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written-in-flowers · 26 days ago

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Let's Misbehave: Hyunjin x Male!Reader

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Male!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff | AU: idol!verse, ninth member!au

Word Count: 7k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Summary: You and Hyunjin get a bit too handsy after champagne during fashion week. Insatiable lust leads to more than either of you expected for the night.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Tags: polyamory, idol!reader, tipsy sex (kind of), drinking, mentions of social anxiety (vaguely), bath sex, car stuff, mirror sex, cum eating, anal licking/rimming, blowjobs, anal sex, anal fingering, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, multiple positions/places, hyunjin being a playful tease, bottom!hyunjin, top!reader, exhibitionism (they film some of it), stray kids once again being a bunch of sluts (haha),

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“Are you guys, you know, dating?”

You heard the question more than you’d anticipated throughout the night. You and Hyunjin showed up to Milan fashion week together since you both represented different clothing lines. It was heavily mentioned that you came from the same Kpop group, and were good friends. However, strangers who’d met you thought you might be more than that. One celebrity claimed she’d keep it between you two if you were, since she said loads of people were “in the closet”. But, you assured her that you and Hyunjin had nothing going on.

Hyunjin did not help in making it believable.

“Come on, this isn’t like home,” he said to you as you took seats beside the catwalk. “We can be a bit more touchy than normal.” His fingers walked up your thigh, and he grinned, “Unless you don’t like it?”

“You know I don’t mind it, but Hyunjin,” you glanced around at the dozens of cameras and paparazzi snapping photos, “We’re being watched by a lot of people. They might see something and get the wrong idea, then we’d get in trouble with management.”

“Is it wrong to say I don’t care?” he said, linking his arm around yours like friends might do. “I like being close to you, hyung. It makes me feel safe. We’re around so many new people, and it’s kind of…”

The flirtation melted away as he stared at the crowds and cameras with you. “Scary?” you suggested, knowing exactly how he felt.

“Yeah. Without the other members around, it’s weird,” he explained. “Channie-hyung and Felix always did the interviews and the talking because they’re fluent in English. I know some but, like, my brain freezes for a second trying to find the right words to make the sentence. I’m so used to having the other guys right there…I’m glad it’s you that came,” he rested his chin on your shoulder, “You’re better at it than me.”

“Am not. One of us has to talk,” you said in a soft laugh, nerves bubbling up inside you as the show began.

“People really like you,” he said close to your ear. No sultry tone or flirtatious eyes, but genuine admiration. “You have that certain something that draws them to you. People have been talking to you since we got here. Freaking Anne Hathaway told you that you looked gorgeous!”

“She said you looked good too.”

“She said it to you first. You need to start realizing how impactful you are, hyung.”

“Impactful?” you laughed at the thought. “Hardly.”

“You make people feel a particular way, and they like it.” His fingers walked up your knee, and your entire body burned. You stared around nervously, “I can show you how you impact me later, if you want, after the party. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since comeback night. It felt so good-”

“-The show’s starting,” you interrupted him, earning a laugh instead of a scoff.

It’d been like something out of a dream when the fashion director of Dior contacted you a few weeks ago. Francine, the lead designer, said you’d make the perfect model for their new menswear concept. Your fans went wild over the photos you took for the company, wearing everything from casual wear to fancy suits and jewelry. A few promotional videos later, they sent you an invitation to participate in Milan’s fashion week. You never expected yourself to be decked out in official fashion designer clothes, walking down red carpets and meeting famous celebrities. The glitz and glamor of the elite made your eyes sparkle, and you became nearly blind to everything at first. It was made better when Hyunjin said he’d be going to represent Versace.

‘We can be each other’s dates!’ he’d beamed, happy to know he wasn’t going alone.

As expected, Hyunjin looked breathtaking at each event. His long black hair gelled back from his face, the black outfit Donatella Versace put him in made him stand out in a crowd of supermodels. You couldn’t get over his flawless appearance, and how the outfit framed his body. How could you focus on anyone else when the most gorgeous person in the room is right beside you?

The outfits going past you kept you entranced the whole night. You couldn’t help seeing yourself on the catwalk, showing off Dior’s newest outfits and having the entire room’s attention. The idea scared and intrigued you. You had no idea what Hyunjin meant by you being ‘impactful’. You were a kid from Busan who wanted to sing and dance. You never expected to debut, and definitely never expected to be sitting in Milan beside one of the most beautiful people you know. Realizing how many celebrities recognized you, and how many more wanted to know you, amazed you. You were sitting beside Anne Hathaway, star of one of your favorite movie franchises: The Princess Diaries. You talked to A$AP Rocky, a rapper you’d admired for a while, and you met the incomparable Donatella Versace.

She’d told you if she could have two ambassadors, she would!

The show ended in tremendous applause, and you and Hyunjin walked back outside to the cameras and reporters. The two of you followed the crowds into another room where they served drinks, food and played music.

“I’ve never been good at parties,” you admitted to Hyunjin as he handed you a glass of champagne. “I didn’t go to many of them as a kid.”

“Well, that’s what this is for,” he said, clinking his glass with yours, “Liquid fun. It’s been helping introverts at parties since the beginning of time.”

Taking sips of the expensive champagne, the two of you were taken around the room by your separate escorts. You met more famous people, took photos with them and talked. This could not really be happening. You’d bumped into a famous artist whose paintings Hyunjin introduced you to recently, and another actress whose works you’d followed for years. They all appeared down to earth like you, but the fact that you even talked to them made you giddy. The champagne left you feel loose and light, though not sloppy or slurred. You knew your limits.

“Dance with me,” Hyunjin said, smiling lopsidedly and pulling you to the dance floor.

“I…I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Jinnie,” you answered, heat rising in your cheeks. Too many people. Too many eyes. Even with the alcohol in your system, you knew better.

“Come on,” he pleaded, taking you closer to the dance floor, “Let’s be naughty for a bit.” He winked, and you thought you might die.

“Your definition of ‘naughty’ is way different than mine.”

“I know,” he giggled, finally getting to the crowded dance floor.

You shouldn’t, but you blame the alcohol and Hyunjin’s beautiful face for making you move with him. You yearned for his touch, his closeness. Brief flashes of skin whenever Hyunjin moved tempted you. Seeing his plump lips, glossy and champagne-flavored looked so inviting and kissable. Why and how did he have this effect on you?

“You can be closer,” he said, getting within inches of you. “If anyone says anything, we’ll say the floor was crowded and we couldn’t help it.” He put his hand on your chest, sliding it to your belt, “That I couldn’t help it.”

“If you don’t stop right now,” you warned, though your laugh made it less serious.

“What? You’ll spank me?” he challenged with a smirk. “I like being spanked.”

In the dimness of the room, surrounded by other couples and dancers, you brought him close by the waist.

“You want to be naughty? Then let’s be naughty,” you said, moving to the music with him.

“I like tipsy YN,” he said, moving his hips with yours. “He’s hot.”

“How can I keep my hands to myself when you’re being such a tease?”

He leaned inches into you, “Don’t keep them to yourself, then. Touch me,” he whispered, lips on your ear as your bodies swayed to the music, “I love having your hands on me. You know exactly where to touch to get me worked up.”

Yes, you did. You’d seen him and Changbin together enough to know by now. They enjoyed sending pictures and videos to the group chat occasionally. The two of you danced together; not too close, but enough that your hands didn't leave his torso for too long. You let your hands glide up and down Hyunjin’s sides, feeling down to his tiny waist. The longer you touched him, the more heated the both of you became. The champagne hit you when you took up a second glass. Hyunjin laughed at you being a lightweight, but you almost told him it wasn’t the drinks making you so bubbly. Everything inside you screamed to take him to a dark corner, yet you stayed on the dance floor.

“Hyung,” he breathed in your ear after a few songs, “Take me back to the hotel. The tub in my room is made for fucking.”

You groaned, the music drowning it out so nobody else heard you. You took his hand and led him through the room. Finding your manager by the door, you told him you and Hyunjin wanted to go. Clearly, he didn’t see you two on the dance floor, since you received no scolding or knowing looks. You said your goodbyes, then made your way into the car.

“Come here, pretty.”

The partition between you and the driver up, you didn’t hesitate to kiss Hyunjin. His lips felt as soft as they always did. You cupped his cheek, feeling the warmth on your palm, as you deepened your kiss. His hand sliding across your lap, he lightly grazed your crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze. Your body never yearned for touch so badly before. You needed him against you, touching and kissing you. All the clothes separating you needed to come off, so you could take in every inch of Hwang Hyunjin.

“Hyung,” he laughed as you kissed down his neck, “I love it when you’re needy.”

You planted kisses wherever his jacket allowed, giving soft sucks and bites to the tender parts. His hand stayed on your groin, but he mostly let you take the lead. The intoxicating champagne and Hyunjin’s warmth made you feel dizzy and light headed. All you could focus on was his slim body underneath your hands, the muscles tensing at your touch. He carefully rubbed the outline of your dick pressing to your pants lightly, casually going over the round tip before going back down. Taking advantage of the long drive, you pushed him into a corner of the car and started kissing down his body. The phantom feeling of his hand on your cock stayed with you, as if he was somehow still doing it. Kissing him deeply, you started groping the bulge forming in his tight pants. When the car stopped, Hyunjin grinned as he pulled away from you.

“Your room or mine?”

“Yours. I want to see this tub you mentioned.”

Climbing out of the car, you walked through the lobby together. With only your managers following you, neither of you felt shy enough to keep away from one another. You each put your arm around each other’s waist and walked to the elevator. The staff let you both go up alone, which you never felt more excited about. Instantly, your lips found him again. Pressing him to the wall, you knew you didn’t have much time. Normally, you and the members kept the touching to a minimum in public. Simple back hugs, close proximity and fake flirting were as close to physical affection as you could take it. Some fans still made their interpretations, going far enough to ship you all together, but nothing concrete. Yet right now, in this steel box, you’d risk it all if it meant getting to kiss Hyunjin. Hands going up underneath his jacket, you felt the lace and satin shirt he wore. Another irritating barrier. Hyunjin moaned against your lips, pushing up against you while he did the same. The satin floral shirt you wore became an annoying obstacle you both had to overcome. Eventually, the elevator reached your floor, and Hyunjin led you down the hall. Removing his jacket, he teasingly threw it at you as he untucked the shirt. It looked good on him. Your eyes locked on how the fabric looked against his skin and shaped out his silhouette.

God, he was beautiful.

You reached his door, and you watched him fumble for his room key. Once you stepped inside, you brought him back into your arms. Clumsily kicking off your shoes, you each took turns removing pieces of one another’s outfits. Every removal stoked your eagerness for him. The moment you stood naked in his room, you observed the lines and muscles of his body. You followed them down to his cock hanging between his thighs. Barely hard, you still enjoyed the sight of it. You gently took it in your hand for several long strokes that made him whimper in your ear.

“It's so nice,” you said to him, looking downwards. “I could play with this for hours.”

“Yours is nicer,” he replied, grabbing your dick next. You groaned at the sudden contact of his cold fingers against your hot skin. “It's so big. I thought it might rip me open when you first put it in me.”

“It’s not that big,” you laughed, “Why does everyone say that?”

“Because it is,” he said in a low voice, giving it a soft squeeze, “You're almost as big as Chan…” he gave you a lingering kiss, “Getting fucked by both of you would be heaven. I don't think my ass would ever be the same.”

Your cheeks actually burned. Hyunjin kissed down your neck, giving your collarbone a soft peck before going further down. “I love having more than one,” he said, kneeling in front of you and gently rubbing your length. “Don’t you?”

“I do,” you said.

“Pervert,” he smirked, kissing the tip. “You never say ‘no’. I love it.”

“I literally can’t say no,” you laughed softly, your brain focused on his hand rather than the words. “You all make me so fucking weak, it’s pathetic.”

“You make us pretty weak too,” he said, pressing his lips to the underside of the head. “It’s not because you’re new either. We can tell you’re like us.” You shivered when he licked the wrinkles to the thick vein slowly pumping blood into your cock. “We knew it when we started catching you doing all the pervy stuff you were doing around us. It’s nice being around someone who understands you, and enjoys the same things as you.” He gave your shaft a soft squeeze, “You also just fit with us so well. It’s like once we met, we knew we’d found our ninth member. You’re the breath of fresh air, to be honest.”

“It is good being able to be open about who I am for once,” you said, softly gripping his hair, “Even if it’s behind closed doors. I always worried someone might find out for real, and I’d never debut.”

“Chan would’ve made sure that never happened,” he said, stroking you as you got harder. “He likes you a lot. I think he might like you more than the rest of us,” he giggled.

“I doubt that's true.”

“Then, he’s the horniest for you for sure. I don’t blame him though. I thirst after you pretty hard sometimes. There’s a reason I always end up at the gym at the same time as you.” His mouth fell open and he placed the tip on his tongue. Giving it a few taps, he then said, “Will you fuck me there one day? I’d go to the gym more often if I knew I’d get a few inches of your dick each time.”

“God yes,” you sighed, watching his hand slide up and down your hardon. “That’d be so fucking hot.”

You stared down, hands resting behind your back as Hyunjin took over. Toes curling into the carpet, every little lick and kiss sent more sparks of pleasure to your groin. You didn’t know how much longer you’d last once he fully stuck you in his mouth. You couldn’t look away from the plump lips tightly sucking you from top to bottom or the dark eyes staring up at you needily. His own dick stuck up to his stomach, and you groaned when you caught him stroking himself in time with you. He didn’t protest when you slid your hand into his hair to force him further down your cock. The back of his throat hugged your tip, fluttering around as it tried swallowing the bits of precum falling through but gagging instead. Hyunjin’s soft moans turned into low vibrations that had you bucking your hips forward.

“Fuck me,” he coughed, spitting thick globs of precum and spit onto your cock before spreading it over. “Please, hyung. I can’t wait anymore.”

Never one to waste time, you lifted him from the floor onto the bed nearby. Hyunjin giggled when you nearly tossed him and then crawled over him. Your lips met his again as you laid on top of him, grinding your wet cock against his ass when you lifted his legs up. Everything in you broke loose, so where you’d normally drag things out, you pushed the first inch inside him. Hyunjin’s grip on his knees tightened, arms going around them to keep them to his stomach as you went further. The walls of his throat were nothing compared to his ass. Your eyes rolled back in each push, your body shaking when you finally plunged all the way in. Propped up on your fists, you didn’t hold back this time. You gave this beautiful, tempting siren exactly what he wanted: to be fucked by you.

All the teasing in the car and the blowjob brought out the feral, primal need for release. You rocked your hips into Hyunjin, his ass rippling every time your balls smacked into the bottom curves, and didn’t stop. Not even when your arms started quaking from holding you up or when your thighs and hips burned. Hyunjin’s desperate whines and whimpers turned into loud moans the closer he came to his orgasm. You felt him almost purposefully clenching around you, drawing you to the brink of pleasure.

“Cum inside me,” he pleaded, opening his legs so you saw the dick leaking all over his stomach. “I love it when you do it.”

“Oh yeah?” you grabbed his thighs, holding them up to your waist as you changed your angle. “You love having cum in your ass?”

“I do, I do, I do,” he cried, starting to touch himself in front of you. The slick, wet noises of his strokes joined the ones further down. “It feels so good. I cum every time anyone does it. Please, hyung, please-yes, yes, like that!”

You couldn’t stop yourself this time. Your body turned rigid, shivering and shuddering as you released inside Hyunjin’s bottom. You looked down to see your cum, thick and white, gradually leaking out in every thrust. The tight hole worked out each drop right as Hyunjin’s own climax came. Spurting everywhere, you couldn’t look away. His body constricted in every long moan, and his hand erratically pumped until he finished.

When it finally ended, you stayed buried in him as you both shared deep, long kisses. Hyunjin locked himself around you, and you slid your arms under his shoulders to keep him close. Out of habit, you made a thrust or two that earned you a soft moan. For several minutes, you enjoyed being close to him. You took in the scent of his faint cologne, and the shampoo and hair products lingering in his black hair. Your hands went down his body, giving his hips a squeeze.

“Can we keep going?” he asked after a while, eyes closed as you kissed his cheek. “I need more.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up first, yeah?” you suggested, kissing from his neck to his collarbone. “I still want to see his tub of yours.

The suggestion of more made Hyunjin smirk, “It really is nice.”

“Mine was too,” you said, carefully withdrawing. Thin streams of white dripped out of him once you did, and you held him open to watch it for a second. He twitched when you swiped your thumb over it, spreading the substance around.

“Am I going to get a second load, hyung?” he asked, pushing down to your hand.

“Of course,” you said. “Hyung will give you as much as he can.”

The bathroom really was nice. Clearly, whoever designed it had horny newlywed couples in mind: the shower easily fit two or three people and was made entirely of glass. A wide mirror sat atop a marble sink counter, and more of them surrounded the corner tub. Hyunjin prepared for this moment. You spotted the lavender bubble bath sitting at the edge of the tub, which was already full of water and soap bubbles. Purple flower petals floated on the water amongst the rich lather, and someone placed fake candles in the corners. What caught your eye was the ice bucket on the floor: a bottle of wine with two glasses sat chilled inside unopened.

“You planned this,” you said from behind him, wrapping your arms around him. “Naughty boy.”

“I couldn’t resist,” he said, turning around to touch your chest. “I saw this bathtub and knew I had to be fucked in it by the hottest guy I know.”

“But, Changbin’s not here?” You joked.

“One of the hottest guys I know, then,” he said, laughing as he brought you to the tub. “Little did I know you’d fuck me beforehand.”

“You sucked my dick,” you reasoned, “And told me to fuck you. How could I say ‘no’?”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

Fitting both of you comfortably, he stepped in first to rest against the rounded corner. You followed, surprised by the warmth.

“Who did this?” you asked, sliding into the space next to him.

“One of the staff,” he reached down for the wine, and twisted it open. “She went out and got the stuff, and set it up on our way here.”

If you’re thankful for anything, it’s the Stray Kids’ staff members. Hyunjin poured both of you wine, and the mixture of the soothing bath, a post-orgasm glow, and Hyunjin’s naked body became a deadly combination. Taking sips, you relaxed in the water to unwind from the nerve wracking day. You found it hard to not touch him. Even if he said he enjoyed it, you still cleaned up Hyunjin the best you could. The delicate touches soothed your younger member, who curled up close to you as you cleaned his lower half first.

“I’m glad it’s me and you here,” he said softly, kissing you.

“Because you get to have me to yourself?” you teased, pulling him across your lap.

His arm around your neck, the other laid on your chest as he spoke. “Not only that,” he grinned, “But because you make me feel good. I feel okay with you. I don’t feel that way with that many people.”

“Really? You always seem so at ease with people.”

“I sort of have to force myself to be,” he admitted, “Otherwise people might think I’m being rude or not interested in what’s going on.” He leaned his head on your shoulder, tracing patterns between your pecs. “When I first got the invite, I was like ‘oh no, I’m going alone and it’ll be so awkward’, but then you said you got one too and I was so relieved. A holiday alone with you at a big fancy fashion show? It made me feel good about it. You’re better with people.”

“Am not,” you repeated. “I have to force it too. I’ve never been extroverted before I started training in Kpop groups. I knew if I wanted it to work, I needed to actually talk to my members. But…” your insides squirmed, “I also was scared they’d find out about me if I talked too much. I was always afraid of getting too comfortable and revealing it.” The memory of Beomgyu’s fists slamming hard into your face made you shudder, “So, after a while, I stopped getting close.”

“You feel okay with us though,” Hyunjin asked, “Right?”

“I do. I’ve never felt more at ease in a group before now.”

“Channie-hyung was like that too when we first put the group together,” he said, sipping from his wine glass. “He’d been let down a lot, and didn’t want to get too close to us until the show.” He paused, “You guys have a lot in common. Not just interest wise, but the way you are.”

“No we’re not.”

“You are,” he insisted. “Chan is this big protective leader and you’re the same way. You both are incredibly kind and passionate. You engage with Stays the same way, talk to the members the same way…It’s like you’re both the same person sometimes.”

This astute comparison to Chan knotted your stomach. You've thought about him a lot lately. More than usual since arriving in Milan. Like Hyunjin with you, Chan made you feel safe. You didn’t worry so much with him around, because you knew he’d have your back and watch out for you. Not many people have done that since you came to Seoul.

“He really likes you,” Hyunjin said, breaking through your thoughts. “Chan, I mean. He likes you a lot.”

“Yeah, because we’re group members and he’s our le-”

“-Shut up, you know that’s not what I meant,” Hyunjin said, lightly splashing your chest. “He looks out for all of us, and always tries his best to care for us, but I notice he does it for you the most. I swear, if you say it’s because you’re new, I’m getting out of this tub and you can sort your dick out yourself,” he laughed before you could disagree. “It’s not because you’re new. It’s because you two have a connection, and he knows it. He wishes you knew it too.”

“How do you know? Has he…Has he said that?”

“In a way,” he shrugged. “We were in bed together not that long ago and I asked him. Not in a jealous way, but I was curious about it. He said you were somebody special to him, and you made him nervous sometimes. He doesn’t really have to say it, though. He always gets all shy and blushes when any of us tease him for having a crush on you.”

Hearing this brought heat to your cheeks. You drank from your wine glass to cool it down, but it hardly worked. “Really?”

“You two are so cute,” he cooed, pinching your cheek. His eyes went from sweet to alluring as he said, “And hot.”

“Jinnie…”

“What? It’s true,” he said, fingers trailing down your left to one nipple. “You make me horny so easily,” he grazed his fingertips over the hardening peak, knowing what it did to you. “All you have to do is touch me sometimes and I want to pounce on you,” the both of you laughed, kissing softly. “I’d originally wanted to fuck in here at first, but when you took out that big dick of yours-”

“-It’s above average at best-”

“-I had to have it right then.”

You slid your hand over his lap, going back to touching his soft dick. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” he nodded, wriggling when you touched him. He continued pinching your nipple as he whispered, “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since comeback night when you rearranged my guts. You fucked me so good,” he pecked your lips, “And so deep. I didn’t want to stop.”

“Neither did I.”

“Then don’t this time.”

Hyunjin did not need to be told to straddle your lap. The water only coming up close to his midsection, your soapy hands had access to the top half. Kissing up his sternum, your hands slid over the curves and slopes of his body. He shifted around when you reached his lips, fingers crossing over his nipples every so often. You spent time studying his body; taking in the shape of him. His cock pressed right against yours in his seat, and he began returning the favor by rubbing your chest, shoulders and arms. You felt his desire growing between his thighs, only encouraging your own each time he grinded into you. Soon, you began feeling further down his body, kneading your fingers into the softer parts. Your cock pressed to Hyunjin’s, the pressure traveled from balls to head every time he moved around. You could feel exactly where his tip brushed against yours, and his balls just sliding right onto the base of your dick.

“How’s that?” Hyunjin asked, continuing to grind on you with one arm around your neck.

“So good,” you groaned, tweaking one nipple softly. “So, so good.”

Hyunjin brought you in for a deep kiss as he held both your dicks in one hand. He moved suds from between you for you to see it clearly. You loved how his dick looked like squeezed in his hand with yours. Not as big, it still made you drool. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body, tightening in your groin and slowly taking over. You watched him work both of you together, groaning as he tapped his tip against yours to pinch the sensitive nerves there. His nipples so close to your mouth, you reached down to lick one of them which made the pretty boy moan your name. He moved his hand faster when you reached around to grope his ass. The supple mounds filled your hands, and molded to your tender squeezes. Hyunjin lifted your head by the chin to make you look at him.

“Finger me,” he panted, kissing your lips. “Finger me while you suck my dick, please. I want your pretty lips around me, Hyung.”

“Sit up here for me then,” you told him, patting the small corner where he could sit, “Hyung will take good care of you tonight.”

You both maneuvered around until he sat in front of you. Feet propped up on either side, Hyunjin became completely exposed and vulnerable to you. The picture of him spread out, breathless and aching made you harder, and you desperately wanted to pound him into the mirror behind him. The lingering droplets of water streamed down his length, sliding onto his balls. You started from bottom to top, keeping it light and playful with teasing flicks and quick kisses. You’d add your palm strokes into the mix, seeing the black-haired beauty squirm each time your hand passed over the most sensitive part. You coated your fingers in your spit and started rolling them around his entrance below. Having him resting in your mouth sparked a new arousal you couldn’t control. The heaviness on your tongue, the smooth skin sliding over it made your dick throb in the water. The hole below clenched and unclenched at your fingers, almost like inviting you to sink them

His cock throbbed in your hand, feeling heavier and thicker as you worked him. You knew it’d be a while before he came again, considering his previous orgasm, but you didn’t mind. You could go all night, if he wished. Hyunjin’s mouth hung open in low moans; he gripped the corners of the tub, hands even sliding on the mirrors for something to grab onto. You looked up to see his head fall back as you stuck one finger halfway inside him. The image of his hole stretching to your movements was a drool worthy sight. His walls squeezed tight around the digit, fluttering and pulling it further each time you withdrew and pushed back in. Once it was to the last knuckle, you kept it there for several seconds as you sucked his hard tip.

“YN,” he whined, “Put another finger…Please? Please, finger me harder…faster…please. Please. I can take it, I swear.”

“I know you can,” you smirked up at him, “But I like teasing pretty boys like you. You always look so cute when you squirm around,” you flick your tongue over the twitching muscle in front of you, “And get harder and harder for me.”

“Hyung,” he cried out, moving his hips around but getting nowhere. “Please. I promise I’ll be a good boy. I’ll be your….your good boy….”

“Good to know,” you said, sucking on the head as you pumped your fingers through his hole. “Because only good boys get to cum with me. You be patient and enjoy my fingers, baby, and you’ll get fucked soon, okay?”

“O-Okay.”

He cried out and gripped your hair when you slipped the tip in your mouth. One arm around your thigh for support, you spat on your fingers again and shoved a second finger. This made Hyunjin more desperate, but he stayed put as you’d ordered. You took in another inch every other stroke, causing the raven-haired beauty to moan out your name in between curses. The sensitivity kicked in once he reached your throat. The thickness of him blocked your airway, penetrating as deep as you could take it while still humming, and you loved it. His legs twitched when you finally fingered him faster. Not fast enough to satisfy him, but enough to make him moan louder.

“Such a good boy,” you groaned against his dick, not taking it out completely. “That’s it. Stay right there. Don’t move.”

You took him to the base and fingered him how he’d wanted for a few seconds. The choking caused drool to drip from the hilt, which you slurped up obscenely. He gave a frustrated cry when you stopped suddenly, bucking his hips around. By the time you pulled off him, your throat burned and your jaw ached, but you still kissed and licked up his dripping cock. You simply couldn’t get enough of it. You realized how tender your cock was when you pressed him against the mirrored wall and put his legs and arms around you. You were thankful for all those weight training sessions with Changbin.

As he’d requested, you did not take it easy on him. Keeping him pinned to the wall, you did your best to bottom up into him. Your balls smacking the lower curves of his ass, hips slapping the backs of his thighs, you pounded him. Your cock throbbed against the hole pulling you; the faint tickle of your balls hitting him added to the pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, hyung,” he breathed, head turned to the mirror at the edge of the tub. “You’re fucking me so well and so deep. I can see your dick going in and out. It’s so fucking hot.”

You grabbed his chin and forced him to watch you fuck him instead. The both of you stayed in that position, taking in the sight of your bodies pressed together. “You like watching yourself get fucked, huh?” you teased, leaning back to grab his leaking cock. “Do you?”

“Yes, yes,” he whined through his teeth, unable to move into you in his folded position. “I love wat-wa-watching you fu-u-fuck me.”

He cried when you pulled out, but you didn’t stay out for long. You helped him turn around, arching his back before shoving your dick back inside. Grabbing his hair, you kept it in the same direction as you continued the same pace.

“Stroke yourself,” you grunted, smacking his ass with your free hand, “Make the picture prettier by touching yourself for me.”

He didn’t hesitate. Hyunjin rapidly jerked his dick in time with your thrusts. You nearly came from seeing the vision in the mirror. Your dick really did stretch Hyunjin out, and the both of you couldn’t get enough of it. Things stayed this way until your lover and you exited the tub for the floor. His phone nearby on the counter, Hyunjin turned on his camera and handed it to you. You did not need to be told what to do. Pressing the record button, Hyunjin started riding you facing forward so the camera had a perfect view of him. You both knew how much the members would enjoy it.

“That’s it, just like that,” you groaned, grabbing and pinching his nipple. “Just like that, good boy.”

“Hyung, hyung, hyung,” he whined on every bounce. “Hyung, your dick feels fucking amazing. I can-can’t ge-get enough of it! Don’t stop fucking me! Even when we cum, please, don’t stop.”

“Trust me, I’m not going to. You’ve been after my dick all night, and you're getting every inch.”

The words quickened Hyunjin’s pace. Face flushed, lips swollen and open, and his erection flopping with him might’ve sent you over the edge. He lost all control when you started pushing your hips to meet him, hard and fast as he’d wanted. Soon, he was quivering and shaking in place, drool falling from his lips as his eyes rolled back and closed. You knew you were hitting the right spot; you could feel it every time you hit a different angle. Hyunjin did not stop as he started cumming. His cum sprayed everywhere in his ride, falling on you and him in thick streams. You managed to withhold your own orgasm despite his tightening body. You propped the phone against the bottom of the tub, and carefully rolled him onto his stomach. Hyunjin knew what position you wanted, and immediately lifted his ass into the air. Hands curling into the fluffy bath rug under him, he stayed firmly in place as you pushed back into him.

You made sure the camera caught a good angle of your dick filling his ass in every thrust. You didn’t slow down or soften on him. The feeling of him taking you so well became addicting. You loved watching your dick ruin everyone else for him. Soon, you were shaking and gripping his hips hard. Hyunjin, jerking himself off, whimpered as you came inside him again. Your dick twitching and pulsating had him moaning with you, even if he wasn’t climaxing. You made sure to push your cum back in as deep as possible, wanting to coat his walls with your seed.

Hyunjin laughed breathily when you didn’t stop. Withdrawing, you started lapping up the cum dripping from him. He wriggled around when your tongue snaked through and started probing his tight hole. The bumpy walls hugged the muscle like they’d done to your cock, not wanting it to exit but somehow go further. Your face buried in his ass, your arms locked around his thighs, Hyunjin could do nothing but writhe around on the floor and grasp at the rug and tiled floors. His pathetic whimpering aroused you once again, and you couldn’t explain how. Knowing the camera still filmed you encouraged you to do more.

“Use my hole, YN. Use my hole to cum again.”

Four orgasms. You have no idea how either of you managed four, but you did. Having left the bathroom, you both ended up back on the bed with Hyunjin holding the phone as he filmed you in the closet mirror. Straddling one of his thighs, you laid him on his back with one lifted so you could enter him. Exhaustion began weighing you down, but the need for one more had you going. You laid on top of him in a similar position, kissing the nape of his neck and shoulders as you humped him. The sensitivity made you quiver each time, and it wasn’t soon after that the two of you came together.

“That was…so good,” Hyunjin said, taking deep breaths and burying his face into the pillow for a moment. “Amazing.”

“Exactly how you wanted?” you asked, melting on top of him as you finally gave into your tiredness.

“Yes,” he laughed weakly, unable to move from how worn out he felt.

He turned off the video, and you watched him send it through hazy eyes. “You all really like sending nudes, huh?” you joked, kissing his shoulder.

“It’s only fair to-to share good experiences,” he giggled, putting his phone aside.

You pulled from him, twitching at the last slide against your sensitive cock. Laying on your back, every thought of tomorrow remained in the back of your mind. You knew in a few hours a manager would knock on the door and find you both in your marked-up, worn out, naked state. Usually, you’d have some kind of shame when you were found by one of them, but right then you couldn’t care less. The two of you made vain attempts to clean yourself up with wet wipes Hyunjin kept nearby, then rolled under the covers together.

Like last time, the members were shocked and aroused by the video. They marveled at your endurance and stamina; Changbin claimed credit for getting you into working out, which greatly helps. You didn’t know how to explain what happened, but only that Hyunjin worked you up too much to not go a few more times.

“We should go on vacations together more often,” Hyunjin said the next morning as you both carefully dressed yourselves. Last night’s vigorous romp left your muscles sore and stiff. “If that’s the kind of fucking you do away from home,” he sneered.

“I don’t know what came over me,” you laughed as he walked into your arms. You kissed him gently, nuzzling his nose, “I’d blame the champagne and wine, but that wouldn’t make sense.”

“Just say it’s because we’re both super horny sluts and forget about it,” he said, kissing you one more time before pulling away. Zipping up the suitcase on the bed, he took your hand and pecked your lips again, “Let’s get going. We’ll miss our flight.”

“Right. Yeah, of course.”

In the van, you checked your phone for messages and saw a message from Felix. Your body flushed with heat when you saw it was a photo of him wearing nothing but boxers and an anal plug in his ass.

“Please fuck me like that when we hang out again. I've never gone that long before.”

As you expected, Han also messaged you. In his, he sat on a dildo which he rode in a loop.

“See? I can fuck like that too. Can I be next?? I promise I'll be good 🥺”

You had no idea who you wanted next.

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A/N: These boys are totally horny for this boy, haha. Another totally self-indulgent newbie fic. lmao I hope you guys enjoyed this one too! remember to reblog/like too <3

#stray kids #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin stray kids #hyunjin skz #skz fanfic #hyunjin x male reader #skz smut #stray kids smut #male reader x hyunjin #stray kids x male reader

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gummygowon · 1 year ago

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my girl(s) | choi san

word count: 1.27k hehe

genre: fluff bro so much, slight childhood friends to lovers, established relationship, soon to be dad!san x pregnant!reader

warnings: san just worrying too much that he gets exhuasted

song playlist: my girl - the temptations, be my baby - the ronettes, la vie en rose - èdith piaf

author's note: seeing san get heated about how that one husband treats his wife made me think about how sweet and caring san would be in a relationship and then i started playing fifties's music and boom here where we are

choi san was just an absolute gentlemen, it was one of the many reasons why you loved him so much.

you vividly remember when you were younger, san declaring to the dinner table that his wife's hands will never be wet in the future, promising that he will be doing everything for her which impressed all the other neighborhood parents. a few parents joked at him to remember their daughters in the future which you rolled your eyes at. san was obviously bluffing and trying to impress everyone. you found it hard to believe that a man would be able to care so much for his wife like san said.

it was almost laughable how wrong child you was.

san quite literally did everything around the house, always insisting that you go lie down and relax even though he just came home from work. it was definitely a hassle trying to get your husband to relax let alone sit down after dinner since he was always insisting that he did the dishes even if he cooked.

"san, baby go shower," you whisper into his ear while he was doing the dishes, "let me do this. go relax."

instantly turning around in protest, san folds his arms in front of his chest, "no."

"san," you warn, the mother in your voice coming out.

"absolutely not." san protests, standing up even taller to tower over you, "you are my pregnant wife who needs to rest. i need my girls to rest."

"san, we don't even know the gender yet." you argue. it was only today that you found out you were pregnant after you realized that you were two weeks late and sped to the nearest drugstore for a test.

"i know but i think we're having a girl." san says knowing with smile on his face, he was just getting excited at the thought of having a baby girl. "still though, you should rest."

"san, i'm fine, you on the other hand should rest."

"but-"

"who has a eight hour shift at seven am tomorrow baby?"

"i do." san dejectedly answers with a pout on his face. san didn't hate his job as a martial arts instructor but if he had to choose between you and his job, he would choose you without a doubt over and over again.

"i promise when my belly grows you can pamper me all you want but not yet. you still need to take care of yourself before i'm unable to take care of myself."

"promise?" he asks as he intertwined his fingers with you.

"promise." you answer before sealing the deal with a kiss.

a few months later, when the baby bump began to show, san became even more protective of you.

finally on your maternity leave, you spent the time at home reading parenting books and knitting clothes for your baby making an assortment of colors. sometimes, you ventured down to the dojo that was connected to the house causing san to stop whatever he was doing and guide you down the stairs.

"yah! choi san!" you shout at your husband who completely abandoned his lesson to aid you, "i can walk down just fine! go back to teaching!"

"no!" he argues before turning back to his class to yell, "five minute water break!"

a collective "yes sir" was heard from the group as the students dispersed to the sidelines.

"san, i love you but i promise i'm fine!"

"i know, but i still worry over you my love." san confesses as he carefully holds your hand as you walk down.

"aigoo..."

closer to your date, you spent most of your days either in the dojo working at the front desk so that san could keep on you (more like you could keep an eye on him) or upstairs reading more parenting books and preparing the baby's room.

"how's the baby?" wooyoung asks, an old friend of san who occasionally stopped by the dojo to check up on you and take out san to relax.

"doing great! the doctors are saying the baby is healthy and don't see any problems or complications yet."

"ahhh, that's great to hear! how's san doing though? still stressing?"

"oh you bet he is." you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "taking him out for a drink tonight?"

"trying to but you know he doesn't like to leave your side."

another sign escapes your lips, it was possible that san was stressing you out by not being able to relax. "i'll convince him. he's been worrying too much."

"good luck with that one." wooyoung laughs.

"woo!" your husband shouts at his best friend coming out of the studio to the front with a towel in hand. "what brings you here?"

"just checking in your wife and the baby." wooyoung starts before flashing a quick glance at you, "but the boys and i are about to head down to the bar if you wanna grab a drink."

"ahhh, you know i would love to but," san says looking down at you with a smile. lately he's been running around the house trying to satisfy you're weird pregnancy cravings and help with the morning sickness all while still working full time down at the dojo. the stress and exhaustion was evident on your poor baby's face as the eye bags deepened and he wasn't his cheery self.

instead of returning the smile, you frown at him confusing san. "go sannie, i'll be fine."

"don't-"

"san, i will be okay." you laugh a little, trying to ease san's nerves, "i'll be down the street okay, baby? you deserve a break."

san looks back at wooyoung who looks eerily similar to the devil on his shoulder. "are you sure? what about dinner?"

"your mom dropped off some soup for us earlier, i can eat that. go out, have fun! you need to have some fun once in awhile baby."

"fine, but not too late." san complies while pointing a finger at wooyoung.

"i promise to bring him before eleven ma'am." wooyoung promises saluting to you before shooing san to go get changed.

"take care of him woo!"

the day of the pregnancy was absolutely terrifying yet exciting. it was the thrill of finally becoming parents that was the only thing keeping you sort of calm. your mind wandered every now and then to the idea of you being a bad mother but san was quick to shut down those thoughts.

you guys still didn't have any idea of what the gender was, deciding it would be fun to find out the day of. san was still confident that you guys were going to have a girl even though all the ajummas begged to differ with their superstitions.

"it's a girl!" the doctor exclaimed cuddling the newbown baby.

"i told you!" san shouts jumping into the air out of excitement before wrapping his arms tightly around you, his lips on your forehead. "thank you. thank you so much." tears of happiness flowed from san's eyes as he held you close, his warm embrace making you feel overwhelmed with his love.

"i love you so so much." san cried into your neck as he looked through blurry eyes at you cradling your daughter.

you couldn't even say anything too tired and overwhelmed to give a proper response. instead, you just cried with san holding the baby so close to your heart.

it felt refreshing? calming? something like that to be able to cry away your emotions. even the worries of becoming a mother washed away and instead hope and excitement for the future replaced the negative thoughts. you couldn't believe that you finally have a kid with the love of your life, not even just the love of your life but your best friend in the whole wide world.

god, you were so lucky to have a san in your life and he was just as lucky or even more to have you in his life. now, the both of you were fortunate to have a third in your new little family.

san let out a sniffle before planting a wet kiss to the crown of your head, "my girls."

#the delusions delusioned here #ateez oneshots #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez fluff oneshots #ateez fluff imagine #ateez fluff imagines #ateez fluff #choi san oneshots #choi san fluff #choi san imagines #choi san x reader #san oneshots #san fluff oneshots #san fluff #san imagines

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roguerambles · 3 months ago

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Hades: "Alright, do either of you feel like sharing why we're here?"

Poseidon: "Don't look at me - Zeus called me here?"

Zeus: "...no, Hades called me?"

Hades: "Why in Tartarus would I summon you both to some island in the middle of the sea? I've got enough on my hands trying to get the Underworld in working order--"

Reader: "How lovely of you three to join me! I suppose its "Your Majesties" now?"

Poseidon: "Ah. I thought I sensed you nearby."

Hades: "Of course. Dare I ask what you're scheming this time?"

Reader: "You wound me, Hades! But, I suppose, it is best to get the point. You may have heard, Hera is proposing a marriage between myself and Ares..."

Poseidon: "She is?"

Zeus: "Oh. Yes, she might have mentioned it....this displeases you?"

Reader: *slowly caresses Zeus's arm* "I am displeased at the thought of being...tied down. Especially so soon after our victory over the Titans. Isn't now the time for...pleasure?"

Zeus: ".....you make a...compelling argument--"

Hades: "Zeus!"

Poseidon: "Only a fool would anger Hera. You should--*trails off as Reader turns her attention to him, toying with his beard* "...we...should...why exactly did you summon us here?"

Reader: "Because I have more than a few fantasies involving you three, and I want to indulge them while I have the chance."

Hades: "Have you completely lost your mind--"

Reader: *slips her dress off, letting it fall to the ground*

Hades, Poseidon, Zeus: "......"

Reader: "...well?"

Zeus: ".....come here to me--"

Hades: "ZEUS! She's going to marry your son!"

Zeus: "...I mean, she hasn't married him yet--"

Hades: "ZEUS!"

Poseidon: "She has a point. Haven't we earned a little indulgence. With such a lovely creature--"

Hades: "You are both insane. Hera will--"

Reader: "Oh, I called in a little favour with Aphrodite." *caresses Hades's chest* "We won't have any interruptions. Now...why don't I show you all where the bedroom is...?" *strolls off seductively*

Hades: "....I swear on the River Styx, we are never talking about this again--"

Reader: *over shoulder* "I don't mind not talking about it again, as long as you swear doing it again isn't completely off the table."

Zeus and Poseidon: *looking to Hades eagerly*

Hades: "....Fates damn it all, fine!"

#blood of zeus #blood of zeus x reader #boz x reader #boz zeus x reader #boz poseidon x reader #boz hades x reader

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once-upon-an-imagine · 9 months ago

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Jaded - Charlie Weasley

A/N: so, I know that the last thing I should be doing right now is start another series… and yet… here we are xD also, I’m sorry, I know She Is Love won, but I think we have established by now that my mind kind of does whatever it wants and I have no control whatsoever xD it’s all chaos here… anyways, I hope you like it :)

Request - Anonymous asked: Hello, I hope you’re doing okay my lovely. I was wondering if you could possibly wite maybe a enemies/rivals to lovers with Charlie Weasley and the reader? (Lots of sarcastic banta back and forth maybe they both work on the dragon reserve and are entrusted with transporting a very dangerous dragon to a new reserve, but something happens on the journey and just them to are trapped (either with the dragon or not) and then an argument that leads to some form of confession? This is so long I’m so bloody sorry, and I hope your writers block subsides [full request here]

Warnings: Charlie’s a bit of an asshole [but not really] for now, I think that’s it but please let me know if I’m missing something, also reader is from the Nott family

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D

Your name: submit What is this?

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Jaded

Hey…j-j-jaded… you got your mama’s style, But you’re yesterday’s child to me. So jaded, you think that’s where it’s at, But is that where it’s supposed to be?You’re gettin’ it all over me… X-rated

Charlie fucking Weasley.

That stupid name had haunted you for more than ten years now. There were very few people you hated in your life but his name was definitely on that list.

After enduring seven years of him at Hogwarts, you thought you’d finally be free when he was being drafted to play Quidditch professionally and you would move to Romania to fulfill your dreams of studying dragons. But no, for some stupid twist of fate, he decided not to become a Quidditch player and all of the sudden there was another opening at the exact Romanian Dragon Sanctuary that you had applied to so, again, here he was. And it seemed that no matter what you did, you were never able to escape Charlie fucking—

“WEASLEY!” you yelled when you finally spotted him, not far from your hut.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite princess” you heard his voice as you approached him. “How can I help you, love?” he asked, brushing his hair away from his face, showing off his stupid tattoos on his stupid strong arms.

“I have asked you many times, to stop calling me that!” you glared at him. “I need to speak with you” you said, before you went back into your hut and he only raised his eyebrow before following you.

“Is this how you treat your guests, love?” he said, walking in and leaning on your desk as he started going through your stuff.

“I didn’t invite you” you smirked.

“You just did” he glared a little at you.

“Don’t be confused, Weasley, this is strictly business” you glared at him.

“Of course it is” he chuckled. “Are you working on the Sleeping Draught for the dragons? Weren’t we supposed to work on this together?”

“Yes, that is correct, Weasley. Excuse me for not wanting to wait 45 minutes to see you flirting with the group of girls casually visiting the reserve today” you told him.

“Oh, so you did notice that” he smiled. “Sorry, love, you must remember how it is” he said, brushing a hand through his curls and flashing his smile at you as you rolled your eyes. “I mean, I had a complete section cheering for me back at school” he shrugged.

“Oh, yes. How could I forget?” you asked, sarcastically.

“You don’t have to be so mean about it” he pouted. “Why are you making so much of it?” he asked, grabbing one of the phials.

“Why did I just find out that you are coming with me to Hogwarts, Weasley?”

“I asked first, Nott” he smirked, winking at you.

“Could you please not mess up my things?” you said glaring at him, knowing he did it just to anger you. “I am making more because we are bringing four dragons, not three” you explained.

“What? That doesn’t make sense, why? Isn’t it just three champions?”

“Well, obviously something happened, and now there’s four” you explained. “Now tell me why Steven just informed me that you are coming. Evan was supposed to bring them with me” you insisted.

“Tah-dah!” he smiled. “Surprise, darling! Looks like something came up and you got an upgrade so I’m coming with you instead” he smiled.

“Feels like a downgrade” you muttered.

“Hey!” he said, placing his hand on his chest and looking at you pretending to be hurt. “How can you say that? This is going to be so much fun. You, me, back at Hogwarts, like the good old days” he smiled flirtily at you. “Remember?”

“I’m not sure what days you’re remembering, Weasley” you said pushing him away. “But good is not what I would use to describe them” you told him.

“Of course not” he rolled his eyes, grabbing another bottle on your desk and throwing it in the air before grabbing it again.

“Give me that!” you said, grabbing it from him.

“Okay, so, since we’re getting four-” he said, as he grabbed one of your notepads.

“Stop saying we. You’re not coming with me” you glared at him.

“Oh, I beg to differ, love, see here?” he said, pointing at the paper you had earlier. “That’s my name, right next to yours” he smiled. “It’s official” he added. “So, let’s see what you’re bringing” he said, looking through your notes. “Chinese Fireball, Swedish Short-Snout, Common Welsh Green” he muttered. “Oh, I know, we should take the Hungarian Horntail we got last week” he smiled.

“What? Absolutely not!”

“Why not? That would be perfect” he said, grabbing a quill and adding it to the list.

“Weasley, that is one of the most dangerous dragon breeds and you want to take her to a school full of young students, do you have any idea how irresponsible that is?”

“Relax, it’s for the first task, I doubt it’ll be anything dangerous. Plus that’s why we’re going.

“No! We should take an Antipodean Opaleye” you said, trying to grab the notepad from him but he placed it out of your reach.

“Oh, come on, love. Live a little, I would have killed to see a Hungarian Horntail at that age” he smirked. “Nothing bad is gonna happen. We won’t let it” he insisted.

“You haven’t even spent time with her, Weasley, I have. I am telling you this isn’t a good idea!”

“What isn’t a good idea?” you both stopped when your boss, Steven stepped inside your hut.

“Well, we were just talking about how the fourth dragon should be the Hungarian Horntail” Charlie quickly said. “It was actually (Y/N)’s idea” he smiled.

“No, it wasn’t! I was saying that we should take the Antipodean Opaleye!”

“Come on, love, we are already taking a Common Welsh Green, we should bring something more exciting” Charlie insisted as he passed the notepad to Steven.

“I just don’t think that this-”

“I’m with Weasley” Steven said, before you could even finish. Of course, he was. Not because Steven was a jerk. He was actually a good boss. But this was the story of your life. Charlie would get away with anything he wanted. “I think the Hungarian Horntail would be an interesting choice. Plus, you’re going and if anyone can handle her, it’s you, (Y/N)” he smiled. “I’ll go make the arrangements while you finish the potion” he said, leaving your hut before you could argue.

“See? Lovely idea” Charlie smirked.

“Why did you do that? I’m telling you is not a good idea to bring her. She’s still settling in the idea of being around people-”

“You worry to much, love” he said, grabbing your phial and throwing it in the air again, but this time, he accidentally dropped it. “Uh-oh” he said, before smiling innocently at you as you took a deep breath. “That wasn’t… part of the Sleeping Draught potion, was it?”

“You mean the potion we’re giving to the, now four, dragons we have to transport that you were supposed to be helping me with 45 minutes ago?” you asked, upset.

“Uh-”

“Yes, Weasley, that was part of the potion” you told him.

*-*Flashback*-*

“Well, look who finally decided to show up” you said, annoyed, as Charlie entered the class and ran over to your desk. You couldn’t believe you were stuck with him as your Potions partner for the entire year.

“Sorry, princess. Practice ran late” he smiled, sitting next to you.

“Don’t call me princess. And I don’t understand how being in the Quidditch team gives you immunity so you can show up whenever you want to and work on half a potion” you said, as you added the next ingredient.

“Come on, love. Don’t hate on the team” he said smirking at you. “Everyone loves the team!”

“Oh, yeah, I have such a deep admiration for guys who fly around in sticks with other guys” you said with a sly smirk.

“I know you’re joking, but when you use that sexy voice, you know it turns me on a little” he mocked you.

“Ugh, I can’t stand you!”

“Then sit down” he smirked.

“Shut up! And help me with this thing, or I’m taking your name off the Potion” you said, as he saw the potion you were making on your book.

“Ugh, give it, you’re doing it wrong!”

“Excuse me? I have brewed the Volubilis Potion many times before, Weasley. And I am already halfway through, without your help. I am not doing it wrong!” you snapped frustrated.

“Yes, you are!” Charlie said grabbing the jar of Syrup of Hellebore from your hand but you didn’t let it go.

“No! Give it!” you said pulling it towards you.

“Ugh! You stuck-up, know-it-all drag!”

“Take that back you pompous Quidditch nut!” you argued, neither of you noticing Professor Snape coming towards your table.

“Mr. Weasley, Miss Nott-”

“Give it, Nott!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Fine!”

Charlie hadn’t been prepared for you to let it go and he ended up dropping the whole thing on the cauldron making it explode all over Professor Snape’s face. When you heard the small explosion, the entire class went dead silent and the two of you slowly turned to see your teacher’s face covered in soot.

“You two. Detention. Tonight. My office” Professor Snape said; as you both resisted with everything you had to not laugh at the change of his voice. “50 points off Gryffindor and 30 off Slytherin” he said before walking to his desk again.

“That’s not fair!” Charlie argued.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you sneaking in in the middle of my class, Mr. Weasley” he added.

“Ugh! Thanks a lot” Charlie snapped at you.

“Me? You’re blaming me? You’re the one who dropped it!”

“Only because you wouldn’t let it go!”

“Enough!” you heard Professor Snape from the front of the class. “Both of you out of my classroom!” he said standing up.

“But I wasn’t-”

“NOW!”

“See what you did?” Charlie said once you were outside.

“Me? I had never been kicked out of a class or had detention for that matter! This is all your fault!”

“No, it’s not! You were making it wrong!” he insisted.

“UGH! Just because you’re the Captain of your bloody team, you think you’re the boss of everything! And everyone!” you snapped frustrated.

“It’s not my fault you can’t stand to be wrong!”

“You are so… so-”

“Charming?” he said smirking and raising his eyebrow at you.

“Vexing!” you snapped, as you walked down the hall but he followed you.

“Really? Well, you’re no ray of sunshine either!” he glared at you. “‘Oh, look at me, I’m (Y/N) Nott. I’m a patronizing know-it-all princess who thinks is better than anybody else!’” he said mocking your voice.

“Ugh! I don’t talk like that! You’re infuriating!”

“You know what? I hope you fail all your NEWT’s!”

“Yeah? I hope you go bald!”

“I hope you end up an old spinster!”

“I hope they cancel Quidditch!”

“Take that back!” Charlie snapped.

“Make me!” you said smirking at him.

“You know what? I hope that once we graduate here, I won’t ever have to see your conceded face again!” he said, before turning around and leaving for the Gryffindor tower.

“My thoughts exactly, Weasley” you muttered to yourself before walking to the Library.

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“We can fix it, love. Don’t worry” he said, cleaning up the mess. “See? Just like old times” he smiled. “This is gonna be fun, princess!”

“Don’t call me that” you glared at him, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to contain yourself.

Yes, you had one very big problem. His name is Charlie fucking Weasley. And you have no fucking idea how you’re supposed to survive the next few weeks with him.

To Be Continued

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A/N: so… part 2?

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley imagine #charlie weasley series

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hetalia-club · 25 days ago

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Since I spent a couple months off and on looking for the strip that proves America is an Actor in the Hetaverse, let's talk about our head canons for other countries and how they may be famous. I have 2 others that I am like 100% positive on and that's England and Romano

Romano: Is an Opera singer. May go under a pseudonym but knowing him probably not. I do also think before his Opera career which is pretty recent when he lived with America for the few decades he was a crooner. I think that one he would have 100% done under a different name.

England: Is a reoccurring actor on the West End (The British Broadway). He does not go like for entire running's of a show but he does fill in and knows all the songs and lines for whatever part they want him to play that night. Not so much an understudy just they will bring him on for like a special night and it will get sold out minutes after it's announced England will be playing the lead that night. This is something he has being doing for a long awhile centuries maybe. I think he just really likes the theater.

I don't think every country likes the lime light. Like France for instance I think he just lives his life as like a normal guy for the most part. Maybe he will do like some tours every now and again but under a pseudonym.

Where Russia lives in complete isolation and is never seen like a cryptid. There may be stories like "One time fifty years ago my grandpa swears up and down he saw Russia fist fighting a grizzly bear in the woods behind our house But when he went to get his camera he was gone."

I think Italy is also just is a guy for the most part, but everyone knows who he is if that makes sense. The people of Italy know he is Italy and will greet him as such. But he just goes to the market and lives his life like a normal person. He will sit on the street corner painting and give away paintings to people. Like you'll see him and people will be like "Yeah that's Italy he's chill, I swear he used to work at the gelato shop under my apartment building, but that guy said his name was Feliciano or something like that I don't know, the resemblance was uncanny though."

I also think America loves the attention and dips his toes into everything. Not just acting. He directed that movie that we know of. We know he does commercials. I think he would also host award shows, stand up comedy, maybe going on the Tonight Show, SNL, featuring on some tracks with popular artists for a few bars (Not that I think he's a good singer but they can auto tune him J-Lo can't sing either but look at her go). Maybe he had a short lived country music career before he got bored. He has done Broadway a few times. You know just whatever he feels like. Maybe he plays on like the All-Star NBA team and Lebron tries to get a dunk on him. Basically if he's bored he'll just make a call and get in on something. Like what are they going to do tell him "No Mr. America you can't play basketball with us." No lol they will let him do whatever he wants and he'll sell out the crowd. Ever heard the USA chant? They made that for him.

Feel free to add to this all you want.

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Thinking about sex doll Scaramouche the scrapped concept and Wanderer the repurposed Sumeru line, and I bring you Kabukimono the unfinished doll. A ScaraWan model that didn't get all the code written up in him properly or completely. He has the IQ of a roomba. He has no idea what his functions or roles should be, them not being programmed in. He has no concept of how strong he is, oftentimes accidentally grabbing objects and shattering them by accident. His owner/maintenance technician is unsure if the robot even understands that it's a robot, or if it's trying to become a human. Kabukimono showing up with a freshly bleeding heart in his hand beaming like "Am I human now? :D"

tw - implied violence, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, disturbing themes.

ahhhhhfdlsjdkjslsjfdlsk the current wanderer lore is that he was formerly a failed cross-over model between the harbingers and the shogunate line who was then mellowed out and released with sumeru's more academic characters, so i can absolutely believe that in the mess of his development and production, there were a few models made that just,,, weren't finished, for lack of a kinder way to put it. he's got an incomplete backstory with plot holes you could drive a plane through, clothes that don't quite fit with the harbinger's cold-war-chic aesthetic or the shogunate's refined elegance, and most of his functions were made, well, functional. you're told all that up-front when you find a badly mangled model at a warehouse sale, but you don't care. he's got that beat-up alley-cat charm, and as a veteran companion-droid technician, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you didn't bring him home.

he works better than you expect him to, despite everything you've heard. his base programming (things like 'humans need air to breathe and breathing is good' and 'don't burn down the kitchen when asked to pour a glass of water') is in-tact, and he still has his verbal faculties, even if he does still get tripped-up on names every now and then. he spends the first few weeks following you around like a lost puppy, watching you fix up other androids and go about your daily routines with parted lips and wide eyes, but once he settles in, he's more of a housepet than a companion droid, constantly either lingering at your side or sitting at your feet, never farther than across the room. sometimes, he tries to help around your workshop, but he doesn't exactly have the gentle touch you need to deal with something as delicate as androids. you've found him elbow-deep in the wiringof other teyvat droids before, and well he has yet to do any damage you can't repair, you'd rather not catch him staring blankly at a nearly disassembled ayato with oil soaking into the clothes him again.

the only things you're genuinely worried about are his self-awareness protocols. he doesn't seem to understand the difference between androids and humans (despite having watched you take apart and put together more than a few of the former), and some of the phrases he uses just don't align with the lines his more official counterpart would spout when given the same prompt, occasionally referring to a 'mother' or a blacksmith he can't remember the name of. you've tried to correct him, to pull out your decade-old anatomy charts and drill a few haphazard biology lessons into his metal skill, but there's only so much you can do to change the ones and zeroes that make up his consciousness. there's not much you can do, but still, you'll wish you'd done more when he comes back from a routine errand with something red and pulpy cupped in his hands, his eyes bright and a wide smile plastered across his lips - when he asks, in the sweet, oblivious tone you've never been able to hold anything against, if this is all he needs to be human, to be with you permanently.

when it becomes clear that his programming was just a little more faulty than anyone thought to tell you.

#sex doll au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere genshin impact #yandere wanderer #yandere scaramouche

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quintinh43 · 8 months ago

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BFF's 4 Life

Set in the world of Loving You Is As Easy as ABC 123

Here are my head cannons, on before Quinn and the reader became a couple.

You and Quinn lived together for eight months before he finally found a place for himself. In that time the two of you grew very close.

Quinn was very sad to leave and debated just staying with you, but in the end he decided to go through with the move because his new place was closer to Rogers arena.

He did try to convince you to move in with him, but you didn't because your apartment was closer to the university and work.

Quinn would come into the coffee shop that you worked at every time you were working. And every time, without fail, you would present him with some obscene concoction of sugar and caffine that no one had ever heard of.

"I swear to god, i'm gonna get diabetes because of you." Yet without fail he would drink every last drop.

During covid, you started going on morning runs because otherwise, you would've gone crazy. Especially having all of your uni classes online.

Quinn started joining you after a while because he was also going crazy, and the runs really really helped, especially because he got to do them with you.

You were also the one who taught Quinn how to cook during this time. And you were genuinely infuriated when he became a better cook than you. "I'll never forgive you" you grumble, while Quinn cackles as he pulls burnt aspargus out of the oven. "Student becomes the master" he shrugs, and you throw a handful of asparagus at him.

When Quinn got covid, you showed up at his apartment covered head to toe, complete with gloves, a mask, and eyewear, holding a container of chicken noodle soup.

Quinn laughed, immediately took a photo and then proceeded to launch into a coughing fit so bad he turned the colour of a tomato.

At which point you took a photo of him. The two of you keep the photos as blackmail, and if either of you were to ever use them, all hell would break loose.

You own so so so much canuck gear, it's unhinged (courtesy of Quinn of course.) You joked about starting to sell some stuff on eBay, and Quinn looked so genuinely distraught that you never made that joke again.

When you officially started teaching, all the canuck gear came in handy. Especially when you were being lazy and didn't have time to pick an outfit.

At first everyone thought you were just a Canuck super-fan, until one day Quinn had to drop you off at work because your car was in the shop.

Then of course everyone though the two of you were dating. Which got really annoying.

The first time you officially brought Quinn to class was because he had a full day off and didn't know what to do with himself. He begged you to take the day off to spend it with him, but "Some of us have real jobs Quinn."

"Hey! My job is real"

"Well, unfortunately for you I can't just not show up. You had to have given me at least a two day notice so I could've found a substitute."

"Y/nnnnn," he whined, flopping off your bed dramatically while you finished getting dressed. "What am I supposed to do all day?"

" If you're really so concerned about being bored to death, get dressed and come help me be a glorified babysitter for the day" you snorted

Quinn's head snapped up excitedly "wait seriously?"

You were joking, but it happened anyway.

The kids were so well-behaved that you debated bringing Quinn to work with you every day.

Whenever you were on a break, Quinn pestered you to be hanging out with him the whole time. Which usually ended up with recipe expiramenting, Quinn helping you mark papers and lesson plan, or Quinn dragging you along to practice/games/events etc.

One time, he even pestered you to come on a week long roadie with him during winter break. To which you declined - because that was definitely stepping over a 'best friend' relationship line, and you were under the firm impression that Quinn would never love you the way you loved him.

The guys always teased him mercilessly about being in love with you.

"For fucks sake, Huggy. Are you blind? Do you see the way she looks at you?"

After Quinn became captain, whenever his teammates threatened to tell you that he was in love with you he threatened to make them do bag skates for an entire practice.

They shut up really quick after that.

The team loves you, and they always say that whenever they have kids they are sending them to the school you teach at.

Whenever Quinn watched you interact with Kids he gets a little starry eyed and drooly.

Quinn is a very common topic of conversation in your classroom. You often use him as your muse whenever you're doing projects.

He loves it, and he keeps every single piece you've done on him. From art projects, to Health projects.

You even managed to use him in a math project once. (You used little cutouts of his head as addition blocks, he laughed so hard he was crying.)

If Quinn has a game on a week day, you try to wear some form of his merchandise, and he always asks for a fit picture.

Quinn never ever ever let you pay for anything. "You don't even make 1/10th of my salary"

"Way to make a girl feel good about her job,"

"Wait, I didn't mean it like that im sor- no wait. I'm not insulting your job, I'm insulting the people that pay you. You are literally raising our future generations, and the government pays you like trash. If anything, our salaries should be reversed. I basically work in the entertainment industry."

"Ok, well I can still afford to pay for my own shit" you grumble.

Quinn rolls his eyes. "Don't be so stubborn. Put your plastic bank card away. it's insulting in my presence"

"Sorry we don't all have metal fucking credit cards that make noise when we drop them" you spit back.

It continues to be a fight every. single. time.

Whenever you do somehow manage to pay, Quinn is fuming and throughly debates not talking to you for a week.

He never lasts more than a couple hours.

Whenever Quinn left for the summer, you got really lonely. Especially because as a teacher, you had the whole summer off.

He always invited you to come to Michigan with him, but there was always a nagging in your head about "crossing the best friend line"

One summer, you decided to teach summer school for high-schoolers to keep yourself busy. And it was fucking hell. Hormonal sweaty teenagers trying to learn a subject in three weeks rather than four months was so so bad.

Quinn gladly listened to you complain every day, "shoulda come to michigan with me." He would shrug

"Mom and dad have been asking about you," he would throw in quietly.

Which leads us into your relationship with Quinn's family.

Over the six years that the two of you have been friends you've met his parents and both his brothers.

Luke was fourteen, and Jack was sixteen when you met them for the first time.

They both fell IN LOVE with you.

They would call you to ask for homework help, often saying something like, "You're a teacher, what do i do?"

"I'm not a teacher yet, guys. I still have to finish my degree, you know." You would laugh awkwardly and help them anyways.

You blamed both Jack and Luke for the dreadful summer you taught high-schoolers. Simply because you had enjoyed teaching Jack and Luke so much, you thought it would be the same.

They had much the same response as their shithead older brother "you should've come to michigan"

As they grew and saw how you and Quinn looked at each other, they would tease him mercilessly as good brothers do.

"Dude, if you don't confess, I'll marry her." sixteen year old Luke would smirk

That had Quinn seething, and it was quite funny. "You fucking imbecile."

"Mom! Quinn called me a bad word!"

Jack was often cackling in the background or telling Quinn to stop being the world's biggest dumbass.

The day you saw Luke in person and he had grown taller than you, you collapsed dramatically into his arms and pinched his cheeks aggressively. Crying about your favourite little kiddo being all grown up.

Ever the awkward teenager Luke just blushed and grumbled about not being a baby.

Whenever Jack and Luke visit Vancouver, they always ask to visit your classroom.

The first time all three NHL superstar hughes brothers were in your classroom it was fucking chaos throughout the entire school. You got yelled at by the principal, and they had to leave while the cops chased away reporters.

The four of you will never forget the dressing down you got in the principals office that day. It felt like you were a group of playground bullies getting scolded for pushing kids off the slide.

"This is getting brought up at ALL of our weddings." Jack grins as the boys hug you goodbye and head over to Quinn's place.

"Yeah, all three weddings," Luke says with a mischievous grin.

Both you and Quinn blush and choose to ignore Luke's statement.

Until he's winking at you over dramatically and making duck lips at you. The Quinn is dragging him towards the car by his ear and promising to pick you up when school is out.

The way luke can swing between awkward twenty-year old and Youngest child menace is so funny to you.

Now onto Ellen and Jim

They also absolutely love you.

They have loved you since you were freshly nineteen and offering up your apartment for Quinn, when all you knew about him was that he was an anxious teenager.

Jim gives the best advice. He's especially knowledgeable when it comes to kids, "its not very different than dealing with grown men who strap blades to their feet and call it a job." He says teasingly, while all his kids protest.

Ellen is the sweetest angel of a human you have ever met. She takes no nonsense from her kids, and always makes sure Quinn is good to you.

She has a knowing twinkle in her eye when she sees you and Quinn together and it makes your chest ache a little.

Her hugs are always long, and her words sweet, and she always reminds you that you have a family with the Hughes no matter what.

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Hey guys! Guess who's back and better than ever 😎 we're getting a fic between tomorrow and Saturday, so stay tuned. Anyways, I hope yall like this! If there's anything from here you'd like to see turned into a blurb/fic let me know! I've been super inspired for this universe as of late. Also I am going through the requests in my inbox. So if you requested something it's hopefully coming soon! I've been super busy with school, but it's calming down for a couple weeks and then finals will be in full swing! I love you all and I hope you enjoy this! As always comment comment comment! And I hope you guys are doing amazing.

Love Soph 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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nfr-girly · 1 month ago

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Come back to me ~ Ted lasso x reader Part 1

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Summary: 5 years ago you and Ted confessed your feelings for each-other before he left for Kansas knowing you and him would never be able to be together, what happens when he suddenly comes back to coach Richmond again?

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“Right so when is the new coach coming to meet you?”

After 5 years of Roy coaching AFC Richmond, he had decided to pack it in. When everyone first heard about the news, the whole of Richmond went mental. Every newspaper, every pub, every household was raving on about it. Everyone well respected Roy’s commitment to the team, so to see him back away from the role shook the entire town.

Seeing as it had been 5 years since Ted left, no one expected he would ever come back, not everyone liked him but they sure as hell respected him. It had been hard on the team after he left, you can remember them talking about Ted after he left and letting themselves get ‘all sappy’, to put it into their words.

It had been specifically hard on you, though. The night before he left you ran to his house to let him know you were in love with him. You knew either way you two couldn’t be together, whether he felt the same way or not.

But he did. He had to go and make it harder by telling you he was in love with you too.

You were hoping for a casual heartbreak, you’d confess your feelings and he’d tell you he only saw you as a friend, you’d be okay with it because you’d never see him again. But that wasn’t the case.

*the night you told him*

Your hands were shaking as you approached his door. You had already said your goodbye earlier even though you knew it wasn’t the last.

You already prepared yourself for the heartbreak that was to come. He’ll probably say I’m too young for him, that him and I would never work. Or that he was still in love with Michelle.

You shake off your thoughts and ring the bell. Shit

Footsteps can be heard from the other side, a quick “one moment!!” shouted out

You were tempted to run away, to leave him confused at the door as you leave behind the man you fell so deeply in love with.

Before you could even make a decision the door opened, and there he stood.

“Oh hey y/n!! What are you doing here?” He stood there, apron on, messy hair.

“Hi. Could I talk to you?” Your tone was serious, serious enough Teds smile dropped slightly

“Yeah-yeah of course come on in” he shuts the door and leads you to the kitchen

“I’ve just been making some biscuits. Give em’ to the boss tomorrow. What did you wanna talk to me bout?”

You stare at Teds eyes, taking in the sight of him while you can before he leaves you.

“Y/n? You okay?” Teds smile has dropped completely now, all he feels now is worry

“I need to tell you something, and I know im the biggest dickhead in the world for telling you this the night before you leave but if I don’t say it now I’ll never get to.” You pause to look at Ted, his eyebrows showing worry as he nods, allowing you to carry on.

“I’m like, so so in love with you. And I can’t help it. I know that I’m only the marketing director, while you’re the coach. Plus we’re almost 20 years apart in age, I know that. But you can’t blame me because from the moment you came here, even while everyone thought you were a wanker, your entire personality drew me in. I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way for you but if I am then so be it. I know that by tomorrow you’ll be gone, and it’ll most likely be the case that we won’t see eachother again, but you need to know how I feel otherwise it’ll stick with me forever. I’m not saying you have to feel the same way, and if you want I’ll leave right now. But you-.. you just had to know.”

You look at teds face. You can’t read him at all. He’s looking at you like some sort of statue, just frozen in time. You slowly move towards your coat, ready to go when you see him move.

He blinks and looks you up and down, his breathing staggered as he scrunches his eyes shut and wipes them. It looks like he’s crying?

Your face drops, you put your coat down and move towards him

“Ted? Are you okay?” You worry now. Shit. I shouldn’t have said anything

He looks up from the floor to look at you. His eyes are now as red as they can be, he sniffles his nose every five seconds as he struggles to find his words.

“I really, really wish you hadn’t told me that” you stay there, still, unsure what to say

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to make you cry I only wanted you to know how i felt. If you feel guilty you don’t need to I understand! We can still be friends-“

“No. Y/n you don’t get it”

You stood still, waiting for him to continue

“I wish you hadn’t told me cause now I gotta leave here knowing you love me back” teds words take a minute to set in

“Wait- what do you mean ‘back’” you knew what he meant, you just needed him to say it

“I mean- I mean that I love you too, like in all the ways someone could love a person, I love you. And I hate it. Cause now I gotta walk away still madly in love with you.”

Ted stops, you both stare at eachother, not sure what the say next, that is until Ted breaks the ice

“But what the hell you think I can say now? I can’t stay here you know that. I’ve got Henry I can’t leave my boy-“

“Ted. Ted I know. I’m not asking you to stay, at all. Henry needs you. But if I never said anything it would drive me crazy”

Ted looks down at the ground, tears in his eyes now cause of how unfair the whole situation is

“I know. But no matter how I feel, or what I say I still gotta go back to Kansas”

You nod. You can feel tears about to escape but you hold them in

“Listen, I know that you and me wouldn’t be able to make it work, with me being over there and us being busy as hell all the time. But that don’t mean I’m gonna stop loving you. Cause I want that life with you. I want to you to be the first thing I wake up to in the mornin’, last thing I see when I go to sleep. I want you with me, all the time.”

You look up at him, unsure of what to say

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be back, i can’t make that promise. But I need you to know if I ever decided to come back, I’d be the first one at your door. Even if 20 years had passed, even if you’re married and have kids I’d be here. Cause I ain’t letting you go so easy”

You nod, tears now escaping your eyes

“Hey hey… baby don’t cry” he steps towards you and wipes them

“I’m okay, I just thought it’d hurt less than this you know?” You laugh as he does too. The whole situation sucks, you both know it.

“I should get going then. I dont know if I’ll ever leave if not now” you say

You two back away from eachother as you wipe your eyes “yeah uh- yeah let me walk you to the door” Ted clears his throat as you two slowly walk next to eachother. You try to look around his apartment, memorising everything for the last time.

He opens the door and you two come out the apartment. You turn around to look at him to see he’s already looking at you.

“So.. this is it then”

“Yeah.”

Before you can regret it you practically jump into his arms, your arms around his neck as you hold him as tight as you can. He immediately reacts back by putting his arms around your waist and hiding his face in your neck

“I’m gonna miss you so much Ted, you know that right?”

“I know darlin’, I’m gonna miss you too. So much”

You two stay like that for what seemed like an hour, scared to let the other one go

Finally, you pull apart. You can see teds eyes now, you know he’s going to cry, you could say the same for yourself

“Make Richmond proud okay? And make me proud.” Ted says

“I will. Ted, don’t be a stranger, okay? And say hello to Henry for me too” I smile

“I will.”

You two give eachother a quick hug before you go out his gate

You turn around and give him a wave, he gives one back, before you turn around and walk away. The tears all come out now, your vision completely blurred by the uncontrollable amount that’s coming out. You don’t care if anyone sees you, you just want to get home.

Ted keeps on looking at you until you’re out of vision, which he then goes back into his apartment, no smile on his face anymore, no emotion whatsoever expect pure misery. He was supposed to be excited, he was finally gonna be home with his boy. But the entire night all he could think about was you

God, he loved you so much. But he didn’t think you loved him back. He had made peace with that and accepted that his love was unrequited. That is until you had to show up at his door and make the whole situation 10x harder.

He couldn’t blame you though. Never ever could he blame you for anything. He was mad. Mad at the whole thing. Why did Michelle have to go ask him for a divorce, why’d he have to go and fall in love with the marketing director of the club, why the hell did he even come to England in the first place. Part of him wishes he never took the job, because having to leave you wouldn’t be something he could handle. Ever

He tidied up the kitchen. Made sure the house was clean and his bags were packed. He took his time going to bed, he didn’t want to rush himself cause he was one step away from completely breaking down

finally he got into bed, wrapped all his blankets around himself. Then he let himself hurt, he let himself cry until he physically couldn’t anymore.

*back to present*

“Well the new coach will be coming by 3, so you’ll be gone by then, but I’m sure you’ll catch him tomorrow” Rebecca hands you your tea before settling on the couch next to keeley

“so you don’t know who it is?” You ask

“Only Higgins and Roy know, he won’t tell me owt though” Keely responds

You nod as you sip your tea. You start to go through who you think the new coach could be in your head, you think of Ted for a moment before brushing your thought away.

“Well Higgins say he’s very good at coaching so I do hope we’ve got a good one”

You three keep on talking for the next half hour

*time skip to the evening*

You’re in your apartment cooking dinner, when keeley sends you a quick text

Keels 🎀

just met the new coach, you’re gonna love him

You

What’s his name!!

Keels 🎀

Afraid I can’t say babes, but trust me, you’re gonna LOVE him

You smile at keeleys antics. You’re nervous about meeting this new coach. You know hes going to be great, but at the end of the day you just want Ted back.

You finish up your dinner and clean a bit around the place, that’s when you hear the doorbell ring. It’s 10pm, who’s up at this time?

You go up to the door and open it, expecting either a late delivery, or maybe someone from work. What you don’t expect, is the man who left you 5 years ago, still smitten.

“Ted?”

“Hey sweetheart”

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starlightkun · 4 months ago

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⏯ teaser word count: 839 | full fic: 9.5k ⏯ genre: fluff, established relationship, band au, punk drummer!sungchan, sequel to filler episodes, reader isn’t completely boring anymore! yay!, she’s still figuring it out a little bit but it’s not a full-fledged quarter life crisis anymore, ft. shotaro/eunseok/wonbin as sungchan’s bandmates, and nct dream 00 line as reader’s normal friends™ ⏯ warnings: the usual cursing, and reader gets creeped on briefly in a scene but gets out of there very quickly, and that’s really it! if i missed any please let me know ⏯ extra info: this is the sequel to filler episodes, it cannot be read as a standalone! ⏯ estimated release: saturday, august 3, 2024 3:00 p.m. eastern time

At the end of the show, you were sat at the band’s merch table. In addition to being the de facto tour manager and photographer/videographer, you also usually managed the merch table for Roses for Eyes. The headliner had plenty of crew to spare to work it, but you wanted to help however you could, and this was honestly one of your favorite parts. Various members usually came to hang out by the merch table and meet and talk with the concert goers, and you loved hearing all the praise that was showered on the guys. Almost nobody had heard of them before coming to the concerts, but it made your chest puff up with pride at how many people stayed just to tell the guys how much they loved their set.

Roses for Eyes didn’t have a lot of merch. In fact, they had exactly one kind of t-shirt, and CDs of their one and only semi-professionally recorded EP for sale. Which made your job easier, you just had to either hand them a CD, or ask their size in shirt.

“Oh my god, you’re here too!” Your next customers were the women who you had spent almost the whole concert with, their eyes sparkling with recognition and delight at you.

“Yes, I am!” You laughed as one reached out to fix your hair. “I’m everywhere, I swear. What can I get you guys?”

They each got a shirt, and a couple got CDs too. As you ran their cards and accepted their cash, they raved to you about the show.

“You know, I’d never heard of them before this, but they were so good!”

“That’s what everyone says,” you replied with a grin.

“I loved the first song they played, that was like—” She started mimicking the melody, and you recognized it immediately.

“Ah, ‘Lonely as Mars’!” You perked up. “That’s one of my favorites.”

“What’s your favorite song then?”

“Oh, I can’t say.” You grinned. “It’s not released yet…”

They all laughed and giggled at this. One peeked at the track list of the CD she had just bought from you again before looking up at you. “Guess we’ll have to wait until it’s released then, huh?”

“Yes, yes, please keep an eye out!” You couldn’t help it, you were proud of your boyfriend and the rest of your friends.

“Alright, beautiful, we’ll stop holding up your line.” One of them chuckled, giving your cheek a final tweak before the four of them moved over to the short line to chat with the band.

You couldn’t pause on that moment for too long, as more patrons came up to your table.

Once people had finally started trickling out of the venue, and you had no line left in front of either your merch table or to meet the band, you were unsurprised when Sungchan pulled up an extra folding chair next to you.

“You know,” he let out a sigh, scooting right up next to you until your legs were pressed together. “I think we need to completely deck you out in Roses for Eyes merch from head to toe.”

“One, you guys don’t even have that much merch. Two, I think all that would accomplish would be making me looking like a crazed fan.”

“Aren’t you?”

“I am your biggest fan,” you acquiesced with a giggle at how serious he looked, squeezing his leg. “But we need security to let me in, you know.”

“What about a shirt with my face on it?”

“I think that’d be even worse.”

“It can say ‘CREW’ on the back or something.”

You laughed again. “I did tell that guy I was working, you know. Which did nothing.”

“I know, baby, I’m not mad at you.” Sungchan put an arm around the back of your chair, leaning in closer to inform you, “I was up on stage wishing I could’ve been kicking his face instead of the bass drum.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t hop off stage just to beat up somebody in the crowd.” You whispered back. “Even if it would’ve been deserved.”

“God, I don’t know if I can take another month of hearing you get hit on from right next to me.” He was presumably referencing times like now, with you at the merch table and him nearby talking to patrons.

“You think I like hearing people compliment your tattoos as an excuse to feel up your arms?”

“I don’t let them!” He protested. “And sometimes they do actually like my tattoos!”

“I know, Sungchan,” you snickered. “It’s hard being the hottest couple ever, isn’t it?”

“God truly gives his toughest battles to his sexiest soldiers,” Sungchan joked back, letting his arm drop down to your waist.

“Hey, on the bright side, tomorrow is the Venue:Hell show,” you reminded him. “I’ll have Jeno and Jaemin and my other two much less sturdy friends there. Not to mention Anton, Sohee, and Seunghan.”

He didn’t seem much happier about this, letting out a little grumble, “Mmm, alright.”

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martyrsex · 9 months ago

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Jason Todd x Singer reader (fem)

Author's note: I received such a surprisingly positive reply from this! I haven't posted in months, so this caught me off guard completely. (Yes 15 notes is good for me lmao 🥹) In this version, Jason knows who reader are since the beginning. I thought it'd be more fun.

So, basically this a longer version of the first part + a second part. I intend to write this in chapters. Enjoy and please give me your thoughts ❤️

Part two:

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Jason Todd knew one thing or two about twitter. Or X, whatever. The thing is: he's at least three times a month in the trending topics. Not him exactly, but Red Hood. Red Hood is always there.

It goes from people hating on him, to young girls (psycho's in his opinion) calling him babygirl or daddy. He doesn't understands and he doesn't want to. He's not much one from social media, so when he is on the trending topics, normally someone from the family teases him about it.

This time is no different. Dick Grayson and Tim Drake are laughing way too hard. Looking from Tim's phone directly towards Jason. He sighs, closing the book he is reading. Currently they are all comfortably sitting on the library, eating Alfred's cookies and tea.

"What is it?" Jason asks, already regretting the question.

"Open twitter." Tim says, a huge smile on his face. Jason feels a chill down his spine because he knows it's going to be bad. Not that he cares. He doesn't give a shit about public's opinion.

But sometimes the comments about him, the mean comments wishing him to die... Those get to him. So he's prepared for that. For people hating, or for his fangirls fighting deciding who'd be his next imaginary girlfriend.

But he never expected to be shipped with someone else. He knows who you are. Everybody knows who you are. A talented young singer, that ascended till the top in less than three years. Doing some works on modeling from time to time for McQueen or Vogue or Versace, because you're that beautiful.

He wouldn't call himself a fan, but he does think you are musically talented. Anyway, everyone is shipping him with you.

And he doesn't know why.

"Why am I being shipped with her?" He asks, out loud. Before Dick or Tim can answer, Steph bursts into the library's door laughing.

"Jason-"

"I know."

She laughs again. He starts to scroll down the comments, until he finds a video of a live interview you did on Kurt's show, that prick. The journalist is famous for doing weird questions.

"So, everybody knows you have a bit of thing for vigilantism. How did that start?" Kurt asks, crossing his arms and giving the public a charming smile.

"Oh, it started with Batman, of course. I was a little kid when I heard the stories about the man that haunted the nights in Gotham. I am a L.A girl, but either way I absolutely felt enchanted. It's just so cool that is there someone out there that takes justice in their own hands."

Yeah, right. She's a fan of the Batass. Jason scoffs while watching the video, but continues anyway.

"And who is your favorite vigilante?" Kurt asked, leaning closer to her. He was a charming man, young and successful, just like her.

"Oh, Red Hood, definitely." She says that without a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Just a plain, simple answer.

"Red Hood? Isn't he a bit... extreme?" Kurt said, tilting his head.

"I think he is doing good in his own ways, and that is so freaking cool, you know? And I think his motorcycle is super... uh, how can I say? Hot." She says, and gives the public a little giggle. She continues:

"Which doesn't mean I agree with everything he does. But I find his persona interesting and refreshing. He's different from the rest, different approaches and all. It makes me curious about who is the man behind the mask."

"If you could say anything to him, what would you say?" Kurt asks, smiling.

"Oh! I'd probably ask him to take me on a ride with his bike. And to get a girlfriend. I think he needs a feminine touch in his life." She answers, with an amused grin.

The video ends and Jason doesn't really know what to think. You just said he needed a girlfriend. A feminine touch.

The truth is, he can't really disagree. When was the last time he felt a woman's body close to his? More time than he wants to admit. Months. Maybe more than a year. In his defense, it's not that he doesn't have the game. He just don't have the energy to play it.

Steph laughs takes him out of his wandering thoughts. He looks up at his siblings, an irritated expression in his face.

"Read the tweets, the tweets are the best part!" She says, chuckling again. Jason goes straight to the shipping hashtag. People saying they want to be Jason, people saying they want to be you, people saying they want to be the bed where you both - forget it.

He sighs and throws his cellphone on the couch, sitting back and beginning to read his book.

"That's it? That's your reaction?" Dick asks, tilting his head like a curious dog.

"It's just a bunch of tweets. People will forget eventually. Nothing I should worry about." Jason replies, not taking his eyes off The Catcher in the Rye.

Little did he know.

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Okay. Maybe you shouldn't have said that. Maybe you were dumb and reckless. And now your agent and her team are almost killing you.

It's not your fault. You were always told to be honest, because your fun and outgoing (at least on stage) personality were one of your best traits.

"Are you crazy! This could have led to terrible repercussions. What if everyone focused on the fact that you support a murderer?!" Claya, your agent says, almost shouting.

"Well, they didn't. Now they are just shipping him with me." You say, trying to defend yourself. The truth is, behind the cameras and the stage and all the "popstar" persona you have to pull out, you are an introvert. You have two lifes.

"Yeah, and you should be grateful for it. This can even be a good sign. It seems people are interested in your love life. We can use that for our advantage." Claya says.

You adore her, really. And it's her job to figure it out how to make your career ascend. And she does it very well. But sometimes you just wish it wouldn't be about money or status. It would be just about how to do good music.

Anyway, you don't want to be ungrateful. You're living your childhood dream. So you take those thoughts out of your mind.

"Well, what do you have in mind?" You ask, blinking in confusion.

"We're going to Gotham. You're going to do a show there." Claya says, confidently and typing on her computer.

"Are you out of your mind? Shows in Gotham always go wrong. The Chase Atlantic show from last month was attacked by Pyg!" You say, trying to contain your agent's wicked ideas.

"Honey, don't worry. Maybe Red Hood appears in to save the whole ordeal. It couldn't be better." Claya says, standing up and closing her computer.

Claya and the team leave you alone to think. It's not like you have a lot of choice in the matter, anyway. If she says you're doing the show, you gotta do it.

But it's just a show, right? Nothing to worry about.

Little did you know.

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multifandomfanficss · 9 months ago

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It’s About Time

Ed Nygma/The Riddler x Reader

Prompt: Ed offers to help you with time management when you tell him you’re stressed at work. Your conversation is interrupted by an attack on the GCPD by the Maniax.

Warnings: Mentions of murder, cannibalism, r*pists, abuse, and general graphic violence. Gotham typical violence. Mental health struggles. Sensory issues and meltdowns common with autism. Panic. Near death experiences. Claustrophobia. References to being buried alive. Nightmares.

A/N: I’m rewatching Gotham and I didn’t realize the missed potential for hurt/comfort the first time I watched this show 7 years ago. My work load has been really heavy lately, but this show broke me out of my writers block and I made time for the writing bug. This takes place in the middle of Ed’s Riddler arc. He hasn’t fully become the Riddler yet, but he has already made his first kill. The reader has qualities of an autistic person, but is not explicitly said to be autistic. I accidentally code a lot of my characters to be autistic because I am, but this was more intentional to reflect Ed’s autistic coding. Feel free to read into it or not! You don’t have to be autistic to read and hopefully enjoy this! Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

“I’ve been so stressed lately.” You sigh. “It’s like I can’t get anything done that I actually need to get done.” You stand in the hallway of the precinct talking to your friend Ed. You were stressing about this case and Jim Gordon was making you go through hundreds of old files for him. You were never part of the real action, but the horrifying crime scene photos and evidence you had to pull through everyday was taking a toll on you. Gordon’s time crunches never helped either. You understood that lives were often on the line, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“What can some people never get enough of and others say is too much? What has the ability to fly when having fun or is stuck completely frozen when you need it to move?” He smiles. You stare at him blankly. You had not been getting enough sleep. You loved hearing his riddles, but you were never the best at giving him the answers. It was so hard for your mind to keep track of it all. “Do you give up?” He asks.

“My brain just isn’t braining right now.” You laugh. “What’s the answer?”

“Time.” He beams, happy with himself. “You should try to implement a better time management plan. You look tired all the time. It’s like you’re not even sleeping.”

“Thanks, Ed.” You give a dry laugh.

“You know what I mean.” You nod in an agreement with him. “You might be the only person who usually knows what I mean.” He says, fiddling with his fingers and the buttons on his coat.

He was right. Nobody quite seemed to get him, but nobody quite seemed to get you either. You had always felt this odd draw to him that you could never quite explain. Truthfully you think you have feelings for him, but you always bury them. He saw you as a friend and he really needed a friend. Besides he had been pinning over Kristen since before you even got to the precinct. You had mixed feelings towards her. On one hand you felt bad for her. She was always getting mixed up with shitty boyfriends who treated her poorly, but on the other hand she had a mean streak. You never liked how she treated Ed. It was like he wasn’t a person with feelings to her and that made you so angry.

“You’re right. I haven’t been sleeping.” You tell him.

“Why is that?” He asks.

“We live in Gotham. With the terrifying shit we see everyday, I don’t know how anyone sleeps.”

“Are you having nightmares again?” He asks, his face painted with concern.

“It’s fine. It’s just work stress. It’s just this case. I’m fine.” You smile. It wasn’t a real smile. Your smiles always came so naturally around Ed that he knew something was off. He was about to press when you heard gunshots coming from down the hall. Your body immediately froze like a dear in headlights in the middle of the hallway.

You’ve had violent people in the precinct before and it always made you nervous, but this was different. The Maniax were on the loose and you knew they were too unhinged to care about survivors or bargains. With Jerome Valeska at the helm, along side cannibals, rapists, and murderers you were terrified. They’d escaped from Arkham days ago and already managed to murder dozens of people. This was far too close to the action for you, as you heard Jerome’s laugh bellowing down the hall from the bullpen; a laugh you remembered from one of your early cases at the precinct. You had felt bad for him and tried to help him when his mother died. You will never forget the laugh he let out when Jim realized he wasn’t as innocent as you’d thought. It ran a chill through your spine.

Everything started moving too fast when you realized you were being pulled down the hall quickly. Once you realized you were holding hands, you tightly grasped Ed’s hand, not wanting to be separated from him. He brings you further down the hall into the ME’s lab.

“W-where are we going?” You stutter. It’s like your mouth can’t keep up with your racing mind.

“Do you trust me?” He looks at you trying to stay calm.

“Ed, what are you doing?” You’re panicking. He can tell. It’s not hard to tell, as your hands fidget and your breathing is heavy. You’re trying to stay calm.

“(Y/N), I need you to trust me.” He places his hands on your shoulders in an effort to ground you with the pressure. You close your eyes and nod, hesitantly. You do trust him.

Ed runs to the cold lockers and opens one, checking to see if it’s empty. He finds a dead body inside. You cringe. Seeing bodies is rare for you and you’re still getting used to it.

“Oh dear… okay… second times the charm…” He mumbles to himself trying to find an empty locker. “Bingo!” He smiles, finding an empty one. The wheels start to turn in your head.

“No! I’m not getting in there!” Your panic increases. Ed shushes you.

“This is our best chance. I promise I’ll let you out as soon as I can.”

“We won’t be together?” Your eyes start to burn. You try to keep back tears. You’re shaking.

“We won’t both fit in the same one. I’m gonna go in the one above you-“

“No no please I- I don’t wanna be by myself! Please don’t leave me!” You cut him off and beg him. Ed awkwardly rubs his thumbs across your shoulders where he places his hands again, still trying to ground you. It’s awkward, but it’s still somewhat calming.

“I’m not leaving you. I would never leave you. I’ll be right next to you the whole time. I promise. I need you to trust me.” You’re not sure if it’s because it’s life or death, or if it’s because it’s Ed, but you reluctantly let him help your shaking body into the mortuary cabinet. When it comes time to let go of his hand and close the cabinet, you don’t want to. Despite quickly running out of time, he knows he needs to be patient. He knows how hard this is for you. He’s always known you’re a bit claustrophobic. He had no idea one of your worst fears was being buried alive. Being stuck in a cold locker wasn’t too far from either of those things. He can hear footsteps far down the hall. The Maniax were never subtle. He kisses the hand he’s holding quickly before closing your locker and climbing into his own. You were surprised by the kiss, but you couldn’t think about that right now and what it could have meant. Your mind couldn’t keep up. He had to leave his own locker unlocked, unable to properly close it from the inside, but he locked yours to make it look more convincing.

When Ed heard you cry, he began to whisper, hoping he could be loud enough for you to hear, but quiet enough for the Maniax to not notice. “It’s okay, (Y/N). I’m still here.” It was enough to quiet your sobs. Tears silently streamed down your cheeks. Ed’s voice had a certain gentleness to it when he spoke to you. He was being especially gentle now. You had seen him angry, upset, anxious, energetic, but his calm voice was reserved for you. Even in this moment when he was admittedly not very calm, he was trying his best to mask his own fears to keep you safe.

You always reserved parts of yourself for each other; parts of yourselves that the other person enabled you to be. You were never as bold as you wanted to be, but when people were rude to Ed you stuck up for him. He brought out a more confident version of you. For Ed, he knew you struggled with staying calm when you were stressed, upset, anxious or scared, even when you were happy. All of your emotions were so big and you rarely knew how to contain them. He tried to stay calm because he knew you saw him as a calming person in your life. He liked being your hero when everyone else only saw him as a weak, odd, nuisance. He also liked that he could read you and that you were honest with him. He trusted you and it helped keep the voice in his head at bay. He didn’t have to question himself with you. He didn’t have to take advice from the voice in his head.

You tried to keep your meltdown as quiet as possible when you heard footsteps approach. They were heavy, not ones you recognized. You knew it had to be one of the Maniax, probably the cannibal. You tried to make your breath as quiet as possible. After what you assume was a poor sweep of the room, the man leaves.

After what seems like hours of being trapped in a corpse you finally hear sirens and then chatter. You hear Ed climb out of the locker above you. He opens your locker and you let out an audible sob.

“I think they’ve gone.” He says, pulling out the drawer to let your body get some much needed air. You start gasping and sobbing, shaking on the drawer of the mortuary cabinet. Your body jolts up. You just want to get away from the locker.

“You’re okay! You’re okay!” Ed catches your body, as your start to fall from the drawer to the floor. You sit on the floor and cling to him, sobbing. At first awkward, he runs his hand along your back, trying to sooth you with the repetitive motion.

“I felt like I was dead- like- like I was gonna get buried alive-“ You gasp for air, sobbing between your words. Ed shushes you.

“We’re okay. They’re gone.” He promises.

You hear fast approaching footsteps. Your brain is moving too fast to decide if the footsteps are familiar or not. You just bury yourself further into Ed’s chest.

“Detective Gordon is here.” He informs you and you relax only slightly.

“Nygma, are they okay?” Jim asks.

“No mortal wounds, they’re just a bit shaken up.” He lets him know.

“You two should probably still get checked out. I need to finish scanning the building for everyone else. So far we’ve got 9 cops dead in the bullpen and… and the commissioner is dead.” He says. It’s almost like you hear Jim, but you don’t. Your mind can’t keep up with anything that’s happening.

After a while you find yourself sitting, waiting for Lee to check you out. Ed had been pulled away for a few minutes to do his job. He didn’t want to leave you, but you assured him you were fine. You didn’t feel fine, but you knew they needed him. As long as you could see him on the other side of the bullpen, you were reluctant, but okay with him stepping away. He left his jacket draped around your shoulders. It helped to be surround by his smell and warmth.

When it was time to go home, Ed guided you to his car. You hadn’t spoken much, but at least you’d finally stopped crying. The car ride was quiet. The only thing that filled the air was Ed’s occasional hum with the radio. Neither of you quite knew what to say. It was a bit ironic considering usually nobody could ever get you two to shut up. You didn’t speak up until he turned onto your street.

“I don’t want to go home.” You said quietly, feeling the panic rise again at the thought of being alone at home again.

“That’s understandable. Would you like to stay at my place?” He asks. You nod, silently. He flicks his turn signal and starts the drive to his place.

“Welcome to Château Nygma.” He smiles, turning on the light. You still have his jacket wrapped around your shoulders. Despite the terror you’ve been through today, his smile is refreshing. You don’t question how he can stay so seemingly sane in times like these, but you’re just glad somebody is. You need that. Maybe you should have questioned it, but you didn’t. He has a nice apartment. It’s not too big. Why would it be for a man who lived by himself? It’s just the right size with cool windows and a comfortable setup.

“Do you want something to eat? I’m a good cook.” He smiles. You don’t know how he can continue to smile, but you’re glad. It starts to make you feel safer. It’s nice to be in a locked apartment with just you and Ed. It’s nice to be in a quiet, secluded place, but not feel alone. It’s far better than sitting on your bed, scared of any serial killers that could be hiding underneath the frame and jumping at any people you hear in the stairwell of your apartment, with an open case file sitting next to you, worried the killers you’re reading about could be onto you any second. Today was a very close call. Too close.

“If you’re not sure, that’s okay too.” He continues, noticing you’re deep in thought.

“Oh…uh yeah… I’m not sure what I want… It’s like my body needs things, but I’m just a little bit too overwhelmed to figure it out.” You look down, shyly.

“Do you want to just sit? I can put on some music?” He questions referencing the record player with his hands.

“That sounds okay. I think I can do that.” You nod. He puts on some quiet music, not too loud to overstimulate you and you make your way to the couch. He brings you a glass of water.

“I can imagine it might be hard for you to have an appetite given your increased levels of adrenaline today, but you should at least drink this.” You take the water from him and begin to sip it. You didn’t realize how nice cold water could feel. You drink it quickly, before setting the glass down.

“Thank you.”

Ed sits down and you gravitate towards him.

“How do you do it?” You ask.

“How do I do what?” He looks for clarification.

“Your job. There’s so much death everywhere.”

“I don’t know. I just sort of do. Honestly I think it’s fascinating…” He pauses, looking away from you. “Sorry. That probably sounds weird.”

“It does, but that’s okay. I like the fact that you’re different and you’re honest. It’s comforting. You’re a better man than all of those crooked cops walking around beating up women and mobsters alike.”

“You think so?” He asks.

“Yeah, I do.” You smile. This time it’s a real smile. Ed smiles too. It’s nice to know after everything he’s done for you to make you comfortable, you can say something to make him feel better.

“I’m sorry all of this has been so awful for you.” He says.

“I know we’re doing good and it’s important to do good in a world of so much bad, but sometimes I just wish nobody had to do it. I can’t even fathom what would make somebody what kill another person. Maybe out of necessity, but it scares me that people actually enjoy it.”

“Yeah.” Ed shifts uncomfortably. You think he must agree with you and that’s why he’s unconformable. You don’t know that he killed Officer Doherty for abusing Kristen just over a month ago.

The two of you talk for quite some time until you end up falling asleep next to him on the couch. He doesn’t mind when you fall into his lap. He lets you sleep, smiling down at you. He didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to wake you. He was afraid of breathing too deeply and shifting too much underneath you. He eventually falls asleep sitting up with you still in his lap.

Everything is peaceful until you shoot up screaming, in a cold sweat. You’ve had another nightmare. This time is different. You’re disoriented. You don’t know where you are. You feel hands touching you.

“(Y/N), it’s me! It’s Ed! You had another nightmare.” You look at his face to see him distraught, unsure of what to do. Your tossing and turning had woken him up. He was awake only seconds before you.

Your eyes begin to well with tears. “I just want it to stop. When will all of this stop?” You cry.

“When will what stop?” He asks.

“Everything! I just want to stop feeling like this. I want to stop being afraid. I should be used to the job by now.”

“Maybe you just need more time to get used to it! I know we talked about time management earlier. I can help you with your schedule.” He offers.

“I don’t want to manage my time. I just want it to freeze. I just wish time would freeze so I could just breathe and catch up!”

Ed looks at you defeated. He doesn’t know what to say. He likes riddles because riddles always have answers. He doesn’t know what to do when there’s a problem with no solution.

“I’m sorry.” He settles with saying. “Would a hug help?” He’s just grasping at anything he’s seen people do when trying to comfort other people with problems and no solutions.

“Yes.” You say quietly, burying your head in his chest. Despite being the one to offer the hug, he’s a little awkward at first. He eventually settles in.

“Is this helping?” He asks.

“Yes.” You tell him. Of course, Ed being who he is, even now he’s still looking for a solution. He doesn’t realize he may be the solution, or at least someone to help make the problem smaller. “You always help.” You add.

“I’m sure most of our coworkers would disagree.” He laughs.

“I never thanked you for earlier today.” You say quietly.

“It was nothing.” He smiles.

“No, Ed. Keeping me safe in a life or death situation isn’t nothing.”

“I’m sure anyone would have done it.” He argues.

“No, they wouldn’t have.” You tell him.

“I’ll always protect you.” He pulls you closer, shifting awkwardly underneath you. “You know… my apartment is always open if you want to sleep with me- I- I mean sleep with me in attendance- I- I mean sleep with each other- I- I mean near each other- you know! In case you have nightmares!”

“I might just have to take you up on that. This is the first night I’ve felt okay enough to be able to maybe go back to sleep afterwards.” You smile, trying not to laugh. You don’t want him to think you’re making fun of him. Truthfully you think he’s sweet and funny.

“You should go back to sleep and since I didn’t get to make you dinner I’ll be making you the best breakfast of your life tomorrow.” He beams.

“You better.” You snuggle into him. Ed is too awkward to suggest you go lay in his bed tonight and you’re too tired to care. You spend the rest of the night on the couch together. You can save the bed for tomorrow night. You know when you wake up in the morning you’ll be coming back. It was the most sleep you’ve gotten in weeks.

Ed wakes up before you and sneaks off the couch to start breakfast. He truthfully was a very good cook. His own sensory issues with food made him very particular about how it’s prepared. You wake up to the smell of something good in the oven. Ed is nowhere to be seen, but you hear him in the bathroom. He’s talking. You knew he often talked to himself, but he sounded like he was talking to someone else. Maybe he was on the phone. You were sure you were hearing one half of a conversation.

“I told you we could trust them. They like me for me. They think I’m a good man.”

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