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dreamylittlesugarcube · 2 years ago

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A Sweet Hurt

Genre: Baekhyun AU, EXO AU, Fluff

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Summary: You belatedly tell your boyfriend, Baekyun, who is away doing his military service, that you broke your leg while falling down the stairs and he insists on taking care of you over his military break.

A/N: Another Baek request! Thank you to the Anon who requested this adorable scenario! And I am so sorry to hear that you broke your leg. ❤️ I hope this brightens your day just a little bit!��️

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“Wait, so tell me again how it happened?”, your friend Eun demanded.

It felt like you’d re-lived this story over and over, again and again, in the past few days. It had been an average day at work and your boss had asked you to bring a box of materials down to the accounting department. You’d grabbed the box of materials from the closet and started the trek down the hall to the stairs.

If only the box hadn’t been so heavy, or so large, then maybe it wouldn’t have blocked your view…then you might have seen the “wet floor” sign before you descended down the stairs. It had taken only a second before you’d found yourself sprawled on the landing to the third floor, leg throbbing in pain, unable to move from shock.

“...and then my co-worker, Jaehyun, carried me to his car and drove me to the hospital, where I got THIS,” you finished, gesturing fluidly like a game show hostess to the bulky, white cast engulfing a good portion of your leg.

“Very sexy,” Eun chuckled, before turning serious. “Hey, I’m sorry this happened to you…if you need anything, just yell and I’ll be there.”

“Thanks, Eun. The doctor said it’s been enough time that I can bear some weight on it, but I’ll still probably take you up on that offer at some point. With me living on my own, I’m sure there’ll be a lightbulb that needs changing, groceries that need to be carried….maybe a leg that needs shaving,” you returned, half-joking, half-serious.

“Speaking of living alone–have you told Baekhyun about any of this–it’s been a while since this happened, right?” Eun skillfully directed the conversation to a place you’d been striving to avoid.

“Nope–don’t give me that look, Eun–you know how he is with stuff like this.” He worried way, way too much. You smiled, remembering the time he’d insisted you call in sick to work because you’d been stung by a bee and he hadn’t wanted you to “overexert yourself”. He’d also maintained the need for copious amounts of cuddling all day under the guise of “needing to take care of his baby”.

Most importantly, you didn’t want him to worry. Your boyfriend was away completing his compulsory military service, so you weren’t able to see him that often. You kept in constant contact via phone, well, as much as you could, with Baekhyun’s busy military schedule. He sent you little things from time to time–chocolates, flowers, food deliveries–so that he knew you were well-taken care of in his absence.

Time was running out, though. Baekhyun was due for a military leave very soon and you knew you’d have to tell him before he came home to find you hobbling around on crutches with no explanation.

“You better do it soon, that’s all I’m saying,” Eun advised, taking a sip from her coffee cup.

You nodded in agreement. Tonight. You promised yourself you’d do it tonight.

~*~

It was nighttime now, you were settled on the couch, your leg elevated per the doctor’s orders, nervously counting down the minutes until your nightly phone call with Baekhyun. Usually, you were bouncing off the walls with excitement, giddy to tell him all about your day, about how much you missed him. However, today you were apprehensive, knowing he’d be worried and probably angry–or worse–hurt that you didn’t tell him about something so important.

As soon as the clock read 7:00 PM, your phone rang, Baekhyun’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hello, love,” you answered as cheerfully as you could.

“Hey, baby. How’s my sweet girl doing today?” As smooth a talker as ever. Baekhyun’s words were warm, practically dripping with honey.

“Oh, fine, I guess–”

“Something the matter?” he interjected. The man was a little too perceptive for his own good.

“No, no, no, no, everything’s totally fine,” you lied through your teeth.

“Okay–”

“So, when are you coming home?” you interjected before he could ask more questions. “I know your break is coming up soon.” Chicken. You’re a chicken.

“Soon,” he replied simply.

Since when was Baekhyun so vague? He was generally over-communicative about his breaks–when they were, for how long, etc. – so you could plan out what you wanted to do during that precious, precious time.

“What do you mean ‘soon’? When is ‘soon’?” you tried to clarify.

“Just soon” was his only response. You could hear him huffing and puffing, as though he was exerting himself, along with the pitter patter of steps echoing in an open space.

“Are you going up stairs?” you wondered aloud.

“What? No–I’m not going up stairs–why would I be doing that?”, his voice higher-pitched this time–which often happened when he tried to lie.

“Seriously, Baek, where are–” you cut off at the sound of the door. Turning your head, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend walking to stand in front of you, carrying the largest bouquet of roses you’d ever seen.

“Surprise, baby!” Baekhyun smiled and held out the roses to you in a dramatic gesture, still breathing slightly heavily from his trek up the stairs. His eyes traveled over your body, taking you in like a thirsty man who’d just found water. When his gaze fell on your casted leg, his smile slowly disappeared, his eyes grew wide, and he grew oh so still.

“Babe, what happened to your leg?” Baekhyun questioned, his voice unusually soft. He set the flowers down on the table, moving to run his fingers gently down the plastered material.

“Baek–I was going to tell you–tonight, actually–but then you–,” you rushed to explain. “I didn’t want you to worry….please don’t be mad,” you said, feeling guilty. You waited with bated breath for his response.

He gingerly slid onto the couch next to you, burrowing his face in your neck, arms encircling your middle.

“Love, I’m not mad, okay? I’m just worried. My sweet baby’s broken and I didn’t know about it–and I couldn’t even be here to take care of you.” He placed a delicate kiss on your neck.

You told him all about the accident, assuring him you weren’t in any pain. He pouted when he heard about your struggles to get around, declaring himself “at your service” for the duration of his time home.

The next day, you woke up keenly aware of your boyfriend’s presence. Closing your eyes, you gently rubbed his back in small circles, basking in the feeling of having him in your arms again. Placing a kiss against his chest, you nuzzled him with your cheek, calmed by the steady beat of his heart.

Slowly coming awake, he hummed softly in his throat, a lazy smile gracing his perfect features.

“Good morning, love. What should we do today?” he wondered aloud. “I am at your disposal today.” He brushed your hair from your eyes, moving to cover your mouth with his own.

Sighing with contentment, you mentioned needing some things from the store. Like an eager puppy, Baekhyun left to do your bidding, returning an hour later with the groceries and a bakery box full of delicious treats from Paris Baguette.

“Ahhh”, Baekhyun coaxed, holding up your favorite strawberry mochi doughnut for you to take a bite. Taking the bait, you sank your teeth into the soft pastry, the taste of fresh strawberries hitting you like a fresh wind.

“Mmmmm”, you hummed your approval as you chewed. “A girl could get used to this.”

“Get used to what? Staying in bed all day? Delicious doughnuts? A devilishly handsome boyfriend?” Baekhyun teased you with an ease that you’d missed in his absence.

“All of the above,” you affirmed, stretching like a cat to relieve the tension in your shoulders.

~*~

Over the next week, Baekhyun was true to his word, practically waiting on you hand and foot. Well, as much as you would let him, that is. He *attempted* to cook you food, helped you to the bathroom, plastic-wrapped your cast before a shower, and brushed your hair when you were done. “Helping his baby”, he’d said, beaming with pride.

With Baekhyun’s leave coming to a close, you grew sad at the thought of not having him around everyday. Waking up in his arms in the morning, hearing him sing to himself while attempting to fry an egg, even the way he smacked his lips when he ate, you’d miss them all. On the morning of his departure, it was your turn to be clingy–finding any and every opportunity to touch him–a hug from behind, lacing his fingers through yours, sweet eskimo kisses.

With his bag packed, Baekyun stood in the living room, taking in the space one last time before his departure. From your vantage point on the couch, you could see him fidgeting with his hands, almost looking nervous. Perhaps he was nervous about leaving you alone to fend for yourself.

Coming to stand before you, Baekhyun cleared his throat.

“Baby, this week has been so wonderful. Taking care of you this week has really made me think about how important you are in my life. I know I have to leave, but it doesn’t feel right leaving you alone to fend for yourself.”

“Baek–”, you started to interject.

“No, love, it’s my job as your boyfriend to take care of you–which is why I’ve talked to my mother–she wants you to move in with her and my dad for a while while you recover.”

“But–”

“No ‘buts’, love. I want you to have the support you need to heal. It’ll be great–you’ll get fed–you know my mom’s a great cook–and she’ll help you get around. Though she is a *bit* miffed that you didn’t mention this to her prior to this.” He gave you a pointed look with that last sentence.

“Baekhyun, that sounds lovely–but it’s not appropriate for their son’s girlfriend to be staying in their home.”

“I know, I know, it wouldn’t be appropriate for my girlfriend to be staying there, but my fiancée staying there would be an entirely different matter.”

You froze as his words, lips suddenly immobile as his words soaked in. Baekhyun fiddled with something in his pocket, pulling out a black, velvet box. Getting down on one knee, he opened the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen. Heart in his eyes, he stared up at you.

“Baby, I love you so much–and I want to be your support, your protector, and your lover for the rest of my life. Marry me?”

Moving as fast as your casted leg would let you, you inelegantly threw your arms around his neck. Baekhyun steadied you, pulling you close in an intimate embrace.

“So, I’m assuming that’s a ‘yes’?”, he said, chuckling at your enthusiasm.

“Yes! A hundred times, yes!” You took his face between your hands, pulling it forward to smash your lips to his. After you both came up for air, Baekhyun slid the stunning, halo-cut ring on your finger. His hand lingered, enjoying the feel of his ring in its rightful place.

Baekhyun’s phone buzzed, indicating his ride back to base was here. You pulled him in for one more hug, memorizing his scent, hoping it would last until the next time he came home. He grabbed his bag and started towards the door, looking back to keep you in his gaze as long as possible.

“Goodbye, wife.” He grinned, clearly liking your new title.

“Goodbye, husband.” You returned his smile, heart fluttering. “What a week–doughnuts AND a proposal…and a fiancée who’s leaving me.” You jutted your lower lip out into a dramatic pout.

“My poor baby”, Baekhyun cooed, striding back to pull you in for one last hug. “Wait just a little longer, my love, then I’ll be at your service for life.”

~*~

Hello! Thank you for reading A Sweet Hurt! If you liked what you read, please consider liking, commenting and/or re-blogging so this content is easier for others to find. My requests are OPEN, so feel free to submit an ask if you have an idea! 😊

*Please note: I consulted https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/broken-leg/ for information about in order to write this story, as I am not a medical professional, nor am I knowledgeable about the treatment of broken legs. If you are in such a situation, please seek appropriate medical attention.*

XOXO, Emmy

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nix-writes-mcyt · 2 years ago

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Demon reader x demon impulse

Yes. I got quite carried away with this one I'll be honest. So it's a little longer than my usual fics, and maybe I'm a bit biased in saying it's one of my favourites.. I hope you enjoy it anon!

Forever

Oneshot Contains: Demon!Impulse, Demon!reader, Hinting At Death (loss), Fluff, Kisses, Tango Is A Menace, Magic -------------------------------------------

At first immortality was a gift. To live forever.

Over time you came to realise it is a curse. To live forever in exchange for losing anyone you care about.

Many many moons ago you swore not to love again. It took a long time for you to heal from the last time.

You told yourself you wouldn't allow room for love, no matter when or where, you wouldn't allow for your feelings to surface for another. You wouldn't allow yourself to get hurt again.

And for the longest time you didn't. You isolated yourself from the world.

When you came back out from your base deep underground things were different. People of all kinds had settled in your area.

For the first time in centuries you spoke to them, got to know them. Things weren't so lonely anymore.

They called themselves hermits, and now so do you. Unfortunately, alongside getting to know people you've developed feelings.

Impulse. From the moment you first saw him you've had some very strong feelings. Those same feelings you refuse to feel.

You've pushed them away, denied them, you can't feel the way you feel about him. You don't want to deal with the loss when his mortal life ends.

You sigh, coming back into the present moment as Tango calls your name. "What you thinking about?" He asks.

"Oh, not a lot, you know just life and loss." You shrug. "Life and loss?" Tango asks, you get the impression he doesn't quite understand.

Which of course he wouldn't. "Yes, do you know much about demons?" Tango nods. "I do, I do. I just so happen to know one quite well, although if you're getting at what I think you are well.. I guess that means I know two."

You raise your eyebrow, questioning him silently. "Yeah, no, Impulse is a demon."

Impulse. A demon. Like you.

Your mind races, thinking of your past experiences, thinking of when you told yourself you'd never allow yourself to fall for another.

Your stomach twists, heart aching as your true feelings surface.

"Y/n?" You blink a couple times, coming back to the moment. Tango, relieved to have your attention again, stops waving his hand in front of your face.

"Sorry, I just.. I didn't-" "You didn't know Impulse was a demon too?" You shake your head, feeling increasingly more nervous.

"I didn't think it was a big deal." Tango pauses, red eyes brightening as a smirk appears on his face. "Ooh." Tango chuckles at your confused expression. "I see."

"You see what?" You ask, now as confused as you are nervous. "You've got it bad for my buddy Impulse." He folds his arms over one another, smirk cocky and confident.

"Tango I-" He raises one hand, stopping you in your tracks. "Don't you think you've denied it long enough? You love him, I can see it in your eyes."

He's not wrong. Tango's eyes brighten further as his excitement grows, your feelings obvious.

You sigh, "you know what Tango, I was so scared to admit it, but you're right." You hear a firework sound in the distance, Tango snickering.

"I mean, you haven't properly admitted it yet." He nudges you with his elbow, raising his eyebrows You roll your eyes, letting out a small laugh.

"Are you serious?" Tango nods. "Of course I'm serious, look at this face." He does his best to straighten out his expression, but the large grin doesn't disappear.

You shake your head ever so slightly. "I'm in love with Impulse." You mutter. "Oh, come on, louder. Own it." Tango encourages. "Alright, fine. I'll own it. I am completely and utterly in love with Impulse."

Tango's eyes burn a bright red, brighter than you've ever seen. But you don't get to focus on that for long.

"You love me?" You turn your head, seeing Impulse standing not too far away. You look back over at Tango who shrugs, pulling out a rocket and shooting off into the sky without so much as a goodbye. Leaving you and Impulse alone.

He comes and sits beside you, slightly closer than Tango was. His body is turned toward yours, as yours was toward Tango.

Facing him after admitting your feelings out loud is nerve-wracking. It's also strange, to see him in the light you now do.

To know that he's a demon as well, he's likely experienced the loss you have.

"I should have come to you about this sooner, I just didn't know if you felt the same." Impulse says, chocolate brown eyes scanning your face for a reaction. A reaction he gets, your features softening when you realise what he's saying. He feels the same.

"I promised myself I wouldn't do this again, so much loss." You cast your eyes down. Impulse takes your hands in his, holding them tight.

Your skin feels electric where there's contact with his, you feel slightly dizzy but alert.

"Do you know what happens when two demons find love together?" He asks. You shake your head, that's never something you've seen. You've always been alone, if you have ever met another demon beside Impulse they've never made it obvious.

"It's rare it happens, demons don't always experience love, nor do most seek it out. I've read about it." "What did you read?" You ask, curious where he's taking this.

"When a bond is made something, I can't remember exactly what, in the universe shifts, the two demons becoming forever bound to one another. It seals with similar magic to contracts, and no one knows if it can be undone. At least that's what the book said anyway." His words are heavy, if he remembers right that's a lot to take in.

You lean forward into him, one of Impulse's arms wrapping around you, the other staying in your hand. You think in silence about his words, what they could mean.

They may not even be true, but if they are? "I understand if you don't want to take this any further. It's a risk." He says, voice soft, caring.

"Forever is a long time." You mumble. Impulse sits you back upright, lifting your head so he can look you in the eyes.

"Forever is a long time, yes, you're right. In all my years, my many many centuries, Y/n, I have never felt love like this. I have never admired anyone as I do you. Even still, if you choose not to, that's okay."

You take him in as he is now, honest, true to himself, to his feelings. He cares a lot, about everyone in his life.

He makes the most of the people he's surrounded by even though he knows one day they won't be there. That same loss that has plagued you, both of you your entire lives.

But you wouldn't lose Impulse. Even if what he said wasn't true and you weren't bound by some strange old magic, you wouldn't lose him. You'd have each other for eternity.

You love him, everything about him. Even pushing your feelings away you longed to be with him.

You understand what he said when he said he's never felt love like this, because neither have you. It's strange, stronger, it draws you to him. You want to be with him.

Filled with some strange feeling you stand, pulling Impulse up too. He furrows his eyebrows, unsure of what you're doing. You're sure he won't be after this.

"I already feel such a strong connection to you Impulse, I have for so long. I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame. I want to do this." You say. "You do?" He asks, eyes brightening as you reassure him with a nod.

He makes sure he has a hold of both of your hands, looking off to the side. "I know you're there Tango! You can come out of your hiding place. Someone has to ask the questions." Impulse winks at you, causing you to very almost melt into a puddle on the floor with how warm you get.

Sure enough Tango comes sprinting out of a bush, eyes still glowing as bright as they were before. "How do I do this?" He asks, out of breath.

"I don't know, make it up as you go along." The other demon says with a shrug, turning his gaze back to you. "Oh, uhh. Okay." Tango says before clearing his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen we are gathered here today to-" "It's not a wedding Tango." Impulse chuckles.

"Oh, right." Tango laughs nervously. "Impulse, do you take Y/n to be yours potentially forever, however long that might be?" With a soft smile Impulse nods, "I do. I love you, Y/n."

"Y/n, do you take Impulse to be yours potentially forever?" Tango asks you. With a smile of your own you repeat Impulse's words. Almost. "I do, I love you too Impulse."

Tango claps, "sure felt like a wedding me." He mutters. You roll your eyes, letting out a small laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"No magic unfortunately." Impulse states with a small laugh of his own.

"I can think of a way you could add a little bit of magic." Tango jokes, making kissy faces at the air. Impulse shakes his head and chuckles at Tango's behaviour.

"I'm serious though, kiss." Tango states, completely serious now. "Ever heard the phrase seal it with a kiss? Well you have now, and you should." He crosses his arms, turning and walking away presumably to give you and Impulse some privacy.

"I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to a kiss if you're okay with it. Can I?" His eyes are so full of love, the most beautiful shade of brown you've seen in your long long life.

"You can." Impulse doesn't waste a moment. The moment his lips touch yours you feel sparks, your entire body being filled with the strangest feeling, as if you're on fire in a good way.

He firm, yet gentle, his hands pulling your body closer to his, yours around his neck as you deepen the kiss. It only makes you feel more in love with him. More in love than you could have ever imagined.

The two of you part, upon opening your eyes you see out of the corner of your eye the glittering surrounding the two of you fade. "There's the magic." Impulse smiles, slightly out of breath.

You nod, "I could feel it." "I could too." Impulse says, leaning in to kiss you again.

It's much shorter than the first one, but that feeling of fire returning for the duration. "I could get used to this." His eyes are bright and filled with an indescribable, yet relatable, happiness.

"You'll have plenty of time to Impulse, my love." Your words make him smile even more, a blush even tinting his cheeks.

"I suppose you're right there, after all forever awaits us." The word forever no longer feels daunting. Now it feels almost.. right. Like it shouldn't be any other way.

You swore you'd never let yourself fall in love again, but this is different. This is someone you can't lose.

Another demon, just like you. Who's kind and caring, who loves you just as much as you love him.

Impulse, yours as you are his. Each others futures through a feeling you share for one another. Love. Love like you've never felt before. A love that binds you forever.

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inarizakibabe · 2 years ago

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Sejoh headcanons? Loved your inarizaki ones

Sorry for taking so long to reply anon but life took quite the turn for me. But I’m here again and hopefully can start writing again really soon. But here we go Seijoh headcanons.

🌿 First thing first you were a random regular (used to show you have no relationship to volleyball) student who picked a random club just to get it out of the way. Thankfully your knight in shining practice clothes showed up in the hallway and recruited you as the manager. Let’s take a look at your not so successful road to nationals with the Aoba Josei volleyball club.

🌿 So big shocker here but you have 2 navigation buddies. The first is the guy who recruited you, the guy who sits behind you, Hanamaki which by default makes your second navigation buddy Matsukawa. But don’t be fooled they’re not ensuring that you don’t get lost as you’ve studied the map well before arriving at your destination, you’re there to guide Makki who has no sense of direction. Seeing as he’s one of the starters it’s important that you guys know where he is at all times. Mattsun tags along for fun and to watch Makki forget where he just came from. But it’s all good you get paid in Hanamaki hugs which are some of the most comforting hugs you’ve felt in a long time.

🌿 Moving onto Mattsun just because he was already mentioned, he’s the one that helps you out with some of your manager duties. He feels bad enough that Makki getting lost on his way to deliver something to your teacher forced you to join the club so it’s the least he could do. Seeing as he’s also a regular player he mostly helps out before and after practice. He’ll help carry the water cooler when the bottles are full and help you carry the laundry at the end of practice matches. Bonus points goes to him being able to reach the equipment Oikawa puts on the top shelf to mess with him.

🌿 Iwaizumi is strict. But he has a little soft side for you. He’s known you since you were both first years (when you first joined the club) and you’ve both learned to coexist. Not to say that you don’t get along with Iwa but he’s usually too busy keeping Oikawa in line to constantly interact with you. When you two do get a chance to chat lots of laughs and jokes are shared. You two have your own little hand signal you use to remind each other of an inside joke every now and again.

🌿 I’ll keep captain Hit it till it breaks for last. 🌿

🌿 Next is Yahaba. He is literally the bane of your existence. And not in a good way either. He’s more like your little brother you can’t let out of your sight for too long or he’ll get himself into trouble. He’s the one who will willing trash talk another team knowing you’ll swoop in to save him from an ass kicking. You once looked away from him for too long and the cheerleaders from the opposing team met a different Yahaba Seijoh keeps locked in the basement for legal reasons. Safe to say you now have a leash for him whenever you have away games and practice matches. Even though his tendency to get himself into trouble can be annoying when he gets serious there’s nobody else you want by your side helping to manage the team.

🌿 And now for the guy who literally scared me when they first introduced him. I almost thought Makki was a goner 😭. Ladies and gentlemen I present to you Angry Puppy *rechecks introduction card* oh excuse me there’s been a mistake. Ladies and gentlemen I present to you Mad Dog. Literally this guy is baby and for the wrong reasons. Much like Yahaba you can’t look away from him for too long or you’ll have a fight on your hands. He willingly helps Yahaba trash talk the opposing team and pretends he did nothing when you come by. As Iwa is the only person he listens to the minute you say “Hajime-kun” you have a completely different Mad Dog in front of you. He’s come to think of you as his younger sister and is willing to tear a person limb from limb for you. Once got benched for serving directly to the face of the opposing team’s captain because he catcalled you while you were getting water for the team.

🌿 Next is Watari. Literally this guy is baby. When you first saw him setting instead of Oikawa it got you curious to know about his setter background. While telling you about his previous days as setter he managed to teach you more things about volleyball that you didn’t learn during your first year. All in all he is a very sweet kid who raids your snack station after games. But only for the fruits and nuts. And occasionally the one pack of cookies you have for yourself every now and again.

🌿 Alright now we talk about the guy everyone else thinks is baby, Kindaichi. This is a special case. At first glance you thought he looked familiar and you were absolutely right. Turns out you both went to the same elementary school but were in different grades. You remember him as the little boy who would cry when it was time to go in from lunch. He was quite the crybaby back then and not much has changed but he pouts instead of crying now. Lucky for you he doesn’t remember you so the methods the teachers used to calm him down are the same ones you use much to his nostalgic delight. He’s pretty self efficient but don’t turn him away when he needs a confidence boost. Just give him one of your famous head pats and remind him he’s a good volleyball player much like his senpais.

🌿 With Kunimi you have to approach him cautiously. He’ll either cooperate or shut down completely and you’re forced to drag all 66.1kg/145.7lbs of him everywhere. He’s a sweet kid don’t get me wrong but he’s also very perceptive and has noticed that you treat your kohais like literal children. This isn’t a bad thing for him but for you it means you have to be a little stricter on him. Don’t fall for his puppy eyes and wobbly lip or you’ll end up with his head in your lap while you go over player stats during breaks.

🌿 And finally captain hit it till it breaks Oikawa. Tooru Oikawa’s favorite food is milk bread and he always finds a way to steal yours at lunch. He’s a pain in the booty but he’s your pain in your booty. One of the nicest persons to you on the team but you suspect it’s because he’s the captain. You can’t deny the hard work he’s put into the sport but there are times you wished he didn’t work so hard. You saw how hard he took it when Shiratorizawa beat Seijoh and you would hate to see him in that state again. I could go on about the special friendship you and Oikawa have however that’s too much to write just know that where you go he goes like a lost puppy.

Sorry again this took so long but here they are. Seijoh headcanons. Hopefully we all see eye to eye with these. Thanks again for reading and see you soon

#aoba johsai #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyu #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #anon asked #bella answered #aoba josai headcanons #aoba josai x reader #seijoh

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quinncupine · 4 years ago

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May I request Alpha Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki (seperate) always protecting their Omega reader? How would they react if another alpha tried to claim the omega? Likee hmm say for example the two are walking on the street then another alpha just jumps in and talks about like how attractive reader's scent is and stuff! It is alright if youre not comfortable with writing with this many characters, this ABO au, or this idea in general!

Notes: Hi Anon! I’m so sorry this took longer than expected to do! I promise I didn’t forget you! I don’t really know much about the ABO au so I had to do a bit of research first. I’m not really sure if I landed it though, but I did have fun writing it! It’s always fun to try out something new, so I do hope you enjoy it! I also tried to keep it gender-neutral.

Warnings: Language, mild violence, slight blood, possessive behavior, Alpha-Omega au, drinking-drunken behavior

Word Count: ~2.7K

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BAKUGO

Katsuki is the definition of aggressive. It's no surprise he'd be just as aggressive as an Alpha, especially when it came to you. Your mere presence was enough to send him into ultra possessive protective mode.

The two of you were heading back to your shared apartment after one of your weekly date nights. Since he was a pro hero, he didn't often have much free time, so he set aside a specific night each week, just for you. He wasn't the best at showing his love through words, so his actions more than made up for the fact.

A muscled arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked through the deserted street. The ground seemed to be swaying a bit, or that might've just been you. One drink too many could do that. Katsuki warned you not to drink so much, but you didn't listen and as much as he complained that he wouldn't carry you home, he still held most of your body weight up by a single firm hand.

"I love you," you cooed, dropping your head into his shoulder with a smile.

His hand tightened around you and a cocky grin spread across his face. "I know."

With a slight pout, you huffed, "say it back."

The tiniest roll of his eyes before he grabbed your chin with his free hand and tilted it up so he could look into your eyes. You were about to question him but his lips silenced you with a deep kiss. "You know I do." He tried to sound annoyed, but you could see straight through it.

He wouldn't be caught dead being this sentimental with you if anyone else was nearby, especially if another Alpha was near. To him, acting like that opened someone up for weakness, and with you on the line, he would never allow that. But since it was just the two of you alone, he allowed himself to show just a slight bit of passion. These little moments were reserved solely for you.

Wrapping your arms around him as much as you could, you let out a heavy sigh with sleepy eyes. The peaceful night air had a bit of a chill to it, but that was nothing compared to the heavenly warmth radiating from his body. That was until you felt his whole person stiffen.

Confused, you looked up. Then the smell hit you. Another Alpha's scent. Even in your hazy state, it smelled overwhelming, intentional…and all-too aggressive. It literally smelled like trouble. You'd had trouble in the past with other Alpha's coming on way too strong, which was one of the reasons why you were so grateful to have found Katsuki. He doesn't put up with any bullshit and isn't afraid to fight others off.

Katsuki's nails dug into your waist, his feet abruptly coming to a stop. Jaw clenched so hard, teeth nearly cracking from the pressure. Ruby-red eyes narrowed into deadly slits. A vicious snarl itching to see some action. It was a sight you were used to seeing from him. Criminals and heroes alike tried to avoid that exact look he was wearing right now.

Plenty of Alpha's had tried to come onto you in the past, but none have been so bold as to outright try to challenge Katsuki, especially in the dead of night on some deserted street. The moment they got a whiff of that dangerous heady scent, dripping with aggression and possessiveness, they immediately backed off. He didn't know the meaning of mercy.

When you turned your head to pinpoint the source of the scent, he twisted around first, swinging you to his back in one easy motion. The street looked empty from where you poked your head around his arm.

"Get lost fuckwad," he growled, "or die."

The shadows shifted and a man clad in loose black clothes that blended into the darkness so well you were having a hard time keeping your eyes on him. It was only when he stepped into the glow of a streetlamp from a block away did you finally see him clearly. He casually crossed his arms behind his head. A way of showing Katsuki that he wasn't threatened in the slightest. Even a full block away the poignant smell of him invaded your nose.

"What a temper on this one," he purred with a sultry charm guised to disarm, a complete contradiction of his hostile scent. "You know babe, you'd be much better off with me."

"Don't fucking talk to them," Katsuki snapped, fingers digging into the fabric covering your arm. "Or I'll kill you."

"It's not worth it," you tugged on his jacket a bit. "Let's just go."

Even as you said it, you knew it was pointless. Katsuki never backs down from a fight. Violence is ingrained in his DNA.

"Gonna take orders from an Omega? At least I know how to keep them in place, like a real Alpha," he smirked, crossing the street. A deep growl rumbled in Katsuki's chest, but the other Alpha ignored it. "Can't you smell it? I could smell their scent three blocks away."

You were on suppressants but alcohol is notorious for diluting their effect and of course, you had to show him up and drink more than him tonight. Was your scent out of control? You didn't think so and Katsuki hadn't said anything about it all night. You couldn't smell it, but if that Alpha had followed you all this way, it must've been strong.

As the Alpha drew closer, you realized just how bulky the man was. He stood taller than Katsuki by almost a foot and that grin stitched into his face was making you nervous. The whole situation was stressing you out so much Katsuki could most likely smell it comes off you in waves. His bright vermillion eyes found yours and he huffed. That instinct to protect was warring with his compulsion for reckless abandon. Before he could say anything, the Alpha made the first move.

With a snap of his teeth, the burly man took off towards Katsuki and Katsuki didn't waste a second. He pushed you back and charged. The two met in a head-on collision. A bright explosion lit up the darkened street with an echoing boom. When the light faded and the smoke cleared, Katsuki stood over his opponent, an angry snarl spilling from his grinning face as he smashed his foot into the Alpha's singed back. What was the phrase? All bark and no bite.

Once he was sure the Alpha was down for the count, he trudged over to you. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away. After a few minutes, he deemed it far enough and stopped to pull you into his chest, resting his chin on your head.

"The nerve of these assholes," he muttered, eyes still glaring at the soft shadows surrounding them. He wouldn't feel better until you were back home, under his watchful eye. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," you mumbled into his shirt, closing your eyes with a relieved sigh. "I'm always fine when I'm with you."

MIDORIYA

Izuku isn't a typical Alpha. His demeanor is usually quiet and kind so it always surprised most people to find out he was one. Only making sense when he went into battle mode. The sheer ferocity this guy displays while fighting is one of the most intense things anyone will experience. R.I.P any brave soul that decides to challenge him. He gives it his all, especially if it means protecting someone under his care; namely you.

After leaving the theater (yes, Izuku drags you to each new All Might Movie premier, and no, you don't have a choice in the matter) you lean into him, listening to him gush about every detail the movie had gotten right or horribly wrong. This man was a serious fanboy. His voice was soothing to hear to so you could listen to him prattle on forever if you had your way.

The two of you had almost made it to the car when someone stumbled into you. If Izuku hadn't had his arm around your waist, you would've fallen down with the obviously drunk man. He pulled you away from the drunkard and did a quick check to make sure you weren't hurt before turning his attention to the man. "Hey, are you alright buddy?"

"Dammit!" the man groaned as he crawled back to his feet, swaying from side to side once he made it up. "Watch where you're goin'," he slurred out, lips having a hard time forming the words. Then he sniffed and blinked a few times, focusing on you. "Mmm, you smell good."

Izuku stiffened, subtly stepping in front of you, eyes narrowed. "Your drunk, it's time you went home."

"What's a lovely thing like you doing out so late?" he ignored Izuku entirely, puffing out his chest with a sleazy grin. That's when the scent hit you. Strong, mixed with the smell of alcohol. It made your nose wrinkle in disgust. "Come here doll, I can take good care of ya."

A low rumble vibrated deep within Izuku's chest. A warning. A threat. Most sensible Alpha's would've taken the cue, but this guy was far from anything resembling sense. Izuku is, for the most part, a rational Alpha, but when the drunkard stepped closer to touch you, he lost it.

It was so quick, you almost missed it. Izuku snatched the grimy hand, twisted it which in turn forced the man to twist as well, and sent him flying with a powerful kick to the rear. He kicked him so hard the Alpha flew halfway across the parking lot, landing in a small puddle with a loud splash. It took a moment for him to roll over, body still trying to process what just happened before finally falling back into the puddle with a long-winded groan.

Izuku stood rigid, eyes locked on the Alpha who had curled in on himself. He gnashed his teeth a few times trying to even out his huffy breaths. Small sparks of green electricity quietly crackled off his skin.

"Izuku?" you grabbed one of his fisted hands and pulled it close.

He looked down at you, still trying to calm his racing heart. Izuku didn't like to get like this in front of you and that in itself was making him more upset. But a part of him loved the fact that he could protect you so easily and that you took comfort in that fact.

The Alpha, apparently too drunk to remember what just happened, rolled out of the puddle and back to his feet. His back was dripping wet, but he didn't even seem to notice as he staggered off into the night.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, finally turning to you.

You wrapped your arms around his muscly frame, fingertips just barely meeting on his back. "What're you sorry for? You protected me, didn't you?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Pride swelled in his chest. A slight tinge rushed to his cheeks so he tucked his face into your neck, nuzzling his nose deep into the crook. Your scent was always so calming and he stayed like that for a minute until he remembered you were both still standing outside the car. "Let's go home."

TODOROKI

Shoto is a strong silent Alpha. He's probably the calmest of the three, but that doesn't mean he won't hesitate to kick anyone's ass if they dare mess with you. He's mastered the evil eye glare and combined with his natural Alpha aura, most steer clear.

You had decided to take a day trip to the next prefecture over to see your friends and had asked Shoto to pick you up from the train station. So, there he was, standing on the platform, umbrella in hand as the rain came down in a steady, freezing pour.

When the train finally pulled in, he scanned the cars until he saw you step out. Even in the heavy rain, he could pick up your scent and it was screaming distress. It confused him until he saw why…or rather smelled why. Stepping out behind you was a lanky man, mere inches from your back. His grinning face was bent next to yours as he talked with you, well more like at you. Large hands ghosted over your hair, taking in heavy whiffs of you. A grimace stuck on your face as you did everything in your power to ignore him, but trying to ignore an Alpha was like trying to ignore a blowhorn to the face. Loud, obnoxious, and completely overwhelming. The longer you ignored him, the more irritated he grew.

Shoto snapped the umbrella closed so hard he almost broke it. He no longer cared about getting wet and used the tip to wedge himself between the crowd of people. The hair on his neck stood on end. The rain on his right side froze the minute it touched his skin while on his left, it turned to steam. He tried to suppress that ball of rage building in the back of his throat, only for an aggravated growl to escape. Anyone who managed to catch his wrathful gaze quickly jumped out of his warpath.

The Alpha placed his hand on your shoulder and that was the final straw. You turned to swat him off, which was apparently the wrong thing to do. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you right up against him, dark eyes narrowed, teeth bared. Panic took over as you struggled to free yourself from his too-tight grip.

An umbrella came out of nowhere, whacking the Alpha right in the nose. He let go of your wrist with a startled yelp, stumbling back a few feet.

Shoto suddenly materialized between the two of you. You'd been so distracted that you didn't even realize you could smell Shoto's scent. But now that he was up close, it was all you could smell. Strong, powerful, and…furious.

"What the fu-AAAH!" With a scream, he toppled over. Both legs were frozen together in a thick column of ice. He hit the ground hard, head smacking on the wet concrete.

Shoto towered over him, shooting that perfected evil eye, face masked in shadows. "Next time," he growled, voice low and terrifyingly calm, "I'd advise not to touch people without their permission." Crouching next to his head, he glanced down at his left hand where a small flame erupted, and despite the pouring rain, only seemed to grow brighter. "Or you might get burned."

The man wisely stilled, eyes wide. "I didn't know they already had a mate dude, I swear."

"Regardless, don't ever let me catch you treating someone like that again," he snapped his hand closed, extinguishing the flame. "Is that understood?"

The threat was heard loud and clear but the Alpha glanced at you and Shoto grabbed his chin and pulled his gaze back to him. "Don't ever look at them again."

A nod and Shoto threw his face to the side, standing up. Taking a moment to compose himself again, he turned to you, hunched in on yourself, looking slightly embarrassed. Too many people were staring because Shoto had made a scene. He could care less about what other people thought. Someone had messed with you and he had to make it right.

Holding a hand out, you accepted it and he ushered you away. The both of you were soaking wet but he still opened the umbrella again, shielding you from the rain. Once you were far enough away from the station and other people, he stopped to inspect you.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, looking for any obvious signs or lingering scent marks.

"No, I'm fine." You hugged yourself, not sure if you were shivering from the cold wet or from that creep, possibly both.

With a frown, he pulled you in close. His left side immediately warmed you up and you buried your head as far as you could into his chest, that familiar, safe scent surrounding you. "Thanks, Sho."

That intense anger was slowly ebbing away the longer you held onto him. That need to protect, to comfort taking its place. You alone were the only thing that seemed to be able to calm him down when he was so worked up. Wrapping his free arm around you, tucking you in as tightly as possible, he kissed the top of your head. "You know I'd do anything for you."

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

* * *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

* * *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor. And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

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bloodycassian · 3 years ago

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anon request - READER X AZRIEL - sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you want! I got a bit carried away in my own idea of Azriel being supportive but protective at the same time!

some hurt/comfort with Azriel where he and the reader get in a huge fight over protecting Elain (like they travel to a different court and Azriel is overprotective) and then the reader goes scouting to also cool down a bit and they get ambushed, the reader gets injured and the mating bond snaps. Hope it's not too much trouble!!

Elain was absurdly still as the conversation played out. Conversation being a loose term for the shouting happening around her. You didn’t leave her side though, even though your anger flourished while they spoke as if she wasnt there. Azriel was packing her things, shoving them haphazardly into a bag. The bag that Feyre had given her from their first trip down to the markets after Elain had started acting somewhat normal again. The happy memory seemed so distant now, compared to the anxiety ridden emotions that played about in the room.

“We are not going to the continent.” Az’s tone shift was abrupt, a snap of anger leaning into it. He tied the top of the bag closed and set it roughly atop the living room table. The scattered odds and ends of survival gear and weapons scraped against the wood. You watched the stare down between the high lord and his shadowsinger patiently. Waiting for your moment to speak rationally to them.

Rhys’ power roiled above, his eyes did not hide his frustration with his brother. His gaze was simmering with that dark power he possessed. Azriel did not back down. “The continent is the only place that may be safe. If the King finds out she’s a Seer he will never let her go. We can’t risk losing her as a hostage.”

You knew she would be a hostage too. Feyre would never let her sister be taken without a fight. Rhys knew his mate well enough to know not to risk just Elain, but Feyre too. Cauldron knew what Nesta would do if she were in that room during the conversation. Likely spitting fire and shoving Elain out the door to wherever she seemed to think was safe. Thankfully, both sisters were scouring deep in the library for any way to help win this battle.

Azriel did not break eyecontact with his brother as he made to speak again. You interrupted before he could make the situation worse. “I have somewhere in mind.” You spoke softly, urging the staring contest to end. Azriel looked away first, and you were surprised at that. His eyes met yours with something like relief. “Autumn. We have Eris on our side if we’re caught. I have a spot we can stay until-” Azriels scoff sent anger shooting through you. You clenched your teeth together to keep from lashing out at him as he had been doing just moments before.

“Autumn is possibly the worst place we could send you right now. We’re on the brink of war with them potentially being on Hyberns side. We would be sending you straight to Hybern himself.”

“Exactly. It’s stupid and they would never expect it.”

“You’re not going. Beron exiled you. Don’t you remember what that means?” He looked at you with actual concern now that he knew you were serious. As if you had been injured and you were speaking a different language.

“It means we will be safe from Hybern when they come here to look for Elain. Isn’t that the point?” You wrapped an arm around her small shoulders and pulled her close. Az couldn’t argue with that. The other courts were not an option, as it would be harboring a target against one of the Night court Allies. And Winter court was nowhere to be spending the night. Not many survived the night there without shelter.

Rhys’ sigh was long and exhausted. Left without another option, he nodded to himself. He held out a hand and summoned two necklaces, both with pendants of black onyx that shimmered in the firelight. Az’s brows pinched together at the sight of them. The dull glow behind him shone through his wings, highlighting all the delicate structures there. You found his wings more beautiful than the enchanted stone Rhys handed you.

“Hybern won’t be able to sense your magic. Keep these on.”

Azriel was already tensing, his fists balling at his sides ready to make it physical if Rhys refused to listen. He knew with his entire being that something was off. Something would go wrong this night. His shadows warned him of something. And he couldn’t shake it no matter how hard he tried. “Rhys-”

“And you will be going with them. Keep them company while Feyre and I investigate just how many ships and forces they plan to bring.” He ordered in that indisputable tone of the high lord. With only a hint of friendliness. He gave Az a long look before turning back to you and Elain. “Do not take those off.” The nodded to the necklaces and started to winnow. Elain stood abruptly, startling you.

“Thank you.” She said softly to the high lord. He seemed taken aback for a second, before giving her a gracious nod and finally disappearing. You rose to Elain’s height and took her hand in yours. It was warm, welcoming. “We’re going to be fine.” You promised, not caring if Azriel saw the care you gave her. She had been there for you just as you needed to be now. She had practically kept you alive with her soft humming and reading to you when you were at your worst after being exiled.

“I know.” She said, voice soft as rose petals. But that dark power within her were the thorns of that pretty, perfect rose. The reason Hybern even knew to look in Velaris for Elain. That cauldron calling power that she couldn’t control to save her life. You grimly smiled at her.

“We need to leave.” Azriel ordered, tone neutral. Just a warrior needing to move troops.

“Let me get your bag.” Elain said, giving you a squeeze of her hand, disappearing up the stairs. Leaving you with the brooding Illyrian. You grimaced in his direction. He ignored you as best he could, hoping that the time for babysitting would pass quickly. He had always found it strange how you and Elain moved like magnets together. Found the soft way you comforted each other somehow upsetting. He paced quietly in front of the fire while you gathered your gear. Two small blades - one for Elain - and your sword. You rubbed at a speck on the hard steel of the sword.

Perhaps his lack of family had made that rivaling jealousy turn into hatred for the display of affection. He contemplated to himself. Had he become cold to everyone? Too harsh? Had the darkness he possessed taken him over? He tore his eyes from your short sword and locked them with yours. The thrill he felt wasn’t from anger or terror. His cheeks flushed slightly and you fought the grin that you wanted so badly to flaunt at him. The innuendos regarding the sword that you wanted to say were cut off by that look he gave you.

“Do not get into a situation where you have to use that.” He warned with a stern look. You couldn’t help the angelic smile you gave him.

The smell of rotting apples and decaying leaves was all you needed to sense to know you were home. You took in the court border slowly, adjusting to your orientation after being winnowed. Elain clutched your hand tightly, the bag in her other hand quivered only slightly from her shaking. Your hands became slick with sweat at the familiar sights and smells of Autumn. You hadn’t been back since being exiled.

“We wont be able to have a fire.” Azriel stated, gazing towards the sky. It was far too clear of a day out to risk it. The slight chill in the air filled your stomach with dread for the night to come.

“This way.” You pulled Elain along with you, leaves crunching under your feet as you entered Autumn court. She didn’t move. Her eyes were blank, staring lifelessly into the orange and yellow forest. “Elain?” You asked softly.

“Five foxes will die tonight. Three more in the morning.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine.

Az took the lead, territoriality putting himself a few paces in front of you. He wasn’t subtle about it either, occasionally jogging ahead to scout for any enemies around piles of bramble when you came across it.

By the time you found your hideout, you were fed up with waiting for him to give you the all clear everywhere you went. You let you go of Elains now calm hand and stormed into the small shack with familiarity. Azriel hissed and seethed when you lit a lantern inside. “Get over yourself, Shadowsinger.” You laughed, taking in the small piece of home you made for yourself long ago.

It indeed was a long time ago when you’d last been there. But it still felt homey to you. The small space was just big enough for a stove, the table you’d found, and a bed pushed against the far wall. The fireplace hadn’t been used in years. Soot marked small animal prints along the light plank floors.

The dusty blankets on the makeshift bed were pocked with holes from mice and moths. The fireplace was nearly caved in on itself. The bramble covering that acted like a second roof was growing through the actual roof in some places. But it was still home. Your small exit from the world when things got too tough. Even after being exiled Beron hadn’t known about this place. He would have had it destroyed if he did know of it.

Elain pushed in passed Azriel. His shadows went wild. Searching every surface of the cabin. The long beams of the floor were hardly visible through the darkness he brought.

You knew you should have brought more blankets. You held back the teeth chattering as best you could, letting Elain sleep. She would need all the rest she could get. You could tell she’d been tired after the days walk. She rested peacefully under the layers while the wind shuddered the leaves outside. You pulled your coat tighter to your body.

“This was a stupid idea.” Azriel muttered from the corner. He didn’t seem cold, but the dark curls of shadow wrapped around him protectively. While you were left with nothing more than a coat. Your own magic couldn’t save you from the stormy wind, the necklace Rhys had given you also weakened your power enough that you couldn’t use it. Even in your homeland. It bothered you endlessly, feeling so useless in such a dire situation of needing to help Elain.

“Then maybe you should just leave.” You barked back simply. He didn’t have to come in the first place if he was going to be so bothered.

“I just mean-” He sighed, and sat on the creaky old table that took up half the small kitchenette. “We could have done this better. We could have planned… Differently.”

“We didnt have the time. We’re here now, so we just need to deal-”

“I know that. I’m just bothered that you’re so recklessly looking for danger everywhere we go.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? I’m from here Azriel. I know what areas are dangerous.”

“Maybe once.” His eyes were not angry when he said it. They were full of pity and doubt. Your rage spilled over, and you were ready to shout. Ready to scream at him about what a piggish idiot Illrian he was being. But Elain turned over, sighing softly to herself.

So instead, you clamped down on that burning anger and walked out. And of course he decided to try to follow you. He made it a few steps outside the cabin before you turned on him, ready to roar. “Be safe at least.” He tossed his red jeweled dagger to you. Your heart squeezed, choking you up slightly. You brushed it away as best you could before he could see. You couldn’t yell at him.

So you took the dagger and walked briskly away, into the brush of autumn forests. Laced with the smell of heavy fruits and warm trees. Leaves fluttering in your wake as the wind tossed with ease.

You held his knife close at your side the entire aimless walk. Then, the sound of twigs snapping and males laughing heartily made you pause.

Far to your east was a dull glow beyond a knoll. You backed away slowly. Trying to be as soundless as possible in case they could scent you. The breeze whipped at your skin, blowing in their direction. The trees above you shuddered sharply, and you swore as a heavy weight fell upon your shoulders.

Azriel paced in the kitchenette, his shadows swirling around him relentlessly, waiting for a target. It felt wrong letting you go. It felt like letting his hope sink. His shadows even seemed upset about it, as they now whipped around him angrily.

He swore he was going to run a rut through the plank floor. He sighed, glanced to Elain’s sleeping figure and forced himself to sit. You had the dagger. You were capable. You knew the area and knew what you were doing. He tried his best to soothe himself. It didn’t help much.

The old chair creaked under his weight, and he smiled. For someone who claimed they couldn’t work around the house, you were quite the crafter making such a nice hideaway for yourself. He finally took a moment to pause, and actually look at the cabin.

The stove may have been older than he was. The missing burners on top were replaced with a few forks placed carefully around them. The ancient shelves were dusty, along with all the jars and cups atop them. Cobwebs spotted the entire house, but his shadows had gotten rid of most of them after the first one clung to his face upon walking in.

Then he came to the table he sat at, the four unmatching chairs circling it. The table itself was solid oak, he could tell that much. But he wondered how you’d gotten it inside at all. Out of curiosity, he pulled on it. It didn’t budge. His eyebrows knitted together, and he stood slowly. The curiosity consumed him. He gave the table another tug. Still, no movement.

He crouched down, and noticed the planks around the single leg of the table had been cut out. Then he noticed the intricate roots weaving their way up the trunk. The table wasn’t just a table. It was an entire tree - or what was a tree once… And you’d built the entire cabin around it. His awe was quickly quieted by Elain.

“A part of you is missing. The foxes will die.” She muttered sleepily, her eyes blank. And he lay back down as if it hadn’t happened. “Elain?” Azriel called. Dread, cold and stinging coarse through him. “Elain?” He asked quietly, approaching her side. She flung the covers from her lithe body. Azriel jumped back, holding his hands up defensively. “It’s okay, its me.” He calmed her, noting the wild look in her expression.

“Find yourself.” She breathed, her eyes going wide with concern. Azriel’s heart sped, and he felt like he’d been dunked in a cold ocean of dread. Terror drug him under the deep waves and threatened to drown him the first chance it got. He took Elains hand and started walking the direction you’d left.

Leaving behind the supplies and the living table that you’d created.

A glance at the oversized uniforms told you all you needed to know. The fox sigil pinned to their tunics proved that the uniforms were stolen from Autumn soldiers. Your blood boiled. Elain had been right. But they would die. Five of them, at least. But you had only glimpsed at three so far. You tugged at the ropes that bound you. Firm, and not able to be broken.

Their campsite was large, and full of small boxes of different fruits. Several different types of weapons leaned against their low lying tents. And with how many scars their fae leader had, you knew the rest of their story in an instant. Bandits. Filthy trade merchants that lived for thievery and making a quick gold mark.

And you’d be worth their weight in gold once they turned you in to Beron.

“We’ve got a live one!” The male shouted to his comrades. They cheered drunkenly, their voices carried far by the wind. Their fire sparked and popped against the blue night sky. And you knew that your death may not come in glory of battle, or in the name of your home. But in being stupid enough to be caught by bandits. You could have died that instant if it would mean you didn’t have to feel that kind of shame.

The male cut the opal from your neck, and you felt your magic explode from you. Your thoughts were racing, searching. Finding something cold and dark in the depths of your mind and tugging on it. Then, it was a live beast beneath your mental hands. It coiled and rose, ready to strike.

The same one cut a long line down your cheek with the blade that had just cut your only protection against Hybern from you. You prayed to the mother that Hybern was too busy to notice a small blip of magic from an Autumn fae like you. You hissed in pain as the blade stung its way down to your neck, stopping at your collarbone.

You pulled on that coiling beast that called to you. Beckoned it to find you, to help you from this pain. Maybe you were begging for death, or at least unconsciousness so you wouldnt have to feel the pain anymore. The male stood back to let another scaled lower fae get a look at you. His tongue lashed out over your bloodied neck. He hummed in approval, letting his forked wetness slither across your wounds.

You felt them seal and itch with every pass as he took your blood. “Good.” the one with the blade ordered, then… to your dread, he pulled a glowing rod from the fire. They would brand you. Then take you to the high lord. Only after they’d humiliated you though. The males clucked at your involuntary reaction. They huddled close around, waiting for the screaming to start. Their excitement coated the air with a tangy adrenaline filled scent.

You reared away from the burning metal as best as you could. The ropes around you seemed weaker now that you had your weak magic back, but still too constricting to do much with.

You closed your eyes as the glow approached your chest. It warmed your face with the heat. They were going slow on purpose. Wanting to savor your reaction. It made your stomach go queasy. You hoped you would pass out. Better yet, just die of the agony. That way Beron wouldn’t have the satisfaction of killing you himself.

There was a thump, and sizzling. You cracked open your eyes, waiting that searing pain to hit you. But it didnt. The males stood back, bewildered. Across the camp in the dull glow of the fire as the one that had been lowering the branding stick to you. It was speared through his chest, pinning him to a tree. His mouth gasped, eyes wide and glowing a haunting orange from the fire. You would never forget the sight of it. The smoldering that came from the tree behind him as the hot iron burned into it. The wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing.

Then, the gasp and thump each male that Azriel incapacitated before you. Elain stood at the edge of the trees, her eyes still puffy from sleep. Azriel kept the kills quiet and concise. None resembled the one pinned to the tree, now sagging under the weight of death. No, the rest of them had easy deaths at the hands of one skilled at dealing killing blows. The wet splatter of blood leaving a body pulled you back to the scene in front of you. Az’s scowl as he cleaned his blade was that of a warrior who had seen much worse. Done much worse.

“I told you not to fucking-” He snarled, his hands on the rope at your wrists. He stopped though, and stared. The shadowed light of his eyes seemed to be blooming with awe. You couldn’t look away. The beauty in the deep irises, the way small freckles played about his dark skin. All new and exciting things you’d never noticed before. His scent alone was like a punch to the gut.

Him. Azriel. It had been him to find you. Him to respond to that silent plea that you so badly needed to be heard. He was that coiling darkness that had saved you. Your breath was a gasp, and you nearly fell to your knees before him.

His hands didn’t work anymore. The world stopped turning all together. His heart was no longer his own and his soul belonged wherever you were. It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a foreign court’s borders. It didn’t matter that Elain trembled in the corner of the clearing. He was yours, and you were his.

He vowed it, for eternity that was how it would stay. He’d never leave your side again. Never choose to be without you for as long as he may be alive. His very being was now shared. With you. His soul intertwined your yours, wrapping delicately around your earthy light that contrasted his darkness so perfectly. If you were the sun he was the moon, always chasing, always following and living in your light.

The words weren’t needed but he managed to utter them. Around a shuddering breath and a shattering explosion of love he managed it. “My mate.”

#azriel #azriel x reader #acotar #acotar fic #reader x azriel

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cellophaine · 3 years ago

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Home With You

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3003

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I figured I should give you guys a break from my smutty contents lol. And I just wanted to write an indulgent fluff piece.

As always, every likes, comments, reblogs, feedbacks and ask submissions are greatly appreciated! My heart goes into cha-cha-cha mode whenever I receive notifications from you guys (it's a happy mode)

Prompt requested by: Anonyomous (love you anon <3)

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"Matt?!"

You called out as you walked into his apartment; the exhaustion crept into your voice. His name echoed back to you in the empty place, a tell-tale sign of Matt's absence. You huffed out a frustrated sigh as you stepped out of your heels, padding into the living room on bare feet, much to your relief. You dropped your briefcase to the floor with abandon, planting face-first onto the couch, releasing another weary sigh. This was the third night in a row you missed him on his way out, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. At this point, it had become a regular occurrence. You felt like you barely saw him as of late. All you had was the little time in the mornings with Matt's body wrapped around yours in the bed. And it wasn't enough. How could it be?

Your workload as a paralegal at Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz had picked up in the past few months. The pay was more than decent, but it resulted in more time assisting Jeri Hogarth in cases and less time spending with your boyfriend. The immense amount of guilt you felt kept building up, as you knew Matt was not happy about your situation, but he always knew what to say to make you feel better. You had spent time running around New York for researches, staying late at the office at Hogarth's requests.

The days would always end with you worn out to the bones. Matt hated how the job was clawing at you, chipping away a piece of you every day, leaving you stressed out and exhausted. But he was supportive anyway, understanding that it was your choice in the matter. And so, Matt was the only constant, comforting source in your life. He would be there every time you woke up, cuddling and kissing you, making sure that you had all your meals throughout the day, taking care of you when you couldn't do it yourself.

You dragged your enervated self into the shower, lathering yourself up with Matt's shampoo and body, indulging in his scent under the hot water. The clean smell of his soap in the shower steam helped relieve the ache of missing him in your chest. You had slept over his apartment every night. Still, ironic enough, you felt like you drifted away further from him, not of your own volition. Matt was the anchor that kept you close, but how long would it last? How long would he be willing to stay?

You patted yourself dry, walking into his bedroom, the air cool on your exposed skin. You opened the closet, pulling out a sweatshirt of his. You hugged it close to your chest, dropping your head low to inhale the smell of him. You pulled the shirt on along with his too-big sweatpants, tightening the strings at the waistband. You put on his socks, too, tucking them over the hems of the sweats, just like how he always did it. A habit of his that you had absorbed. A bittersweet thought struck you. Despite being in his apartment, often living in his space more than your own, you wore his clothes just to feel closer to him. He was close but never close enough.

You found your way to the couch again, plopping your head on the pillow. You curled into yourself, settling in a comfortable position. You didn't bother with dinner, for you craved something else. You just wanted him here. You wanted to spend every second you could get with him to make up for the time you had missed. You tried to stay up, waiting for him to come back. But the toll of the day pulled on your eyelids, luring you into sleep with much resistance from you.

A weightless feeling woke you from your sleep. You blinked sleepily; your hazy vision revealed Matt, still in his Daredevil suit, the helmet was nowhere in sight. His unseeing eyes radiated the comfort and affection you loved, and you hummed happily at the blessed sight of him. A smile pulled on the corner of Matt's lips as he laid you down on the bed, pulling the soft blanket over you. He brushed your hair off your eyes before leaning in, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead. You smiled sleepily at his gesture, tilting your face up as his warmth left your skin. Your lips met his halfway, and you sighed into the kiss that you craved with the entirety of your being. You needed this, needed him; you yearned for him. Your hand found its way to him; his light stubble tickled your fingertips. You caressed his face, needing to touch, to feel him, as the kiss grew heavy. Finally, he pulled back from you with much reluctance, within your reach, just enough so you could hear his whisper.

"Have you had dinner? I left you your favourite in the fridge."

You pressed your head into the pillow before shaking your head, along with a muffled confirmation of his suspicion. His brows furrowed, and you quickly pulled on his jaw, drawing him closer. You resumed the kiss, and once again, Matt was the one who broke away. Lowering your voice in a soothing tone, you asked in the hope of distracting him.

"Do you have any injuries that needed to be looked at?"

"It was a pretty uneventful night. I know what you're doing, and it's not working."

He responded at once; his head shook slightly in disapproval. He knew you too well. You knew that. But you didn't want to get up while all you wanted was to bask in his familiarity, his warmth again.

"I had a very long day. I just want to go back to sleep, with you. Please?"

Your desperate plea tugged at his heart. His eyes softened as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Alright. But you will have a big breakfast, first thing when you get up."

You bit your lip, brows waggling at him, even though you knew he couldn't see that. A playful, suggestive tone glided into your voice.

"Oh, I definitely would like something 'big' for breakfast."

He let out a small laugh at your terrible tease.

"I'm serious. I was gone for a few hours, and you already neglected yourself."

"I promise. I'll be yours for the entire weekend. Now, can you get your ass in this bed, preferably naked? Pretty please."

He chuckled, standing up to pull his protective gear off. A few rustles later, the mattress dipped as Matt climbed into the bed behind you. He pulled you into his chest, pressing butterfly kisses on your hair. You turned onto your back, giving him easier access to your lips. He eagerly took you on your offer, pulling you in for a soft kiss, so soft that it made you melt into his embrace. He moved to kiss your cheeks, making his way to your eyelids, ending the kiss on your forehead.

"Sleep now, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."

You turned to your side to cuddle into him, curling your hand behind his muscular back. You nuzzled your face into his firm chest, kissing and nibbling sleepily on the naked skin. You fell asleep promptly, grateful for the weekend ahead of you.

Your phone buzzed again and again on Matt's bedside table. You groaned, burrowing your face further into Matt's chest. The faint scent of blood and sweat, of Matt, infiltrated your senses through a daze. However, whoever on the other side stayed persistent; calls came in after calls. Finally, you untangled your limbs from Matt's with frustration, answering the call to hear Hogarth's voice on the other side.

"Where the fuck are you? Why didn't you pick up your damn phone?"

"It's… it's the weekend."

"And? This case won't go away itself. Come in now, or you're fired."

Your ears met with the dead tone from the other line. You fell back onto the warm bed, feeling like you could burst into tears. Pressing your face into the pillow, you muffled a silent scream. Matt propped on his elbow, caressing your back with the other hand.

"Stay here. Quit the job. You deserve so much better than how Hogarth's treating you."

You murmured.

"I can't. Her words have weight. She can really help me with my career. The pay isn't bad either."

"I know, but it's not worth it. I don't like seeing you bend over backward to every of her demand. I can feel your exhaustion every night. I hate seeing you so harrowed and stressed out."

You sighed heavily.

"It's not like I can quit right away. Not until I can secure a better job somewhere else. Rent in Hell's Kitchen is crazy. Until then, I'm stuck with her."

You moved around in the place, talking to Matt as you got ready. When you stepped out of the bathroom into the living room, dressed in your work attire, Matt walked over to where you stood, offering you a cup of tea. You smiled sadly at him, stroking his cheeks. Then, you raised on your tiptoe, kissing him swiftly before picking up your briefcase, making your way to the door.

"I'm sorry, I can't drink the tea. I'm already late. I'll see you later tonight?"

Matt fell into silence; his head turned away from your direction. The mugs of tea in his hands stayed still and abandoned. You felt an awful jerk on your heartstring for leaving him like this. You spoke softly.

"I love you."

One moment of silence, then two. Matt reluctantly spoke, his voice small, barely audible.

"Love you, too."

You gnawed on your bottom lip in defeat, walking out the door. Your heart grew heavier with every step you took, carrying you further away from him.

When the elevator opened, you were working at your desk, just outside of Hogarth's office. You looked up just in time as the infamous P.I of Hell's Kitchen walked past your desk, sparing a glance towards you. You sprang up from your seat, running after her.

"Ms. Jones, I'm sorry, but you can't go in there. Unfortunately, Ms. Hogarth is not available at the moment."

Jones reeked of alcohol, but there was no sign of intoxication. She scoffed.

"I don't care if she's fucking another secretary in there. Step aside. I don't want to hurt you."

You stood in her path, taking your stance. Although preventing Jessica Jones from entering your boss' office wasn't your job, Hogarth made you do it anyway. She made you do many things that went beyond your responsibilities as a paralegal, as she always held her power over your head like an invisible sword, readied to strike at any given time.

Jessica rolled her eyes, sidestepping you. You stuck your foot out in her path, making her boot catch on your heel. She stumbled lightly, whirling around to face you.

"Seriously?"

You swallowed, shrugging.

"A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do."

"Maybe that girl should get another job and stop working for that monster."

Jessica quickened her pace, pushing the door open as you chased after her.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hogarth, but she …."

"… tired of your shit, Hogarth. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Jessica gritted out the words. Your boss sent a deathly glare at you.

"Leave us."

She flicked a wrist at you, and you closed the door behind you as fast as you could. You went back to your desk, speeding through your mountain of paperwork. About half an hour later, Jessica walked out with a menacing expression on her face, heading straight for the elevator. Jeri walked out about two minutes later, looming over your desk.

"If that happens again, I will personally destroy your little, pathetic career. You hear me?"

You nodded solemnly.

"Have them on my desk before 5."

Hogarth left you alone for the rest of your time there. You were done with the work at a little over 3 PM. You dropped it off, and it was refreshing to see a surprise expression on her face for once instead of the usual scowl you received. Then, you headed straight for Matt's place, couldn't wait to get back to your boyfriend, despite the little not-an-argument you had earlier that day.

He wasn't home when you got there. You sighed, afraid you had messed things up with him. After changing into something more comfortable, you sat down on Matt's kitchen table with your laptop open and a steamy plate of food Matt left you last night. You sat there, your fingers tapping away on your device for what felt like hours until you heard the sound of the door being opened. Matt walked in, dressed in his usual gym clothes with a duffle bag hanging off his shoulder. His face was flushed, his hair stuck out adorably. You stood up, lingering at the chair. You cleared your throat.

"I'm… sorry for this morning. Are we … okay?"

You ached to hug him, to be gathered into his arms, to kiss him. Your bottom lip trembled slightly. You wouldn't know what to do if he said no.

He could sense your uncertainty with every word. His face softened at your vulnerable disposition, his arms opened wide, dropping his cane and bag to the floor with little care.

"Of course we are."

You lunged into his embrace, holding him tight as he picked you up easily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You found his lips, pouring your heart and soul into the kiss. Eventually, you pulled away from each other as you gasped for air, your foreheads touching.

Matt lowered you down to the ground, still holding you in his arms, his hand caressing your spine in a soothing motion.

"I'm looking up other jobs. Hogarth is … horrible, and I'm always stressed out. You're right. It's not worth it."

"You know … Nelson & Murdock can use a helping hand."

Matt raised his brow at you; an endearing grin pulled at the corner of his lips. You smacked his chest playfully.

"As if I'm not helping you guys in my free time already."

You trailed a finger from the waistband of his sweats, ghosting over his abdomen and chest, ended your way at the pulse on his neck, stroking the delicate arc of his throat. Matt let out a small groan of pleasure.

"That means you already have an in with the firm."

You squinted your eyes at Matt while he feigned innocence.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I would love to have you there. We still have to discuss this with Foggy, but I think he'd be thrilled."

The earnestness in his voice was unconcealed. Working for Matt and Foggy was a tempting proposal, but you wanted to give it some thought first.

"Let me think about it."

The week started anew, with another visit from Jessica Jones. Only this time, you didn't cease your work pace, even as she walked past your desk. Jessica halted, looking at you skeptically.

"Why are you not stopping me right now? Did Hogarth call of her little guard dog?"

You looked up from your computer screen, giving her a nonchalant shrug.

"Nah, the order is still in effect. But I don't care."

The P.I gave you a nod and headed for Hogarth's office.

Before the workday ended, you were summoned by your fuming boss. Hogarth stood at her desk, a glass of whiskey clutched tight in her hand. She looked upon your entry, sneering at you.

"What part of preventing Jessica Jones from entering my office that you didn't understand? Do you —"

"I understand. I just don't care."

You dropped off the folder on Hogarth's desk. She narrowed her eyes at the manila envelope.

"This is my letter of resignation. I quit. I would say it was an honour to work with you, but that would be a lie."

You left the office that day feeling so much better than you had felt in months. There was a spring in your steps as you climbed the stairs to Matt's place. You walked in as an aroma of mouthwatering food being cooked engulfed you, welcoming you home. Matt was in the kitchen, facing the stove. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Matt lifted an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. Then, he turned off the stove, fully angled his body to you and gave you a warm embrace.

"So you did it? How did she take it?"

"She was furious, Matt. She threatened to make sure I could never practice law ever again. Over and over. But I'm not worried. She can threaten me however she wants. I know the law."

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You're better off without her. And if she dared to do that, you wouldn't be alone. Foggy and I will have your back."

You hugged him even tighter, pressing your ear to the steady rhythm of his heart. You stayed like that for a moment as the sound of Hell's Kitchen played in the background. Matt buried his nose into your hair, peppering your face with kisses. Then, at last, he spoke up.

"So, have you given more thoughts on working for Nelson & Murdock?"

You made a tsk sound, tapping a finger against your lips, pretending to be in deep thoughts.

"I don't know. Wouldn't it make quite a scandal since I'm dating one of the bosses?"

"Considering the other boss already knows about the arrangement, no one else has to. We can keep a secret -"

Matt dipped his head; his lips brushed over the curve of your ear purposefully. The mere contact sent a shiver down your spine in anticipation. Finally, he released the last part of his sentence; his voice dropped dangerously low, dripped in an alluring invitation.

"- and have fun with it."

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock au #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fluff #marvel imagine #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil au #daredevil imagine #daredevil fanfiction #cellophaine 100 followers event #no use of y/n

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hoseokmylovesworld · 3 years ago

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Ignorance | Namjoon Oneshot

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader / This is an alternate version of this request: More Than Just Friends

Requested: “A sweet plant daddy Joon x y/n, stubborn idiots to lovers? With best friend Yoongi? And idk maybe Joon saves her from something?”

Genre: Namjoon AU, smut, humor, e2l,

Length: 10.5k Words

Warnings: Strong language, very much dubious consent due to drinking, handjob, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, lil’ bit of a daddy kink, spanking, lots of talk of the day after pill so if that makes you uncomfortable DNI, Namjoon being an asshole sorry. But there's still kissing in the rain!

A/N: This is my first attempt at this original ask before I realized it was probably not what anon wanted and I started over bc Namjoon is a plant daddy, but not very sweet, but I couldn’t let it go to waste. So here’s a twofer anon!

Namjoon is an ass man. Convince me otherwise.

You walked up to the apartment you knew all too well while balancing two signature Starbucks orders in your hand. You banged on the apartment door in front of you with the other until your favorite person answered the door. It was more like he yanked the door open with an extremely annoyed expression on his face. “Are you fuckin’ serious Y/N?” He grumbled, leaning against the door frame, rubbing at his barely opened eyes.

You only smiled back at him and ducked past him into the apartment. You made yourself comfortable at the kitchen island counter, unbagging the orders and setting them out. “What? Someone has to wake you up on the weekend.” You chirped matter-of-factly, taking a sip of your coffee and a bite of your muffin.

Yoongi sighed heavily, closing the door and sluggishly making his way to the kitchen. “I thought we talked about this, Y/N. I already own an alarm clock.” He took to the other side of the island and indulged in a huge gulp of his large mocha iced coffee with whipped cream.

“Yes, but we both know you don’t use it. I’m your best bet at waking up at all, Mr. Sleepyhead.” You insisted with a charming smirk and a sip of coffee. Yoongi had no choice, but to give a deep chuckle at your logic. “Plus I figured you’d want some company on your day off.” You offered.

Yoongi scoffs and playfully protests. “I have company, Y/N, Namjoon’s here.” The words make you do a double take. “I’m sorry?” You jutted your chin out and blinked quickly as if you didn’t hear what he said.

“Namjoon, you know? My roommate? That other person that lives here?” Yoongi responded sarcastically, stuffing his mouth with his Cinnabon. “He’s here? I thought you said he was away this week?” You asked, your chipper mood decreasing by the second.

“Well, he got back last night.” He shrugged. “Dammit, if I had known that, I wouldn’t have showed up.” You muttered agitatedly.

“Well, no one told you show up-”

“You shut your mouth Yoongi, I brought you breakfast.” You shot out quickly. He immediately raised his hands in defeat. “Thank you, Y/N.” he conceded as Namjoon himself came down the hall and into the kitchen area wearing only his pajama pants. He entered the room with his eyes closed and his face stretched out to form a yawn.

“Man, who the hell was that maniac banging on the door?” He grumbled, finally opening his eyes and turning to Yoongi. His face falls when he sees you at the seat across from him. “Oh, I found them.” he decided, lightly rolling his eyes and making his way to the fridge.

“Yoongi, do you hear something?” You carry on, trying not to respond to the insult that boiled your blood, much like everything else that comes from Namjoon’s mouth. Namjoon could be heard laughing teasingly with his head in the fridge and you had to fight not to walk over and slap the back of his head.

“I’m not doing this today.” Is all Yoongi responds with, continuing to stuff his face full of Cinnabon and wash it down with coffee. He personally had enough of his two best friends always fighting each other for as long as he could remember and he would avoid it at all costs.

Namjoon pulled away from the fridge with milk in hand and sat it on the counter next to Yoongi. “So where’s my Starbucks, Y/N?” He asked with one eyebrow arched before reaching for a cereal box on top of the refrigerator.

“Oh, try the dumpster behind the building. I’m sure it’s in there, you just gotta dig around for it.” You nodded quickly, reassuring him with a sly smirk. He sent a smirk just as sly right back at you and in the next second the smirks fell and your expressions were back to being blank.

“When are you two just gonna fuck and get it over with?” Yoongi suddenly asked, causing Namjoon to whip around to face him at breakneck speed and you to nearly choke on your muffin.

“You’re not funny Yoongi.” You both retorted simultaneously, your eyes landing on each other briefly before glaring back at your mutual best friend.

“Wasn’t making a joke.” He shrugged nonchalantly, getting up from the counter and settling into the couch across the room for some TV. You and Namjoon both go to give a snarky reply.

“Please, I wouldn’t fuck Y/N if-”

“I wouldn’t fuck Namjoon if-”

You both stop, realizing you were saying the same thing. “If what, Y/N? Go ahead.” Namjoon gestured for you to continue with a big arm motion.

“No, I’d like to hear your reasoning actually, the floor is yours.” You objected snootily.

“Will you guys shut up, please?” Yoongi groaned listlessly from the couch, causing you both to drop it after sharing a heated glance with one another.

Yoongi vaguely remembers when his two closest friends started hating each other, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember why. And it had been so long, he was sure that you couldn’t either. But rain or shine, the only thing that happened when you were in a room together was bickering.

“Oh, shit.” Namjoon suddenly exclaimed as he was mid-pouring into his cereal, nearly spilling it everywhere.

“What is it now? Finally realized you’re a total waste of space?” You chided in a pleasant voice and a smile to match. “I forgot to water my plants dealing with you two idiots.” He dashed over to the coat rack and threw on a leather jacket.

“You love those plants more than you love me.” Yoongi shouted at him. Namjoon just looked at his roommate with a fond smile to prove him wrong.

“That’s because they’re only things that will love HIM.” You taunted getting up from your kitchen stool to face them both. Namjoon only spared you one last glare and disappeared from the apartment with a slam of the door.

You continued to stare at the spot where Namjoon once stood and tried not to dwell on the fact that he didn’t even bother to come up with a witty comeback. “Well, he’s finally gone. Now what?” Yoongi interrupted your pitiful thoughts from his spot on the couch in his usual careless manor.

You came over and plopped down right next to him, much to his displeasure. “Well, now I guess we can throw a party.”

“Why don’t you guys like each other again?” Yoongi asked suddenly, not expecting a real answer because it was always the same. “Because we just don’t.” You said with a grimace. There it is, Yoongi thought to himself.

“Yeah, but why? Like seriously. I’m curious.” He turned to you with a serious expression that You weren't expecting in this way. You shifted slightly in your seat trying to come up with an answer.

“Because...I don’t know, he’s an asshole.” You settled, not being able to come up with another answer.

“But he’s not though. He’s one of the best guys I know.” Yoongi nodded, very resolute in his stance. You laugh uncomfortably. “Why are you suddenly trying to sell me on him?”

“Because you two fight like cats and dogs whenever you’re together and I don’t know why. I kinda just wish it would stop to be honest with you.” You nearly flinched at the sincerity in his voice. The only thing Yoongi takes seriously are the people he cares about and his music.

“Well, what do you expect me to do when he literally disagrees with everything I say and always has an answer for everything and frankly he’s just annoying.” You rattled off defensively.

Yoongi sighed exhaustedly. “You’re both nasty to each other, Y/N, not just him. God, how long do I have to wait for you both to just admit that you’re attracted to each other?” He exasperated.

You couldn’t help but laugh obnoxiously. “Yoongi, what the fuck?”

“I’m serious, Y/N. I think what you guys need is a good fuck to get it out of your system.” He decided as you contemplated whether he was of sound mind. “Then we can tell whether you really hate each other or if it’s just pent up sexual tension.”

“Yoongi, don’t be ridiculous. That man hates me. Besides, I would never let that happen.” You protested, a chill running up your spine at the thought, causing you to cringe.

“You never know.” Yoongi shrugged, then went back to channel surfing on his flat screen. Yeah, he’s definitely lost it, you thought regarding your best friend with a concerned look. You eventually left the apartment, sparing a glance at the building from outside to see Namjoon on the roof, caring for his many plants with a smile you never get to see on his face.

“But Y/N, you have to come! It’s Hani’s birthday!” Yoongi all-but shouted pleadingly over the phone.

“I understand that, but if Namjoon’s gonna be there then I’m not coming, she’ll understand.” You shrugged in an unconcerned manner with hooded lids as you added way too many bubbles than were necessary to your bath.

“Oh, get over yourself, Y/N! It’s her fucking birthday. Besides, who’s gonna be my wingman?” You scoffed, not liking his tone.

“Isn’t that why you invited Namjoon?” You huffed in frustration. This conversation was completely ruining your zen.

“No.” He caterwauled. “I didn’t invite him, someone else did. And you’re closer to her anyways. Please. If you love me at all, you will come anyway. I’ll talk to him. He won’t even come near you, I promise.” He begged.

“It’s a party Yoongi, I’m pretty sure you can’t promise that.” You rolled your eyes.

“Y/N. Please.” He spoke in a hushed, desperate tone that finally broke you.

“Fine, Yoongi. But you owe me.” You finally gave in.

“Of course I do. Thank you, Y/N!” He cheered and then the line was dead before you could curse him out. “Figures.” You sneered and continued to attempt to fill your bathtub with bubbles to the ceiling.

You walked into the club with Yoongi at your side and as much as you didn’t want to show up, you couldn’t help but get excited at the scene in front of you. You came out to support your friend, but if there was one thing that you liked to do, it was party.

All the bodies swaying in complete ecstasy, the colorful lights and the music booming in your ears. You promised yourself that you would make the most of the night for sure. You could see Hani waving you over from a VIP table in the back so you slapped Yoongi on the shoulder and led him there.

You immediately hugged Hani and wished her a happy birthday and greeted the other party goers, noticing Namjoon out of the corner of your eye. He was sitting on the outside of the booth, nursing a brown drink and watching the people in the club.

His face flickering with emotion as if he had multiple things on his mind. He wore all black of course, you noted, as he barely wears anything else. A t-shirt, a leather jacket, skinny jeans and boots graced his body and fit him very well, you noticed after watching him closely. Namjoon’s head suddenly turned to you as if he could feel your eyes on him and when their eyes met, you immediately looked away and began searching for alcohol.

You drank and danced then you drank and danced some more, dropping little nuggets of lovely information about your best friend to Hani throughout the night. You felt yourself entering the drunken land of no return that would eventually lead to Blackout Lane if you weren't careful.

But you decided when you walked in that you would have fun tonight, being careful was definitely not included in that deal so you took part in the next round of bottle service that was provided for the table with a bright smile. A smile that Namjoon found himself admiring from afar, unbeknownst to you. He was taking a pleasant stroll down Reckless Avenue himself and for some reason couldn’t take his eyes off of your exposed legs as they moved to the music so close to him.

Before his blurry vision could comprehend it, you were knocked over by some clumsy force in the crowd next to him. Somehow Namjoon’s reflexes were fast enough to catch you on your way to the ground and stop you from falling on your face. You looked around wildly in your drunken stupor, not even realizing what just happened or where you were. But when your eyes finally landed on Namjoon’s face above you, you pulled on a dazzling expression that neither of you were expecting.

“Well, hellooo there.” You drawled after the room stopped spinning, or stopped spinning as much and reached out to touch his face. He looked down at you in slight awe and allowed you to brush your fingers against his cheek gently, not really comprehending what was happening.

“You gonna help me up err what?” You asked playfully, a drunken giggle slipping through. “Oh, y-yeah. Sorry.” Namjoon spluttered, helping you to sit up on the couch next to him.

“Soooo, how are you?” You breathed in his ear. A chill ran down Namjoon’s spine as he was unaware that you were this close to him and the sudden sensation awoke something inside of him. Namjoon turned to you to find that you were actually pressed up against him and leaning further into him by the minute.

“Uh, pretty great now.” He smirked down at you with hooded lids. A smirk completely different from the one he gave you last week in his apartment.

“Ohohooh.” You chuckled buoyantly. “Would that have anything to do with me?” You purred, looking directly into his eyes with a gaze that looked similar to his, but Namjoon’s attention was stolen by your wandering fingers crawling across his leg. He looked back up at your suggestive eyes and lopsided grin, now sporting one of his own.

“Uh, yeahhh, I think it might.” You laugh drunkenly together, falling over each other as an excuse to be impossibly closer to one another.

“You smell really good.” You mused suddenly and followed the compliment up by taking a long whiff of his leather jacket and exhaling with a satisfied smile. It smelled just like you thought it would, expensive cologne and Yoongi’s apartment. “And you look really good in this jacket.” You continued to coo in his ear while you massaged his chest slowly.

“Well, you look...really fucking good in that dress.” He admitted with a shy laugh, allowing his gaze to drop to those legs of yours once again and acted on his urge to caress them. “You always do.” This pleased you as you let your head fall into the crook of his neck with a thud and crossed your legs in Namjoon’s direction.

It was just the two of you at that moment, two people whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears, acting on thoughts and feelings that had been suppressed and buried.

Namjoon could feel lips on his neck followed by generous nips and licks that made him shudder. He leaned away from you to get a look at your face. You looked up at him with those sultry hooded eyes.

He lifted a hand from your thigh to rest on your cheek and when you leaned into his touch, every possible doubt that Namjoon may have had flew out the window with his sobriety. What the hell, he thought as he connected your lips. You moaned into his mouth immediately as if this is what you had been waiting for all night, maybe even longer than that.

You didn’t care about what others would think if they saw the two of you drunkenly making out in public. The rest of the world ceased to exist and you were the only people on earth. Namjoon parted from you, breathing heavily. “Do you wanna get out of here?” He coaxed and you were nodding before he could finish his sentence.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You swooned and without thinking, the two of you were stumbling out of the club without saying a word to any of your friends and calling an uber to your place. You made yourselves busy during your wait, taking turns sticking your tongues down each other’s throats on the sidewalk outside of the club.

The car pulls up in no time and you stagger clumsily into the back seat where you continue the act that could only be described as swapping spit. Along the way you began reaching for Nomjoon’s belt, unbuckling it with expertise he didn’t know you had. He made no moves to stop you in his inebriated state as you worked your way past his jeans to his boxer briefs and finally reached his already hard cock.

You immediately began stroking him upon feeling him in your hand causing him to moan heavily into your mouth, the sounds of your actions being drowned out by the car radio. This spurred you on and you went at it faster, multitasking with that skillful tongue of yours, Namjoon noticed.

He fought back another moan and finally grabbed your hand, pausing your motion. “Heh, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” He whispered listlessly in your ear so that your driver wouldn’t be too suspicious. He couldn’t tell if he was choosing to ignore you or if he was truly oblivious to the handi happening in the back seat of his car. In any case, Namjoon was too hammered to care.

You hiccuped and pressed your lips to his ear before whispering back, “I want you to cum.” He shuddered at the sensation and the thought.

“Oh, yeah? Can I cum in that pretty little mouth of yours?” He backed up far enough to look you in your glazed over eyes and gripped your jaw firmly in his hand.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Anywhere you want.” You mumbled through his grip that made you wetter by the second. Namjoon now wore a deadly smirk directed at you.

“Anywhere I want...well, we’ll see about that, won’t we?” He suggested in a low voice that made you want to pull your panties to the side and swing your leg over his torso right there and then.

He reassured you with a nod, watching you smile cheekily and nod in agreement before attaching your lips once more in a heated kiss.

You finally arrive at your flat and the two story walk was charged with so much pent up sexual tension that when you finally managed to get the damned apartment door open, Namjoon had you pressed up against it in an instant. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, a mystery you were willing to leave unsolved based on how good they felt massaging your breasts and gripping your ass.

“Such a dirty little slut, trying to get me off in the car.” He breathed into your mouth roughly, pressing you further into the door as he forced his leg in between yours and grinded into your thigh.

“I just wanted to make you feel good.” You murmured shyly against his lips, mirroring his actions.

“Oh, you did,” He breathed heavily into your neck as he riddled it with hickies.

“I wanna make you feel good too.” He admitted looking into your eyes heatedly. You gazed back into his dark brown eyes with your eyes all-but drooping from intoxication, a teasing, eager smirk that curled up slightly at the corner of your mouth. “Yes.” You sighed with excitement.

He pounced on you once again at the affirmation. “Where is your bedroom?” He mumbled against your mouth, not even bothering to disconnect himself from you; the desperation too prominent. You began leading him forward and to the left where the door to your bedroom was, thanking God your roommate was out tonight.

You pulled him inside the room and spun around so his back was facing the bed, backing him up into it and climbing on top of him once the back of his knees hit the end of the bed.

He let out a slight yelp in surprise and then caught himself, but not before you could hear and release a giggle of triumph, connecting your mouths hungrily and sticking your tongue out to massage his once again.

He never once objected to the rough treatment as long as he was able to grip your round ass in his big hands. You whined when he groped you roughly through your dress and you grinded down into him in response. You let out a squeal when his hand suddenly came down on your ass hard.

“You like that, baby?” He coaxed haughtily. “Yes, please.” You purred as you attached your mouths again. He spanked you several times on each ass cheek and listened to your desperate moans as they were swallowed by him until he grew impatient.

“Take this off for me.” He whispered up to you in the silence of the dark room, pulling on your dress. You immediately removed yourself from him and peeled your dress from your body as he pulled off his shirt and hurriedly pushed his jeans down his ankles along with his boots.

You were both still in your underwear when you couldn’t contain yourself and climbed back on top of your supposed nemesis. He moaned at the now familiar taste of your lips and moved further up the bed to make room.

He gripped your waist and flipped you so that he was on top and suddenly assaulted your neck with his lips and tongue.

“Haah, yes, Namjoon.” You whispered softly up to the ceiling with your eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure.

“Yeah? I like when you say my name like that.” He panted against your neck. His warm breath wafting over your skin combined with the low drawl of his voice caused goosebumps to form all over your body.

“Say it again,” He ordered huskily.

“Make me say it again.” You challenged in a deep tone, wrapping your legs around his waist suggestively.

He acted instantly, tugging your underwear down your legs roughly and taking care of his briefs as well. He repositioned himself in between your legs and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Challenge accepted.” Namjoon acquiesced as he ran his tip up and down your folds to collect the endless moisture from your entrance.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking wet.” His face and tone held an adorable drunk giddiness at the discovery as he coated his cock in your juices.

“Please, fuck me Joon. I need you inside of me.” You whined, wrapping your legs tighter around his bare ass. He allowed you to pull him forward so that he slowly sunk inside, earning a breathless moan from you.

“Hoooh my God, that is big.” You grunted, gripping his forearms at the impact.

“I thought you were supposed to be saying my name.” He joked, lowering himself so that he rested on his forearms beside your head.

“I thought you were supposed to make me,” You smirked up at him sloppily.

“Oh, really?” He asked before thrusting into you strongly, pulling a choked gasp from you and causing your back to arch off the bed completely so that you were chest to chest.

Namjoon grinned arrogantly to himself as he kept up the steady pace and made sure he focused on that same spot each time. His vision was still a bit foggy so he couldn’t tell by your face, but the way your walls pulsed and gripped him for dear life gave him an idea of how he was doing. And the way you moaned and groaned underneath him gave him something to go off of as well.

“Look at you,” Namjoon breathed, peppering kisses along your exposed neck. “Taking my cock so well.” He admired you, picking up the pace and causing your mouth to fall open permanently to release a silent scream.

“Oh my god, yes. Please, daddy, make me take it.” You continued spouting drunken nonsense due to the euphoria he was giving you. Namjoon’s cock twitched inside of you at the new title and he was convinced he wasn’t gonna make it.

“Oh, so it’s daddy now? You can’t say my name, but you can drive me insane?” He panted, struggling to keep it together.

You smiled dreamily as if you found the situation funny. “I’m sorry, daddy, uugh, You just feel so good--aah! Fuck, your cock is so good.” You growled before pulling him down into a clumsy, wet kiss.

He moaned into your mouth when you clenched around him. “Oooh, you’re gonna make me cum sweetheart.”

“Please cum for me, please, I want your cum, daddy.” You insisted with his face in your hands and your body undulating wildy against him, adding to his torment.

He was going to pull out when your walls clamped down around him and you began fucking him back with abandon. He couldn’t leave even if he wanted to and boy did he never want to leave that sweet cunt as you came all over his cock and milked him for everything he had.

He tried to let you ride out your orgasm for as long as possible, until he finally collapsed on top of you. You had strength enough to push him off, but you were both limp, lifeless and spent. Both of you breathed heavily until you passed out.

You grimaced at the extreme dryness of your mouth and taste of rank liquor on your breath as you awoke the next morning. You opened your eyes and looked around in search of anything to get rid of it when you saw a figure moving out of the corner of your eye.

You screamed, going to move away from the possible danger when the figure jumped at the sound and let out a shout as well. Your eyes adjusted and you realized the person standing in your bedroom was…

“Namjoon?!” You gather the covers around your naked body as best you can when you recognize him. He gripped his chest to calm his pounding heart and his head to calm his pounding head before regarding you fully. “What the hell are you doing here? And where are your shoes?” You noticed as you looked him up and down.

He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration. “I was… just looking for them.” He mumbled guiltily. “I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I find them. Then we never have to talk about this ever again.” Namjoon just continued his search for his boots once more.

His abashed tone of voice, the disastrous state of the room as well as Namjoon himself and your nude form began to instill panic in you. You didn’t want to put the pieces together, but reality was beginning to set in.

“Never talk about what ever again, Namjoon?” You asked, unable to hide the dread in your voice. “What happened last night?” You continued when you were met with pregnant silence.

Namjoon paused his search and still with his eyes squeezed shut as if he was genuinely trying to erase information from his brain. “Please don’t make me say it, Y/N.” He pleaded desperately.

“Well, I don’t wanna say it!” You squealed frantically, pulling the covers impossibly closer to you as some kind of support system.

“Great!” Namjoon resounded with a new determined optimism. “So neither of us will say it, not now, not ever.” He exasperated, making his way over to you. “I’m totally fine with taking this to my grave if you are.”

You let the realization wash over you with a chill. "Oh my God…oh… my God!" Your eyes bulged out of their sockets, but you couldn't bring yourself to look Namjoon in the eye.

"But I can't–I don't remember a thing." You rubbed your makeup stained eyes and sighed, feeling ashamed.

Namjoon just rolled his eyes again. "Neither do I."

When you concentrated hard enough you got very small glimpses of the night before. Multi-colored lights flashing to the heavy beat of the music. A flickering memory of being in a moving car. Warm skin underneath your roaming hands. The feeling of hands all over you. The sound of your own thrilled gasps and sighs and the lasting tingle from rough treatment on your ass. Your eyes grew wide and you became flustered when you realized you could still feel the sting of… you caught a chill, unable to finish the thought.

You've been blackout drunk a few times, but you've never done anything this reckless. And with your sworn enemy no less. You couldn’t help, but wonder what people would say. Namjoon isn’t exactly someone you thought about bringing home to mom–

“Namjoon?” Your voice somehow came out even more shaken than before.

He acknowledged you with a short hum after finally locating his boots.

“Did we use a… a condom?”

His head suddenly popped up at full attention. “I...I don’t remember. Honestly… I don’t think so.” He trailed off guiltily.

Your head dropped to your knees in front of you with a hopeless thunk. “Oh, great. So it gets better.” You whimpered.

“Don’t freak out, I’m clean.” He tried to reassure you.

“Thanks, Namjoon, but that’s not exactly what I’m worried about.” Although you had to admit, it did make you feel slightly better about this nightmare.

“Oh...ohhh.” He slowly came to realize your fears. “Um, we’ll just take care of it.” He offered with a shrug.

You whipped your head to gawk in his direction. “Oh, we will?”

He nodded quickly with a far away look in his eyes. “Yeah, uh, I’ll take you to get the um, the Plan C stuff or whatever. And then we can forget this ever happened.” You don’t think you’ve ever rolled your eyes so hard.

“Glad to see you're finally taking responsibility for something, Namjoon.” You sass on your way to the bathroom for a much needed shower, sheet dress and all.

“Hey, it takes two to tango, princess.” He shot right back.

“Oh, please, don’t start, Namjoon.”

“You literally started it.”

“Fine! Whatever! Let’s just get this over with. I’ll go get dressed. I hope you don’t have any plans.”

“Alright, how much is it?” Namjoon stopped outside of the drug store and pulled out his wallet. Your face twisted up in confusion, but you replied anyway. “Uh, forty dollars? Maybe fifty? I don’t know, I've never done this before.”

“Well, here’s sixty dollars just in case.” Namjoon snatched the money out of his wallet and held it out to you. You looked at the cash and then up at him.

“Why the hell are you giving it to me?”

“So you can give it to the cashier? For the pill? Jesus Y/N, we just talked about this–” His tone was amenable, but his face screamed ‘are you stupid?’

“Oh, I know, I was there. You can give it to the cashier yourself.” You grumbled, shoving the money into his chest and walking to the door before Namjoon pulled you back to him by your arm.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no way, I can’t go in there.”

“And why not?” You deadpanned with your arms crossed.

He sputtered for a couple seconds, at a loss for words. “I just, it’s… it’s embarrassing, okay?” He leaned down and muttered to you even though there was literally no one around.

You stared at him blankly, struggling to keep it together. “How do you think I feel, Namjoon?!”

“I don’t know! I’m sorry, but I can’t.” He shrugged.

“That’s really cute, but you are sadly mistaken if you think I’m going in there alone. Like you said it takes two to tango, right? So we’re gonna go in there and endure the shame and embarrassment together. I’m not asking.” You stated sternly, leaving no room for denial. “Fine!” He gave in, huffing heavily and storming into the store. “Let’s just hurry up.”

You followed after him, surprised to see him going further into the store than was needed. “Uh, Namjoon? The pill would be behind the counter, why are you in the snack aisle?”

“Uh, because Y/N,” He mocked in a voice that definitely sounded nothing like you. “You didn’t exactly prepare a hot breakfast for me this morning, I’m hungry.” He retorted, studying the corner chip section. You rolled your eyes and your heart stopped when they landed on a familiar form in the back of the store. “Holy shit.” You gasped, trying to control your breathing.

“What?” Namjoon mumbled absentmindedly, infatuated by the Dorito selection.

“Yoongi, he’s here.”

Namjoon immediately looked up frantically. “Where?”

Before you could answer, Namjoon saw him and without hesitation he pulled your literally scared stiff body into the snack aisle by your waist. Your body was pressed against the shelving and you heard the bags compress and crumple under you as Namjoon stumbled into you nervously.

You looked down at his hands still on your waist then up at his anxious eyes that were just as wide as yours and you both were seemingly searching the other for answers. “What do we do now?” He whispered, his breathing picking up slightly at the thought of being found out.

“I don’t know, you’re making me nervous.” You whisper yelled back.

“We have to get out of here, Y/N–”

“No!” You denounced the idea quickly with a scowl. “There’s no way we can leave without him seeing us and I am not leaving without that pill.”

“Well he obviously didn’t see us come in. We can get it later, we just have to wait him out.” He tried to reason hopefully.

You only looked at him dumbfounded with wide eyes. “We don’t know how long he’s gonna be!”

“Well, you got any bright ideas, ‘cause you’re kinda just standing here doing a whole bunch of nothing, princess.” He chided sharply.

You bit your lip in frustration. “You call me princess one more time and I will personally shove my foot so far–”

“Namjoon.” You heard a painfully familiar voice utter from behind you. You didn’t have time to react before the boy in question looked up at his roommate and simultaneously pushed you further into the aisle and began walking towards him. You let out a yelp as you almost went crashing into the shelving of chip bags.

You got yourself together, but decided to travel in the opposite direction to the next aisle desperately hoping Yoongi didn’t need anything from that section.

“Hey, bro.” Namjoon greeted him, clasping his hand and pulling him into a bro hug.

“Hey! What happened to you last night? You didn’t come home.” His roommate couldn’t help, but wonder. Namjoon froze for a millisecond before quickly bullshitting a story.

“Yeah, uh, an old buddy of mine called. Yeah, he said he was in the area so I went to go see him.”

Yoongi’s brows furrowed skeptically. “At two in the morning?”

“Yeah, he’s always been a night owl. Yeah, we figured, uh, that we would be up all night catching up so yeah, I just stayed over there.” He nodded unconvincingly, but Yoongi nodded along anyway. “Oh, okay. What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, needed some, some weed killer f-for the garden.” He blurted without thinking, mentally face palming himself immediately.

“Your potted plants grow weeds?” Another bewildered stare from Yoongi caused Namjoon’s hands to begin to sweat.

“I mean not exactly, but it’s always nice to be prepared.”

Your best friend just nodded, giving up on trying to understand his roommate’s behavior. “I mean if you say so man. I’m just worried because I haven’t been able to get a hold of Y/N since last night.” He shares with sudden uneasiness and then looks up as if he’s made a discovery. “You both actually left around the same time,” He gathered. “Have you heard from her?”

“No!” Namjoon answers a little too quickly before realizing he should probably lower his voice. “I mean, what? We don’t even talk so no, I haven’t heard from her. You know me, I would never-no, no, I haven’t seen or heard from her since last night. You know, I think she actually left a little before me so, yeah, no, nothing, sorry.” He pushed out astonishingly in one breath, nodding in approval of his own alibi.

Namjoon hates that he can’t quite read the look on Yoongi’s face, especially after flat out lying to him. The older boy only narrowed his eyes, licked his lips and finally nodded once more. “Oh, okay, then. Guess I’ll keep trying.”

“Yeah, good luck, man.”

Yoongi thanks him and pays for his heart-shaped chocolate assortment, most likely as a late gift for Hani, and says he’ll see Namjoon back at the apartment. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Yoongi was finally out of sight. He went back to retrieve you to find you huddled in the candy aisle, hugging your knees as if you were hiding from a serial killer. You looked up at him restlessly.

“He’s gone.” You were shocked when he offered a hand to you to help you up, but you took it anyway and you both made your way to the counter.

After you finally get your hands on the tablet, you both exit the store silently, stopping right outside the door. “So,” You started with no real goal in mind. Namjoon sucked his teeth awkwardly and nodded before repeating, “So,”

You both stood there for a second, unbeknownst to each other, trying to gauge what the other was thinking.

“I’m sorry for, uh, for pushing you back there, that was maybe a little unnecessary.” He decided.

“Oh, it’s fine.” You wave it off and shake your head carelessly.

You suddenly wondered if maybe the idiot in front of you wasn’t so bad. You scold yourself in that moment because all he did was hold his hand to you, but that’s probably the closest he’s ever been to attempting to be nice to you and you have to admit it felt a lot better than arguing all the time.

“Actually,” He spoke suddenly, regarding his shiny new bag of Doritos. “Let me make it up to you.”

Your face only screwed up in confusion at his offer. These are words you never thought this human being would say, let alone, to you. “Let me buy you… a meal or something. Where do you like to eat?” He questioned with an apologetic look on his face.

You could only stand there in disbelief, but eventually put it together that this was actually happening. “Oh, you’re serious?” You asked with raised brows.

Namjoon rolled his eyes briefly before answering, “Yes, Y/N, I’m serious.”

“You really don’t have to do that.” You faltered, imagining how awkward a meal with just you and Namjoon would be. What would you even talk about? How much you hate each other?

“This is just fine.” You pointed at the drugstore bag that contained your pill.

He looked down at you desperately. “Y/N, please, just let me do this.” It seemed he wasn’t taking no for an answer, and you had a hard time saying no to that face surprisingly. “Okay, okay, fine. Um, there’s a Chinese place not far from here.”

“Great.” He smiled, triumphantly and then you were on your way.

It was strange inviting Namjoon, your least favorite person and arch nemesis, to one of your favorite spots where you, Yoongi and your actual friends frequent. He seemed a bit out of place, but you were sure it was because he was with you. The most time you’ve ever spent together was probably last night and you don’t even remember it.

The waiter sat you down in a cozy booth and left you alone to peruse the menu and you immediately tried to awkwardly consume the tablet. It was completely silent apart from the eerie Cantonese music that was playing softly on the restaurant speakers. You picked at the edge of the laminated sheet in your hands nervously, not knowing what to do in this situation.

You peeked up from over the edge of your menu to see how Namjoon was fairing with all of this to find him already looking up at you with a thoughtful expression. He quickly averted his gaze back to the food options in the blink of an eye. You could feel your face heating up from second hand embarrassment… or was it first hand. Nevermind that, you had to say something to break up all this awkward or you were sure you would combust.

You clear your throat quickly. “So what’s my range?”

Namjoon looks up questioningly. “Your range?”

“My price range.” You cut yourself off from hurling a childish insult at him. Things were going well so far, no one was screaming or crying and you wanted to keep it that way.

“Oh, uh,” His eyes glided over the menu briefly before looking back at you with an easy grin and saying, “Go nuts.”

“Oh,” You smirked. “Say no more.” You ordered the duck platter with pancakes, white rice and steamed veggies and Namjoon got the orange chicken with white rice as well.

The conversation was very strained as you predicted, the sound of forks hitting plates and the occasional ‘how is yours?’ were all that could be heard and it was quite honestly driving you insane. If you had to dine with the enemy, the least you could do was make the most of it.

“So, how’s that ‘buddy of yours’ from out of town doing?” You quizzed him with air quotes and a genuine chuckle.

Namjoon ran a troubled hand over his face in humiliation. “You heard that? I have no idea where that came from, that was so bad.” He cringed at the memory.

“Yeah, it really was. It’s like you’ve never lied before.” You laughed freely, poking your duck with your fork before shoving it in your mouth. He came to his own defense with his hands raised before his full mouth could catch up.

“Hey now, I never said I was the best at it and I was put on the spot. I would like to have seen you do better.”

“Oh, no. Thank God that was all you buddy. I mean weed killer? Really?” You gibed playfully.

“Like I said, I would love to see you do better, pri–” He stopped short, his lighthearted smirk turned apologetic. “Sorry.” He murmured, going back to picking at his food.

“It’s okay,” You forgave him immediately. “Thanks for not saying it.” You give him some credit. He nodded in understanding. There were a few short moments of silence before he spoke up again. “I’m sorry for last night too.” You looked him over skeptically as he continued.

“I never wanted to… to take advantage of you, that wasn’t my intention,” He sighed, struggling for the right words when you quickly interjected. His eyes are still locked on his half eaten plate.

“No! Namjoon, no, you didn’t, it’s fine, I’m fine,” You try to convince him.

“That doesn’t make it okay, I didn’t actually have your consent.”

“No, you didn’t.” You agree, finally making him look up in shock and fear. “You may not have had my sober consent, but… you have my forgiveness.” You admit truthfully. His features soften significantly with joy, but he still can’t find the right words somehow.

“I just hope you can forgive me too. It takes two to tango, remember?” You both wore matching somber smiles now, knowing you were both at fault for what happened. He nodded accordingly. “Thank you. I forgive you, Y/N.”

“Thank you… What exactly do people talk about after a conversation like that?” You ask sincerely, causing Namjoon to chuckle. “I don’t exactly know, um… did you hear about the cheese maker who got sent to maximum security prison?” He asked earnestly.

“What the fuck, no,” You snort, wondering what this guy did to land himself in there.

“He’s being kept in solid-dairy confinement.” He finished with a smug smirk and immediately you were gathering your things, or pretending to, you haven’t fully decided. “Well, thanks for dinner Namjoon, but after that, I have to go.” You both laughed as you were still on the move.

“But you haven’t even finished your food.”

“That joke ruined my appetite.” You both laughed and you decided to stay a little longer. You carry on like this, making light hearted jokes and small talk and for the first time you actually feel relaxed around him. You didn’t need to worry if he was going to make fun of the outfit you spent all morning putting together, or if he would send you shady looks that made you self-conscious and feel like lashing out at him before he could say anything.

It felt like you could actually let your guard down for once as he held the door for you on your way out of the restaurant.

“Thank you for dinner, Namjoon, really.” You say for the second time tonight, only this time you meant it. “Oh, it’s no problem.” He shrugged quickly as his eyebrows furrowed slightly and he worried his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Once you stood on the curb, you looked at his soft, pensive features as he looked back at you and you wondered if he was thinking the same thing. “You alright?”

“This can’t happen again.” was Namjoon’s serious reply, his demeanor suddenly taking a left turn causing your face to fall and then contort into the glower you usually wear whenever he’s around, all in the blink of an eye. “And I mean no one can know about this–”

“Yeah, I got it, Namjoon.” You interrupted strongly. “I heard you the first time.” You glared at him before walking away, scoffing for ever believing he could change.

He just stood there, his remorseful gaze fixed on you as you strutted angrily away from him.

Namjoon finally arrived back at the apartment after a short uber ride looking dejected with his head hanging down.

“Oh, you’re finally home I see.” The all too familiar voice startled him, causing him to whip his head up to find Yoongi lounging on the couch.

“Yeah, just needed to take care of some things.” His voice was tired as he hung up his leather jacket.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his roommate's behavior. “Right… where’s your weed killer?”

Namjoon looked down at his empty hands, realizing he had forgotten to cover up his tracks. “They were out. Next time.” He collapses on the couch next to Yoongi, the events of the last twenty-four hours beginning to take its toll on him.

“You okay, man?”

“Yeah.” Namjoon sighed.

“You seem a little down. You wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t know, I just… I thought,” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t go to my friend’s last night, I lied.” He was surprised that Yoongi only nodded with furrowed brows, inviting him to continue calmly.

“I went… I got really hammered and slept with… I slept with someone and,” He sighed deeply with his head in his hands. “I could have gotten a girl pregnant last night. I mean I think it’s fine now, but… that was close.” He stared blankly at the black television screen in front of him as flashes of last night appeared in his mind.

Whack!

“Dude, what the hell?!” Namjoon shouted, rubbing at the back of his head where Yoongi had just slapped the memories right out of him.

“You almost got my best friend pregnant?!” Yoongi flipped, displaying the most emotion Namjoon has ever seen from him.

Namjoon sputters and looks up at him with crazed eyes. “You… hold on, you knew about that?”

“I wish I didn’t. It wasn’t hard to piece together. I mean you didn’t exactly keep a low profile when you left at the exact same time. I looked away for one second and you both disappeared before I could say anything and neither of you would answer my calls. I wanted you two to get together Namjoon, but not like this! How could you make a mistake like this? I mean, my God, be responsible!” He chastised discernibly.

“I’m sorry! Look, neither one of us knew what we were doing and when we woke up we couldn’t remember a single thing!” He defended with hands raised to avoid any further abuse.

“Oh, I’m sure of it,” Yoongi chuckled. “the way you two were drinking like fucking fish last night. But I do think you two knew what you were doing.”

Namjoon’s face contorted in confusion. “You just said yourself we made a stupid mistake.”

“And you did. The two fucking idiots, I have for best friends, don’t even know they like each other so they had to get black out drunk to avoid the possible rejection.” Your best friend reasoned as if he had it all figured out.

“Yoongi, what? You sound ridiculous, please don’t make this something it’s not.” Namjoon begged with clenched eyelids and waving hands.

“I know what it is. It’s two stubborn idiots who don’t wanna admit they want each other. And only God knows why.”

Namjoon stammers at a loss before finally breaking down and sighing defeatedly. “I mean, what do you want me to say, huh? Fine, she’s great, okay? Is that what you wanna hear? She’s actually really funny and sweet and really attractive,” He trailed off in bewilderment. “But it’s too late, she hates my guts.” He finished looking down.

“Why?!” Yoongi cried, jumping up from the couch and facing Namjoon. “I seriously never understood this disdain you both hold for one another and neither of you will tell me what happened.”

“It was a long time ago… it’s not important.” He shook his head

“It is, you literally hate each other and I just wanna help. There’s obviously something there and you two are choosing to ignore it because of some shit that happened years ago probably.”

“No, you just wanna play matchmaker.”

“You know I’m right.” Namjoon just rolled his eyes before looking at Yoongi with a beaten expression. “Just tell me.” Yoongi entreats again and this time his roommate actually gives in. “Fine.”

He opens his mouth and then closes it, all of a sudden thinking extremely hard about what he was going to say. He realizes he doesn’t know, or he’s lost his train of thought? He reaches as far back as he can for traces of the two of you being at odds, but he can’t seem to find the object of it all, a basis or defining point that would warrant your dislike for one another. It’s like it simply just happened.

Yoongi comes to the conclusion all on his own, he actually came to it years ago. He smirked arrogantly and crossed his arms over his chest. “You don’t remember, do you?”

“I… I guess I don’t.” Your foe replied with wide, disoriented eyes.

“Of course,” He rolls his eyes disappointedly. “Now that that pathetic train wreck is over, you need to tell her how you feel.”

Namjoon’s eyes only widened with helplessness. “And how do I feel? W-what do I say?” Yoongi couldn’t help himself as he touched his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose and sighed impatiently. “What you just told me. You think she’s funny, sweet and pretty.”

The proud owner of the rooftop garden just shook his head defiantly. “No, she won’t believe me. All of a sudden I just confess my feelings for her after years of hating her? She’ll think I’m mocking her.”

“Not if you’re being sincere. I mean, I’m proud to be the catalyst of this future union, but I can’t do everything. So, are you serious about this?”

In that moment all Namjoon could see was your gutted face as you walked away from him on that sidewalk. Flashes of your beautiful smile turning to a scowl whenever he caught you looking at him or when he said something that rubbed you the wrong way.

He never wanted to be the person to make you frown. He thought he was only dishing out what was given to him, all this time he was just playing his role. He doesn’t know why he said any of those things to you and desperately wishes he could take all of it back. With a nod he decided that he would try to do just that.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay… okay, I’ll go now.” There was a new determined air about him as he got up from the couch and started towards the door.

“Woah, hot shot.” Yoongi placed a hand on his roommate’s chest, halting his movement. “You might wanna hit the showers first, I can tell it’s been a long day if you know what I mean.” Yoongi teased pinching his nose. Namjoon laughed in agreement and headed for the shower instead. When he returned Yoongi wore an excited smile with his phone in hand.

“New plan.” He prompted. “Y/N just called saying she was stuck in the rain at a bus stop on 7th and Sunset, but the bus doesn’t seem to be coming. So, I told her I’d pick her up.”

“Oh, ok?” Namjoon faltered, figuring he would just have to talk to you some other time.

“But it won’t be me picking her up. It’ll be you.” Yoongi explained smoothly.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes in confusion. “But won’t she just be more upset that I’m not you?” Yoongi sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. “Don’t think about it. She’ll be happy one of us came to get her. Now hurry before she goes home soaked.” He hissed, pushing his best friend out the door with his car keys in hand.

You watch the heavy rain fall around you like bullets with a grimace fixed on your face. It pounded and splashed on the roof and the sides of the sheltered bus stop. The vicious nature of the rain and fierceness of the crackling thunder only added to the animosity you felt about the events of today.

A bitter laugh escaped you amongst the chaos. Of course Namjoon isn’t cool or kind or easy to talk to or any of those things you saw at the restaurant. He made you feel better about last night and apologized just to throw it back in your face that none of it was real like the sadist he is.

To make matters worse, you don’t hate Namjoon, you never did. So it just hurt that much more when it was made clear that the small sliver of hope you had that he could be a decent human being was destroyed. You can’t help, but wonder what you did to deserve this.

You can’t say you were surprised because this is the Namjoon you were used to, but what did you ever do to him for him to treat you this way for so long? Your relationship with the irksome gardener had been strained before, but after today you never wanted to see him again.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice call from the street in front of you. You look up to find the man of the hour waving at you from Yoongi’s car window. “Hey, Y/N!” He smiled bashfully at you through the rain. “I’m here to take you home.”

“Go fuck yourself!” You yelled to him calmly, causing his face to fall and his waving to cease. “Where’s Yoongi?!”

“Uh, he couldn’t make it, s-something came up.” He spluttered. “But he sent me instead to make sure you got home safe and dry.”

“Yeah, no, I’d rather drown, thanks.” You deadpanned, unmoving on the bench.

“Y/N, please just let me take you home–”

“Please, kindly suck my dick!”

Namjoon starts to get out of the car and you yell for him to stop. “If you come over here, I’m walking away and you will have made the trip for nothing.” He continues towards you with determination. “Not for nothing.” He grumbled under his breath.

You huffed in frustration when you saw him getting closer to you. “Well, I guess we’re getting wet.” You proceed to be pelted by rain drops, getting soaked immediately as soon as you exited the shelter.

“Wait! Y/N, stop!” He yelped in the distance.

“I think I’m okay!” You toss over your shoulder. He began to run to catch up with you and eventually he was by your side taking up your brisk pace.

His brows furrowed deeply, his hair dropping from a styled shape to cover his forehead. “Why didn’t you stop?”

Your face scrunches up in disgruntled confusion. “Um, because I didn’t want to?”

“Well, are you okay?” He sighed pathetically at his own words.

You scoff loudly. “As if you care.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Look, just slow down for a sec, let’s talk.” He was legitimately struggling to keep up with the pace you set. Your eyes widened as much as they could while the rain obscured your vision. And you actually almost stopped in your tracks at the audacity of his words.

“Talk?! Now you wanna talk? About what? We have nothing to talk about.”

He breathed heavily, at a loss for words. He was beginning to shiver from the cold rain while you looked completely unbothered in only a leather jacket and jeans. “I wanna talk about… I wanna talk about what happened last night.”

Your face screwed up into another pained grimace at the arrogant behavior. “I was under the impression that we were taking that to our graves. Usually that means you never bring it up again.”

“I was wrong to say that, okay?!” Namjoon exasperated. “I think we should discuss it.”

“Well, tough shit because I’m done talking.” You shook your head resolutely and continued to trudge forward.

“Well, if you won’t talk at least just listen.” He stressed. What choice do I have? You griped in your head. “What I said to you was completely uncalled for, as was every rude thing I’ve ever said to you and I’m sorry.”

You turn to face him wildly, still marching briskly without a care for what was in front of you. You couldn’t help yourself and without your permission you were hissing a response. “Sorry like you were earlier? Is this the part where you remind me that we never had this conversation?”

You picked up the pace with blind rage, putting distance between the two of you. “Y/N, stop!” Namjoon shouted from his position behind you. “You know what, I’m over your bullshit apologies, Namjoon!” You threw over your shoulder.

“Y/N, please stop, there’s a–”

“Save it! You can take that fake ass apology and shove right up your hairy–”

Strong arms wrap around you swiftly, lifting you up and around as you let out a piercing scream. You felt the car whoosh in front of you and then you were back on the pavement in a matter of seconds with your arms enveloping each other tightly.

You panted heavily, the rain making it hard to get a proper breath in. With the added adrenaline rush, you almost felt like you were suffocating. “Are you alright?” His voice brought you back to reality and you focused on his forlorn eyes feeling sure you looked worse. “I-I think so… Thank you.” You marveled at him unsure of what to say.

Namjoon’s arms never lose their hold on you and you were just glad to have something to keep you upright. His face contorts with a myriad of emotions. “I really am sorry, Y/N. For everything. I don't know what happened to us, I don’t know what I did to make you hate me, but I desperately wish I could take it back.” He sighed earnestly. All you could do was look at him dumbfoundedly while he poured his heart out.

“What you did? How about you tell me what I did since you hate me so much?” You accused with furrowed brows.

He mirrored your expression. “What? No, what-I don’t hate you, I was just acting that way because I thought you hated me.”

“That’s ridiculous, I thought… I just did all that stuff because I thought you didn’t like me from the beginning.” You were utterly lost, nothing made sense.

“No!” He protested before taking a breath. “I… I like you, Y/N.” He paused as you gulped in astonishment. He saw that as an opportunity to continue apprehensively. “I think you’re sunny, pweet and fretty, fuck, that’s not right.” He looked down to regroup while you huffed out a nervous laugh at his expense.

He looked back up with determination, blinking the rain out of his eyes. “I think you’re hilarious and kind and… fucking beautiful.” You both laugh freely as Namjoon reaches up to cradle your face and stroke your wet cheek. “And my only regret about last night is that I don't remember it. I don’t expect this to make up for all that I’ve done, I just had to let you know. And at the very least, I hope you can forgive me.”

You study his features closely, deciding that he and his words were truly genuine. You then place a hand on either side of his face and pull him towards you, landing a wanton kiss on his lips. It was returned by Namjoon wholeheartedly who deepened the kiss and pressed your wet bodies impossibly closer together.

The drops of water on each of your faces melded together as your nose brushed against his. You smiled against his lips at the sensation you felt him do the same, stealing a few more slow pecks before you parted.

“I forgive you… Do you forgive me?” You queried, toying with the wet strands at the base of his neck. He chuckled. “Yes, Y/N, I forgive you.”

You both lean in for another kiss and right as your lips touch a deafening crack of thunder has you parting in shock. “Let’s get you home, huh? Before we get struck by lightning.” Namjoon offered with a nervous laugh. “Yes, please.” You replied as the two of you ran back to the car hand in hand.

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denkamis · 4 years ago

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Can you please write a fluff one shot about a sk8 the infinity like his girlfriend/boyfriend/s/o falls asleep on him

to anon: omg first request omgomg thank you so much for sending one in! i wasn’t sure which sk8 character you were referring to, so i decided to write one for both reki and langa! hope you don’t mind hehe <3 this is the one for reki, the one for langa will take a little bit longer bc of valentine’s & other requests but i hope you like this one regardless!

warnings: none, just some fluffy times with the best boy. reader is gn!

word count: 1.3k

sleepyhead. (reki x reader)

Late nights were certainly not a rare occurrence with your boyfriend, Reki. He was filled to the brim with energy and passion that practically flowed out of him like a geyser. Not that you were opposed to that at all, you found that it was one of the qualities that made you fall for him in the first place. Though, you worried that he wasn’t taking into consideration his own personal health during these late night excursions. Take for instance tonight, as it was slowly approaching two thirty am, it seemed that the redhead had no clear intention of stopping his work.

The two of you were cooped up in his workshop behind his house, Reki singing along to some “cool jams” as he called them. In reality, it was his Spotify playlist of the “best 2000’s alternative” music like Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne and Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low. You were barely hanging onto your string of consciousness, the mere idea of sleep sounding like absolute heaven at this very moment. You were propped up on a stool in the corner, the stack of skating magazines Reki had given you to flick through in case you got bored now sat in a neat pile off to the side. You had read each one of them front to back twice already tonight.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love spending time with Reki. You enjoyed listening to his midnight ramblings of whatever came to mind. His ideas for new boards, designs for stickers, and other creative ways to beat his future S opponents were usually his topics of interest. No one really noticed how much of an imaginative person your boyfriend was. He could be impulsive and over excited at times, but his fantastic mind and his willingness to create made your heart soar. Not only that, but he was fairly handy when it came to fixing up and assembling his own boards like he was some mad scientist waiting for one of his many experiments to go right. You indulged him as much as you could, you really did enjoy his company. Even if you would much rather be curled up beside him snuggling in bed rather than hear Reki precariously make his way through the lyrics of Check Yes Juliet for what seemed like the seventh time.

“Reki,” you spoke up finally as the analog clock on the wall indicated the current time of two forty-three am. Reki looked up from Langa’s custom longboard, hair bouncing about despite already being contained by the headband he wore everyday. “Yeah?” he asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder only to see your weary eyelids and tired expression. His entire demeanour melted, lips jutted out in a tiny pout upon seeing his poor baby so tired.

He backed away from his worktable, dancing and tiptoeing across the floor to avoid stepping on any spare parts or tools he had left lying about his mishmash of a workshop.

“Is baby tired?” he cooed, sawdusted fingers beginning to tug and pinch at the corners of your cheeks. You groaned in annoyance, your sleep deprived state causing you to be a tad more irritable at this hour. “Reki,” you repeated in a more serious tone, ember coloured irises meeting your e/c ones. His calloused hands moved to cup your face, warmth enveloping you in a way that felt like home. The scent of pine and the remnants of orange crush soda invaded your senses. He smiled at you with that goofy face of his, the one that Langa constantly teased for being weird. Maybe it was your sleepy nature, but he looked even more gorgeous in the harsh LED lighting of his garage. Tiny strands of his auburn hair fell in front of his face as he tilted his head to the side, his smile growing as he watched your eyes begin to droop.

“Please. Let’s go to bed,” you asked of him as kindly yet firmly as you could. Reki clicked his tongue a bit, thinking for a moment before delivering a cute peck to your nose. “A few more minutes! Then we can head inside, grab a cookie or two and crawl into bed together! It’ll be just a jiffy okay? Here, you can even set an alarm,” Reki was already reaching for his phone in his hoodie pocket so that you could do just as he suggested. He stopped in his tracks as he felt your hands clasp around his hoodie, pulling him close so that you could hug his torso. He laughed at how clingy you could be while being so sleepy, his hand patting atop your head as a form of affection.

“Wow, you really are.. sleeping,” Reki’s voice trailed off as he looked down to be greeted by you completely passed out against him. Your arms held your boyfriend close, your face buried within the fabric of his yellow skater boy hoodie. Soft snores escaped you, your breathing slowed and calm as you finally let your consciousness slip out of your ever fleeting grasp. Reki’s face began to bloom with colour the longer he stared at you, panic setting in as he realized what was truly happening.

You had fallen asleep against him. Oh shit. Oh god. You were asleep against him. That meant you were so comfortable that you just so happened to pass out in his arms. Reki bit back a giddy smile, warmth cascading through him in a form of nothing but love radiating solely for you at nearly three in the morning. His heart thumped rapidly against his rib cage. No matter how long he had been with you, he kept discovering new things about you that made him absolutely lose his mind. You falling asleep against him definitely being one of those many things. You looked so peaceful, so unbothered and safe within his embrace. This warmth you had given him overtook his will to keep working, his hands moving your hair out of the way of your face to kiss your forehead.

“Sorry for making you stay up, sweet baby,” he apologized in a quiet tone. His hands moved your arms to around his neck, using his strength to lift you up and wrap your legs securely around his waist. “I can’t say I’m not grateful for you being here for me, though. You could have left too, yet you stayed here for me,” Reki spoke to your sleeping form. The fact that you had stayed up with him this late made him even more grateful to have you. Reki grunted a bit as he adjusted to the newfound weight of you around him, your hair getting in his mouth and his eyes squinting to find the light switch so that he could flick it off before leaving. Reki was always careful with you, handling you as if you were a sort of glass figurine he barely even had the permission to touch.

“You look so damn cute like this, y’know,” he continued to speak as he maneuvered his way about his house, trying his best to subdue his footsteps and make as little noise as possible. He didn’t want to wake up his mom or little sisters. “Man, I’m so lucky. Seriously really lucky to have someone like you in my life.”

In your sleep, you subconsciously nuzzled your head against his chest. He melted a bit, holding back a tiny noise of happiness as he began to beam like an idiot holding his partner. You were the most amazing person, the person who made him happy every single day without fail, the person who picked him up no matter how much he bailed or got hurt. He loved you more than anything, and he wanted to treat you as well as you treated him. Even if it meant carrying you to bed after a late night of him talking your ear off about skateboarding for three consecutive hours.

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bestruction · 4 years ago

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Falling in love with a marleyan pt1

N/a: this request got me thinking a lot 😅 i guess that's why is so long and because of that, i'll be making a pt2 for Eren. I'm sorry for it, anon and thank you for sharing such great ideia with me💞 please let me know if you like it

(I inspired myself a little bit in this hc)

You can read the pt.2 here

- Reiner Braun

Since you were the daughter of an important general of the Marley army, you were always around in the headquarters learning about the military service. It was your dad's wish that you could bring honor to the family and for the country.

You never understood really well the importance of all that. You were just a kid.

So when he got busy, you preferred to walk around looking for something interesting instead of listening to hours of a conversation you didn't even understand.

And that's how you met Reiner.

One day, after picking up some book about the history of Marley and Eldia, you went to the patio to sit under the shade of a tree to read. Not long after, other children appeared, running and tired, and since you were behind the tree, none of them had noticed you until then.

“Take a breath and try to reach us later, Reiner. The commander will not like it if you don't finish the training ” said an older voice.

You heard footsteps drift away, and only the owner of the painting breath stays.

You were curious to know who it was since you had never seen children in the area. You came out from behind the tree with the tissue you carried in your pocket in hand to offer to the sweaty stranger.

He was astonished at first, and you noticed the golden armband on his arm.

He was an eldian warrior candidate.

Reiner stared at you for a few more seconds before accepting the tissue. He was afraid to offend whoever you were. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and bit his lips, not knowing whether to keep the delicate tissue or give it back.

The tissue dirty with the sweat of an eldian, but still the tissue of a Marley citizen.

"You can keep it if you want"

"thank you," He said almost in a whisper. "But don't you prefer that I take it to wash and then bring it back to you?"

"You don't need to bring it back, but if you want to, I'll be here waiting for you tomorrow"

Reiner ran again without looking back. He did not know how to act after that and when he returned home, he washed the white tissue hidden from his mother to return it to you the next day. He did not expect to see you, so when you came out smiling from behind the tree like the day before, he was more than surprised.

“You brought it! Thanks"

"Thanks…?"

You told him your name and noticed his eyes widen when he heard your last name. It was hard not to know who your father was in the army. So you didn't find it strange and asked the boy's name.

“Reiner. Rainer Braun ”

You smiled again, which made you wonder what was so funny.

"I'm sorry. It's just that it is a name that suits you so much that it is funny. It means warrior. That's what you are ”

You responded by pointing at his armband.

Reiner blushed more than he wanted to admit. Never had a girl said anything like that to him, let alone a marleyan girl.

"It's a pity that we can't talk for more than a few minutes, Reiner. I was never able to talk to an eldian so closely ”

He nodded with his head, still trying to ignore the blush on his cheeks, but it was unsuccessful since you then proposed the last thing that would go through his head.

Your father was indeed a general, but he did not see the eldians as inferior beings. That had been the reason he had entered the military career, had the slightest chance of being able to change that view, that was the honor he wanted you to bring. So he taught you the same thing.

To talk to someone like Reiner was not repulsive, but something that you longed to be able to learn more about the eldians in a narrative that was not what you saw at school.

That's why you proposed that you exchange letters. Secrets so as not to cause any kind of problem for him. He would leave his letter in the hollow trunk of the tree, and you would do the same when you couldn't meet in those brief seconds of his training.

He accepted more for fear of you than willingly, but as you talked about each other's daily lives, about the details you observed in each other, and the disguised looks when you passed by the quarter, this fear gave way to a sincere friendship.

And without either of you realizing in something else.

When he was chosen to inherit the armored titan, you cried for hours in your room in secret, hugging the box where you hid all the letters exchanged for knowing what that meant.

And then he realized that you had fallen in love with the eldian of the letters.

It all happened very fast. You didn't have time to go to the quarter to see if he had left something on the tree and then read in the paper about the group of warriors sent to the demon island.

You never forget about him.

The years passed, and when Reiner returned, you had just taken a patent for being useful in strategy in other wars and thanks to your family's name.

He didn't expect you to remember him, and after everything that happened, he couldn't even think about it much.

But that thought changed when you whispered to him as you passed down the hall without anyone noticing:

"Look in the tree"

Like when you were kids, you had left a letter in the tree, and for some reason that he didn't know how to explain, it brought a certain comfort to his heart.

In the letter, you said how much you missed him. You had written for the old days since you two could talk without bringing any problem to him because you were in the army too. You asked him to meet you in the most deserted building in the area to talk better.

Reiner went to the place, and after seeing you up close for a longer time, he was sure that time had made you a beautiful woman. You talked for a few hours, and it was as if the two of you had gone back to being a child without the traumas he suffered in Paradis and the ones you got on the battlefield.

Once again, time passed, with you two talking cautiously as a precaution, exchanging a note here and there, meeting when you could.

You were the one who gave Reiner the strength to continue.

• It didn't take long for the childhood crush to become love, and the more you two tried to ignore it, the more evident it became until one day on impulse, in one of the many meetings in that building you kissed him.

And he reciprocated.

Your relationship was not easy. It would be a scandal if anyone knew. That's why you rented an apartment farther from the city to meet with more privacy without anyone knowing.

It was not easy, but you loved each other.

Reiner was your first love and your first time, and even with all the disadvantages, you would never choose someone else for that.

And now you're pregnant.

You haven't been feeling very well in the past few months, but you didn't worry too much because you thought it was just a war result, thanks to the stress that started after Paradis. Now, as a commander, you had more work than ever.

But after throwing up your favorite food, you decided to go to a doctor.

The doctor wanted to share the good news with your father, but no one knew about you and Reiner, nor should he. So you just made up an excuse like:

“I want to tell myself. Please keep it confidential ”

And went home.

Part of you is happy, and the other is unable to stop “what if?”

What if someone finds out who the baby's father is?

What if Reiner doesn't react well to the news?

Raising a baby is already a difficult task, creating a baby that should not exist in the eyes of everyone ...

You didn't know what to do.

You needed to speak to Reiner as soon as possible.

With the end of the war and Marley's victory, you met in the apartment you had rented some time ago.

You waited for him to lie down next to you on the bed, and while caressing your face, you said:

"I’m pregnant"

Reiner sat on the bed and ran a hand through his hair. He was serious, he didn't need to ask if you were kidding.

"How long?"

"Two mouths"

He got up and paced the room before looking back at you.

"What are you going to do?"

"So now is just me, hm?"

“That’s not what I mean, baby” He snorts heavily “I just don’t know what to say”

“Maybe a‘ I’m here with you' it'd be enough, Reiner”

"You know I’m"

"Do i?"

Reiner saw you cry a few times, but the image of you sitting on the bed where you shared so many moments with your eyes full of tears will always be the hardest to forget in his mind.

He comes to you, and without saying anything, he cries with you until both are calmer.

Leaving the subject for later was not the smartest decision to make, but for now, it was what you both needed. So you decided to talk after Willy Tybur's speech that was going to happen that night.

That night, you expected to end up in Reiner's arms and not having to run to save yourself, Falco, and Gabi.

And even less shouting his name in a random window to wake him up.

It was your voice that woke him up to fight. It was your voice that made him overcome the desire to die. It was your voice that gave him hope to move forward, and for your voice, for you, he would find a way to work things out.

You stayed by his bedside every day while he was in the infirmary, which generated a lot of rumors about your compassion for the eldian.

When Reiner woke up plagued by yet another of many nightmares, he thought he started to dream when he saw your warm smile.

On an impulse, you hugged him tightly, leaving Pieck and Pig shocked across the room.

“I knew it. I knew you’d be fine ”You said without let him go.

“I'm here for you, baby” He answered, hugging you back. "For you two"

"How did you get the commander pregnant ?!" You heard Porco's voice.

“Pock, I thought you already knew how these things work at that age” teased Pieck.

“Don’t act like you’re not thinking the same!”

“Let’s go outside, and I’m going to explain to you how mama and papa Galliard made you” She teased again by pulling him out of the infirmary and winking at you.

She knew. Of course, she knew. Nothing escaped Pieck's perception.

You told your parents about the pregnancy, afraid to tell you who the baby's father was. They understood the situation and helped you both throughout your pregnancy.

Reiner always showed up at your house around dawn to make sure no one saw him. He always wanted to know how you were doing and compensate you in some way for not being able to go out and see you as a partner would do.

Many rumors arose about who your baby's father would be, but you tried not to care since it was all rumors after all.

When you went into labor, it was a mess. The initial plan was that he would not come to your house so as not arouse suspicion. Pieck and Porco tried to convince him not to go, but he ran up to your house and entered the back. He couldn't stop thinking about your face. He couldn't leave you alone in a moment like this.

And honestly, you were more than relieved when you saw the blonde enter your room, hold your hand, and repeat the same words from the day of the infirmary:

“I’m here for you, for you two”

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seka1-k0k0ro · 4 years ago

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night of fun

y e s

i had way too much fun with this thank you anon for feeding my mind u-u

see part one here!

summary: a week has passed since the ‘incident’ and megumi’s thoughts have gone haywire and are utterly filled with you.

cw: smut with a semi plot (shes long cuz i got carried away), fem! reader

[lower case intended + not proofread]

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the air was thick and it was hot. megumi was training with the third years while you sat on the sidelines with yuuji and nobara. his focus was all on you. how your skin has a slight glow from the heat; how the sun rays caused your skin to heat; how the heat caused you to hike your skirt up though it was against school rules. you were infecting his mind—his body.

panda landed a ruthless blow into megumi’s stomach, launching him a couple meters across the field. coughing, megumi sat up, and the third years walked over.

“what’s up with you megumi? you’ve been so distracted lately,” maki began.

“tuna,” inumaki agreed from behind her with one hand on his hip. with a final throat-clearing cough megumi began,

“i’m fine. just have a lot on my mind. nothing serious.”

“is it y/n?” megumi’s head jerked in shock, and he could feel his cheeks slightly heat. he only hoped he could mask it and blame it on the hot day. “it is so y/n,” maki smirked, “did y’all fight or something?” megumi deadpanned.

“no, we didn’t.”

“she blue-ball you?” she asked again. megumi scowled and stood, his cheeks now flaming.

“it’s not like that. stay out of it. it’s my business.” he stomped away like a child. the third years huddled together and unanimously agreed that it indeed was like that.

megumi approached the group of three sitting on the sidelines. he saw you sat in between yuuji and nobara showing them something on your phone. he looks at your thighs which were missing their stockings from you possibly running late. your uniform jacket was missing--replaced by the tight, white button-up shirt you wear in case it gets hot. he’s always loved that shirt.

then he noticed how seemly close yuuji was sitting to you. he knows neither of you would ever do anything but he’s always felt slightly self-conscious of yuuji. yuuji was physically stronger; yuuji had pure power and he didn’t. he saw yuuji place his chin on your shoulder and snuggle into your neck.

you noticed megumi’s presence and gasped. your eyes sparkled and you had the biggest smile. you dropped everything you were holding and ran over to him, holding megumi in a hug. though megumi knew he shouldn’t feel the way he did, he felt smug and looked at yuuji in the eyes with a glare and a smile as he hugged you. yuuji looked back confused.

“we were just watching part of a movie that yuuji watched while he was training with gojo.” his smile returned to a frown. for the past couple of days, yuuji has all you’ve been talking about. it’s been yuuji this and yuuji that. “speaking of yuuji, i’m gonna be in his dorm after school helping him study.”

“oh? until when?” you shrugged.

“i don’t know. whenever we finish.” megumi sighed and pulled away.

“alright. well, let me go back to--” yuuji interrupted him.

“y/n come back so we can play the movie.”

“gimme a second, yuu,” you said back. megumi turned to you confused.

“yuu?” you cocked your head to the side and giggled.

“what? it’s just a nickname, megumi. anyways get back to training before they yell at you.” you turned around and went back to the duo waiting for you. megumi stood there shocked for a second then turned and walked back towards centerfield. all he could think about was the stupid nickname and how you didn’t kiss him goodbye.

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the sun was now setting. megumi was gathering his things and inumaki came up to megumi. he handed him a note.

just talk to her, don’t let things get between you two because you didn’t voice what was bothering you. you know what’s wrong, but she doesn’t. instead of staying quiet, use your words and open up. that is the only solution.

inumaki left megumi to think on his own with a final shoulder pat. megumi looked back at the note and read it over again. he sighed and rubbed at his eye in exhaustion. he folded the letter back neatly and slipped it in his pocket.

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“nothing is working!” yuuji laughed as you continued to complain. “i mean, think about it. we came with this plan to make megumi jealous and nothing has worked. i didn’t even give him his good-bye kiss today!”

“well, there’s still one last thing we could do.” you rolled your eyes.

“and what might that be oh wise one?”

“megumi always gets to the dorms at 8:30, right?”

“yeah, and?”

“we’re supposed to be studying, right?” your shoulders slumped, and you groaned.

“where are you going with this?”

“if megumi hears some...uhh...well- how should I put this?...questionable noises as he passes by the room--that’ll be his last straw.” you nodded understandingly. you agreed to the plan with one final worry,

“i just hope he doesn't break up with me.”

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the corridor was dark as usual on his training days. never missing a beat, megumi walks down the hallway expecting to only hear his footsteps, though we don't all get what we expect.

“yuu! fuck-- please!” megumi’s footsteps stop right before he can fully pass itadori’s dorm.

“come on, y/n. try a little harder and maybe i’ll give you what you want.”

“yuuji, please, I need it. please!” the little show was accompanied by grunts and groans from you.

megumi felt something inside of him snap. he tore the door open almost breaking the doorknob in the process. he saw both you and yuuji standing while yuuji held something--he assumes its school supplies--over your head while you’re trying to grab it. both of you are in casual clothing and out of your daily school uniforms. you both stare at megumi in the door entrance.

megumi fumes and grabs you by your wrist. he dragged you into his room, locking the door behind him. megumi turned on a couple of the lamps in his room. he drops all of his stuff and turns jaggedly to face you.

“what has been going on?” he asks surprisingly calmer than he looks.

“what do you--”

“you know what i’m talking about. what between you and yuuji, huh?” you crossed your arms and frowned.

“first of all,” you stepped closer and turned your nose up to him, “do not interrupt me. second,” you turned around sheepishly, “itadori wanted to see what you would seem like jealous, and” you slumped, regretful, “i agreed.”

megumi sighed and rubbed his hand across his face. he walked up and hugged you from behind. “so you still love me?” you scoffed.

“what? of course I do.” megumi nodded. you two stood in silence, until he spoke up with an idea.

“will you make it up to me?”

“i will...but how?” his hands slowly lift your shirt, letting just his hands under. he moves his head from your neck to rest against your ear.

“i have something in mind,” he said. his left hand reached towards your right tit while the other hand played with the waistband of your athletic shorts. you leaned back into him feeling him harden. you turn in his embrace and kiss him. the kiss was passionate but soft.

megumi led you towards the bed, laying you down. he caged you in, pinning you to the bed. he sat on his heels to see you. your face was flushed, and you were slightly trembling.

“don’t just stare.” he laughed breathlessly.

“i’m sorry, y/n. you’re just so pretty,” his voice trailed to low whisper as he leaned into your neck, “it makes me wanna go all the way.” he peppered feathery kisses onto your jaw—so intoxicating it made your mind spin in circles and your body squirm.

“wait,” you said. “are you sure?”

“what?” he asked lazily, still suckling on your skin.

“what if gojo comes in and—“ he kissed you, then rested his forehead against yours.

“forget gojo. i want you,” he went back down to your collarbone, “i want to make you feel good.”

“megumi,” you managed to say.

“hmm?”

“take me.” he stilled, but the words shot straight to his dick. the way you would say his name in the breathless, pitched voice made his cock twitch. he stuffed his face in the dip of your neck and groaned. he collected himself and crashed his lips into yours. it was messy. teeth would clash and spit covered each other’s mouths. though the love each had for one another never diminished. you could feel him pouring his love, heart, and soul—telling you, through the kiss, to take him as well.

his thumbs hooked the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down along with your panties. you sat up and took your shirt off and your bra. he pushed you back down and kissed you. he kissed you and kissed you, and you felt your lips bruising from his force. your hands reached to his shirt, and you signal for him to take it off. swiftly, he took his sweats and shirt off, leaving him in his boxers.

he went back to kissing you. he couldn’t get enough. megumi wanted to kiss every angle, crevice, inch—he wanted to kiss all over—he wanted to make sure not piece of you was left untouched. if you’d let him, he’d ravage you in one blow.

his hands began to tease your inner thighs, but always too high or too low. his kisses began to follow the path down you jaw to your collar bone. his fingers finally touched you where you wanted—needed him most; his middle finger spreading your wetness between your folds. his kisses turned impatient. he marked you with his teeth, leaving love bites behind as he moved farther down.

your gasps, breaths, and soft moans were music to his ears. they made his mind go fuzzy and his eye sight waver. he was drunk on you; he was drunk on the sounds, the smell, the taste of you.

megumi’s lips attached to you left breast which made you yelp. at the same time, a finger slipped into your cunt, followed by a second, then a third. one by one, each stretching you out, and preparing you for him. the sensation made you wriggle around. your knee dug into his cock, making him moan out. you continued to pleasure him, the vibrations from his sounds heightening your own pleasure.

“megumi—“ you whined, “please. i need more.” he chuckled and detached from your breast with a slight pop. his lips hovered against yours, not entirely kissing you.

“patience, princess.” his fingers sped up and his thumb grazed against your clit, making you arch your back.

“please,” you whimpered back. “fuck me, megumi. please?” you bucked your hips into his hands, in attempt to convince him more. with a final cry, megumi cursed at himself and removed himself from you, leaving you on the bed catching your breath and your thighs twitching. megumi got rid of his boxers—throwing them on floor with the rest of the scattered clothes.

his rummaged his drawers for the condoms maki got him as a gag gift for his birthday. megumi tore the packet open with his teeth and slipped it on. you look over to see him walking back. the bed creaked with his added weight, and a smile of anticipation graced your face. megumi gave some final kisses to your inner thighs while he got comfortable. he held the back of your thighs up, using his shoulder as leverage.

you helped line up his cock, and he pushed in. finally in, megumi moaned while you let out soft puffs, trying to adjust. he moved slowly, not wanting to hurt you as the way felt against him made it awfully hard to.

“so good—ahh!” you couldn’t help but get louder. “megumi,” you moaned, “you feel so good—fuck!” your hips moved along with his, and megumi felt something in him snap. he groaned and apologized,

“i’m sorry, baby. i can’t help it.”

“s’ okay,” you managed out before your head finally turned to mush. megumi’s thrust sped, and his hands moved to your hips pulling them into him harder and harder. megumi’s eyes crossed, getting lost in the pleasure. he felt your walls flutter against him, signaling you’re close. his right thumb found your clit again. he felt you tighten against him. “oh! megumi, i’m gonna cum!”

“cum for me, baby.” you tensed, and your voice cracked at your final wail. he rode out your orgasm and into his. he came into the condom, and he dropped next to you. you took the condom off and tossed it in the bin.

megumi welcomed you back into bed with kisses and cuddles under the covers. “that was amazing,” you whispered.

“it was,” he whispered back with a smile. he dug his nose into your hair with his arms around you and dozed off to sleep.

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the door being opened harshly startled megumi awake.

“rise and shine-“

“gojo-sensei!” megumi yelled, stirring you awake. gojo saw the bedsheets fall from your bare shoulders and understood what had happened. gojo bursted out laughing and closed the door, still laughing after it was fully shut. “shit!”

“what’s wrong, baby? who was that?” you asked still groggy.

“gojo.” the sleepiness was replaced with adrenaline quickly, and you bursted from the bed naked.

“gojo?!” megumi smiled seeing you flail around for your clothes.

after both of you were decent, you walked out of megumi’s dorm, and gojo was still laughing. yuuji was also laughing. megumi rolled his eyes.

“hey megumi, did you at least wrap it before you tapped it?” gojo’s laughing increased.

“yeah, you two were quite loud. please remember the thin walls next time,” yuuji snickered.

“sorry, yuuji. his dick was just too big.” you shrugged and dragged megumi away past the bathroom area. both of you were laughing after seeing yuuji’s disgusted face and gojo’s eyes popping out of sockets from laughing too hard.

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