince Charming like the old mediaeval days.

“ARE YOU GOING TO CONTINUE CRYING OVER ‘HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS’?”

“Leave me alone,”

“It isn’t a good coping method,”

Somehow, it was already almost a week since that night. You remembered calling a cab in the dead of the night (dumb idea) and phoning Minji the whole way sobbing till the point where the driver had to pull over. You were pathetic and even a stranger could tell so, but you know what, he was nice about it and that’s the positives you’d take from that.

“And it’s ironic how I actually did somewhat lose a guy too,” you tried laughing, but it only sounded like a choke, Minji shaking her head sympathetically at you.

Speaking about Minji, she definitely wasn’t pleased to hear what had happened. Knowing her, you knew she was about to say ‘I told you so’ but seeing you in your pathetic state, she kept her mouth zipped and quiet, letting you into her bed and having a sob session. It was a crazy night.

“When will you hear him out—did you even hear him out in the first place?” Minji eyed you accusingly and you began cowering under her intense gaze.

“No…”

“Y/N,” Minji sighed, shifting closer to you. “I know the whole picture is super messy and totally off putting, but what if it was an accident?”

“Him kissing his ex is a pretty clear picture to me, how would it be an accident?” you wrapped your blanket tighter around you, mumbling disheartedly.

“What if he fell on her or something?”

“Now you sound absolutely ridiculous,” you scoffed.

“What I really mean is, you should go and talk it out with him, if not, this thing will just drag on and you’ll hurt more,”

“I don’t think I’m ready, the wound’s still fresh,”

“I get it,” Minji placed her head on your shoulder, snuggling on your side. “It takes time, and I don’t think he’s ready either.”

Jay wasn’t ready, in fact he thinks he’s never going to face you again.

The moment he watched you slip away from him that night, he knew it was best to just let you go. Or so he thought. Best believe he got an earful from both Heeseung and Sunghoon, not to mention their dates. He could still remember the bursts of disbelief from them, the amount of ‘it was fake?’ and ‘what did you do?’ rung through his head till now, where he stared blankly back at the rink, sitting silently on one of the seats in the stands.

“It’s barely 24 hours and it’s also a Sunday, what are you doing here?” the team’s captain boomed through the empty arena, approaching Jay and eventually taking a seat next to him.

“Taking my mind off … things, what are you doing here?” Jay regarded Heeseung for a moment.

“I figured you’re here,”

Jay nodded at Heeseung’s words, silence eventually filled the space between them. It was one of those moments where they knew something was wrong, but no one wanted to speak up about it.

“Are you not going to tell us what happened? Or did you simply decide to kiss your ex?” Heeseung broke the ice, coming off slightly harsh, detesting the silence from Jay. He knew this wasn’t the best friend he trusted his life with, the Jay he knew wasn’t a cheater, even if the relationship wasn’t real.

“Would you even believe me?”

“I would, I’ve known you for years, there’s no way you’re doubting my trust for you,” Heeseung rested his hand on Jay’s shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

Jay ran his hand across his face, blinking momentarily before sighing deeply. “I wasn’t the one who kissed her. I don’t know what happened to lead up to that, but I swear she suddenly turned me around and pressed herself onto me. I was just chilling outside for fresh air,”

“You’re kidding,”

“If I was I wouldn’t be here at all,”

“Have you confronted Sujin?”

“Kind of? If you count screaming at her and telling Intak about it as a confrontation, then yes,” Jay was fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes trained on the rink. “I think Intak broke it off with her after,”

“Deserved,” Heeseung mused, a small smile on his face, karma truly worked wonders. “Now that’s settled, what about Y/N? I still can’t believe you roped her into a fake dating scheme just for that event,”

“Alright, alright, I’ve done some dumb shit and this was one of them, I know,” Jay admitted, throwing his hands up in defeat. “And I know I’ve hurt her … a lot, that’s why I don’t know how I can ever face her again,”

“I don’t understand why you didn’t chase after her that night,”

“I admit I did pussy out a little—”

“‘A little’?”

“Shut up,” Jay narrowed his eyes at his captain, who stared back, equally unamused. “I thought letting her go was the best choice, I was scared of hurting her more,”

Heeseung’s gaze softened, remaining quiet as he listened to his best friend opening up. Heeseung had these types of deep talk with Jay many times before, but this time, it was different. Being the one who stuck alongside Jay since his first breakup to now, he was the clearest when it came to Jay and his feelings. Over the years of witnessing Jay and his casual one nights, Heeseung expected it to last until the very day Jay retires from hockey, but your sole existence proved him wrong, and it definitely proved Jay wrong as well.

“Jay, do you like her?” Heeseung said after a while, catching the latter off guard.

“I–I–” Jay stammered, his body rigid and thoughts were circling in his mind. He didn’t just like you, he knows he’s fallen for you, you were the first girl to ever caught his eyes way before he even got to talk to you.

He remembered it clearly, you were the one who called hockey stupid in front of his face, oblivious to the fact that he played the sport. He was injured at that time, sitting in the stands and watching his team play when he heard your voice complaining, your then boyfriend next to you. Offended Jay was once he heard the insult, though he was fascinated by you, but it was just his fuckboy side talking and he ended up staying silent instead.

Next thing he knew, he was all recovered and you were in the crowd, your face blank, the seat next to you was empty. Jay assumed it was a break up, something in him was giddy and he went on to score a hat trick that night. After all that, people might assume he would’ve gotten your number already, right? Nope. He never had the guts to and you stopped coming to games, only appearing once in a few months, until that fateful night at the beach.

“I do like her, fuck,” Jay threw his head back, leaning into the seat and his hands on his face, swallowing deeply as if he was in trouble, maybe because he was. How was he going to tell you he liked you and confront you about that night? There were two big stones thrown at his head. "I like her so much till the point where I think the amount of denial I had is turning into delusions instead,"

"So, you've reached insanity, got it,"

"God, I haven't been romantically in love with many girls before, but I'm pretty sure this is what being in love feels like, right … ?"

Heeseung stared at Jay's pathetic expression, sighing deeply, clapping his back. "It's different for everyone but I can guarantee that you're on the right track, buddy,"

"Okay," Jay said breathlessly and nodded blankly, seeming as though he had just freshly figured out his feelings, putting the missing pieces into his puzzle. "Got it, but how do I apologise to her now?"

"What do you mean? Just go up to her and talk, say sorry and explain,"

"I feel like that's not enough,"

A sudden spark alighted in Heeseung's eyes, a shiver equally went down Jay's spine when he witnessed that before him. Lee Heeseung and his ideas were a mix of trouble and sometimes success, mainly trouble. “You know, Sunghoon pitched this idea to me yesterday, he said something about this is how you get the girl,”

The mention of Sunghoon's name and his idea didn't help at all.

“Write her an apology on our jumbotron,”

“You're insane,”

“And we happen to have access to it,”

“... tell me more.”

YOU WERE REGRETTING YOUR CHOICE OF AGREEING TO HEESEUNG AND SUNGHOON’S INVITE.

Hockey games were never up your alley, they knew that, but somehow they still managed to pull you into attending their game, even after what had happened. They did offer to bring you out for a luxurious buffet and you guessed it was their way of an apology, not passing up on it either.

“This better be worth it,” you grumbled under your breath, settling into your seat, glancing down at the rink, making it a strenuous effort to not stare at him. Ladies, do not chase, attract. You were not about to go running after Jay, nope, never.

No matter how hard you tried suppressing the thought of Jay, it lingered nevertheless. You wondered when he would talk to you again, or if he ever would, and being the most stubborn person you were, you weren’t going to confront him despite the need of an explanation clawing at your deepest desires.

The first and second period rolled by mindlessly and you were starting to be at your wits end, reminding you why you barely ever attend hockey games after your ex, but at least the home team was leading. The third period was slightly more thrilling thanks to the small fight between two players, enraging you and the crowd, but once the puck landed on Jay’s end of the stick, everyone was on their feet, watching him zoom past the defensemen.

Without saying, Jay scored the game’s winning goal, the crowd going wild. You couldn’t help smiling, the whole team engulfed him wholly, making you let out a small giggle, and you had to admit, times like this where teams win crucial games do make you happy. Meanwhile, what you hadn’t noticed was the fact that Jay was glancing up at the crowd, his eyes searching for your figure.

On the other hand, what you did notice was the jumbotron. A video of Jay doing his celebration flashed big on the screen, a giant ‘GOAL’ next to his head, but there was another line of words under that caught your attention at once, knowing it was directed at you. ‘I’m sorry and I miss you. I’ll wait for you, even if it’s a lifetime. Please come back to me.’ Totally not heartbreaking and gut wrenching for you!

Screw being a cold hearted girl boss, all you wanted was to run back to him.

Slinging your bag onto your shoulder, your mind was in a mess as you made your way out, squeezing past people and mumbling apologies in return. You mentally made a list of things you were going to do. First, run back to the dorms. Second, cry. Third, figure shit out. Just to make matters messier, your journey out wasn’t the smoothest, especially when you had to bump into Jay’s dumpster ex. What great timing this was.

“Y/N?” Sujin was shocked to see you, but you were clearly unimpressed.

“You still have the guts to turn up in front of me? In here? In a school you don’t go to?”

“I–I just wanted to talk to you,”

“Me? What’s there to say?” you crossed your arms, staring expectantly at her.

“Look, Jay didn’t kiss me, I kissed Jay, you get it?”

You blinked. Were you supposed to get it? As much as you wished you didn’t, you did, and your mind turned into a worse state of mush. God rest your soul, you were about to pull someone’s hair out.

“What?” you exclaimed incredulously, furiousness crawling into your system. “So, you’re telling me you basically threw yourself onto him?”

“I suppose?”

“Wow, you really are a freaky ex, not freaky in a good way either,” you gestured at Sujin, a sick feeling in your stomach. It was never Jay’s fault, but his dumpster ex, and maybe all along he was trying to explain his side, yet you didn’t listen. Now, you felt like an idiot and an asshole. “You can stay in the dumpster and never return. You’re sick and twisted and I hope you’ll never turn up and harass Jay ever again, you got it? Or else I’ll curse you into being single forever,”

“I—”

You didn’t let her finish, you couldn’t bother to do so, instead you turned away, speed walking towards the locker rooms that unknowingly became yours and Jay’s meeting spot. Heart beating quick, your feet stumbling from walking too fast, your breath heaving, you were getting anxious. By the time you were standing in front of the locker room, sweat was trickling down the side of your face, whether it was from pure anxiety or just walking, you didn’t know. All you knew was that you needed to talk to Jay.

“Y/N, what brings you here?” Heeseung had his hands in his pockets, headphones around his neck, looking fresh off the shower as he greeted you. “I know Sunghoon and I invited you for dinner but I don’t think it’s tonight—”

“Where’s Jay?”

“Jay?” Heeseung repeated, he didn’t seem like he was believing what he had heard. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“Are there other ‘Jay's' that you know?”

“Uh—no,” Heeseung stammered, shaking his head as if he’s trying to shake his dizziness away. “Jay left already, Y/N,”

“Oh,” it was obvious how deflated you became, the drop in your voice and disappointment written all over your face. Heeseung gave you an apologetic smile, but you could only manage a small wave of goodbye and a quiet bid of goodnight before turning back to the original path to the exit.

To say you felt frustrated, embarrassed, sad was an understatement, those words would never amount to the real emotions you were feeling. You were a mess, your love life was in a big distress and practically crumbling apart. The walk home couldn’t be more depressing than usual, can’t it?

Taylor Swift playlists to sob to, a tub of strawberry ice cream, a random rom com were all going to be your biggest hug of the night.

“GODS, THIS IS MISERABLE,”

A tub of half eaten ice cream sat sadly on your bedside table, a 90s romcom remained playing in the background. You couldn’t help frowning at the sight of the two leads falling in love, everything felt pathetic at this point.

You truly did stick to your words. Arriving back to an empty dorm room, courtesy to Minji for staying over at her boyfriend’s place, you practically had the whole dorm to yourself, meaning a space of free self loathing, you ran to your bed and plummeted into it. It took everything in you to not let out a blood curdling scream, instead you just took your laptop out and put on your favourite movie.

It was still early, midnight was barely approaching, so you were glad to be able to stay awake longer. It began raining heavily outside, a perfect sign for you to be in your sheets, reading your unfinished book that you’ve left hanging since months back. The whole scene of you being in bed on a rainy Friday night truly reflected a part from a romcom, how ironic it was.

In the midst of ‘16 Candles’ playing loudly on your laptop, the doorbell rang out of the blue. You froze, pausing the movie, slight paranoia creeping onto you. Right, being alone in an empty dorm room with a thunderstorm happening outside definitely wasn’t a common plot from horror. At first, you planned to ignore it, but a second ring prompted you to muster your courage to open the door.

‘I’m going to be fine’ chants were circling your mind as you approached the front door, one hand on the door knob, eyes glancing back and forth at the kitchen knife, you weren’t going down without a fight. A turn of the door knob and a pull of hand, the door swung open to a man. Wait. Not just any man—

“Jay?”

His name naturally rolled off your tongue, but your eyes couldn’t believe he’s actually standing right in front of you.

Jay stared back, equally startled, as though he hadn’t expected you to open the door for him. He was standing there like a ghost, fully drenched from head to toe, shaking from the rain. His face was impassive, but his gaze showed otherwise, a hint of sadness and desperation painted in his brown irises.

“Are you insane?”

Jay glanced down at his attire that was basically soaked to the core, a small sigh escaping his lips. “We need to talk, Y/N,”

You nodded wordlessly, your eyes unknowingly avoiding his piercing gaze as you slowly backed away to the kitchen, grabbing a dry towel. “Here,” you handed Jay the towel, your hand shaking a little.

“Thanks. Can I—” he took a peek over your shoulder, “—come in?”

“I—yeah,” you were slightly alarmed, moving to the side for him to enter before shutting the door, making sure to draw in a big breath to calm your nerves.

“Y/N, please let me explain—”

“Jay, I’m really sorry—”

The two of you halted, realising that you’ve spoken in unison, the silence dawning on the both of you. Jay broke into an awkward smile and you felt yourself grinning just a little. Jay gestured at you to continue, so you did, letting out the things you’ve bottle in for days.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what happened and I just jumped to conclusions, which was wrong for me to do but—” you swallowed, blinking hard, “—but it was heart wrenching for me to see you kissing someone else, especially when it’s your ex, and it’s stupid, it’s so stupid that I’m feeling this way when we’re not even a thing!”

“It’s not stupid, Y/N,”

“It is,”

“It’s not,” Jay repeated, taking a step closer, a look of pining in his eyes as he searched for yours. You didn’t realise how much you’ve truly missed him until you saw him close. “I never intended to kiss Sujin, you know? I went out because she called me saying she needed help, and she took the chance when I was confused to kiss me. I know I’ve asked for you to trust me before, but if you don’t, I’ll get it,”

“I do,” you said at once, eliciting a small look of surprise from him. “I spoke to her,”

“What?”

“She admitted it to me, and I wanted to find you after the game but you were already gone, then I realised how much of an Idiot I was,”

“Ah,” Jay said softly under his breath, combing his fingers through his hair, seemingly trying to digest everything in. The beat of silence was suffocating you gradually, uneasiness hung in the cold air of your dorm. It took you everything to pour the words you’ve been holding in your heart out.

“I trust you, I do, but what are we, Jay? What are we doing?” you breathed out, chewing anxiously on your bottom lip. “If you want to end it here, then say it—”

“We can be anything you want,”

“I want you, Jay,” you blurted out, it was too late to turn back and run now. “I don’t want you to need me, I want you to want me, just as much as I want you,”

Jay stepped closer, testing the waters between you and him before sensing the green light from you to continue further. Space was practically nonexistent, you were inches from him, letting his hand wander from your face to the back of your neck, naturally leaning into his warm touch that reminded you of the feeling of fire on a cold night. The hand resting on the back of your neck pulled you in closer, one wrong move and you would be kissing him.

“I do want you,” Jay said quietly, the minty scent laced in his breath entering your senses. “I like you, Y/N. There’s no doubt about that, I know it. I’m aware that this whole thing started out fake and I expected nothing from it, but when I realised I felt something more for you, I was scared you would leave, especially since I had a history of—”

“Being a fuckboy?”

Jay rolled his eyes, grinning at the unamused look on your face. “That. So I thought letting you go after that night was a good decision, that my feelings would eventually disappear and you wouldn’t be hurt anymore, but God, I ended up hurting you instead and you have no idea how I had lost my mind,”

“Jay…” you were quite literally speechless, his words didn’t just had to tongue tied and had rendered you wordless completely, it made your insides twist and turn in the most childish way, it made you feel like you were a teenage girl who had just talked to her crush for the first time, you were giddy.

“I choose you, my love. Any day, any time, anywhere. It’s always going to be you, only you,”

You were resisting the urge to break into the cheesiest smile ever, Park Jong Seong was about to be the death of you. “I like you too, big head. If you don’t kiss me now, I might change my mind,”

“You’re going to be the death of me,”

Jay finally closed the space between you and him, pressing his lips on yours feverishly, your honey flavoured melting onto his lips and his cologne swarmed your senses, this was heaven. His hand travelled back to rest on your cheek, while yours was having a field trip travelling up his chest and into his hair, giving a slight tug which resulted in a groan from him. You tilted your head, feeling Jay part his lips and deepening the kiss, his other hand on your waist to pull you much more closer, your body now pressed up against his.

“Y/N,” he mumbled against your lips as you gently pushed him towards your couch.

You hummed in response, feeling his body fall onto the couch with a thud and you followed suit, falling onto his lap, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You opened your eyes, pulling away to meet his heavy gaze that was staring back with equal desire.

“Be my girlfriend?” his voice came out in a whisper, but your ears perked up at those three words, a teasing grin pulled at your lips and your hand instinctively reached for his cheek to squeeze, earning a look of annoyance and endearment from him.

“Only if you take me out to dinner first, big head,”

“You’re such a tease,” he chuckled, pressing a haste kiss on the side of your lips and you giggled, brushing the strands of hair from his forehead.

“I’d be crazy to say ‘no’ after all this, you idiot,” you flicked at his forehead, eliciting a sharp hiss and a piercing glare from him, reminding you of a black cat. “So, yes, I’d like to be your girlfriend,”

You watched the man before you smiling wider than the time he won the championship with his team last season, his eyes shining bright and face beaming. Gosh, he was such a dream. One hand cupped your cheek, pinching it softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you like my wife instead,”

You rolled your eyes at his words, deadpanning at him. “You’re too cheesy, Park Jong Seong,”

“And you love me for that.” he said in a sing-song tone before bringing you in for another kiss, this time softer and gentler, as if Jay was scared he would shatter you if he had kissed you too hard.

If you had the choice to stay just like this for the next few hours, you would gladly take it. You were relieved everything was well now, even if it meant Jay's wet pants were staining your couch, but you're sure Minji would understand.

Just as Taylor Swift would say, you believe you were entering your 'Lover' era, and you couldn't wait to be with your hotheaded hockey boyfriend. Yes, boyfriend, with no space.

“SO … YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN INTO ME ALL ALONG?”

It has been a few months since you and Jay made it official together. To top off the unforgettable experience, Minji came home the next day to see you and him cuddling in bed, not missing the chance to get a picture and proceeding to give Jay a humble Ted Talk during breakfast, but it was all good after.

Jay did stick to your request and bring you out for dinner, but Heeseung and Sunghoon unintentionally beat him to it first by dragging you to the buffet they promised before Jay’s fancy dinner night, and he was forced to follow begrudgingly. Breaking the news to Heeseung and Sunghoon was definitely an interesting occurrence, including the usual bro talk and the crazy ship names, but in the end, they were glad you were finally together with Jay and was miles prouder of Jay for finally working up the courage to confess.

Now, here you were, on a Saturday night at Jay’s apartment enjoying a glass of wine, a random rom com in the background as promised of a marathon, and listening to your tipsy boyfriend spill about his first impression of you, which led to him unveiling the part where he laid eyes on you during the hockey game.

“Not always, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Jay cut you off, raising an eyebrow at you. "I still can't believe you called hockey stupid,"

"It was a moment of hatred, okay?" You tapped his chin, swirling the wine glass in your hand. "Now, I'm a big hockey fan,"

"You're stupid,"

You feigned a dramatic gasp, punching his shoulder softly. "You're stupid … stupid,"

"Yes, yes, I am," Jay eventually gave in, closing in and pressing his lips onto yours, tasting the familiar taste of the red wine on your tongue. "I'm so grateful to have you with me, lovely. What would I be doing without you?"

"Fucking other girls?"

"You've ruined the mood,"

You laughed, pressing a kiss on his cheek. "I'm kidding. You would be in a ditch without me,"

"You're not wrong," Jay's thumb was grazing against your lip, his eyes half-lidded, the alcohol in his system overpowering. "God, I love you,"

"I love you more, big head," you said, feeling a swarm of butterflies fluttering wildly in your abdomen. Jay was perfect, too perfect that it intimidated you, but what you didn't know was that he felt the same way about you too. "Are you turning red, Jong Seong?"

"What? Pft, it's the wine," he waved your words off, turning away to hide the obvious that he was becoming a shade of pink and maroon. You snorted at his ridiculousness, pushing his face to face back at you.

"Kiss me again?"

"You make me such a happy man, you know that?" Jay grinned, saying nothing more and pulled you in, abandoning his wine glass.

Jay couldn’t help but smile against your lips, being the happiest man in the entire universe at this moment, because he knew he finally got the girl, his girl, and there was no way he would ever lose you again. Never.

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love love love the rafe cameron x weirdgirl!reader au!! imagine reader at the country club overhearing some mean boys making fun of her and how rafe is crazy to date someone like her :(( she stays in her room after hearing this and rafe catches her biting herself and crying (she normally bites him but after hearing this she feels like she can’t) oh my heart-

No bc this is like sooo perfect. This is literally so her. I’ve been having a lot of fun coming up with lore for her so I’m so glad you’re liking her so far!! Warnings: (I’d like to note that weird girl is autistic coded bc I am autistic), Reader gets her feelings hurt, protective Rafe, biting 18+MNDI!! Part of this AU

“Yeah dude, she’s like so hot until she opens her mouth.” Your footsteps come to a sudden halt, your shiny black Mary Jane’s squeaking against the polished wooden floors of the country club. There’s a group of guys about your age standing around the corner in a circle all snickering to each other.

“No, yeah, like she says the fucking weirdest shit in that creepy little monotone voice. I have no idea how Rafe puts up with it.”

“The pussy must be out of this world or some shit because I would never be able to handle that. I saw her last week on the beach collecting animal bones or some shit bro. Bet she went back to check on her kill.” The entire group starts busting up laughing just as you feel hot tears start to stream down your cheeks. You just want to leave but they are blocking the only path to the door so you suck it up and high tail it as fast as you past them.

You were waiting for Rafe to be done with his game of golf but after that? You really didn’t want to bother him with wanting to leave early so you decided to just walk the mile and a half home. If you were lucky maybe you’d run into the neighborhood cat you befriended and he would walk part of the way with you.

When you get home you rush up the stairs and into your room, slamming the door behind you. Your head is swimming with negative thoughts. You were always scared you were too weird for Rafe, too much, too different from him. So when you hear guys he hangs around saying things like that about you? It’s hard to not let it get to your head.

You kick off your shoes and practically tear off the cute outfit you spent over an hour putting together. You grab your pink fuzzy robe, and walk over to your bunny’s cage, smiling down at her with watery eyes.

“I think you’re the only one that really understands me, Lydia.” Your bottom lip wobbles as you pick her up and walk over to your bed. You rock back and forth slightly as you caress her fur, trying to self soothe. You’re realizing in this moment that maybe you really are too much for Rafe because you hardly remember how to calm yourself down without him.

You wish so badly that he was here. You know he would hold you tight and let you sink your teeth into him until your tears stopped flowing. It seems to be one of the only things that truly calms you down so you decide to bring your own hand up to your mouth and bite down on it. It soothes you a little, but it isn’t Rafe. He’s called you a few times but you just let it ring, he’s probably worried, but you’re too embarrassed to pick up.

“Baby? Are you here?” The minute you hear Rafe’s voice you want to run to him, but the words of the boys at the country club playing in your head on repeat in your head cements you in place. “Bats?”

When he opens your bedroom door and takes in the sight of you his heart sinks.

“Baby girl, what’s going on? What happened? Where did you go? You scared the shit outta me.” He rushes over to you, coming to sit next to you on your bed. He rests his large hands on your calves and rubs soothing circles on your skin with the pads of his thumbs. You whimper and shake your head, your mouth still latched onto your hand. “Batty, you’ve gotta talk to me, okay? Tell me what’s going on.”

“I was…” You pull your hand away from your face, resting it on Lydia’s back as you pet her softly, the feeling of her fur grounding you. “I was coming back from the bathroom and I heard Jake and those guys… talking about me.”

“What about you?” Rafe’s voice takes on a protective tone, especially when another fit of sobs erupts through you. He hooks his arms under you so he can pull you and your bunny softly into his lap. “Princess. Tell me what they said.”

“They said - they said that they don’t know how you put up with me because I’m so weird and that you’re probably only with me because the pussy is good.” You sniffle as your tears continue to fall and if Rafe didn’t know you needed him right now he would be on his way back to the club to beat all of their asses until they couldn’t walk.

“Hey, hey, nah, none of that.” He cups your face in his hand, wiping away your tears. “You know I love you, all your weird shit and all. I’m not ‘putting up’ with you, I fuckin’ love your weird little ass.”

“They also… they also said that - that I probably kill animals…” You start sobbing again and Rafe’s entire body tenses. He knows how much you love animals, how important they are to you. He wants to fucking rip their throats out.

“Princess… I’m so sorry they said that. They just don’t know you, aight? You’d never harm a fly. Don’t let that shit get to you. I know it’s hard, but fuck em, they don’t know fuckin’ shit about my baby.” He gives you a reassuring smile as he wipes away some of your remaining tears. His hand swipes past your lips and you turn your head slightly to sink your teeth into it. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “There’s my weird girl.”

#rafe #Rafe Cameron #rafe concepts #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe blurb #rafe obx #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe fanfiction #rafe fluff #weird girl!reader

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the warm spot at the bottom of the stairs

Pairing: Ghost!Spencer Reid x Chubby!Fem!Reader CW: Fluff, Mild Angst, Soulmate AU, reader has dreams, mentions of sex/masturbation, mentions of death, cursing, reader feels like she knows him but they've never met, let me know if I missed anything please! Summary: After inheriting your grandfather's estate, you fall in love with the man from your dreams. He just so happens to be in your house, too. Disclaimer: Reader is always written with a chubby/bigger person in mind but in this she's literally not described aside from the fact that she has hips, a stomach, and legs on her body. WC: 9k (this is what happens when you let a man cook) This fic is genuinely my baby. I love soulmate aus with all my heart and soul and also love the dynamic of falling in love with a ghost. Enjoy this please, I tried <3

You swore the heat radiating off the sidewalk was enough to melt the soles of your shoes down to liquid. The sun was unforgivably angry today, glaring down at the world like it had a score to settle. You were less than thankful, as the death of your grandfather had stolen any desire you once held for warmth. The brutal dichotomy of the cold pit sitting in your stomach and the burning heat of the day only added to the sour taste in your mouth.

This house was fucking huge.

You had no idea how your grandfather managed to hide such an enormous investment from everyone in his life but he’d managed the task seamlessly. Nobody even knew what he was giving you at first. The reading of the will and testimony left nothing but confused relatives until they had found the address that marked the estate. Some were jealous of you, some were confused, some even asked if they could come live with you once you got settled in. You had been absolutely floored when you learned he’d given you a house. Being fresh out of university, you were moving on to grad school while simultaneously preparing yourself to live with your mother until you could afford anything besides student debt payments.

Now though, you had a castle, with no clue why a house this big was given to you of all people. You were your grandpa’s only grandchild and were by far one of the least deserving of such a generosity. Sure, you were close, but never abnormally close. You talked once a week on the phone and were glued to his side at family gatherings - but he saw your aunt everyday, and spoke with your mother much more than he ever did you. Was it pity? Maybe he saw this as the only plausible way of you escaping the fate of leeching off your mother. Hopefully he didn’t think of you so lowly.

You mentally cursed at the dull ache in your legs that persisted even after stretching. You had been driving all day with a car packed full of stuff that needed to be hauled into the house, and only yourself to move said stuff. You said a short plea in your head to not let the pain hinder your speed and began walking into the house to view the inside. The estate was isolated, huge fences of greenery surrounded the place, adding to the pleasant sight of budding flowers throughout the front yard. Even without the towering hedges, though, the nearest neighbor was miles away. Great, you thought. Any concerns of your car being robbed while you were gone were extinguished as quick as they came, but you locked the car regardless. Force of habit.

The heat was only lessened slightly when you reached the interior. You made a mental note to get the A.C. turned on, no way a temperature like this was a liveable one. You’re sure the numerous floor-to-ceiling windows were the culprit. They were excessive. Beautiful - of course - and you were thrilled at the amount of light they let in, but you could basically see the heatwaves permeating through the stained glass. Your eyes caught on the odd choice. The slightly colored glass making the mansion feel mildly like a church, the thought coming to you quickly and stripping any of the minimal comfort you held moments prior. That’s weird, you thought. Your grandpa had never been particularly religious. He was a man of faith - said grace before dinner and thanked Jesus for every day he lived, but never to this extent. He was rather progressive for a man his age.

The kitchen could have easily fit a team of 12 and you wondered if there had been staff at one point. There was no sign of any employees, and you prayed there weren’t any left working. The last thing you wanted was more responsibility in your life. You took your time walking the house, marveling at every painting and polished chandelier that was now an asset of yours. The house was gorgeous, you’d give at least that much to the old man. The centerpiece, of course, was the large spiral staircase leading to the second floor. As large as the house was, it held only two stories. Getting it’s square footage from length, rather than width. It was equally as glamorous as the house it resided in, however it filled you with a certain devastation you couldn’t place. As though your most primal self rejected the idea of it. That’s silly, you thought. You wanted to go upstairs, you were definitely not avoiding half of your house because a couple of your neck hairs stood at attention. The only real peculiarity was the heat pooling at the very bottom of the staircase. The kind of heat that seemed to thread itself into you, intertwine itself with your very being. The rest of the house was cold and accusatory, if your grandfather ever did live here, any of his warmth was flushed out by his death. This was the only spot in the whole house you felt calm, cared for. You could bask in it, weirdly fascinated with the little pocket of humanity that sat there.

It was more difficult than you’d expected to pull yourself out of it, and you could have sworn you felt arms trying to pull you back in. Ten minutes into your new life and you were already on edge. Negative feelings didn’t seem to penetrate the spot at the bottom of the stairs, so you physically felt the wave of unease when it struck you upon exiting. The upstairs was creepy. The abundance of windows was apparently only a trend on the first floor, as the second floor held dark, dim hallways. The whole thing, it seemed, was lit up by ancient lamps that lined the walls. It reminded you of the Shining, and you wondered briefly if maybe your mother would let you move back in. There was a bedroom right near the staircase, and you decided it would be yours. It could have been the smallest one for all you knew, the only thing you cared about was a quick escape if such a thing was needed. Something about the house put thoughts like that at the front of your mind.

You don’t recall ever being a paranoid person, nor a believer in the supernatural, but this house was watching you. The feeling of eyes on you was simply too strong to write off. What a warm welcome.

—

It had been a week, but the nights so far had been sleepless ones. The people you called on day one were just now getting around to starting the A.C. so you were hoping for a decent rest tonight. The fridge was stocked, your things mainly unpacked, and the house started feeling a little more like you with each day. Although, your friends were more or less convinced there was a ghost living with you. You spoke of the feelings you had, plus the fact it was an old and mildly creepy house, and they were off and running with theories. One of the tamer ones consisted of the house being an old church - given the windows - and that the eyes you were feeling were perhaps an old priest who died here. You were less than fond of that idea, but you would take it any day to the other propositions of old mental hospitals and certain death. You made a mental note to never again let your friends speculate on situations you couldn’t get out of.

You argued that a malevolent spirit wouldn’t invoke such a comforting sense within you. You felt watched - yes - but it wasn’t as though you felt stalked. It was much worse, actually, you felt lonely. Loneliness was never a battle you fought very hard in. You had hobbies, and you had friends. The desire for a romantic companion usually took the back burner if it was even a thought at all. People questioned the topic - you were pretty, smart, capable - what more could somebody want? They asked if you were insecure, if you liked girls, told you that you were wasting your “prime years” and needed to find someone - but it was never that simple. You just didn’t get it. The feelings others spoke of were unfamiliar ones to you. You held your breath for a long time before realizing that it probably just wasn’t for you, that you were built a little differently.

Needless to say, you were uncomfortable with the sudden sensation. It felt like seeing the moon in a glass jar - something unfathomably beautiful but something you were unable to hold. Lord knows it wasn’t from a lack of desire, though. You’re sure you reeked of longing, able to suppress the lot of it but unable to stop some from slipping through the cracks of your fingers. And with no obvious direction to cast it, it just clung to you and seeped back into your skin.

–

“No, dude, I’m telling you shit’s fucking weird.” You shoveled popcorn into your mouth as you spoke with your friend. This was the third call since you moved in. “Every night I wake up at like two in the morning and just for a split second I feel it. It’s like I'm lying on someone’s shoulder or something. And - oh my god - the amount of times I get stuck in that fucking warm spot on the stairs is gonna drive me crazy.”

You could hear her laughing at your frustration on the other end. “What do you mean you get stuck? Y/n I'm getting worried about your mental state.”

“No I’m telling you, I walk in this one - like - warm spot and I enter some kind of trance. Like I want to leave but I can’t - Jesus!”

“Are you alright?” Your friend was quick to ask, hearing you cut yourself off mid sentence.

“No! This shit is haunted I swear. My kitchen lights just turned off for no reason. If I die here I’m blaming you and Kelly for not getting me out.” You were being dramatic, you knew that, but it was starting to feel justified. You don’t remember a time in the last week you felt truly by yourself.

“Hey don’t blame us for your own choi-” She started speaking, but you lost her.

“Hello? You there?” You tried calling her again but the usual buzz of the dial tone was dead silent, the lamps that were illuminating the house followed soon after. Phone lines were the first to go in a power outing. No fucking way the power just went out. You felt around in the dark for the drawer of the end table. There had been a flashlight on the counter when you’d first arrived. You threw it in the end table because you had no clue why it was there - you were thanking God you’d done so while also praying the thing had batteries in it. You wrapped your hand around the object and said one more plea to the stars you wouldn’t have to be without light until tomorrow. Somebody must have been listening, as the room lit up when you hit the ‘on’ switch of the flashlight.

You’d seen the fuse box towards the south end of the upstairs hallway, sitting between a Da Vinci replica and a mirror taken straight from a movie star's wet dream. I’m gonna die was the only thing you could think at a moment like this. You were for sure going to see glowing red eyes at the end of the hall and die a horrific and bloody death. Thanks grandpa. The warm spot was a welcome refuge from your journey to certain death, and you embraced the sense of peace it brought you at a time when your heart was surely beating too fast. You held the light in front of you as you ventured up the stairs. The top of them seemed cartoonishly haunting, you thought momentarily that you would fit perfectly into a Scooby Doo episode. It was vast and dark, having multiple pathways you could walk down, but you set your sights on the south hall and did your best to disable your peripheral vision. It was right there. You just had to reset the power and you’d have your precious light back. Who puts a fucking mirror above a fuse box?

You held the flashlight between your teeth as you focused on your task. Open and reset. Open and reset. It was truly as simple as that and then you could be done. Go watch a midnight rerun on TV and pray that the spirits would leave you alone. Open and reset. The switches were flipped off - you didn’t think that was normal but what did you know - so you flipped them back on and heard the hum of life returning to the house. Thank God. Your nerves dissipated almost immediately. You were alright, no ghost had it out for you. It’s an old house, and would probably experience things like this a lot. You could do that again if you had to. You looked up, though, and ate your words. There was definitely a man behind you. If you had been trying to look at him, you would have seen he was young, tall. You probably would have thought he was attractive, but you had no time for that. You whirled around, yelping at the sight of him and mentally preparing to defend your life. It proved futile though, he was gone as quickly as he came. There was nowhere he could have gone that fast, so as much as you were certain he was there, you settled for him being imaginary. It was dark upstairs, and you were scared out of your mind. Surely your eyes were overcompensating for the paranoia that was racing through you. You walked back to the couch on guard and decided to call your friend back tomorrow. It was nearly twelve, and you knew she had work tomorrow. You could cope using TV and proper lighting to comfort you until sunrise. What’s one more sleepless night?

“You boys let me know if you need anything.” You heard the words in your own voice as if listening to a stranger.

“Sure thing, doll.” All the men were in uniform. Gray fabric covered their bodies, adorned with hats of the same color. Soldiers.

You walked back behind the front counter as the bell above the door continuously chimed at the arrival of new guests. Orders were being shouted to the cooks. You stared at the bold letters painted on the large graffiti piece decorating the wall, “Cathy’s Cooking.” A greasy apron covered the light blue dress beneath it - waitress attire. The smell of fried eggs clashed hard with the scent of sanitizer you were using to wipe down the counter. Bells rang to signal orders were ready to be taken out to guests, and you discarded the rag you used to mop up spilled coffee.

“Thanks, Benny.” You nodded to the chef as you took the food plates to table two. He nodded back at you before returning to flipping bacon.

“L/N!” Your manager barked at you. “Take your break. Be back in thirty.” He was a friendly man, though he got a bit hostile under pressure.

You couldn’t be more thankful for the break. It was hour 6 of your shift and you were beginning to think he might never let you off. You removed the apron as quick as possible and excused yourself out the back entrance to cool off in the alley way. It got hot as hell during rush hour, so the way the slight breeze nipped your cheeks felt like heaven.

“Tough shift?”

“Jesus!”

He started laughing as you startled, turning to face him. “‘Fraid it’s just me, honey.” He walked towards you as you grinned at him.

“You scared me, Spence.”

He shook his head, mocking you. “I’m so sorry.” Drama queen. “How ever will I make it up to you?”

You giggled at that, and wrapped your arms around his neck as he got closer. He put his hands on your hips, leaning you against the brick wall of the alley. You could feel your lungs open up when he kissed you, always feeling like you could breathe better when his lips were on yours. He was your God given destresser. He still donned his uniform but had opted for taking the hat off, he knew you hated when his hair was hidden.

“That’s not very nice, Reid. I thought you were a gentleman. What would your boys think of you being so mean to a lady?”

He smiled a bit at that. “You like when I’m a little mean, Y/N.”

Fuck. He had you there.

You looked to the side for a second to snuff out some of the tension. “How long are you here for?”

“We’re in town for two weeks. Gotta catch a boat up to base 14 on the 20th. Supposedly they’re preparing for a big fight.”

You frowned as you made eye contact with him.“I get so worried about you. About all of you. I don’t know what I’d do if - you know if something happened.” He’d been a soldier for a little while now, joining when he turned 18. He’d kept his hands on your hips, and you started to run your hands through his hair, a nervous habit you picked up when the two of you first got together.

“I know, honey. But by the time it’s done I’ll be off my leash. I do this and we can run away together.”

You looked at him the way you always did - with such admiration and love that he often had to look away before it went to his head. He swore he looked at you the same, but you knew deep down nobody could love anyone as much as you loved him. You laughed a bit at the elation you got from just his presence.

“I got lucky with you, Reid.”

He just shook his head. “Give yourself more credit, L/n.”

Your consciousness hit you like a truck and you realized before long that sun was shining through the windows. You’d fallen asleep sometime between ultimate terror and fleeting hope of your survival. And that dream - dear lord what the fuck was that dream. It was more vivid than you thought possible. You always forget most of your dreams when you wake up, but this time it felt like forgetting would be a betrayal. You could recall word for word every single thing about that dream. It was as though you saw a movie of your own life. A feeling so familiar you could taste it but just far enough to escape your grasp - and boy were you reaching. Not to mention the man. You didn’t know if this was some sort of coping mechanism you were inventing in your head but that was definitely the same man from the mirror last night. An imaginary friend. You had an imaginary friend as a grown woman. Terrific.

–

“You’re never going to attract a suiter with such a tragic expression, my dear.” This had to be the third time your mother had roused this point in the past hour.

“These dances are dreadful, idiotic nights of captivity that do nothing but mock the existence of genuine companionship.” The irony of you saying this while patting your cheeks with rose pigment was not lost on you. “Let me scrub myself raw and willingly restrain myself in hopes a man will see me and fall in love.” You spat out the last word with enough vitriol to hopefully drown yourself in. “Maybe he’ll like me so much he’ll lay claim and I can live on to be his housewife and half a person. How I've always dreamed of letting a man decide how much value I have.” You were flustered by the end of your spiel, looking at your mother through the large vanity with the tentative hope of a child asking for sweets.

“You read too much, darling. Those little romance books of yours are nothing but nonsense.” She was a professional at writing you off by now. “You know plenty of women who are perfectly satisfied with their lives. This is how we do things, Y/n. I don’t understand why you insist on fighting it so intently.”

She was never truly angry at your defiance, only tired. You could never tell if she was tired of you complaining or if she, like you, was tired of living this way. Your mother had married young - even for the times - and you knew your father left much to be desired in her life. They were basically repulsed by each other, only joining in union to produce a child. Your mother had been thrilled to have a daughter. Your father would trade you if he could, but he made do. The ultimate lack of affection between the two of them made you ill. You weren’t much older than your mother had been, you could very well end up trapped and child-bound in a loveless marriage.

“I would rather die alone than end up with my father.” You spoke, she sighed.

“I know.”

You stared at her through the mirror for a moment longer, then you rose from your chair. Your makeup was done, your look now complete. You noticed your mother’s eyes start to well up at the sight of you and she started to walk closer.

“My beautiful girl.” She smiled, forbidding the tears to venture down her cheeks, and held your shoulders. “You deserve a man who will worship you. Your future husband will be the luckiest man on planet Earth.” A gentle prompt, but a prompt nonetheless. You knew she loved you, but she carried more shame as you got older. Having only a daughter was something frowned upon, but having only a daughter hellbent on avoiding marriage was something that weighed on her.

“I’ll see you in the carriage.” Then she was gone, kissing your cheek and taking her exit to go talk with the director of the communal ride. Carriage was being generous, it was more like a one-way wagon to the local suiter’s ball. You watched her leave with a sense of grief so intense it nearly toppled you. She deserved a man like that too.

This was your third ball of the month. The pool of potential partners diminished with each one. People would often take whatever they could get, meaning less and less people even needed these nights anymore. You walked in with your mother, hand resting gently in the crook of her extended elbow. Your father stopped attending with the two of you a while ago. You believed he’d given up hope of a man ever choosing you - Lord knows he wouldn’t. Scanning the crowd, you saw little to look forward to. The music was pleasant, you would dance with a couple men who seemed bearable at best and criminal at worst, indulge in some of the enticing pastries and teas, and then you would leave. Back home until your mother dragged you out the following week for another one. With your current rate, you assumed you would end up marrying the vagabond that perused your neighboring streets. Taking another look around, you thought you might prefer that.

You made your temporary home in a corner chair, letting your mother excitedly drag prospects up to you and watch dejectedly as they ruled you out as an option. You felt bad for her, considered caving in and finding a man to give you a child, but you remember swiftly how long the years take to pass when you’re miserable. The chair gave you a good view of the room, you could see the entrance and the dancefloor filled with enticing women waiting for men to notice them. You could feel the sweat start slicking your skin beneath the corset you wore. It was too hot in here.

If you hadn’t been so determined to ignore the occasional advances of bored men, you would have missed the small group entering the area. Two women and two men, you wondered briefly if it was two couples, but discarded that thought. This wasn’t a place for couples. You felt your heart physically lurch at the sight of the last man in the row of four, as though your heart was running to greet an old friend. Had you seen him before? Surely you would have remembered such a visceral reaction. You averted your eyes before he could notice you. You don’t remember ever wanting to be noticed by a man - especially not this badly. You allowed yourself the escape of your own thoughts, getting lost in your head to pass the time and focus on anything other than what was probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?”

You looked up, he was standing above you. The chair next to you had been taken all night, the same woman had been sulking in her seat, and you found comfort in the fact someone else was unhappy to be here. She was gone now. Someone was definitely messing with you.

“Not at all.”

Your mouth was drier than it had ever been. You wondered if your lips remained stained from the color you applied earlier. You’d done nothing but sit all night and yet you were praying nothing had happened to your makeup.

“Why are you alone in a corner?”

“Men tend to be repulsed by my pessimism. I also happen to hate it here. Serves for a less than desirable combination.” You refused to let your sudden attraction diminish your stubbornness. You hated the self-consciousness racing through you, no man had the right to take your assurance in yourself.

“Why do you hate it here?” He wasn’t being mocking. He seemed - genuinely - a little sad at the thought of you being unhappy.

“Well, sir, I am of the belief that these dances are nothing but congregations of people settling for lives that won’t make them happy. They trade excitement for safety as though the presence of security has to mean the presence of misery. I don’t think anyone can know the true meaning of love in our current state as a society.” You didn’t look at him as you spoke, instead staring out at the people dancing. “I hold no desire to settle. I am capable of making happiness on my own. Most men don’t like the thought of me not needing them.”

You were almost positive you lost him. You were betting on him not being there when you looked, preparing yourself to bite the bullet and cope with tonight’s losses. Maybe your mother would agree to leave early.

You heard him chuckle softly. “Sir.” He repeated your words, finding humor in the formality. “My name’s Spencer.” He added. “And I also happen to hate the purpose of these events. I’ve never actually been to one before, but I’m new to the city, and something about tonight was begging me to come out.”

You were absolutely bewitched by him. “I’m Y/n.”

“Fitting.” He smiled, a smile directed at his own thoughts, as though something in his mind had clicked. “Will you dance with me?”

The music had slowed severely. You scoffed at his proposal, but you were taking his hand as if you’d been waiting on this. Maybe you had been. You were grateful for the ballad that was playing, never having been one for upbeat dancing. He led you gracefully, and for once you felt yourself relinquish power. With a mind like yours, a man’s company was almost never wanted. With this one, though, you laid your heart at his feet as if you’d done so a dozen times before. The heat of his hands was seeping through your dress, and his eyes were locked with yours.

“I feel like I know you.” A confession. He had an effect like that.

“Maybe you do.”

–

Two in the morning. Everyday you’d woken up at two in the morning from a different dream involving the mysterious ‘Spencer Reid’. You friends had kindly dubbed him the “Man of your dreams” following the stories you told them. You’d been a housewife, trying to welcome him home from work before he laid you down and made an altar of your dining table.You’d been the daughter of a king, at one point, falling in love with his favored knight. Shamefully, that one haunted you. Reappearing in your mind during intimate times when you needed a spark. You’d never been one for desire either. When your friends started preaching the wonders of sex to you during your highschool days, you felt no pull towards the act. Just another it you didn’t understand. Now, though, this house served as an aphrodisiac. You lost count of your streak by day 13, and were now just begging whoever put this apparition in your home for the strength to keep your hand out of your pants.

Spencer had become more like a roommate rather than an unwanted guest. You saw him in most reflective surfaces around the house. You felt him everywhere. He sat at the table with you, watched TV with you, he would wait by the door when you got home from work. Sometimes, your hand or your shoulder would run hot. Physically hot, like he was putting his hands on you. You wondered if he was around during those times, but if he was there he made sure you didn’t know it. You were gaining a sort of intuition for him. The thought Spencer would like that struck you numerous times when you were window shopping or when you tried on an outfit. You were starting to think maybe you were just crazy. Perhaps a ghost who seemed to be your soulmate and made you incredibly horny was how all psychotic breaks started.

Weirdly, through your bizarre dreams and inconsistent sleeping patterns, this was the most well rested you’d felt in a while. Waking up at two am was routine now, sometimes you managed to fall back asleep afterwards but most times you were up dwelling on the images your mind had shown you that night. You thought maybe your body was just adjusting - surely it was nothing supernatural giving you energy - just the adaptivity of the human brain. One persistent thing you couldn’t adapt to, though, was how much you missed him. The increasing number of times you woke up to being the only occupant of your bed was starting to wear you down. You feel like you’d spent lifetimes with this man and yet he was someone you never knew. You'd seen the two of you fall in love countless different ways except the one that actually counted - the present.

“I genuinely don’t know how much longer I can do this.” Another phone call, another conversation about your rapidly declining mental state. “I have fallen in love with a figment of my own imagination. Surely this is some demented form of narcissism.”

“I don’t think it works like that, Y/n.” Your friend was terrible at comforting people. It probably didn’t help that you hadn’t been fully honest with her about the severity of your situation. From where she was standing, you had learned to lucid dream and now that was bleeding mildly into your real life. Not the biggest deal, maybe you were just lonely.

“It’s a ghost, dude, I’m fucking telling you. There’s no way I’m imaginative enough to conjure all this shit up.”

“You know his name right? Go down to the library and look him up. If he’s a ghost then surely there’ll be something to find.”

Holy shit. She was a genius. “Oh my God you’re so smart. I love you. You just saved my life. You’re God’s gift to the planet. Who would I be witho-”

“Jesus Christ will you just go? Stop kissing my ass and start driving. I want details when you get back.”

You don’t know if you’ve ever been so eager to get to the library of all places. If you could snag a computer spot then you could put an end to all of this. He wasn’t real, realistically you knew that, but you had a fool-proof way to check. If he was real you were going to have to come to terms with the fact you could see dead people. Well, a dead person. You had never seen any before Spencer. You’d never seen Spencer either, not before the house at least. They say you can’t make up faces, that if you see someone in a dream then you’ve seen them in real life but you were incredibly doubtful of that by now.

Spencer Reid. Thankfully the man didn’t have a particularly common name. You hoped there would be limited matches, less to look through. Pretty soon you could accept your own mental insanity and maybe ask your mother to spot you for some therapy. Well, moment of truth. You watched each letter be typed in with baited breath until his full name was in the search bar. Even just looking at his name brought that sense of calm. You were hopeless. Until, apparently, you weren’t.

Brilliant Dr. Reid dead at 26

Former FBI agent Spencer Reid found dead in his home

Spencer Reid co-workers speak out on his legacy. Where to go from here?

You scoured every article you could find, analyzing every pixel of every image available. This was your guy. Same Spencer Reid from your dreams. Same Spencer Reid that stands behind you in every mirror of the house. Holy shit who was this guy? He was a little older than you, died last year in the summertime. Each article painted a brutal picture of his death, speculating on how the doctor died but never comfirming anything. Only that he was dead when paramedics got there, the sight of his covered body being extracted from his home was one that would stick with you. His home. It was the same house you were living in. It’s possible your grandfather was renting it out. That’s probably why nobody ever knew about it - he wasn’t living there. You didn’t know when water started pooling in your eyes, you only realized them as they started falling down your cheeks. You didn’t even know him. You didn’t even know him but you felt like someone just sucker punched you and were about 60% sure your lunch was coming back up. Jesus.

There was no way you could tell your friends about this. The majority of your brain was pleading with you to rationalize this. Maybe you’d seen one of the articles before. Maybe your grandpa talked about him. Holy shit he had known your grandpa. Every individual thought you had was identifiable and that was far too overwhelming for your brain to handle. You signed out of the computer and went to go sit in your car. Could you even drive like this? Your hands were shaking so bad there was a good chance you’d crash the car before you got home. It’s twenty minutes, you thought. You had to go back. Staying away from the house any longer felt like a punishment. You can make it twenty minutes.

–

“No, no. Like I said it was just some old guy who wrote a book. No sign of my Spencer.” You were lying straight through your teeth. You figured it didn’t truly matter. If you sat here and told the entire story of finding exactly who you were looking for online, you think she’d have checked you into a facility.

“Maybe if you believe hard enough you can manifest him.”

“Wow you’re hilarious. Remind me again how I ever lived my life without such a humorous presence.”

“I question that same thing everyday, Y/n.” You could hear the smile embedded in her words.

“I’ll let you go. I know Dylan is probably waiting on you. Thanks for checking up on the Spencer chronicles.” You felt slightly bad. She was on her honeymoon currently, and instead of spending time with her new husband, she was listening to your stories of fraternizing with a ghost.

“I’m sorry you’re going through this. I’m sure it’s weird as hell. Call me up if you need to, yeah? Hotel has unlimited calls so I can talk all night if you need to.” She was an angel in this world.

“Thanks, same goes here. If you get sick of your husband you know where to find me. Remember to use protection.”

“Alright, nevermind. You may suffer by yourself for all I care.” She laughed while she threatened you.

“Bye, honey. Love you.” You should have felt alone, but you never did. He was most likely here with you.

The exhaustion had well and truly crept up on you. You planned on getting home and calling your friend immediately, but you ended up needing a good few hours to cry and pace around the house. You weren’t scared - it was essentially the opposite. The complete lack of fear bred so much confusion that you didn’t know how to cope with the amount of frustration on your shoulders. You paced the house hoping to find him. You wanted to be near him. You harbored the immature hope that knowing who he was would grant you the ability to see him. Did you even know who he was? He was a doctor, an agent, but who was he to you? Is that what you needed to know in order to see him?

Now, sitting on your bed, you felt like you’d been through the ringer. The mental gymnastics of the day weighing heavily on your body. You needed to go to sleep. You wanted to go to sleep. In the last week or so you’d noticed a certain excitement regarding the promise of another tale, another dream. They were so extravagant, not even in the details of them, just in the consistency of pure emotion. You could have been fighting dragons or sitting on the porch in rocking chairs. If he was by your side, there was always this certain euphoria surrounding the two of you. A feeling reserved just for you and him. God you missed him.

–

You woke up slowly to a familiar bed beneath you, this was your house. The window was open, curtains blowing cautiously as the mild chill of the Fall breeze wafted in and dusted over your collarbones. It wasn’t this cold last night. You felt the breeze again on your whole body, and realized you were lying naked on top of the ruffled comforter. Had he pulled the blanket off you?

“Are you cold? I didn’t think to shut the window when I got up. I was kind of rushing to get my stuff.” You noticed then that he was sat behind a canvas, angled so he could glance between you and the task at hand with ease. He noticed you furrow your eyebrows, and even managed to catch the minuscule tense of your muscles as you prepared to sit up.

“Stay still for me, honey. I’m almost done.” He was adding feather-light brushstrokes to the piece, a finishing touch of his you now recognized from watching him paint so much.

“This isn’t a very good pose, Spence. You know I’m not the most photogenic.” You referred to the fact you had been sleeping as he painted, limbs not organized and environment chaotic. Notoriously unfavored things by the man. Maybe he was hoping to capture a candid version of you.

He exhaled a laugh. “How rich coming from you.” His lips quirked upward as he continued adding touch-ups to his art. “Something about you this morning…I don’t know.” He shook his head like he was talking to himself rather than you. “You just looked…mesmerizing.” He shrugged, brushing off the sentiment. “Felt wrong to just look at you.”

Dumbfounded was the only word you could think to describe yourself. He’d painted you before, mainly from the neck up for practice with faces, but this was different terrain. You were nervous to see the piece. You thought of your hips, your stomach, your legs. A silhouette he’d sworn time and time again was worthy of worship. One he wanted to treasure. You hoped you’d see a glimpse of yourself through his lens, hoped all that adoration would show on the canvas. Once he was finished with it, he turned it so you could see. It was breathtaking. His talent never failed to leave you speechless.

“I feel like I should be paying for this.” You joked, but still felt as though something should be given in return. He stood from his stool and joined you on the bed.

“I assure you, I’m well compensated.” Your face ran hot. “Can I hang it?”

“Spence, I’m naked-”

“Not downstairs, Y/n.” He chuckled. “I’d put it there.” He nodded to a vacant wall space on the right side of the room, entirely visible from his side of the bed.

“You want me watching you sleep, Reid?”

He grinned at you, shaking his head slightly at your remark. “Just wanna be able to see you.” He held your eyes. “I’m hoping looking at you before I go to sleep will give me good dreams.” You hummed in sarcastic agreement, your gaze falling soft a moment later.

“You can if you want to.” He looked relieved.

“Thanks, honey.” He looked stunning in the morning light. The sun hadn’t risen too long ago, and he was only covered partially by a pair of joggers. He was practically luminous, the bare skin of his chest looking golden in the sunlight. You stuck your hands out to feel him, and you felt as though you were trying to touch heaven itself. He leaned down to be closer to you, he always said you felt magnetic.

“You should let me paint you like this more often.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm”

And, just like before, you could breathe again when he kissed you. Truly breathe. It was times like these when he felt like your oxygen, like pulling away should be sin. Lord knows you would suffer any version of Hell for him.

–

Your frustration seemed to have doubled in your sleep. Two am. You were gonna find that fucking painting. It wasn’t in the spot he left it - you would have noticed a giant painting of yourself naked on the walls, but you double checked to be sure. You threw up every light switch you came across and started scavenging through the upstairs. There was a certain tug in your body - when you didn’t find it in a room, you knew it wasn’t there, something internal telling you to look elsewhere. It was only when you were halfway done with the downstairs raid that you remembered the storage room. You’d found it when you first moved in, a room full of dust and white tarps covering furniture and other indecipherable shapes. It had to be in there.

You wrecked havoc on the tiny room. Tearing off layers of fabric quickly, leaving little thought to where you were throwing them, completely tunnel visioned on finding the painting. You came across a covered square the same size as the canvas had been. It was coated in so much dust that the covering looked ancient, and you were begging any conceivable being to be merciful, to let you have at least this if you couldn’t have him. You unveiled the shape to find the same vibrant pigments you’d seen just hours before. It was you, draped over the comforter and basking in the hue of the morning. This was it, you thought. Holy shit this is real. You had no grounds to deny this anymore. Spencer was a real guy, clearly he’d died in this house and clearly the two of you had lived enough lives together to fill months of sleepless nights with.

What did this mean for you? Were you a clone? Were you and Spencer both clones? Were you living in a simulated reality and all of this was actually a ruse calculated to induce reactions in the brain that could then be studied? Oh my god - were you a ghost too? Had you died and were now stuck in some form of purgatory?

You felt sick with it. You didn’t know you were capable of bearing such intense metaphorical weight. You needed to see him. Maybe if you went to sleep, you would realize you were having a dream and could figure some things out. That’s so stupid. You mentally scolded yourself for even thinking of such a dumb idea. You needed to speak with him. You needed him to tell you what was going on. Of course him and everyone in your life who could have known him were six feet deep. A seance, maybe? Perhaps just buy a ouija board and wing it. You’d seen the most of him when you were asleep, that had to be the key to figuring this out. Please dear god let it be the key to figuring this out. You took the painting and headed back upstairs. Maybe it could serve as a medium, you thought. That’s a thing, right?

You don’t think your bed had ever seemed so uninviting. You remember how grateful you’d been to finally sleep on your first day here. It was a pain in the ass hauling a mattress up a spiral staircase and the moment you realized you were done was a relief to say the least. Now you stared at it and your mouth ran dry. What if this didn’t work? What did you even want to happen? Were you going to rummage through your dreams and play detective to piece together what might have happened in your past? No degree of mental antagonizing could push you off course by now. He was real. You know he’d been a real man, and surely the painting of you meant you’d known him as something other than a ghost. You were simply praying this would work out how you wanted. You needed a semblance of closure, even just a small one.

–

The room was dark, making you double check if you opened your eyes in the first place. You hadn’t had a dream. This was the first time in months you had fallen asleep and woken up without having lived a different life. You felt tears forming in your eyes. The disappointment you felt was so immeasurable that your brain practically short circuited trying to find a way to process it. You knew it was a long shot for everything to be fixed overnight, but you’d expected something. Like he was reading your mind, the bed dipped down, him now occupying the space next to you in bed.

You were worried your head might fall off your neck with how quickly you turned to look at him. The moonlight came beaming in through the window, like she was your secret ally, giving you enough light to finish your battle. It lit him up, practically shining through him like it would a crystal. He was ethereal. You stared into the same brown eyes you’d been looking into for months and felt your resolve give way from within you. You could have looked at him forever, you wanted to look at him forever, but you crashed hard into him. You would have fused your soul to his at that very moment if you were able to. Nobody had ever drawn out such a reaction - you needed to feel him. It was the proof you had been begging for, he was here, he was tangible. You could finally know what it all meant.

You felt his chest jolt as he chuckled at you. “I missed you.” You could hear the smile in his words.

Choking on a sob, you spoke your response so quietly you could barely hear yourself. “What the fuck is going on?” You knew tears were probably soaking through his shirt but he just held you against him. “Please tell me you know what’s happening.” You were muttering your words quickly, sharply inhaling between your sentences as air refused to stay in your lungs.

He ran his hand up and down the length of your forearm, a motion so familiar and so comforting you’re sure your knees would have buckled if you weren’t lying down. “Just relax, honey. I can explain everything, ok? I just need you to breathe right now.”

It was hard to maintain your oxygen through the sobs begging to get out of your chest but you were nothing if not stubborn. You needed an explanation. If that was his condition then so be it. You took a deep breath, regaining your ability to inhale and exhale at a regular pace. You could see the room better now having been awake in the dark for a while, so you tried to focus on anything that might help. The painting. You stared holes into that thing and forced your breathing to even out.

“I was really proud of that one.” His words held an instinctual twinge of fondness, still smiling as he spoke. Like now that he had you, he could describe any horror of the world and still be happy with you in his arms. He looked back at you, tracing his thumb along your jaw. “You seem to get prettier with every lifetime.”

Even as the overwhelming confusion wrecked your brain, your body was completely in tune with him. Warmth seemed to spring to life in your stomach, his words bypassing any guards you had to root themselves within you. He regarded the situation so lightly, so casually. He wasn’t worried about slipping away, or running out of time. He would have given you a decade to calm down if you needed it. He seemed content with just calling you pretty, as though he’d waited a century to touch you again.

“My dreams, were they -” You paused. You didn’t even know what to ask him. “What were my dreams?” Were they real?

He took a moment to just stare at you. The smallest, knowing smile on his face and a look of pure adoration in his eyes. He knew what you were asking. “They were us.” Fucking obviously. If you were any more on the edge of your seat you would fall off. “All the lives we’ve lived together.” Jesus.

“How long ago-”

“Two thousand years, 5 months, 27 days, and-” he leaned up slightly to check the clock “14 hours.” Giving you the cutest tight-lipped smile when he finished talking like he didn’t just say you’d been in love for two millennia.

“So we’re soul mates?”

“Essentially.” He nodded. ‘Soulmates’ was close enough.

“But - is everyone like this, then?” Did all your friends have this too? Everyone in the world? “Everyone has a soulmate?” Your friend’s on her honeymoon right now.

He laughed a little and shook his head. “No, no. It’s just us.” What was so special about the two of you? “For all I know of at least. Your uh…your husband-” He hesitated for just a second, fingers digging into your skin just a fraction harder. “He found out about us. Had his mother cast a spell. He thought he was punishing us, I think. Figured we’d get sick of it after a while. Poor guy, all he did was condemn us to eternity together.” He held no genuine pity for the guy, more amusement at the thought of his plan actually succeeding.

“How long have you been here?” You hadn’t bothered to check when the articles were from, too busy trying to keep your head on straight to look for the publication date.

“A year.” A year of him alone in this house. God, you couldn’t even imagine. “I started having dreams of you. Everyday I just felt, like, something pulling me away from where I was. I knew your grandfather from an old case I worked and everything just seemed to happen.” He reminisced fondly, like the memory didn’t hurt him. “I don’t even really know how I died. I just remember having a party one night, and how the hallway looked from the bottom of the stairs.” Oh my God the warm spot.

“When you moved in I was thrilled but - fuck, honey, it was torture.” He delivered the line like it was a joke but his eyes were watering. “I couldn’t talk to you, I couldn’t help you - I couldn’t fucking touch you and it was unbearable.” His hands hadn’t left you since you woke up. Making up for lost time, you guessed. There was one question you were brutally aware of, something that persisted in your head even as you tried to enjoy the moment.

“Why can I see you now, then?”

He sighed, so full of devastation that it was clear he’d been preparing for this. “You can’t.”

“What?”

“You’ve seen all our lives, Y/n. This is the only one left.” He was so delicate in his explanations. His palms soothing over your face as if trying to physically soothe the sting of his words.

“Wait what does that-” What was he talking about? “I don’t understand.”

“To be honest, I don’t really understand it either.” He exhaled at his own ignorance, the words unfamiliar in his mouth. “For the first time, I don’t know what’s gonna happen when you wake up.”

“Wake up? What do you mean wake up - Spence I’m awake.” You held onto his wrist that was near your face for emphasis, his hand still caressing your face. “I’m awake.”

His eyes were definitely watering. “No, Y/n, you’re not.”

“Spencer.” You’d never said it so sadly before. Tears were in your eyes for the second time that night. You would have done anything to carve this moment into stone. Sit here in his arms until time forced you into your next life.

“It’s ok, honey.” He was always reassuring, always safe. “We’ve done this for two thousand years, Y/n. You’re bound to get a little unlucky sometimes.” His optimism in the face of such a crushing development almost made you sick. Some things never change. “I finally have you back, alright? Just lay with me for a while. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. We’ve got plenty more lives to live.”

You halted the tears in your eyes, sniffling once to reign yourself in. “Ok.” You laughed, a little tearfully, and kissed him with all the love you had to give.

Plenty more lives to live.

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a/n : I LOVE YOU KIMICJ the man you are 😣 school au, ooc, kms joke once or twice kunikuzushi is scaramouche or wanderer...

[ m. kinich x fem reader ]

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" that's the exchange student? " you hear whispers and whatnots around you as you walk towards your classroom. books in your arms since the teacher asked you to pick it up, first thing in the morning before heading to class.

" morning y/n, " xiao greets you as he shoves the students blocking the path inside the classroom, holding the door for you to go in, as you smiled and thank him. placing the books on your teacher's desk as you made your way over to your seat, kinich takes the empty seat next to yours.

it's a wonder, your class is so lucky to be hosting the exchange student. thank you aether for being the student exchanged in your class. you silently thank the archons and of course your dearest classmate for such exchange, heck if he's staying over forever in kinich's school and kinich stays here forever, even better! you get to admire the pretty man by your side and the one behind you is xiao. he sighs as he stares out the window.

when lunch starts, you can't help but want to ask the exchange student to eat with you. well he is new and everyone will probably go to their own friend group and chat lunch away. what you should obviously expect was the people crowding around him, asking to go with them.

xiao taps you from behind as you silently nod, determine to take kinich with you than the randos.

" hey malipo- " you whisper shout from your seat as he quickly turns his attention to you.

" kinich is fine, " he cuts you as you flush red.

" um yeah k-kinich, wanna come with me and xiao? we'll eat on the roof and well... it's quieter there. " you lean over and whisper. he gets up and apologised to the people around, telling them he wants peace and quiet and well, to say the least they obliged and left him. he follows you and xiao quietly up to the roof.

you were right, it was a lot quieter. only you guys being there, being on the roof definitely has it perks. he could see the outside of the school, there's a basketball court and he spots a red and white hair guy, definitely shorter playing the game with an indigo bowl cut hair who even had a different uniform. he's not an exchange student like him, is he? he was certain only five from his school was here and was not told any other school would be here too.

" oh! kazuha is playing with the kid from the school directly opposite us! " you gush as xiao turns to look out.

" yeah that's kunikuzushi, " kinich sits next to you, opposite xiao. you peered over when he opens his lunch box.

" what a cute bento, " you mumbled out loud, flushing once more when both males stared at you.

" my classmate made it, we're staying in the same host family, " he says as you can't help but get interested.

" that's really cute, you guys must be pretty close huh? xiao over here is my childhood friend, kazuha was in the same class as us back in first year. also I bought cookies so you both better eat up! " you shove the bag in the center.

" tasty as ever, " xiao compliments as you flash him a smile, the smile that sends his heart beating a mile a minute.

" it's good, " kinich compliments after. your pride eating at you.

" there's a little something on you, " you point at the corner of your lips as xiao looks confused at you.

" here let me just- " you swipe your hand over xiaos cheek, dusting the cookie crump off.

the bell rings after leaving you to internally scream. back to hell. class went by pretty quickly, you tried to pass paper messages to xiao and you barely got any replies back.

" hey are you doing anything after school? " you ask kinich, walking him to the shoe locker with xiao behind you.

" I don't have anything, " he responded. you look over xiao, he gives you a nod as you internally cheered.

" let's go to this cafe! me and xiao always go there whenever we're free and well it's my work place too so feel free to come whenever you want, heck please bring that classmates of yours too! I'd definitely love to meet them and- " yapping till you were out of the school gates you weren't expecting someone to whistle at you.

you stopped and stared at the source of the sound, it was coming from the road directly across you. you sigh when you see who it is.

" heyyy y/n! " sethos called you over as kunikuzushi glared at the man.

you waved as xiao quickly grabs your hand and push it back down. you look at him as he shakes his head no.

" hey I know they're from our quote on quote rival school but it's rude to not greet back, you know. " you whisper scolded, jabbing him with a finger playfully.

from kunikuzushi point of view, you looked so adorable with a hand to your waist as you scolded your little childhood friend. wait WHAT!?! he aggressively shook his head as sethos stared at him cheekily.

" listen up pipsqueak! " kunikuzushi starts only to earn a slap from behind, he scowl and turn quickly to look at the perpetrator. it was lumine, she glared daggers at him as she scolded him for calling whoever he was calling a "pipsqueak". you waved sethos a goodbye before walking away with kinich and xiao.

" what's his problem? " xiao mumbles as he takes a seat opposite you in the booth. you can't help but giggle, kinich by xiaos side feeling confused. there's definitely more to this rival school going on.

" y/n! you're here, " your fellow colleague greets whipping out her small notebook to take your order.

" helloo, " you greet with your signature smile.

" anything catches your eyes? " you ask kinich who was flipping through the menu, xiao points at one as his eyes follow his finger.

" um, I'll get the kitty parfait. " he says shyly.

" haha three kitty parfait then, " your colleague obliges and within minutes the parfaits came. your colleagues even added a matcha tea, lemon tea and coca cola. guessing everyone's preferred drink right.

" mind if I take a picture? " kinich asks as he pulls out his phone, you quickly said yes.

" hey get a picture of us too~ here give me your phone, " you show him your palm as he placed his phone on.

you turn the phone camera to selfie mode, aiming it so that the food can be seen and both xiao and kinich faces were in. throwing on a peace sign as xiao and kinich followed along.

you three ate your treats, talking about everything and anything. kinich has a pet named ajaw, he can get pretty aggressive but he's a sweet thing. pulling up videos and pictures of said pet. xiao also shares embarrassing stories of you in between. kinich couldn't help but laugh at certain parts of the story. leaving you fuming at your friend. kinich finds it adorable when you pout.

" well we should get going. I'll walk you home y/n, " xiao starts as you stared back at him, sighing when he tilts his head to the side.

" did something happened at home? " kinich question as you laugh at the bitter thought.

" it's fine really, " you force a smile as you stand up. bidding your colleagues and the boys follow behind. whispering to each other. you can't be bothered to know what they're talking about, having an internal battle on what might possibly happen at home. you had a fight with your brother after he told you his partner of five years was a homewrecker and he didn't do anything or defend himself when his partner started talking shii about his family.

" this is it, bye bye " you sounded so sad when you wave them goodbye, closing the door behind before they could say anything else.

kinich and xiao looks at each other before making their way over the nearby bench around the area.

" yeah something is definitely up, " kinich mumbles as xiao looks at him, slouched over the bench.

" you like them don't you? " he smirks.

" wha-what are you talking about? " kinich sweatdrops.

" aaah, we'll just leave it till tomorrow then. you know your way around the area or do you need me to walk you back too? " xiao teased leaving the dark hair male to laugh.

" I know how to get home, thanks. " he bids xiao goodbye as they both made their way home.

" fancy seeing you here, " kunikuzushi starts as you look over your shoulder and place the glass you were wiping down. it's a Saturday, no school. your work decided to come up with a little small event to promote the best selling kitty parfait. you blush and immediately hide yourself behind the counter, you're wearing a maid dress and kitty ears!

" hey now, aren't you going to serve me? " he teased as you stand up, you're the only worker right now. the next one will come in an hour.

" how'd you know I'm working here?! " you scold as he smiles.

" hey hey, I've got a little recommendation from the principal of the school but that doesn't matter, " he mumbles the last part turning back to stare at your eyes.

" I've been wanting to come here! so many people in school has been talking about it. even that smart ass alhaitham has been here not once but twice, " he raised two fingers as you grab his fingers, squeezing it hard as he lets out a playful scream.

" is this the person you've been talking about? kinich, " you quickly looked over kunikuzushi as he followed your line of view. you blush when you saw kinich in his casual wear. he is so handsome, charming and so much beautiful words you can't think of right now but he's just so drop dead gorgeous. he had his headband on his forehead, black t-shirt on and you can't admit it but his arms.

" please kill me kunikuzushi, hat guy, wanderer " you whisper as you shake him by his shoulder.

" hey must you bring up that stupid nickname and even the game name I used. " he sighs at your dramatic antics. he doesn't fail to notice your growing blush. you looked adorable if only it was for him.

" wha-what would you like to have today? kinich and beautiful girl, " you cry internally is that his girlfriend, you shove kunikuzushi aside as she points at the chocolate cake. just then your phone rings, you excused yourself as you quickly picked up the call. trying not to kill yourself when your boss tells you, you'll be working the full shift alone since your work partner had something going on. well its not so bad doing a full shift alone especially when the sun's setting down and well the customers just adore you the most.

you place your phone down, biding your boss an okay and goodbye as you look over kunikuzushi who was just playing with the jewelleries around his fingers and neck.

you cleared your throat as you beam back at them, right you're so good at faking smiles even kunikuzushi and xiao have a hard time figuring out which is fake and which isn't.

" so one chocolate cake? is there anything else? " you tap the order in the cash register screen as kinich finishes the order with " the same kitty parfait we ordered and two colas would be nice. "

you thanked them for ordering and tell them to take a seat, even rejecting his money because he's an honoured guest along with the girl he was with. assuring him it's on the house, kunikuzushi looked over the cash register area, picking up some of the memo notes you were writing down. one definitely caught his interests as you worked on their orders. quickly finished the final touches, making it as pretty and perfect. you walk over to their table. smiling at them when you approach, telling them to enjoy before you could return back to the register you hear kunikuzushi shout, " hey aren't you missing something? "

you glared at the man before turning back to the "couple" .

" I'll give you some blessings okay? make it delicious, " you form a heart with your fingers, moving it around your fingers as you shut your eyes tight.

" moe moe kyun~ "

to say the least, all you hear was kunikuzushi loud laughter as you rush back over to him.

" tell me your order now. " you demand as he sniffles back a laugh.

" o-one kitty parfait, the strawberry one. " your heart drops. keying in the order and bringing it to the man. why did he pick the seat opposite kinich, one where they can make eye contact.

" hey don't forget your magical blessing, " he flashed you a smile as you glared at him.

" make it delicious, " you say between gritted teeth, " moe moe kyun~ " just as you're about to walk away he grabs your hand. you turn to look at him stunned.

" there's no customers right now, so you can definitely fulfill my customer request right? as stated in the memo, " he grinned as you stared, flushing when you remember the event lines.

' obliged to the customer wishes, eg feeding them as long as its nothing super dangerous, do it '

" feed me. " you quickly take a seat opposite him, your kitty ears pressing against your head. the kitty ears, you scream. you looked so adorable you didn't notice the quick flash from his phone. your kitty ears pressed on your head as you flushed red, eyes squeeze tight as you grab his spoon.

" open up, " you place the spoon full of whipped cream and strawberry jam infront of his face, your other hand hovering under his chin to catch whatever mess he could possibly make.

" so how's school, " he tries to make small talk as you continue to feed him. just as you're about to give a response, you accidentally push the spoon filled parfait into his mouth, the whipped cream hitting the corner of his lips. you can't help but wipe the corner of his lips with your finger, forced habit from xiao, and the opportunity to tease the lingering eyes on him, he grab your finger. bringing it to his mouth to lick the whip cream.

you blush at his action as the kitty ears pressed against your head again, your tail swishing from side to side. yeah you're definitely not wearing this set of cat stuff again! thank goodness there was a normal version somewhere. you didn't expect people you know to come and you could've gotten out of work the following hour when kunikuzushi came. ugh the co-worker!!!

" hey y/n, " kinich calls over to you as you look back, your face flush red as kinich can't help but blush at your appearance. your cat ears and your flushing face.

you hand kunikuzushi back the spoon as you ruffled his hair for revenge, as he quickly brings a hand to your cheek, giving it a squeeze before you walk over to kinich's booth.

" yes? " you exhale slowly, trying to calm your racing heart.

" I hope we're not bothering you, this is mualani. she's- " kinich was interrupted as she grab your hands.

" we're classmates back in our old school and we're living in the same host house, I can't get a second away from him huh. hahaha! though each class in your school, holds one exchange student. he's pretty lucky to get a cute girl like you in the class. heck you're even prettier than the picture he showed! " she gushed as you flushed harder, he talks about you to this girl!?

" are you both datin-"

" what! no! I would never date this emo! " she scolds as you can't help but laugh, kinich cleared his throat earning a playful glare from mualani.

" thanks for the treat and like always, good things comes to an end. I'll see you in school, y/n. " kinich gets up as mualani follows bidding you a goodbye as she walks first, kinich feels his legs glued to the floor. his ears didn't fail him and kunikuzushi was purposefully being loud when he mentioned the event lines.

he did order the item that'll strike the event lines to work, you stared at him as he looks down, gulping down as he says what you weren't expecting to hear.

" there's an event thing right? I'm allowed to make a request? " your kitty ears perks up, you try to control your beating heart.

" yeah you can make a request as long as its nothing too stupid and crazy, " you looked to the floor, avoiding his gaze as you try to calm down.

" can I get your number then? " to say the least you thought you died and met the archons. with shaking hands you accept and key in your number.

he bids you goodbye as he walks over to mualani as she smiles, giddy as she can't wait to hear more of what kinich has to say. he's been pretty chatty since meeting you and she's definitely in for it all.

kunikuzushi did stay to help you clean the store, he said you'll pay him with one of the events request to which you agreed.

" xiaooo~ " you playfully poke his cheek from behind his seated self. you sigh as you gave him a hug resting your head on his head.

" I'm gonna kill myself. " you stood straight as you take your seat, and kinich enters.

" did you hear, in gym class. one of the rival class from the school will join us. " someone says as you felt a shiver down your spine, this class better not be kunikuzushi.

luck was not on your side when you catch his gaze on you. him sitting on the bleachers as xiao and kinich just so happen to sit a few seats infront of him. you were playing basketball first. you as the appointed captain and lumine was your rival captain.

" beat her ass, y/n! " you hear kunikuzushi shout as everyone turn to look at the man. his shame out the window, thank the archons sethos isn't here.

" you're supposed to cheer for us! " the girls in his class shout as he stuck out his tongue.

the game did end with your team winning, kunikuzushi calls for you to come over as you obliged. he hands you a bottle of water as the referee calls for the boys to come and get ready for the game. he smiles as he catches your gaze. waving as you nearly choke on the water. nilou takes a seat next to you as lumine on her other side and keqing went to your right side.

" heyy! cheer for me okay!? " he shouts as you flushed the girls looking over you as you scream a do your best, you guys! that's definitely not targeted to kinich, xiao and that kuni boy.

the girls tried to get intel on the boy as you tried your hardest to focus on the game. twenty minutes in the game and kunikuzushi team was one point down. he grabs hold of the ball and just as he's about to score he shouts your name.

" this one's for you, y/n! " he shouts as he shoots a three pointer earning two points, the girls cooing at the smoothness. the game then ends and the teacher congratulated the team for winning before ending his class.

" he definitely likes you, " nilou says as she stands up. lumine following her as she tells you he's too far gone.

" he's a stupid one for sure, " keqing pats your head in pity for your love life.

you look over the boys as they gathered close, you walked over as kunikuzushi was massaging his hand.

" what's wrong? " you question as he smiles weakly.

" just jammed my fingers. " you grab his non-injured hand. bringing him to the first aid kit, placed on the first row of the bleaches he takes a seat as you wrapped an elastic compression bandage over his finders.

" hey why don't you kiss my boo boos away? it'll heal faster just like your magical blessing to my parfait. it was really delicious, " he teased as you brought his hand over to your lips pressing a quick kiss over it. kinich and xiao decided to take the seats next to you and kunikuzushi, drinking water and calming down from the game.

" we have an hour free and then lunch break, you should join us. " you say, standing up and changing as the boys meet you at the roof.

xiao sits next to you as kinich and kunikuzushi was opposite. silenced filled the first part.

" open up, " kunikuzushi brings the egg roll from his bento to you mouth, as you ate it. xiao calling you to open up too as you ate the broccoli from him. kinich opens his bottle of cola as he brings it to your face as you chug a good amount.

kunikuzushi smirking as you glared daggers at the growing tug on his lips. realisation hits you as you start coughing, xiao pats your back as you stand up. packing your things as you bid a quick goodbye.

" see you guys later, and bye kunikuzushit. " you mindlessly walk away, it's still too early to go back to class.

" now what is her problem, " kunikuzushi mellowly says as the two looks over the male.

" you tease her too much, " xiao points his chopsticks at the male as he laughs pushing his chopsticks away with his own pair.

" admit it, we all know who she likes. " xiao flushed. it's not him and he's well aware.

" why do you like her, kunikuzushi? you even got her to feed you, your parfait... " kinich trailed off as xiao stared wide eyed at the indigo man, he laughs.

" she's fun to tease, plus quite the beauty. she's too nice for her own good, " kunikuzushi admits, reminiscencing the first time he met you when you threw a punch at him for talking shit about your school. that's when you met sethos and lumine for the first time too. they quickly took a liking to you.

" what about you, xiao? " xiao can't help but stare and look away at the pair of eyes on him.

" she's pretty, yes. I grew up with her so I guess you can say my love for her just keeps growing with her... " there's more to love you for and he's too shy to tell it to them.

kunikuzushi is well aware with the choices you won't pick him nor would it be xiao, he pats xiao on the back. trying to lighten the mood, so he tells embarrassing tales about you as xiao returns the same.

mualani caught you walking down the halls, she drags you to the vending machine around the garden as you sat on the bench, sipping on your carton of milk.

" why do you like kinich? " she cheekily asked as she plops next to you.

" he's handsome, quite the sweet talker and um.. im not sure? my heart just longs for him... " you confess, feeling the same burning on your cheeks as she laughs.

well you have her support in this, she cheers you up and attempts to tell you embarrassing stories about kinich but they ended up being more about her. kinich catching her doing embarrassing stuff.

as class was ending, kinich tells you and xiao, he'll be waiting for mualani so xiao and you left together first.

you invite xiao over to your house as he obeys. placing the plate of almond tofu and a cup of ice lemon tea. you enjoyed the peaceful silence. before admiting something xiao was painfully aware of.

" I like kinich. " he swallows hard.

" I like you, " he confessed as you flushed. turning to look at him and he he maintained eye contact back.

" I'm sorry, " you looked away as he was quick to hold you hand. rubbing smooth circles.

" it's really okay, dating someone you grew up with would be a bore huh? besides you probably see me more like a brother than some romantic partner... " you can't help but sigh, if you hadn't met kinich and xiao confessed. you'll definitely accept, he was nothing but kind and sweet to you.

" you're never boring to be with. my heart just longs for the guy, " you sigh as you grab the hand, touching your hand. you bring it to your forehead as he place the spoon down, patting your head.

" if he ever breaks your heart, my arms are open for you. if you're thirty and he hasn't married you, I'll marry you in a heartbeat. " you can't help but laugh.

" I'll allow that, I'll break up if he doesn't propose hahaha, please don't wait for me if you did fall for someone. " he nods as the conversation continues. you introduced a new character in your life as xiao filled you in on what happened during lunch when you left. your soul leaving your body when he says kunikuzushi was sharing embarrassing stories about you. hell the new character in your life couldn't say any embarrassing stories about kinich because it was mainly him catching her on the act.

you walk xiao to the door when it was time to leave, he pulls you in for a hug and you let him hug you for as long as he felt like it.

the next day in school, school felt pretty fast this time. probably because you fell asleep in class thanks to someone keeping you up all night.

" y/n come with me. " kinich offers a hand as you blindly take it, rubbing your eyes with your other hand. you don't know where this guy is taking you.

he brings you to the garden, the gazebo in sight as you take a seat and he stands. hands hiding something behind. a yawn escapes your lips as he shows you the flowers.

" I like- love you. " he confess, your eyes shot open. this can't be a dream? you pinch your cheek as he laughs, pulling your hand away to plant a kiss on it.

" it's not a dream. I love you a lot, your kindness. you really helped me feel at ease in the school, I met a few cool people thanks to you. even if we're far apart, I'll do anything for you. we're still living in the same country just different region. it will take awhile to get to you but for you, I'll do anything. " you can't help but kiss the corner of his lips as he cups your face, giving you a proper kiss.

to say the least even being so far away, you never felt lonely. kinich texts you 24/7 even video calling whenever you want. when you graduated, you eventually moved to a place nearer to him to attend college. xiao and kunikuzushi unexpectedly following. all four attending the same college, you weren't expecting to be in the same business course as kunikuzushi as xiao and kinich happen to share the same course. well kinich never fails to slap a smile on your face everyday.

#sakumz.pdf #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kinich x reader #kinich x you

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cyberkitty1 · 1 year

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Twin au /e!42 Miles and e!1610 Miles

Warnings: reader is female & mentions of like fighting

inspo from: @moodysunflowerbaby

GO READ WHAT THEY MAKE BC WOOOWEEE I CANT STOP GIGGLING!

I AM SOOOO EASILY INFLUENCED I CANTTT

How did you meet?

middle school you have classes with the both of them but 42 neverrr shows up. So when he does and 1610 doesnt, youre going crasy!

“ hey miles! you got the braids you have been talking about done? I like em’ on you; suit your face well.”

he just looks at you sideways ”nah im not miles im Mylo, Miles is my identical twin”

you sit there mouth open “ but you look exactly the same its crazy!” he gives you a look like youre dumb ” yea… identical twins.”

after that you would bother them about twin stuff like crazyyy

“ ok miles whats he thinking?” “ getting new shoes” you look at Mylo “REALLY?” “No” they say in unison.

“ wait if you are the same then do you share everything?” you say out of pure curiosity. Mylo looks at you with the most annoyed fave he could muster” no i don’t let his musty self touch my stuff” miles looks at him “ we doin this here?” “ ill do it wherever hermano”

dating one while being friends with the other (42)

you spend a lot of times in your room bc if you try to leave rio makes you take Mikes with you HAHAHA

“ooo that sounds fun! take your brother” shes says walking away “ on second thought we just gonna stay here” Mylo says walking you back to his room.

MILES NEVER KNOCKS!!

You guys dont do anything you wouldnt do in front of his mom but when Miles walks in asking for shoes or jewelry Mylo still gets annoyed.

“ tomorrow night we should go to the mall and then get dinner at-“

“Hey can i borrow some dunks?”

“ hey can you take yourself out of MY room before I remove YOU myself? What I tell you bout nocking?”

“ my bad” he says walking out

(1610)

Mylo pays like 0 mind but it still shocks him that he can pull yk? Not that Mylo likes you but how can his little brother that 0 shocking things about him get a girl?? just shocking.

“ you know what I think bout?”

“hm”

“ that you got a girl acting and looking like that”

“ nigga what? WE LOOK THE SAME”

Miles is so annoying about having a gf i cant

“ Mylo, yk what i got that you don’t have?”

“what”

“ A GIRLFRIEND” ( insert crazy ugly laugh)

GAURD. DOGS.

I AM SCREAMING

Imagine like guys dont like you and its a dumb reason like you rejected them and people dont know yall are frinds so they talk MAD SMACK about you and Miles and Mylo they egg egg them on to beat you up at a said location but they show up instead and get put on a hospital bed HAHA

^ do as you wish with that but if u use it LMK I GOTTA READ IT

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moralesluvr · 1 year

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can you write you and miles 42 have a argument and yk hes being bitchy af and your being bitchy back but thinks he only can be bitchy so he shuts the argument down lmfaoooo

shut it down ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: earth42!miles morales x black!fem!reader ♡ summary: you and miles get into an argument :( ♡ warnings: gaslighting, lowkey narcissistic behavior but hey it’s 42 miles. angst, yada yada yada ♡ a/n: thanks for your request bby! hope u like it :D ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

YOU LOVED YOUR BOYFRIEND, you really did– but for the last two months, he had gradually become more pushy, more paranoid, more protective.

And at first, you didn’t mind, really, you didn’t. You assumed that he was just trying to lookout for you, so you didn’t find it to be a big deal. Except, now, it was.

He promised you that the situation would never escalate. He had already lost too many people and he swore to himself he’d never let himself lose you too. You were precious to him, and he’d more than likely lose his head if you ever slipped through his tight embrace. So, everytime you left your house, or you were out– he was watching. Maybe not right then and there, but he had eyes everywhere, because he wanted to make sure that you were safe.

It started off with simple things, like sharing locations on your phones.

“Why do you need my location, Miles?” You had asked him, fingers skillfully braiding his hair back as he rested his head in between your thighs.

You felt him shift below you, “‘Cus I need to make you’re safe, mi preciosa. Let me see your phone.”

You obliged, handing him your phone with your free hand. You watched as he downloaded some software with coding that you couldn’t quite understand, but you trusted that his intentions were out of love. And they were, at first.

It only escalated from there.

It started with locations, then made its way to who he didn’t and did want you to hang out with, and eventually to what purchases you could and couldn’t make.

“Mami, what is this?” He had asked you one day while he was over your house. He held up a pair of Jordan’s, “I ain’t buy you these.”

You hummed, flipping on your stomach to face your boyfriend, “Yeah, I bought them myself. Just something to-”

“You don’t do that,” Miles cut you off, scoffing as he put the shoes down forcefully, “You don’t buy stuff with your own money. ¿Creía que te lo había dicho?”

“Sorry.” You murmured with an eye roll that you swore was concealed, but Miles caught it. He walked over to you, tucking his index finger underneath your chin.

“You got an attitude, ma?”

Shaking your head, you muttered a quiet no, reassuring him that something was in your eye and you were trying to get it out.

Miles hums, “That’s what I thought. And don’t buy no more of them shoes, you hear me?”

You nodded as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

You were entirely fed up.

And after that day, you knew that you couldn’t deal with Miles’ nonsense any longer.

In real time, you sat on your bed with your phone nestled in your sweaty palm, your boyfriend laying on his back next to you as you saw him scrolling on something. You looked out your peripheral vision to see he was scrolling through your bank history and purchases. You scoff, "Why are you logged into my stuff?"

"Worry 'bout yourself, Y/N." He warned, clicking on some button that said '25 MAX' in red lettering. You assumed he was putting a limit of your spending on your card. You snapped your neck over to him, "What is wrong with you? Get off my stuff, Miles."

He immediately perks up at your comment, "Who you talkin' to? I'm just tryna look out for you, but it seems like you don't want. So don't ask me for nothin' else since you wanna be ungrateful."

You laugh, standing up and putting your hands on your head in disbelief. "Ungrateful? Really? All you try to do is control me! You know what, I'm entirely sick of you."

"Watch your tone with me."

"I thought you said you liked my attitude?" You grinned, folding your arms across each other. Miles rises from his spot and walks over to you, his brown irises glaring deep into your own. You can nearly see his pupils shrink with how infuriated he is with you, "I don't know where all this is comin' from, but you better cut it out. You hear me? O lo haré yo por ti."

You feel your eyes water, a tear slipping out from underneath your eye as you nodded. Miles' thumb wiped the nuisance away from your pretty brown skin, "Look, mami, I'm sorry. I'm 'jus tryna' look out for you, and you bein' a little difficult."

Mustering a smile, you nodded as you felt Miles give you a quick kiss on your cheek. He left you standing there to collect your thoughts, disappearing into the kitchen. All although it was quite unfair to you how the situation went, what could you do?

You loved that boy with all your heart.

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tideswept · 26 days

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Obikin pretty woman au 😏😏😏😏

anon, this has been in my inbox for ages. just. torturing me. tempting me. winking lasciviously at me.

and I have to ask myself every time I come across it, do I really want to write another prostitute!Anakin AU? Does it have to be Anakin? And in my heart of hearts, I know that the answer is yes, and I should accept it. Because damn, could he pull off the outfits.

but I dunno. I'm weird? I like to do weird things? also never actually adapted a movie to a fic? Not yet anyway.

(Practical Magical AU fic, when will it be your turn?)

so I think

.....

okay, let the brain percolate

I think it should be Anakin who finds Obi-Wan. Who is just. He's had a bad day, okay? Like, fantastically fucking bad, big rich money business deals, he's stressed and tired of being the Negotiator but lives are at stake here, employees who need to keep their jobs, so he has to swallow back the stress--but he's been swallowing back that stress for years now.

He's tired.

He didn't mean to just walk out of the 5-star hotel. What he needed was a drink, and not the kind they served at the hotel bar, charging 50 credits for a shot. No, he needs it cheap and dirty and burning on the way down.

"Shit, you look awful," the voice says, and a body sits down next to him on the curb. Normally Obi-Wan wouldn't appreciate a stranger appearing out of nowhere and getting so close to him, but this stranger smells nice, actually. And they're warm, whereas he seems to have lost his jacket at some point between the first and third bar.

"You can't be out here like this, you know? Gonna get mugged and left for dead."

The voice is young enough that it bothers Obi-Wan. And that's how he meets Anakin Skywalker, who's also tired, except he's only twenty-two and hasn't been further than a hundred miles from where he was born. Anakin's got a black eye because he got a fight with a nerfherder and he's not that bothered, some people think that's hot. It's not really going to cut into his profits.

He lights up and offers the death stick to the strange, classy man that definitely shouldn't be sitting on the street after midnight on that liminal strip of road where respectable turns to grimy, and pulls off his high heeled boots and tucks them to the side, switching them over for practical running shoes he keeps in his bag.

Obi-Wan just sort of stares. And then takes the death stick. And for some reason, he's just drunk enough that he starts talking about the shit day he's had, and the even worse week he's about to have.

Anakin snorts and makes catty comments that have Obi-Wan smiling, because that's exactly what he's too polite to say. Too much the Negotiator.

"God," Anakin says after the death stick has long crumbled to ashes. "You need either a serious marathon fuck or drugs. Maybe both. And then to quit your job and do something that doesn't make you want to die."

And Obi-Wan thinks that's the greatest idea he's ever heard.

"Are you--" he nods at the boots. They're rather unmistakable in purpose. And the boy is hardly dressed for the cold night.

"If you're a cop, no," Anakin answers. "If you're asking for how much for the night, you're too fucking drunk, my guy, and I'm too tired to get vomited on. You want me to call you a car or are you just gonna sit here until someone does decide to mug you?"

Obi-Wan chooses the car.

(He comes back the next day to find Anakin. Cue the rest of the movie? CLOTHING MONTAGE. Uhhhhh Qui-Gon as the hotel clerk?)

#asks #Anonymous #obikin #star wars #absolute and utter nonsense #how did this turn into more of a pretty woman/cinderella fusion #the world will never know

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ragnarokhound · 2 months

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For the ask AU....

Jaytim bodyswap AU, or mutual ghost AU...?

Hope these sound fun::p

For the AU ask game!

Ohhh, these are so fun! But OwO omg body swap au!!

The fun of bodyswap au for me is 100% about literally walking a mile in their shoes, realizing things you didn't before about what they have to deal with day to day. But forget that, I had a fun idea about a hyperspecific situation instead lol

Five fun facts about a jaytim bodyswap au id write:

Enemies/Coworkers to Friends. Jason and Tim don't like each other (or Tim doesn't like Jason... "Be my Robin era") but they have to work a job together. Dick was supposed to be their partner on a crucial op, but he got yoinked/got sick/etc, so now Tim/Jason has to fill in for him and it's terrible >:/ months of work and weeks of planning jeopardized because this asshole has to be brought in and caught up and he SUCKS UGH

The bodyswap happens while Tim is dressed as a woman. Not only is Jason suddenly shorter and lighter, he is now in heels and a wig and holy shit, Tim, is that a thong. Meanwhile Tim is boggling at how many people he can look in the eye/down on and runs into at last one doorframe and then never again

One of them was going to play the honeypot. It's too late to change that plan after the bodyswap. (Tim may be dressed as a woman, but I'm extremely here for Jason being the person their target goes for)

They know what certain emotions look like, when they're twisted up in their own face. Tim knows what he looks like when he's frustrated/wistful/pining. Jason knows what he looks like when he wants to kiss someone. Is that what he...? (Part of why they butt heads is also just. Not being good at each other's facial expressions. Bats may be excellent at reading body language but I maintain that they have blind spots the size and shape of each other)

And of course, because bodyswap is not complete without hearing a conversation about yourself or being spoken to like you really are the other person, they both are subjected to hearing how Dick/Bruce/Babs/your person or people of choice talks to Tim (about Jason or not) and vice versa UwU

(BONUS FACT: they definitely bone/kiss/etc before getting swapped back lmao my kingdom for any excuse to let Jason feel small in a sexual setting)

#jaytim #ask game #writing game #not fic #my writing #timstolejasonscorpseagain #can i just say that your username is HILARIOUS IT GETS ME EVERY TIME I SEE IT #asked and answered

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jaylver · 1 year

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — P.JS (teaser!)

PAIRINGS: ice hockey player!jay x afab!reader

GENRE: strangers to frenemies to lovers, fake dating au, college sports au, romance, fluff, angst

WARNING(S): drinking, parties, profanities, slight violence, possessive jay, mentions/hints of cheating, miscommunication, slow burn-ish

RELEASE DATE: READ HERE

A/N: send in an ask/comment to be added into the ongoing taglist. it'll be closed on April 28th! :)

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“WHY AM I HERE?”

You found yourself asking your best friend, Minji, after barely ten minutes of setting foot into the party. Look, you didn’t wish to complain, but a beach party basically equaled sand in shoes, which you absolutely hate and despise, yet you were stuck here against your will.

“Everything is wrong with that. Their booze sucks and the beach boys hide at night,” you huffed, hugging your body tight as the wind blew across your face, the smell of sea lingered in the air.

"They're cute, don't you think so?" Minji nudged you and you shrugged.

"Cute but fuckboys, and I need them to step up during major games too,"

"Oh, I can tell," you spotted many of them already having a girl by their sides, whispering and giggling while they poured each other more drinks. "This is why I'd rather go back to the dorms,"

"Maybe, maybe not. Something entertaining will eventually happen at these types of parties,"

"I feel like you'll jinx it,"

Minji threw her hands up in defence, raising her eyebrows and shrugging. "Don't blame me, blame the system,"

'I'm not dying tonight. I'm not dying at a beach. I'm going to be fine' were the affirmations you repeated in your head, though you felt quite the opposite of that.

"Fuck you, are you banging my girl?"

"I didn't bang your girl, who the fuck are you?" Another voice spat back and you inched closer, hiding behind the other cubicle and you peeked your head out, shocked at the sight before you.

"Look man, I know people say I fuck around a lot, but I never fucked her!" It was obvious Mr 99 was starting to get heated, but the footballer was relentless in egging him on.

"Oh fuck off man, I know you did it!"

'Crack'

You spoke too soon. Way too soon.

"Hey!"

You took a few cautious steps ahead. Maybe if you just pretend nothing happened and continue walking, it would be fine. Maybe if you walked away, he wouldn't notice—

"Hey!"

. . . to be continued !

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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What if reader met tattooed Bucky this way? And later met Steve too?

(from the Howling Commandos fic)

Ooh, nonnie. If our reader met Bucky this way, it would be a completely different AU!

Opacity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: Over 620

TW: Pining, drunk character, possible drugging

A/N: What If not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️

Your date sucked. The worst you could remember. You didn't have enough to drink to forget about it. You didn't drink at all. The only reason you went was because you owed a friend a favor.

That didn't matter when you saw Bucky Barnes swaying on his feet not too far away.

The man you wished you had been on a date with.

He wasn't exactly a small man, practically towering over most people in town, so you wondered just how much he had to drink. And why the girl under his arm was snapping at him to just get in the car.

Your protective instincts kicked in as you walked closer and heard Bucky's slurred words as he tried to pull away.

"No. Wanna sleep."

It was the "no" that caught your attention. And that he wasn't trying to fight, like he didn't want to harm the girl he was with. But he clearly didn't want to go with her.

"Hey! What's going on?"

You weren't sure if it was your tone or your murder strut in heels as you stormed over, but the girl shrieked and rushed back into the bar before you could stop her.

Which was long enough for the gorgeous god adorned with tattoos to stumble into your arms.

How does a guy coming out of a bar smell so good?

"Mmm. My favorite person."

What? Fuck, don't let him fall.

"Bucky? You okay?" you asked, slipping an arm around his waist as you tried to keep him upright.

His eyes couldn't seem to focus, but he smiled a little. "M'tired."

"Can I call someone for you?" you asked as he groaned and sagged against you more, your legs almost buckling under the weight. "My car's right here. Is it okay if I give you a ride?"

"Yeah," he smiled as you slowly, but surely, got him to your car. "Mmm. So pretty, you know that? Wanna ink you."

That would be sweet if he wasn't hammered or worse.

"Okay, big boy," you said, humoring him as you buckled him in and ignoring how close the two of you were. He managed another smile as he sank into the seat. "I'll let you ink me one day."

"Yaaaaaaay. Don't tell Steve," he said, putting a finger to his lips. "Shhhhhhh."

"It'll be our secret," you said, putting a finger to your own lips to appease him.

He brought his fingers to your cheek in a light caress before his hand fell away. "Wish you were mine."

You ignored your racing heart as you shut the door and walked around to the other side. He was drunk and rambling. He probably thought you were someone else. That had to be it.

"So, your place is just a few miles away, right?"

Bucky passed out before he could reply. Trying not to panic, you assessed the situation. Thankfully his breathing was nice and even and he didn't get sick. You didn't even know if he had his keys on him though and you couldn't leave him on his porch.

Your place was the next best thing.

You weren't sure if any neighbors happened to see you struggle to get Bucky out of your car, but you were successful after a minute. In your heels no less. Once you got him inside and put him in your bed, which was more like him falling onto it, you removed his shoes and put a glass of water and aspirin on the nightstand.

You brushed some of his brown hair back after moving him on his side, just in case he got sick. "Get some rest."

Before you walked away, a warm hand gripped your wrist to stop you.

"Stay."

Bucky's eyes weren't open and he likely had no clue where he was, but he still wanted you to be there.

"Okay," you whispered.

When Bucky unlocked his phone in the morning, you would call Steve.

But tonight, you'd watch over him.

Like you really were his girl.

Love and thanks! 💙

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angstysebfan · 10 months

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My Roommates Boyfriend - Chapter 4

Pairings: Bucky x Female Reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: Aftermath of the kiss. Bucky and the reader stop at another motel for the night. Chapter Warnings: Angst (duh), Cursing, Harrassment, Implied Gang Rape

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You continue driving and make it to the border of Minnesota and North Dakota, when you finally stop at a motel. The rest of the drive has been complete and utter silence. After Bucky kissed you, you pulled away in surprise. You both stared at each other for a moment, before you reached out for him and brought his lips back to yours.

You allowed him to deepen the kiss and explore your mouth with his tongue. You felt your whole body come alive for the first time in so long. You didn’t want to let go, but the need to breath forced you both to separate. No words were said as Bucky took your hand and guided you back to the car. Then... nothing.

Now you're at another motel, and you honestly don’t know what to expect. Neither of you have said a thing since the kiss, and you don’t know what he's thinking. You walk into the office of the motel, where Bucky asks for two separate rooms. You're grateful to have some alone time to think. You walk up to your rooms and before you go in you look at Bucky as he unlocks his door.

“D-did you want to do dinner?” you ask quietly.

He looks at you, his expression unreadable, “No thanks. I need some time alone. I’ll see you in the morning at 5, okay?” he asks.

You nod and watch him go into his room without sparing you another glance. You go into your room, and lock the door behind you. You slide down the door to the floor and let out a sob. Your mind is all over the place, but the one thing that keeps coming up is that you kissed Bucky. You kissed the person who has been a complete dick to you for over a year. But even prior to that a lot of things came out into the open. It's just been an overly emotional day.

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Once you showered, you looked at your phone to see what was around for food. You found a McDonalds that was within walking distance, so you throw on a hoodie, and shoes and walk out your door. You thought about stopping to ask Bucky again, but decided against it.

You walk down the block and head inside. While you're there, you see a group of young guys, possibly college age, sitting in a group. You order your food and while you are waiting, you hear the guys cat-calling you. You decide to ignore them, since you were in no mood to deal with stupidity tonight. You got your food and left. While walking back, you continue to hear the same voices calling out to you. You turn around and see that group of guys were following you. You tried to speed up, but they caught up to you quickly.

“What’re you doin' out here alone beautiful, huh?” One of the guys says.

You keep your head down, clutching your food. The rest of the group completely surrounds you, and you felt trapped. Your heart started pounding a mile a minute in fear of what might possibly happen. You look at the guy who spoke. He had blonde hair and green eyes, and would be considered good looking if he wasn’t stalking you.

“Please, leave me alone. I'm just tryin' to get back to the motel,” you mutter, while trying to push past the group, unfortunately they do not let you leave.

“Why don’t you stay and hang out with us. We'll show you a good time,” the blonde said again, while his friends laughed.

You continue to try and force your way out of the group, but they just laugh at your feeble attempts. You start to panic that they will do something to you.

“Look, my boyfriend is at the motel, and he'll be coming soon to look for me, if you don’t let me go,” you say, hoping that will scare them off.

The blonde just laughs tauntingly. “What kind of boyfriend lets his girl out alone?” he sneers at you, getting closer and grasping your arm, pulling you into him as his other hand starts to grope you.

“The kind that will fucking kill you if don't get your fucking hands off her!” you hear from a familiar voice.

You look up and there's Bucky, looking angrier then you have ever seen him. The relief you feel is indescribable. The blond stops groping but holds you close to him so you can't escape.

“It’s time for you all to move along, or do you actually have a death wish tonight?” Bucky says menacingly.

The blonde just laughs and squeezes you closer making you whimper.

“With the sounds she's making, I think she wants to stay. And besides, what makes you think you could take all of us on, asshole?” he asks.

Bucky looks from you to him, getting angrier by the second. Bucky stalks up to the circle, which parts to let him into the center of the group. All the guys are egging the blond on to kick Bucky's ass. The blond throws you to the floor and swings at Bucky. Bucky blocks the punch and sends a swift uppercut to the mans jaw, causing him to fly a few feet and hit the ground out cold. The other guys stand there in complete shock.

Bucky looks around at them all with fire in his eyes, "Any one else want to take a fucking swing? Any one else want to touch my girl?!" he asks angrily, and they all take a step back.

Bucky quickly picks you up bridal style and turns to head back to the motel. They stare at him as he walks past them with you in his arms. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his neck, as tears flow down your face. Bucky says nothing as he walks.

He opens the door and walks in, closing it with his foot. He places you on the bed and kneels in front of you. He wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs as he whispers, “You’re okay; I got you.”

You openly sob for a few minutes and Bucky sits on the bed and pulls you into his lap, allowing you to cry. After you start to calm down he places a soft kiss on your forehead. You look at him then look around and realize he brought you back to his room.

You take a steadying breath, “I.. I think I’m okay,”

You give him a small smile as you stand up. Bucky gives one back as stands with you.

“Are you sure?” he asks, fear evident in his eyes.

You nod, “Yeah…Thank you… for saving me.”

Bucky blushes as he smiles at you, it’s the first time he ever directed a real smile at you and it causes butterflies in your stomach. It’s the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

“I uh, I should go back to my room,” you say.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks, generally concerned.

You just nod and walk to the door. “Yea... um... goodnight” you say.

“Goodnight.”

Bucky POV

Bucky watches you leave, and once the door closes he let out the breath he was holding. He doesn’t know what to make of today. It was such a rollercoaster. After speaking with Nat last night, he promised he would be on his best behavior. He thought ignoring you would be the solution, and it was going well in the beginning. Until you had to ask about THAT night. He knows what he said was terrible, and that he really didn't mean it, but it brought up all the pain again and he just snapped. He didn't expect you to react like that. He hated seeing you have a panic attack, and hated even more that it was because of him.

While your side of the story seems plausible, he wasn't sure if he could actually believe it. Ask Nat you said. Maybe he should. Then he thought about what you said. You had wanted him as much as he had wanted you, AND you said you still seem to like him. He doesn’t know why because he knows he's been horrible to you.

Bucky sighs and picks up his phone to text Nat:

Hey, we're practically in North Dakota. My plan is to be in Washington State by tomorrow, as long as we don’t make too many stops.

Yay! I can’t wait to see you both! How are things going with Y/N?

Bucky looks at his phone and decides he needs to know if you were telling the truth. He quickly types his response to Nat and waits.

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Reader POV

You lay in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about what a clusterfuck the day turned into. First you were basically sitting on egg shells while he ignored your existence, then you just had to bring up the drama. The words that he said, even now make tears come to your eyes. Did he really think of you that way?

But the way he took care of you, while you had your embarrassing panic attack. He held your hand to his chest and got you to match his breathing. Something tells you that what he said was true, that he did have some feelings for you, at least at some point. He must be a complete asshole if he was willing to help you out of your attach.

Even after you calmed down, he continued to just hold your hand, even brushing his thumb over your knuckles. Just the thought brought goosebumps to your skin. You always thought there was something wrong with you to like him when he's been mean to you, but you can't help it.

Then he kissed you! You can still feel his soft lips on yours, the taste of him in your mouth. God, you had dreamed of him kissing you, and now that you had it, you wanted more. But you couldn’t do that to Nat, plus you don’t know what he thinks of you now anyway. He could be acting like this because you freaked him out with your panic attack.

Then to top off the entire fucked up day, you almost get gang raped when you were just trying to get food. Again, Bucky took care of you and saved you. You owe him so much for that. Now you lay here and wish you had stayed in his room with him. You're too scared to close your eyes, that the nightmares of what could have happened to you will appear.

Before you even know what you are doing, you find yourself leaving your room and standing in front of his door. You don’t see the light on from under the door and think maybe you should leave him alone. But you knock softly anyway, just to see. After a moment, the door opens to find Bucky in those black sweatpants, hanging low on his hips, no shirt, and his hair in a low bun. He looks surprised to see you.

“Hey… uh… sorry if I woke you, but…. I-I couldn’t sleep…. and–” you stutter through your sentence.

Before you could finish, Bucky takes your hand and pulls you into the room and closes the door.

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You wake up the next morning and find yourself snuggled tightly in Bucky’s arms, with your face nuzzled into his neck. Bucky is still sound asleep, which allows you time to look at him without him knowing. His face is so soft while he sleeps, with his lips parted just slightly. He's just so beautiful! God, you want to kiss him again.

What the hell is wrong with you? This man made your life hell, and now you act like some lovesick puppy! Plus he was dating Nat!

Bucky starts to stir and slowly opens his eyes and looks right into yours. He blushes when he sees how tight he is holding you.

“Oh… uh sorry. I guess I like to cuddle when I sleep.” he said bashfully, letting you go.

You can’t shake the disappointed feeling of not having his warmth around you. You just smile, “It’s okay… I didn’t mind. Thank you for letting me sleep in here last night,” you say quietly.

Bucky looks from your eyes to your lips, then back.

“No problem.” he says quickly before getting up out of bed.

You frown, but figure you might as well get up too. You look at the clock and see that it is 5 am.

“We should get going if we are going to make it to the Washington state line by tonight,” Bucky says as he walks toward his bathroom.

You nod, “I’ll get dressed and meet you at the car in 15 minutes?” you ask as you head toward the door.

Bucky just nods before closing the door to the bathroom. You quickly leave the room and go into yours. You run to the bathroom to freshen up and then change into jeans, a t-shirt, and hoodie. After brushing your teeth and putting your hair up, you pack your things and head out to the car, where Bucky is waiting.

Chapter 3 / Chapter 5

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outofconcheol · 1 year

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Between The Mountains And The Sea (XMH x GN!Reader)

pairing: detective!Minghao x gn!reader genres/au/rating: angst, some fluff, sort-of mystery au, 15+ summary: In the seaside city, the ebb and flow of the tides is as constant as the presence of tragedy in Minghao's life. Until one day, the tides bring him you.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: Minghao is a detective investigating an un-aliving (referenced, no graphic depictions), unconventional detective-suspect-witness relationship, mutual pining and melancholy, OC is a different kind of femme fatale, alcohol use, (1) kiss

a/n: I watched Decision To Leave and it had me so effed up (seriously, it's amazing). I loved the dynamics between the two main leads, and for some reason, the visuals brought the Hai Cheng mv to mind. This is purely experimental, and it kinda reminds me of my rough early fanfic writing, but hopefully it's still an enjoyable read!

Minghao was nine years old when his parents had taken him up the mountain for the very first time. He cherishes the memory as though it were yesterday, still remembering the crackling in his lungs from the exertion, and their feet dangling over the edge while he happily munched on his mother’s cooking.

“Remember Minghao,” his father had said to him, quoting an old verse from one of the many books that sat collecting dust on the shelves of his office. “The wise love the sea, the benevolent the mountains.”

He’d been so wary back then, an irrational fear seizing him - what if his shoe suddenly slipped off and was to fly through the air, only to hit some poor unsuspecting soul below? It was then that he decided the mountains weren’t benevolent after all, their harsh, jagged faces looming above the landscape, striking fear into people's hearts.

And so, Minghao stayed away for many years. Until he met you.

He remembers the way you’d shuffled into the empty boardroom, so different from every other person he’d ever questioned. While normally their eyes were trained on the floor and their shoulders hunched, an indirect admission of some sort of guilt, you walked in, eyes level with his own. A challenge in them.

While it wasn’t unreasonable for Minghao to question the widow of a deceased victim, you made him feel like it was.

“You’re a hard person to track down, ___,” he mutters when you take the seat across from him. “You think you’d be more eager to come in and answer some questions given he was your spouse.”

“He was my husband,” you counter back, voice far too calm and steady for someone who was supposed to be in the harrowing stages of grief. “Not my life. I have a job, I have people I take care of.”

I am not benevolent. I like the sea.

Minghao’s father’s words come back to him when he looks at you, tempting and unknowable, your demeanor like the ebb and flow of the ocean tides that ravaged the coast a couple of miles away.

You lean over the table, inching closer and closer, and Minghao is transfixed, unable to draw back when he smells the warm hint of your perfume. You’re impossibly close, and he has to turn his head to remind himself that his colleague, Mingyu, had gone home for the night.

“So Detective Xu,” you whisper in his ear. “Ask away.”

Minghao stands up abruptly, your curious eyes following the line of his body. Your eyes follow the line of his body, and he has to force his racing heart to calm down, reminding himself that there was a job to be done.

“Let me buy you dinner first.”

After that night, Minghao stops eating dinner at his apartment, the tiny box with the garish wallpaper making way for the sleek wood of the boardroom. His packs of ramen are exchanged for more extravagant meals - sometimes bibimbap, other times sushi, or on the rare occasion, zhajiangmian, his favorite.

The two of you start off eating quietly, savoring the meals and tranquility amongst the hectic backdrop of your busy lives. It’s only when you’re both working to wipe down the table and put away the utensils and your hands brush against his – rough and callused against soft palms, that a chill runs down his spine – one he pushes to the back of his mind.

I’m working on the case, he’d lie to Mingyu when his partner questioned why he couldn’t join them for drinks, watching them clamber down the street. And then he waited. Waited until night had fallen and he could hear the drumming of your boots in the hallway, spotting the light blue wool of your favourite coat first, clutched in your arms while you wandered in, a coy smile on your face.

Instead, he learns that you’ve been unable to sleep in your bed since everything had happened, falling asleep to the sound of a different drama every night, a half-eaten pint of ice cream not far from your side.

That’s why he buys you dinner, he convinces himself. You’re clearly in shock and unable to cope with your husband’s tragic passing. It’s not because you take his breath away, a formidable tempest in your blue coat, standing out against the foggy backdrop of the seaside city.

It’s not because he also finds himself unable to sleep along with you, spending nights bundled up in his down jacket, staring at the twinkling lights of the houses across the bay, wondering which one is yours.

He forgets to go home, falling asleep in his car, roaming and wandering the streets in the hopes of running into you outside the shackles of his job, so he can finally get to know you in the way he yearns to – not as a suspect or an informant, but as a human being.

. . .

Minghao heaves for breath, his legs buckling underneath him as he climbs the stairs one by one, chasing after a new suspect. He’d been disappointed when the captain, Seungcheol, called him into the office that morning, informing him that the case on your husband was closed due to lack of evidence.

Minghao wanted to protest, to tell Seungcheol that you were worth it, but he realized how strange that would have sounded. And so he kept his mouth shut, being handed the next file for investigation, reading over the thief’s name – Soonyoung. The hours passed by, with him slumped over at his desk, until Mingyu is shaking him awake, telling him that Soonyoung’s been spotted and that they needed to split up and run after him — now.

The wind howls at the top of the winding road, Soonyoung cowering in the corner, and Minghao approaches the man, fingers lingering in case he makes a sudden move. His hair is matted with sweat, hands shaking as the handcuffs lock around the other man’s wrists easily, and he’s calling Mingyu for backup, ready to take the suspect back to the station for questioning.

All of a sudden, bright lights appear from around the corner, the roar of an engine and then sputtering, the car coming to a halt. The door swings open, and Minghao isn’t prepared for what happens next.

“Hao? Is that you?” your voice calls out to him. Hao. You’d never called him that before. It was always Detective Xu, a respectful distance in your voice, reminding him of the gap between you two.

“Is everything alright?” you look from Minghao’s exhausted figure to the handcuffed man.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Minghao manages to hiss out, wondering how the universe could have given him his greatest wish, the chance to see you again, in the most inopportune of moments, where his duty outweighed his heart.

You nod, eyes shining with concern, but back away anyway, stumbling over a few rocks on the road before the car revs up again, driving away.

Mingyu arrives not five minutes later, the two of them leading Soonyoung into the car, and that’s when Minghao spots it – the tiny piece of paper. Glancing around to make sure no one’s looking, he picks it up. There, scrawled in hurried and messy ink – is an address.

He knows it’s yours, and that it can’t have been there by accident. Tucking it into his back pocket, he lets out a heavy sigh, preparing for a grueling few hours of questioning ahead of him. And then, the real investigation could begin.

“You came,” the door swings open before Minghao can knock, his fist suspended in the air while he stares at you in shock, unable to say anything. He doesn’t know if he’s more shocked or you’re more shocked that he actually showed up.

“I made food,” you usher him in, and immediately, the smell of your cooking hits him, reminding him so much of his mother’s. He’s slipping his shoes off before he can think, and downing three shots of soju not even five minutes later.

It’s different from when you met before, because Minghao is in your home, your space. It’s different because he’s five shots of soju deep, and spilling information he shouldn’t be sharing with anyone about cases that should never see the light of day. Anything from petty thievery to crimes of passion.

You follow along with interest, pausing to nod at his declarations and add in your own theories.

“I don’t know about you Hao.” There it is again. You reach over with your spoon, pausing to take a bite from his bowl, and Minghao feels his throat go dry. “But it’s not a crime to like someone just because they’re married. If it was, the whole world would have been in flames by now.”

Minghao sputters, choking on the steaming rice that clogs the back of his throat, and your eyes are staring at him once again, deep and solemn. How would you know, unless…

“You’re tired,” you take his hand, pulling him up with you. “Please sleep.”

Minghao focuses on nothing but the warmth of your hand as you lead him down the hallway until he’s enveloped by darkness, falling backward onto the sheets of your bed.

“Close your eyes,” you whisper to him, and he feels his gaze become heavy, the ceiling of the room that’s not his blurring into soft focus. “Pretend you’re in the ocean, floating along the waves…”

Your voice is hypnotic, drawing him to a lull, and Minghao thinks it’s so easy to love you. He wonders why your husband couldn’t have stuck around long enough to do so.

He remains awake long enough to hear your voice go impossibly soft, asking a question to the darkness.

“I want your heart, Minghao. Will you give it to me?”

Soon enough, time ceases to exist in the quiet seaside city. The days at work begin to blur even further for Minghao, desolation creeping up his spine when he realizes that in his line of work, there’ll always be a tragedy with no happy ending.

He scribbles notes furiously in his journal, watching the passerby from the bus, when all of a sudden, there’s a shadow who takes the seat in front of him. It’s you, in your blue coat. The two of you hadn’t spoken since Minghao fell asleep in your bed. He’d spent many sleepless nights afterwards wrestling with your whispered words.

He’d never given his heart freely to anyone before, but something about you made him want to try, just this once. Even if you had nothing to give back.

“Your hands,” you finally break the silence. “They have blisters.”

Reaching over, you grab his hands in yours once again, and Minghao marvels at how gentle you are, reaching into your pocket for your hand cream. The smell of flowers and almonds permeates the air, the cold cream making him jolt, but soon enough, it’s soothed by your touch, thumb rubbing circles against his palms.

It’s far too intimate a gesture for Minghao to wrap his head around, and all he can offer in return is chasing down a man selling balloons when the two of you exit together. He offers a red one to you, and you accept.

“Why me?” Minghao asks, watching you twirl the balloon around in your palms, eyes lighting up in glee.

“Because you listened.”

He should have known it was all too good to be true, watching the grey clouds roll in on the coast. Mingyu had been on his case for months, asking him where he disappeared off to, why his focus wasn’t there.

How could Minghao focus, when he remembers the way you’d giggled at the aviators hanging off his shirt, putting them on his face with a smile?

You’d left without a trace, taking all your memories with you, from the lip balm you’d stolen from his coat pocket, to the files that had been swiped from his work satchel, containing precious evidence from your husband’s case.

How could he focus when he’d felt a taste of happiness, only for what felt like mere moments to pass, leaving him collapsed and broken.

He knows the storm is on the way, rain pelting him, the waves crashing against the shore, their whispers becoming screams, but he drives, drives, drives, chasing the memory of you, until it leads him to the mountain.

Tall and deadly, a solitary figure against the thunderous sky. Minghao fights the downpour, abandoning everything behind him, and he begins to climb.

He doesn’t know if it’s minutes, or hours later, when he stumbles to the top, collapsing from exertion. You’re alone, perched against a rock, looking off into the distance. He remains there still, unable to move, though he longs to know what secrets you hide.

“I’m afraid of heights,” your voice echoes out. “That’s why I like the sea - it’s chaotic, unpredictable. It can wash away everything, even all the bad memories. That’s why I married him.”

“Because someone like you would never want me, Minghao. Someone who doesn’t hesitate to scale a mountain in search of the truth. Someone kind, and dependable. A force to be reckoned with.”

“You don’t get to make those decisions,” he seethes, turning you around to face him. His hands run up your sides, and you shiver at his touch. “To decide who’s worthy of what.”

“What if I told you that my happiness is the tube of lip balm you stole from me, or a red balloon floating in the wind? That yes, maybe I’m the mountain, but only because I want to be, so the waves don’t take you away from me? That maybe we’re just two lonely souls, who’ve never had anyone really know us the way we know each other.”

“You don’t know me,” you tell him, clutching onto his coat.

“Then let me,” he takes your hands in his, pulling you closer to him. Around you, the mist thickens, but you pay it no mind, fisting the damp hair at the back of Minghao’s neck, your lips seeking his.

When dawn rises, you remain in the comfort of his embrace, your broken souls finding peace in each other, somewhere between the mountains and the sea.

a/n pt. 2: As always, any comments or feedback are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi <3

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sugolara · 6 months

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𝘼𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 & 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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With every breath that left their mouths, a fog came out. It was cold and the mist around them dampened their hair and clothing. The trees, bushes, and dirt were also wet, the droplets crashed onto the floor. It would have been a nice sight as they passed through the forest. They would probably have taken a stroll if they were in different circumstances.

Most of their feet ached and they had to hold in a groan when they had a few miles left. They just wanted all this to be over. For Sorston to be free and for the people to no longer die. They knew they were putting their lives on the line, but all that mattered was that they died knowing they were helping the community.

A few hours ago, while Shota and Toshinori helped Shoto, Izuku, Katsuki, F/n, Denki, Eijiro, Ochaco and Hanta, Gunhead and Yuwara helped those who were staying back to defend the community incase Tomura’s group came unannounced.

Shota would have had another day to prepare, but he couldn't afford to waste any ammos and he was unsure whether Tomura’s group would come by unannounced. He would much rather catch them off guard than be caught off guard.

“We’re going on foot. Their camp isn’t too far from here, so we’ll have no trouble.” Shota said, eyeing his group. Even with an eye missing, he was still a great shot, “Any dead come by use your knives, not your guns. We want to save the bullets.”

He could tell that his group was nervous, even F/n as he could see her fingers tremble, and maybe a part of it was due to the cold.

“How did you manage to find their haven?” Eijiro asked the older male.

“We tapped into their radios.” Shota responded, “While we were out, we were able to pass by their community and look around. It’s a small area with big buildings, so finding a way in with little guard watching was easy. It's their blind spot, so their people shouldn't be able to see us coming.”

“How long have you been planning this?” Ochaco question since he had mentioned he began spotting when he was out.

“From the beginning.” Shota thought back to when he first came here and where he met Tomura’s group, “Their place is surrounded by a forest, so we'll have to pass by that first.

With how the clouds were blocking the sun and how it looked like it wanted to rain, Denki wondered if they would need flashlights, “Will we arrive by dark?”

“No.” Shota said, giving the sky a brief glance, “We should be there before it gets dark.”

Toshinori had come back from getting their duffel bags, Gunhead followed behind as he would be joining them to, “Once the gate closes they’ll begin forming.”

“And the people?” Shota asked, as he eyed the empty streets besides those who were standing by.

“There okay.” Gunhead responded.

“Nezu?” Shota asked as he adjusted the map in his hands.

Tohsinori nodded, “He’s also okay.”

“Good.” Shota then let out a sigh from his nose, looking back at his group, “We’ll be separating once we get in the woods, once we enter the weak spot, we’ll signal the rest to come by. I want F/n, Katsuki, Hanta, Denki, and Ochaco with me.”

Shota would have taken the council team, replacing the group he’s with, with them, but he needed them to stay behind in case Tomura had an extra group go to Sorston. Though even with all he did to teach them to shoot, he wasn’t sure if they had the guts to murder someone. Maybe Eijiro and Denki, but Ochaco and Izuku he wasn’t too sure.

As of now, their shoes hit the cold pavement. They would be walking on the road until they were almost there, then entering the forest. So as long as Tomura didn’t know what was going on, Shota and his group had the upper hand.

A squirrel running by, causing a ruckus had startled Shota’s group, though thankfully none decided to draw their gun and instead let the critter pass by while they continued.

Ochaco looked up at the cloudy sky. With the help of the trees covering the sky, the forest appeared to be gloomy, giving it a dark aura, “We’re lucky for the forest being dark, otherwise we would have been spotted.”

Hanta hummed as he looked around, he couldn’t see that far due to the mist and of course the darkness, “I’m actually surprised we even made it this far. I thought a dead or an animal would give us away.”

Denki chimed in, his brows furrowed, “It is strange that we haven’t seen one.”

“It's a good thing.” Katsuki had said as he looked forward, his right hand occasionally jolting for his weapon, “It means we’re being quiet.”

The yellow-haired male shivered, “I don’t know, it kind of feels off. Don’t they smell blood?”

“There not vampires, moron.” The blonde rolled his eyes, though they soon landed on F/n as she pretty much kept quiet the entire way.

That changed as Hanta made her way towards her, “How are you feeling? You’re not nervous, right?”

She eyed him, “You did not just ask me that.”

Forgetting their situation, Hanta smiled at her, “I know, I know. I just want to know where you’re at, since…you were kind of born for this.”

She let a sigh come from her nose and shrugged, “I’m ready. Besides, I have an extra gun near my ankle.”

He rolled his eyes at that as he figured she would’ve pulled something heinous. But he shoved that aside as he once again smiled at her, his nervousness soon faded away as she stood by him. Even after saying he didn’t need her protection, he was glad she was with him as his only family member being by his side was all he needed in order to feel safe.

He couldn’t let his smile leave as he was truly happy, with just being with her.

In the front, Shota had listened to his students conversation. Oddly enough, he found it peaceful to hear their quiet chatter. He would have told them to be quiet, but he wasn’t sure if that would be the last time they would ever talk to each other as they all knew the danger they were facing. He wanted to at least give them the last chance before they forget each other’s voice.

His thoughts were erupted as his radio on his hip turned on, a static was heard though it quickly went away, “..Weird.”

He pressed a button to where he could talk but when he received nothing, his brows furrowed and he stopped his movements.

“What's wrong?” Ochaco asked as she had almost ran into Katsuki’s back.

As Shota gave them no explanation, only trying the radio, they felt on edge once again. Katsuki had shifted to where his body was almost touching F/n as he looked around, his hand resting on his gun that hung from a holster.

Denki also looked around as he wiped his eyes and looked into the darkness where he saw something move. The mist had collected on his tear duct, “I see a rotter up ahead.”

Hanta pulled out his knife as he looked to where Denki was looking, “Where.”

F/n had moved to them when she heard them speaking. While Denki pointed ahead, she too could see the figure however, something was unusual about it and it seemed that Shota knew as his eyes widened, but before he could utter out a word flashing lights blinded each of them.

They let out a groan and shielded their eyes. Their senses had disappeared as they were caught off guard, but the sound of engines running had them on high alert. Unfortunately for them, as they were trying to regain their focus, they were all shoved and hit until they were forced down to their knees.

“Well, well…” Tomura had to grin, this was so predictable to him, “Looks like I caught you.”

Due to the light blinding them and the shoving they hadn’t realized that Toshinori’s group was there, already on their knees with their mouth gagged by a sheet of cloth and their hands tied behind their back.

F/n’s eye twitched as she looked at Shoto who was next to her. A fog of breath came out as they both looked at eachother, worried and frightened looks adorning their faces.

Tomura grinned at every one of them, shaking his head like he was scolding a child. He swung his rusty, bloody ax around like it weighed nothing, “All you had to do was stay put. Keep bringing me what I want, letting me have whatever I want, and you can all live happily.”

F/n had to look away from Shoto as she tried to look for Hanta. He was at the end and she was at the front line. So even if she wanted to protect him with the hidden gun that they didn’t find, she would have difficulty doing so.

“Who planned this?” Tomura looked at each of them, waiting for one of them to respond, though all he could see were worried faces. He had to scoff, he was expecting them to be scared but as he looked at some, that being Katsuki, Shota, Toshinori and Gunhead, all he saw was their hardened glare.

If no one was going to answer, then it looked like he had to threaten one of them as he once again swung his ax and stopped it before it hit Denki, “Who planned this?”

Denki had flinched, his eyes widened as he was terrified. He had to look at the mud underneath his hands to contain his spiking anxiety.

“You don’t tell me who and I’m going to start killing people.” Tomura said to all them and then looked at one of his men that stood behind. The said male pulled his gun and pointed it at Hanta, making F/n’s eyes widened. Though she didn’t have time to grab her gun as she heard Toshinori.

“It was me!” The male said, his glaring eyes looking at Tomura, “I’m the one who orchestrated it.”

“You and your big words.” Tomura said, eyeing his men so that he could drop the gun. He walked to the male, looking down at him, “I know it wasn’t just you, so who else did it.”

“Honest!” He said, sweat forming on his forehead, “I did it all myself. Nezu doesn’t even know we’re here.”

All their foreheads began to sweat, the mist around them adding to their damp figures. Eijrio had to dig his nails in the wet dirt as his heart was pacing in frightness. He tried to contain his worries, let the fact that Gunhead was next to him ease him, but it was hard with the enemies surrounding them.

The rest noticed the older male lying, though they chose not to say anything. If they did, they feared that they would end up getting Toshinori killed, so for now they stayed quiet.

Tomura let out a sarcastic laugh, “Bullshit.”

“It’s true.” Shota then spoke after giving a brief glance to Gunhead, ignoring the fact the other male tried to get his attention.

Shota knew he shouldn't even be talking, he had a family waiting for him at home, but he couldn't let Toshinori take the blame. He also had a part to play, a major part, “Nezu would have never agreed to it, he’d never agree to put anybody in danger. The way he sees it..you’re keeping us safe.”

That had made Tomura’s group laugh and as they did so, Shoto’s eyes wandered to his brother's form. Dabi stood in front of him, staring him down. The male had his arms behind his back and Shoto noticed that he kept swaying his head to the side.

He followed his movements with his eyes though he was unsure of what to look at. It was then he looked behind his back, where his hands were placed. He kept waving three fingers. Shoto didn’t know what it meant until Dabi looked at his friends, his heart dropping when he realized.

Tomura then made his way to Shota, smirking down at him as the male glared back at him “And you thought it’d be a good idea to help? Was losing the eye not enough for you?”

Denki, Ochaco and Hanta had dug their nails into the dirt. They took a good look around, only their eyes did as they worried that if they moved their head a bullet would enter their skulls. They also shook and they weren’t sure if it was because it was cold or they were terrified.

Since Ochaco was next to Izuku, she briefly glanced at those in front. A fog came out her breath as she noticed that they too were scared. Izuku had his jaw clenched, F/n had her nails digging the mud, Shoto had his eyes narrowed ahead, and Katsuki glared at the ground.

Shota continued to glare at him to which Tomura did not like as he crouched down to his level, jamming his finger to his forehead, “Just remember, that whatever happens next, it’s on you.”

He stood up and looked at his underlings, “If anybody moves, kill them.”

With a quick shift on his feet, Tomura swung his ax, successfully landing it on Toshinori’s head. The ones one kneeled down let out shrieks and gasp. Their mouths hung open in shock as they stared at the older male.

Katsuki had let out a shaky breath, his face splashing with blood as Tomura pulled the ax out and rammed it back inside until Toshinori couldn’t be unidentified. His eyes began to water as he couldn’t look away, his nails clawed at his jeans as the blood gushed out.

His cheeks were smeared in blood, his black eyes stared at his friend, lying in a pool of blood. Shota’s fingers twitched as he couldn't do nothing but watch as the one holding the ax continued to slam it down with a grunt.

This isn’t what he wanted. All Shota wanted was for Sorston to be at ease, for his daughters to live in a place where they don’t have to fear every night. Was he…ever going to see them again?

Tomura let out a groan as his back popped, he wiped some blood off his cheeks and then let out a satisfied sigh, “This is what happens when you don’t do what you're told, Shota. All you had to do was work for me, but you ruined it. You think I’m going to believe that bullshit story of yours?”

Shoto refrained from also wiping the blood from his cheeks, his eyes kept glancing back at Dabi, pleading him to do something but the older male continued to cock his head to the side almost as if saying, no.

“You did this, Shota.” Tomura let out a shrug walking back and forth, adjusting his gloves while his ax was placed underneath his armpit, “You and your stupid fucking plan. What about your family?”

That caused his breath to hitch as he looked up at him, glaring, “Don’t.”

“Are you really in any position to demand me?” Tomura laughed, his underlings also joining him, “I’m not going to touch them…at least not yet.”

Denki had to bite his lips from throwing up. With all the gruesome stuff he's seen, this one shook him to his core.

Tomura then stopped walking, his head looking down to a pair of eyes that glared at him. He swung his ax side to side, looking at Hanta, undecided on what to do with him. Tomura’s only doing this to make a point. Don’t cross him and he won’t cross you, well only part of that is a lie. But he couldn’t deny he was having fun.

It's not like his job was being a criminal.

F/n had to blink as the mist began to weld up in her eyes. She swallowed her saliva as she stared at Hanta, holding in from letting out a noise as Tomura just stared at her cousin, swinging the ax.

It felt like she was the only one there, but she wasn’t as everyone else looked Hanta's way. She couldn’t care less about them or the people behind her, all she wanted was for the crazy man to back away. But it was like he was egging her on as he just stood there.

She knows what he could do, so to see him do it to Hanta, petrified her. Her hands only shook in the mud, waiting for Tomura to make a move so she could quickly grab her gun.

The light-blue haired male finally let out a sigh as he stopped swinging his ax. He smiled when Hanta’s glare had softened, almost knowing what was to happen next, “I’m doing you a favor.”

When Tomura lifted his ax F/n wasted no time and quickly pulled out her gun from her ankle and shot it at Tomura. Izuku and Shoto had let out a muffled groan, flinching as the shot was loud, their ears ringing from the unexpected shot.

But while they were both recovering, F/n eyes widened and tears began to collect when she realized that she missed. She was panting, realizing her mistake as Tomura slowly looked at her, grinning.

Toga had quickly disarmed the girl, shoving her to the ground and gripping her hair, making F/n make eye contact with Tomura. The red eyed male, grinned at her, his fingers gripping the ax, “Because of that…he dies.”

“No! No!” She yelled out, the others loudly gasping and looking away as Tomura swung his ax down to Hanta’s face. She let out a breath as she watched her family, her cousin, her best friend, die right in front of her.

Her mouth was left open, tears streaming down her face as everything of him was disappearing and all she could do was listen as Toga snickered and kept her head in place. She could only watch and watch and watch as Hanta could no longer be recognized.

The freckle male next to her had his own tears coming down and when he looked at F/n, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her as she continued to weep. He couldn’t help but notice that underneath Toga’s frame, she was shaking, her hands twitched as her head would jerk as she stared at her cousin.

He’s never seen her in this state. For her to just crumble right in front of him was a sight that startled him. A sight that he never wanted to see.

Tomura let out a pant when he stood back up, he dropped his ax as he stared down below, noticing his shoes had a coat of blood. He grinned as he stared at the rest, wiping his nose in the process, “You’re lucky I’m getting bored.”

He then pulled a gun out of his waistband and shot Shota in the head, where his body fell with a thump. The group didn’t have time to react as it happened fast, so when they looked to see their teacher, someone F/n thought was strong, dead, they could only shed a few more tears, their energy wasted from all the crying and their heart aching.

But when Tomura hastily made his way towards F/n, Katsuki, Izuku and Shoto shifted in their spot. They weren’t exactly sure what to do, but they didn’t want her to die next. They flinched though, when Toga removed herself and let Tomura grab her hair, making her see him.

He no longer adorned his grin, his ruby eyes piercingly stared at the heartbroken girl. He pointed his fingers to her chest, “You had every part to play for that guy's death. That’s on you.”

A bundle of tears glided across her cheeks as the male roughly let her go, choking on a sob as she allowed her head to fall and look at the ground below her.

Tomura then looked at Gunhead, the one he allowed to live to deliver a message, “You tell Nezu that I better see more than eighty percent and if I don’t then it’ll be guns blazing. You tell him that if he makes another damn move, I’m going to make him watch as I kill every single person in that shitty place, then I’m going to feed him to the dead.”

He grabbed his bloody ax and placed it on his shoulders, “And if you, or anybody else decides to come after me, then I’m killing everyone you ever loved.” He grinned, “Though I’m guessing they’re all dead by now.”

Before he could leave, he sniffled as he looked at one of his men, signaling to Shoto who glared at him, “Grab him.”

They did so, dragging the boy while the group could only watch, not forgetting about the men that were behind them with rifles in hand. They watched as Shoto tried to stand up, trying to leave the tight grip that was pulling his jacket but he couldn’t catch his feet. Not with his hands tied behind his back.

His last glance before they threw him inside a truck was at F/n, his heart shattering as the girl couldn’t look at him, too busy staring at the mud and sobbing her eyes out. Did she even know he was being taken?

“Remember!” Tomura yelled out as he made his way to the truck with his main men following, “I’m always listening!”

One by one, everyone began to leave in their own set of cars. They took the duffel bags and any remaining weapons, then leaving the group behind, letting them take in all that's happened.

They left them to their tears, to their memories, to the dead bodies that were on the floor. Some felt bad for them as they too experienced the same thing, but what had to be done, had to be done and they only hoped that the group would listen so that another devastating loss didn’t happen.

When the final car left, Denki, Ochaco and Katsuki let out a shaky sigh of relief. They swallowed their saliva, and looked at their dead friends and teachers. None of them decided to make a move, only staring at the blood, their final image of what their friend, their teachers looked like.

It was Gunhead who first moved, the loose rope around his wrist came undone as he took the cloth away from his mouth. His eyes shutted for a moment, wishing that he was one who chose to speak first instead of Shota as he had people to return home to. However, the black-haired male had beat him first, giving him a shared look to not speak.

He then shifted to his side, where Eijiro sat, untying his rope, “...We should leave.”

F/n could hear him, but she didn’t care for him. She didn’t care as all she did was stare at the mud below her, her tears added onto the muddy dirt, staining her jeans and her hands. She didn’t care when Katsuki and Izuku tried to help her get up or when the others began to move.

The sky then rumbled as heavy rain began to pour, drenching their forms.

She took a breath in, her head slowly moving to right, passing by Izuku as she stared at Hanta. Her tears fogged her eyes, but she could see him, at least what was left of him. His smile, his dumb jokes, their fond memories were all leaving her mind as she tried so hard to cling onto them.

All she wanted was to go back to her home, be in the arms of her family, and be with Hanta.

Now, she was alone.

She was truly, terribly alone.

#izuku x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #midoriya x y/n #katsuki x you #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #todoroki shoto x reader #izuku midoriya x reader

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marcothephoenixhusband · 1 year

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Law The Yandere Crazy Stalker Ex/Marco The Savior

AU Modern Day

🔞18+ NSFW

-Marco x F!Reader-

Warnings: Stalking, Fluff, Romance, Revenge, Consensual Sex, Threats, Blood, Revenge On Yandere Law With Marco on Phone Sex, Yandere Psycho Law, Slice Of Life with Marco, Valentine's Day Sex, Proposed too, Maid and Master Play Near End

>THIS IS LONG<

SUMMARY: You were going on three years with Law, coming up was Valentines day and you had bought some red lingerie that had a big bow that unfolds. But not once did he ever get you anything for any holiday or even your birthday you always got him things. Laws a rocker in a band that does well enough for him to get by, he plays bass. In the begining everything seemed fine. But now in fact every time he would come over it was just to use you for sex then leave with you crying he knew how you worked and would abuse it all he wanted. That is until your neighbor Marco a doctor and friend of three going on four years helps you out. When lots of other things happen. *Phoenix Wright makes an appearance.

"Todays Valentines Day! Today I make him realize that im not just some woman. First ill go to his place and surprise him with this red lingerie, a letter and a heart bear. Todays my only day off this week. Then well go out somewhere and have fun lets see its four thirty plenty of time fifteen minutes away from my apartment" you say to yourself getting dressed in the lingerie. Doing your makeup perfect just how you like it but to also to match the lingerie. You put on a black sheer shirt but if someone were to glance they wouldn't notice anything. You put on a black zipper skirt for easy access, you wore your favorite low platform shoes. Once ready with everthing you grab a taxi and go five miles to his small apartment. Walking up the stairs you suddenly get nervous but you reassure yourself theres nothing wrong with you. And walk up the flight of steps unlocking his door to hear noises. Noises that definitely were not from the TV. So you walk through the open door of his room to see him fucking your best friend. (Excuse me, ex best friend)

"WE ARE DONE Law!! Loose my number and return the apartment key to my apartment!" You rip the head off the bear and throw it at his stupid bass for his band also tearing the letter in half dropping it as your storming through his unkempt apartment as hes saying and putting pants on. You throw his spare key out the open window since it reeked of sex.

"No! (N) its not what it looks like! Your mine you cant leave! I love you!!!" Your ex yells as your ex bff says.

"What the hell you said you loved me and were gonna dump her soon for me!"

"No I didnt! Look (n) we can talk this out" your ex Law says with his hands as you look back at him scan him up and down and then your ex bff and say.

"Were over! All of us!" You open the door walk, down the steps and call a taxi luckily one was right there. As Law put on a shirt then tried to run after you but the taxi allready was leaving missing him by seconds. Bursting out sobbing now that your facade of strength was over the taxi driver asks.

"Are you all right miss? Do you have anyone too talk to?" Through your tears you just sob out

"He ...... fucked..... my.... best friend" and that was enough for the taxi driver to shutup. You were going through so much pain.

"Were here... be safe miss" the taxi driver says and you nod still crying giving him way to much money as you exited the car. Once inside your complex your struggle to get your keys to open the door which made you cry even more. You hear a click then a door open you all ready knew who it was. Marco Phoenix your neighbor of three years going on four years and a doctor. Sometimes you both would drink and chat like friends but you didnt want to bother him with your crap right now. Shaking black eyeliner running down your face.

"(N) are you allright? Yoi" Marco asks softly.

"..... cant ..... stop..... shaking...." you cry but managed to get out. He gently holds your shoulders as he says

"How about you take ten minutes to calm down put the decapitated bear down. Get yourself situated and then come over to talk about things over some wine? Yoi" You just nod and he slowly grabs your key and unlocks your door for you.

"Thank you Marco" his gentle touches have seemed to calm you down enough to go into your apartment as he went into his. First you throw the bear against the wall but it just bounces back on to the floor. Then you take a deep breath three times to calm down more. Then it sinks in you only have ten minutes you wipe your makeup and managed to fix it like before which was black eyeliner with red sparkles on the eyelids. It didnt even occur to you to change your clothes. You drink some water and its time. Technically you spent fifteen minutes but oh well. You exit your apartment locking it incase the psycho comes to your apartment though he had a spare key made himself. Marco and Law have met in passing before many times as Marco headed to work, lets just say they dont get along. Marco and your ex bff were the ones youd talk too about your problems but that backstabbing bitch!

'At least you had Marco, he was kind, handsome, laid back, and a gentle soul. You blush you have had a crush on him and not realized till now?!' You think

'Hes just my friend its just wine on valentine's day' you think shake off the blush then knock on Marcos door. He opens the door with a laidback expression and opens it for you to walk in through his arm thats propping the door open. I mean he was six, eight foot after all. As you do you smell a lavender candle burning and two glasses of wine near the big ass nice couch that could be used as a bed. As he closes the door you take off your shoes by the welcome mat for shoes. He leads you to the couch, you both sit down. His left arm resting on the couch behind you. As he picks up his glass of wine so you do the same. He takes a sip as you take a gulp.

"So tell me what happened (n) Yoi" he takes another sip.

"Well ... he was sleeping with my ex bff the whole time, the only thing he ever did right was to use condoms with me. And he never once made me cum either it was always about him! She said that he loved her and that he was gonna dump me after almost three years for her! I feel like all that time is a waste! Thats when I broke up with them! Then he said no way! and that he loved me thats when I got a taxi and left. Then I started balling in the taxi and the taxi driver asked if I was okay and all I could say was He fucked my bff ugh!" You say voice shaky you feel Marcos thumb rub your shoulder.

"Marco did I deserve this? Am I a bad person?" You ask looking over cetching his eyes as he sets his glass down and so do you. He embraces you in a hug rubbing your back when your phone starts going off making you jump a little.

"Replying to you, no you never deserved anything that sick bastard did to you. And no your the opposite your such a wonderful and enjoyable person to be around. He lost a good woman. Yoi" suddenly your phone started vibrating and you grab your phone to see

"Ahh its him!" You say startled.

"Well lets answer it Yoi"

"What?! No! Why-" you protest but Marco all ready grabed your phone and slides to accept the call and put it on speaker.

"(N) I swear it wont happen again!" Law yells.

"Yea just like the times you promised her this and that but never followed through making her cry countless times? Yoi" Law seemed shocked.

"Who is this?!" Law yells.

"Take a wild ass guess dumbass Yoi" Marco says with authority.

"Marco you asshole why do you have her-" Marco cut Law off

"Oh shes right here, in my arms. And I think she likes it. Law do you know what a clitorus gland is?"

"Yea its where guys put there dicks in" Whispering to you Marco asks

"Do you trust me (n) let me show you what an actual orgasm is supposed to feel like Yoi" you blush but nod and whisper

"I trust you Marco." Marco turns back to the phone on the couch.

"Wrong Law its how you make a woman orgasm let me demonstrate. Yoi" Marco says with a calm voice unzipping your skirt and taking your shirt off gently.

"Wow what a beautiful woman dressed up in red lingerie in a bow Yoi"

"Put (n) on the phone now dont you touch her shes mine!" Law yells as Marco unwraps your bow slowly and says to Law.

"Shes wrapped up like a present for me. Yoi" You knew this was Marcos way of revenge well not the sexy part, but when you mess with his friends hell think on it then come up with a plan. Youve never been on that receiving end before though.

"Stop touching her!! Bastard ill kill you!" Law yells.

"If you so much as step into the complex I will have the police called" Marco says in a husky tone. As Marco un wraps the whole bow causeing the ribbon to fall to the ground. Marco reaches down to your clit and rubs gently making you gasp loudly.

"(N) Whats he doing to you?!Remember your mine!!" Law yells through the speaker phone. Marco slides up and down in your folds then goes back to your clit giving more stimulus.

"Marcooo~!" You moan loudly.

"She seems to like what im doing to her Yoi" Marco says to Law.

"You sick fucker!" Law yells clearly enraged. Marco slips a digit into you while still on your clits button gently rubbing it in circles.

"Yess! Marco!! Your gonna make me cum!" You yell not that loud but loud enough for Law to hear. As Marco slid in another digit your back arched He stimulated your clit and the fingers inside you so you could ride out your high. Your back arches then falls back on the couch huffing for breath. Marco whispers in your ear.

"Would you like more of what I can do my sweet (n)? I need your permission unfortunately I dont have any condoms though. Ive never brought a woman back before..Yoi" you whisper back

"Im on birth control"

"For how long have you been on it? Yoi" Marco asks

"Since I was in high school" you reply back.

"Well I need your consent Yoi"

"You have it" you whisper back as he undresses his jacket pants and boxers then crawls on top of you but just the bottom of you planting kisses all over your body. You moaning.

"Ohh Marco!!"

"Whats that bastard doing to you?!" Law yells.

"Making her cum over and over. Yoi" Marco says in a husky voice as he spreads your legs kissing and sucking hard near your pussy on the top of your thighs leaving hickey's. He starts eating you out skillfully. Your back arches.

"MarcOOO Yesss that feels so good!!" You moan out unable to control gour body twitching. You keep moaning as you feel that feeling again. After five more minutes.

"Marco im- im gonna cum again!"

"Why are you doing this to me (n)?!" Law yells as Marco laps up your slit, massaging your clit with his tounge.

"Im im cumming MarcoOO!!" You yell arching your back as he laps up your juices. He pulls up his head wiping your juices off his face as he crawls completely on top of you and asks.

"Are you ready now (n)"

"Ready?! Ready for what?!!" Law yells over the phone.

"Ready for her to be mine forever. She was right any normal person wouldnt stay on the phone this long psycho Yoi" Marco says to Law as your face is red huffing hard.

"Marcoo I need you im ready" you whine/moan.

"Your lucky I have a gig tonight or id-!!" Law yells.

"Hold that thought Law I need to please MY woman" you both hear screams from Law but ignore them for now. Marco positions himself with both hands on either side of your head then uses one hand to slide his cock up and down your slit hitting your clit as well then he slips in the tip.

"Ahhh!!" You moan with more yelling from Law. As Marco softly thrusts to widen your walls for his cock once he reaches your cervix.

"Yesss god Marco your so big you fill me up!" You moan loudly as you wrap your arms around his neck. He starts thrusting slowly at first feeling you out.

"Ah I found it Yoi"

"Found what?!!!" Law screams now.

"Her G spot dumbass! She said I can cum in her. So with that I told you she will be mine soon forever Yoi!" Marco hits the end call button you assume. As he picks up speed hitting your g spot every time making you see spots as you dug your nails into his back he speeds up. Law kept calling back for a couple hours but eventually stopped as you all knew he had a gig tonight. Time warps into night.

"Ohh Marco are you-"

"Oh im close what about you? Yoi" he cuts you off knowing what you were gonna ask.

"Im close too ahh yess Marco!!"

After some more thrusts

"Marco! Im gonna cum!"

"Me too my sweet (n) lets cum together! Yoi" he keeps thrusting hitting your g spot everytime making you a moaning mess. Then it snuck up on you.

"Marco im gonna cum!!"

"Me too Yoi do you still want my hot cum? Yoi" he asks in your ear him proping himself on his elbows sweat dripping off of him and you.

"I doo please cum in me Marco!!" You moan out.

"Ahghh!! Marcoo im cuming!"

"Agh! Me to (n)!! Take my hot creamy cum all in you. Yoi" as your walls contrict he keeps thrusting riding out both your sex highs.

"MARCO YESS!!!" Yell out.

"(N) YESS GOD!!! YOI" He moans out slowing he thrusts through both your highs untill he slowly comes to a stop resting his head on your chest between your breasts. You hug Marco saying

"So im your woman now am I?" You question huffing, giggling and smiling wide.

He looks into your eyes seriously.

"If youll have me as your boyfriend. I promise to keep that smile on your face forever. And ive liked you for a couple years now too... Yoi" he admits. "I actually had just realized while I was having a mental brakedown that Ive liked you for awhile too Marco but I never acted on it since I was with ... him." You whisper laughing. He raises an eyebrow then soft lips meet yours as you follow his rhythm using tounges you nip his, surprising him as he nips yours. Finally breaking for air he admits.

"Thats one thing I admire about you (n) your soo loyal Yoi"

"I would always go to meet you outside to make sure you were safe. I hoped nothing bad would happen to you. Yoi" he says.

"Ah so thats why you did that I had no clue" you laugh.

"Your a woman living alone of course I worried but I couldnt be there all the time due to my job I do sometimes get randomly called in for emergencies. Now you have a crazy ex stalker who will probably come at any time. Ill have the landlord change your lock. Yoi" he admits.

"That would make me feel better..." you admit.

"Just try and stay out of your apartment until the lock is changed. Yoi"

"Law never cared to remember my schedule all he knows is I have a day job at a charity building across from the hospital."

"All right well discuss this later lets get cleaned up. Hang onto me. Yoi" he says and you obey. Wrapping your arms more around his neck and wrapping your legs tighter around his groin. He picks you up which you werent expecting and walks into his room turns the light on you see hes well kempt.

'Well he is a doctor he must feel cleaner this way' you think. Then he opens the bathroom door and turns on the shower. He places a hand on your back helping to support you then nuzzles your neck making you giggle as he gave your neck butterfly kisses. So you do the same nuzzling his neck and kissing all around his neck. Marco blushes and checks the water then holds your thighs up as he steps in.

"Ready (n) im going to pull out Yoi" he says softly and you nod him pulling you thighs away from him your back against the wall for support, each inch you miss him more until hes all the way out and you gasp as he slides you to the ground your wobbly. He pulls you into a hug and you wrap your arms around his abs feeling his cum come out of you.

"Sorry wasnt expecting you to be in my bathroom haha I only have manly things. Actually I wasnt expecting to be so devilish tonight but you and him got the better of me. I hate seeing you cry. Yoi"

"Thats okay as long as I get clean and I feel better so thank you for... everything" you reply blushing and giggling. He chuckles then he stops hugging you and squirts some body wash on you then him. You both getting clean, washes eachothers hair, then wash off everything and turn off the shower. He grabs two towels and gives you one fluffy towel. He steps out getting dry while you stay in the warm air drying off, once dry he takes the towels once you step out and throws them in the clothes bin. Then he searches his closet and returns to you with one of his casual shirts and smaller shorts that would fit you since he is wide and tall. You get dressed in them as he dresses in his night clothes but no shirt making you blush. He takes notice.

"See something you like? Yoi" he asks and you just nod and blush. He smiles wide and leads you back to the living room.

"We never actually drank our wine did we? Yoi"

"But will you be okay tomorrow?"

"Heavy drinking doesnt affect me, not that I do drink heavily. A glass or social drinking is what I prefer Yoi" he says with a smile as he gathers your clothes and sets them aside on the empty table right by the door. Then he sits on the couch and pats in the spot next to him.

"Im the same way you know drinking doesnt really affect me unless ive had a lot. But I like social drinking." You say as he replys.

"Look at that allready finding out more about eachother. So whats you favorite fruit? Yoi"

"Rassberries. What about you?"

"Pineapples haha Yoi"

"Thats surprising. I dont think I know anyone who likes pineapples except you hehe" you say poking his nose, as he wraps a blanket from behind your head over the both of you scooting closer untill your both sipping wine cuddling on the couch his arm around your waist.

"My phone finally stopped ringing?" You say curiously.

"Seventy six calls!!!!??" You slightly yell.

"Just ignore them, for now dont pick up if he calls again Yoi" you put your phone on vibrate and set it on the couch. Your face in the crook of his neck.

"Hey Marco?" He looks to you.

"Hmm my sweet? Yoi"

"Thank you for everything I mean it. In one day my life changed for the better" You say genuinely. Which makes him smile wide.

"Im glad I could help (N) even though it was unconventional Yoi" Marco replies and kisses your forehead. After finishing the wine you both makeout nipping eachothers tounges and playing around flicking swirling then breaking for air.

"Its getting late grab your phone and set an alarm eariler than normal so you can go back to your apartment in the morning and get ready. ... do you mind if I keep the ribbon? Yoi"

"Okay I will and no I dont mind I think were thinking the same thing hehe" you reply as you grab your phone. As Marco puts the blanket back above the couch. He scoops you up as you grab your phone walking around the table to his bedroom. Laying you on the bed.

"Pick where you want to sleep my dear (n) Yoi" you scoot under the right side of the bed.

"Good choice because I always sleep in the middle. Yoi" he says sliding into the middle offering his left arm as your pillow you happily accept, then he rolls over wraps his right hand around your waist and pulls you closer to him. Him intertwining his legs with yours. As you both slowly fall asleep with smiles on your faces.

~The Next Morning~

*Vibrate Vibrate Vibrate*

"HmmMmm?" You reach for your phone but you realize your not in your bed where your nightstand is. You open your groggy eyes to see your in a different bed and the nightstand is much farther back. You feel someones arms around your waist, legs intertwined. Then you remember everything that happened yesterday and turned red in the face. You slowly stretch to grab your phone and look at it

"Holy shit ninety two missed calls?! I have to go to work too!" You yell softly making Marco stir abit you realize you have to wake up Marco since hes clutching you for dear life.

"Marcoooo~" You run your hand through his hair again and again while cooing him to wake up.

"HmMm (n)? Yoi" Marco opens and eye to see you, he blushes.

"I have to go cutie im gonna be late" you say.

"Auhhh fine go on dear I get off at five pm Yoi" Marco says.

"What a coincidence I get off at five too. But I have to go now Marco" you say sadly. He sits up the covers revealing his abs you blush and turn away. He turns you around and says

"You better get used to it cause im not going anywhere girlfriend~ Yoi" he smiles wide and winks then untangles himself from you as you get out of bed go around hop up on the king sized bed and give him kisses all over his face and neck.

"Hmm feels good Yoi" he says. Then hopped back down and walked into the living room to gather your things and went to your apartment. When you walked in the place had been ransacked.

'I cant believe Law would do this. Dont cry (n) breath just get ready for work. Law must have been still drunk and came after the gig. Which means I have to change my lock you think to yourself but me and Marco work all the hours the landlord is open.... You got ready in your blue jacket with buttons with white blouse under, and a blue pencil skirt with black pleather flats. After you get yourself together you go out and meet Marco who was locking his door too. His judgement on your face said it all.

"What happened (n)? Yoi" he asks in his doctors coat and scrubs.

"He came here last night and ransacked my apartment. It must have been when we fell asleep he must have been drunk but quiet looking for me" you look down as he picks up your chin gently and gave you a kiss.

"You should sleep at my place until we get this sorted and ill walk you to your jobs building and walk you home just stay in your building until I come get you. Theres nothing I can really do about breaks. Dont worry though I have your back. Yoi" Marco explains.

"Thank you Marco it means so much to me!" You blush and he leans down and kisses you, you kiss him back then you both break for air.

"Shall we? Yoi" he says holding his arm for you to loop through. You loop your arm through his and walk down the stairs you both being on the second floor. Once to the intersection he leads you to your building as one of your cowokers notice you two. You kiss Marco and thank him. Then turn to see Shizu and immediately turn bright red.

"I have to go see you after work cutie" Marco says then walk fast to the hospital.

"Spill now, anndd hes a doctor! spill it girl!" is all she says.

"Okay but first let me call a place before work"

~At Break~

"His name is Marco Phoenix, hes been my neighbor for three years going on four. And he the absolute most sweetest person ever" you say with heart eyes.

"*sniff sniff* um is that manly smell I smell? Oh my god you spent the night at his place last night didnt you?" Shizu blabs out making you blush and nod admitting it.

"Whatever happened to that rocker punk whats his name oh Law?" Shizu asks.

"Oh him I found him in his room in his apartment banging my ex bff the whole relationship so I broke up with him now hes stalking me. Which reminds me I need to tell security."

"Girl you need to tell security soon after work then?" Shizu asks and you nod. You gossip with your coworkers when a delivery worker carrying a huge bouquet of roses walked down the aisle making all the girls giggle

"I wonder who those are for." You murmur

"Is there a miss (n) here?" The worker ask yells trying to figure out who its for so they can deliver other parcels. You raise your hand and he sets them on your desk as you stand and sign for them. Its a vase with roses in the shape of a heart. And a small shiny red box. Making all the girls flock over.

"Ohh read the note!!" Shizu says all giddy.

"Dear (n) since we missed valentine's day I thought id make it up to you. Girlfriend XOXO from -Marco" All the girls squeal as you smell the roses. You open the box and smell rassberries, so you try a rassberry truffle.

"Sorry girls im not sharing the chocolates but each of you can have a rose put it in your jacket pocket itll look soo cute!" They do as followed and soon each woman has sparkly eyes.

"Thank you (N)!" They all say.

'I wonder when itll get there? Im not as rich as Marco' you think.

~Marco's POV~

A delivery man walked into the hospital holding a good sized medium red box with a note attached to the side which caught your attention, because no one ever gets gifts in this wing ,maybe its cause you were hungry.

'Her flowers should be there by now Yoi' you think as you say.

"Im going on break Yoi" you say to the receptionist and she just waves.

"Ive got a package here for a Marco Phoenix!" The courier says to the receptionist.

"Oi! Marco! Wait come back!" She yelled. You walk back to the receptionist and the courier asked again.

"Are you Marco Phoenix?"

"Yes Yoi"

"Okay sign here and theres a note on the side" you sign as he hands you the box as all the lady nurses goo ouuu and flock to you. The courier leaves.

"Well read it Marco we dont got all day" the receptionist says. You open the note that read

"Thank you for being so incredibly sweet to me. Since we missed valentine's day kinda. I thought id get you something today boyfriend XOXO

-(N)~" a blush creeps up on your face, not what you were expecting from her.

"Thats why youve been in an extra good mood Marco?"

"You finally went for someone how romantic" you shh them gently and smile. The excitement dies down, but you know everyone is happy for you and that the gossip will spread around the whole hospital in ten minutes. Smiling wide you check the contents which consists of a melted cheese and roast beef sandwich, then the next layer was tiny deserts and pastries that were all pineapple flavored. First starting with the sandwich which was fresh and warm unlike the cafeteria food. After that you took a bite out of everything else smiling wide.

'(N) has good taste. I was not expecting this at all.' You think as your break is now over you tell the receptionist to save the box for you as you clock back in.

~(N) POV~

Finally done working smile on your face. You hear loud familiar footsteps as you grab your bag everything all ready in it. Then Shizu says

"Hey didnt you dump him?" Looking up seeing an angry

Law in a black leather jacket with a band shirt and ripped black and yellow print jeans of his bands logo.

"Yea I did! Call security Shizu!" Law grabs your arm forcefully and leads you downstairs

"I need to talk with you now!" Law yells you protesting the whole way.

"We have nothing to talk about I dumped your ass!" You yell back.

"What you did with Marco is inexcusable. Remember your mine and no one elses!" Law drags you to the entrance of the building. Shizu called security but that had ran up stairs you bet Shizu was telling them to go downstairs now. Still hanging on to your arm you try and shake free.

"Dont make me hurt you (N)! Talk to me!" then he pulls out his knife as you shake free you hear

"(N)!" Putting your hands up instinctively you glanced back at Marco and felt a sharp sting.

"Marco!!" He was running full speed as soon as he got there Law dropped the knife saying

"What have I done?! (N) youll forgive me right? Please say youll forgive me? It was just instinct... your mine only mine

...." Then he runs for it to his motorcycle and drives off.

Your attention is finally directed at the pain.

"(N) snap out of it whats wro-" Marco yells then sees your looking at your right hand that had been sliced open.

"My ..... blood" you say as you pass out. Once you wake up the police are waiting for you and so is Marco. As you recall what had happened the police are trying to get your attention.

"Huh? Sorry I was just remembering what happened."

Can you tell us what happened miss (n)?" You tell them everything then they use a device to scan fingerprints on the knife right then and there.

"So the perpetrator is Trafalgar Law?" The police confirm.

"Yes he also has a key to my apartment and ransacked it last night" you say.

"We will put in a restraining order to a judge."

"Well we cant do anything until theirs a perpetrator or an inccident. But since this is assault we will keep more patrols until we can detain him. We recommend change your lock as soon as possible. Do you have anywhere else to stay while the lock is being changed? Were making a police report now. Whats your address? Well have extra patrol there. You should thank your boyfriend for bringing you here it says in the report you suffer with passing out seeing your own blood?" The police said and you nod. Marco showed them a picture.

"This is the damage Ill send the photo to you sir Yoi"

"Shell be staying at my place from now on Yoi" you look at Marco theres so much blood on his doctor's coat it makes you feel woozy. Looking away at the officers.

"My address is(----) apartment (-) and im working on everything"

"Allright that should do it for here. Were going to your work to give them a description of Trafalgar Law to keep you safe miss (n)."

"Thank you for everything officers" you say as they leave.

"Hes even more deranged that I originally thought... Yoi" you hear Marco take a seat were the officers just were on your left, the privacy curtain closed.

"Im sorry ... Marco..." you start to tear up.

"No no it is NOT your fault this psycho stalker wont leave you alone Yoi" he holds your left hand warming it up.

"Sorry for making you come back to work" you joke as he smiles at your joke.

"Its no problem dear Yoi"

"When can I leave he just cut my hand" you question your boyfriend.

"Well its not just a cut I had to give you six stiches the gash was deep almost hit an artery Yoi" Marco says

"But since your fine now I did a good job ill get you discharged Yoi" within five minutes he came back and undid all your IVs and cords gently turning off the machines.

"Allright lets go my sweet (n) Yoi" you hear then see him walk in to your curtain room. You slide you legs off the med bed and see your bag on the table you crossed it against your body gently then walked out assuming Marco checked you in here and used your medical card and ID. Once outside. You sigh.

"Whats wrong (n)? Yoi" Marco asks.

"Its my life Marco its like a rollarcoaster right now and I cant do anything but be helpless." He walked over to your left side and held your hand.

"People cant controll other people dear Yoi" Once facing your apartment you put the key in and turn it opening the door slowly as Marco says.

"Were gonna grab all your clothes, shoes, shorts etc, and all your necessities just in case. I have plenty of room for a second person. Yoi" he smiles at you.

"Oh thats right you have the upgraded suite room." You say softly. You knew he was just trying to comfort you so you smile back.

"Thank you Marco ..... I know this is really fast...."

"Dont worry about it its my job to help others. And who would I be if I didnt help my own girlfriend? Yoi" he says smiling while he mainly grabs your things cause you only have one working hand. Marco propped his door and your door open so its easier to move between rooms.

"I guess im so used to thinking im a burden." You say mainly to yourself but Marco hears you. Goes up to you and hugs you embracing you.

"You are never a burden Yoi" Which made the tears overflow as you held him with your left hand you just cry until you cant anymore. He kisses your forehead as you both release eachother

"Here go inside relax, ill get just get your stuff this is left right?Yoi"

"Yea just those,... thank you for helping me I mean" you raise your right hand and chuckle.

"I understand Yoi" he half smiles as you go sit on his couch. After the last of your stuff was put in his bedroom you could hear him close both doors, you looked at all your stuff.

"Wow I really dont have alot." You say coyly.

"Well makes it easier too I need to put my coat and scrubs in the wash separately dont want to scare anyone. Listen (n) im gonna take a day off of work tomorrow. I suggest you do the same so we can talk to the landlord given the situation. Yoi" he says as you nod in agreement. He undressed making you blush again that hes your man. He changed into shorts and a tshirt. You tried to change as well but need his help, finally you got changed in pjs. As you grab your phone you see thirty five new missed calls and fourty three new messages, you go to delete all, then block this number. Marco hovering behind you.

"Goodgirl you dont need to be seeing all of that. Yoi" Sighing a breath of relief you allready have everyone you need in your contacts including Marco even all the police numbers. You call your work

"This is (N) (L) im just calling to say I need a day off work tomorrow. I have to deal with some things." You say politely.

"All right I have you checked off your all good to go. Have a good rest of your afternoon (N)"

"You too thanks bye" you end the call and hear Marco on the phone.

"I need tomorrow off Yoi"

"Okay great thank you again see you when I get back okay bye now Yoi" he ends his call. You look at your phone clock.

"Its only seven pm!?" You yell into the bedroom pillow as you feel a warm hand on your back rubbing your back.

"Its going to be okay my sweet (n) Yoi" Marcos coos to you and kisses your head.

"Come on are you hungry? Yoi" he asks as he goes on his phone looking at Fastgrub. You get off the pillow and stand up saying

"Im starving all I ate were those chocolates hehe they were so good though!" You raise your arms but then go

"Ahh owe!" And put your hands back down. Marco dissapears for a minute then returns with two pills and a glass of water. He hands you the pills first then the water as you gulp them down he takes the water to the kitchen as you follow opening the fridge to barely any food.

"You know for being a doctor you should eat better." You say cockily pulling out a lone pineapple asking Marco.

"Why is he all alone Marco?? Did you ever think about his feelings? Hahaha" you laugh which make Marco laugh as well with a smile on his face. You put the pineapple back in the fridge closing it.

"Okay okay ill go grocery shopping tomorrow I swearrr. Haha but what do you want to eat now? Sweetie Yoi"

"A Chipotle bowl but no beans I hate beans" you reply.

"What a coincidence I hate beans too. Then its decided Yoi" he put both your orders in for delivery.

"Estimated time thirty minutes Yoi" he says and you cheer saying.

"Thank you so much Marco your an angel you have done more than anyone has for me my whole life"

"Awe my sweet thats sad to know. You deserve the world and more come here Yoi" he motions for you to sit on him patting his lap. As you sit on him soft lips meet your as you both make out nipping eachothers tounges then breaking for air.

"I will never get tired of anything we do Yoi" he says as he carefully hugs you. Marco gets up after a good warm hug and gets two glasses he fills one with his water filter and pours one with wine then comes over and sets the water on your side and the wine on his side. You look quizzically at him wondering

"So tell me why do doctors say dont drink alcohol after a big wound?"

"Well its because alchohol opens veins and arteries making the wound bleed more, and heal less Yoi" he skillfully explains in a way you can understand.

"Ahh I never knew that. One time I overheard a couple say once they got out of the hospital they were gonna tear up bar hopping. I always wonder what happened to them." You take a gulp of water and chat with Marco until his phone rings sweet chimes.

"Thats dinner ill be right back dear Yoi" he gets up, walks through the door with a click.

"Oh Marco you forgot your key silly man" you dug through his scrubs and found the key and put it on his nightstand.

"I forgot I can just open the door duh" Then you hear a gentle *knock knock* you rush to the door and open it with your left arm. He opens the door and you both go sit on the couch. He brings out and places the food on the table. You struggle to open the lid on your bowl and Marco notices.

"Here my sweet Yoi" he pops off the lid and unwraps your utensils.

"Can you eat like that? I know your right hand dominant. Yoi" he asks.

"Actually im ambidextrous so that means I wont loose my job yay!" Your dark humor amuses him, him chuckling before eating his burrito. He turns on the tv it flashes to the news while sipping his wine.

<Wanted persons:----, ---, ----, --,Trafalgar Law, ---, ----, ----.......> Marco immediately turned the channel to a romance movie that just started. Once done eating he put everything in the trash. He patted his stomach.

"I couldnt eat another bite Yoi" he chuckles as you reply.

"Looks like we both have food babies going on. Haha" you laugh as he drags you onto his lap.

"While on the topic what is your view on having children? Yoi" he quizzically asks. You taken aback somewhat you respond.

"I would like a child or two its just im terrified of child birth what about you Marco?" You ask.

"Same one or two and id be scared too poping a child out haha Yoi" he chuckles then changes the subject.

"So how did you like your surprise at work today? Yoi" Marco asks all giddy with a smile. As you look up to him you reply

"Ohh Everyone flocked to me about the note. I gave each lady a rose and obviously ate the chocolates they were sooo yummy thank you Marco!" You had turned to you left so you could hug him he embraced you in a full hug.

"Did you get your surprise??" You wondered as he retorts.

"Why yes I did, right on my break too! Everyone flocked me too. Everything was so delicious apart from the cafeteria food Yoi" he beams at you making you blush and smile wide. You just lean into him now both of you are invested in the movie. Once the movie finishes your asleep leaning on his chest.

"(N) heyy beautifullll Yoi" Marco tries to wake you to go to the bed but he slides out from under you and picks you up gently heading to the bedroom he pulls the covers back and lays you in bed so your right hand is resting, while he goes and turns off all the lights and TV. Then he slides in the other way on the bed, turning both your phones on silent then cuddles you intertwining his legs with yours.

~The Next Morning~

You awoke with Marco cuddling you legs intertwined and everything. You remembered what happened yesterday as it all came rushing back. You look to your hand

'Law actually hurt me physically this time. Its always been mentally before I think that one night sex over the phone made him crack' you think as Marco stirs. Him opening an eye looking at you smiling wide.

"Up allready I see, my precious girlfriend (N) Yoi" he says as he kisses your cheek. You roll over towards him untangling your legs but have them rubbing his as you give him a kiss on his lips melting into him and eventually needing air.

"What was that for? Yoi" he questions your passion.

"Im warming up more to our situation." You reply as he smiles wide and you tussle his hair.

"Feels nice babe Yoi" he softly says. Soon you both get up get dressed, he helps you again, do all the necessities then grab both your keys and your bag then head to the landlords office *knock knock*

"Come in" a voice says. Marco opened the door and let you through then he entered.

"Ahh Marco its so nice to see you although that means something is wrong." The landlord says sitting down as you both sit in the double chairs.

"My goodness what happened to your hand (n)?" LL asks.

"About that... Yoi"

"She has a crazy stalker ex who made a key to her apartment ransacked it then cut her hand wide open. We were wondering how long it would take to change the lock on her apartment? Yoi" Marco asks while the LL sighs.

"Unfortunately..... our handiman left due to the pandemic ... soo finding a handiman has been difficult we havent had one since the pandemic and I dont for see us having one this year unfortunately. Does she have somewhere else to stay?" LL asks, Marco says

"Shell just have to stay with me. I think its time to brake her lease and well clean out the apartment. What do you think (n)? Yoi" Marco interjects.

"... are you okay with me moving in so fast?" You question.

"Of course weve known eachother going on four years, now I dont mind at all dear Yoi" Marco smiles at you.

"Then id like to break my lease how much would that cost?" You ask.

"It would cost 200,000¥ since you just renewed your lease last month for the two years." LL says. Your face is in shock then you say.

"I can transfer the funds now"

"Excellent" LL says while getting out his phone and you get yours out. Marco noticed your reaction earlier but says nothing as it is your apartment. Using an app you transfer the funds.

"Transaction complete you have thirty days to move everything out. Is that all?" LL asks.

"Yes thats all thank you LL Yoi" Marco says as he stands and you follow him standing then exiting the office.

"Well that could have gone better Yoi" marco says in a deeper voice. You stop Marco down the hallway.

"Marco why did you say I could stay with you from now on? Thats too generous!" You talk loudly. He sighs.

"It means I can protect you more, and if it bugs you so much then just pay half the rent it should equal out to your old apartment. Yoi" Marco says softly to you. As he continues walking to now your and his apartment. He unlocks the door and you follow in. Plopping down on the couch you tear up holding your face in your hands.

"Hey wanna talk about it (n)? Yoi" Marco sat on your left with his right arm over your shoulder rubbing your arm.

You let go of your hands showing the tears.

"I was saving up for years. And because of just a month I lost all that money. Im not broke but I just feel defeated...." he pulls you into a hug and coos

"(N) dont worry im right here ill help you out Yoi" Marco coos and kisses your head.

"I just wish I wasnt scared..." you sigh

"Soon you wont be, theyll cetch Law I promise Yoi" Marco comforts you. After a soild minute you move and he releases you.

"Hang on sweetie let me make a call Yoi" Marco says sweetly. He goes into his room and makes a call

"Hello this is Marco Phoenix I need your services today as soon as possible. Yoi" -----------

"A rush fee is fine it just has to be today Yoi"

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"Cleaning out an apartment Yoi"

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"Ill pay you in advance Yoi"

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"Allright ill see you at ten am allright see you soon Yoi"

--- *Click* you hear Marco walk back into the living room where hes smiling at you as you stand up. He goes up to you and pets your head.

"Who'd you call handsome?" You quizzically asked.

"Oh its the clean up service their coming at ten am so lets go check your old apartment for anything you want to keep Yoi" Marco says and you nod grabbing your key following Marco to your door. You unlock your old apartment and turn on the light. You look at Marco and his eyes widen slightly then back to normal. You and him walk through and let the door close.

"Looking around the only things I want are my purses and bags." Marco grabs them then frowns deeply showing you the gaint cuts on the back of them.

"Agh!!!" You stomp your foot tears welling up you shout.

"Now I have to check my clothes and everything. Cause I had left everything that night in my apartment when he broke in and ransacked it. He still had the knife on him!" You say crying as your boyfriend came to your front leaned down and hugged you rubbing your back as you cried away all your tears.

"Itll be okay dear. You can always get new things.. I know maybe those had sentimental vaule to them but leave the horrible things in the past Yoi" Marco explains as he leads you out of the room stepping over the carnage into your shared apartment. He led you to the couch and sat you down then put on Sixteen Candles. Through your drying tears you ask

"You like chick flicks?"

"Yea and romance TV shows and movies Yoi" he replies

"Thats just so cute" you say cetching him off gaurd making him blush. Marcos phone started to *ring* so he picks up.

"Hello Marco Phoenix we have arrived."

"Okay good ill be right out Yoi" Marco ends the call then says to you.

"Its allready ten am wow time flies when im with you Yoi" he says and winks at you making you giggle.

"Ill be right back sweetheart Yoi" you hear him say and you nod in agreement. Once you hear the *click* of the door and hes out greeting the trash employees you grab the huge blanket and swirl yourself like a coiled snake so only your head popped out. Eventually you sunk ina little to the blanket and fell asleep.

~Time Passes~

A *click* then enters Marco. Your semi conscious just chillin.

"Awe my precious baby is so cute Yoi" You hear your handsome boyfriend say as he went into the bathroom then you slowly wake up.

"HmmMm Marco?" You mumble.

"Marco?" You heard him washing his hands then come into the living room with his phone on you then *click*

"Did you just take a picture of me?" You question.

"Yea babe your just so cute and bam look it Yoi" he shows you his lock screen.

"Its me on your phone.... why?"

"Its what couples do my sweet. They usually have their sweetheart as their backgrounds Yoi" Your boyfriend explains.

"Oh... ive never been on someones background before" you finish saying and he goes up to you leans down to eye level and says

"Well you better get used to it cutie cause I like taking pictures, now especially with you. Yoi"

"Marco my hand really hurts.."

"Awe allright dear hang on Yoi"

He replies while getting pills and a glass of water. You wiggle out of the blanket as he gives you two pills then the water which you swallow.

"What are these pills?"

"Its a heavy dose of ibuprofen. What'd you think ive been giving you? Silly! I am a doctor you know. Not a drug dealer Yoi" you shrug and say

"I know that besides that was my ex anyways" Marcos eyebrow raises then it falls.

Five Months Later

Your hand is healed now thanks to Marco taking care of you. You and him caught yourselves almost saying I love you but didnt. Turns out none of your clothes were ripped or sliced up. Your boyfriend loves taking you out on dates and taking pictures of you and him. You both know you love eachother but cant seem to say it. You both have a thriving sex life which puts a smile on both of your faces every time. You were granted the restraining order during the first month with Marco.

You got a call from the police to come in, that they captured Law. So Marco and you took a day off to go to the police station. Once in the room where each guy has a number you recognize Law.

"Number four Trafalgar Law"

"Your sure miss?"

"Yes im sure!" You snip and cross your arms

"Allright Number Four "

~At The Police Desk For The Case~

"Would you like to press charges miss? You would have to get a lawyer depending on the case it could run you anywhere from 60,000¥-100,000¥" the police man says. You deep sigh.

"I cant I dont hav-" Marco cut you off.

"She will press charges please start the process now Yoi"

You tug on his shirt as he bends down to ear level with you.

"Marco I dont have the money"

"Thats okay dear Ill cover it Yoi" you just looked shocked as he stood up again and finished the report with the policeman. Once done he held your hand out of the station while calling someone.

"Hey Phoenix Wright buddy remember that one time ,-----, yea im gonna need your help and well call it even,----------, Okay I know your busy, have a good day allright bye then Yoi"

"You know Phoenix Wright??!" You blurt out. Marco just smiles down at you in a loving way.

"Yes he had an allergic reaction and im the one who saved him at the hospital. He said he owed me so I called in a favor Yoi" your mouth was agape so he used his index finger to close your mouth.

"Anyways my love where should we go for a date this time Yoi?" He questions.

"Ou how about some PHO handsome?"

"Oh havent been there in a while okay lets go my darling! Yoi"

Eight Months Later

The court date was established. You really didnt want to see Laws face again but you put on your big girl panties since you and Marco took a day off work for this.

"The court recognizes the defendant Trafalgar Law. Trafalgar Law chooses to represent himself. Motion allowed"

"The plaintiff (N) (L) has Phoenix Wright as her attorney and Lawyer.

After a lot of things you didnt understand you had to testify. Which you did to the best of your ability not looking at Law once, and to the plan that Wright had said to you. After you it was Laws turn to be cross examined. Marco held your left hand as the proceedings went on.

"I didnt do it!" Law yelled.

"Objection!!! Then why was your fresh finger print on the assault weapon with (N) blood on it?" Wright says calm and collected.

"I uhh dont..... know..." Was all Law said. After everything was said and done. They took Law in orange and shackles and handcuffs away.

"He gets to serve twelve years in prison for what he did plus the drug charges thats the best I could do Marco and (N). I must go, busy, busy all the time. Now were even Marco Phoenix and with that good day folks." Wright leaves. Once outside Marco picked you up twirling you around then setting you down.

"(N) I love you Yoi" you eyes widened but before you could respond you feel his sweet lips on yours as you both kissed then broke apart. Smiling wide you reply

"I love you Marco!" Which makes you both blush.

~Your Guys First Year Anniversary Valentine's Day~

You and Marco are a happy couple and treat eachother so good. He had an extra key made for you. Today is your one year anniversary! So you secretly took the day off making an excuse to Marco that Shizu your girl friend took today off too. That your going out with her to help with her shopping.

"Girl you better look at this!" Shizu semi yells trying to get your attention. You finally tear your eyes away from the panty section to go to the Lingerie section looking at what she was pointing too a kawaii skimpy all black pvc maid out fit with the sides cut out having ribbons that tie around the waist with a hole in the crotch, it had short sleeves, white thigh high stockings with bows in the front with a mini apron with white lace, with a white lace choker headband, and white lace eye covering.

"Thats so kaawaaiii"

"This is the one!" you reply taking it up to the front counter.

"That will come too 7070.43¥ miss" the nice cashier lady says as you scan your card.

"Thank you miss. Have a good Valentine's"

"Thank you. You as well" you smile. As Shizu was walking near the window you spot your boyfriend.

'Hes ......supposed to be at work! I gotta get Shizu we have to get out of here!' You think as you crouch slightly going around and grabbing Shizus hand handing her the bag whispering.

"Pretend you have a boyfriend and that were shopping for you, thats what I told Marco I was doing today. And hes here look" you point hiding with Shizu as he walked in to the same store. One of the staff noticed what you two were doing and quickly went to serve Marco turning his back to you both. You both hurry out of the store standing now. You both giggle.

"That was soo close (N) haha" Shizu says laughing then saying.

"Wasnt he supposed to be at work?"

"Yea but I just realized he pretended to go to work then directly called out at the desk. I saw him leave with his doctors coat. But I guess he could have just waited till I was gone to call in. Wait you dont think hes gonna buy lingerie do you?" Shizu looks at you shocked.

"I dont know maybe he is but you just bought this."

"Wait okay Shizu how about this? If he gets me lingerie then ill save this for you" you say.

"No no save it for a different night I insist" and you nod.

"Okay What do you think a watch? A ring? Is it too soon for a ring? No ill get both lets go Shizu!" You hook your arm through hers and walk to the mens department.

"What do you think Shizu? Its between this white gold or black? Hes a doctor soo?"

"Go with the white gold watch" she says as you smile and thank her. You checkout.

"This is a popular expensive watch, hes a lucky man. Thatll be 70704.25¥." You scan your card.

"Thank you miss have a good Valentine's" the cashier says. Grabbing Shizu's hand you dragged her to the ring department. You dug out one of Marcos rings from your bag.

"Excuse me sir could I look at the rings that are sized to this ring?" You ask and the cashier says

"Of course miss"

"How do you even know if that ring fits his ring finger?" Shizu wondered.

"Welllll when he fell asleep I would try on different rings on him carefully until I figured out this one fits his ring finger" you say to Shizu as the cashier pulled out the right sized rings.

"Wow (n) you sound crazy but thats what I love about you hehe" Shizu says giggling.

"Sir what are the price ranges?" You ask as he told you until you found a sapphire ring with a gold feather on it.

"How much is this one?" You ask the man.

"That one is 84845.10¥ miss"

"(N) are you crazy? Thats so expensive for an engagement ring!" Shizu batted your arm.

"Yea but he totally deserves it hes treated me so well"

"Well its up too you (N)" Shizu says shrugging.

"Ill take that ring sir"

"An excellent choice miss that will be 84845.10¥" the man says as you swipe your card.

"Thank you miss here are you box and bag"

"Thank you so much sir"

"Have a good valentine's"

"You too sir" walking out of the store you spy a Boba open shop.

"Lets go there Shizu im thirsty how about you?" You say excitedly she sighs and says

"Yea I guess im thirsty" she agrees. Once you have your boba Shizu says.

"Girl I totally wore the wrong shoes for today im so sorry but after this I have to go home"

"Oh my gosh you should have told me here I have some band aids until you get home" you handed over two bandaids and she put them on.

"Ahh! Thank you girlie I can make it home now. Im done now I better go. You good getting home?" She asks.

"Ya ill be good I think dont worry about me go on feel better take a bath" you tell her and she nods handing you the bags and she left. You exited the shopping center and call a taxi then head home. You get a text in the cab.

Marco< Hows your shopping going>

(N)< Shizu had to leave so im headed home now>

Marco< Did things go okay what happened?>

(N)< She wore the wrong shoes which cut her ankles. I gave her bandaids shes heading home now too.>

Marco< Well I hope shell be okay when are you getting home?>

(N)< In about thirty minutes. Were stuck in heavy traffic.>

Marco< Okay just be safe for me I love you (n)>

(N)< Awee I love you too♡♡♡>

Marco< I have to go now see you soon.

(N)< okay see you soon handsome>

*click*

~After Thirty Minutes~

"Were here miss" the cab driver announces.

"Thank you here you are" you handed him the money with a tip and got out of the taxi with your bags. Heading inside you call out for your boyfriend.

"Marco?!"

"Ahh good he isnt here" you walk into the bedroom and take the items out of the bags and slide them under the bed far enough so he cant see anything. Then go to the bathroom throw away the bags then blow your nose and use extra toilet paper to cover the bags so there well hidden.

"Okay most expensive items check! Now to go get desert!" You exclaim. You check the clock its four thirty.

'I bet I can hurry and get the deserts quickly before he gets off. He probably went shopping then went back to work. He probably took a half day'

~You Went Got The Deserts And Came Back Home~

Checking the clock its four fifty.

'I have to find a place to hide it ahh!!! The empty fridge!' So you put the brita filter water container out on the counter gets a glass out and pours just the smallest amount of water in your glass. Then your phone rings and you jump hurrying to answer it.

"Hello?" You say.

"Hey darling im out, heading home now Yoi" You hear Marco say.

"Okay love see you soon my love" you say with kissy noises imagining him blushing. *click*

You wait for the *click* of the door once you hear it you pour the water as he comes in. You turn around and see him in his doctors coat and scrubs.

"Marco!!! My lover!!!" You yell hugging him quickly.

"Woah someone missed me Yoi" he says patting your head smiling wide.

"Please let me go change dear Yoi" Marco says softly caressing your head. You let go of him and went to grab your water then sat on the couch when Marco went into the bedroom. You turned on the TV and changed it to Hellraiser the first movie. Once Marco was done he changed into a nice white shirt tucked in and black slacks.

"Why dont you take a nice shower after being out all day? Yoi" Marco says softly as you blush at him.

"Yea I am hot" you stand and walk around where Marco is.

"Oh yes you are Yoi" Marco says and slaps your ass making you slightly gasp/moan to which he chuckles. You give him a look back up through the bedroom door and close the door quickly getting your lingerie. Putting it into the bathroom then opening then bedroom door slightly as you close the bathroom door loud enough for Marco to hear. While taking a shower you had your hair up, yesterday you made sure to shave so your super smooth. After fifteen minutes you dry off and put the towel back up then lotion up everywhere let dry for ten minutes. Then you start putting on the lingerie which took ten more minutes once ready you slip to the back of the bedroom door. Seeing red rode petals going from the bed to the living room, peeking into the living room. Then closing the door to the bedroom door.

'Thank god hes set up allready' you think to yourself. As you grab the watch box you double check it yup its the watch then rebowed it. Then you hid it behind yourself as you slowly open the bedroom door as you reveal your self.

"Master Marco I have arrived~" you seductively say.

"Stay right there sweetheart" Marco gets his phone and *click* takes a picture of you, making you giggle. You saw a gaint bouquet of roses and boxes of chocolates you assume are truffles. You saw many red candles a lit with the lights and TV off. With rose petals leading from the bed to the couch. With two wine glasses on the table.

"I had to get a picture of you your so gorgeous Yoi" Marco says. As he pats the seat next to him you go round and get on your knees in front of and say.

"Master I got you this~" you present him the box. He takes it and says.

"Sit next to me I want to cuddle you Yoi" Marco says to you.

"Yes masterr~~" you say as you bent your knees on the couch sitting close enough to wiggle your head to lay on his chest as he unwraps the red bow on the box. Then slides the top off. He gasps.

"Wow! (N) you didnt spend so much on me did you? Yoi" he looks at you.

"Is it a bad gift master?" You whine

"No not at all ive actually been eyeing this specific watch for the longest time. But kept forgetting to get it. Thank you so much (N)! My sweet woman! Yoi" he says putting it on with a *click*

"Perfect fit! Yoi" he smiles super wide at you embracing you in a passionate kiss tounges flicking swirling as you gently clutch his shirt. After breaking for air huffing a little he says

"Time for my present dear please stand Yoi" you obey. He pulls out a small box and gets down on one knee.

"(N) (L) will you do me the honor and become my wife (N) Phoenix? Yoi" he opens the box to reveal a beautiful sapphire heart ring. Your speechless but manage to say.

"Ah uh Yes Yes! Of course!" He chuckles as he gently slips on the ring on your ring finger. You smile happily and giggle holding his hands to help him up then hugging his around his abs as he hugs you close.

"Im so happy you said yes! I was worried I might have been going to fast Yoi" Marco admits.

"I love you so much Marco of course id say yes"

"Oh wait here!" You say as you run into the bedroom then bend down and grab the ring box. Then you run back into the living room where Marcos standing. You kneel on one knee on the couch since his so tall and say.

"Will you Marco Phoenix do me the honor and be my handsome husband?" And you open the box and his eyes widen.

"(N) of course yes! Yoi!" You smile wide and slide on the ring.

"Its also a perfect fit haha Yoi" he smiles wide. You both sit down.

"Im gonna get some food coming Yoi" Marco picks up his phone. He texts on Fastgrub.

"Okay we have thirty minutes with a rush order since its Valentine's Day. But for now want to sip some wine and taste some chocolates? Yoi"

"Ouu wait I forgot!" You get up and go to the fridge grabbing the medium sized box.

"Hmm? Yoi" It seems it caught Marcos attention.

"Here honey check it out" you say, undoing the top to show him all the pieces. His eyes light up.

"Awee your so sweet (n). Lets turn on the TV and try some sweets Yoi"

~Half An Hour Later~

*ring ring* Marcos phone went off and he checks it.

"Foods here ill be right back my dear fiance Yoi"

"Okay Master~" then he dissapeared for a couple minutes then *knock knock* you open the door as Marco is holding the food.

"Welcome home Master~" You say as Marco chuckles and puts the food on the kichen counter packing up the sweets and moving them to the counter. He frees up space on the glass table then sets down a sushi platter.

"Master! Isnt that a lot of food!!" You say semi loud. Chuckling he says

"We can eat it over the next few days cant we? Yoi"

"Oh right hehe~" He goes and sits on your right side of the couch.

"Would you like me to feed you master?" You say cutely looking at his gorgeous eyes as you now lay your head on his crotch looking up at him. You could feel his cock twitch in his pants.

"Why yes my maid, id like that very much Yoi" he says with a wide smile on his face. You sit up cuddling his side. You grabbed the chop sticks and skillfully pick up the pineapple sushi and gently feeds Marco.

"Mmhmm" Marco sounds. Then you grabbed a tuna one and ate it then repeat until you both were full. After you clean up and put everything away for your master. You both lay down. You on top of him squirming around starting to feel his bulge.

"What is my maid doing to me? Im gonna have to punish you. Yoi"

"Ouuhhhoo yes Master please~" you say seductively.

"Ouu someones asking for it? Yoi" Your lover teases you. You go up to his neck and start kissing him all over slowly unbuttoning his shirt feeling his heart beat rise as you nip at his ear making him shiver. You kiss all down his chest and abs as you unbutton his shirt.

"Ahh feels good my maid Yoi"

"I aim to please my master~" you say unbuttoning his last button of his shirt. You first lay your head right by the hemline of his pants, then you breath while kissing right above his hemline making him shiver and grunt/moan softly. You lick horizontally with his hemline on his skin then you unbutton his pants and slowly slide the zipper down as you feel his bulge harden. Then you feel your self being picked up and walked into the bedroom. Marco set you on the bed while he slipped off his shirt and pants. You slid off the bed and made him stand right in front of you. You slide down his boxers and look up at him making eye contact.

"I must please my master~" he watches you intently. Not breaking eye contact you lick his tip then suck his tip into your mouth as he gasps softly. You swirl your tounge around his tip causeing slight moans to come out of him.

"Feels good my maid. Yoi" you use your two hands to pump slowly as you play with his cock in your mouth precum coming out as you suck it up then pump a bit quicker while going deeper with your mouth eventually your deep throating him after while massaging his balls with your hand. Him moaning

"Aghh! (N)!! My maid! Yoi!" Him gripping and leaning on the bed

Going faster Marco moans out

"(N) Your going to make me cum!! Im so close are you gonna- Yoi"

"Ah!! Im cumming! (N)!!!!" Marco yells as you keep pumping through his high as hes gripping the sheets. Once you think his high has passed you start going slower then swllow everything. Your lips departing from his cock you give his tip a kiss then stand up next to Marco wipe your lips asking.

"Is my master okay??" You ask innocently giving a innocent look to him as he picks you up and lays you properly on the bed hopping up.

"Turn over on all fours Yoi" you obey Marco as he is master. He uses his fingers to check your wetness and you thank god theres a hold for you pussy in this get up.

"My my maid you really want your master dont you? Your dripping wet. Since you were such a good girl ill reward you Yoi." Marco says seductively in your ear making you shiver. He places his cock at your entrance sliding up and down simulating you clit all ready hard again.

"Ohh Master! I need you!" You moan out lewdly. He shoves the tip in making you gasp and moan

"Marco~~please fill me up master" you huff in heat while he slowly thrusts in and out stretching you out. After a minute hes allready almost all the way in.

"Ou!!! ahh!!! Marco!!! Master please!! Yoi" you cry out.

"Patience my maid I dont want to rip you Yoi" Marco says while moaning himself.

'He did just cum he probably needs to build up again' you think to yourself. As he thrusts a little harder finally reaching your cervix

"Ahhh!!!!! Marco!!!! Yes!!!" He started thrusting faster and harder hitting your g spot every time making you yell

"Yesss!!! Right there fuck!!! Mar-master!" He suddenly picked you up whole, so your pussy was pussy to cock deep inside you while he held up your thighs like a V crunched up as your arms and hands caressed his hair. He got off the bed and went to the wall mirror that doubled as a closet.

Whispering in your ear

"Now tell master who you belong to~Yoi" Marco says devilishly as he nibbles your ear.

"I belong to you Marco!!!" He thrusts and went the deepest ever.

"Almost Yoi" Marco huffs.

"I belong to Marco Phoenix!!!!!"

"Goodgirl are you ready? Yoi"

"*huff huff* im ready Master~" he starts thrusting fast and hard making you moan, making you look into his eyes through the gaint mirror. You could see and feel his long thick cock going in and out of you. He smiles in kindave a smirk as he goes faster and harder hitting you g spot so deep.

"Ahhh !!! Master im im gonna-"

"Hold on to it, im close too Yoi"

"Ahh!!! Ouu!! Yess!!! MarcooOOO!" You yell/moan with each thrust.

'Im trying to hold it but i dont know how exactly!' You think to yourself as your continuously moaning.

"My maid im about to cum get ready! Yoi" a few more hard ass thrusts deep and fast he says

"(N) im cuminggg ahhh yesss!!!!! Yoi"

"Im cumming Marco!!!" You nearly scream but yell instead since you have neighbors. Your cervix opens while your walls constrict on Marco's cock making him cream even more inside of you.

"(N) you feel so good everytime. Yoi" Marco says huffing

"And you feel so great every time too my love I wanted to treat you extra special tonight." Saying as you huff for air.

He continues to thrust as you both ride out your sex highs.

"Ahh yess!!" You say.

"Feels so good. Yoi" he says back. After a couple minutes he goes slower and slower until he stops. Huffing hard the both of you.

"Are you ready? Yoi" your lover asks and you nod him letting go of one of your thighs while grabbing your abdomen feeling his cock buried deep in you. Then he releases your other thigh and grabs your abdomen fully feeling his cock buried in you. As he holds you up he walks you both into the bathroom turning on the shower.

"Agh I allready had a shower now I have to take another one.

"Here Yoi" he grabs a wash cloth and slowly pulls out. Once out a bunch of cum came leaking out. He grabs a second wash cloth, he cleans you up more and you are finally put down so you can stand.

"When were you waiting to use that position?" You smirk looking back at him and he blushes.

"I read it in a book recently Yoi" your handsome man says and winks at you causing you to blush. While taking off your outfit and accessories you could feel more cum about to come out so you hurried to the shower and fell in one leg outside outfit still attached to your ankle. You felt gentle hands untangling you from the fabric then poked his head in the shower.

"Having fun Yoi?" You nod as his and your cum flows down the drain.

"Seems like it haha Yoi." He smiles wide then gets in the shower helping you up. You both clean eachother/making out mainly, then finish up and dry off. You go to the bed room closet pick some black panties and one of his oversized shirts on you. Then pop out of the closet and plop on the bed rolling around. You sit up seeing him in the closet and put on a shirt and shorts. Then Marco turns off all the lights in the apartment and slips into bed.

"Remember work, tomorrow set your alarm Yoi" he tells you. You set your alarm.

"Yes Master~~~" you set your alarm then put your phone on the charger on the nightstand. You coo as you kiss his stubble and his neck. He rolls over gently pinning you down kissing your jaw and neck. Making you squirm and softly moan. Then he releases you and says

"You can be such a tease Yoi"

"No im not I was ... simply expressing my love for my fiance.

"Well then thats different. Come here my fiance lets cuddle Yoi" you both pull the blankets up and intertwine your legs while he presents the crook of his neck as a pillow which you accepted. Then he wraps he turns towards you and embraces you.

"Its been a crazy year huh Marco?" You quizzically ask him.

"Hmmhm dont think about it just focus on me and you beautiful. I love you so much (n) Yoi"

"I love you so much too Marco"

"Happy anniversary and Valentine's Day, Goodnight my sweet woman Yoi"

"Happy Anniversary and Valentine's Day, Goodnight my sweet man" you both say as you both fall into unconsciousness in eachothers arms.

-Happy End-

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