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joeys-babe · 8 months ago

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Joey B Imagines: I Can’t Help Myself*

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Summary: While Joe’s away doing foundation stuff, there's an overwhelming amount of photos of him popping up on Twitter and Instagram. All of them had you patiently waiting for your fiance's arrival home.

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagines Universe: Just the Two of Us

A/N: Apron and shirtless Joe have me feral, had to speed-write this.

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March 3rd, 2024

It all started with an innocent text from my bestie.

Attachment: 1 Image… Tumblr is going crazy over this right now!

At that moment, I shook my head with a laugh at my best friend's text. She was on Tumblr to keep up with her celebrity crushes, but one day, she jokingly looked my fiance's name up. She would never give me details about what was on the ‘tag’, but she'd now and then tell me what was up with Joe Burrow Tumblr.

Joe had left the house earlier today for a foundation event at a soup kitchen here in Cincy. Robin and Jimmy, Joe’s parents, had come from Athens and were going with him.

By the looks of the picture my best friend sent, Joe wasn't having as bad of a time as he anticipated he would. This morning was full of endless grumbles before I eventually shoved Joe out of the door, but he was smiling in the picture as he poured some soup into a bowl.

He seriously looked adorable. The Guinness hat gives him an oddly innocent look, while the apron he's wearing adds to the cuteness factor.

I'm so buying that man an apron to wear when we're cooking. I thought to myself, giggling out loud.

After sending my bestie a quick response back, I pulled up Joe’s contact.

Nice apron, cutie. 😉

Naturally, It was a while later when Joe answered, but his response set butterflies off in my stomach.

Depending on the intentions behind the wink emoji, I could ask to bring one home if it works ya up.

Taking a few moments to calm down, I shot a nonchalant response back to Joe.

The hat too?

The hat too. I draw the line at the plastic gloves, though. I gotta feel you with no barriers, baby.

How this man can control every pulse point in my body with just his words will never fail to amaze me.

Shit, my mom was reading that beside me. 😬

JOSEPH LEE BURROW.

My stomach dropped at the thought of Robin reading her son practically dirty-talking to me. That's next-level embarrassment.

I'm joking, babe. See you later, with an apron and hat.

Omg, Joe! If I was with you right now, you'd get smacked in the back of the head. I love you, though. See ya later!

Love you too. 😘

This morning, Joe woke up ready to go. I'm not talking about being ready to go to the foundation event, I'm talking about sex.

Joe woke up most mornings wanting a quick romp to start the day, so it had slowly become a part of our daily routine.

It was a different story today, though.

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Still naked from the previous night’s lovemaking session, Joe had pulled me into him as our lips met. I'd just gotten close enough to grind on his erection when Joe’s phone rang on the nightstand.

“You should probably get that.” - you said between kisses

Joe groaned out of annoyance when he pulled away and grabbed his phone, rolling his eyes when he saw the caller ID.

“Who is it?” - you stroked his chest

“My mom.” - Joe

“Why'd you roll your eyes then?” - you

He sighed and pulled me into his chest, moving his hips away, knowing any friction would make him lose control.

“She treats me like a little kid every time we have one of these foundation events.” - Joe

“You're her baby, Joe. She’s just looking out for you.” - you

Joe nodded with a sigh and accepted the call.

“Hey Mom, yeah I'm awake.” - Joe

His deep, raspy morning voice made my cheeks heat up, and I hid my blush in his chest.

“My shirt’s been ironed, yes. y/n ironed it and laid it out last night.” - Joe

The silence gave me the ability to hear what Robin was saying, and the words she said only made my heart flutter.

“You better have thanked her. Joe, I don't think you realize how lucky you are to have that woman by your side.” - Robin

“I'm very lucky, Mom. Wouldn't be who I am without her.” - Joe

“Make sure she knows that. I'll see you later, sweetie!” - Robin

“Bye, Mom.” - Joe

I cuddled closer to Joe, listening to him mumble a quick “Yes, I love you too” before hanging up.

“Wouldn't be where you are without me, huh sheisty?” - you laughed

“Shut it.” - Joe rolled his eyes

A few seconds of content silence passed before Joe cleared his throat and sat up.

“Okay, I'm like super horny right now, but I'm gonna push that away because I've been thinking about something.” - Joe

“What's that?” - you

“We still haven't told anybody that I proposed. I told you we could wait till we got back to Cincy, and we've been back for weeks. I'm trying to say that we need to tell our families soon.” - Joe

“Oh ok, that's fine. Whenever you want to, I'm down.” - you

“Actually? Just like that?” - Joe

I giggled and gently reached out to comb back the curls that had fallen over on Joe’s forehead.

“Yeah, just like that. It's been fun keeping it just between us, but I want nothing more than telling our family we’re gonna get married.” - you

“Can I also ask you about something else?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you

Joe sighed and took a second to clear his thoughts.

“You okay?” - you

“Yeah… I'm just trying to pay attention, it's kinda hard to, you know…” - Joe

He flicked his head down toward the tented sheet covering his lap.

“Focus, babe.” - you laughed

“Okay, uhm… what if we got married earlier than this coming offseason?” - Joe

“What do you mean?” - you tilted your head to the side

“What if we got married at the courthouse, no one else there? Just you, me, and the judge. It could be as soon as next month or as late as a week before our actual ceremony.” - Joe

I let his idea sink in, thinking about how sweet his idea of getting married soon is.

“I’m listening.” - you smiled

“We won't do our big vows or even exchange rings yet, just the license saying we're married, and hopefully your name change.” - Joe grinned

“y/n Burrow.” - you

Joe grinned from ear to ear, a blush on his cheeks as he heard my first name paired with his last name.

“Always thought that sounded perfect. I remember thinking about it on the first day of college during roll call. I couldn't take my eyes off of you after our professor said your name, and I thought about your last name as Burrow.” - Joe

“You're adorable.” - you

“Thanks.” - Joe

A few seconds went by without either of us saying something, but Joe broke it with a sigh.

“Are we going to continue what we were doing before your mom called?” - you

“Sadly, I have to start getting ready. Waiting will make tonight even better, though.” - Joe winked

“How do you know I'll even want it later?” - you

“You will, baby. You always do.” - Joe

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Now, here I was, staring at a picture of my fiance pouring soup into a bowl.

Something about the moment just screamed husband.

Maybe it was the adorable apron. Or hat. Or plastic gloves.

Whatever it was, I wanted more of it. More of him. All of him.

My thoughts lingered to the most intimate moments with Joe. Catching myself before I got too worked up, I pulled up my phone to scroll through Instagram.

As soon as I did, though, my plan of a distraction was shot to hell.

Justin Hillard made a post of the Arizona trip the boys went on and one of the last slides showcased a sweaty, shirtless Joe.

“Where's Joe when you need him.” - you groaned

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What felt like hours later, I heard the garage door open signaling Joe was home.

A minute later, his tall frame was striding into the kitchen. I watched him look around for a second before his eyes landed on me.

A grin formed on his lips as he walked up to the couch. Joe dropped to his knees in front of me and leaned in for a kiss.

When I went to pull away, Joe grabbed the back of my neck to keep me in place. After a few minutes of making out, Joe finally pulled away.

“Sorry, I really needed that.” - Joe sheepishly smiled

“It's alright, I did too.” - you smiled

“How was your day? I didn't leave you too bored, right?” - Joe

“My day was good, and no. I spent most of it obsessing over the new pics of you.” - you

��Felt like I never left then, huh?” - Joe

“Dead wrong. Staring at the pictures only made me miss you more.” - you

I watched as Joe teasingly licked his lips, never once breaking eye contact.

“Why's that?” - Joe

“Cut the shit, Joe. You know exactly why.” - you

“Because we didn't have sex this morning? That's why you missed me?” - Joe

“Well, that's not the only reason why. I naturally hate being away from you, but yes sex has something to do with it.” - you

Joe reached out and placed his hand on my inner thigh, nestling his hand against my crotch.

“Wanna go upstairs then?.” - Joe

I nodded, and Joe was quick to stand up and pick me up bridal style.

Giggles flew from both of our lips as Joe hurried up the stairs to our bedroom.

Soon, Joe was laying me on the bed and crawling on top of me.

“I love you.” - you said between kisses

Joe smiled and returned the sentiment, my arms wrapping around his neck as we kissed.

“Listen let's just get straight to it. I've been looking forward to this all day.” - you

“You don't want the tongue & finger combo first?” - Joe

I laughed at his bluntness before nodding my head.

“I need you inside me.” - you

“Fuck, I love hearing you say that.” - Joe

Joe placed his lips back on mine and shifted his weight onto one arm, lifting the other hand to unzip his fly.

I helped him shed his pants off, but Joe took my hand away when I reached for his boxers. He sat back on his knees for a second to pull his shirt over his head, quickly returning to his position above me when he was done.

My arms were around his shoulder as Joe slowly dropped his hips to grind on me. Just seconds later he'd pull away to take my clothes off.

When we were both naked, Joe’s lust-filled eyes scanned over my body before reversing course and locking with mine.

“God, you're beautiful, baby.” - Joe

After Joe lined himself up to my entrance, he slowly pushed inside. Making sure I felt every inch of him.

“You feel so good.” - Joe groaned

“You too…” - you

“So hot and wet for me, baby.” - Joe

Joe didn't move for a minute, just savoring the feeling of my walls wrapped around his hard cock.

“Joey, move, please?” - you

I watched him nod before he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek. Joe formed a path of kisses from my cheek to my lips.

Once he met my lips, Joe slipped out of me before slamming his cock back inside.

Both of us moaned loudly when his tip hit my cervix, my walls squeezing Joe’s thrusting cock as he set a rough pace.

“You feel insane.” - Joe moaned

“I've been dreaming about this… all day.” - you

A few minutes later, Joe and I were still locked together at mouth and crotch.

“I'm not gonna last much longer.” - Joe moaned

“Me… neither.” - you

Joe’s face contorted as the overwhelming pleasure coursed through his body. His cute nose scrunching as his eyes are clenched shut.

“Oh, fuck!” - Joe grunts

Seconds later, with a shaky hand, Joe reaches down to where we were connected and rubbed my clit with his thumb. His thrusts became uneven but never once unsatisfactory.

“Joey! I'm gonna cum!” - you moaned

It wasn't much longer after that when I fell over the edge, moaning Joe’s name through my climax.

Joe continued his thrusts before rushing to get as deep as he could.

His head fell back, and his mouth fell open. A moan and grunt of my name leaves his pretty pink lips as he cums.

After his orgasm, Joe fell forward and on top of me. Burying his face in my neck as he stayed inside me, fading out the experience.

I reached a hand up and cupped the back of Joe’s head, slowly running my fingers through his unruly curls. The comforting sounds of our mutual heavy breath and the ceiling fan created a soft moment.

“You really liked that apron, huh?” - Joe

“Yeah.” - you giggled

Joe stayed there for a bit, enjoying being cuddled before he eventually pulled out and hopped out of bed.

My eyes lingered on his perfectly plump butt as Joe walked into our bathroom, later returning with a washcloth to clean us both up.

He strode up to me as I stayed lying in the bed. Joe softly caressed my thighs while gently spreading my legs apart.

I hummed in contentment at the feel of the warm washcloth, and Joe only smiled at the sound.

After cleaning himself up too, Joe slipped on a pair of clean boxers.

“Do you want one of my shirts to sleep in? Panties too, maybe?” - Joe

“Just one of your shirts will be fine.” - you smiled

Joe nodded and disappeared into the closet. A few seconds later, he walked back in with one of his pregame shirts that was from a previous season.

“Lean up for me, baby.” - Joe

I did his bidding and Joe slipped the top over my head, making sure my arms went through the sleeves.

“Comfy?” - Joe

He walked around the bed and climbed into his side.

“Very, and it smells like you.” - you grinned

“I hope that's a good thing.” - Joe laughed

“It's a very good thing, you smell delicious.” - you

Joe chuckled as he pulled me into his chest, one of his big hands running over my back as my head was hidden in Joe’s neck.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you more.” - Joe

He lovingly stroked my hair, providing tender words of affirmation and holding me tightly in his arms during their comforting aftercare ritual.

“Oh shit, do you know what I just realized?” - Joe

“What?” - you

“My apron is down in my car. I forgot to show you.” - Joe sighed

“It's okay. You can show me tomorrow.” - you giggled

“Guess what.” - Joe

I narrowed my eyes, trying to see his expression in the dark but failing.

“What?” - you

“I grabbed one for you too.” - Joe smiled

“Oh my god.” - you laughed

“I couldn't help myself!” - Joe

He laughed along with me before we both paused, coincidently yawning in sync, which ended in another laughing fit.

“Goodnight, baby.” - you

“Goodnight, my love.” - Joe

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Authors note: because Joe was illegally fine that day.

Came from my own head! 💞

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thelurchinghound · 11 months ago

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hiii i dunno if id be first request or if u even take them im so sorry if u dont !!! but i was wondering maybe something yandere non con smut? x human male reader !! kink wise maybe somnophilia, knife play, blood? thank u for reading this, have a nice day/night <33

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Gender: Male reader

Kinks/Warning(s): Non-con, somnophilia, knifeplay, blood, drugging.

A/N: Grrrr I love somnophilia. Didn't know if you wanted a monster yandere so I just made it with my yandere slasher oc who has monster traits but its not really mentioned in this fic. This is a really old request that I got 70% done but then forgot about it.

Oc(s) used: Elias (Killer/Slasher) | Words: 701 | Proofread? No | NSFW |

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Elias had been observing you for a while now. He was always watching but never acting on his impulses, and fuck did he have a lot of them. How badly Elias desires to see you gagging on his cock, your tears staining your cheeks, his name carved into your thigh. He had even gifted you a stuffed plush of your favorite animal, a camera in its eye to watch over you.

He had kept his patience for so long, but then you took that fucking stupid punk home. It drove him up the wall. Literally, Elias climbed up your house and into your room through your window. How stupid were you, doll, to leave your window unlocked? Oh well, it just makes it more uncomplicated for him. It was almost like you wanted this. You took that spiked drink without any thought. He thinks to himself.

Elias quietly slinks through your room, mindful not to knock anything over. His cock was already bulging in his pants, just as enthusiastic as he was. Stalking up to you with a broad grin, his gloved hand skimming your cheek. "Hey there, doll." He whispers to you, his slender body shifting to straddle your own. Fuck, he wanted to tear off all your clothes right then and there but no. He had to be patient. "You're so fucking stunning when you sleep," Elias mutters softly, his gloved hands gingerly working down your unconscious form. Black gooey tendrils slither from under his shirt, reaching out towards you. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

He used his knife to cut through your shirt to expose your bare chest. The blade cuts your skin a little. Elias trails his lips down from the nape of your neck to the hem of your pants, lapping at any driblets of blood that well up from the thin cuts. His hot tongue rubs up against your perky nipple, his tongue piercing a stark difference to it. He could feel his cock getting more erect at the thought of you under him now. So pure, so innocent, unknowing of what was happening to you.

Elias wastes no time pulling down your pants. I've waited long enough. He thinks to himself, his hands trembling while pulling down your underwear. Those tendrils of his wrapping around your legs, spreading them out for him. God, you look so beautiful.

He takes his time prepping you. The killer wasn't that stupid. It's not like he wanted to hurt you too much. He just wanted to make you his own. His gloved hands ran over your body once he got done prepping you, wiping off the lube he used on his pants. Elias fumbled around his pants pocket to grab a condom he had brought.

He unzips his jeans, pulls his cock out, and slips the protection on him. Once he gets himself situated, he starts to push into your tight ass. Soft groans leave him with each inch he forces into you. "Fuck, there we go. Just let me in, doll."

The black drooping tendrils slither up your thighs more, tightening around like snake coils. The tendrils hold your legs up higher for Elias as he starts thrusting harshly in you. Soft grumbles leave the killer. Elias was finally getting his prize. He had killed so much competition to get here. Many other guys think they could steal you away from him. No. You were his from the start, from the second his eyes laid on you.

His thrust starts to get harder and deeper, balls slapping against you with each movement he makes. Gloved hands gripping your hips, squeezing the supple skin there, the grip would surely leave bruises afterward. Elias starts to get sloppy, leaving small kisses along your neck and collarbone. But just marking you with his mouth wasn't enough. He wanted something more permanent.

After finally finishing inside you, filling up the condom with his cum he grabs his knife. His tendrils helped move you around so he could carve his name into your flesh. The cold metal of the blade slices your skin in harsh swipes. "Don't worry, baby. I won't let anyone else harm you. Only me."

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haruchi-slit · 11 months ago

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BAD (GOOD) IDEA!

synopsis: Summoning a incubus, Sukuna

warnings: Sukuna has horns, he's a demon/curse, monster fucking, Sukuna has 2 pps and a mouth on his belly, dub con, MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND CUTTING (IT'S FOR THE RITUAL) fucking against the wall, THE RITUAL THINGY ISN'T REAL! English isn't my first language so please forgive me if my grammar's wrong and yeaa a lot of other kinky stuff ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ

a/n: might do a Higuruma, Gojo, or Toji smut/ff/fluff next, any ways isn't Sukuna's just such a cutiepatootie i also tend to use complete English words for sukuna instead of Contractions, like: isn't - is not cause, get it? he's a 1000 year's old tee-hee this is a late Christmas present ;>

After you applied and got accepted at the company your friend's working, you visited your local library to read, and maybe borrow some books, a particular book, caught your attention, it's designed with eyes and plant vines, so curiosity got the better out off you.

"Miss can I borrow this?" you asked as you put the book on the counter,

"Oh hi!, yes, yes you can ma'am, but be really careful" she said, not paying attention to what the librarian, you carelessly dug your own grave, or maybe..not.

"Your Id please, ma'am" the employee says

"Yeah, here" you said looking for your Id in your wallet, once you found your Id you gave it to the librarian.

You got home, completely tired, you placed the book down on your study table, you sat down and decided to read it once you opened it, you realized that the pages only contains pictures, you saw a four armed human with horns, you're not quite sure if it was a demon or a human, while looking thru the pages, a particular page had your eyes dazzling.

it was an instruction on how to summon the

"human" in the book.

You knew it's not a good idea to build and set a little shrine to summon the "human" in the book, but you thought,

"Curses, demons, or other evil spirits don't exist" you scoffed "what else could go wrong"

you shrugged snickering to your self.

You deeply cutted the tip of your finger, you watched your blood drip to the palm of your hand you drew a box with a mouth and four eyes on the paper, As you were doing the ritual, the little shrine you made lits up and turned into ashes, as a portal appears on your bedroom floor, it was the "human" in the book,

he wears a woman's kimono, he has horns, four eyes, you can't help but to look on his stomach with a huge mouth, his about 8ft tall, he has tattoos all over his body and only two arms?, you we're taken a back as you screamed in terror, which made the demon shot the deadliest glare.

"Is that how you greet your guest?, humans." he rolled his eyes as he unclasped his arms,

"F-fuck!" you exclaimed, while you ran fast as you could to unlock your door, but unfortunately the demon appears in front of your bedroom door in a matter of second, which results you bumping on his muscular stomach,

"Summoning me and then running away?, that is quite rude for a lady is it not?, come on do not be scared of me, brat." the demon said forming a devious smirk.

"What-what in the hell are you!?" you breath uncontrollably.

"What do you think human?, I'm a Incubus, you did not read the book?"

you tilted your head, "A what?" you asked, he chuckles at your naive response.

"I'll show what an incubus can do" he once again plastered his devious smirk.

He throws you on your soft mattress causing you to lay flat, you were completely frozen, he towers on top of you, with his muscular and obviously strong structure, you knew you were hopeless.

He lightly sat on your knees, traping you, making sure you can't move,

he removes his kimono, revealing his other set of arms

"Hey- what do your think you're doing!?" you stutter,

he shot seductive glares and you can't lie he's damn fucking attractive!, he acted like he didn't heard you, as he remove his undergarments and tossed it to the ground, he then shook his head as he shushes your mouth, he lifts you up and makes you sit on his lap, you were still in shock so tried to look away, he grabs your jaw forcing you to look at him.

"Eyes on me little one."

you bit your lips trying not to cry, but it was no avail your tears dripped down your cheeks and the demon found it pathetic.

"Humans are so emotional" he chuckles as he leans close to your face, he then licks your tears of, "I'll make you cry in pleasure too" he said and kissed you, you responded to the kiss, you don't know why but the kiss was sloppy, rough, he was dominant, and he doesn't hide it, he bits your lower lip to open your mouth in which he succeed, he roams his tongue in your mouth transferring some of his saliva in you, tongues currently fighting for dominance, you were so lost in the deep kiss, so he took the opportunity to slide the tongue on his belly in your shorts taking you by surprise, you let out a breathy moan as you once again latched your mouth on his lips, his belly tongue draws up and down licking every cornee of your vagina, your short were completely wet by how the demon was spitting on your pussy and abusing it, you broke the deep kiss as soon as you felt his dick erect, you looked at your back as you realized he has two dicks you gasp, you couldn't believe a living being could have two!

"What?, are you surprised little human?" he asked his tongue still moving down your pussy, "Nnn~ ha!" you whimpered as you nodded several times, "feeling good brat?"

"Ha! ugh hah!" you nodded once again, your hand going up to your tits squishing together,

the demon, once again, laughed at your pathetic state

"still not enough?, human are soo greedy" he says as he stood up and lifts you up high against the wall then tore your shorts and panties off, he uses his lower set of arms to hold your lower thigh as the upper set of arms was used as a support to your waist, he leveled your body to his mouth and remember his 8ft tall, so your literally high up against the wall, he spreads your legs wider as he latched his mouth on your pussy, sloppily eating it, focusing on your clit more, so you'll lose your mind faster, he fucking knows how to work that tongue up, his a 1000 years old curse after all, you were above the cloud, in how fucking good he was,

"oh fuuhh!!~ demon, hah! incubus! what ever you are nnn~ so fucking good!" you moaned

"Don't call me shits you brat, Sukuna or Ryomen your choice, little human."

he said while you didn't respond, he latched his mouth on your pussy again, burying his face furthermore making your back arch, against the wall, the room was filled with slurping sounds, whimpers and moans, you feel your walls starting to twitch you knew you're close, and Sukuna noticed so he fasten his pace flicking your puffy clit, spitting on your pussy with no remorse.

"R-ryomen!~ Fuck!" you screamed, as you orgasmed on his long tongue,

"You like that hmm?~" he asked but you couldn't respond cause you were still high,

"ok that's enough foreplay." he said as he aligns his dicks on your pussy and ass.

he slams his dick in you while his arms still supports your little body, he pins your whole body against the wall, his cocks were thick, and quite long, "So- f'king big! i can't!" you cried out "you'll tear me up Ryo!" you added scratching on his shoulders and back,

"oh come on little human, you can do it" he laughs as he pushes his dicks in you,

"my dicks just half way there don't pass out"

penetrating both of your holes

"Ryomen Oh my!" you bit your tongue in result it bleed, "shushh" Sukana says as he kissed your lips, you tasted the metallic taste of your blood while kissing him, as his dicks finally enters both your holes, you can feel his other cock moving in your ass, making it more ten times good, tongue lolled up, saliva dripping from both ends of your mouth, eyes almost crossing, his cocks hits every spot, with every thrust, you scream, and each scream was punctuated,

"Ah~hah, your pussy won't let me move that much, so t-tight" Sukuna states, as he buried his face to the crook of your collarbone, you can feel your pussy latching on his cock like it was it's life source, like if it disappears it would die, "Sukuna nnn!" you moaned your brain turned into a mush with all the pleasure, his cocks hitting each and every g-spot in your body, his cock kissing your womb with his thrust after trust, he lifts you up once again toward your mattress making you sit on top of him, letting you take control,

"come on little human show me what you got."

you bounced up and down holding on to his horns for support as his lower set of arms is buried deep on the flesh of your hips, as his top set of arms was on top of his head,after bouncing on top of him non-stop he came after, your eyelid fell after that, and then you woke up, with heavy breaths, you observed the room your in, you're still in your bed room, fully clothed under your blanket, you looked at your digital clock beside your bed, and realized it was time for your work,

"Thank god it was just a wet dream haha~" you yawned,

"oops, can't be late for my new job" you lightly laughed. Unfortunately you we're late.

Upon arriving at your workplace, you we're 20 minutes late. your friend, Geto greets you after coming out of the elevator,

"oh good morning~, the boss is waiting for you" Geto says and points a the door, that you assumed the boss's office,

"uh-oh, is it because im late?" you asked

which made Geto shrug " I don't know" he says "just goo aheadd, I'll grab you some coffee, see you later" added.

You knocked on your Boss's office

"Come in" a familiar voice, as soon as you opened the door, your boss greets you,

"Did you have fun last night, little human?"

"Ryomen..."

a/n: no part two👹

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kpop---scenarios · 5 months ago

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Case 143 (1)

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Reader

Genre: Protective au

Warnings: None yet

Word Count: 1.6k

“Can we ever do anything without it ending in an argument?” You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“I don't even know what we're arguing about.” Mark, your boyfriend, laughs.

“That's part of the problem. You never seem to realize when you do something wrong. There's no way you can't see that every single one of our problems has to do with something you've done or said.” You say back.

“What did I do this time?” He scoffs.

“You gave that girl your number!” You yell. “We've been dating for over a year.”

“Okay? She wants to be friends.” He says back, sitting on his couch.

You shake your head. “No, no no no. I'm done. This is done, we're done. I can't do it anymore.” You sigh. “It's exhausting, you're exhausting and you just don't care. So I'm gonna go. It was.. whatever. Don't call me.” You spit, walking out his front door, with no intention of looking back.

As you're walking the streets, you pass by happy looking couples, ones laughing together, holding hands, just being genuinely in love, and you wish that's what you had. You wished that Mark had wanted to put as much effort into the relationship as you, but that wasn't the case and you absolutely shouldn't have put up with him as long as you did. Your parents taught you better than that but you thought that maybe, at some point he would grow up and change, but that seems like it will never happen. While you're walking, you can feel your phone vibrating constantly in your pocket. You pull it out, look at the ID and roll your eyes. You hold down the button, turning your phone off completely. You weren't in the mood to deal with his shit tonight. Tomorrow, you will meet up with him to remind him you've ended things officially but tonight, you had some ice cream in your freezer and a new drama to catch up on, which was great, until you fell asleep in front of the TV, and half of your ice cream melted all over the place.

When you woke up in the morning, you cleaned yourself up, turned on your phone and cringed at the amount of missed calls you had from Mark, you only managed to listen to three of the multiple voicemails he left, before you wanted to smash your phone. But instead, you dialed his number and impatiently waited for him to answer.

“Y/N.” He gasps. “Finally, I thought you died.”

“I turned my phone off.” You sigh. “Look, let's meet up, the coffee shop I like.” You say.

“What time?” He asks.

“In 20 minutes.” You say before hanging up the phone. You quickly get dressed and get yourself ready before heading out the door, knowing it takes you at least 10 minutes to walk there.

You get there, exactly 20 minutes after your call with Mark. You order your coffee, sitting at one of the tables outside as you wait for Mark to show up, and he does, eventually.

“You're late.” You say as he sits down across from you.

“I ran into some people. I'm sorry babe.” He says, crossing his arms.

“First of all, I ended things last night, so don't call me babe.” You tell him.

“I didn't think you were actually serious.” He laughs. “We're not breaking up.” He deadpans.

“We are, and we have broken up. I'm not doing this anymore, Mark. You don't care about me, you don't respect me or our relationship, and frankly I'm just done with it.” You explain.

“I'm not accepting that.” He says.

“You do whatever you wanna do. But I'm out of this relationship. So you better learn to accept it.” You say, grabbing your coffee, getting up from the table. “Goodbye, Mark.” You say, walking away.

“Y/N!” Mark calls out after you. “Don't walk away from me. Y/N.” He says, following behind you.

You keep your head straight, looking forward, not engaging in any sort of conversation with him.

“Y/N.” He calls out again. “Y/N. Please.”

After 10 blocks, you couldn't take it anymore.

“Mark! Stop!” You yell, turning around to face him. “Leave me alone! Stop following me, stop talking to me, it's over!” You finish.

“No! We need to work this out!” He says.

“No!” You yell, trying to turn back around but Mark grabs your wrist, pulling you back to him.

“Hey!” A voice yells. “I believe she told you to leave her alone.” The man says, pulling Mark's hand off of your wrist.

“Why don't you mind your business?” Mark snaps, taking his hand away from the man.

“Well, you kinda make it everyone's business when you yell at her on the sidewalk.” He snaps. He places his hand on Mark's chest to push him away from you. “She asked you to stop, so just go.”

Mark looks past the man, glaring at you. “I'll come over later and we can talk about it.” Mark says, turning around to walk away.

“Don't come over. We're over!” You yell as he walks away.

You let out a big sigh of relief, looking at the handsome man standing in front of you. “Thank you for that..” you pause.

“Jeongin.” He says. “Yang Jeongin.”

“Well thank you, Jeongin. I'm Y/N.” You smile.

“Are you okay?” Jeongin asks you.

“Yeah.” You smile. “I broke up with him last night and obviously he's not taking it very well.”

“Good luck.” Jeongin tells you. “And please, be safe.” He smiles, walking away from you.

You smile to yourself as you walk towards your apartment, feeling lighter. You really hoped that Mark would not show up at your house tonight, but that was absolutely wishful thinking.

“Y/N!” You hear him slur. You open your eyes, barely, looking at your clock.

“Its fucking 1:43am, Mark.” You snap, stomping to your front door. You rip it open, seeing a very disheveled Mark standing in front of you, hiccuping, the smell of vodka pouring out of the pores on his face.

“You're drunk.” You groan.

“I miss you.” He whimpers.

“Oh my god, go home.” You say, going to close the door.

“I'm so tired, Y/N.” He whines.

“Fine, you can come and sleep on the couch.” You murmur, pulling him inside. You push him down onto the couch, taking his shoes off before helping him lay down and covering him with a blanket.

You crawled back into your own bed, struggling to fall back asleep, leaving you to toss and turn for the rest of the night, until it was finally time to get up in the morning.

“Mark.” You yell as you pass by him on the couch. “Get up and get out.”

“Y/N.” He groans. “A little sympathy please.”

“I'm fresh out, sorry. Get your shoes on and go, and leave me the hell alone.” You spit. “I'm serious Mark.”

“Yeah.. yeah okay.” He grunts, sitting up on the couch. He shuffles to the door, slipping on his shoes before turning back to look at you. You're turned away from him, facing your kitchen. You were tired and tired of him, you didn't want one last look, you wanted one last nothing with him. You wished him the best but by himself and you hoped he would stop calling.

And he did, for a few days at least.

Exactly one week since you had ended things, you were walking along the street when your phone began incessantly buzzing, again. You really hoped it wasn't Mark but you're wrong. You ignore the call this time, and the next call, and the next call. No matter how much you try to ignore it, the consistent vibrating was beginning to drive you insane and you felt like you were going to rip your hair out.

“Y/N?” You hear. You look up with tears in your eyes, seeing Jeongin standing there with a concerned look on his face. “You okay?”

“He won't stop calling.” You whisper, glancing down at your phone, seeing Mark's name flash on your screen.

“Here.” Jeongin says, holding out his hand for your phone.

“Hello?” Jeongin answers.

“Who's this?” Mark asks.

“Didn't I tell you last week to leave her alone?” Jeongin asks.

“What the hell are you doing answering my girlfriend's phone?” Mark asks.

“Pretty sure she's not your girlfriend.” Jeongin chuckles. “And we've been hanging out.”

“Man, stay out of our business. Give Y/N the phone.” Mark snaps.

“She doesn't want to talk to you. And honestly, neither do I, so I'm gonna hang up and if you call her again then I'm gonna block you.” Jeongin says, hanging up the phone. He hands it back to you with a smile on his face.

You can't help but laugh at his conversation with Mark. “Thank you, again.” You sigh. “I really appreciate it.”

“Can I see your phone again?” Jeongin asks. You hand it over to him, unlocked. “This.. is my number, if he tries anything again, please call me.” Jeongin says.

“Jeongin.. you really don't have too..” you pause.

“I know but I want to. I also wanted to see if you maybe wanted to get a drink with me?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Right now?” You ask.

“Yeah right now.” He chuckles.

“I'd love to.” You smile. The two of you start walking towards the bar, smiling widely like an idiot. You look down at your phone then back at Jeongin. “He's calling again.” You say. Jeongin smiles, grabbing your phone. “I'm gonna block him, or else he's going to ruin our first date.”

#straykidsland #yang jeongin #jeongin #i.n #skz i.n #skz #stray kids #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz writing #stray kids writing #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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wizardsix · 4 days ago

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bioware either writes a trans man and allows the player to invade his privacy out of nowhere or writes a buff nonbinary character and makes it their whole personality. just stop. I'm fed up with it and I'd rather have a game w no trans rep than butchered trans rep and forced allyship.

there's absolutely no need to use our modern terms in a fantasy setting. its very weird and jarring and shows how little bioware cares. it's not difficult to make up their own words or just talk about it in a more natural way. you'd think for a fantasy world that has made up languages they could easily make up a word to describe genders and sexualities, so what's the issue? why don't we get the same care everything else (supposedly) does? like how come no one uses the words gay or lesbian or even bisexual but it's easily implied through dorian saying "I prefer the company of men" and sera's "we have too much in common bc we both like women"???? how come they can say that in a way that doesn't break immersion but taash has to go crazy about gender and write "trans/non-binary/genderfluid/agender all so so super valid I am affirmed" on the walls??

I get what they were trying to do with taash's story but it's not executed well at all especially with that fucking misgender scene. bioware I can assure you most people won't dissolve when they're misgendered. saying sorry or just correcting yourself and moving on is ok. its preferable actually. we don't need a character to stop the conversation to give a speech about how misgendering is bad and apologizing is also bad and act all white knight for us. it's embarrassing. like if I didn't know any better id say they were making fun of us. that's how fucking bad this writing is.

I'm sorry to the people who just accept the bare minimum, but it IS cringe and annoying to have our existence watered down to "trans" and "valid". why can't we just fucking exist without being turned into freakshows to gawk at. trans people deserve better representation than this caricature. we deserve basic fucking respect. our existence is much more complicated than cis people could ever understand and I'm sick of people pretending to care.

#sorry im pissed #i know its just a game but this has real consequences #people are already being so homophobic and transphobic about this game and bioware made it worse by making us look obsessive #im tired. if i have to write one million trans characters to make up for this slop i will do so until i die #dragon age veilguard #datv spoilers #bioware critical #transphobia #six speaks #im writing this in the middle of the campus foyer and its dark outside sorry if i missed anything or don't make sense its been a long day

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jaeeyaaasworld · 1 year ago

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Toxic - LH44

Featuring: Lewis Hamilton x Y/n

Warnings: Y/n is right out of a toxic and abusive relationship, Lewis is a sweetheart (we stan), former overweight Y/n, Lewis is a bit of a simp (but we love it, come on)

Requested: Yes/No

Lewis' phone started ringing randomly as soon as he entered his own house after a date with his girlfriend Y/n, he actually invited her over for the night, but she said that she would've liked to rest a bit in her own home, so he just accepted it and drove to his house after a goodbye kiss from his lover.

he took his phone out of his pocket, his eyebrows furrowing at seeing the caller id, but he quickly picked up the phone.

"hey, baby. are you okay? did something happen?"

the concern could be heard in the driver's voice, knowing what Y/n's past boyfriend did to her and how he treated her, the worry was high, he was expecting anything.

"uhm... yeah, I have a problem"

she started, her voice was trembling, it felt like she was crying. her words were enough to make Lewis take the car keys that he threw in their place and rush out of his house, quickly making his way down the stairs.

"what type of problem exactly?"

Lewis asked back, trying his best to not sound too worried and worry his girlfriend even more, just as he got to his car and started driving towards Y/n's house.

"he is... threatening me that he will come here and break into my house because he saw me around with you. I-I don't know what to do"

Y/n was panicking at this point, practically sobbing while being on the phone with him. hearing her like this broke his heart and he quickly found himself pushing the pedal on the floor to reach his girl as fast as possible, hoping he would be faster than that asshole would be.

"it's okay baby, I'm coming over, alright? no one will be able to touch you when I'm around, okay? I'm almost in front of your house, give me five minutes, hold on"

he said as he got closer and closer to her house. as soon as he reached her front yard, he parked the car and got out in a rush, almost knocking the door down to get in.

"no, you have to come with me"

Lewis heard a male voice shouting, and he knew that some shit was about to go down. he quickly looked around the room, finding a baseball bat just sitting around in his girlfriend's living room, he couldn't leave it there, so he took it with him.

his shoulder pushed the door of the master bedroom open, the bat hidden behind his back, didn't want to scare the boy there.

"hey, man. could you explain what you're doing in my girlfriend's house?"

he calmly asked. the man turned around, his jaw clanched and his eyes were spitting fire. as he moved, Lewis could get a glimpes of Y/n sitting on the ground, her beautiful bottom lip was busted. he couldn't have that, his blood was boiling.

"nah man. this whore is your girlfriend? I'm telling you: when we fucked, before you got here and all that stuff, I couldn't even stand to look at her face, I always had to think about someone else. I don't think you hit a jackpot with this one"

Y/n's ex started, Lewis' eyes narrowed as he listened to him speak.

"listen- you are a handsome man, you could get any girl you want. leave this one to me, you ain't losing anything special, trust me"

he finished his little speech.

"so... Noah? is that the name?"

Lewis asked the man in front of him, Y/n never told him his name and he didn't want to know, he just said a random name to piss him off.

"Derek... but whatever"

her ex said, a huge sigh leaving his mouth.

"oh- so Derek, I really suggest you to get out of here now that I'm still in my senses"

a chuckle left the man's lips.

"come on, man. I'm giving you an offer that you can't decline, I could get this one off your shoulders"

he said pointing his finger to Y/n, still on the floor with her knees up to her chest.

"Derek, I don't want to get to violence, it's really not my cup of tea. but you leave me no choice"

Lewis slowly pulled the bat out from behind his back, swirling it around while taking a good look at it. a little shiver run down Derek's back, it was so deep that he could see that too and it made a little smile come up to his lips.

"woah, t-there's no need for that"

Derek said, his hands in front of him to put a little distance between them while Lewis extended his hand, waiting for something, just to earn a confused expression from the man.

"the keys"

he said, the man understood. he took out Y/n's house keys from his pocket and threw them over to Lewis, as he cought them effortlessly.

"now get out of here"

the man nodded his head, getting out of the room with Lewis' eyes following his every movement till he was out the front door. in that moment he left everything that was in his hands on the ground and rushed to his girlfriend, his hands cupping her cheeks.

"could you tell me what happened, love?"

he softly asked, his thumb caressing her lower lip and wipe some bit of blood that was resting there.

"he slapped me, and called me names. can I come to yours tonight?"

she cut everything short, not wanting to talk about it, so he just let her be.

"sure, honey. you can come whenever you want"

after a month

it was finally time for Lewis' summer break and he couldn't wait to take Y/n to a little trip to Rome, he couldn't wait to go himself. as soon as they got off the plane he took the car he rented for the trip and drove to the five star hotel he booked for them.

"how does this look, baby?"

he asked his girl with a smile on his face. Lewis watched Y/n get on the balcony and lean on the railing to watch the scenery in front of them; one of the busy streets of Rome and a big old palace in front of their hotel.

his hands placed themselves on both his girlfriend's sides, his chin resting gently on her shoulder.

"it looks amazing, I can't wait to go visit around"

she said, excitement could be heard in her voice as she couldn't keep it in.

"let's go than, we will grab something to eat at the cute restaurant that you saw earlier and go visit around after"

he said, patting her on her butt and leaving a kiss to her cheek as he left her on the balcony to take the car keys, his wallet and his phone.

Y/n got in from the balcony and took everything she needed and put it in her purse, reaching her boyfriend that was waiting for her in front of the door. he intertwined their hands together and walked out the door towards the car.

at the restaurant

the couple was seated on a table as the menus were resting in their hands. Lewis put down his as he chose what he wanted to eat.

"I think I'll take a carbonara, I really want to see how it is"

he said, his elbows resting on the table as he leaned on it, Y/n smiling at him as she chose.

"I think a salad will do for me"

she finally said, making Lewis tilt his head in disapproval.

"baby"

Lewis said back to her, it almost sounded like a warning but filled with love and affection.

"what?"

Y/n asked back, a small chuckle leaving her lips as she placed down the menu to look at her boyfriend's face and intertwine their fingers on the table.

"you can have that as a side dish alright? pick something real first"

he said again, his thumb caressing the back of Y/n's hand, as she taught about what to eat again.

"a cacio e pepe than"

she finally agreed, making Lewis smile and kiss his girlfriend's knuckles.

"see? good girl"

later that night, back at the hotel

Y/n and Lewis got back at the hotel that was almost midnight, after they had a romantic dinner date over a wine glass. they didn't even get it that Lewis already stopped her by placing himself in front of the girl, his hands engulfing hers.

"I asked the room service to run a romantic bath in the jacuzzi that we have in here, so... how about you go change in that bikini that I bought you today and jump in with me, mh?"

he asked, inching closer every passing second. as soon as he got a little nod from Y/n, he gently placed his lips on hers.

"great, I'll be waiting for you there, alright?"

Lewis asked again, a big smile splitting his face in half, just like Y/n.

"alright"

she whispered back, as he walked to the jacuzzi and she walked into the bedroom to change into the bikini. she put the bikini on, but when she saw her image in the mirror in front of her, she could only see the old 'fat ass' that she was a year ago.

Y/n put on two punds since she got with Lewis, that always encouraged her to eat properly and not just some shitty salad or whatever. her hands gripped on her stomach and on her thighs.

"love, are you not comi- oh, damn, those curves"

Lewis asked, walking into the room and finding his lover in the best bikini that he ever saw, he couldn't be more grateful to himself for buying everything his girl even glanced at.

his hands slided onto her sides and her thighs as his lips met her shoulder, kissing softly as his naked chest came in contact with her back.

"you look so good, I might just- baby, what's that look?"

he asked as his eyes met hers through the mirror and he saw the sadness, disappointment and guilt.

"you wanna know how much I gained since we got together, Lewis?"

she started, a sad smile on her face making Lewis let out a little chuckle.

"I actually don't, I can't really see it anyway. and if you have gained a pound, it's going in the right places, baby"

Lewis said, smacking her butt as a laugh left her lips.

"come on, let's go. I need this cute little ass on my lap while I'm sitting in a jacuzzi, right now"

he added, patting her ass gently as she started walking towards the jacuzzi, leaving Lewis some feets behind her.

"damn, I'm a lucky man"

#formula 1 #formula one #formula 1 x you #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x y/n #mercedes #mercedes formula one #mercedes f1 #lh44

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hinaaspanda · 2 years ago

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in case of emergency: break me | l.hs

pairing: fwb! lee heeseung x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content, swearing

genre: angst with a happy ending, crack, smut: oral (f receiving), protected sex, doggy style, dirty talk

wc: 8,828

The moment you and your neighbour, Lee Heeseung, agreed on a no-strings-attached relationship, you knew that there was only one rule you had to follow: don't fall in love. The consequences of breaking that one simple rule? Pure and utter chaos.

a/n; hi again! here is my third installment of my enhypen fic lineup. youd think that since theyre my ults id write abt them more hdsfkkfgdukgf but oh well. also, you've probably noticed a differently layout from before. i'm actually planning on switching it up for future fics so definitely lmk what you guys think! anyways, enjoy! <3

...

You were falling in love.

That was your first of many mistakes.

Heeseung was on top of you, his lips grazing the small of your neck in swift, flirtatious pecks. You glanced down, the evening light peeking through the apartment window cascaded off of his bare figure, highlighting his muscular frame. His broad shoulders shielded you from the outside world as he pinned you against the bed, a firm hand gripping the bed sheets. The other hand hung your thigh against his hips, linking your legs around his waist. His hips teasingly thrusted between your legs, lips linking with yours.

“You look beautiful, princess.” Heeseung’s breath grazed your skin, in which its surface burned into flames at his touch. The bambi-eyed figure glistened in the evening starlight. His smile could light up a darkened world if it wanted to, and it certainly never failed to give the pit of your stomach butterflies. Usually, you would just blame these feelings on Heeseung’s smooth words, his flirtatious stare. But tonight? You weren’t so sure.

His lips link up with yours, sealing up each dirty groan that echoes from your throat. You notice your fingers grasping his arms a little harder this time, as if you were afraid to let go, afraid to leave his grasp. You melted into his lips; an ability only Lee Heeseung had.

How could you let this happen?

You remember it as if it was yesterday. Coming home mere minutes before the sun was set to rise, your busted heels in hand. You trot out of the elevator barefoot. Tears stream down your pitiful face as you meet the eyes of your neighbor and close acquaintance, Lee Heeseung, throwing out the trash. You weren’t too close to him, but you were desperate for any type of solace, so you accepted his invitation for drinks at his place.

Automatically, he leads you into his apartment. Your lips hurl themselves into an hour-long rant about your ex, who had just broken up with you that night, as Heeseung pours you a drink. Hours passed, the sun was peeking behind the buildings, and you were in Heeseung’s arms, head hitting against his door as you entrap your lips in sloppy kisses. Together, you let your sensations take over you, and in between pecks and hickeys, you agree to be friends with benefits.

You only had one rule to follow; don’t fall in love. You both agreed that it would just complicate things. For 2 months, everything went according to plan. The two of you relished in each other’s bodies, while managing the distance of staying friends. So, why did it get the best of you now?

Currently, Heeseung’s lips trailed further down, peppering kisses on your lower stomach. Your heart fluttered as he glanced up, his eyes holding yours in a firm grip as he toyed with the fabric of your panties. His fingers traced your clothed lips, toying with your mind. Your breath hitched. A part of you wanted nothing more than to give in and reach down, grabbing his hand by the wrist and leading your body into bliss.

This couldn’t go on.

Gently, Heeseung hooks the fabric in one swoop, pushing the barrier away. You jerked, your body just as confused as your heart. Your legs close, catching his attention, his bambi-like eyes.

“Heeseung?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think we should do this tonight.”

Heeseung propped himself up, chivalrously lending you a hand as well. You watched as his lips parted, as if he was about to say something before he shut himself up. He backed away, giving you as much distance as you needed without sending his figure to the floor. It wasn’t enough, though. Your heart was still racing in his presence. You had to leave.

Without looking at his direction, you hopped off the bed, tossing your clothes on frantically before shuffling your way out of his apartment. Guilt tormented your heart. In truth, you wanted nothing more than to spend your night endlessly relishing his touch. Nevertheless, that was the problem. You wanted him.

Despite going to bed early, you couldn’t sleep a wink that night.

…

Lee Heeseung wasn’t a dumbass.

He knew better than to keep you in his apartment that night. Something did seem odd about you, you seemed uncomfortable, extra soft to the touch. While he couldn’t figure out why, he wasn’t gonna be some jerk who forced you to stay the night. So when you got dressed and headed for the door, Heeseung knew better than to stop you.

Lee Heeseung wasn’t a dumbass. However, in this particular instance, he was quite confused.

The morning sun peeked through the blinds of his apartment window. Heeseung paced around the wooden floor, dust soaring at each quaky step of his bare-foot. His back was still bare, loose-fitting joggers hanging around his hips as he scratched the crown of his head for the um-teenth time in that hour. He sighed, his tongue subtly swiping at his bottom lip, brows furrowed.

Why did you leave?

Was it because of him? Did he hurt you in any way? His teeth picked at his lips as he wandered over to the kitchen. He poured the lukewarm coffee into a large mug and sipped like his life depended on it. As if he’d find all the answers to his problems engraved in the glass. Just to be safe, Heeseung quickly peeked before putting down the glass. What the hell was he doing?

He shouldn’t have to fuss over you so much. It wasn’t like there was anything real between you two, anyways. Your relationship was strictly business, no strings attached. A foolproof plan to take the weight off of each other’s shoulders for a couple of nights a week (okay, maybe more than just a couple). He didn’t need to worry about you.

Except, he did. And right now, he didn’t really catch the memo on ‘foolproof’. Right now, he was as foolish as they come.

Heeseung felt his stomach stirring. Queasing above his joggers. He wondered whether you secretly spiked his coffee before you escaped his arms last night. Heeseung dashed to his closet to throw on the first shirt he could find, before heading out the door.

…

The elevator was supposed to be peaceful. If you were lucky enough, you were able to keep the compact, metallic box to yourself, giving yourself a pleasant start to your morning. It was supposed to be undisturbed.

Instead, you were standing before a very distressed figure. Complete with his gray joggers, a shirt clearly thrown on haphazardly, and untiedーmismatched, too? ーsneakers. The figure stood before the elevator door, palms planted on their knees as they pant in exhaustion. Your brows furrowed, wondering why the elevator doors wouldn’t close faster.

Was Lee Heeseung that desperate to see you?

Heesung steps into the elevator with you, his shoulder rubbing against your tense ones. With his figure snug—a little too snug—at your side, the two of you stand in silence as the elevator makes its slow descent to the apartment’s lobby. Your breath was caught in your throat, panic spinning around you like a life-threatening amusement park ride. You thought you made yourself clear with your cruel escape from his arms, what more did Heeseung need to get the message?

“Uh, hey!” Heeseung stuttered. You winced from cringe coursing through your body. He coughed a lump out of his throat, making you wince again. “Did you sleep alright last night?”

You purse your lips, trying your hardest not to laugh. Not at him, but rather his audacity to ask you that silly question. You most definitely had a good night’s sleep, especially after that god forbidden revelation you had just moments before.

“Uh, yeah,” You mutter under your breath.

The silence was unbearable; crawling underneath your skin like some unwanted pest. You tapped your foot against the tile floor; anything to pass the time. The absolute dreadful time you were having. Your skin grew ice cold. Why couldn’t this damn elevator move any faster?

“So, I-”

As if God was able to hear your very repetitive prayers, the doors of the elevator pinged open. It was a miracle. In a hurried step, you make your way out of the metal box. Without looking back, you huff, interrupting the poor boy left behind.

“I don’t think we should meet up anymore.” Your voice was stern. Cold. Like a wall crafted from ice and brick. Unattainable.

The elevator doors close a second after, leaving the poor, bambi-eyed boy to be devoured in its wake. Your body flooded with guilt, ripping your heart out of your chest mere minutes before smashing it into pieces. You hated seeing him so alone, so confused. A part of you wanted nothing more than to run back to him, reclaim your place snuggled back in his arms. The last thing you wanted was to rip yourself away from his warmth. But alas, that wasn’t possible. This was the only suitable punishment for breaking the one rule you set for yourself; not to fall in love.

…

“Just put those in the kitchen,” Sunghoon’s voice sounded strained as it rang in your ears. If you had to guess, it’s probably from the countless boxes he’s spent the afternoon carrying back and forth. All in an effort to move into his new apartment. You trailed behind him, carrying an array of boxes yourself. You followed your friend’s words, placing the cardboard boxes on the floor of his new kitchen. Sunghoon followed suit, placing his boxes on the floor beside you before cracking his back in relief. “Thanks again for helping out, by the way,”

“No problem!” You lined up the boxes in a more organized fashion. You honestly didn’t mind helping your best friend move into his new apartment. After all, you knew he would have done the same; it was natural for you to help Sunghoon out for things like this.

And besides, you were free for the afternoon, and you desperately needed a distraction from that bambi-eyed boy that lived beside you.

The two of you began busying yourselves, unpacking Sunghoon’s belongings and placing around the once barren apartment. You felt calm; putting away Sunghoon’s utensils without any unease. Placing the last of the silverware into the drawer, you pressed the compartment shut. Your teamwork was seamless, your stress seemed to fade away through the exhaust pipes of the building.

You felt too calm. Like the calm air moments before a terrible, devastating storm.

“Oh right,” Sunghoon chirped as he placed the last of the plates into the cabinet. “Jake’s coming over to help, too.”

You shrugged, the thought never grazing your mind. Well, it did, until Jake actually arrived.

With Lee Heeseung at his side.

Fuck.

…

You never thought you’d be spending your Saturday afternoon curled up in Sunghoon’s new bathtub, hiding from the one and only Lee Heeseung. Your breaths shortened, body frozen as sweat pooled at your temples. A gulp shoots down your throat anxiously. You couldn’t bear to move even a muscle under this heaving pressure. What the hell were you supposed to do? Just face the guy you stupidly fell for?

You’d rather die a slow, painful death than ever admit this out loud, but you did miss what you had with the bambi-eyed boy. The relationship you had before the cold, ruthless rejection you dropped upon him like a life-size boulder. Before the reckless agreement of friends with benefits. Back when you were strictly, innocently neighbours.

Without all of those messy labels, maybe you could’ve had something more.

You smack each cheek with your palms. No, you couldn’t think this way. You couldn’t think of Heeseung any more than you already have. He had already stolen your heart, hiding it steep beneath his grasp. What you needed to do was steal it back, with all the force and cruel words you could use.

You had to fall out of love. No matter what.

Without warning, the creak of the door hinge echoes through the confined bathroom. You throw your body back, the shock bouncing through your veins. A series of shuffling follows, and your breath hitches in your throat. Your hands fly to your mouth, concealing any peep that could escape as the shuffling grows lounder, and a voice trails closely behind. A familiar voice.

“—Just leave it here, right?” Lee Heeseung shouted through the door of the washroom. A voice—presumably Sunghoon’s—murmurs an affirmative response before Heeseung does as he’s told and you scoff under your breath. If he was so obedient, why was he so stubborn with your heart? Your pupils shook in fear, your breaths growing heavy with each turn. With your hands still attached to your lips, you gulp.

“What was that?” Heeseung’s loitering figure murmured to himself. Your eyes dried out from staying open for so long, fear absolutely penetrating your body. His shuffling steps grew closer. And closer. His shadow painted onto the plastic shower curtain growing bigger with each of his curious steps, enveloping your sad, pitiful frame. “Is someone there?”

You’re fucked.

A soft chuckle echoes from the other side of the shower curtain, throwing you off. “Guess I’m hearing things,” Heeseung finally says before walking away, swiftly shutting the bathroom door. You emerge from the shadows, pushing the shower curtain to the side as you huff the biggest sigh of your life.

You’re such a coward.

…

Heeseung couldn’t help but stay quiet amidst Jake’s rambling as the two of them drove away from their friend’s new apartment. It was natural, given the heavy sense of disappointment weighing atop his shoulders. Heeseung stared out the window, his eyes trailing each streetlight that flew past his view from the passenger seat. The driver, Jake Sim, took quick notice of his silence, his smile fading as he turned to Heeseung’s attention. “What’s wrong?”

Heeseung only murmured a response, earning a sigh from the now know-it-all driver. “I told you, she wasn’t gonna show.”

The bambi boy pursed his lips, sinking further into the leather of the car seat. Jake’s words already had a sense of familiarity to them; he already knew you wouldn’t show up at Sunghoon’s. You made that abundantly clear the moment you shunned him off entirely back at the elevator this morning. The moment you escaped his arms the night before, leaving him barren and empty. It was written in the stars, and yet, Heeseung refused to use his telescope.

Jake heaved another sigh, his brows furrowing as he kept his eyes on the road. “You gotta give it up, man. Don’t waste your time on her. Hell, you two aren’t even dating!”

Jake was anything but wrong. You and him never went past the label of ‘friends with benefits.’ So, why was he stuck here mourning you like you were something more? “I guess, but–”

“Tell you what, Minji from my calc. class is single right now. What if I set you two up?”

Heeseung couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the trees that swayed outside his car window. He mindlessly fiddled with his fingers—mindlessly, due to the fact that his mind was now occupied with the thought of you. Who was he kidding? You’ve infected his mind for a while now, ever since he lost the sense of your touch that night. He thought back to the image of your back, walking further and further away from him. He thought back to the quick turn of your head, seconds before the elevator door closed. He thought back to your words. Words that stabbed his chest like a diamond encrusted dagger.

We shouldn’t see each other anymore.

Heeseung’s eyes finally met his driver’s, who was taking curious glances at his good friend. He picked at his lips.

“Alright”

…

Did God hate you?

You had to ask because ever since you rejected the bambi-eyed Lee Heeseung, you’ve been living in absolute turmoil. And today was no different.

“You stopped seeing him?” Sunghoon quizzed through his mouthful of food. You simply cocked an eyebrow, baffled at how slow your supposed best friend was to the news. He drilled into another bite of his burger, whilst you slowly popped another fry into your mouth. “How come?”

A shrug danced off of your shoulders, fingers popping another fry into your mouth like clockwork. You figured that the answer was fairly obvious, considering your heart has been reeling the effects for weeks now. The answer had turned your life into a minefield; one small reminder of him, and you were sent into an idiotic frenzy. Another fry swam into your mouth, eyes diverting from your friend as shame overtook you. On second thought, maybe Sunghoon was right not to notice; maybe you were going insane over nothing.

“Things just sorta fizzled,” You absolute liar.

“Well, there’s other guys out there, you’ll be fine!” Sunghoon leaned back with a smile.

Potato mush slid down your throat, your tongue growing sour at Sunghoon’s sentiments. It felt foregin; being with anyone else but Lee Heeseung. Another fry leaps into your mouth, slowly nodding to Sunghoon’s words. God, you’re such a liar.

Sunghoons eyes, in the snap of a second, spill from their sockets, jerking forward as he nearly spits out his drink. He gulps, his eyes never leaving the perplexing view behind you. “Speak of the devil.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have looked back. Maybe you shouldn’t have let your curiosity get the better of you. At least then, you wouldn’t have to watch Lee Heeseung sit down at the same diner, with another girl on his arm. Minji from your calculus class, to be exact.

You choked. You grew dizzy, sick to the stomach. The more you heard Heeseung’s affectionate chuckle, his date’s giggles to his dumb dad jokes; the more you felt an uncomfortable swirl grow at the pit of your stomach. And the more your mind began to wander, stubbornly. Wander back to the times you spent with him, the times he spewed out dumb jokes for you to laugh at. You thought you were going to faint. You needed to get out of here.

“So-”

“Do you wanna check out that new ice cream place downtown?”

You spat your words out in one single, panicked breath, not bearing to take your next one until Park Sunghoon answers your question. Your friend cocks an eyebrow up, his eyes darting back to his food tray—complete with an unfinished meal.

“I mean sure, but we haven’t finished our food?”

“I don’t want it anymore.”

“But you want ice cream?”

You nod as if you didn’t seem completely insane. “Yeah! Now let’s go!”

Without waiting for him, you shoot up from your seat, strategically hiding each leftover fry so it only looks like mere crumbs on your food tray. With confusion lining his face, Sunghoon shoves the rest of his burger into his mouth, grossly managing to spew a response to your apparent eagerness. “Alright, alright, I’m coming, jeez!”

You practically bolted out the door. After all, the last thing you needed was to catch a glimpse of Lee Heeseung at that god forsaken diner.

…

His bambi eyes pierced through you.

You stood frozen before your wide open doorframe, practically welcoming him with open arms with its vacant stance—something you didn’t quite agree with, yourself. Nonetheless, he lets himself in, pushing past you swiftly. Like a fairy dancing in the wind, he aligns your body with his, and gently rests you against the wall, one hand hugging your waist, while the other cups your cheek. Your heart was racing, leaping out of your heaving, quaking chest. The head above you spun endlessly. You needed to get out, or kick him out at the very least. And yet, here you were, stuck in his heated trance.

His eyes bore a sense of hunger, starvation as he stared into yours. They weren’t much of an innocent deer anymore, but rather had the glint of an angry lion. His jaw tensed, as if he was holding back, restraining himself as he lifted your hand, gently kissing your knuckles. Your stomach flipped inside out, heart fluttering away. Your skin burnt to the touch, breath shaking beneath his. He dipped down, burying his face into the crook of your neck before hushing a whisper into your ear.

“I want you.”

You gulp, head spinning. In practically a whimper, you fight back. Well, a poor excuse for a fight anyway. “Heeseung, I-”

He only gritted back, his sharp stare slicing your skin. “I know you want me, too.”

Another gulp shoots down your throat as a certain heat pooled below you. You press your legs together, eyes dipping down to your feet. You wanted him. You wanted Lee Heeseung so bad.

Heeseung’s lips crash onto yours, a groan lifting from him. Your eyes widen at the strength of his movements. It was as if he finally broke free from a prison, a prison without you. With all sense of morale thrown out the window, you swing your arms around him, hugging his neck, pulling your chest against his. His skin fell into flames at your touch, like each millimeter of flesh was a landmine. Your tongues danced from within, fighting back and forth as your hands roamed, dragging your finger all around each other's bodies. Swiftly, Heeseung hooked his arms around your thighs, lifting you from your standing position and carrying you to your couch, his lips ever leaving yours.

The bambi boy sits down, resting your figure atop of him, your legs straddling his lap. Your arms never left his neck as his hands busied himself undoing your top. You thanked yourself for your constant habit of never wearing a bra around the house. With your chest exposed, Heeseung dipped down, trailing his lips further down your exposed body. Wetness polled between your legs, you felt antsy. Moans escaped your lips at each and every one of his movements. You were in heaven.

You never wanted this to end.

You couldn’t have anything nice, could you?

Your morning alarm boomed like a siren in your ears as you shook out of your slumber. You jolted out of your sheets, the irritating beeping still ringing in your ears. You glance around your bedsheets, revealing nothing but your own belongings. No hints of a visitor last night. Your heart sunk to the floor, your fingers grazing your very flushed cheeks. Your mind was simply toying with you, with your heart.

It was all a dream.

…

You couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Your eyes never felt the need to droop, your lips never needed to stifle a yawn. You were as awake as a nocturnal creature amidst a night sky. You couldn't figure out why, but you had a sneaking suspicion that this particular morning, and a certain pair of bambi eyes, had something to do with it.

Here he was again, claiming his spot right in the middle of your mind.

You once again grew desperate for another distraction, a way to rid you of your very stubborn thoughts on the man who so cruelly stole your heart away. It didn’t matter how stubborn his presence seemed to be, you were not going down without a fight. And thus, you dove straight into your studies the moment you got home, and you haven’t swam back up to the surface since. No matter how much each formula gave you a headache, it was better than having Lee Heeseung occupy your brain.

You huff, mentally addressing the elephant in the room. The elephant which seemed to flee from you the moment you woke up earlier this morning.

Your dream.

By now, it had been a few weeks since your departure from the rocky roads of Lee Heeseung’s presence. Almost a month without his smile, without his bambi-eyes. You thought you grew accustomed to this Heeseung-less lifestyle. You’ve gone out more with friends, dove deep into your studies, actually tried working on other aspects of your life, aspects that didn’t need the presence of a man, especially one you weren’t destined to be with.

Though, there's one keyword in that first sentence; thought. In theory, you finally moved past the paradox of Lee Heeseung. In practice? Your heart was clearly too stubborn to follow through. That was made maddeningly clear ever since you had that dream last night. Your heart was practically screaming through your eardrums; You were in love with Lee Heeseung.

Nevertheless, none of that mattered. You could never give into your silly feelings. Afterall, if that visit to the diner a few weeks back taught you anything, it was that you were as miniscule in Heeseung’s eyes as a speck of dust. Whatever dumb feelings you had for your neighbor was clearly never reciprocated.

The sound of faint shuffling puffs through your ears, surpassing the music which was supposed to keep you calm. A jingle of keys and a few hushed voices later, it finally clicked. Your neighbor was home. Home with a girl, anyway.

That same sick feeling drilled through your torso again, your vision turning into a blur. Your notes turned into scribbles, your music turned into noise. Nothing made any sense anymore. The only thing you could really pinpoint was the burning sensation just above your chest. The tenseness of your skin, the clench of your jaw. It irked you to imagine Heeseung with someone else, not with the layers of history the two of you had, the moments you shared.

You slap your cheeks, resetting your brain. It’s settled, you need to move. You need to get away from Lee Heeseung for good.

…

A loud thwack sounded as Minji’s palm harshly grazed Heeseung’s face. “You’re such an asshole!”

In his defense, Heeseung never knew she’d react like that. Heeseung’s head hung low. “Sorry, Min”

“Don’t give me that! You led me on for a whole month! What the fuck!?”

The bambi boy picked at his lips. He did feel sorry. He never wanted to lie to Minji, she never deserved it. However, Lee Heeseung wanted to lie to himself; maybe then he’d let go of the thought of you. But alas, it didn’t plan didn’t work, and here he is now, reaping the consequences of his own actions. Minji stormed out of the apartment, leaving him indifferent at best. Maybe his heart trailed with a smidge of guilt, but he honestly couldn’t really care. He physically couldn’t bring himself to, not with your figure just a wall away from him, ignoring his entire being.

“Tell me, is there someone else? Is that why?”

Heeseung’s eyes lingered at a blank wall—the wall that connected his and your rooms. “You don’t deserve someone like me. I really am sorry, Min.”

“Whatever. At least you thought to tell me before anything even happnend. I’m out of here, you prick!”

Lee Heeseung wholeheartedly believed that if he followed Jake’s advice and played around with someone else, that he’d soon forget about you all together; the fuck buddy who managed to linger around in his heart for longer than he expected. Of course it didn’t work, not with your door right next to his, tempting him every second of the day. It took everything in his being to suppress the urge to visit you. He was crawling in his own skin, impatience riling up in his body. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted, but he did know that you were part of the solution.

Heeseung ruffled a towel through his wet hair; not even a shower could get his mind off of you.

What the hell was going on?

…

“You can’t hide from him forever, y/n” Sunghoon crossed his arms, scowling at your pitiful figure—stuffing your face with his leftovers, wrapped up in his blankets; a housewarming gift from his sister. “What even happened? I thought things just fizzled?”

You winced at your fat-faced lie from that day at the diner. To say it was cringe-inducing would be an understatement. It was just a poor attempt at convincing the world—especially yourself—that you weren’t entirely going insane. Putting your fork down, you heave a deep sigh. “Not exactly.”

And so, you told Sunghoon everything. How you let yourself go, allowed yourself to break the one rule a ‘friends with benefits’ agreement had. How you let your heart venture too close to the wits of Lee Heeseung, and he stole it effortlessly, like a thief in the night. You hung your head low, eyes burning through the fuzzy socks you borrowed (stole) from Sunghoon’s closet. Disappointment ghosted over your shoulders, and you wholeheartedly expected Sunghoon to follow suit. However, your supposed best friend only falls into a bellow of laughter, throwing your attention off.

“What?”

“God, y/n, you act like catching feelings is a crime!” Sunghoon plops beside you, who is still frozen from his words. “Look, liking Heeseung isn’t a bad thing. You can’t really control your feelings, and when you do…you end up hiding in your best friend's apartment and stealing their food.” He gives you a quick up-and-down scan, cocking an eyebrow.

“I was scared! We didn’t agree to this back then, and I was scared that developing real feelings for him would just scare him off or something. Besides, it’s too late anyways. He’s already seeing someone else.”

“How do you know for sure?”

You took another angry bite. “I heard them walk into his apartment.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Girl, that could mean anything.”

“Two people giggling while walking into an apartment at 2 in the morning? I doubt it means anything else!” You bury yourself in Sunghoon’s multitude of throw blankets. “Quit trying to save it, my chances are already ruined.”

“Look, I still think you should talk to him. Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it turns out.”

You grew quiet at his words; as if they pulled your vocal chords from your grasp. You gulp as Sunghoon shoots up from his place on the couch. He snatches the bowl from your hands, not even sparing you a chance to finish your—well, his— meal. “You can stay here for tonight, nerd.”

…

“So you and Minji didn’t work out, huh?” Jake suddenly dropped, the bomb exploding all over Heeseung’s face. Simultaneously, the booming cries of a ‘game over’ blast through his headphones; the sudden change in topic to his love life was the last thing Heeseung expected to hear during his Friday night gaming session. The bambi boy recollects himself, clearing his throat. Or maybe it was just to stall this conversation all together, he couldn’t really tell. “How’d you know?”

“Heard it from Jay,” Jake uttered nocholantly through the voice chat. Heeseung booted up his game again, opting to distract himself with a fresh round of kills for the night. The topic of a future girlfriend wasn’t really on his radar right now. Well, he didn’t want it to be, anyway. Not with you still staking a claim on his brain.

Guess Jake couldn’t get the hint.

“I guess that’s too bad,” Jake continued to ramble. Heeseung grew queasy, opting to focus on the sounds of the shoots blasting from his character’s gun.

“I think you’ll be fine, though. There’s plenty of fish in the sea, anyway.” One shot. Two shots.

“Now, I don’t really know anyone personally, but I could ask around.” Three shots.

“What do you think of blind dates?” Game Over.

“No!” Heeseung’s voice finally peaked through the mic, shocking Jake to his core. Honestly, it startled Heeseng a little, himself. He didn’t have a clue where this sudden surge of energy came from, nor this unsettling feeling. All he knew is that he wanted Jake to stop. “Jake, I don’t want another date, okay?”

The silence on the other end pressured Heeseung to believe that Jake just disappeared right then and there. The bambi boy huffed a sigh of relief the moment he saw Jake’s character move around once again. His voice peaking in the mic shortly after. “What, why?”

Heeseung was too ashamed to say. But of course, Jake already knew.

“Oh.”

Heeseung didn’t bother rebooting the game this time. Instead he just stared blankly at his pitiful death screen, his reflection shining back to him through the screen’s black text. Jake heaved a sigh, as the bambi boy winced; he already knew what he was going to say. “You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Yes. All Heeseung had been thinking about was you.

“I like her too much, man.” Heeseung said with little to no thought running through his brain. Though he was not 100% certain, he knew that thinking about you constantly, worrying about your well being, and missing you like a loved one who passed away, were no small feats to scoff at. You caught him in some entrancing spell, and Heeseung couldn’t find a way out. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to. The bambi boy was fully expecting Jake to dive into a complete lecture about wasting time on girls who aren't even worth it, which is exactly why Heeseung was nothing but stunned when his friend responded with one simple phrase.

“Then tell her.”

Heeseung picked at his lips, a loss for words. “But she clearly doesn’t feel the same way.” If the past month had taught Heeseung anything, it was that fact and that fact alone.

“It wouldn’t hurt to try. Especially if you're just completely blowing off chances with other girls just because of her. Don’t you think she's worth even just a small bit of the truth?”

You were worth so much more, Heeseung knew that much.

Nonetheless, could Heeseung even provide it for you?

…

Your eyes darted to your front door again, maybe the 100th time you did so since you got home from class.. Your brain? Spinning beyond belief. It was maybe 8pm; hours had already passed since your last class of the day. And yet, despite all of that, the thought of Lee Heeseung still lingered in your mind, stained like wine to a white shirt. You felt dizzy just thinking about it.

You shouldve been relieved, happy even. In one way or another, your problem was solved. It was official; Lee Heeseung was finally unavailable, and you had no reason to faulter back into the depths of his heart anymore. Isn’t this what you wanted in the first place, ever since you left him to rot in the elevator all those weeks ago?

A scoff pushed from your chest. Of course you weren’t actually happy.

You think back to Sunghoon’s words, the night you pitifully stayed over at his place for the night.

“Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it gets.”

You dashed to your door faster than your heart leaped from your chest. You could explode right then and there; you couldn’t take it anymore.

You needed to see him.

…

Lee Heeseung wasn’t an asshole. He knew that much. But when it came to the treatment of his own heart, it was a whole other story.

Up until this very moment, the only things currently on Heeseung’s mind was a mental note to buy new house slippers, and how his hand stank from the trash; he only held onto it for a few seconds before throwing it away, which made it even more confusing. However, the moment he glanced up, all those thoughts seemed to blow away in the wind. The wind in question? the overwhelming image of you. Again.

Your apartment door stood in front of him. Mocking him relentlessly.

Time stopped, leaving just him and you, who was currently avoiding his sorry ass on the other end of that brindled door. Something rumbled at the pit of his stomach, his chest heaving as he found his legs moving. Complete with a mind of their own. It didn’t make a lick of sense. He was in his pajamas—even if you’ve seen him in less before, Heeseung deemed the fit inappropriate for the task of confessing his feelings; his hair was nowhere near fixed—unstyled and flatter than a sheet of paper. Not to mention he literally smells like garbage. Everything around him was practically screaming at him, telling him to just turn around and head back into his apartment. But he couldn’t hear anything. The thought of you was too busy clouding his senses.

Each hushed step inched him closer to your doorframe. His heart was breaking through his chest with each stark breath. A tremble lined his fingers, goosebumps grazing his skin as he positioned them right in front of your door. What was he even going to say? Of course he didn’t think to prepare. Were you even going to answer? Did he even deserve your answer?

Fuck it. None of it mattered anymore. Heeseung needed you.

…

Your door became a trampoline with the way you bounced back from its surface. You fumbled with the hem of your shirt, the harsh reality of your situation sinking in. Lee Heeseung didn’t want you anymore, and it was your own damn fault. Your heart felt victim to the infamous bambi boy, and you pushed him away instead of accepting him with open arms. You were never the other chick Minji so lovingly dubbed; you could never be. How could you if all you did was ignore him for a goddamn month?

You slapped your face three times, hoping each slap would send you back to a more sensible reality. A reality where you weren’t so blinded by your feelings. You hop onto your couch, the surface farthest away from the gates of hell (your apartment door).

You shouldn’t punish yourself for having feelings.

It was as if you were a puppet, being pulled closer to your front door once more. The culprit? Your own devious heart. Your fingers turned into 20 pound dumbbells as you clasped them around the door handle. Each click of the knob, you found yourself quickening the pace of your breath. Your heart jumping from your chest, dancing like a fool. You swing the door open with every muscle drenched in anticipation. You glance up, and you freeze on the spot.

Heeseung was already there.

"y/n-" Heeseung pants, breath hitched. He looked just as unorthodox as you did.

Your heart leaped from your chest once again, only this time it got caught in your throat, ripping the air away from your lungs as you scanned the towering figure before you. Complete in a black shirt and track pants, three white stripes trailing down each side like a race track. It was one of the most basic outfits a guy in their 20’s could have ever come up with, but you still managed to blush at his presence. Your eyes watched as his chest heaved up and down, his adam's apple bobbing in the opposite direction. You watched him instinctively move slightly into your frame, but you didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you had the sudden urge to move closer. Closer to him.

"Heeseung, I-" You say, barely out of your trance.

“I don't think I can do this anymore.” Heeseung heaved, summoning goosebumps against your skin. You watched as he inched closer to your figure, welcoming himself into your apartment. You had every reason to stop him, but for some reason, you couldn't. Your brows cinched together at his words.

"Do what, exactly?"

"This!" Heeseung gestured to the air. "Staying away from you, pretending that you mean nothing to me. I hate it, y/n."

You choked on your heightened breath, his figure shielding the light formerly cascading off of your frame—he took over your vision. He nibbled at his lip, desperate for a response, for anything from you. You, however, had an endless amount of questions. It was as if your brain took a screenshot, your mind was going haywire.

“What do you mean pretend? What about Minji?”

Heeseung scratches the nape of his neck. “After you rejected me, I thought I had no chance with you. So, I tried to start something with Minji in the hopes that I forgot you, But it didn’t work. If anything, I thought of you even more when we were apart.”

You couldn’t find the courage to reply, as Heeseung’s figure sank at the shoulders. “I know you want nothing to do with me, I just— I needed to get that off my chest. Goodnight, y/n.”

Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it is.

The Bambi boy pivots, his broad back facing you. A surge of lightning erupts in you as you chase him down. You pinch the fabric of his shirt, stopping him in his tracks. “Wait!”

Heesung looks back at you, a spotlight shining on your figure. “That’s not true at all! I don’t hate you or want you out of my life! I want none of that!”

Heeseung’s mouth went agape, as you heave a tense sigh. “I only ignored you all those months ago because in reality… I was scared. I didn’t know how to handle my feelings for you so I just hid them away. In the end, I only pushed you away further. I feel… horrible.”

It was as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders the moment you sputtered your rushed, unplanned confession. You took your time to finally look at him, really look at him. The glisten in those bambi eyes you always loved, the plump of his lips, his elegant nose bridge—all of him. “I like you, Lee Heeseung.”

The two of you basked in silence for a while—an eternity it seemed. All the pain and agony in Heeseung’s bambi-like eyes seemed to float away, a glisten of adoration replacing them the longer he looked at you. Your eyes, however, ripped away, the guilt of your horrible treatment towards him finally being recognized.

“Oh god, I’m really sorry, Hee-” You watched as Heeseung closed the gaps between your tense figure, His warm hand melting you as he cupped your cheek. “y/n?”

“Hm?”

“I need to kiss you.”

You gulp, a gear switching in your head. “Then kiss me.”

…

Without warning, Heeseung envelopes your figure into his arms, a sudden roughness added to his touch. A glimmer of impatience, desperation. The air between your two lips dissipates as you link them together in a kiss. He tasted like honey, the sweet strawberry icing on a cake; he tasted perfect. You’ve kissed Lee Heeseung multiple times before, but it’s never felt this good.

Your bodies worked like clockwork, seamless and perfect. You hastily threw your arms around the nape of his neck, as he slithered an arm around your waist. Like an elegant waltz, your figures moved further into the apartment, your back crashing into your apartment wall. Lee Heeseung knew just how to hold you, how to carry you in his arms. It was as if you were meant for one another.

Lips never parting, Heeseung plants himself on the plush of your couch. He swings you over him, your legs now straddling his lap. Your skin grew hot to the touch, Heeseung’s ice cold palms sending shivers down your spine. And yet, you never wanted his touch to leave. His fingertips trailed up and down your arm, teasing you relentlessly. Lee Heeseung was driving you crazy.

And judging by the heat accumulating between your legs, Heeseung knew what he was doing.

Mischievously, Heeseung nibbles at your bottom lip before plucking away, sending one last bratty smirk your way before he trails wet kisses along your jaw. Your mind was in a haze, clouded by absolute greed, lust. You felt his lips hover lower and lower against your body as he tugged onto your shirt’s collar to kiss more of your chest. Currently, you were a bomb minutes away from an explosion. The sound of his wet lips crashing against your skin was enough to send your head—and core—spinning. You couldn’t take it anymore. A moan escapes your lips, stopping the bambi boy in his tracks. He pulls away, getting one glimpse of you before leaning right against your ear.

“Does my princess want me that bad?”

Princess. You haven't heard that name in a lifetime. It felt sweet against his lips. You couldn’t muster up a response, you were too busy stifling another lewd moan. You felt Heeseungs hands trail up from your waist, groping the soft plush of your chest. He massaged each clothed breast, kneading them until he pulled that second moan from your hungry lips. “More, baby. Moan for me. Show me how much you want this.”

His hands felt like heaven against your chest, his thumbs grazing your nipples; the sweet spot. You grew louder with each swipe of his thumb, your figure growing restless and fidgety above him. Wetness pooled between your thighs in an instant. Only Lee Heeseung had this effect on you.

“What does my baby want?” Heeseung rasps in your ear once more. By the way your body squirmed above his lap, unable to stay still, it was obvious how needy you had become. “Tell me, princess, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?”

The heat between your legs pounded amidst his lewd question, your cheeks flushed beyond belief. After you nibbled on your lip, you dipped down beside the shell of his ear.

“Eat me out” You whispered in between desperate huffs.

An affirmative smirk. That’s all it took before he flung your figures into a new position. You sat with your back snug against the couch, and Heeseung mere inches away from your knees, his bambi eyes boring into you. It didn’t matter that he was below you physically; Lee Heeseung was the bloodthirsty beast, and you were his prey for the night. Ripping off your shorts, the bambi boy peppered kisses up your thighs. He watched proudly as you squirmed at each and every kiss, dying to feel his touch right where you needed it most.

He pried your legs open, meeting his last barrier standing in the way of your pleasure; the soaking fabric of your panties. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Heeseung looked up, meeting eye to eye with your heated, flustered stare. God, you were adorable. “You’re so needy, princess. Did I turn you on that much?”

You scowled, too drenched in heat to give a proper comeback. “Please, Seungie”

Fuck. Fireworks popped at the pit of his stomach, your little nickname revving an engine he was never aware of. Heeseung dove into your core, pressing lips against the dripping fabric.

Shockwaves drilled down your spine, your back arching as another moan spilled from your lips. His touch barely ghosted your core, yet it was enough to send your head spinning. You were launched into a world of ecstasy the moment Heeseung’s teasing kisses stopped, and you felt his tongue dip into your folds. His tongue dipped further, gripping and throwing your leg over his shoulders as he explored your insides. With each thrust and push of his tongue, your heart beat faster, your noises grew louder.

Apparently, though, that wasn’t enough for Lee Heeseung.

As stealthy as a thief in the night, Heeseung slips a finger at the tip of your core; the sweet spot. Uncontrollable, lewd noises bounced around the living room walls, your head thrown back and digging into the head of the couch. With the pads of his fingers, Heeseung draws small circles against your clit as you gripped onto a lock of his hair. Anything to tether you back to reality. Heeseung pumps another finger into your folds, accompanying his tongue in its dirty expedition.

You felt a knot expanding at the pit of your stomach, tensing up further with each pleasure filled thrust of Heeseung’s tongue. The bambi boy’s tongue moved faster and faster, the pressure of that knot building up further. Finally, you chased down your climax, your juices flowing everywhere. The couch’s fabric, the surface of your thighs, his chin; everywhere.

“Fuck, princess.” Heeseung catches his breath, his eyes forming into hearts as he eyes you down once again. “You’re beautiful”

“Heeseung- '' You huff a series of deep breaths, a limp hand reach you grasp his. Climbing onto the couch, he takes your hand innocently enough, but soon enough, his lips make their way beside your ear once again.

“There’s no way I’m done with you yet, baby. Now, on your knees.”

He seals his dirty remark with a kiss against your jaw before you do as you're told. The fatigue from moments ago shriveled up from your body, with excitement coursing through you instead. You fell onto your hands and knees, with Heeseung’s firm hands grabbing you by the hip. Your bare ass grazed against his clothed crotch, a firm tent hiding beneath the fabric. Mischievously leaning in, you grind your ass against his core, a groan escaping his lips. The grip around your hips grew tighter, his fingers painting a white hue atop of your skin. It was your turn to tease him, after all.

“Shit- Quit teasing me, baby.” Heeseung hisses as he pulls a condom from his pocket. Did he always carry one with him? Or was it just meant for you? Heeseung leans forward, his chest flush against your back. “You don’t know how bad my cock needs that pussy. Don’t test me.”

Hastily, Heeseung pulls off his pants, his cock—specifically his size, catching your attention as you watch from over your shoulder. Your eyes widen as he rolls the condom over his girth. Heeseung of course catches you gawking, shining a smirk your way. The bambi boy whispers in your ear once again. “Are you ready, princess?”

You mewl, your desperation shining through your half-assed response.

Heeseung finally pressed his dick through your walls, his palm groping your ass cheek, lightly spreading apart to dig further into your core. Your pussy overflowed with his size, his cock rubbing against your core in all the right places. The walls of your living echoed with the sounds of your hot skin slapping together, the wet sloshes of your dirty bliss taking over the night. He filled you up perfectly, his girth grazing against every needy bit of your pussy. Your mind went into a complete daze, each movement sending you into heaven.

His fingers dig deeper into the crevices of your hips, guiding your ass into faster and more blissful thrusts. You were grateful for his grip—your legs were too shaky and unstable to survive on their own. You trembled in ecstasy.

“You feel so good, y/n” Heeseung rasps once again. He knew just how to rile you up with words alone. “Your pussy holds my cock so well, darling”

His deep voice was enough to call your attention back to another knot forming in your stomach. The pit of your torso grows more tense with each of Heeseung’s powerful thrusts. Instead of sitting up straight, Heeseung stays on the snug of your back, leaving more soft kisses on your neck and jaw. Soon, your moans turn into deserpate cries of his name, your arms at the brink of failure as they try to hold your figure up. Heeseung’s heat soon got the better of him, too; his thrusts growing sloppy and rushed every time you yelled his name. No matter how much he teased you, you still had an effect on Lee Heeseung.

One last push of Heeseung’s hips summoned your conjoined climaxes, coating your walls and the latex of the condom. Heeseung pulled out and you plop on your stomach, exhaustion tackling you like a boulder to anything in its way. The bambi snuggles up beside you, immediately cradling you in his arms like it was second nature. You had to admit, it made your heart flutter.

“Wanna cuddle?” Heeseung asks, his tone suddenly so innocent, it makes your brows furrow.

“Aren’t we already doing that?” You mutter, your head snug at the crook of his neck.

“Right, sorry.” Heeseung combs a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. “It just feels like I’m dreaming when I’m with you.”

You punch his chest; an appropriate consequence for that corny pick up line. But either way, it worked. You were falling in love all over again.

You sigh. Maybe it was time to start over.

“Heeseung?” You catch his attention as he maneuvers his position to get a better look at you. His eyes widen, signifying his piquing interest in what you need to say “Yeah?”

“I think I love you.”

All the worry pent up in your chest wisps away at the sight of Lee Heeseung’s smile. The bambi boy tugs onto your frame closer, tighter. A stupid grin forever plastered onto his face.

“I think I love you too, y/n.”

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lovintasteslike · 1 year ago

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Stone Cold Under Your Feet

One where drunk actions have harsh consequences

Word count: 700+

a/n: now whyd this actually take me so long. the ending is so trash. also I just saw a pic of niall getting kfc with basil standing behind him idk why that's so funny to me. anyways send me requests plsss

You wake to a sharp ringing and a glow illuminating the room from your bedside table, interrupting your dream of...who knows what. You think it must have been a good one as your brain tries to grasp onto sleep again.

Your arm remains sprawled onto your right hand side of the bed, Niall's side, as your brain processes the noise coming from behind you.

Once the ringing subsided, your eyes start to droop, breathing slowing, until you perk up, finally realizing that Niall hasn't come home from his night out with the boys.

Thought finally enters your brain as you reach your hand back in the direction of your phone, mindlessly trying to find it in the dark of your bedroom. You brush your fingers along it, then grasp it, bringing it to your face. Your eyes squint to adjust to the light. As you click on the 'missed call' notification, Deo's caller id returns to the screen.

You slide your finger across the screen to accept the call.

"Hello," You speak first, your voice groggy.

"Ya gotta come down 'ere, y/n."

"Hm? Whaddya mean..."

"They're saying Niall broke his foot. We're at t'emergency room by Queen's Arms. Y'might wanna see this."

The remaining drowsiness quickly drains out of you as you hear the words, "emergency room," out of Niall's cousins mouth. You throw the comforter off your body and rush to find some clothing, grabbing the first thing in sight. His beloved Speak Up sweatshirt.

"The emergency room- wha- why hasn't Niall called me." In a scramble to start the Range Rover (which you hate driving because of it's enormous size), your phone falls beneath the seats.

"Ah mate, he's completely out of it a' t'moment"

"Like you're any better," you mumble under your breath. "I- just- I'm coming, okay? I'm ten minutes out. Don't do anything stupid, I'm begging you."

Before he could even take a breath to respond, you hastily grab your phone, ending the call to focus on the road in front.

...

The emergency room practically empty this late at night, or...early in the morning, whatever it may be, the doctor leads you to your boyfriend. He pulls the curtain back to reveal Niall laying on the bed, eyes shut and tugging his fingers through his hair. His leg is propped up at the foot of the bed where a nurse stands, wrapping his leg with cloth.

She looks back towards you.

"Are you the spouse?"

Niall's eyes shoot open, lifting his head just enough to be able to make eye contact with you. Your lips tug slightly at the sight of Niall's distressed position, but you hold back. You look back to the nurse, sarcastically sighing.

"Unfortunately so," you let out humorously.

The kind nurse smiles. "I'll excuse myself to give you two some privacy."

You nod at her, mouthing a thank you.

Niall sits there with his hands in his lap, one resting on his thigh. You look at him with a sympathetic glance before moving closer, taking a seat beside him. His head falls onto your shoulder and your hand subconsciously comes up to play with his hair, offering him whatever comfort you can give.

Niall, glossy eyed either from the pain or the pints, looks up at you.

"Did they tell y'what happened?"

"Had to pry it out of Capaldi, but yea..."

A beat of silence goes by before he starts again. "Why'd ya come 'ere?" You look down at him, raising your eyebrows. "You'll be tired when ya go t'work tomorrow."

You click your tongue and nod your head side to side, telling him no. "Your foot is one step away from dangling off and you're worried about my sleep."

"Ya wanna see it?" He asks, grabbing the X-ray papers from the side of the bed. "It's gnarly stuff."

He opens the folded paper and you grimace in disgust at the sight of ligaments torn and misaligned from his foot.

"'M not leaving you alone at home while you're like THAT"

"Yer gonna stay home for me?" The puppy dog eyes stared lovingly at your face. "Awww," he says, placing a hand over his heart. He squeezes you tight in a hug. "Love ya so much, petal."

You groan. "God, you're so insufferable," rolling your eyes, dramatically.

"Ya love me. Want to take care of me. Ya love when 'm a li'l stupid after a few pints."

You cross your arms over your chest.

"Keep at it and I'll whack you so hard, you'll stay stupid."

"Oop- yes ma'am"

You raise your eyebrows at him, a breath of laughter escaping both of your lungs as Niall's head falls onto your shoulder. Peace consuming the both of you, despite this ridiculous situation.

#niall horan #niall horan fic #the show #horan #niall horan blurb #niall horan one shot #niall horan fluff #niall horan x reader #niall horan x y/n

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kk43mi · 1 year ago

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only mine.┊ kazuha

PAIRING ┊ yan!kazuha x f!reader GENRE ┊yandere themes WC ┊ 1.7k+ WARNINGS ┊ obsessive and possessive behavior , somnophilia , panty sniffing , manipulation , reader getting hurt , lowercase intended!! SYNOPSIS ┊ kazuha, your sweet and daring boyfriend always showing you affection and love like you never had before. this was your first relationship ! so you never noticed the red flags, not until you heard him threatening your friend to leave you alone, thats when shit happens. A/N ┊ written by kam , hope you guys enjoy ! (melody helped with the process !) i had a lot of ideas for this one, but decided to stick with this one since it fitted best! (i think) , id like to hear what you guys think about this one.

in the beginning of your relationship with kazuha, everything seemed perfect. he treated you like royalty, showering you with love and affection. his sweet words and affectionate gestures made you feel wanted and special, like you had finally found someone who truly cherished you. but as time went on, you started to notice subtle hints of possessiveness and obsession in his behavior.

it started with “innocent” requests, like asking you to delete the contact of a male friend. kazuha's tone was always soft, masking his true intentions. "darling, can you delete his contact?" he would say, with a fake concern in his eyes. confused, you questioned his reasoning. "hm? why?” you asked innocently. his response was laced with insecurity and jealousy, "you’re talking to another boy, love. what if you fall for him?"

his possessiveness became more apparent, as he struggled to accept that you have other connections outside of your relationship with him. you tried to calm his fears, assuring him that your friend was just that - a friend. but kazuha wasn't convinced. in an attempt to control your interactions with others, he guilt-tripped you. "you only need me and should depend on me. why were you talking to him anyway?" his voice became tinged with anger. this possessive streak continued to escalate, leaving you feeling suffocated.

kazuha’s obsession with you grew stronger by the day. he despised the thought of you having any connection to the outside world that didn't involve him. to assert his dominance, he would cling onto you during social gatherings, kissing and hugging you from behind to make it clear to others that you belonged to him. your friends would feel a chill run down their spines as they witnessed the power play between you and kazuha.

classes became a source of unrest as well. he bombarded you with countless messages, demanding your attention and guilting you if you didn't respond within minutes. when your phone went unanswered or on "Do Not Disturb," his frustration grew, resulting in an onslaught of texts expressing his discontent. the constant need for validation and presence wore you down both mentally and emotionally.

even in the safety of your dorm room, his possessiveness knew no bounds. he clung to you, seeking constant physical contact and affection. while you reciprocated his gestures, it became overwhelming, as he kissed and touched you incessantly. the line between love and control blurred as you found yourself pleading for space and relaxation.

"ah, kazu, you’re doing too much... relax, i’m not going anywhere, okay?" you would whisper, hoping to calm his insecurities. however, his eyes filled with doubt, and he immediately resorted to manipulating your emotions. "oh, so you're annoyed with me now? i’m sorry for being annoying... i bet you don't love me anymore," he murmured, pained by the possibility of losing you.

these guilt trips became a cruel tactic, leaving you questioning your own feelings and loyalty. as you continue to navigate this toxic relationship, you begin to recognize the red flags that you had previously dismissed. the possessiveness, manipulation, and control from kazuha became impossible to ignore. blinded by his initial affection, you had failed to see the true darkness lurking beneath the surface.

sometimes kazuha is...a little weird. while you weren't in sight and if he were missing your presence, he would go to your laundry basket to find your used panties just to whiff at it. he always got off to the smell of your undies, the smell of your sweat mixed in with your heat always had him in heaven. it always made him have heart in his eyes.

even sleeping with him. he just loves you too much! what did you expect when you two started dating? he would always wait until you were in a deep sleep before he would unzip his pants and rub his cock in the crack of your ass, trying to get as much friction to cum. as a knot would build up in his stomach, signaling he was close, he would bring his cock to your slightly agape mouth, stroking it until he came inside. always wondering what that salty taste was when you had awoken from your slumber.

you tried to ignore the weird behavior that kazu was giving off, I mean...he loves you right? theres no need to break up with him. not until you heard kazus voice echoing in the empty lecture hall room. pushing the door, you peek thru the corners to see kazu and your...friend? what could he possibly be doing with your friend.

"just stay away from her, and we won't have a problem." kazu slammed a hand on the wall, cornering your friend. "i don't see what she even sees in you, youre so weird! plus i only see her as a friend!" your friend exclaimed. "cut her off. if you dont, you know what ill do. you dont want your fingers cut off right..?"

kazu pulled out a small pocket knife, doing a skilled twirl with it as he opened it close to his neck. "maybe your neck, yes?" he grinned mischievously as he pressed the cold blade against his neck. your friend can be heard trying to resist and pleading for him to not do it. beads of sweat running down his forehead, and that's when you just lost it.

"kazu! what the fuck are you doing!?" you come barging in and kazus eyes widened. pushing him off your friend, and you look up at him with concern. "are you okay? did you get hurt?" the friend scoffs and slaps your hand away that was reaching out for him. "i almost got hurt. now you and your freaky boyfriend can leave me the fuck alone. i don't want to deal with you or him anymore." and there you watch him exit the lecture hall, the only sound being heard were his echoed footsteps.

"l-love, see..? i was just trying to help you...i didn't want you to face thru hardships like this..! that's why i was trying to get rid of him! fools like him dont deserve to be friends with you. in fact, you dont need friends, only me...okay...?"

you stare at the door, then slowly turning your body to face kazu. "kazu...i think its time to let go of this relationship. i know we have been dating for almost two years now, but this is too much for me to handle, i think im just going to focus on myself right now." there, you said it all to him. everything that you had been wanting to say.

"l-love please stop joking, i know how much you love to joke haha...please cmon, lets just go back to the dorms and cuddle." you can see the panic in his eyes. you can see the way hes shaking. and the way hes trying to convince himself that everything happening wasn't real.

he steps closer to you to grab your hand, and caressed it, but you retract and pull back. "kazu, Im sorry but its over." and there kazu was left speechless. the love of his life..? leaving him? no no no he can't have that now.

"please, love stay with me..you love me too right? you dont have anyone else but me! your friends wouldnt care for you the way i do! I'll do anything, please dont leave me, you said we would be together till our final days!"

kazu pleaded, tears threatening to spill from his eyes now. he grabbed your shoulders, and tried to kiss you, but that immediately made you react to push him, which made him trip and fall on his bottom.

"its over! ill be living with another friend in the dorms, so don't worry." your last words before you walked away from the man. until you were stopped in your tracks again, by kazu on his knees as his arms hugged your legs, looking up at you with tears in his eyes.

"please! anything! ill do anything! what do you want...? money? jewelry? new clothes? ill do anything for you dear, so please don't do this to me! im nothing without you! i need you!" he screams as his tears spilled onto the floor, creating a wet mess.

"i said its over kazu, what part do you not understand?! now let go!" you nudged your legs left and right to get out of his grasps, that led to you wobbling your way out, but he tried his best to pull you back.

which resulted in you tripping, hitting your head on the floor as you fell down the stairs, creating a loud echo thru out the lecture hall. "y/n!" kazu exclaimed before running down to your unconscious body. blood running down your head as he picked you up and with no time to waste he runs to the infirmary.

and there you wake up, and a bright light shines above you. the smell of antiseptics filling your senses, as you sat up, placing a hand on your head to soothe your migraine. god, everything hurts, but the silence was soon interrupted. "y/n! y/n! oh god! youre finally awake! i was so worried you wouldnt wake up at all!" a boy with platinum blonde hair with a orange-red streak on the right was spotted next to your bed.

it took you a while to comprehend the person in front of you, but then finally recognize the boy. "ah...kazu..?" you respond back quietly, still feeling a bit groggy. "yes, yes, yes! its me, your boyfriend." he grabbed your hand to hold it, giving little kisses on the back.

"ah..what happened..? i remember walking thru the halls...then..." he placed a finger on your lips, signaling you to shush. "its-its alright, you just fell down on the stairs and i immediately brought you here after seeing you unconscious." you look at him in confusion, why did he stop you? sure you trusted what your boyfriend had said, but you feel like another part was missing.

"are you sure..? i feel like something else happened...argh...my head hurts." you massaged your head again. "here drink this. itll help subside the pain." he grabbed some pills from the table next to the hospital bed and some water. you took the pills from his hands to your mouth and swallowed it down with the water.

"we will stay together right...?" kazu mutters out, and that made you turn your head, what was he talking about? of course you would. "of course kazu, why the sudden question?" he doesnt respond as he just smiles with a huge blush.

"thank you...well stay together forever till our time is up...i love you so much dear.." he says before giving you a kiss on the lips while holding your hands, and you return the kiss.

"youre mine, and only mines."

requests open!

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hella1975 · 9 months ago

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hellaaa plz share your favorite dabihawks fics for all of us who want some recs into their crazy minds!!

sorry i didnt answer this straight away i was reading a 230k words fic that i wanted to finish before i added it here 😭 does anyone know what's wrong with me. therapists hate me

dabihawks rec list!!

burn it all down by dorothycanfly - an au where dabi comes back to the todoroki estate to kill shouto when he's 19 and shouto is 11, but decides instead to take his little brother with him as part of his Grand Evil Masterplan that doesn't quite go as he wanted. this is the fic i always rec first in this fandom as it's the first dabi fic i really read that felt like it Understood Him and really made me go bananas about him. it's dark and twisted and true to what i think his actual mindset would be without demonising him, and also has shouto and him being very close and the way the author writes their dynamic is everything to me like it's so true to a real sibling relationship and id die for them. it gets very smutty in the middle but if that's not your thing the plot also kicks right back up again at 100mph immediately after, and there's also a sequel still being updated that's very promising.

big reputations by phanatics - singer fake dating au!!! i absolutely love dabi's characterisation in this and the celebrity angle is handled soooo well. the miscommunication and slow burn is incredible and that's coming from a bitch who finds both tropes frustrating unless they're done to my very niche standards. im pretty sure i read this fic in one day. im not making graduation i fear.

gunshots and molotovs by ironicallystupid - this is a 14k oneshot where dabi treats hawks' gunshot wound in a distinctly dabi way and then they get drunk. this one really got to me and i think it's bc it's one fic where they feel so true to character while still, for once, both acting their age. a big appeal of dabihawks for me is that they are both ultimately just two guys in their early twenties and seeing them embody that youth and silliness was surprisingly poignant

the 'will you accept this rose?' series by satelliteblue- the famous bachelorette au! if you don't know what i mean by famous, it's bc this fic has a habit of getting people who don't even read mha fic obsessed with it. like it's genuinely addicting. i remember first finding it and being like 'bacherlorette au dabihawks? be so fr' and look where im at now, 355k words later. it's genuinely just such a fun read AND i love the drama of it AND it has the todofam angle AND an actual plot snuck into it effortlessly. one of my fav fics of all time truly and it's still updating!

perspective by theeclecticeccentric - this is the fic i just finished and when i tell you ive powered through all 230k words of it in the past 4ish days. i love the league dynamic in this with the whole found family angle. i'll say it was something i clicked on less bc this kind of au (childhood friends dabihawks brainwashed to forget each other) is what i would normally go for and more bc i have BATTERED the dabihawks tag for all it's worth so i just tried it on a whim, but im so happy i clicked this bc it wound up being so fun! i also love any fic that forces the heroes and villains to ally against the hpsc and this fic does that. instant hit with me.

#if you want more dabi-centric fics (bc those are my bread and butter to the surprise of no one)#then i recommend ao3 user theyaremycrocs for singlehandedly RUINING my mental health with every and any fic of theirs #but yeah! i tried to keep this short and sweet but genuinely a ship hasnt had me in such a firm chokehold as dabihawks since like #my haikyuu era or something. not quite zukka bc who could ever but sakuatsu are getting nervous #ask #dabihawks #mha #fic rec

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 1 year ago

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Rem's Last Words

[ID: A panel from Trigun Maximum Volume 14. Against a blank white background, Rem stands, holding young Vash's hands, who leans back against her, looking at Knives with a smile. Young Knives stands next to them, smiling back and winking. Rem's voice says "Vash... don't leave Knives on his own." End ID.]

Rem's last words to Vash are never going to fail to completely mess me up. It totally changes the context of the twins' prior scenes.

All that time, that 80 years spent with Knives after the Big Fall, slowly growing to resent him more and more... do you think, even though he said the noise was such that he didn't hear her words, that somehow the message got through to him anyways? That Vash felt compelled to stay because this was his brother, and because Rem asked? And because Vash eventually swore to take down Knives in her name and for all those lost in July... do you think that counts as the breach of her ideals and memory he was so afraid of committing all along?

But could Vash really have been expected to stay with Knives when Knives took every opportunity to pull up a wall between them? Was Vash really in any state to have helped Knives the way Knives so desperately needed? I think, honestly, that this was a bit of an unfair request for Rem to make of Vash. But what else could she do?

She knew she probably wasn't going to make it out of there. She knew Knives wasn't ok. She may have even known that it was Knives who caused the Fall in the first place. But more than any of that, she knew that neither of these boys were ready to be left all alone in this world that they were both still so desperately afraid of.

I find it fascinating that Rem phrased it as "Don't leave Knives on his own" rather than "make sure you and Knives stick together" or that sort of thing. No matter how you look at it, it does appear to put responsibility on Vash for Knives, rather than a mutual "look out for each other" request. I have a suggestion for why she might've said this instead of the more mutual alternative.

We know Knives did not get any of the healing that he needed, and Rem was aware of this. He was keeping it all inside, and rapidly walling himself off. Rem, faced with the reality that she didn't have enough time to offer him the support that he needed, can only hope that he wouldn't close himself off from the one other person who had a chance of understanding him. Knives can't be alone, or he will spiral even worse.

And Vash? Well, I think it's easy to say that he was in a better place mentally than Knives, and while that may have been the case, it still doesn't mean he was in any way "recovered" from that trauma; how could one be? The only thing Rem promised him was that they would see the world together - that she would show him that the world wasn't full of terrible people. But they never actually got to do that - Vash was a suicidal child hanging onto her hopeful words and the emotional honesty she'd shown him thus far as a reason to keep trying, as a promise - and now, Rem finds herself having to break it. So, what will keep Vash going when she's gone? Having someone to look out for might do it, especially since young Vash is already shown in the flashbacks to be very "other" focused - note his other directed speech when speaking to Rem, and the way he seems more comfortable around Conrad when he shows acceptance of Knives. Rem probably knew that Vash was far more likely to look out for himself, paradoxically, if he had someone else to look out for.

[ID: Two panels from Trigun and Trigun Maximum. The first is from Trigun Volume 2, and shows young Vash with arms outstretched, his back to the reader, looking at Rem, hands in her pockets and smiling. They are against a white background, as young Vash says "Rem! Rem! I want to stay with you! You won't be all alone!" The second is from Trigun Maximum Volume 7, and shows young Knives, who quietly says "Ah," as he starts to cry. Young Vash approaches and puts his arm around Knives neck, who is still sobbing. He smiles and says "Thank you Mr. Conrad." End ID.]

Rem's last words, then, were intended to a) make sure Knives would have someone who could stick with him and help him where she didn't have the time to, and b) provide Vash with a purpose so that he will keep himself going.

Unfortunately, this didn't work at all the way she'd intended. Knives' unintentional killing of Rem (and I stand by the notion it was unintentional) messed him up even worse and forced him to fully take on the stance of hatred against all humanity in order to cope with the guilt, throwing a huge wedge between him and Vash, so stricken by grief and blindsided by his brother's actions that he'd throw himself into trying to be as much like (ideal) Rem, and as little like Knives, as possible. Knives spends the story desperately wanting Vash (or his ideal of him anyways) to stay with him in order to cure the loneliness he feels from being all alone, and Vash spends the story eternally guilt-ridden, taking on the blame and responsibility for his brother's actions.

And the tragedy to me is that you can't say any of this was for a lack of Rem trying. She just didn't have enough time to minimize the damage caused by the trauma of Tesla and her discovery. She just wanted them to at least have each other, and that... was the only thing, asides from "don't say you'd rather die", that she actually asked of Vash. Fucked up!!!

#storyrambles #aughhh #trigun #trimax #trigunbookclub #rem saverem #millions knives #vash the stampede #trigun meta

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robynwantstowrite · 2 months ago

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A Valentine to remember

Pairing: Dot Barrett x GN! Reader.

No warnings: cute and fluffy! Valentine's confession.

Word count: 661

You had a crush. A huge crush, on a guy in your school who was a little over the top. He thought he was the main character. He hated pretty boys who got all the girls but didn't believe that he could get a girl to like him. Dot Barrett was a lot of things, loud, abrasive, annoying. Those were all things you liked about him.

Today was Valentine's Day, you had made some Chocolate for him. You didn't know how to give it to him though. Did you leave it on his desk, do you just walk up to him and hand it over? The thought was nerve-wracking. What if he rejected you? It wouldn't be surprising since you don't think he knew who you were.

What if he didn't like how you looked, you saw how he looked at Lemon, but you didn't look anything like her, you had a fuller figure, what If he didn't like that?

While you were walking down the hall towards potions class, you heard his voice booming down the halls. Coming closer to where you were.

You start to panic and try to find a place to hide till he passes, but unfortunately, you can't find anything. As he passes you can't help but state a little, thinking about how handsome he looks. He looks back at you and gives a big grin as he passes.

He notices the baggie of chocolate in your hands and frowns a bit, because of course someone as beautiful as you already has someone they like. Just his luck, the one he really likes, likes someone else.

You stand there and think, ‘This may be my chance to give Dot the chocolates I made for him’.

You quickly turn to face his direction. “HEY DOT!” you yell out. He stops and turns back towards you, walking closer. “Oh hey Y/N, whats up? You need something?” he inquires.

“Umm yeah” you start, then jut your hands out towards him with the chocolate. “I made these for you, happy Valentine's Day” you say and close your eyes tight so you can't see his reaction.

Dot starts to blush. Then a huge smile erupts on his face. Smiling wider than he has in a long time. “Really? For me?” he asks unsure if you're messing with him or not.

You open your eyes to see his reddened face. ‘He looks so cute’ you think. “Yes, they are for you Dot. I spent a long time making them, I really hope you like them. Well you don't have to eat them if you don't want to, you don't even have to accept them, ill understand!” you ramble on.

He takes them from your hands and opens the bag and takes one out and plops one chocolate in his mouth. “Wow these are delicious!” he exclaims. “You really think so?” you ask. “Absolutely!” he quickly replys.

“When I walked by, and saw them in your hands, I gotta be honest, I was kinda bummed. You're the only person to give me chocolate and I'm really happy it was you.” he says to you. You stand there shocked by his kind of confession. “You wanted chocolate from me?” you ask in a daze. “Well yeah, I did, cause I really like you. I think you're crazy pretty and smart and stuff” he says with a shy smile while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wow, can this day get any better?” you say more to yourself than to him. “I really like you too Dot, if that wasn't clear already” you say with a nervous giggle.

“Do you wanna walk to class together?” he asks. “Sure, id like that!” you respond and start walking towards the class room.

While walking, he bumps his hand against yours, trying to signal that he wants to hold your hand.

You get the message and entwine your fingers with his, a small blush on both your faces.

#mashle x reader #mashle #dot barrett #dot barrett x reader #mashle muscles and magic

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milfp1lled · 2 years ago

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hi! i'd love to request a chessy x reader fic where reader is a friend of the twins when they're all in college ish times (of age) and reader is crushing on chess

The Chessy Trap

Pairing: Chessy x Reader

Summary: After noticing the chemistry between you and their housekeeper Chessy, your college friends Hallie and Annie decide to try and set the two of you up

Two times Hallie and Annie try to set an oblivious Y/N and Chessy up with each other and the third time it actually works

Warnings: Mostly just fluff. Very brief mention of homophobia, mentions of drinking/underage drinking, strong language.

Words: 6975

Note: The word count on this is absolutely atrocious and I have no idea how that happened. Sorry/You're welcome (depending how you feel about it haha). Hope you enjoyed it anyway!

Sorry for any mistakes! It's not been proofread (yet!).

"Parker-James family vineyards" you read aloud with a dreamy sigh as Annie drives the car beneath the archway sign at the entrance of the estate- there was lush greenery as far as the eye could see...miles away from the concrete jungle that was Atlanta, or the loud hustle and bustle of LA. You tilt your head skywards, closing your eyes to take in deep breaths of clean air and to revel in the feeling of the sun on your skin...it was even more beautiful than the way they had described it.

It'd been a long 6 and a half hour drive up to Napa (the three of you deciding to split the drive between you in two hour increments) but you were finally on the last stretch.

Hallie let out a leisurely sigh from the back seat of the jeep, stretching her arms up to cradle the back of her head.

"I know we're only here for a week, but trust me when I say this Thanksgiving break will be a blast...not to mention it's so needed! We have a pool, and there'll be music...also Chessy and Mom make the best thanksgiving dinner" she rambled talking at 50 miles a minute (as per usual).

You'd not had the pleasure of meeting Chessy before. Sure you heard of lots of stories about her and their butler Martin before, but you'd only gotten the chance to meet the second half of the duo when you were down in London.

Beside you, Annie nodded in agreement with her sister, eyes still trained on the road;

"It really will...and our Mum and Dad quite literally live on a vineyard so there's no need for Hallie and I to crack out those ridiculous fake IDs either" she grumbled in mock irritation.

You let out a hearty chuckle at that, "No fake IDs...are you sure?" You grin.

"Because I would like to see Hallie bring out 28 year old London expat 'Philomena Crocker' for a night out in Napa Valley" you quip, mimicking a British accent.

Taking one hand off of the wheel of the car, the Brit gives you a playful shove in response, Hallie on the other hand snorting with laughter,

"I have class and you don't!"

Back in your first year of college, Annie had (mistakenly) tasked you and Hallie with finding someone to make some fake IDs for the three of you so you could get into this trendy bar, which lead to the two of you selecting the most ridiculous aliases you could think of...it would be fair to say the Annie didn't take kindly to having to assume the identity of 'Talulah Higginsbottom' for the next two years.

The three of you had been friends for a while now, having met during your first year of college at UCLA.

Annie was a fellow English major and her abundant enthusiasm and charm meant that you quickly became fast friends and Hallie was your volleyball teammate; effortlessly hilarious and always bouncing with energy.

You first met her at volleyball tryouts mistaking her for Annie, the only other freshman trying out who you recognised, so you'd waltzed up to her to engage in conversation...only to find out that she'd all of a sudden adopted an American accept and in fact went by Hallie...because she was a completely different person who had no idea who you were.

In hindsight...after two seconds of conversation (accent aside) you should've seen it coming...where Annie was prim and proper, Hallie cursed like a sailor and said whatever she was thinking at any given moment. After that mix up you were mortified (Annie found it hilarious)...safe to say the three of you had been inseparable ever since.

You were known as 'The Three Musketeers' around campus—you'd taken a big sister role in their lives and you'd do everything together; study, go shopping, eat...get embarrassingly drunk at frat parties.

So when it came down to holidays, of course they'd offered to extend an invitation for you to spend it with them and their family...they'd considered you as such anyway at this point.

Before college you'd taken a year out post highschool to work and save up to move states after getting your dream spot at UCLA, but it just wasn't enough to cover everything, which meant you'd come to terms with the fact that you'd spend most of your time outside of the semester in California.

To fly from LA to Atlanta for thanksgiving just wasn't feasible...well that and the fact that you weren't exactly jumping at the chance to go home seeing as things between you and your conservative parents were on the rocks ever since you'd come out as a lesbian.

Your original plan for Thanksgiving was to spend it back in your dorm with some Seinfeld reruns and a Turkey microwave dinner to keep you company and you'd actually grown to accept that...it wasn't like you had any emotional tie to such a pointless holiday anyway...not to mention there were much worse places to be spending it than LA.

But of course, the twins weren't having it; outraged upon hearing this, demanding you spend it with them in Napa. You loved them and appreciated their offer, but first denied the invite, feeling guilty for intruding on their family thanksgiving...you knew that they came from wealth but regardless having them incur further expenses because of you made you feel like you were taking advantage.

Following this Hallie had barged into your room complaining and pouting about how not coming with them to California was 'so unfair' because they really wanted you there. Annie on the other hand, always leading with logic, had given you a stern 'talking to' about how not coming with them would be a "disservice to yourself" as they were making the journey regardless of whether you tagged along or not...not to mention you'd be able to join in with the driving which was a relief to Annie as she hated driving on "the other side of the road".

...eventually you gave in.

How could you possibly argue with that?

It wasn't like the stakes would be too high anyway. This would be the third time you'd met their parents as you'd spent the final months of last summer with them at their townhouse in London, (Their parents being convinced for some bizarre reason that you were Annie's girlfriend for the entire duration of the trip).

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As you near the house, you could already see someone standing in the archway of the door, clearly waiting for the car to arrive. Annie turns down the Britney Spears song playing on the radio to focus as she squints to see who it is before it dawns on her and she haphazardly parks the car, bounding into action to greet them.

"Chessy!" She squeals, uncharacteristically excited as she jumps out of the car, Hallie following closely behind as they sandwich the shorter woman in a hug.

"My gorgeous gorgeous girls! Every time I see you you've grown taller, there's gotta be something in that LA air I'm telling 'ya!"

"How was the drive up?"

Hiking her duffel pack further up her shoulder, Hallie raises her eyebrows up to her hairline,

"Oh it was just riveting...Annie forgot what damn country she was in and nearly wiped out a deer changing sides on the road!" she smirks with a chuckle,

Annie fake laughs in reply,

"Oh Yeah? Wow that's so funny Hal, how about you tell Chessy about the fact you made us take an hour-and-a-half detour to find a gas station because you needed another pack of smokes?"

At least to their credit...both of their claims were in fact true...your turn behind the wheel had probably the most peaceful time of the whole trip. You chose to put it down to the fact that you had the latest Gorillaz album playing on repeat, (But honestly, it was probably just because you didn't have a raging nic addiction and knew which side of the road to drive on).

Watching the exchange on from a distance you let out a breath of laughter that seemed to catch the attention of the trio, three pairs of eyes turning to look at you leaning against Hallie's jeep.

That was when you really saw her.

She seemed slightly shorter than you (you put that down to the pair of 6-inch wedges you had on) and was dressed casually, wearing a pair of beige Chinos, her button-up tucked askew into them, but regardless she had that kind of beauty that you couldn't help but notice.

To put it simply she was gorgeous. And boy, were you starstruck.

Shiny brown hair flying in the California breeze, the older woman shoots you a smirk before sliding her sunglasses onto of her head to get a better look at you. You hold your breath at the way her gaze rakes up and down your form as she walks over to you before holding her hand out for you to shake:

"And who is this? She asks without averting her stare from your face.

"Chessy this is Y/n...Y/n, Chessy"

This was Chessy? You friends had not given you the heads up that she was this...hot. Honestly, you didn't know what you'd expected.

"This is the famous Y/n!?" Chessy beams, her unwavering gaze rooting you on the spot.

"I've heard a lot about you"

"Uhh...I'm y/n" you gawk, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

Real smooth.

Chessy chuckles as she lets go of your hand before giving your forearm a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah...I gathered that hon."

Hallie and Annie look between the two of you before exchanging a glance...you had no idea what for.

That damn twin intuition.

They could sometimes have entire conversations between them without saying a word and you were left clueless every time.

Elizabeth runs down the stairs, Nick hot on her heels and the twins head towards them, enveloping them each in a hug too, before the two parents turn to you.

"And y/n! so good to see you again!"

"Great to see you again Mr and Mrs Parker-James"

Elizabeth gives you a look and you correct yourself sheepishly,

"Sorry I keep on forgetting...Liz and Nick" before she pulls you into a hug.

"So how is college girls?" She asks the twins, and Hallie bursts into action, animatedly telling her parents about some scientific field trip she went on last week,

You and Annie look at each other holding back laughter.

Here she goes

This was about to be a long conversation, the twin would talk all day about her environmental science degree if you let her.

Then a blur of yellow runs out of the still ajar door, crashing into you and sending you teetering backwards slightly on your heels.

You manage to catch yourself (thank God).

Falling in front of a beautiful woman right after stumbling over your words like an idiot would've been the nail in the coffin for your ego.

You look down to see the sweetest looking golden retriever you've ever seen, pawing at your capris for your attention. Without hesitation you quickly crouch down to your knees in the gravel, letting him jump up and lick your face,

"Oh hi!" You coo in a baby voice, as you begin fawning over him,

"You must be Sammy!" You exclaim, leaning down to scratch his belly.

"Aren't you just such a good boy!"

"Huh..." Chessy states in confusion,

You shield your eyes against the sun to peer up at her through your fingers, the sun haloing around her chocolate brown hair,

It seemed fitting... Chessy had to be an angel.

"Sammy doesn't usually like strangers but he came to greet you first..." she explains,

"...Guess you must be special"

You bite your lip with a shy smile as you feel a slight blush tinting your cheeks,

Oh, Chessy.

"...I am."

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"Hey." you smile softly, hip leaning against the doorway of the kitchen,

It'd been two days since you'd arrived here and sure you'd obviously seen Chessy around (as expected embarrassing yourself each time by being a fumbling mess), but only now had you finally managed to work up the courage and confidence to say something to her without short-circuiting.

Chessy startles momentarily before turning away from the pot in front of her expecting to see Annie or Hallie,

"You scared the shit out of m- Oh! How you doing hon?" she smiles softly.

"You looking for one of the twins?" She offers.

"No it's okay...Annie is reading by the pool and Hallie will probably be knocked out taking her afternoon nap right about now..." you share a laugh with Chessy,

"I..." you smile shyly at the ground with a nervous giggle before looking back up to meet her gaze "I, uh, actually came here to see if you needed any help with anything?"

The housekeeper tucks a strand of messy hair behind her ear, a small smile blooming across her lips,

"Me?"

"Well...yeah."

"Do you even know how to cook?"

"Do I know how to cook!?...I'll have you know I worked at an Olive Garden in my teens!" you joke back pretending to toss your updoed hair over your shoulder.

Chessy pauses before bursting into loud laughter, clutching her stomach slightly. You noted how her entire face crinkled up, like her laugh was trying to force its way out of her, when she smiled unabashedly like that and you couldn't help but feel some sort of weird pride swell in your chest at being the cause of it.

...all you'd really done was tell a joke.

But making her laugh was addicting and you all of a sudden wanted more.

"Who am I to refuse the help of someone with such high expertise?" She quips grabbing another apron from the hook behind her and tossing it your way, as you grab it with a seamless catch.

"You can start on chopping the onions for the sauce" she points, and with a salute, you move to stand at the counter.

That you could do.

Surprisingly, you get a good rhythm going between the two of you, smoothly manoeuvring around each other as you focus on chopping and dicing, whilst Chessy takes the ingredients to the pot after you're done.

The only thing was you hadn't said a word to one another yet.

You opened your mouth to speak before clamping it shut immediately.

What did you say to her? What if you said something weird? That would be a nightmare; You didn't want her to think you were weird.

"So...you're an English major like Annie huh?" Chessy starts after a while, and you're thankful she's the one to fill the silence,

"Ya' planning on going to law school like She is?".

You let out an amused snort in reply,

"God no! After I graduate next year I'm not going back! Annie is as smart as anything but law school is not for me..." you state moving on to dice up some carrots.

"I think wanna teach kids: I'm pretty good with them and love being around them, so...but honestly I think I originally chose to major in it because I love to read...it's all I do."

You pause, reaching out your hand to pretend to smack yourself, "Sorry...I'm rambling.".

It was a habit of yours when you were nervous...Chessy made you nervous. Which you knew was ridiculous because she was so incredibly warm.

She was so disarming and open and welcoming and kind...so why couldn't you look her in the eye?

Chessy smiles, "No...it's cute."

She thought you were cute.

"I like to read too...I'm a sucker for a good romance novel..." she starts,

"I've been at this house so long though I think I've already read my way through all of the books on the shelves here so I'm starting to read the same ones over and over".

"I love romance novels too,” you begin, feeling a slow blush spreading across your cheeks,

"I brought some books from my collection with me this week so I could lend you some of mine?" you don’t look at her when you make the offer, trying to seem unbothered despite your heart beating out of your chest.

Chessy beams at you, "I'd love that.".

"So...do you think that love like in the books actually exists like that? ...in the real world?"

She pauses with a frown and you can tell she’s really mulling your question over, "I don't know...I mean I've been around for a while now and I haven't seen it yet but who knows".

"That's kind of a deep question to ask me over some pasta...you got your eye on a boy at your college?"

You laugh like its the funniest thing you’ve ever heard,

"I mean...I'm a lesbian so no boys...no 'girls' at the moment either though, I've not really clicked with anyone "

She gives you a look like she wants to say something but doesn't.

"What about you...I'm sure someone must've snapped you up by now."

You mean...look at her.

Chessy rolls her eyes at you as though taking what you said as a joke,

"Not at the moment...been on a couple of dates but nothing stuck...the dating pool in Napa is quite small let's just say"

Hm.

Chessy turns to look at you pensively with a tilt of her head,

"I know you want to ask...I can see you've got that look in your eyes"

You relent immediately,

"I heard that you and the butler, Martin were engaged a while back..."

This time it's Chessy's time to laugh and you're thrown off.

That wasn't the reaction you were expecting.

"That's what you were to afraid to ask me?" She looks up with a contemplative pause,

"It was around 10 years back now but, there's not really much to tell...we realised neither of us were exactly each other's type... I'm assuming you met Martin's partner Edward?".

You nod in understanding.

"Anyway..." she begins with a clap of her hands to change the subject,

"I'd say we just need to leave the sauce to simmer now, so I don't really need your help with chopping anymore...It could be useful to have someone roll out the pasta for me though"

Turns out that was something you in fact could not do.

"Is this how they had you kneading dough at Olive Garden?"she teases with a bump of her hip

"Shameful..."

"Here let me show you how to do it..." she offers gently, standing closely beside you

"Can I?" She asks hands hovering above yours, and you nod as she weaves your fingers together guiding you to follow her actions,

"You have to work the dough, see like th-" Naturally of course, you tune her out completely. Too dazed by your proximity to her and the entrancing flex of her fingers as she kneads.

You weren't even going to let your mind go to that place... you refused.

But she did seem to know what she was doing. Chessy was really good with her hands…

The woman herself pauses before turning her head around to face you eyebrows raised.

"Did you get that?"

"Yeah...but I think I'm better off being on pasta sauce duty." You mutter, shaking yourself out of your daze as you walk back over to the pot,

"You're gonna quit just like that?" She chuckles and you shrug with a smirk as she gets back to work.

You look at across Chessy, the older woman trying to blow away a stray wisp of hair as she wipes her hands on her apron to no avail,

She mutters an expletive under her breath, opting to tuck her hair behind her ear with the side of her hand, leaving a huge white flour mark on her face (Chessy of course none the wiser)

With a chuckle, you lean forward to wipe the flour off her cheek with your thumb, pausing to admire how the flecks of light shining through the window twinkle in her sparkling green eyes.

"Thanks..." she smiles staring back at you just as intensely.

"You're welcome"

You drag your gaze from those piercing green eyes down to her lips and back up again. You were so close. It would be so easy to kiss her if you wanted to.

And you really really did. At that moment you wanted to kiss her more than you've ever wanted anything in your life.

"Shit! The pasta sauce is bubbling over " exclaims Chessy and suddenly the moment is gone as you both spring into action.

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Turning to the next page of your book, Annie punctuates the silence with an exhausted sigh,

You ignore her.

She sighs again, this one even louder and more obnoxious than the last,

You slam your book closed throwing it onto your lap,

"Hmm...something the matter Annie?" You grin,

"Well...Chessy left her glasses on the table and is blind as a bat without them...do me a huge favour and go give them to her?"

You raise your eyebrow, Seriously?

"Well...I can't be bothered to go!?" Explains the Brit as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Hallie looks away from the tv to join in on your conversation, frowning at her sister as though she had lost her mind, "Huh? Those glasses aren't eve-"

Annie cuts her off with a look.

Something was up here...but if you were being honest you were too happy to have an excuse to see Chessy to even bother to even attempt to figure out what.

You hesitate, before looking at your outfit, smoothing down your T-shirt,

You'd been laying around all afternoon...you didn't want to go in there looking like a mess.

"Well go on! If you take too long she's gonna confuse the salt with the sugar again" Nudges Hallie.

You don't move.

"...y/n?"

"Sorry it's just.." you shake your head, feeling like an idiot, you knew deep down you were being ridiculous but you couldn't help it.

"...do I look okay?"

The twins look at you, nonplussed and you can't say you can blame them, you normally oozed confidence so suddenly being flustered like this was even scaring you a little.

There was just something about Chessy that made you feel like you a teenager having your first schoolgirl crush again.

You laugh at yourself, discreetly fanning your face,

"It's just...you guys didn't tell me that..."

Hallie looks even more confused "Didn't tell you what?"

"You know...that Chessy was so.." a blush creeps up on your cheeks and realisation appears on Hallie's face as she turns to look at her sister, eyes wide.

Oh. Your best friend gives you an encouraging smile,

"You look amazing as usual...go and give Chessy her glasses princess charming" and you're shooed out of the room before you can even protest.

You don't even fully register the sensation of your feet moving until you find yourself in the entryway of the kitchen.

"You okay y/n?" begins Chessy, peering up at you from over her cup of coffee,

First thing you notice was the fact that she in fact already had a pair of glasses on.

You frown. "Uh...we saw you forgot your glasses so I was gonna bring these over to you"

She holds them up to her face to inspect them for a moment, perplexed before folding them again to place in her breast pocket.

"Huh. These are actually an old prescription so I'm not sure how they got there..."

You look liked a kicked puppy.

"But...thanks anyway Hon!" she smiles giving your shoulder a squeeze upon seeing the look on your face,

"Whilst you're here, I need someone to taste test this chilli for me...I mean I think it's the best thing I've ever tasted but who knows, I could be biased"

Loading up a spoon, she blows on it momentarily, hand cupped beneath it, before holding it up to you.

"Come on...I'm not gonna stand here all day!" she states with a snicker and you lean forward to allow her to slip the spoon into your mouth,

She shoots you an enchanting smile as you swallow.

"Good girl...was that so hard?"

What.

You chastise yourself for the place you just went to mentally before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to compose yourself.

God, she was so hot.

"Come again?"

You'd said that out loud.

"The chilli I mean. The chili is so hot. But so good! I mean it's hot but it's like hot just to the right level. I think you'r--it's perfect!"

"The chilli! Really good"

You run a hand through your hair, face beet red as you turn around to flee the kitchen before things could possibly get any more embarrassing for you.

Chessy shakes her head with an empty chuckle as she turns to resume stirring the ladle in the pot,

Cute.

God she was losing her mind. _________________

"Honestly don't worry about it sweetheart, do you want me to make you some soup?" You hear muttering outside your door and you poke your head out of the doorway, towel still wrapped around your hair to see what's going on.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Whispers the older woman as she turns around to look at you, her gaze wandering with a blush as she sees what you're wearing,

You look down at yourself realising you're wearing the skimpiest pair of pyjamas you own and scratch the back of your neck in embarrassment

"No it's okay...I'm an early riser, what's going on?"

"Annie was supposed to lend me an extra hand and tag along with me to the market to get stuff for the house and some last bits ready for the Thanksgiving dinner but she's not feeling well..."

You raise an eyebrow, Annie? Sick? That girl was never sick.

She shrugs throwing her hands in the air

"Never mind... I'll see if Hal is up to getting out of bed"

Both of you knew that hell would freeze over before Hallie 'don't bother me unless someone's dying' Parker-James got out of bed before eleven.

"No! No, I mean, you don't have to...I could go with you?" You offer, trying to hide the fact your heart was racing out of your chest.

"Chessy's face lights up

"I mean...if you're sure?"

"Yeah...you're in luck: I've got strong volleyball player arms so I can do all the heavy lifting for you too" you jest holding your arms up with a flex,

"Just give me a moment to change and I'll be down." ___

As you and Chessy walk back into the house arm in arm and rosy-cheeked from a day in the Californian sunshine, you're thankful that the others don't acknowledge how a trip to the market that should've taken an hour instead took you four. In return, neither of you opts to say anything about the fact that Annie who this morning was on her deathbed, seemed to have miraculously been cured of her illness upon your return.

And if the others catch you mooning over Chessy, whose smile was that little bit brighter that day, at the dinner table, they decide to chalk it up to coincidence and not say anything.

—

Chessy catches you after dinner, appearing slightly nervous as her hands are held behind her back.

"Hey I got you a little...you know, something to say thanks for your help today?"

she holds out a bouquet to you and you smile at her like you've just won the lottery.

You feel like you have.

"Freesias!" you exclaim giving them a sniff, practically bursting with joy,

"...you really didn't have to Chess" you beam, "I honestly had fun today...the market was fun.".

The housekeeper shrugs, eyes somehow managing to look even more glazed over over than yours.

"...they're gorgeous..." you begin shyly "...almost as gorgeous as you"

Chessy bursts into laughter,

"Real smooth. Do you use that trick on all your college girls?" She quips

You look back at her, eyes shining with reverence,

"Nope...freesias are my favourite so that's a compliment that I'd reserve for only the most beautiful of women" You state with a nod of your head.

Chessy giggles uncharacteristically before placing a hand over her mouth as though she didn't realise where the sound had come from.

Her laughter sounded like the tinkling of bells...you felt like your heart was going explode.

She shakes her head with a chuckle, "That's sweet" she murmurs, not believing you,

"I mean it. You really are! So beautiful…just gorgeous.”

You sigh, feeling yourself get lost again in those kind, soft green eyes.

You wondered what it would be like to kiss her...would she give you that same sweet laugh again? Or couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to trail your lips down her neck and see what kind of sounds she'd make.

You were getting ahead of yourself.

You've only known this woman for a couple of days and you were already acting head over heels for her.

"Sleep well Chessy." You smile sweetly with a sigh, before hurriedly turning to make your way up the stairs.

You miss the longing gaze directed at your retreating form as Chessy lets out a dreamy sigh.

__________________

"Hey, so I saw you helping Chess cook dinner again this afternoon...." Annie quips perching on the end of the bed,

"Oh Chessy! I'm so clueless I don't know how to roll pizza dough...can you show me how...with your mouth?" she mocks you, speaking in a high pitched voice and a faux American accent.

"That doesn't even make any sense." You deadpan,

Hallie bursts into laughter before joining in, giving you her best attempt of Chessy,

"Oh y/n hon, you're such a good helper! Can I sleep in your bed tonight so you can hold me with your big strong hands?" She jumps in, wrapping her arms around herself before launching into a round of kissing noises.

You bite your lip trying to stop yourself from laughing at your friends' theatrics...

"Real fucking mature guys...you're in your 20s by the way, just in case you forgot" you chuckle giving in to the humour of it.

Hallie ignores you, continuing with the kissing noises and you throw a pillow at her, the throw landing perfectly on her head with a satisfying thud,

Volleyball came in handy sometimes

"If you keep on fucking with me, I'm gonna put strawberries in your smoothies tomorrow morning when Chessy isn't looking" you tease, eyes narrowed as you give Annie a gentle shove

Your friend laughs, an inquisitive look on her face, "So what you're saying is....you're planning on waking up at the crack of dawn to help her cook breakfast..."

"Isn't that so interesting Hal?"

Hallie taps her chin, "Very Interesting..."

"You know what else is interesting Annie? The fact that Chessy has been making our friend over here special cups of peach tea like some kind of barista"

"...we don't even have peach tea in our pantry but I do know that it's y/n's favourite"

You pout, suddenly fascinated by a piece of lint on your sweater.

"Well...maybe she was just being nice and appreciated the help I gave her..."

Hallie placed her hands on her knees like she was sitting on a piece of top secret information before turning to face the group,

"Or...what about the fact that I saw Chessy reading y/n's copy of Great expectations yesterday"

"What!?" yells Annie in shock, jumping up with so much force she knocks her blackberry on the floor, the battery within it clattering to the floor beside it.

She looks at her sister mouth agape and Hallie nods her head enthusiastically in reply, "It's true! She was holding that book like it was a fucking bible or something"

"You tried to crucify me for even looking at your antiquarian book collection and Chessy has free reign over it after a couple of days!?"

"Oh you really do like her"

"What? No, I just lent them to her because she a- I was being nice! It was just a-...shut up." You stutter in resignation, face turning as red as the twins' hair

"Look anyway...does Chessy even swing that way?" You question inspecting your nails to fake casualness again.

Your friends look as you as though you were stupid.

"Seriously y/n? Do you know any straight women who own that many buttons ups? That's exclusively been her wardrobe for over 20 years by the way"

"she literally drives a pick up"

"Did she not tell you the story of why she and Martin split up?"

"Yeah because Martin was gay...so?" You question being met with a collective of groans at your obliviousness,

"Look y/n...none of us care that you've obviously got the hots for our nanny...but the tension between you guys at the dinner table is getting weird to the point that I feel like for everyone's sake you need to just go for it" explains Annie crouching down to talk to you the way a kindergarten teacher would to a student.

"Look we're all grown women here! Just sleep together and be done with it...you're grossing me out" adds Hallie with a playful eye roll

"Hal!"

Your best friends had the worst delivery you'd ever heard but maybe they had a point. Maybe you did just need to go for it. _____________________________

It's just gone 13:30 when you pad softly into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you're still waking up from your nap.

"You? You're still here?" Snorts Chessy at the kitchen island, nose deep in today's paper but somehow still sensing you before you could even got a word out.

You perk up as you walk over to where she's stood.

"Oh please, you love having me around! You're definitely gonna miss me" You bite back, laughter in your tone

"Yeah..."

The truth is you and Chessy had been spending a lot of time together and tomorrow was your last day in Napa. You'd be lying if the thought of leaving the place, no, the thought of leaving Chessy didn't make your heart ache.

"You seem really invested in that paper...haven't even looked at me once...How'd you even know it was me?"

With a dramatic sigh, she neatly folds the newspaper before placing it on the table in front of her with a flourish and you grin as you finally get to see her face...it was quickly becoming the highlight of your day.

She was glowing... she probably had no makeup on either and still looked breathtaking. But that was just Chessy; stunning,even without trying.

"I don't know...just did." She explains simply, looking at you with a warm smile.

And boy was it warm.

You felt your insides turning to mush again and you lean against the countertop behind you to keep yourself upright.

Sure you were in California but Chessy had one of those smiles that you think could warm you up even on the coldest day...heck you reckoned her smile could probably melt the ice caps.

She casts an appraising look at your outfit, and you ask yourself if you imagined the lingering gaze on your chest,

"Where are you off to looking so sharp?" She asks after a while, eyes darkening,

Oblivious, you give her a twirl with your arms out by your sides before tucking your sunhat back under your arm

"You like?"

"you look gorgeous y/n" She remarks sincerely, gaze unwavering and you turn around momentarily, tucking your lips into your mouth to suppress your grin.

"I was supposed to go out for a picnic with the girls but, I overslept a little and now can't find them...I need your help with that actually..."

"I'm supposed to meet them at some spot by a tree? I was gonna walk down but I don't know where it is."

Her eyes light up in recognition,

"I know where they mean...but walk!?"

"It's at least a mile and a half out...on the trails...you're better off riding there"

"Riding?"

_____

Chessy watches on with her hands in her pockets as you reach out to gingerly to pet the horse,

Sure you were good with animals...but by that you meant ones that were a little...smaller. Like house pets.

Take dogs for example, (especially sweethearts like Sammy) they were easy; give them belly rubs and slide them a couple pieces of chicken and they'd be anyone's best friend.

"Hmm...that's Annie's horse..." The housekeeper states after a while,

"Hallie's horse is gone so I'm assuming they're waiting for you to catch up with them"

"I feel like I already know the answer, but do you know how to ride a horse?" Chessy asks softly,

"Uh, no" You reply incredulous with a head shake.

She sighs, a small smile on her lips before climbing on

"Guess I'm gonna have to give you a ride then...hop on hon" She starts holding a hand out and you look anywhere but at Chessy,

You had a feeling this wouldn't end well

"Today hopefully," she nudges and you sigh softly, taking her hand with a sheepish grin as she helps you get on the horse behind her,

"Never ridden a horse?...You city slickers" she playfully mumbles to herself with a soft shake of her head grabbing your hands to place them on her waist,

"Look it'll be fine...I'll take care of you" she reminds you, clearly sensing your nerves and you barely manage to suppress a shudder,

Take care of you huh?

"Actually I'm from a small town in Georgia." you quip in reply, refusing to acknowledge her first statement and admit your fear.

Chessy teasingly scoffs and you feel her shoulders shake with laughter, giving away the fact that she's joking,

"Yeah, yeah...that's what they all say. You holding on tight?"

You do as told, tightening your grip to wrap your arms around her waist as you lean your head against the older woman's back,

"Yeah."

And the two of you take off.

As the wind blows through your hair you take deep breaths to inhale the musky, floral scent of her perfume closing your eyes and as if it would somehow burn it into your memory.

She smelt like wood fire , and lilies and coffee and you suddenly feel that same pang in your chest at the thought of going home in a couple of days time.

You seriously really needed to get it together...it'd been 10 days. But you don't know if you could.

As you stop to a halt, Chessy expertly dismounts the horse, turning around to hold a hand out to help lift you down after her:

Or course you completely tumble head first and Chessy helps you to your feet, non-judging and patient as per usual.

"How are you so good at that?" You ask with a blush,

"I live and work on a 60 acre vineyard so I had to learn" she explains with a gentle shrug.

You turn to survey the scene:

There was absolutely no sign of Hallie and Annie.

The apple tree that Annie and Hallie had advised you to meet them at was indeed there, a picnic blanket laid on the lush green grass, adorned with a spread that you think belonged on a lifestyle magazine; candles nestled amongst a display of grapes and chocolate coloured strawberries, and fancy cheeses and glasses of wine.

It looked really romantic. Oh.

Hold on a minute...romantic candlelit meal? That sounded familiar.

Chessy crouches down to pick up a piece of paper wedged beneath the basket and unfolds it leaning closer so the two of you could read it:

Chessy and Y/N,

Enjoy your picnic! Thank us later :)

-Annie and Hal xx p.s don't do anything I wouldn't do! ;) -Hal

You look at each other in realisation clearly having just come to the same conclusion.

Hallie and Annie's matchmaking trap.

You really should’ve known...The twins had told you about how they got their parents (back together) when they were 10.... you'd even helped Hallie reenact a similar plan like this to set Annie up with a girl on the cheer team she had a crush on.

Step 1 and 2 were "spontaneous" meet-cutes and step 3 was a romantic candlelit dinner.

The only thing was...what had been step 1 and 2 of the girls' plan?

Chessy bursts into laughter

"They set us up on a picnic date huh?" She smiles shaking her head looking at the spread,

"We've been parent trapped..."

You look across at Chessy and for the first time since you've met her, she looks unsure of what to do.

"Look..." you begin,

"we might aswell enjoy their effort before we head back...I suppose the food does look good" You smile and Chessy relents, her hand sitting on the small of your back as she guides you to sit down beside her.

She gives you a look you can't quite recognise before picking up one of the glasses of red wine, and downing it in a single gulp.

It you didn't know any better you'd say she looked...nervous.

That made two of you.

For the second time today you have to stop yourself from losing your cool. The goosebumps forming on your arms give you away regardless.

"You cold?" Whispers Chessy, taking off her button up without a second thought and draping it over your shoulders

"I get to wear one of the Chessy's famous button ups?" you hum as the taller woman smooths it down over your shoulders

"I know," she agrees playing into your joke, "Guess you must be really special."

She's wearing a tight tank top beneath it and you give an appraising glance at the cleavage now on show, in turn earning a smirk from Chessy. Your gaze then drifts down to the freckles dusted on her arms and you reach out to skate your fingers across them, smirking at the way Chessy shivers.

"...I am."

"...I'm really gonna miss you when I go." You sigh sadly after a while,

Chessy takes your hand in hers, "I'm really gonna miss you too."

You look up at her in surprise, being met with a pensive look from the older woman.

Just go for it y/n. Fuck it.

With a shuddering breath you allow yourself one last glance at her plump lips before leaning in an-

Chessy places her hands on your sternum to stop you a sheepish look on her face,

You frown.

Were you being rejected? Oh, God this was humiliating.

You quickly began to pull away to stand up but she doesn't release her grip on your arm,

"wait...please?" she begs, looking at you conflicted

"Look, you're in your 20s...you sure you want this?”she explains

“Don't you want a nice college girl who's your age? That would be a lot less complicated..."

"I'm sure a hot young thing like you wouldn't have any issues finding someone in your class."

That's all this was about?

You shake your head with a smile, looking at her like she'd just said the most ridiculous thing in the world,

"Sure, I'm young. But Im also a grown woman. I know what I want and I want you."

"You're witty, outspoken and gorgeous , and compassionate...I've just...I've never met anyone like you and I won't forgive myself if I don't at least tr-"

you're interrupted as Chessy cuts you off with a bruising kiss and you let out a squeak of surprise before relaxing into it with a whimper,

You push her onto her back with a giggle, straddling her waist as you lift your hands to her cup her face, trying to pull her as close to you as possible.

Her lips were soft and warm against yours and she parted them slightly with a groan to allow your tongue to slip inside. Chessy tasted sweet; like red wine and strawberries and future lazy afternoons spent cuddling beneath the napa sun...like hope.

Breathless, you begrudgingly pull away from her, leaning your forehead against hers, up close like this you could see every single little detail on her face;

The laughter lines that were deepest beside her eyes, the way the slithers of sunlight, peeking through the leaves of the tree illuminated little specks of brown that danced around in her eyes, her swollen pouty lips that now had your lipstick all over them

She was the most gorgeous thing you'd ever seen.

You let out an airy laugh but you couldn't pinpoint what at...relief, happiness,just general amusement at the situation?

You got the girl. You really did need to thank the twins later.

Chessy chuckles too, turning to press a soft kiss against your palm, hands slowly snaking up your thighs.

"...Just incase we haven't covered it already...I want you too."

#first ever fic on here ahhh #used to writing full on chapters on ao3 so writing short oneshots will be a learning curve #chessy x reader #chessy #the parent trap #wlw fanfic #genuinely was terrified to post this

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Pairing: Aonung (23) x fem!reader (21)

Synopsis: Your relationship with Aonung was a toxic one. He’s cheated on you several times and you always let him sweet talk you into taking him back. What happens when you finally reach your breaking point? What happens when you’ve finally had enough?

Content/Warning(s): modern au/human au, serial cheater Aonung, infidelity, caught cheating, destruction of property, crazy (slightly unhinged) reader, toxic relationship, strong language, full angst

Authors Note: I had fun writing this, I hope you all enjoy! (My first Aonung fic!)

- italicized words indicate a flashback

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You and Aonung have always gotten into arguments due to both of you having strong personalities but the most recent fight between the two of you caused both of you to not see each other for multiple days. You've been sitting by your phone anticipating his call, hoping that he would crack first.

You knew it was probably stupid, stupid that you were hoping for his call after what he did but you just couldn't walk away from him. As you sat by the phone desperately waiting for his call you began to think about the argument both of you had a few days ago.

"Aonung I'm sick of going through this shit with you!"

"y/n I'm not trying to hear this today okay?!"

"No, you must like me yelling at you because you continue to repeat the same actions that get us in this same position!"

You and Aonung always have this same argument every few weeks and it always ends the same, you yell, he apologizes and says he's never going to cheat on you again, and you believe him.

He always feeds you these empty promises and you eat them up every time, hoping that one day he'll stay true to his words.

"Aonung I swear to Eywa if I find out you cheat on me again it's going to get ugly" You place your pointer finger on his chest forcefully.

"I promise y/n I won't that was my last time" he grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him, and plants his lips onto yours.

Every time both of you had this conversation you said that same sentence but every time you found out he cheated you didn't do anything. Aonung just saw it as empty threats so he would always kiss you just to make you quiet and you always fell into his trap, you always let him have this effect on you.

After both of you made up not even a few minutes later someone called his phone. You look down at the contact ID and saw the name 'Alicia💦'

"Who is this Aonung?! Is this one of those hoes you've been messing around with?!"

Aonung let out a groan of frustration and grab his keys and began walking toward your front door, "I'm leaving I'm not going through this with you again"

"Fine! Leave! I don't care!" You really didn't want him to leave but you pretended that you did. You knew he was going to go whoever this girl Alicia was it just upset you even more. As you watched Aonung walk out your front door tears began to fill up in your eyes, you hated this endless cycle with him. Every time he did this to you it created a painful slit on your heart.

*ring* *ring* *ring*

The ringing from your phone snapped you out of your thoughts, A grin became plastered on your face as you saw Aonung's name on the screen. You immediately click the accept button, "Hey Nung! I'm so glad you call—"

You began to hear some strange noise in the background which made you fur your eyebrows, "Aonung? Can you hear me?"

You didn't hear him respond to you, but he did respond to someone else. "Fuck j-just like that" you could hear him groan. As you listened two things clicked into your brain, number one he must've butt dialed you and number two he was cheating on you again.

Your blood began to boil as you continued to hear him murmur words that were equivalent to the pleasure he was receiving from whoever this woman was. You knew he would do this again after he promised you he wouldn't, you knew he would just repeat his serial cheating cycle but you were going to put a stop to that right now.

You knew he most likely couldn't hear you but you decided to speak anyway, "Aonung I'm coming to your place right now, if that girl is still at your house when I get there I'm fucking you up!" You hung up the phone and began to put on your shoes. You grabbed your car keys and began walking toward the front door, right before you walked out of the house you saw the pink baseball bat that you keep next to the door in case of emergencies.

"Oh, I'm going to have some fun using this" A smirk spreads across your face as grab the bat and head out the door. You jump into your car and begin to drive to Aonung's house.

By the way you were driving some people would describe it as 'like bat out of hell' but you didn't care. You needed to get to his place as fast as your car would allow.

It normally took you twenty minutes to get to his house but by the rapid speed you were going you made it in ten. As you pulled wildly into his driveway you could see two cars indicating that the girl was still there. A laugh began to erupt from your throat as you began to think about the damage you were about to create. You put your hair into a ponytail, grab your bat, and began walking to his door. You had a key to his house so you began to unlock it quietly so Aonung couldn't hear.

As you swiftly moved the key inside the lock the door opened, you took the key out and walked inside while closing the door slowly. As you walked throughout the house you could hear Aonung and the woman moaning in sync as the sound of their skin slapping together echoed around the house. As the sound flowed through your ears it made your eye twitch and your grip tighten on your bat, you wanted to run in there and just start smashing things but you had another plan.

A plan that was for sure going to throw Aonung off completely.

You walked into the living room and saw both of them fornicating on the couch. You wanted to laugh at how much of the downgrade the girl was compared to you but you keep your composure.

Both of their eyes were closed and they were just so caught up in themselves that they didn't even notice you. Instead of acknowledging your presence, you sat down at his kitchen table waiting for one of them to notice you. After a few minutes of sitting there silently, the woman opened her eyes and saw you and you could see the spooked look written all over her face. A mischievous smile spread across your face as you waved at her.

The girl immediately began to get Aonung attention, tapping him and pointing over to where you were.

"What are you pointing at?" He turned around from the couch and saw you sitting at the table which made him move the girl from on top of him and begin to cover himself up and grab his sweatpants to put on, "Y-Y/N this isn't what it-"

You immediately start brushing him off, "No no Aonung don't let me stop you" You begin to look over at the girl who was frantically putting her clothes back on. "Is this Alicia or is it one of the other girls you're cheating on me with?" You ask him in a calm yet fierce tone which confused him.

He was always used to you blowing up and getting angry so seeing you so serene with a smile on your face made him fearful. He had a feeling that today your 'empty threats' weren't going to be so empty.

"I-I'm Lisa" the girl spoke up quietly

"Nice to meet you Lisa, can you leave I would like to speak to my boyfriend alone please" Lisa doesn't waste any time and begins to grab her things while scrambling toward the door and leaving.

"You know you promised me that wouldn't cheat on me again right?"

"Y-yeah I know-"

"So why did you do it again Aonung? Hm?" You asked him as you begin walking toward him. As Aonung watched you swing the bat in your hands so effortlessly it created a lump of worry in his throat.

"Y-Y/N w-what are you d-doing with that bat?"

"Don't worry about that Aonung just answer my question, why did you do it again?" You tap the point of your metal bat against his tan skin which creates a rubble of nerves in his chest.

He tried to pry his mouth open and speak words but he couldn't, the only thing that would come out was the oxygen he was exhaling.

You stood there waiting for his reply and when you noticed he wasn't going to say anything you began to shake your head, "You know what Aonung... I've given you way too many chances without any kind of repercussions so I'm starting now" you walk back over to his beautiful glass kitchen table and slam your metal bat into it.

As your bat made contact it make the glass shatter all over the granite tile which made Aonung's eyes widen at the scene in front of him, "Y/N are you crazy?! What are you doing?!"

"Maybe I am a little crazy" you say with a chuckle as you walk over to his eighty-five-inch television "but you made me this way, you know that right? You made me like this because you KEEP deciding to be unfaithful to me! I think you do this on purpose because you THINK that I'll allow you"

"No no Y/N that's not true—"

"Yes, it is! You only do what I ALLOW you to do, I ALLOW you to cheat on me so you do it. And then I look like a fucking fool when I think you're going to change! You feed me all these lies and I believe them like an idiot but I'm done with that!" You lift your bat and begin to swing it toward the television

*bam* *bam* *bam*

With each swing, you caused more damage to the television. Each swing portrayed the anger you felt, it was coursing through your veins, pumping through your body at lightning speed. The screen was completely cracked with lines spreading all over the screen from the impact.

"Stop Y/N! Stop!" Aonung shouted at you as he began to grab you and pull you away so you could stop your path of destruction.

"Let go of me!" You yelled trying to squirm out of his grip. "Why should I stop?! Huh?!" you finally manage to get out of his hold and begin making your way outside "You never stopped cheating on me so why should I stop destroying things?!"

You opened the front door and began walking outside to his car, the one thing you knew he prized the most.

"Y/N I'm sorry okay? I love—"

You turned around and faced him, "Love?! Really Aonung?! You got to be kidding me right?"

Hearing his attempt to say that three-letter phrase made you feel so irate that you felt like smoke was going to come out of your ears.

"IF YOU LOVED ME Y-YOU WOULD SLEEP WITH ALL THESE DIFFERENT WOMEN!"

Aonung begins to frantically shake his head "No y/n I love you, I don't want those other women I just want you!" He pulled you towards him, placing his hands on your waist. "Just please don't break the car okay?"

You scoffed at his last sentence, you used your free hand and shoved him harshly "FUCK YOU AONUNG! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT ME AND OUR RELATIONSHIP, YOU JUST WANT TO TAKE CARE OF THIS FUCKING CAR!"

You lift your bat towards the car and begin to swing, "But don't worry when I'm done you'll have a whole lot to take care of" You begin to smash his car doors, creating huge dents and bending the material inward.

Aonung was now yelling at you, begging you to stop but of course you didn't. You wanted him to at least feel a fragment of the pain he caused you over the years of your relationship. You want him to feel the agony, the suffering, the tears, the heartbreak. You wanted him to feel all of that and some. You knew that by doing this it wouldn't amount to the emotions he's made you feel but you still wanted to try.

"I *slam* HATE *slam* YOU *slam*" You began to bust each one of his windows, with each forceful swing it caused the glass to completely shatter and fall onto the pavement and the inside of the car.

As you yelled at him hot tears pouring from your eyes, "I GAVE *slam* YOU ALL OF ME AONUNG *slam* AND YOU PLAYED ME! YOU TOYED WITH MY EMOTIONS LIKE I WAS NOTHING! *slam*"

Aonung watched you destroy his car he began to cry at your words. He began to realize how he emotionally manipulated you over the years and he was feeling a sense of guilt. He knew what he was doing to you was wrong but he still did it regardless. He did it because he always knew you would come back to him but he realized he broke you. The y/n that he once knew before was long gone, the girl who would keep accepting him back into her life after being unfaithful was no longer there.

"y/n please put the bat down" his tone was no longer harsh, the yelling stopped and his voice turned to a tone of calm that caught your attention. You turn around and notice the flow of tears down his face which surprised you, "WHY SHOULD I STOP? ARE YOUR TEARS SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY FOR DESTROYING YOUR 'PRIZED POSSESSION' BECAUSE I DONT! I'M SUPPOSE TO BE THAT FOR YOU AONUNG NOT SOME STUPID CAR!" you scream at him so loud that you begin to feel a sting in your throat.

You loosen the grip on your bat and it falls to your side, you begin to sob putting your face in your hands as your tears drop onto your palms. As you cry you begin to feel a warm embrace engulf you, "I swear I'm sorry y/n, I truly am. I love you with all my heart, my soul, my mind, everything in me" Aonung spoke softly into your ear as he tightened his arms around you.

The words he spoke sounded so sincere, those were the words you've been wanting him to say. When the words fell off his lips mixed with his warm embrace made you feel warm, it made you feel loved by him. As you laid your head on his shoulder and cried you realized you were once again falling into his web of lies, letting him say sweet words so you could forgive him.

you almost foolishly believed him hoping that his words were true but deep down in your soul you knew that he was just saying whatever he knew would get you to forgive him and move forward with the relationship.

As you were starting to come back to your senses you began to smell Lisa's perfume on his skin which brought you back to the reason all this happened in the first place. You shove him away from you for the second time today but this time it was fueled by fury "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AONUNG BEFORE I HIT YOU WITH THE BAT NEXT!"

As you continued to yell at him you noticed that there was a whole audience outside watching the argument take place. People were watching from their lawns and others looking out their windows.

"IM NOT FORGIVING AND FORGETTING THIS TIME AONUNG, I HAVE DONE THAT TOO MANY TIMES IN THE PAST, AND WHERE DOES IT LEAVE ME?! BROKEN AND HURT! I CAN ONLY HANDLE SO MUCH AONUNG AND YOU'VE PUSHED ME TO MY LIMIT!"

The look on Aonung's face was a guilty one. All he could do was look at you with sad eyes while just standing there not being able to form a single word.

"I LET YOU WALK ALL OVER ME AND I STILL TOOK YOU BACK! I STILL LET YOU BACK IN AFTER YOU CHEATED SO MANY TIMES I CANT EVEN KEEP TRACK ANYMORE!"

The more you yelled, the more fury spread through your body. Your chest was moving up and down at a rapid rate from how heavy you were breathing and veins were popping out your neck. All you could see was red and you began to have the urge to physically attack him. You knew that if you gave into your impulse the neighbors watching would instantly call the police and you didn't want to jail for battery and assault.

You began to slowly back away from him and take a deep breath so you could try and calm yourself down, "I'm leaving you for good Aonung, I can't deal with this and you anymore" you said calmly as you begin to grab your keys out your pocket and walk away. You knew that you needed to just leave and get out of this situation.

You got inside your car and put your key in the ignition. As you begin to put your car in reverse you hear banging on your car window, "Y/N PLEASE I LOVE YOU DON'T LEAVE!" Aonung yelled as you backed out of his driveway

You just roll your eyes, "Aonung please get out of my way before I hit you" You were speaking in a soft but stern tone, trying your best to stay calm before you burst a blood vessel.

"No, you're not leaving me!" he ran from the driver's side window and moved in front of your car. As you watched him stand in front of your car it just irritated you by how dumb he was acting. You fully rolled your window down and stuck your head out the window, "Aonung move from in front of my car before I run your stupid ass over!"

Aonung didn't move an inch. He decided to continue standing in front of your car, trying to keep you from leaving his house. You kept trying to reason with him but he just kept shaking his head and telling you he wasn't moving.

You put your hand on your gear shift and put it in drive. You place your foot on the gas pedal and begin to put slight pressure on it.

"Aonung you have one more chance to move!"

"I told you I'm not moving!" He spoke sternly as he slammed his hands on the hood of your car

"Fine Aonung have it your way!" You put more pressure on the gas pedal, moving your car forward and pressing into Aonung's abdomen.

Suddenly you heard and thump and saw him rolling over the top of your car as you drove away. As you adjusted your review mirror you could Aonung's body sprawled out on the ground barely moving a muscle...

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