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going to a lil partyyy in like an hour and a halfffff and there will be interesting people thereeeee and i will talk to themmmm or at least try to, even if we don't know each other well or don't know each other at all. and i'm going to be relaxed-ish because i'm not cool but nobody else is either. which is very cool! and i'm gonna be a good listener and not talk about myself too much, which i do when i get nervy. OKAY. i'll feel better once i've showered
#aaaaand i got a new setting spray and some new hair product at cvs today soooo that'll be fun to try out!!!#ohhh and i get to shave my face........ looooove..#ok i need to factor that into my getting ready time#so i need to: shower. shave. get dressed (but i already have my outfit picked out!!).#need to put on my makeup OH and take my meds early#and then run to the corner store to get a bag of ice#...... hm. ok that's kind of more than i thought it would be.#and i'm gonna do a little meditation in there too. for my brains
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Hi! Can I request 64 with felix please:))
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64. "please pretend to be my boyfriend."
Thanks for requesting! This one is a drabble instead of fake texts given the nature of the prompt. I didn't re-read or edit it, whatever happened is what happened LOL.
1.1k, fluff? Felix prevents it from being angst <3
Your trip to the convenience store was supposed to be quick.
You and Felix volunteered to go for the whole group-- you because you werenât essential to the recording session, and Felix because he wanted to stretch his legs after being stuck in that small room for hours, waiting for his turn to record.
âChangbinnie wants a smoothie but Iâm afraid itâll melt before we get back,â you say, going over the list in your notes app while walking behind Felix, trusting that he won't let you bump into anything.
âItâs only a ten minute walk. I donât think itâll be too melted,â Felix says. âItâs pretty cool out tonight. It should be okay.â
âOkay,â you mumble, glancing over the list once more. It should be easy enough to find everything, and you can probably offer to pay today-- Felix probably expects to do it himself, but maybe you can beat him to it.
âAfter you,â he says, holding the door of the convenience store open for you. You say thank you and hear someone snicker behind the two of you.
So it isnât common to hold the door open in Korea, you think. Itâs not like itâs unheard of. Why do people always scoff at it?
âFound Innieâs chips,â Felix says, pulling a bag off the shelf.
âIâll go make Changbinnieâs smoothie. Can you also look for Hanâs mini cheesecake and Lee Knowâs chocolate?â
âOf course.â
You wander to the opposite side of the small store to the drinks section and go about getting a cup of ice, some fruit, some juice, and then you hear another scoff and a laugh over your shoulder.
âShe hasnât changed,â you hear someone say in a not-so-quiet whisper.
âReally?â
âYeah. Still as ugly as I remember.â
A cold spike stabs through you. I know that voice.
Your heart increases and a cold chill runs down your back. No, please no.
You finish making Changbinâs drink and snap the lid on tightly. As you turn and rush back to the corner of the store where you left Felix, you catch a glimpse.
Of her.
The girl you thought youâd never have to see again when you graduated high school. The girl who tormented you day after day and made you dread even walking through the halls lest she be close enough to shout at you and get her clique of friends to laugh at you.
âWhatâs wrong?â Felix asks when you approach him. A frown etches onto his pretty mouth. âYou look upset. Did something happen?â
âUm⊠someone whoâŠâ
âSorry, what? I canât hear you.â
You motion for him to lean down, and you whisper into his ear âsomeone who used to bully me is here. Can you please pretend to be my boyfriend or something? I just need her to leave me alone or not see me or something.â
Felix immediately starts looking around and seems to make eye contact with someone across the store.
âOf course,â he says to you, wrapping one arm protectively around your shoulders. âIâve got almost everything, I think. We just need Chanâs gummies and we should be good.â
You nod and walk along silently with Felix, keeping your eyes to the ground. Your hands shake just enough that you consider asking him to carry the drink instead so you donât risk dropping it.
âGot it,â he says, smiling as he takes them from the hook, now holding a frankly ridiculous amount of snacks in one hand.
âHere, let me have some of those,â you say, reaching for him, but Felix pulls his arm back.
âNo, my baby never has to carry anything when Iâm around,â he says, beaming a sweet smile down at you. âLetâs go, we donât want to be late to see my parents.â
Heâs really invested in this, you think, slightly smiling.
âY/N,â a sickly false-sweet voice coos behind you. âIs that you, Y/N?â
Felix lets go of you and goes to the register, dropping the snacks on the counter.
âOh, uh, hi,â you say, slowly turning to face her. âHow are you?â
âIâm doing so well. How are you? You look⊠the same.â She smirks.
âBabyyy,â Felix whines, coming back over to you and wrapping both of his arms around your shoulders. âCome on, give me your drink. I told you Iâm paying this time.â
He kisses your cheek and takes the drink out of your hand, then looks up at your former bully.
âOh, hello. Are you a friend of my Y/Nnie?â
Her expression falls, the smirk dissipating faster than it appeared. Sheâs starstruck--you can see it in her eyes as they shine with admiration and also confusion.
âWait⊠arenât you an idol?â she asks.
âOh, yeah,â he says, laughing softly. âOops. We should get going.â Felix grabs your hand and pulls you with him to the register so you can finish your trip.
âY/N, how did you start dating an idol?â
Felix frowns but maintains his composure, glancing over his shoulder as he talks to her.
âI saw her at a concert and thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world,â he says, taking the bag of snacks after saying a quick thank you to the cashier.
âBut--â
âIâm so sorry,â he says, cutting her off. âWeâre not supposed to discuss our relationship. In fact, Iâll have to have you sign an NDA because weâre not actually public yet. Would you mind waiting here? Iâll send a representative of the company.â
âOh, okayâŠâ she says unsurely. âFelix, can I get a picture with you first?â
âIâll come back without Y/Nnie and weâll take a picture, okay? I want to walk my girlfriend home safely first.â
âYeah, of course,â she agrees, refusing to meet your eye. It seems that her tough facade has completely been destroyed in the face of someone as charming as Felix.
âCome on, jagiya,â he says to you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.
Once youâre out of the store, you expect Felix to drop your hand, but he doesnât.
âThank you so much,â you say softly, squeezing his hand. âI donât know what I thought that would accomplish. I just⊠panicked.â
âI think Iâll probably get in trouble for that if she tells anyone,â he says. âIâm probably actually gonna have to send someone with an NDA.â
âSheâs really gonna think weâre dating,â you say, giggling at the absurdity of it all.
âThatâs incredible,â Felix says, laughing too. âSheâs never gonna be able to say shit to you again, though, thatâs for sure.â
âOh my god, this couldnât have gone better. Thank you, so much.â
âThank you for letting me hold your hand,â he says, smiling over at you. âIâve wanted to but I didnât know if we were close enough for that.â
âAfter this we definitely are,â you say, swinging your hands a little as you walk.
âIâm so glad,â he says.
Since when has Felix been shy to hold someoneâs handâŠ?
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coparenting!megumi with satoru where one of you gets lost after school supply shopping it's not the actual child that gets lost
"megs, where's satoru?"
"i thought he was with you."
"that's a problem, then, because he hasn't been with me for the past ten minutes." you plop down next to him, sliding your sunglasses to the top of your head and taking in the busy park in front of you. the weather was comfortable today, cool enough that you weren't sweating but warm enough to have megumi's ice cream dripping down the cone toward his little fingers. you wordlessly hand him a napkin and he takes it without looking at you, continuing to observe the people throwing around a frisbee or having a picnic in the sunshine. there was a playground on the other side of the field and you could vaguely make out the blurry forms of children running about. "you can go play, if you want. i can stay and watch the stuff."
"i don't really want to," he replies. "i like sitting here with you." the corner of your mouth turns up into a smile. he was barely big enough for his legs to touch the ground and he absentmindedly kicked his feet back and forth under the bench. "do we need to go anywhere else today?"
"i don't think so, no. i think we got everything that you'll need for next week." he nods in assent and the toes of his shoes brush against the plastic grocery bags holding his new school supplies.
you could tell megumi was excited, in his own quiet way, when the car pulled into the parking lot of the store. as much as he acted as the bane of satoru's existence, you knew he liked spending time with both of you. you stopped satoru with a gentle hand on his shoulder when his lanky legs ran for a cart, gesturing toward megumi heading down the first aisle, basket in hand. you barely had to do anything for most of the trip; at most, you'd remind the boy of a specific type of pencil or notebook he needed and provide feedback if he was split between two different designs. any additions by satoru were pointedly ignored by the boy unless they were reiterated by you. "if you need anything else, just let satoru know and he'll bring it to your school."
"you can't drop it off instead?"
"i know i usually do, but i have an assignment that's sending me out of town. you'll have to make do with your esteemed mentor for a bit." you smirk and nudge his shoulder with your elbow, chuckling softly when he frowns. it was a little funny, seeing a child have the expression of a businessman desperately waiting for retirement. "what is it, megs?"
"he scares all my teachers." you choke on the sip you take from your bottle, jolting forward and laugh-coughing your way to normal breathing again. it didn't surprise you, what megumi said; it was the incredibly straightforward, slightly amused note in his voice that had water going down the wrong pipes. "i'm serious. whenever you're visiting, people always gush about how well you take care of me."
"and when satoru comes around?"
"they hide." a prideful noise escapes your throat and the two of you have identical smirks as you sit on the bench. your eyes carefreely scan the field for any bright white hair or screams of commotion that could indicate your boyfriend's presence, but there are no such things. nonetheless, you're not worried. he always found his way back to you somehow.
at least, that's what you think.
you feel the telltale buzz-buzz-buzz of your phone in your back pocket and roll your eyes when you see the caller id.
"hello?"
"i'm lost."
"mmm, poor baby," you deadpan, glancing at megumi to see a small smile on his face.
"aren't you going to come find me?" his voice is teasingly playful, implying that he disappeared on purpose just for the hell of it.
"i'm not playing hide and seek with you, satoru. just come back to the ice cream cart."
"but it's so much more fun if you come get me instead," he argues, his voice slightly too insistent for you to think that he's joking. he better be kidding.
"satoru."
"okay, fine. i actually don't know where the hell i am." he is not kidding.
you sigh, standing and taking megumi's hand. "just retrace your steps, sweetheart." you stand and walk a random direction in hopes that your navigationally-challenged boyfriend would find his way to you. the plastic handle of the store bag digs into the crook of your elbow as you continue to hold the phone up to your ear. "can you describe your surroundings?"
"uh, trees."
"those are everywhere, satoru. we're in a park." you can't help the giggle that escapes your lips towards the tail end of your sentence. the irony of the most powerful human on earth being lost in a park was priceless. "any specific monuments or something that i can head to?"
"there's a big field-"
"again, baby, this is a park. look, i'm just gonna do the thing. if you can't find us from that, you might need to rethink your career choice." megumi stifles a snicker from next to you and you abruptly hang up, cutting off the distorted protests blaring from your phone. you have a seat on the grass and megumi mirrors your position, taking your hand when you offer it to him. "just like we practiced, okay?" he sighs impatiently, but you knew it wasn't you he was irritated with. "alright, i'll go first and then you add on to me, yeah?"
stretching your neck from side to side, you close your eyes and slowly channel more cursed energy until it engulfs your entire body. soon, you feel megumi's faint but determined aura bump against yours. after less than a minute, instinct tells you that satoru received your beacon and you look over your shoulder to see him strolling casually across the lawn. he's tall enough that, when he finally stands above you and megumi, he blocks out most of the sun. you can barely see his eyes, but you know he can see the exasperation on your face. he merely beams at you like you produced the oxygen he was breathing.
"found you."
"took you long enough." he effortlessly pulls you up from the ground and you stumble, nearly slamming into his chest. "where did you end up going, anyway?"
"there's an old daycare center towards the back of the park. sensed something there and wanted to kill it before it bothered us," he explains, humming when you brush your fingers over the fabric covering his eyes. he delicately takes your hand and presses light kisses to your knuckles, so dotingly you'd think either of you had just come back from war. you're about to kiss him properly when a small voice clears its throat some ways below you. your face heats, suddenly remembering megumi is still there.
"are we ready to go, or should i give you two a few minutes?" satoru's jaw drops in indignancy.
"watch it, megs, or i'm gonna have satoru be the one dropping off all of your things during the school year." your hand ruffles the black spikes of his hair and he pouts.
"please don't."
"wait, what's wrong with me bringing your things?" megumi exhales tiredly like he'd clocked out of his 9-5 and walks ahead to the parking lot. you and satoru lag behind, his arm wrapped around your waist and matching his steps with yours.
"i'll explain in the car. will you be able to find it okay, lost child?" you raise your eyebrows patronizingly, putting on your best doe-eyed gaze. he scoffs, but you're not done making fun of him just yet. "whatever shall i do if you were to suddenly disappear? i may be forced to find another...suitor." you bat your eyelashes dramatically and you can see his eyes rolling behind his blindfold.
"ha, ha. very funny." his hands ever so slightly squeeze the flesh around your hip and you jump. "now i know how it feels when i start reciting shakespeare over minor inconveniences." you laugh and melt a little when his thumb draws apologetic little circles on your waist. god, he's so in love with you.
"i'm surprised you didn't start monologuing on the phone. it worried me."
"you don't ever need to worry about finding me because i'll always come back."
"you promise?"
"on the moon and the stars."
prompt is from @youneedsomeprompts because coparenting megumi inspiration comes and goes from my mind like an endangered species :))
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fluff, grumpy!rafe x sunshine!reader
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sunshine!reader shopping with grumpybf!rafe
i used this prompt generator for this request, and the prompt i got was: rafe and reader shopping, with one of them being way more excited about it than the other who just kinda drags around and carries their bags.
you hummed along to the song playing on the speakers of the store you were in, pretty much already having lost count of how many stores you had been to; one of your favorite weekend activities was to hit up the mall, have a self-care day and shop until your feet were telling you to go home.
rafe had made the mistake of asking to tag along for one of those days.
he just thought that you'd go to a few stores, get an iced coffee, and be ready to head home. but it was only 1pm, and you'd already gotten your hair and nails done, and even though he thought it was cute that you'd gotten a small 'r' on your left-hand ring finger's nail, he was tired. he didn't get how you had so much energy, running from one store to another, going through hundreds of racks of clothes, that all looked the same to him.
"babe, which one?" you asked, holding up two hangers with two dresses, that looked exactly the same to him; some frilly little white dress with pink flowers. he lowered his sunglasses onto his nose, looking at you with furrowed brows.
"uh, aren't those the same dress?"
your pout told him that the answer was no, making the boy sigh as you started to point out all the differences between them, saying something about how the other one has a different kind of lace, and how the hems are "completely different."
but as much as it annoyed him to have to spend the entire day at some stupid mall that was filled with people and had no air-conditioning, rafe couldn't deny the fact that he loved spending time with you, loved to watch the way your face lit up when you saw something "so adorable!!!" or the pout on your face when he had paid for the clothes you had picked out before you even had the time to take out your wallet.
"look." you say, tugging on the sleeve of his t-shirt as you led him to a pet store, rafe carrying all your shopping bags as he furrowed his brows, wondering why you were dragging him to a pet store when the only pet you had were the dust bunnies under your bed, but it soon dawned on him when he saw the enclosure of puppies in the corner of the room.
and as you played with the puppies, you didn't even notice it when your boyfriend snapped a picture of you, before clearing his throat and looking around to make sure nobody saw.
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thoughts on enhypen when reader is on their period and have cramps?
(i have the WORST period cramps rn im crying)
no bc I know all seven boys would be the sweetest ever while youâre on your period đ„ș
⟠heeseung: would cuddle you and gently rub circles on the areas youâre cramping at, placing soft kisses to your face, neck, and shoulders. having a heating pad on stand by with ice cream ready in the freezer. heâd telling you how youâll make it through the tough week and itâll all be over soon enough. 100% would buy you flowers and chocolate too with cute ass love notes written with them to show his appreciation of you.
⟠jay: would go above and beyond iâm already telling you! jay would have the calendar marked and everything so the minute you start to feel the cramps and your mood slightly changes heâs ready. youâll have flowers, teddy bears, chocolates, ice cream, anything you want, name it! because heâs getting it for you. princess treatment only with him. jay would also 100% rub your back and tummy to help ease the pain and cuddle you the entire time too.
⟠jake: is 100% the type of guy to carry around pads and tampons in his car / bag incase you need them. jake would also so baby you during that week. whether youâre lying on the couch or bed, youâll have a heating pad on your stomach, stuffed puppy plushie that reminds you of him and a weighted blanket to cover you and heâd have you all tucked in with a portable fan on standby incase you get too hot. heâd run back and forth between the store to get you all your favorite snacks and drinks and hold you super close to him and massage every achy part of your body.
⟠sunghoon: I feel would tease you but still treat you like a queen. heâd 100% be the type to make terrible period jokes while heâs massaging your shoulders and back while having you both wrapped in a heated blanket bc why would he not want to be as close to you as possible? if you get to be a burrito heâs gonna be the burrito with you. heâd also bring you flowers an chocolate with corny ass jokes but still give you lots of kisses and say heâs proud of you for having to fight the dot for an entire week.
⟠sunoo: would so brush your hair and just straight up take care of you. sunoo I feel would be a mixture of jay and sunghoon. heâd do everything youâd ask of him but always tease and joke with you at the same time (we love our sassy sunshine). along with him brushing your hair heâs so braid it all nice and pretty and feed you chocolate and hold you from behind and just be with you.
⟠jungwon: homie would be having the time of his life, truly. your period is always a good excuse to get loads of sweets and all both yours and his favorite junk food and just sit around your living space together the whole week and cuddle and watch movies. heâd play with your hair and massage your back too and would be so gentle with you. jungwon would also ask you to share your ice cream with him even though he has his own in the freezer.
⟠niki: baby boy would keep pads and tampons in his backpack for you :( all youâd need to do is text him during class if youâve ran out and need one and heâd be rushing out his classroom, peaking around the corner of the doorframe of your classroom with the items in hand ready to give them to you. homie wouldnât even be embarrassed, he doesnât care, heâs taking care of his girl and thatâs all that matters to him. niki would also take you to buy ice cream and any other snacks youâd want after classes are over for the day. would 100% brush your hair and braid it for you too.
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within your embrace.
no curses | college au
megumi fushiguro x fem.reader
when megumi spent the whole day without receiving a single text or call from you-
the young man knew that something was completely amiss within the universe. ever since he began dating you 3 years ago, your presence always remained the one stable part of his life.
sure, megumi would feign annoyance each time you would shoot him a good morning text, but little did you know, his smile would remain so wide and bright each time he looks down at the screen while reading your text over and over again.
and during those long nights where megumi had to pull an all-nighter writing papers, or studying for those last minute exams, he deeply cherished your calls while attempting to keep him company (not even minding when you ended up falling asleep in the process).
so the fact that he had to spend nearly 21 hours without any contact with you-
megumi knew that he had to act fast.
he looks at the time on his phone, with the time nearing 10pm. if he made a run for the closest convenience store, then he would be able to buy all of your favorite snacks and food before heading to your apartment. not wishing to waste even another second, megumi exits his dorm with his wallet and keys in hand.
megumi reaches his car, pulling out his phone from the confines of his jeans, getting into his car while dialing your number. he keeps his phone pressed against his ear even as he drove to the nearest convenience store. and at the tenth ring, your voicemail was heard echoing within his ear.
{ sorry, i can't get to the phone right now. how about you leave a message, and i'll get back to you later? byyyyye! }
"i'm coming over, you better be ready for me." megumi states while clicking his tongue, hanging up the phone while trying to fight back the anxiety that threatens to take over his mind.
please for the love of god, be okay!
megumi tosses aside his phone on his passenger seat, parking haphazardly when he reaches the store and kills his engine. as if he were running on autopilot, he stiffly gets out of the car and heads directly toward the brightly lit building, grabbing a basket while filling it with all of your favorite things.
from snacks, to candies, even ice cream and a variety of sodas-
megumi did not hesitate to buy all of your favorite items in bulk for you, adding your favorite bento boxed meal into the basket before proceeding to pay for it all.
when he dumps all of the food and snacks onto the cash register, the cashier lets out a low whistle while ringing it all up. "what's all this? you got a heavy study session tonight?"
megumi shakes his head while running a hand through his hair. "no, i'm worried about my girlfriend. she hasn't been picking up her phone, and whenever i text her, she leaves me on read."
the cashier hums, now bagging all of the items. "you got into a bad argument with her?"
"hell no. we've been fine. but she did start working recently-"
megumi's eyes widen with realization now. the cashier seems to realize his epiphany while grinning at him, handing him the bags filled with snacks and food. she tells him the total as megumi pays for it all with his card, and after waiting a few seconds for the transaction to go through, he takes out his card from the reader and grabs the bags.
"thanks..."
"go get her, dude!" the cashier calls out to him just as he leaves the convenience store, placing all of the food within the backseat before returning to the driver's seat.
feeling a little more relaxed and confident in your reasoning for not contacting him today, megumi arrives at your apartment and parks in a random corner, taking all of the bags while making his way up to you. he takes the stairs two at a time, all too eager to see you again.
a few minutes later, he stands in front of your door while giving it several loud knocks. "oi, dummy, you better open the door!"
megumi hears what sounds like a gasp coupled along with some shuffling. after waiting a few beats, the door opens, revealing you as you had to be in the most pathetic state of your life.
your eyes were still rimmed red with tears, cheeks appearing damp from the sheer amount of times you had to have cried today. adjusting his hold on the bags, he transfers them all to one hand, using his free hand to bring your body closer to him in an embrace.
megumi softly whispers comforting words to you, brushing his lips against your temple, soothing you for a moment before inviting himself into your apartment.
once he was finally inside, he demands that you relax on your couch as he moved around your kitchen (after handing you the bags of your favorite snacks, first). he opens the bento box and works on heating it up, getting it to the perfect temperature before giving it to you with some utensils.
as you dig into the food, megumi takes sips from one of the bottles of sodas he had purchased, listening to you talk about your first week at work between bites of your food. he allows you to vent about your strict supervisor and almost lazy coworkers, listening to each and every syllable that comes from your mouth.
when you were finished talking about your first week at your new job, megumi flashes you a smirk. "shall i take you to work tomorrow and have a little talk with your coworkers?"
your eyes go wide, and megumi almost chuckled in response to your panicked expression. "no! absolutely NOT, 'gumi! i know you're going to want to threaten or beat them up...!"
megumi raises his eyebrows at you. "well damn, i guess you know me too well after all."
ah, there it was, the smile he had so desperately wanted to see the whole time. you were giggling while playfully hitting at his chest, and megumi couldn't help but feel relieved now. getting a bit emotional, he takes you in his embrace, causing you to stiffen slightly in response.
"you have no idea how worried i was about you... when you didn't send me an annoying good morning text, or even called."
a soft giggle was heard coming from you before you wrapped your arms around megumi, placing your lips against the side of his neck. "sorry, 'gumi... i guess i just needed some time to cool off. i didn't mean to ignore you."
"it's okay, don't apologize." megumi's voice takes on a deeper tone, gently moving your head away from his shoulder. he takes a moment to admire your beauty before placing a hand on your chin. "you're allowed to have all the time in the world you need for yourself... just... just let me know, so i won't have to worry, okay? can you promise to do that for me?"
he watches as you give him a nod, "i promise, megumi."
"good."
satisfied with your answer, megumi leans in forward to capture your lips within his, having every intention of helping you forget about all the stress your job had given you-
and you weren't one to complain as you spent the entire night basking in his kisses.
a.n. - dedicated to @xbarrjallenx đ„°
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(n.) beauty that is more than skin deep
âł sex shop owner!megumi x afab!barista reader - 4.3k
âł a/n: 'gumi baby cone 'ere lemme give you a kith :* drooling over the absolute brain rot of megumi covered in tattoos
âł cw: explicit content, explicit language, unprotected sex, fingering, light choking, sex toys and their usage, bondage, ropes, blindfolds, use of pet names (daddy, baby girl, sweetheart, angel), pining
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The door to the sex toy shop looms in front of you, daring you to enter.Â
Take a deep breath. You chastise yourself as you stare at the doorâs handle in apprehension. Youâre an adult and this is nothing to be ashamed of. At this point youâll draw more attention to yourself if you just stand here like an idiot.Â
Maybe some of your apprehension comes from the fact the cafe that you work at is almost directly across the street from this place. What if a co-worker saw you go in and started asking questions?
That puts your ass in drive and urges you to grasp the door and scoot inside. You cringe inwardly at the loud jingling of the bells that the door hits as you step inside the cool space.Â
Your eyes scan the large room, finding it devoid of any current inhabitants. Even the checkout counter is empty. It's perfect for your escape to the back of the displays to try and find what you saw online while you were figuring out what you thought would work for you.
If anything, looking at online listings was easier than this. You stare at the wall, filled with dozens of options of things you hadnât seen before let alone considered.Â
How many types of dildos were the- You catch one out of the corner of your eye thatâs obscenely large and you shudder. How the fuck?Â
Certainly it wouldnât take this much effort to free yourself from the terrible run of men that youâve slept with. You just wanted to get yourself off since none of them could manage it.Â
Out of habit, you peek around the display that you were standing at, looking towards the desk for a worker. You realize your mistake when you see whoâs standing behind the counter as you duck back behind the display and debate making your escape.Â
The counter was next to the door. There was no way he wouldnât see you leaving if you made a run for it. No way in hell would you be asking one of the coffee shop regulars where they kept the specific dildo you were looking for.Â
Megumi? You ponder over the name that youâve written on his cup the dozens of times that youâve made his iced quad americano with caramel, no milk.Â
It wasnât that he was a creep⊠you just didnât want to look him in the eye tomorrow when he came through the line thinking of you holding anything in this store. He wouldnât even give any indication that he remembered you. He looks just as standoffish here as he does in the warm lighting of the coffee shop.Â
The newer hires were too terrified of him to make his order, afraid of what reaction would come out of someone like that if they got it wrong. Little did they know how good it felt for him to mutter how perfect the drink was before leaving a $20 bill in your tip jar.Â
You werenât scared of some tattooed and pierced man with a coffee, but surrounded by all⊠this? Your appreciation of him didnât extend this far, no matter how attractive or how good of a tipper he was.Â
Trapped in your nervous thoughts, you barely note the passing of time, looking back to the counter to see him no longer there, pulling a sigh of relief from your lungs.Â
Fantastic now youâll just- âDo you need help with anything, miss?â A low graveling voice hums behind you, making you jump out of your skin and whip around, almost nailing him in the face.Â
âFucking christ! You canât just sneak up on people like that!â You squeak in horror, clutching the strap of your bag to your chest as you take a step back to give him some space, ignoring the fact that the display you were hiding behind has a wide variety of bondage equipment that was currently in the same field of vision as Megumi.Â
âI called out to you a couple times.â He leans against said bondage display with crossed arms and a slight smirk, toying with his tongue piercing. âI hardly call that sneaking up on someone.âÂ
âYou couldnât approach me from where I could see you?â You argue, your eyes catching his playful smirk as your cheeks flush pink. âNot when you were so intensely focused on the spreader bars and gags, (y/n).â Scratch that. Your cheeks were a deep shade of crimson red. âI have to say⊠that's a shock. Did you want stainless steel or aluminum?â âI wasnât- No! I was just stuck in thought-â You sputter, trying to choke out an answer. âWait, why is thatâŠ? Assuming preferences is so rude-â âHey, now.â He throws his hands up in surrender. âYou learn an awful lot about reading people and their tastes when you own a sex shop. I apologize. Again, can I help you find anything, (y/n)?â âUm⊠a⊠toy?â You struggle to get out an answer, wondering what alternate reality you stepped into where you were being asked to explain what sort of toy you were looking to use on yourself. He only stares at you expectantly, his smirk growing as you get more and more flustered, needing to fill the silence. âI was looking for something to use on myself.â âYou know we have an online site if you donât want to be here?â He chuckles and cocks his head, waiting for your reply. âI didnât think Iâd run into anyone that I knew while shopping for dildos, sorry.â You hiss. âBesides, it's hard to picture how big things are from a picture online and your site said there were testers that you could touch before buying...âÂ
You especially didnât expect him. You had always assumed that he worked for the popular tattoo parlor around the corner with how he looked.Â
âWellâŠâ He hums and a conspiratorial sparkle glimmers in his eyes. âIâve already seen you here so you may as well let me help you out with what youâre looking for.âÂ
You sigh in defeat because he has a point. Youâre already embarrassed, you may as well get this over with and then never come back in here.Â
âIâm looking for a dildo⊠just a normal one?â You force out, looking up into his gaze for a reaction, but he only looks pleased you listened to him.Â
âIt would help if you explained why you need it, If youâre comfortable.â He looks you over, loving how you seem to squirm in place. âYou could also tell me your preference on what helps you finish so I can narrow down your options.Â
âIts for self use⊠and I donât knowâŠâ You think it over, frowning at how none of your hook ups were able to get you to finish by just fucking you. âI guess Iâd like something that vibrates. I donât⊠finish from sex.âÂ
God, you sound so pathetic, heâs probably embarrassed just speaking to you.Â
âThatâs completely normal. Only about 25% of women can finish from penetration alone. Follow me.â He leads you across the store and away from the traditional dildos you thought you needed. âIâd suggest either a rose or a rabbit vibrator.âÂ
You cock your head in question, not knowing what those were. Your skin flushes with heat as he gently grabs your wrist and tilts your hand so your palm is open to the ceiling before he presses a small hand sized item into your grasp that he takes from the shelf. You jump slightly when you realize itâs vibrating, sending shivers down your spine.. âT-thatâs really strong.â Your throat swallows around a lump as you blink up at him.Â
âOh thatâs the lowest setting.â His gaze seems to darken as he explains further, turning it up three notches. âThis is the rose⊠this is the strongest setting and after this youâd have 7 other patterned vibrations to choose from. You use this one on your clit and you can grind on it too. You probably need to have your partner stimulate you too if youâd like to finish.âÂ
You find you need to press your thighs together as you picture yourself using it, but your previous fantasies of using a toy on yourself morphs. Now Megumi is sitting on the bed with you, coaching you through using it, bringing you to orgasm over and over. âYou⊠suggested another one too?â Fuck youâre throbbing with need, you can feel yourself growing wetter with each passing second.Â
âMhm. A rabbit.â He picks up another example toy, this one is much heavier than the first and part of it is shaped like the dildos you were looking at, only with an extra appendage is attached. âThis one will give you penetration and this part rests on your clit⊠it is good for using it yourself or your partner would have a good angle to use it on you.â
He watches your reaction carefully, as heâs sure it's not possible that you could get any redder. You blink at it, looking over the buttons at the base curiously, jolting a little when the tip of the toy rotates suddenly and ratchets up as you press the up button.Â
âI donât have a partner.â You mutter, clearly frustrated by the idea of the hypothetical partners he invented not being able to please you. He watches as you press the second pair of buttons, frowning when you donât feel something immediately. âWhat does this one do?âÂ
âKeep turning it upâŠâ He hums, watching hungrily as you immediately obey his commands, watching with barely concealed lust as the extra appendage starts vibrating harder. Your head cocks to the side and you graze a finger across the little rabbit ears that would press against your clit, gasping at how strong it is, pulling a dark chuckle from his mouth. âLike it, sweetheart?â
You look up at him through your eyelashes with a sheepish look on your face, nodding when you realize you canât trust your own voice.Â
âAw come on, angel.â He grins, breaking you down slowly to trust him. He thinks heâs lost track of the amount of times youâve pressed your thighs together to alleviate the pressure. âYou can talk to me about it. Youâre already playing with it in front of me.â
âY-YesâŠâ You avert your eyes when his gaze becomes too much. âI can see that this one would be good for a⊠partnerâŠâÂ
âMhm.â He grabs one of each from the stock for you to buy, knowing you want them both. He places the testers back on the shelf before tugging you back towards the section you had been hiding in, pointing at the items hanging from the hooks, including self adhesive bondage tape, ropes, and gags. âAnd if youâd like, these can be good for play with a partner if you end up finding one that can fuck you right. It makes everything feel so much better.â
He expects you to squeak in embarrassment at this point, or maybe try to tell him youâre good and ready to check out with your two items, but you surprise him with your curiosity again, touching the bundles of ropes closest to you.Â
âItâs softer than I thoughtâŠâ You murmur softly. âI wouldnât even know where to find someone who could handle doing this. All the guys Iâve been with are strictly⊠What do you call it? Vanilla?âÂ
You sigh, dropping the rope back on the hook with a look of disappointment on your face. Youâd never meet someone who was decent at sex let alone experienced enough not to hurt you with all of this.Â
âWhat here interests you the most?â He pries, wanting to know what he could do to please you and make you forget all the disappointment other men had put you through.Â
âUm⊠the ropes and the blindfolds?â You supply shyly, slowly getting more comfortable with communicating with him. Something about him makes you feel safe giving your fantasies to him. âBut Iâd want to eventually be able to try all of it. Iâm not one to knock something until I try it at least once.âÂ
âAnd you think that people donât exist that can help you try these things?â Is it just you or is he getting closer to you?
âIâm sure they exist but it's the trial and error of sleeping with men until a woman is comfortable voicing what they want. I barely was able to walk in hereâŠâÂ
âBut listen to you now.â Oh he is absolutely getting closer to you. âTalking to me like youâve known me long enough for me to be able to have this knowledge about you. Whatâs a guy to think when youâre so open with him?â
â... that Iâm trusting you for your recommendations?â You guess with a harsh swallow.Â
âI could also provide a⊠demonstration.â His hand reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âGiven I now know everything I need to make you sing for me.âÂ
His voice is low with promise and heat lights up your insides and you lean into his touch as an invitation for him to take more.Â
âWhatâs to say you wonât be like all the others?â You whimper with pure need, if this disappoints you, you donât know where youâd go from here.Â
âOh, angel.â He coos with a light condescension to his tone. âIt's my job to know how to make pretty girls like you feel good.â
âY-YesâŠâ He blinks at you in surprise and you press on. âTo your demonstration, that is.âÂ
âWell thenâŠâ He smirks and grabs a bundle of rope and the blindfold you were eyeing. âI wonât ask twice. These are all on the house.âÂ
A protest rises to your lips that youâre happy to pay for them, but he cuts you off with a harsh tug as his warm hand closes around your wrist again. He leads through the store to a door that opens to a staircase to the second floor. You pant with the exertion of keeping up with his pace when he seems to take two stairs at a time.Â
You take in the tidy studio apartment, breathing in the masculine scent that clings to the space as he tosses the boxes with your new toys on the bed with the rope and blindfold.Â
âYou donât like something, you just say so, ok? Iâll stop immediately.â He murmurs with gentle sincerity, as he steps back into your space. You can see how his muscles are bunched with the need to pounce on you, but heâs taking the time to make you feel safe. It makes the throbbing in your core intensify.Â
His gaze takes in your cloudy expression, his cock screaming to be freed from the tight confines of his black jeans as he drags a hand up the column of your neck, relishing how you swallow audibly and shudder when his grip tightens. Dark, hungry eyes meet yours as his eyes bore into you, waiting for the moment of sweet surrender that will allow him to snap his control.Â
âOk, âGumi.â Fuck you can already feel your legs turning to jelly and he hasnât even started.Â
âFuck, angel.â He groans loudly as he easily lifts you and carries you to the edge of the bed, tossing you down like you weigh nothing. âMy name sounds perfect coming out of those fuckable lips of yours.âÂ
You feel his control snap like the fragile thing it is. He doesnât want one more moment to pass without you cursing and whimpering when he makes you feel more than all those shitty men youâve let touch you while heâs been admiring you shyly from a distance whenever he goes for his coffee.Â
He has you bare in seconds, your shirt and jeans thrown across the apartment before he growls in appreciation at seeing so much skin.Â
âSo fucking beautifulâŠâ You whine out in frustration, not having his attention where you really need it yet. Your entire body squirms in impatience as you watch him grasp the rope and give you an appraising look. âHands above your head, angel⊠There you go, so obedient and eager.âÂ
âMâgumi-â Your bra clad chest pants, arching toward him as he runs the rope in loops around your wrists, tying it in a neat knot, pausing just enough for your eyes to seek him out. âWh-what are you? Ah!â The blankets drag across your skin as he takes the ends of the rope and hauls you up the body closer to the headboard. He loops the rope around the slats in the furniture, leaving you pinned and unable to stop whatever he decides to do.Â
âMuch betterâŠâ He mumbles and leaves you alone on the bed, going to stand at the end of the mattress to take in your prone form splayed out for him like a feast.Â
âArenât you going to u-undress?â You struggle with the bindings, testing the strength of the knot with a low moan. Your body jolts when you hear the tearing of cardboard, your eyes flying to where heâs opening up the rabbit, testing the battery before the bed dips under the weight of his knee.Â
âNot when you look like such a good slut all bared to me.â He snaps the band of your panties against your skin just to watch those cute little nipples pebble in your bra before he rips them off your body. He watches the slickness from your center drip from you as he kneels between your legs so you canât shut them easily. âAnd this about making you cum, baby. Now tell meâŠâ Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you watch him spread lube across the toyâs length, eyes catching on how his hands flex around it. What you wouldnât do to have those fingers in-
âOh g-god-â Heat floods your system when those fingers leave the toy and press into your entrance, reaching deeper than your own have been able to.Â
â... How many men havenât made you cum?â Shame and embarrassment pool in your stomach with the growing heat as his fingers seek out the spongy spot inside of you. âCome on, you can tell me. I wonât judge.â âT-three-â The feeling in your stomach winds tighter and tighter, building past what youâve been able to pull from yourself. At this rate youâd be making a mess of his fingers within seconds.Â
âYou let three men touch whatâs mine?â He tsks, shifting to grind his palm into your clit in time with the thrusting of fingers, snapping the winding feeling in your gut with a shock squeak. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, muffling your moans as you shudder and shake helplessly. âWeâll start with three then.âÂ
âThree w-what? Megumi?â In the next blink his fingers are replaced with the length of the vibrator and your walls clench around it, sucking it deeper as he turns the rotation first. He watches in rapt fascination as your arms fight against the ropes to grip onto something, even as your hips shamelessly grind further onto the toy, bottoming yourself out.Â
âThree orgasms, angel.â He palms his erection through the fabric of the pants, allowing himself a moan as he works the length of the toy in and out of your cunt, replacing it with his cock in his mind. âFuck⊠didnât even need the lube. Youâre already fucking dripping.âÂ
Your breath pitches up, bordering on hyperventilating, your hips moving on their own accord to meet each thrust. He waits until your eyes are glazed and you look to him with needy desperation before he maxes out the vibration of the piece resting against your bundle of nerves.Â
âFuck-â You sob and try to escape the sensation, your legs kicking wildly to manage the stimulation. That commanding growl returns as his hand leaves rubbing his cock to dig his grip into your hip, pinning you to the bed as he doubles down with his speed, making obscene squelching pour from you as your cunts sucks it in deeper. âF-feels weird please you need to s-slow down-âÂ
âLet it go.â He commands without room for argument, wanting to see what your pussy does when it's overstimulated and desperate for the real thing. âGive me that mess, baby. Daddy wants it.â
The image of you soaking his wrist as you shriek out your high and writhe under him easily tops anything heâs done and he has to dig his teeth into his cheeks to hold back from coming prematurely in his pants.Â
âGood fucking girl.â He comfortingly rubs the skin of your thigh, soaking up how you twitch and jolt at the littlest touch. He takes pity on you and gently pulls the toy from your center, leaning forward to kiss along your jaw. âYouâre on birth control?â
Heâll get a condom, but he really doesnât want to.Â
âMâ on p-pills.â You hiccup, slurring your words heavily from the orgasmic fog in your head. âWant y-you insideâŠâÂ
The image of him filling your core with his cum has you shaking, wanting to feel a sticky trail leaking out of your abused center. He deserves it. You whine low, when he pulls away but it's quickly replaced by a loud moan when his skin becomes visible.Â
Every inch of his strong muscle is perfect and when his boxers drop and he bops free, your mouth goes dry with anticipation. When he crawls back above you heâs holding something dark in his hand and your vision goes pitch black.
âJust a blindfold. Youâre doing amazing for me angel.â He coaches you through as he acclimates you to his touch again.Â
He wraps his arms around your thighs, tugging you down to take any slack out of the rope before he teasingly taps the angry, red tip of his cock against your clit, his length twitching as he slides himself through your folds.Â
When he enters you he does so slowly, but it's not for your benefit. He can feel himself tighten at how warm, wet, and snug your walls are around him, ready to blow his load into you already.Â
But he promised you at least one more orgasm and he wasnât about to talk a good game without following through for you.Â
âMegumi-â You whine in desperation, feeling the way your walls are pulling him against your cervix. âP-Please move. Fuck I need you to- fuck!âÂ
He rears back and thrust back into you before you can feel his actions.Â
âIs that what you wanted, angel?â He coos down at you, gripping around your hips as he sets a brutal pace. âFinally get a good cock and you turn into my limp little fleshlight?âÂ
You suck down harsh breaths, your eyes watering beneath the fabric wrapped around your face. He tilts your hips just right, filling the room with the wet smacking of your skin against his. Each grunt and low moan that slips out of his normally calm composure builds your high and you thrash against the bindings, craving the bite of your nails in his skin as you cum.Â
âFuck youâre gripping me so tight-â He can feel your cunt squeezing him, urging him to give in and empty into your swollen little cunt. But he slows just enough to have you crying out in frustration, refusing to let you fall over the edge until heâs sure heâs ruined other men for you. âAwww⊠what is it baby? Need more?âÂ
âPlease.â You croak, your voice a crackling, raspy mess from screaming. âJusâ wanna cum, âGumi.â
He almost pities you, but youâre just so pretty and drawn tight, your body fraught with tension, he has to play with you a little more.
âSay youâre mine, baby girl. Say youâre daddyâs and heâll let you cum.â He teasingly gropes your tits, lightly twisting your nipple, just enough to add to your frustration.
You donât even put up a fight or hesitate before youâre babbling that he owns you, that youâre his and only his. A sob of relief shakes its way from your chest as he reaches between you to stroke at your clit.Â
The sob quickly turns into screams that you canât hold back, realizing that the sensation at your core was caused by the low buzzing of the rose purring against you, catapulting you into your high.Â
His eyes drink your trembling, vulnerable form greedily before his eyes roll as his head drops back with a satisfied groan, pumping his cum into as he paints your walls white, shuddering along with you.Â
The light in the room hits you suddenly as he lazily tugs your blindfold off and unloops your hands, his touch gentle again as he rubs the angry red marks left behind.Â
âIâm right here angel.â He assures, gathering you to his arms and rubbing your back with light caresses. He gently shushes you as you try to push yourself up and speak. âRest, love. Weâll have time a little later.â
Cuddled to his chest and boneless with satisfaction, your eyes droop and you fall asleep with a satisfied smile.
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The 4th
Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x Pregnant!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, Fireworks, Loud sounds
A/N: I told you I was running off of a big bong hit and lavender ices coffee, lol
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As Beau stands in the kitchen, his hands hard at work covering ribs in marinade and dry rub for later on in the day, Y/N opens the front door, waddling her way into the kitchen with grocery backs and a package.Â
Looking over his shoulder Beau smiles as Y/N enterâs the kitchen with her left arm carrying the package and her right holding the groceries. Hoisting the package and groceries onto the counter Beau starts to clean off his hands.
âDid the store have everything?â
Y/N nods and her hands move to start to take the groceries out of the bags. âWe should have decided to have a baby soonerâ she jokes âWhen I walked in, as soon as anyone saw the bump they let me grab whatever I neededâ as soon as everythingâs unpacking she turns to Beau placing a hand over her bump. âThey had everything for the potatoes and the steaksâ
âWell thank you for going all the way to the store for me Baby⊠you really didnât have toâ Walking over to Y/N he leans down and places a kiss upon her lips as his hands rest over her bump as well. âI after I get the ribs on the grill I should be able to get started on the steaksâ
Y/N smiles as Beau runs his hands along her bump âThen Iâll probably do the potatoes when you start on the steaksâ her hands rise up to push some of Beauâs hair out of his face âOhh⊠by the wayâŠâ the corner of her mouth turns upward into a slight smirk âI got you a present⊠but you have to open it laterâÂ
Beau raises his brow with a slightly surprised smirk upon his face âA present?... Baby you know you always scare me a little bit when you say that right?â He jokes.
Shaking her head, Y/N chuckles âNo no no, I promise⊠its not a bad present like the paint color for the nurseryâ Her smile grows wider as she rememberâs Beauâs surprise to see they were painting the nursery a sage green color. But to be fair Beau said that she could do whatever she wanted with it and he would be there to help.
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As the morning passes into the afternoon, Beau stands at the grill. Cooking away as Y/N relaxes in a chair on the patio watching Beau grill, every once and a while getting up to check on the potatoes as they cook inside the kitchen.Â
As Y/N watches Beau, she canât help but frown a bit at every firework people in their neighborhood decide to set off early, hating how Beau subtly jumps and gets startled every time a firework goes off. Acting as if it doesn't bother him in the slightest, but Y/N sees how he goes far off for a few seconds every time.Â
Not long after the food is done and Beau and Y/N set the patio table for themselves, laying out paper plates and the food. Ribs, steaks, mashed potatoes, grilled veggies and garlic bread (as per Baby Simpsons request).Â
They take their time as they eat, enjoying the weather, the food, and each otherâs company and after a while Y/N notices how the sun starts to set and gets up.
Taking her and Beauâs plates as she stands. Beau starts to get up to help her, Y/N raises her finger. âTsk Tsk Tsk, sit downâ she hums and points to his chair.
Letting out a chuckle, Beau listensâ knowing better than to argue.Â
Waddling her way back into the house, Y/N disposes of the paper plates and puts their utensils in the sink before grabbing a pair of scissors and the package from earlier and bringing them back outside with her.
She sets the box and scissors down in front of Beau before taking a seat back in her chair. âTada!â she hums.
Beau raises his brow at the box before taking the scissors and opening it. Taking out the packaging on the inside, his brow furrows in slight confusion as he pulls out a box for wireless headphones. âBaby⊠what is this?â Letting out a sigh, Y/Nâs eyeâs soften as she gazes at Beau. âDo you remember how we were talking last year⊠about how you wanna watch the fireworks but you know you shouldnâtâ she reaches her hands out and pushes back some of Beauâs hair.
âWhen you were talking earlier this month about how you canât wait for Peanut to be here and how you think Peanut would love to watch the fireworks⊠it got me thinking about how you said you used to love watching fireworks before you enlisted⊠and so I went online⊠and I got you some soundproof wireless headphonesâ she gives a soft smile âYou can download this app that pairs with the headphones and you can control how noise canceling they are⊠and since theyâre wireless you could play music if you wanted to or watch somethingâŠ. But i figured⊠now you could just watch the fireworks again and now worryâ
As Y/N explains how the headphones work and why she got them, tears start to form in Beauâs eyes at how Y/N thought about him
âAnd if they donât work then thatâs totally fine but I figured you could try it out and if it works then great and if no-â Before Y/N has the chance to finish her sentence Beau gets up from his chair and leans down to Y/N as she sits and presses a kiss to her hips before pulling her into a hug, burying his face into her neck.
âThank you babyâŠ. Thank you so much..â he mumbles against her skin.
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As the sun finally sets. Y/N and Beau sit in their driveway, looking out on the water.Â
When they were looking at houses, the real estate agent talked about how you could see the city beach fireworks perfectly from the house and they were right. Every year they could watch the city fireworks from their living room window as Beau and Y/N snuggled on the couch with the music cranked loud enough to drown out the echoing booms from outside.
Holding Beauâs phone in her hand, Y/N connects the headphones and adjusts the soundproof to fully drown out any noise. Looking at the time Y/N looks over to Beau as he holds the headphones. âTwo minutes till they start⊠Do you wanna put them on now?â
Beau nods and places the headphones on, before reaching out and taking Y/Nâs hand in his, looking out at the water in the area where the fireworks will be. As they wait for the fireworks to start, Beau squeezes Y/Nâs hand every few seconds. Anxious to see if the headphones will actually work.
And after a minute, Beau squeezes Y/Nâs hand tightly as the first firework of the night goes up into the air, and Y/Nâs attention focuses on Beauâs face. Ready to take him into the house and resume their usual Fourth of July night activities if her plan fails.
And just like that the loud BOOM of the fireworks goes off and Beau watches in awe as the green and blue fills the sky before he turns to Y/N with the most giddy smile on his face ever as it dawns on him that he canât hear a thing.
Y/N smile grows as she leans over to Beau and plants a kiss on his cheek before both of them turn their attention back to the fireworks.
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Justin Herbert - sparks fly (SMUT)
4.3k words, reader is described as not small height wise but the rest is hopefully vague enough
Coming to LA had been a spur of the moment decision but you never regretted it one bit.
You wanted an adventure and one of your friends needed an apartment sitter/somebody to take over their rent for a three month trip overseas so you packed a bag and headed to Hollywood. What you didnât anticipate was falling in love with the city and so your illegal sublet turned into a small apartment of your own, your vacation into an unpaid internship into a paid internship into a job, and your adventure into a new home.
You didnât live lavishly like the upper echelon but you could pay your rent, go to large outdoor flea markets on the weekend, and splurge on tacos from the taqueria at the corner while still putting away some money for savings so it was safe to say that life was going pretty damn great.
Justin and you bumped into each other on a hike. Or rather he bumped into you, causing you to stumble, fall, and skim your knee in the least sexy way possible⊠if there even was a sexy way to get hurt.
But Justin had been sweet, squatting down next to you and making sure you weren't seriously hurt before helping you up. You werenât a short girl, never had been, but this handsome stranger towered over you in a way that made your thoughts run wild. You couldnât help but look up at him while he helped you to the nearest bench. He sat down with you and you both drank from your water bottles side by side, sneaking glances at each other from the corners of your eyes.
He was the first to say something, his words stuck in your memory to this day. âDo I know you from somewhere? You look familiar.â
Later you would learn that this was supposed to be a pick-up line and the follow up would have been about him seeing you in his dreams but at that time you had just filmed a scene in a popular tv procedural as scared coffee shop visitor #4 (something you had told everyone back home and no one in LA, because it felt weird to talk about something like that here) so you just blurted that out.
Was it embarrassing? Yes. Did it lead to you two sitting there on that bench talking about shows until the sun started to set? Also yes.
Justin and you exchanged numbers and you even threw caution in the wind and let him walk you to your car, because pretty serial killers wouldnât talk about the nuances of copaganda for hours and if they did youâd take you chances at knocking him out with your reusable water bottle even if he was over a head taller than you.
That night you sent each other a handful of messages. The next day he even called you after work like a total weirdo. The weekend after he took you to a restaurant in the hills and encouraged you to order something that wasnât the cheapest salad on the menu because he was going to pay, like a gentleman. You shared a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling grape juice. Him because he drove, you because you wanted that gorgeous man to absolutely rail you and thought any perceived inebriation might prevent that.
He didnât fuck you but there was a prolonged make out session in his car where he felt up your tits, so you didnât even feel bad getting yourself off with your trusty vibrator after he dropped you off at your apartment.Â
Your second date took you outside again with a small hike followed by a picnic. He had packed all kinds of food because he wasnât sure what you liked and had forgotten to ask. Justin laughed about panicking and buying half a store worth of snacks just so that youâd have something you like. It was so sweet.
He didnât kiss you like he did after the first date, wild and like he had to hold himself back.Â
No. His kisses were sweet, hands never wandering above your waist or below you hips. He did accept it when you invited him up to your place for a coffee though. Half a dirty iced chai latte later he had you pressed against your couch, his large hands dangerously close to your ass.
Yet he still didnât fuck you.
âNext time,â he promised with his head buried in your throat, âafter our third date I'll take you home and wonât let you leave my bed for the next three days.â
It was sweet, in a way, and you hadnât had sex since before you moved to LA anyways so what difference would a few more days make.
âOkay. Tomorrow?â You didnât even care that it sounded desperate.
âCanât.â Justin groaned. âWeâre leaving for an away game the day after tomorrow and I meant what I said about keeping you in my bed.âÂ
You felt his lips against your pulse as he spoke.
âWhen do you get back?â
âIn four days.â
Fuck. Maybe a few more days did make a difference.
He kissed your neck again, grinding down and showing you just why the wait would be worth it. Hopefully you would remember to charge your vibrator.Â
He took you to an arcade style place for your third date and it was an absolute blast. With so many options of games to try out you barely had time to look at everything. Justin was a gentleman the entire time, a pattern you noticed during your last two dates. Even though youâd worn a short skirt (and safety shorts because tall girls and mini skirts didnât always get along) and cozied up to him all afternoon his hands remained off your ass and solidly in PG-13 areas.
You were having fun, challenging each other while laughing the entire time, but you were looking forward to the end of the date when you could finally go home with him. You could feel the vibe shift, growing needier as time went on, with Justin reflecting his own desires back at you.
When you accidentally touched a sticky surface and had to go to the bathroom to wash your hands you had the genius idea to take off the shorts and shove them to the bottom of your bag.Â
And boy did that idea pay off.
Twenty minutes later you were in the front seat of his car as Justin drove the two of you back to his place with his right hand on your thigh inching higher and higher. He didnât look at you as it slid under your skirt, eyes on the road, but the smirk on his lips made it clear to you that he knew what he was doing. He was so close to touching you where you needed him the most when the car stopped and he withdrew his hand as you groaned.Â
âPatience.â He teased.
You climbed out of the car before he could help you out, downright eager now. By the time you reached his front door you could barely hold yourself back. All it took was a split second, the door closed behind you and Justin unceremoniously pressed you against it as his lips landed on yours.Â
Youâve never been a small girl but the way you had to tilt your head to kiss Justin had a way of making you feel tiny. He bent down, lips never separating from yours, and just picked you up, hands under your skirt somewhere between your plush thighs and your ass. You moaned and he continued kissing you, fingers kneading against your soft skin as he turned around and started waking further into his apartment. God, you hoped his hands would leave bruises.
A noise interrupted you and when you looked to the side you saw a cat looking back at you from where it was perched on a cabinet. Justin didnât follow your eyes, lip finding your neck instead. âThatâs Nova.â He mumbled against your skin. âIâll introduce you two later.â Then he sucked hard and you forgot everything except him. Somehow you made your way to his bedroom, something you only noticed after he let you fall back against the pillows.
With Justin standing at the edge of the bed looking down on you, you felt even smaller. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, showing off his strong muscles. Oh, how you wanted them to hold you down as he took you.
You took off your shirt in one smooth motion, throwing it somewhere to the side of the bed and hoped that Justin wouldnât mind. Judging by the way he was staring at your tits, he didnât.
Justin soon followed your lead, stripping his clothes off as you watched. There was no denying that he was smoking hot, his body solid and you couldn't help but press your thighs together in the search of some relief.
âWhat do you need?â
Need. Not want. You had to take a moment to collect yourself. What did you need?
âI need you to fuck my mouth,â you started, âI need to choke on your dick until I cry and I need you to fuck me until I forget my name and can only scream yours.â
For a moment you worried that it would be too much. That it would be too rough for Justin or that you were too needy. But the look in his eyes showed you that he would give you everything you asked for.Â
Justin stood in front of the bed, looking down at you while he stroked his dick. Precum gathered at his tip and a whimper left your lips at the sight.Â
âYou want it?â He asked, tone just mocking enough to make you close your legs harder, desperately looking for any kind of friction.
You nodded while looking up at Justin, moving on the bed to get closer to him. Finally you could almost taste him. The pink tip of his dick just barely touched your lips.Â
âPlease.â You begged for him to let you have it.Â
âBe a good girl and show me you deserve it.âÂ
He gave it to you slowly. One hand holding his dick, the other cradling your cheek, as you took it.
Justin felt heavy in your mouth as you took more and more of him. He was big, yes, but you knew you would manage to swallow all of him. You looked up at him through your lashes until his muscles blocked the view and you could close your eyes, fully concentrating on making sure that Justin would give you everything you needed.Â
Slowly you pushed yourself to your limit, fitting him into your throat until your lips wrapped around his base. Justinâs dick was a lot to take in and you didnât know if you could take it should he try and fuck your throat but for a short moment âwith him frozen in front of youâ you managed to take all of him.Â
You swallowed around him once, twice, and began to slowly pull back before Justin moved again.
âFuck.â His voice was deep and low as the hand that had been cradling your cheek moved to now hold the back of your head instead.
You couldnât help but moan around him, the vibrations around his dick only making him hold onto you tighter.
âGood girl.â His fingers flexed against your head and the combinations of both made you feel dizzy, happy that you could be good for him.Â
With his other hand Justin reached out and trailed his fingertips from your shoulder down your arm until you realized what he wanted and gave him your hand. He brought it to his thigh, letting you lay your palm flat along the thick firm muscle before covering it with his own.Â
âIf Iâm too rough,â Justin started, âor you need me to slow down, if you just want to take a break or stop for any reason, you slap my leg and Iâll stop. Understood?â
Nodding yes didnât seem to satisfy Justin, instead he used the hand on your head to pull you off him. You barely managed to do that thing with your tongue before he had you looking up at him through your lashes again.
âI need you to say it.â
âUnderstood.â And oh how wrecked your voice already sounded. There was no doubt in your mind that it would be completely gone by tomorrow.
âGood girl.â He said again, before silencing your whine with his dick.
There was no denying that Justin was strong. He was thick with muscle, powerful, yet you never felt unsafe as he picked up the pace.
He was rough like you had asked him to. Thrusting hard and fast and pushing your head down to meet him halfway. It was maddening. Above you Justin said something but you were far too gone to listen.
It wasnât until his movements got gentler and he slowly withdrew from your mouth that you tuned back in.
Justin hadnât come and was still hard, was one thing you noticed, looking between his dick in front of you and his face high above you.
The fact that you had teared up like you had told him you wanted to, was another.
His hands came up to cradle your face and he gently wiped away the tears with his thumbs as you looked at him.
âSo pretty.â His voice was soft, gentle as if to not spook you and the thought of him underestimating you made you want to protest but all that ended up happening was you pouting as he stroked your cheeks.
âAw donât pout. You can suck it again later. I just didnât want to come until I got to fuck you.â
He had to bend down to kiss you, this tall man folding in half to reach you where you kneeled on his bed, and the reminder of your size difference made you squirm.
In response Justin kissed you harder, pushing forward until you lost our balance and fell back on the bed. In a fluid motion Justin followed, bracing himself above you as his lips found your lips, your jaw, your neck.
He made his way down your body, leaving behind a trail of kisses as he went. When he reached your chest he departed from his careful line of kisses. The two kisses, sweet little pecks almost, that he pressed to either boob, stood in stark contrast with his hand that bullied itâs way under your body so that he could unhook your bra. He tugged on the bridge until it became loose enough for you to get the hint and shrug it off while he pulled your skirt and embarrassingly soaked underwear down your legs in one smooth motion.
You didnât even get the chance to think about hiding yourself from Justin before his large hands gently parted your legs enough for him to fit between them. His mouth fit itself against the skin on the side of your knee before he slowly, teasingly, kissed his way up to where you needed him most. Even though you anticipated the first touch of his lips against your pussy it still sent a shock through your body.
Justin didnât waste any time pretending to tease you any longer. His lips found your clit almost immediately, wrapping around the small bud almost lovingly before sucking. His tongue toyed with it while you moaned his name. Your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled, hard, but not hard enough to dislodge Justinâs wonderful mouth. It took two more moans before he released your clit and wandered lower, dragging his lips along your skin as he moved. The first drag of his tongue was testing, exploring. The second one wasnât tame at all.
Justin groaned against your pussy and you swore you could feel it through your entire body. He pulled away for a moment and a pitiful whine left your lips at the loss of his mouth, only for it to turn into a moan when you saw him licking his lips before diving in again.Â
You got lost in the feeling of his mouth on you, the way his lips moved so similarly to when he was kissing you just moments before. His long fingers joined his lips in bringing you pleasure and you couldnât hold back anymore, grinding against his face until you came with your thighs wrapped around his head.
Justin continued to mouth at your thigh as you started to come down before he stood up from the bed and you took a moment to just watch him. The aftershock of your orgasm still ran through your body and combined with the picture in front of you it felt like a high you never wanted to end. Justin was breathing heavy, his thick chest rising and falling hard. The last bit of sunlight shining through the curtains tinted the bedroom in a soft light making his face glisten and you realized with a jolt that the wetness on his cheeks came from you.
The fading light painted him golden, with his hair shining like a halo, a statue as a tribute to raw desire. His likeness could grace museums across the globe, giving other marbles complexes but instead of the Louvre he stood in his bedroom, looking down at you sprawled across his bed, waiting for him to take you like he had promised.Â
When Justin finally moved it was in determined long strides. He was a simple man that kept his condoms in the first drawer of his nightstand. Part of you wanted to tell him to forget about them, to fuck you bare until you were dripping with him, but you didnât want to spook him with your eagernes, so you resigned yourself to bringing it up the next time. Justin passed you on his hunt for protection and you had to crane your neck back to watch him, but the view made up for it. His front was absolutely gorgeous but you had to admit that his backside was quite nice to look at as wel.You were debating whether or not you should reach out to touch him when he turned around, box in hand, before throwing it onto the bed near your head. It still had plastic around it and you couldnât help but imagine Justin going to the store in preparation of your date, grabbing it not just in case but on purpose. Had he gotten it in preparation for this date? After the second date? After your first? The big box seemed awfully ambitious though. Perfect.
Instead of walking back to the end of the bed and working his way up your body again Justin just skipped straight to holding himself above you and you didnât waste any time getting your hands into his locks and pulling him down until your lips connected. He kissed you hard and fast while slowly lowering himself until his heavy body pressed yours into the mattress. It felt so easy to let yourself be blanketed by his warmth, his solid body so close to yours that you could feel every inch of his desire.
âFuck.â He exclaimed as he pulled away from the kiss. Justin didnât venture far though, staying close enough that you could feel the strands of his hair tickling your cheeks.
âCan youâŠâ He nodded towards the box.
You nodded, eager, before reaching for the box and struggling to rip it open. When it finally popped open it did so in spectacular fashion, spilling an avalanche of little foil packets all over the bed and your body.
âOh.â
You didnât know which one of you laughed first but it took some time before the two of you calmed down again. Justin helped you clear the mess, swiping the countless packets towards the free side of the bed. It should feel weird, at least a little bit, now that the tension between Justin and you got broken. For a second you feared that your clumsiness had turned him off completely but then he kissed you again, slow and deep and like he wanted to devour you.
One of his hands reached for the pile of condoms while the other moved up your side, cupping one of your boobs when he reached them. His thumb barely grazed your nipple before Justin moved away but he still managed to pull a moan from your lips.
âReady?â He asked, looking at you with hungry eyes.
âYes.â You needed him so badly. âPlease.â
The first push of him inside you was careful but determined. Justin gave you aloof himself until he was buried to the hilt, pausing once he was fully inside you and giving you time to adjust to his large size. Youwanted to tell him to move,to fuck you until you felt him days fromnow, butbefore you could ask-beg-demand he silenced you with another seering kiss. You learned why when he pulled away from the kiss, still buried deep inside you.
âI need to be careful with you.â He talked low, almost whispering. âDonât want you to be sore when I fuck you again later.â
It made sense. Afterall Justin had promised to keep you in his bed for days. But with him filling youtube so perfectly, there was simply no room left for logical thinking.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he started to move. Slow, meticulous thrusts that didnât feel overwhelming at first but drove you wild after just a few movements of his hips. There was something otherworldly in the way he managed to hit all the places that needed to be hit, filling you up perfectly again and again and again. Justin stayed close to you while he fucked you, his hips grinding in deep and putting just enough pressure on your clit to send sparks of pleasure through your whole body.
Your hands tightened in his hair, making him groan before dipping down and encapsulating one of our nipples with his hot, wet mouth.
âJus- Justin.â
His teeth grazed against the soft flesh of your boob teasingly before his tongue delved down, soothing the hard peak between his lips in gentle laps. Justin groaned when you tugged on his hair and the sensation of it vibrating against your skin just made you tighten your grip further. There was no denying that you needed him. Him and his soft mouth and his hard dick and his strong body pressed against yours. This perfect wave of pleasure just kept building with every single movement but you couldnât reach your high.
âJustââ He bit down hard enough for it to sting before his tongue traced the slight indents. âPlease.â
You werenât above begging but your fucked out brain couldnât think of any more words. Thankfully he seemed to understand what you needed even without your saying it.
âFuck. Okay.â He lifted himself a little bit higher, chuckling when you whined at the loss of his weight and warmth. âYou asked for this.â
He sounded just the right amount of condescending when you clenched around him and he rewarded you with a âgood girlâ.
You didnât last long after Justin started fucking you properly, rough and fast like you had wanted him to. The power behind his thrusts was enough to move you on the bed, closer and closer towards the headboard every time your bodies connected. He had stopped holding back and made you come with only a handful of thrusts.
When you came to it was with Justin holding himself above your body âbreathing hardâ and your still shaking thighs wrapped around his hips. Part of you felt disappointed for missing what he looked like when he came but you knew there would be more than enough orgasms for you to catch a glimpse.
It took you a while to feel secure enough to remove your legs from him. After you did so Justin carefully pulled out and disposed of the condom. While he went to get a towel to help clean you up you were left in his bed. It took some energy to sit up but it didnât hurt. You felt empty but that could be changed soon enough. 15 minutes. Maybe 20. Depending on when Justin wanted to go again.
Speaking of. Justin returned to his bedroom, still gloriously naked, holding water bottles in one of his hands and what looked like a washcloth and a towel in the other. You didnât feel self conscious as he helped you clean up. He had seen every part of you already anyway.
He offered you a shirt of his to cover up but you didnât mind being bare before him. There was the hint of a love bite starting to form on your chest and you hated the thought of covering up all his hard work. Still, you made a mental note to take him up on his offer later. You had a feeling that a shirt that fit his large frame would swallow you up and you wanted nothing more than to live out the big menâs shirt moment that had been denied you for so long.Â
Instead you curled up with him, his blanket half draped over your bodies while you just laid there, enjoying the closeness between you. The energy between Justin and you continued to be magnetic, even after giving in to your desires, and you found yourself unable to tame a wide smile.
âHappy?â Justin looked at you with a soft smile on his lips.
âHmmm. Very.â You let your eyes wander for a moment. âWant to make out?â
Instead of verbally answering Justin just cupped your face and brought your mouths together in a saccharine kiss.
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Hello, I was wondering, if ur not too busy, if i could make 2 requests for daniel x sunshine, if its not too much trouble.
For the first request is it ok if u do one where sunshine gets injured doing something (can be anything)
And for the second one, can it be where sunshine and Daniel are cuddling and sunshine has to get up to do something but Daniel just gets all clingy and whiny.
Thank you so much
P.S. I love your writing and how beautifully you have crafted the dynamic between these two đ
thank you for requesting and sorry for this taking so long! i decided to go with the first one and make it a little festive!đ«¶đœ
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âDannyââ
âDonât you dare say it.âÂ
âBut Iââ
âSunshine,â Daniel said in a firm voice, shooting you a look as he stood by the couch you were currently lying down on with his hands on his hips. âStop saying youâre fine when youâre not fine.â
âBut I am fine,â you argued back, sounding a bit like a whining child whilst Daniel simply ignored you and placed the bag of frozen peas on your ankle. âYouâre being dramatic.â
Daniel snorted. âNo, Iâm a caring boyfriend who doesnât want his girlfriend getting more hurt.â
âI am barelyââ However, the boy had cut you off before you could even finish your sentence.
âYou fell off a ladder and twisted your ankle,â he stated bluntly. âIf anything, you should be happy it wasnât more serious than that.â
And he was right. Deep down you knew he was right, but a small part of you didnât want to outwardly admit that to him when you had made such a point that the injury was being exaggerated. And it was already embarrassing enough on how you got the injury.Â
With December just right around the corner, you thought you would get ahead of the festive season and start putting up some decorations. Admittedly, you and Daniel went a little crazy at the store with the amount of decorations you bought but it seemed like a good idea at the time.Â
Little did you realise you would be balancing on the top step of the ladder, far too impatient to wait for your taller boyfriend to come around and hang the cute rudolph fairy lights you bought above the living room window.Â
Daniel heard a crash before he came rushing into the room, seeing you on the floor and whimpering as you tried to stand up. That was more than enough for everything to kick into gear with him, and running around like a headless chicken to make sure you had everything you needed.
Hence, you now being couch-ridden with your ankle elevated and iced by the only thing in your freezer that could be used as an icepack.
âCan I at least get my laptop so I can do some work?â You asked, flashing the boy your puppy dog eyes in hopes he would give in.
âSunshine,â Daniel groaned as he leaned down, his hands cupping your face as he squished your cheeks together. âYou are injured. You need to rest.â
âResting is boring,â you grumbled, your words slightly muffled by the way he was squishing your cheeks together which just made him grin a little. âIâm already just bored lying here and itâs not even been five minutes.â
âHm, if only you had a super hot, sexy, amazing boyfriend to keep you company,â he teased as his thumbs lightly brushed along the apples of your cheek. âA super hot, sexy, amazing boyfriend who has a list of Christmas movies we need to get started on so we have enough time.â
You bit back your smile. âFine. As long as we donât start with Elf.â
Daniel blanched. âYou and your distaste for Elf may be your single flaw.â
You grinned. âNobody is perfect.â
âYeah, but youâre pretty damn close, Sunshine,â he murmured as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. âRight, get a movie on and Iâll go make us some popcorn.â
âDonât burn the house down!â
âIâll run out with you on my shoulder if I do!â
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Strangers (pt. 1)
Pairing: Lee (Bones and All) x fem reader
Prompt: On y/nâs long and winding journey to nowhere, she runs into someone mysterious. He reminds her of her past, something sheâs unsure she should pursue, but is unable to fight the urge.
Warnings: mentions of cannibalism, death, blood, smoking
Word count: 6k
watched bones & all and couldnât help myself !!!
iâm also an ethel cain fanatic so this is heavily inspired by her and her songs, specifically thoroughfare. highly recommend listening.
anyway timothee was so fine in b&a i was eating it up, no pun intended !
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Whoosh.
It's a humid, late afternoon. The sound of cars passing, insects buzzing, and my shoes consistently hitting the ground, one after the other, fill the air. The passing scenery is lush, and littered with deteriorating stores belittled to roadside stops that invade the town.
Indiana isn't where I live. And it won't be where I'm staying, either. I'm just the same as all the others, passing through and then I'm on my way. Though, I may be slightly different.
I keep on trudging, trying to find any place I can stop and get a drink, my sweat beaded around my forehead. I clutch onto the strap of my bag around me, my very few belongings steadily hitting against my leg as I walk.
I look down at my beaten to near death shoes. I couldn't begin to count the places they've taken me even if I tried. I focus again on what's in front of me, trying not to accidentally sway into oncoming traffic getting lost in my thoughts.
I feel tired, but I'm used to it. This is what my life is, now. Going from one place to the other, on my own. I somehow scraped up enough money to take the train, but I could only make it so far. And now I'm right back where I started. On my feet, and in a place I don't know.
It doesn't exactly phase me. I've never really had a place in my life that I called home. So, this is just what I do now. Anywhere but the place I was forced to call home.
Another few whooshes of passing cars, mostly trucks. A few looks from their drivers as well. The state of me isn't horrible, but definitely not the most presentable. But hell, why would I care? They might think I'm lost or something, walking around alone with torn up clothes and an old bag, I get that. But what they don't know is that I'm far from lost.
Finally, I see corner store, a few paces up the road. A type of place that I find a lot of solace in. I keep on, approaching the small, old building with its makeshift gravel parking lot infested with weeds and various litter.
I walk up, but stop before the entrance at the edge of the street. A break is needed to be had. I sit down abruptly, my ass on the road and my shoes in the dirt. I sigh a breathe of relief and take in the feeling of not relying on my feet before fishing into my bag. I poke around, and find my cigarettes, and eventually my lighter.
I pull them out and flick the box open. One left. Good thing I'm at the store. I put the box up to my lips and close them around the singular cigarette, pulling the box away and tossing it back in the bag. I lift the lighter and easily catch a light, no breeze in the way. Much to my discontent, though. I need a good breeze right now.
I take a drag as the light stays at the end, then flick the lighter closed and take it out of my mouth, exhaling. I close my eyes and lean back on one hand. A great feeling, this is. These are the moments I live for. The small ones, where I feel like if I just willed it, I might feel a little bit of heaven.
I open my eyes again, and take in my surroundings. I can smell the grass and car exhaust that add to the ambiance of the outdated building. A few figures pass by in the windows of the lit store. I peer far enough back to see that they have freezers at the end of the aisles. Jackpot. The thought of an ice cold Coke could keep me alive right now.
I take a few more drags of the cigarette and then leave it still in my mouth. I pull my bag onto my lap and rummage around some more, looking for my leftover cash. I find some loose bills and coins, and gather them all up in one hand. I shuffle through them quickly, counting. Not as much as I would like there to be, as per usual. I sigh again, this time not of relief.
It's enough to buy another pack of Marlboro Reds, but that's about it. I ponder what I know I might have to do. I've done it before, but I still don't like it every time.
It's easy to get scrappy when you're out here like I am, something I've noticed quite a bit. I've accepted it's just something you have to get used to. I justify it to myself as being better than what I escaped. I don't think anything tops that.
I finish the cigarette, fling the butt into the ground, and give it a good stomp. I worry that one day my shoes will be so worn that the soles will give out, and I might feel the cigarette on my foot next time. Irrational fear, I would notice before that.
I put the money neatly in my pocket and stand up, slinging my bag back around my shoulder. It's now closer to dusk, meaning I have to find a place to stay, and quickly.
I start walking up to the clear glass doors, and then push myself in. Instantly a wave of air conditioning hits my face and blows through my hair. Another small, heavenly moment. The aroma of the store came mostly from the direction of the freezers, sort of a cardboard-like smell, but comforting nonetheless.
Another curious smell entered my senses, but it almost wasn't a smell. It's more like a feeling, weirdly. But it's faint.
I brush it off, and look around. There's an older woman clerk behind the counter at a register, flipping through a magazine with long nails and chewing loudly on a piece of gum. She didn't look up when I came in. A good sign.
I walk in further under the harsh fluorescent lights and past an aisle. I keep on observing the store, on the lookout for things I want to take with me. I have to travel light, so I only allow myself the necessities.
I peer into an aisle and see a mother with her small daughter browsing the snacks. I peer into the next, a bigger looking man near the very end at the freezers in the back. It looks like he's looking at the alcohol.
I weave in through the aisle, carefully scanning its sides for things I might need. I see way too many things I want, that's for sure. It hurts my heart blowing right past the Twinkies. God, I haven't had one of those in a while.
The feeling I felt earlier comes on a little stronger. I can't help but feel that it is a sort of scent, but I can't really tell. I'm pretty sure I'm just dizzy from not eating, or something.
I move on from the aisle with nothing, proud of myself for refraining from grabbing something extraneous. I walk past the big guy, who definitely smells like he had already downed quite a few beers, and into the next aisle with the toiletries in it.
Near the end of the aisle is a younger looking guy, probably around my age, tall, sort of lanky. Immediately when I see him, I feel the weird sense again. I'm just hoping at this point that my stomach doesn't make some weird, worrying noise. But this time, it feels like it's coming from something external.
I keep walking closer the middle of the aisle, trying to focus on which stuff is on the shelves. The guy comes a little bit clearer into my peripheral view, and I can see that his dark brown hair is dyed red at the ends in the style of a mullet. He stays studying something hanging up in the row.
He seems like the type of person I would've liked to know. I always hung around the more alternative kids in school, and he seems like that type, with his overly ripped jeans and floral button-up shirt. But, I'm on the lonely road for now. I can't stick around anywhere.
I still feel the feeling, the sense, the smell. It worsens as I keep moving down, but it doesn't cloud my mind. I'm still clear-headed, but the scent is definitely present. I can't help but feel a sort of familiarity with it. Something kind of gross that reminds of me of my past. I try not to be reminded of what it is and keep on and on with my scanning.
And then, I spot it. The Holy Grail. Tampons. That is a necessity. I move immediately towards them low down on the shelf. I crouch down on the floor next to them and look for the right ones.
I keep looking, bluffing slightly by pretending to read the labels to get my bag open a little wider. I realize I'm lot closer to that guy now.
In a swift motion, I grab one of the boxes, and quickly swipe it into the bag. I try to think that maybe the guy didn't see it, but I'm not sure how he couldn't have. I reflexively and awkwardly turn my head up to look at him, checking to see if he was looking in my direction. Right as I turned, so did he.
We make eye contact, and the feeling I get is overwhelming. The smell is strong now. And I can definitely smell it. But that's not all that I'm sensing.
In the span of the few milliseconds I'd been looking at him, I somehow felt like there was some sort of energy field between us, an indescribable and sudden thing.
It's almost as if he read my mind, because the look he gives back to me is one of knowing, slightly bordering on confusion. He must be feeling something, too. He hums for a moment, and then nods a little, like he knows what I'm doing and is giving me the clear.
I'm still distracted by the whole interaction, and buffer for a moment before looking back down and swiping another box. How weird is this?
I'm still a little bit overtaken with my thoughts when the big, drunk guy walks into the aisle, holding a can in his hand. I look over his way as he leans down slightly, looking at a shelf a little ways away.
The mom with the kid from earlier then comes out from behind the other row, turning to come into the aisle. She's a little bit close to the drunk guy.
"Excuse me," she says to him, very politely.
"Woah, you tryin' to run me down?" he says loudly, unbalanced-ly turning towards her and getting awkwardly close in her space. She looks at him a little bit confused, and definitely scared, and keeps moving.
"I asked a question!" he rings again when she doesn't respond. She starts walking faster down the aisle. "Hear this, ya dumb hoe!-"
"Hey! Don't talk to her like that-," I quickly say, unable to keep it in.
"Hey!" the dark hair guy from before says behind me, directly after I speak up, almost cutting me off. "You're out of control, buddy."
I quickly turn around and look over at him. He's looking back down at the shelf already.
"Are you with the store, or something'?" drunk guy talks back, obviously perturbed.
"Nah, I'm not with the store, but I'm gonna escort you out of it," dark hair says back overconfidently, now standing up straight and starting to walk towards drunk guy.
"Fuckin' see what happens!" drunk guy shouts, coming closer.
What is this kid doing?, I think to myself. Drunk guy is probably 3 times the body mass of him. But he still approaches.
"See what happens? See what happens" dark hair mumbles tauntingly. "Is something bad gonna happen?" he turns to me and smirks while he says it, almost like a Watch this, and then turns back to the guy.
In one sudden, freak motion, dark hair comes up to drunk guy, and nearly head-butts him, making both me and drunk guy jump. He comes so close, and then moves away at the last second, like some sort of entrancing dance.
Dark hair moves around weirdly like a posturing animal in front of him, like nothing I've ever seen before. Drunk guy stands there for a second, extremely pissed off, before shouting Outside! and pointing out the store. Dark hair quickly runs away from him and out of the aisle, drunk guy hustling close behind.
I stand up from my crouch, trying to look over the row to see where they go.
"We're going outside!" he repeats, angrily.
"You enjoy hassling people, man? Is that what you do on Saturdays when you're done jerking off?" I hear dark hair say as he pushes open the door leading outside into the parking lot. Drunk guy keeps with him, looking more fuming than before.
They mumble something else to each other that I can't hear before fully exiting. I stand there for a second, trying to process what just happened. I luckily saw the mom and daughter checking out and about to leave, thankfully. I'll never understand jerks like that. What's their problem?
I then think about dark hair guy. I really hope he doesn't get beaten to a pulp out there, though I'm pretty sure that's what will happen. He was just trying to help.
I quickly remember what I'm doing in the store, and turn back to the shelf. Good thing is that whatever that was that just happened would definitely distract from the fact that I'm stealing.
Weirdly, I can still faintly smell the strange scent, but it mostly went away.
I lean back down to the tampons to grab one more box, and then, it hits me.
I gasp and drop the box I just grabbed on the ground. The scent. The knowing. I have felt it before.
A brief memory flashes in my mind of my older sister, someone I've tried to block from my memory altogether.
No matter how hard I try to forget about her and my family, I'll never forget what she did.
I shake my head, trying to clear my head. If I wasn't before, I was definitely dizzy now.
I know why I smelled what I did and felt what I did. It had to have been coming from the dark hair guy.
I recalled from the memory that it was when my sister came to me one day, her a teenager and I just a little bit younger. She told me something no kid should even know exists. She said she had urges to do terrible, terrible things.
Which, specifically, was eating people.
I was skeptical and didn't want to believe it for a long time, but that was before other things unfolded and everything went to shit, but it was real.
And the smell.
I had forgotten that there was a certain feeling that I got when I was around my sister, similar to experiencing an aroma, or an aura. I had picked up on it so sensitively from being around her often. And I also had a hunch it might be something genetic.Â
But still, I never felt that connection feeling.
But I tried so, so hard to convince myself all of that shit was just a dream. And I still am. And that's part of why I am where I am.
I come back to reality, still standing in the same place.
I quickly pick up the box that I dropped, and move out of the aisle to another one, trying to just continue on with my day. But I'm thinking too hard, all of these drudged up thoughts and repressed memories surfacing.
But mostly, I was thinking about dark hair guy, wishing I knew his name, and thinking about how he looked at me. His chiseled face and shadowy features, but he looked kind. I'm pretty sure his eyes were green. He was really good looking, now that I think about it. Why am I thinking that? Why am I thinking good things about someone who I just found out is a cannibal?
I fight away that thought, but I still can't help but feel like there was something that was strange between us. I recognized the aura, but the connected sensation that I felt was completely foreign to me. It felt otherworldly. And I can't help but think that he felt it, too. It was weirdly comforting.
All I wanted to do was to talk to him, or something. Maybe he would even let me tag along with him, wherever he's going. It's hard being alone out here sometimes, not to mention dangerous. Maybe he even has some money, or a car. I assume he's on the run, sort of like I am. For different reasons, obviously, but I understand his cause.
I at least just want know who he is. And then I'll move on with my life. I just can't stop thinking about what I felt. The connection.
Or, I could just be getting dehydration hallucinations. Honestly, I hope it's that. It would make things a lot less complicated.
Being reminded of how thirsty I am, I move back towards the freezers, and grab a freezing cold water bottle and a glass coke bottle. I slip them both in my bag, maybe a little bit too obviously. I can't really get myself to care much anymore.
I grab a couple random bags of something from the snack aisle, slip that in my bag too, and then move to the front counter. The lady looks up from her magazine.
"Just some Marlboro Reds, please," I say. She looks me up and down for a moment, probably trying to study if I'm old enough. If she doesn't think so, she doesn't say anything, and turns around and grabs the box of cigarettes off the wall, and slides them onto the counter.
"Two-fifty," she says, sounding very unimpressed. I fork the money out of my pocket and hand it over. I give her three dollars.
While she gets my change out of the register, I look out the glass doors that lead outside, hoping maybe I see dark hair guy. I have no idea what could've gone on between him and that guy.
She dings the register closed, and I start to feel the smell entering my senses again. I frantically try to focus my eyes around the scenery outside, searching for any sign of dark hair guy. There's an abandoned-looking building across the parking lot from the store.
"Ma'am."
I turn towards the clerk lady. She's holding out my change for me. Fifty cents.
"Sorry," I say flustered, putting out my hand for the change. She drops it in my palm, I shove it in my pocket, grab my cigarettes, and walk to the door.
I pause in front of the entrance, my hands resting on the push handle. I look out of the glass and try searching more, attempting to follow the scent. It's fully dusk now. Fading pink and purple hues fill the horizon.
Without thinking, I push my way out the door, unable to ignore the scent still closing in on me. The air is slightly brisk, but still thick with humidity. My gaze is fixated on the abandon building as I carefully stalk closer to it, the dusty gravel of the lot crunching beneath my shoes. It seems like it's coming from that general direction.
Before I can process it, the smell gets overwhelmingly strong, my head and lungs almost drowning in it. I pause for a moment, almost hyperventilating. He was close.
A sudden noise comes from the building, a sound like shoes scuffing on concrete. A person emerges from the shadows of a window-less hole in the side of the decrepit building.
Its him. He's not wearing a shirt, and there's blood all over him.
He's carrying a bag, which he quickly throws down once he jumps over the short wall. He crouches down and pulls something out of it, and then turns his head, eyes landing on me. All I can do is stare back.Â
We recognize each other for a moment, and then he turns his attention back down to whatever he pulled out of the bag, which was a water bottle. He unscrews the lid, places the bottle between his knees so the water comes spilling out, and splashes it on himself in efforts of cleaning the blood off.Â
I realize that he's now wearing a hat. The same one drunk guy was wearing in the store.Â
Did he...?
He screws the top back on the bottle, shoves it in his bag, and slings it over his shoulder. He turns in my direction, and stops, looking me dead in the eye. I stand still, the sound of my heart beating consuming my hearing. He slowly starts to stalk towards me, maintaining the menacing eye contact.
He pauses just slightly in his tracks, like he's trying to study me, smell me, maybe, before he keeps walking. I felt hot under his brief stare, like I was under a magnifying glass being angled to the sun.Â
He gets closer, and then turns abruptly to the right towards the cars in the lot, his gaze now averted down to his feet.
"He's over in there, like, 400 yards, if you want him," he says, breaking the silence. He points over to the building using his head, still walking.
I keep staring, not sure what to say. I shake my head no, slightly. I guess he did eat that guy. Oh God. Does he think I wanna eat him?
I should probably get far away from him, but I can't shake this weird feeling. I still feel like I need to talk to him, or something.Â
Before I know it, I'm moving to follow him, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"Could you tell anything? In the store?" I blurt out, not thinking before speaking. My question doesn't make much sense. What I meant to say more coherently was if he could tell that I sensed him, or if he felt the weird feeling that I felt, too.Â
Still, he pauses, and half-turns around to look at me. "I smelled you. In the store. I didn't know I could do that," I say again, trying to save myself. Trying to tell him I'm different, too.
Again, he just stares. The same menacing, yet studying, stare.
"I'm, uh, going west for awhile, and I got dumped here by the train. I just stole dinner because, well, I don't have any money," I drone on, attempting to fill the awkward silence, and maybe allude to us being some sort of alliance. Â "You're not local either, I guess?"
"Why does that matter?" he quickly responds, almost in a mumble.
I pause for a moment. He's defensive, and I'm not sure what to say. But, at least he said something. It's quiet before I speak again.
"That was nice, what you did for that mom in there," I say, changing the subject and attempting to be friendly, searching for any sort of camaraderie.
Silence, again. Staring, again. He looks confused more than anything. His expression clearly reads Why are you talking to me?
"I'm eighteen, if you're wondering," I add on. I need him to know I'm really on my own, and I'm an adult. I nervously fiddle with the hem of my shorts.
"I was gonna guess younger," he says, in his same mumble tone. Man of few words.
"Thanks," I reply, looking down at the ground, unsure of what to say again. He turns his head and spits on the ground in front of him.
"I don't usually talk to anyone after. I don't actually meet many others. Sorta glad not to," he speaks again, turning on his heel and approaching a blue pick-up truck. His words were so quiet, I almost didn't hear him. He's definitely on the run.
"Yeah, I get that," I say to his now turned back, my feet moving to catch up to him. He reaches into the truck through the open window and unlocks it, clicking open the door. "Except, I'm not really like you. I don't... eat."
He pauses, half-turning again. Staring, again, his puzzled look returning. I stop in my tracks in front of him.
"I can just, sorta, tell when someone does. I knew someone else who did. My sister. So, I'm cool. I understand."
"Huh," he huffs out, his jaw twinged a bit in curiosity. He thought that I was an eater. So, he did feel something. "Still, I'm just saying. I'm not an asshole."
He turns back around and fully opens the car door, starting to put his bag on the seat. We're both silent. He's running, and I'm not sure I can get him to take me with him. I do get it, really. There's not much I can do. Maybe I shouldn't get myself into this mess, anyway.
"You should probably go, anyway. Up close you can see blood," I say, half in defeat, and half in genuinely trying to help.
He turns his head again and gives me a scoff-like expression, almost like a smirk. Like he thinks I might be a little over the top.
"We're fine," he says, and then turns back around, shuffling through his bag.
I look down, and then around at the street and the store, hesitant of what to do. I realize that it's basically dark, and I still don't have a place to sleep. God.
"No, I'm really not sure I am," I respond, semi-absentmindedly, still looking around. I'm worried, now. I might have to sleep next to the dead guy in the building tonight.
He turns to me again. He's put on his shirt and is pulling on the floral one. He looks around for a moment, like he's thinking of saying something he doesn't really want to. There's a hint of sympathy on his face, but mostly reluctance.
"Do you want to get in? For a minute?" he says, his eyes on me now, his finger pointed at the truck.
I look up at him, surprised. He was definitely just trying to get me to get the hell away from him a minute ago. I nod at him slightly, appreciative. His expression is softer now, which I much prefer than the scary one. It looks more like the one he had back in the store.
He then hops into the driver's seat of the truck, and I quickly walk around to the passenger side. He shuts his door and leans his arm up on the edge, looking out the window. I get in next to him, shut the door, and look around the truck.
It's a nice Ford truck, with a bench seat and an FM radio. He averts his gaze from the window to inside, specifically at the glove compartment in front of me. He moves his arm to open it up, his other hand on the wheel. He cracks it open and it makes a loud noise, and his hand brushes up against my knee. He moves it quickly.
He shuffles through the small compartment and pulls out a few pieces of paper, and then holds them up in front of him.
"Barry Cook. 5278 Route 13. Centerville, Indiana. Hm," he reads. His registration?
"Wait, is this your car?" I ask, a little concerned.
"No. It's the guy's," he says, pointing again towards the building with his head. Jesus, stealing his car? I'm still getting used to the fact that he ate him.
"Well, this truck is his. You can't just take it," I say, turned towards him. There's a little bit of urgency in my tone. A little bit of worry, too.
"Everyone's got their rules. That's not one of my rules," he replies, still studying the paper.
I sit back in the seat, a little bit taken aback. I guess there's not much else you can do to that guy. He's gone now.
"What are you gonna do now?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"Go to house, probably," he says, looking up from the paper and out at the road.
"His house?"
"Yeah, he didn't have any pictures in his wallet. I think I'll be alright."
"You took his wallet, too?"
"I didn't take his wallet, I took the money out of the wallet. Eight bucks," he says, doing the smirk-scoff again. "I chucked the wallet in the creek back there."
He shuffles some more in his bag. I look around again, still taken aback. I can't be judgmental. I live on the rocks, too. I knew how my sister was. It was something that she couldn't fight off doing. I'm surprised now, but I'd probably be doing some of the same bad things in a couple months time. I never thought I'd ever steal, and look where I'm at now.
I scan outside a little more, considering if I should take the risk and go with him. I mean, he is who he is and does what he does. I don't know if I'm safe. I don't even know his name. I should probably be really scared that he'll kidnap me and eat me, and normally I would be, but somehow, something inside of me is telling me that he won't. And I can't deny that feeling. I also really don't want to sleep outside.
"Do you feel it?" he asks abruptly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I whip my head towards him. Is he a mindreader too?Â
He's staring down at the steering wheel, jaw clenched, the red in his hair barely visible in the dark. I take in the question for a second, looking at him. He does.
"Yeah, I do. If you're talking about what I think you are."
He sucks on his teeth, and nods slightly. I search his face for some kind of resolution, like he might know what it is.
"I thought you were like me, but you're not. You're different," he says, still looking down, "I've never met anyone like that. Like you."
My heart flutters in my chest a little bit. He doesn't know. So, then what is it?
"I don't know what it is," I say, looking down at my lap now, suddenly a bit shy. Something about the conversation felt vulnerable, now. I remembered again that I still don't know his name. I look up at him once more. "I'm y/n."
He looks up at me. The shadow of his strong nose casts on his face.
"I'm Lee."
Lee. I like that name.
I felt the need to explain myself to him, why I was out here. I still feel weird at how little we know about each other. He's still looking over at me.
"I'm out here by choice. I ran away from home, in Florida," I say, looking out the windshield momentarily. "Just some fucked up family shit. Sort of has to do with my sister. It's a lot. But it's been a few weeks, and I'm already up here."
Lee looks down at his lap, nodding.
"I get that."
Its quiet again for a moment.
"I thought my sister was the only one," I say, breaking the silence, "Until now." Lee's gaze flickers over to me for a second. "I don't know if I should be surprised, or not."
"There's a lot of us," he says, sullenly. He picks his head up and looks outside again. I feel bad. I can't imagine being in his shoes. I knew what it was like for my sister, and I would never wish that on any being. Let alone 'a lot' of beings.
A wave of tiredness hits me, and I'm reminded again of sleep. I should probably ask Lee if I can stay with him before assuming I can. He's only agreed to let me sit in here with him.
"Hey, do you think you could help me?" I say, and his gaze shifts forward, out the windshield, like he's listening. "I'm new at all this, and, I'm all alone out here. Maybe, I could just, come with you for awhile. Wherever you go. I don't care."
I watch his reaction as his jaw twinges again, like he's thinking, but leaning towards no. But, he's still thinking.
"Look, I won't try to mess with you, I promise. I'll stay away and let you do, you know. I'm not gonna tell anyone or freak out or anything. I understand," I say, almost desperately.
He sighs, and then picks up the guy's hat from earlier off the seat, and puts it on. He turns the key in the ignition, and starts the car.
"You said west?" he asks, and my stomach leaps in relief. I can't help but let out a small smile. He looks over at me for just a moment and sees my expression.
"Thank you," I say, sincerely. I relax a little bit, and realize that I'd been tensed up for sometime. I have a place to sleep now.
"We're going to this guy's house first. And then I'm on the road," he says, starting to slowly pull out of the parking lot.
"Okay," I reply, nodding. I'm a little bit creeped that it's a dead guy's house, but I'm ready to get used to it. I already was at one point in my life. If I'm gonna stick around, I better do it again.
Lee stops at the street, looks both ways, and then turns right down the road. I look out the window. It's crazy the difference in scenery when you're walking versus driving. I'm appreciating it much more in the car. This truck definitely beats walking.
The windows are down, and a slight wind blows through my hair. Another small slice of heaven moment. I close my eyes, letting the cool air and street lamplight cascade over me.
I open them again, and then look over at Lee, his eyes concentrated on road ahead of him. I stare for a second, maybe a little bit longer than I intend to, and I start to see a smirk spread across his mouth. He laughs, just a little bit. He can tell I'm looking at him.
I can't help but smile slightly and laugh, too. I turn my attention back out the window. Maybe we will be friends. I hope we can be.
I shut my eyes again, seeing if I can doze off. The seat is comfortable, and car ride will probably be long. I listen to the summer breeze outside and crickets chirping, and it's enough to almost send me off.
I peek my eyes open one more time, and lean my head against the door. The side mirror is turned inward just enough so I can see Lee in the driver's seat. I watch for a second, and then see him turn his head towards me, once, twice, and then a third time.Â
He was looking at me. I don't think he knows I can see him.Â
I feel my cheeks getting hot slightly, and then close my eyes again. Another moment.Â
I think we might be friends.
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SIMON â GHOST â RILEY x GN CIVI READER
only pronouns used are you!! nicknames âlovieâ, âpretty little thingâ, âdarlingâ
Neighbor Simon PT. 1
PURE FLUFFFFF
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You sit across the man in silence, eyes staring intently at the cards fanned out in your hands. Your gaze scans the cards, then lazily lingers towards Simon. Heâs holding a dwindling number of cards in his large hands, staring expectantly at you. Thereâs a grin pulling at his lips, a rather mocking look swirling around in his eyes as he raises a brow. âSomething the matter, lovie?â He almost coos out.
You breathe lightly, grunting gently as you shift in your spot. Your brow crinkles, a soured look crawling onto your features as you rolled your eyes, âSmug prickâŠâ You mutter back under your breath, motioning towards his card deck. âYouâve got to be cheating somehow, Si.â You added with a huff.
âYeah, or maybe youâre just shit at the game, lovie?â He quips but quickly motions to the deck placed in the middle of you thatâs still pretty hefty. âPlus, youâve got time to bounce back.â He assured, a smile quirking at the edges of his lips as he peers back towards his cards.
Youâre sat in the floor, legs curled comfortably underneath your body. You look natural sitting at the coffee table in the middle of Simonâs living roomâ he, however, does not. His hulking figure hunched over, his lower back flush against the couch, one arm propped over the cushions. Heâs always looked large in any context, but he looks like an absolute giant sitting here now. It almost made you laugh when he sat with you, but you were able to hold it in.
Thereâs a bowl of chips to the left on the coffee table where the cards are, itâs the brand he knows you enjoyâ something you werenât sure youâd fully mentioned. He mustâve figured it out from when youâd first met, in the empty halls of your shared apartment complex at 2:30 in the morning. It was a rather normal night, lazily trudging in from your shift at the bar you worked at. Youâd stopped at the corner store thatâs about a five minute walk from the complex to get your weekends dinner (four bags of chips, some sodas, ice cream and a whopping three frozen pizzas, one for each day off) in preparation for the first shiftless few days in gods knew how long. You were tired, barely even able to keep your eyes open as you stomped your way down the hallwayâ even now youâre surprised by the fact that youâd somehow managed to miss and consequently bump into someone as ridiculously massive and loomingly intimidating as Simon.
Youâd quite literally crashed into him, a dazed âoofâ escaping your lips as the bags in your arms fell. The sounds of crinkling plastic, rustling paper, breaking chips, thudding ice cream against the floor and then his hands reaching out, wrapping around your forearms to stabilize you. You canât be sure but youâre almost positive youâd blushed as embarrassment blossomed across your features, a stuttering mess as you choked out an apology, a laughed off excuse of, âOh, shitâ I amâ Iâm so sorry. I justâ.. Iâm exhausted. I swear I didnâtâ honestly, I didnât even see you, I justâ I wasnât watching where I was going.â Youâd laughed out, not even realizing your hands still being on his arms, and his on yours.
He nodded to you, âSâalright. Really.â Heâd assured. His touch finally fell from you, eyes shifting your face, âTrust me, faced much worse than a pretty little thing like you runninâ into me⊠youâre alright, though?â Heâd asked, there was a look of concern on his features, but not a trace of anger.
Heâd helped you pick up your items, carry them back home even, told you to watch out and not run into anyone else in the complex and then he mentioned that he lived a floor above you, and that he might see you around. That was⊠six months ago, roughly. This was the first youâd been in his homeâ you couldnât help the way your eyes wondered when youâd first entered the space. How could they not? Simonâs been this sort of⊠mysterious entity that entered your life and weaved his way in and out of it. Youâd see him maybe once a week, twice if you were luckyâ always quick, short conversation before he had to make an exit. Itâs very⊠neat, tidy. Not that youâd expected anything less. Your eyes lingered, taking in my surroundings in silence. He has a nice couch, black sectional. His TV sits on a small table that has shelves underneath it, inside are some DVDs, and you think those areâŠ. Maybe photo albums or something like that? He has a bookshelf as well, thereâs rows and rows of books. Some of the shelves have a few knicknacks on them, but nothing really stands out. Itâs plain, but still cohesive and somehow invitingâ it must be the smallest details he added in. The ones that feel like afterthoughts but still aid to the overall comfort of the space, the lamp in the corner of the room that drowns the both of you in this yellowy-orange glow, the throw over the back of the couch and the small pillows on it. The rug underneath us, the essential oil diffuser that lets out the smell of sandalwood and vanilla.
The reality was; despite the six months of knowing him, you really didnât know much about him but that didnât change the fact that you felt oddly comfortable with him. The only thing you could guess was that he was militaryâ many people in the building were, the building conveniently close enough to base to become something like home, a cheap place to lay their heads down that wasnât on base. Simon didnât offer that information, though and youâd never pressed to ask him. At the start of your friendship with the man, conversations were usually short, not very deep or meaningful but there were quick bits of information youâd told each other that could be considered more than a quick chat. Then, you asked if he wanted to watch a movie with you and time together became more frequent. He started suggesting cardsâ despite the limited knowledge you had, you said yes.
Your lack of understanding of usual card games was quickly caught on to, and you two had decided that the only logical conclusion was to play Go Fish, instead. Each time one of you âgot a fishâ, so to speak, you were granted a question. Simon had made it a game as a way to satisfy your curiosity about him and youâd just decided to play along, answering his questions, too.
Your eyes scanned your cards, humming gentlyâ your impending failure was sticking in the back of your mind as you thought. âGot any⊠4âs?â You questioned, brows raising as your eyes shifted towards Simonâs face.
Simon grunted, shifting in his spot before tossing the card down between you. He was always that way, annoyed that youâd gotten one over on him despite being so far ahead. He watched you, waiting expectantly for your question.
You eyed him for a moment. There was a slightly annoyed look on his features but it dissipated as your gaze swept over him, âDo⊠you miss home when youâre gone?â You asked hesitantly. The topic of his absences were usually met with, âask something elseâ, or something along those lines. You knew it was a risky question, but still, you pushed a bit.
Simon thought for a moment, head tilting to one side and then the other as he took a moment of silence. There was something a little bit tenser about this silence than most we shared, âNo, I guess not.â He replied simply.
âReally?â You questioned, brows furrowing as you sat up a bit straighter. âYou donât miss home when youâre gone, not even a little bit? Youâre gone⊠all of the time. You never miss home?â
He huffed, shrugging a shoulder loosely as he looked back at his cards, âGuess this doesnât really feel like home.â His voice holds no emotion, thereâs not a twitch in his expression or a look flashing across his face as his eyes shift back to his cards. âAny 7âs?â
I watched intently, studying him as he answered. He gave no indication of anything with the answerâ usually, he didnât. It was hard to read Simon, easy to misinterpret his words or even feel like he wasnât interested in them. You purse your lips, looking through the cards in your hands. Slender fingers push their way through the cards, manicured nails pinching the edges of the card before pulling it out to place it on the table and slide it across, towards the man sitting opposite of you.
Simon nodded happily at your surrender of the card with a smile as he pulled it closer, stacking it aside. He then looked to you again, thinking for a moment. It was his turn to question now. âDo you miss home?â He questioned, a playful edge to the wordsâ a âso thereâ subtleness to it..
You grinned, humming gently as you looked down to your hands, brows raising. The fact that you werenât from the UK was clearâ your accent was heavily American but it wasnât something youâd talked to Simon about. âAh, got me there, huh?â Your gaze shifted back towards his eyes with a huffed laugh. My lips pursed, brows furrowing lightly, âI⊠guess so, yeah. Sometimes.â I sighed gently, shoulders lifting a bit. âDidnât know itâd be so lonely. I meanâ... I moved far but⊠thatâs not something you prepare for, I donât think. How easy it is to slip away from human interaction when you have to make a conscious effort into maintaining it but at the same time.â Your head lifts again, eyes meeting Simonâs as a smile spreads across your lips, âBut I also think itâs important to be alone with yourself sometimes⊠other people can become noise very easily, take you away from whatâs important.â
Simon hums gently at your answer, eyes drinking you in. Thereâs an intenseness to the way he listensâ like heâs hanging on every word. Heâs silent as you go on your rant, curiosity flashing at your last sentiment â.. And whatâs that?â
âTo be happy.â You reply simply, as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world.
Simon smiles, looking back to his cards to keep himself from staring at you the way he wants toâ what a simple philosophy, was the only thing he could think to himself, there was something that screamed innocence about it. The way he actually wanted that for you, the way he wanted something so easy and simple for someone who was already so kind and sweet. âThatâs a good way to look at it.â He tells you quietly, unable to keep himself from thinking about the words uttered from those pretty lips of yours. âDo you have any 2âs?â He asks softly.
Your face twists, nose scrunching up as you utter out a defeated, âGo fishâ under your breath. You fling your arm out dramatically, yanking a card up to huddled into the bunch in your hand. Thereâs a look of annoyance at the loss you havenât even faced yet. Simon studies you for a moment, looking away as he thought of his question to ask.
You watch him, brows raising as he fell silent. His eyes lingered on the table, features even but mind clearly working. He looked like maybe he was contemplating, like he wanted to ask something but wasnât sure. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed, he shifted a bit as his gaze met yours, âWould you like to go to dinner with me?â He questioned, words even and nonchalant.
You paused, brows furrowing. âWhat, likeââ Your head tilted, blinking heavily as your brows shot up, âYou mean likeâ like a date?â
He nods, chuckling at the confusion blossoming onto your features. The sound booms in his chest, head shaking as he replies, âMhm, like a date. Thereâs a nice restaurant we could go to... opened up a few weeks ago, Ivâeard good things about it.â Thereâs a sort of fizzling at the end of his words, like heâs nervous you might say no.
You smiled, nodding slowly as you took in and settled on the idea of it, âI meanâ yeahâŠ. Okay, Simon. That sounds⊠yes. Iâll go with you to dinner.â You agreed happily, the bubbling of excitement brewing in your stomach as you shifted in your spot a bit.
He smiled back, nodding. âGreat⊠tomorrow, then. Iâll stop by your flat at⊠6:45?â
âSounds good to me.â You told him softly, âIâll have to wear something extra cute, huh?â
âWear whatever âya want, darling. Youâll look good in anything⊠now, letâs get back to the game. I believe I was kicking your ass?â
You glared, scoffing as you rolled your eyes. âRight⊠whatever⊠any 9âs?â
#call of duty#cod modern warfare#cod mw22#cod mwii#cod x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#ghost cod#ghost x reader
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Touches Pt.3
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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader
WARNING: SMUT/18+/FOOD PLAY
Part 1 - Part 2
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Hermiones P.O.V:
I anxiously stood in front of HoneyDukes, waiting for Y/n to arrive, she's ten minutes late.
What if she decided to not come?
Did I push her into something she doesn't want?
Oh Merlin-
"Sorry I'm late! I had a run in with Hagrid and he was telling me about a new creature he found"
I turn to find Y/n walking up to me with a soft smile, her cheeks and nose are red from the cold air.
"Have you been waiting long?" She asks and I quickly shake my head.
"N-No...I can't believe you came" I whisper with a small smile and she gives me a confused look.
"Did you think I wouldn't?" She asks and I pause for a moment, unsure of my answer.
"Hermione..." she trails as she leans down next to my ear.
"I don't pleasure just any girl" she whispers and my face heats up at the comment.
"Shh!" I whisper back and she giggles into my ear, pulling me into a warm hug.
"Granger, I was literally whispering" she laughs out and I sigh, melting into her embrace.
It feels...right.
"Come on, it's cold out here. I'll buy you something hot and sweet...like you" Y/n winks as she pulls away and grabs my hand.
My finger link with hers as she pulls me into the shop, her eyes light up at all the choices.
I giggle as she pulls me to a secluded corner with a row of candies that had caught her eye.
"Hm...Pink Coconut Ice and Black Pepper Imps? That gives me an idea..." she whispers, a form of mischief in her eyes.
"What is going through your mind?" I ask and she gives me a sheepish smile. Y/n leans down to my ear and her breath hits my ear lobe, making me shiver.
"Something for us to try later" she chuckles and my face heats up once more.
"Come on, I'm buying" she says as she pulls me around the store again.
After an hour of perusing the shop, we left with two bags full of different candies and drinks for us to try.
"Ready for cavities?" Y/n asks and I giggle.
"I don't think my parents would be very proud of me" I laugh and she smiles, holding out her arm. I take it and she pulls me into her.
"I won't let you get cavities, but I'll gladly eat the rest if you won't" she giggles and I hum, watching the side of her face.
"Come on!" I laugh as we rush back to the castle.
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We sat on the bed of the room of requirement, the candies and drinks sprawled between us.
"Are you really going to eat that?" I ask as she pulls out a jelly slug.
"Does the movement gross you out?" She jokes as a she hold out the candy, is squirms slowly in her hand.
I shudder at the sight and push away her hand, a loud laugh echos through the room and I smile widely.
Y/n eats the gummy and looks back down at the pile, my eyes travels down the line of sugar to two boxes.
"Why did you buy these?" I ask as I hold up the two boxes.
"You want to skip the candies to find out?" She asks, her devilish smile returning.
My face burns as dirty thoughts that enter my mind.
"A-Alight" I whisper as she quickly swept the sweets back into the bags.
"May I?" Y/n asks as her hand is held out for the boxes.
She takes a candy from both boxes and holds them out.
"Which one?" She asks and I gently take the pink one, popping it into my mouth.
Instantly the taste of coconut invades my tastebuds, but the feeling of coldness spreads around my mouth.
It feels like eating a box of mints and then drinking ice cold water.
"Open your mouth Granger" she whispers and I do, my steamy breath exhaling from my lips.
"Pink Coconut Ice, turns your mouth into a icy glacier" she laughs, popping her own candy into her mouth.
Her face scrunched as black smoke escapes her mouth.
"God, it's feels like I ate a jar of jalapeños" she coughs out and I giggle.
Y/n sticks out her tongue and it's black with red cracks that had small flames coming from it.
Suddenly she pushes me down into the bed, into a steamy kiss, quite literally.
The ice and fire that replaced our tongues causes steam to erupt from our noses. The sound of popping is muffled in our mouths as my tongue fights Y/n's.
When we pull apart, our tongues have returned to normal and a single string of saliva still connected us.
I feel her fingertips ghost my thighs as she pulls a pink candy from the box beside my head.
Her fingers disappear from my thigh and rise up to slowly remove my shirt.
"No bra again? I'm starting to think you don't own one" she giggles as steam flows out from her mouth.
"The first time was an accident" I argue and her chuckle turns dark, her lips attack my neck.
I gasp at the cold lick. Goosebumps rise over my body as her tongue trails down to my breasts.
"So you don't wear one for me? Naughty girl"
Her lips sucks my nipple harshly as her icy mouth licks and nibbles on it, I moan loudly into the empty room.
My fingers slip through her hair as I shut my eyes in pleasure. Her body pushes my legs apart as she removes her mouth from my breast.
As she descends, my pants and underwear are pulled off and my entrance is exposed and eager for the girl in front me.
"Are you ready for my experiment?" She asks and I look down to her, the Black Pepper candy is held between her fingers.
I could feel my entrance quiver at the sight of her hungry mouth, I nod and watch as she eats the candy.
Black smoke erupts from her mouth once again, as she leans towards my core.
She slowly pushes her tongue into me and I gasp loudly, arching my back.
The heat from her tongue turns my vision blurry, my moans escape me with no problem.
The feeling of Y/n humming as her tongue vibrates inside me, makes my eyes rolls into the back of my head.
My back arches from the bed again as my legs wrap around the girls head.
Her fingers reach up and starts to rub and flick my clit harshly.
"I going to-" I'm cut off as a loud moan escapes me again, the knot in my stomach tightening.
"Y-Y/n!" I scream, my legs shaking violently as white spots take over my vision.
I came into Y/n's mouth, her tongue makes a popping and sizzling sound as she cleans me up gently.
It's quiet as I catch my breath, I feel a hand intertwine with mine and I open my eyes to see Y/n looking over me.
"Open your mouth"
I slowly open it and a string of spit falls from her lips and into my mouth.
Coconut and myself swirl in my mouth.
"Good girl"
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Gay banter (they're gay and they banter), wound care, unannounced family visits
Soap and ghost were on a mission in glasgow that ended up hoing south, and fast. Intel was shit, exfil is gone, safehouses are compromised.
Soap's bleeding from somewhere on his side, and quite possibly has a dislocated shoulder. Ghost for sure has a few broken ribs, and whatever else he's hiding.
They're on the run and after a while, once they think they've lost their tail, they stop in a convenience store.
The guy at the counter watches as they stumble in, collecting bandaids and butterfly strips, they even found a sewing kit, and some alcohol wipes to go with. Ghost goes to the fridges, grabs a couple bags of peas, and three bottles of water. They dump their items on the counter, and as the cashier is ringing them up Soap snags a sleeve of crackers and a roll of duct tape and puts them on the counter as well. He's distantly aware that he's making a mess on the floor.
Soap asks them for the direction to the bathroom, they pointed to the back corner behind them, and hands them a key. Soap throws them a thanks, and Ghost follows them to the bathroom.
He closes and locks the door behind them with a sigh. Ghost helps his remove his gear, tossing it in the corner, and sits him on the floor. He positions himself as soap's shoulder, and gives him one of his gloves.
"On three. Ready?" It's a courtesy ask, soap's aware of that, but he nods anyway.
"One." Soap breathes.
CRACK
Ghost reset his shoulder without any more warning than that. Soap groans in pain. Right bastard didn't even get to two, and soap tells him as much. Ghost shrugs unbothered, as he pulls the sewing kit, and the box of alcohol wipes closer.
Soap pulls the side of his shirt up, and Ghost pauses, inspecting the wound. Then he shoved the kit away, and pulled the butterfly strips to him.
"It's not too deep, I'll butterfly it for now." He hums, ripping open an alcohol wipe, and wiping the dirt and grime from away from the area. Soap would be lying if he said it didn't sting a little bit when the wipe got a little too close to the wound.
Then Ghost was ducking down to apply the strips. Soap tried not to let his breath hitch when he felt Ghost's breath ghost (heh) over his skin. The man, thankfully(?), interpreted it as pain, and whispered a quiet sorry. Soap swallowed.
"S'fine, how're your ribs feelin'?" Anything to distract him from how close Ghost was.
"Sore. I'll ice 'em."
"Want me to check, when you're done?" Ghost grunted an affirmative against his skin. It made his stomach tighten. "Lemme check your eyes too. Saw you get knocked in the head." He winced as Ghost pulled the edges of his wound closed a little too tightly.
"What, Think I can't take a little bump to the head, Johnny?" Soap can hear the grin on his face.
"S'exactly it, sir." Ghost poked him in the rib at that.
"Be nice, I'm injured." Ghost fake pouted as he finished putting the last strip on, and gently pressed a bandaid over top of them.
"yuh huh. let's get your gear of, ya big baby." soap rolled his eyes, beginning to undo buckles and straps, helping Ghost pull his vest off and dumping it with his own gear.
Ghost grabbed the hem of his hoodie, and yanked them up in one fell swoop. Soap's breath caught in his throat at the sight.
purpley-reds, and blackish-blues painted Ghost's skin just beneath the surface, covering a thick swathe of toned muscle with just enough fat to make him look plush. his eyes followed the faint river lines streamed out from the waist band of the man's jeans and just peaked out from beneath his shirt.
"think I'll live, doc?" Ghost huffed, startling him out of his stupor. Focus, MacTavish, you're helping the man, not ogling him. he shucked his own gloves, and brought a hand up to feel across the bruising patch of skin. he started at the first rib and worked his way up, applying gentle but firm pressure along each bone, front to back.
Ghost's breathing stuttered a little the further he worked his way into the bruises, and he let out a hiss under his breathe any time Soap hit a particularly tender spot. Soap suspected a few were fractured, and a ton more bruised, but he felt no unnatural shifting, so that was good. it meant none of them were broken, so at the very least they didn't have to worry about any punctured lungs.
"well they're not broken, so that's good." he said, standing up and grabbing his flashlight from his discarded vest. he did a quick pupil check, and finger follow. Ghost seemed to respond well enough and his eyes dilated the same, so while he couldn't totally rule out a concussion, he didn't think it was of too much concern if he did have one.
"how's it look?"
"well I got good news and bad news. good news, I'm ninety percent sure i know where we are and I can get us a place for the night. bad new is I think you'll live." soap grinned
"Oi, I could write you up for that."
"yeah? lookin' like a dishonorable discharge, sir?" he laughed, offering a hand to help the lieutenant up.
"exactly." Ghost said, taking his hand.
soap helps tape one of the bags of frozen peas to Ghost's ribs, and helps him back into his vest. Ghost helps him into his own vest, and affixes the other bag of frozen veggies to his shoulder. then they're limping out the bathroom and out the front door of the convenient store.
"think we can shim a car? it's kinda far to walk."
it's just their luck that they round the corner to find an unattended motorcycle sitting innocently alone.
soap's quick to hotwire the thing and jump on. Ghost mentions riding with a bad shoulder, but soap wins the argument by pointing out his ribs and the fact that he doesn't know where they're going. the man grumbles a reluctant agreement, then they're off, speeding down winding roads in the dead of night.
thirty minutes later soap's cutting the engine, and walking them up the driveway of a nice house, just outside the heart of glasgow. they dismount and soap raps quickly at the door. a light flicks on somewhere in the house, it's another minute before anything else happens.
"Mindy? its me." Soap calls, the door opens slowly. "sorry. didn't know where else to go, it'll just be for the night. please." soap suddenly feels the weight of his relief like a punch to the gut.
Mindy opens the door fully, and ushers them in. "just for the night." she says, leading them to what must be a spare bedroom. "need anything? help yourself to the kitchen, first aid's under the sink."
"Thank you, Mindy. I mean that."
she nods he head, exiting the room, closing the door behind her. the room, just a simple, full size bed, and an adjoining half-bath, was nice. quaint for lack of a better word.
"wanna fill me in?" Ghost asks, confusion coloring his voice.
"my sister, Mindy. does work like us, more local, and works private, it's dangerous. we had a... falling out a few years ago, but... we had an agreement before that. If either of us shows up at the other's doorstep, no questions asked, as long as is needed." soap supplies, leaving out the nitty-gritty details. "wasn't sure it still applied to me, but here we are." he shrugs.
might make a part 2
#ghost was not inspecting the wound. he was infact gay panicking#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#soapghost#ghostsoap#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#soap has a sister#el rambles
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Hi i had this idea of a short oc and idols BTS. Where they meet during the concert prep and OC is super strong and can whistle like a pro. Not the normal whislte though the one with fingers and is very loud
Here you go! I hope this is okay.
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It was coming towards the end of your first week as a member of the styling team for BTS. Between having to lay out the clothes and help dress seven members for multiple performances, interviews, fan meets, photo shoots, and TWO music video shoots you were exhausted. The stress of all of this was starting to get to you. It didnât help that the boys seemed to like to give you a hard time. A showing of love and acceptance according to one of the more senior stylists, but you saw it as they were testing the waters to see just how much youâd let them get away with.
Lucky for them you were pretty easy going and had more patience than most.
Thatâs why you didnât even flinch when Jungkook âaccidentallyâ popped off two buttons on his dress shirt five minutes before an interview causing you to sew so fast the needle pricked your finger countless times.
Or when Hobi stole all of your style plans and turned them into little origami swans leaving you having to guess who was wearing what to where for the whole day.
OR when Taehyung sat there watching and even recording as Yeontan happily chewed away on one of Jinâs shoes he needed for a photoshoot leaving you to have to run to the nearest store to purchase a new pair in panic.
You kept reminding yourself that today was the final day and then you were off for a few. The boys just had this final interview which should be easy enough to get through so you put the finishing touches on their outfits before standing back admiring your work. They could be annoying, but damn they were handsome.
Then you saw it. Their manager walked in carrying trays of drinks and bags of donuts as a quick breakfast since theyâre all that was open. You looked at the boys standing there in their crisp all white outfits and your heart stopped.
Jungkook picked up a donut that was particularly heavy on the chocolate frosting and he smirked in your direction as he took as big a bite as he could. Frosting falling to the floor.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Namjoon going for a jelly filled one. It seemed like it was in slow motion, but you watched as a little glob of raspberry jelly fell from the donut landing directly in the middle of Yoongiâs thigh leaving a bright red stain. He jumped up waiving his hands trying to find a towel, but in the process knocked over his iced americano causing the liquid to spill all over the back of Jimin who was sitting on the carpet next to him unaware of what had just happened.
Jimin jumped up thanks to the ice cold drink running down his spine. Thinking that Yoongi dumped the drink on him on purpose he grabbed the nearest donut he could, a strawberry filled with pink frosting and sprinkles, and smeared it all over the front of Yoongiâs shirt.
Before you could even react Yoongi grabbed a drink from the table, matcha of course, and tried throwing it at Jimin. But thanks to Jimins quick reflexes he ducked, the drink completely missing him and instead landing all over Jinâs white pants.
Today was supposed to be easy. Today was supposed to be simple. Youâd had enough of these guys shenanigans and were tired of them making your job difficult. You were going to set them straight.
All seven members were bickering back and forth. The other stylists trying to do damage control and save what they could. You on the other hand took a deep breath before placing two fingers in your mouth and whistling as strongly and loudly as you possibly could. Something youâd learned from your mom when you were younger.
Immediately everyone in the room froze and looked at you with wide eyes. âHow did that sound come out of her? Sheâs so tiny?â, Jin whispered.
Jungkook gently placed Yoongi back on the floor, Hobi dropped the cinnamon sugar donut he was trying to stuff into Namjoonâs mouth, Taehyung smacked Jiminâs hand away when he tried to dump the last little drop of coffee onto Jin. Bang PD even sat up a little straighter.
âAlright listen. Iâm done playing these games. You are all grown men so start acting like it. No more making things difficult or I swear on everything that I will make you regret it. Because I will spend every day hoping and wishing that each one of you wakes up feeling like there is a pebble in your shoe. Whenever you walk anywhere there will just be a tiny little annoying feeling on the bottom of your foot, but when you take off your shoe? Bam! Nothing is there. But you will still feel it.â
Jungkook started to snort at your odd threat, but Yoongi quickly smacked his shoulder to shut him up.
You continued, âUnderstood? Good! Now letâs clean up and then remove any of your clothes that are stained and weâll replace them with what we can. Thereâs only fifteen minutes until your interview so letâs hurry up.â
As quickly as possibly the boys cleaned up their mess while the make-up artists and stylists tried to salvage what they could.
Thankfully the interview went great. The guys looked presentable. Not what youâd imagined, but not the worst youâd ever seen them look either. The guys all apologized for the way they had been acting and promised it wouldnât happen any more. They even had dinner delivered from your favorite restaurant as a peace offering.
As you were packing up the last of your belongings and making your way to your car you found a very disgruntled looking Namjoon standing in the hallway. He had two fingers in his mouth and was blowing so hard you thought he might pass out. When he noticed you giving him a concerning look he awkwardly chuckled, âY/N, please teach me how to whistle like that. That was amazing. I could really use it. Iâve been trying for hours, but I just canât get it.â
You giggled before motioning for him to follow you offering to give him a lesson.
#bts#bts fanfic#bts x reader#namjoon#jin#yoongi#jimin#jungkook#jhope#taehyung#bangtan#bts fluff#bts fic#bts army#bts crack
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A gentle person ?
You find boys scary until you met Muichiro. You were only comfortable around him and him only. Not that he didn't mind, though. đ
Warning : Language, a bit of nsfw.
Please read at your own risk đ
The bell rang as you watched the students all hurry to the classrooms. You walked slowly as you saw tons of groups of boys all surrounding the classroom. You were nervous as you watched them hit each others back and laugh with them. You couldn't even walk past them until you felt a gentle hand stroke your back gently, when you turned back to see who it was, to your horror, it was a boy.
He noticed you were scared, so he immediately withdrew his hand back and tilted his head, indicating what was wrong or what was bothering you. You bit your lips as you looked at him nervously. You couldn't help but notice how quiet he is and how he never spoke a word at all. Not to mention his eyes were minty green but blue-ish at the same time. His hair was also quite long for a boy, but he had it tied up in a pony tail. After awhile, his hand waved near your face and snapped you out of your thoughts.
" ... Are you okay ? "
he asked gently as he looked at you with a stoic expression. It was like as if time had stopped itself for that moment as the students' noises of talking and running had all disappeared. You nodded slowly as you observed his every action. He then patted your head slowly so as not to get you afraid of him, it somehow worked as you felt a bit more comfortable being around him though.
You then followed behind him back to class as you safely got back to your seat before class began and was glad that you made it back safely without being bothered by the boys surrounding the class door. During the lesson, you could not focus at all as you kept thinking about how you felt for the boy that had helped you and why you were more comfortable around him compared to other boys.
Class ended as you proceeded to pack your bag, but suddenly, you craved for ice cream. The weather was so perspiring that your uniform was kind of drenched in sweat. You were a bit embarrassed because you were also on your period, and there was a blood stain on your skirt. You sighed as you ravaged your bag to see if you have got any extra clothing to cover it, it was just then when you saw the same boy holding his track jacket for you so that you can cover it.
You thanked him profusely as you accepted it and wrapped it around your waist to cover the stain on your skirt. He also gently took your hand in his as he led you to a store near the school that sells pads. He then asked which one you would want and bought it for you before handing it to you.
When you came out of the toilet, you nervously asked him,
" Uhmm...what's your name..? "
He looked at you for awhile before saying
" Muichiro "
You hesitated for a moment but found the courage to speak
" Thank you, Muichiro, would you like me to buy ice cream for you..? The weather is quite hot.. "
He slowly nodded as he followed you to the ice cream shop and pointed at the flavour he would like to have. You nodded as you went over to order for both of your ice creams. You hesitated as you saw the ice cream vendor was a guy, and you stood there frozen solid as he waited for your order. Muichiro saw this and went to help you, grabbing you by the waist as he pulled you close to his body.
" We would like one strawberry and one vanilla, please. "
You were quite shocked by the suddenness, but you actually didn't mind at all. He was quiet, calm, cool, dashing, he was everything. You found yourself falling for him a little bit as you observed his face. His skin was quite pale, and his face had a tinted red hue on it, but you found it quite adorable and cute of him.
When the ice cream vendor got your orders ready, he handed Muichiro the ice cream as Muichiro then found a bench nearby to sit on. While you were eating your ice cream, some got on the corner of your mouth as you continued to eat. Muichiro saw as he tapped your shoulder and pointed at the corner of his lips.
" You got some ice cream here. "
He said as he watched you wipe the wrong side. He decided to ignore it and thought you would find out eventually after you finished eating. But when you did, you didn't notice at all. So he grabbed your waist gently as he pulled you closer to him as he licked the ice cream off your lips.
" There, now it's clean. "
Muichiro mumbled softly as he walked you home hand in hand. That same night, you couldn't stop thinking about him at all. Why did he do that ? Did you actually enjoy it for a brief moment ? Why did you let him do that ? Were you comfortable around him ? Were you comfortable around boys for the first time ?
A lot of questions ran through your head as you covered your face with the blanket as your face got warmer and warmer. You eventually fell asleep and stopped thinking about the complicated stuff and headed to dreamland.
The next morning, when you woke up, you sat up on the bed as you stretched your body and slowly got up to prepare yourself for the day. You put on your uniform and packed the clean tracksuit that Muichiro had lent you in a paper bag as you headed for school. Unfortunately, you ran into three boys on the way as they surrounded you saying
" Wanna ditch school and hang out with us, cutie ? "
" How about we grab a drink and have some fun somewhere in a deserted place ? "
" Why aren't you speaking ? Cat got your tongue ? "
" Bahahaha, I think she's mesmerised by us. We are just so handsome, aren't we ? "
You froze in place as you were shivering from head to toe, the cat indeed got your tongue as you couldn't speak a word. You had suddenly forgotten how to speak as you looked at them helplessly. One of them grabbed your wrist as they tried to drag you along with them.
" Oi, let her go, you fuckwards. "
You heard a voice that was familiar but was unfamiliar at the same time. You turned to see Muichiro standing behind you as he looked at the three boys with a menacing glare. He successfully scared the boys away as he looked at you with a gentle look of worry.
" Are you okay ? "
He asked you softly as he patted your head gently. You found yourself falling for him more as he was brave enough to stand up against three boys by himself for you. You nodded as you thanked him before handing him the paper bag.
At lunch break, you basically stuck to him like glue as you hid behind his back every time there was a boy near him or you. Not that he didn't mind, though. Occasionally, he would even hold your hand as he guided you back home. You would often think he was a gentleman for doing these for you.
But in his mind, all he had was obsession for you. He wanted you all to himself and was glad you were scared of men. So you didn't have to talk to them. He don't want you near any of them at all.
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IM SO SORRY FOR THE LAST PART !! I DIDNT KNOW HOW ELSE TO FINISH THIS đ„Č...
Anyway I think this one is quite a long one. But okay whatever~
PLEASE, I BEG YOU. IGNORE THE YANDERE MUICHIRO AT THE END.
This is not proofread by the way. So ignore any spelling or grammatical errors. -3-
#muichiro#muichiro tokito#kny muichiro#mist hashira#mist pillar#kny#muichiro tokito fluff#muichiro tokito x reader#kny x reader#kny x y/n
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