#and there’s no way there wasn’t at least one instance where they giggled over him

[blue-jos10]

jeremy is jean and kevin’s pineapple

[enhaheeseung]

Toxic - L. Heeseung

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warning: oral male receiving, suggestive, cursing, crying, mentions of cheating, angst.

Genre: ex's, toxic relationship, smut, mdni!

WC: 2,924k

After heeseung left, you sat in your bed wondering where it all went wrong.

If you were being honest, it has always been somewhat wrong.

Your relationship with heeseung was far from perfect, not to say you needed it to be perfect, but there were a lot of grey areas that you tried to address but couldn’t fully, especially when he was always saying one thing and doing the opposite.

There were many instances where looking back at it, you should have maybe evaluated things more properly, but at the time, you brushed it off, thinking that it was kinda normal for your boyfriend to be jealous or a little insecure sometimes, and since his possessive side flattered you you just let it go and assured him he was all you ever wanted.

But you soon came to realize there was nothing normal about his reactions to certain situations.

It got increasingly worse, but it happened very slowly and subtly, and by the time you noticed it, it was already full-on affecting your relationship to the point of you both ultimately separating, causing his inability to believe that he was enough for you.

Thinking back on it, there were so many times his behavior was downright toxic, and now you can’t help but wonder if you played a role in it or not.

In the beginning, you were sure you didn’t, but after the way he talked to you just now, a part of you was searching deep inside yourself for answers that maybe could have changed the outcome of your guy's relationship.

Flashback 1

“Hee, which one do you like best?” You and your boyfriend were currently shopping at a clothing outlet in the mall, and you had invited him to help you find a few new outfits for summer.

“Whatever shows the most skin” he replied dryly while shoving his hands in his pocket with an annoyed expression.

You let out an airy laugh, wondering where this snotty comment came from. “Okay, is there something I’m missing?” You took it lightly cause he had been acting strange all day today, so maybe he just wasn’t feeling like shopping and said the first thing that came to mind. “You don’t seem like yourself.” You put the two dresses down and cupped his cheek in your palm.

He nuzzled his face into your touch his eyes falling shut with a deep sigh. “Baby, it’s just everyone is looking at you today, and I can’t stand it. Even the cashier can’t take his eyes off you. Why didn’t you wear something less revealing?” He complains.

“Oh hee,” you pecked his lips shortly. “I haven’t even noticed 'cause I’m with the best man on the planet.” he smiles at your words, his heart rate turning back to normal, at least for now, but your shopping trip was far from over.

You didn’t bother to address his other comment cause you were dressed fine. You chalked it up to him being jealous and moved on quickly to finish shopping.

And just when he thought the trip was going somewhat okay when you both got to the register, he finally lost it.

“Thank you. Please come again!” The male cashier says with a bright smile, handing you your bag of clothes.

Heeseung was already annoyed by how the worker kept smiling at you, but when you smiled back, it just enraged him even further.

“You looked like you were two seconds away from running behind the cash register and dropping to your knees to suck him off” he roughly intertwined his fingers with yours, taking the bag from you so you wouldn’t have to hold it the rest of the trip.

“Hee, not this again.” You laughed because you had no idea what he was even going on about, but you kinda liked this jealous side of him.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t see the way he was looking at you,” he scoffs and squeezes your hand a little tighter while surveying the mall that was full of other guys that he deemed were more attractive than him.

“Well, you’re not entirely wrong,” you giggle.

“What do you mean?” He says with worry.

“I do want to suck someone off, just not him,” you say with a mischievous smile as you squeeze his hand and lead him to the nearest clothing store with a fitting room in it.

“Y/n, why are we-“You push him inside the open dressing room, quickly locking the door behind the two of you as you start to fiddle with the button on his jeans.

“Why are you shocked, baby?” You say and place your hands on his chest, pushing him to sit on the small bench in the corner. He drops your shopping bags to the floor, obediently sitting down for you.

“I- ummm.” he stops himself, knowing that anything that came out of his mouth was going to sound incoherent and ridiculous at this point.

You don’t bother exchanging any more words since you are in a public place. After all, you both had to be quick. besides, talking could wait till later. You had better things to do with your mouth right now.

Gripping the waist of his pants, you tug them down around his ankles with the help of him raising his hips.

Smiling at the sight of his semi-hardened bulge through his underwear, you place your hand over it, rubbing his length under his clothing. “Fuck” he sighs and rests his head on the wall behind him spreading his legs open wider.

Slipping his boxers to the side, you pull his cock out through the hole in the front, marveling at the sight of precum running from his pink tip.

Without another second passing by, you stick your tongue out, tracing the tip of his cock, teasing him but just a little.

“You taste so good” he twitches at your words, his cock pathetically throbbing in your hand from the smallest touch.

After the first taste, you go back for another and another until his tip is clean of precum, and of course, that wasn’t enough for you or him, so you sink down on his dick, your mouth working his shaft up and down until your slick saliva wets his entire dick. “Baby…” the pet name hangs in the air while you suck him off, your right hand tugging and occasionally squeezing his base while the other takes care of his full balls.

You looked up at him with nothing but desire filling your eyes while lapping at the underside of his cock.

He places his hand on the back of your head, gently guiding you. “Oh my god,” quick pants replace the once steady breaths he let out, and by the way, he’s twitching on your tongue. You know it’s only a matter of time before you get your creamy dessert.

You pull off of him for a quick breather, but your mouth covers him again in less than a second, taking his breath away completely. “Y/n, fuck, fuck me, it feels so good,” he moans, biting on his lip as he digs his nails into the wooden bench, definitely leaving marks in its glossy finish.

You hum around his girth cock, creating a little tingly sensation on his sensitive dick tipping him over the edge easily. “I’m gonna cum” he whines lowly and fills your mouth with hot seed. You can feel every last little squirt until there is nothing but a few little drops left to coat your tongue. You swallow it all and slow the movement of your hands carefully so as not to overstimulate him or make him uncomfortable.

He was breathing heavily, eyes barely open as you showed him your tongue.

He smirks tiredly and pats your head. “Too bad for everyone else. You’re all mine.” he pulls you into a kiss, not caring about tasting himself on your tongue.

“Yeah, too bad,” you tell him playfully with a smirk on your face.

Flashback 2

“You really have to go out tonight?” Heeseung says into your ear, his arms wrapped around your waist as you put the finishing touches on your outfit for your night out.

“Baby, what do you mean tonight? I haven’t gone out in months.” You turn around in his hold, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“It’s still too often” he kissed you back. “You need to be with me at all times, not at some party.”

“It’s one night for a few hours. I’ll be back soon.” You break away from him, going to the front door to get some shoes on.

“Hours?! Who’s gonna be there?” He follows you to the living room.

“Jay-“You don’t even get to list any more names before he cuts off.

“Nope, you can’t go. I see the way he looks at you, and with the way you’re dressed, no, that definitely can’t happen,” he says sternly.

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” You pout you were fully dressed from head to toe, so you didn’t see what the problem was. “And what’s wrong with Jay? He always treats me like family.”

“Family? He’s been wanting to fuck you since we started dating, and what isn’t wrong with this?” He traces his hands over your outfit, shaping every curve of your body. “Leaves nothing to the imagination of what you look like naked.”

“Hee, I think you’re overreacting,” you mumble, feeling a bit disappointed with his response.

“Baby, no, hey.” he grabs your chin and tilts it upward, looking into your eyes. “I’m just looking out for you, okay? Unless you don’t want me to.”

“It’s not that it’s jus-“

“Then stay home for me, yeah? Boyfriend knows best; besides, you got me. There’s no need to party.” he smiles and leads to the couch but notices your grumpy figure slouched beside him. “What’s wrong?” He asks, stroking your shoulder.

“It’s nothing,” you tell him to end potential conflict.

“You want to go out still, is that it?” He says, and he sounds a bit irritated this time, and this is exactly what you have been trying to avoid. “Then go,” he said, pops his mouth, and takes his arm off your shoulder. “Fuck off with Jay. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you dressed like you want to be railed.”

“What are you talking about?” You raised your voice slightly, wondering where any of this was coming from. You knew he was a little jealous at times, but he was taking it way too far tonight.

“Don’t yell.” his eyes softened as he whispered. “I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to upset you; I just was trying to look out for you.” he shrinks back onto the couch, and now you feel bad for talking to him the way you did. “But I guess I’m failing at that too.”

“Hee” you go back to the couch sitting next to him. “Wait, I’m sorry too.” You rubbed his back in slow, soothing circles. “You’re aren’t failing. You’re doing a great job of looking out for me.”

“Really?” He mumbles a small pout on his lips, and it always confused you how fast he was able to change moods.

“Really, baby, I won’t go. I’ll go get changed into something comfortable, and we can cuddle and watch movies all night, okay?” You kissed his nose.

“Yeah?” his smile returns, and you’re happy about that cause the last thing you ever wanted to do was hurt him or make him sad.

“Yeah, you’re right. Who needs a party when you have the bestest boyfriend in the world?” you left the living room, called your friends and, canceled all your plans and stayed in with heeseung for the rest of the night.

Flashback 3

“Why were you two alone in the kitchen?” Heeseung asked you.

You had both just gotten home from hanging out at Jake’s place. He had invited you both, and a few other friends, and you were all having a good time until you and Jake left to get a drink and popcorn refills together.

“Hee, please, not right now. We had a good night, and I’m tired,” you all but whined.

“Okay, so then just tell me, it’s that simple.” he folds his arms, obviously not taking no for an answer.

“We just got refills and snacks for everyone, that’s it.” You trudge up the stairs, not in the mood for yet another accusation. It had been more and more frequent. At first, you liked him being the protective boyfriend, but it just started going overboard and more so possessive and controlling than “protective,” as he put it.

“It took that long?” He questions, still not happy after getting an answer, and that’s what finally made you snap.

“You know what? Fine, I cheated on you. I let him bend me over the counter and fuck my brains out. Is that what you want to hear? Are you happy now?!” You finally got frustrated with him, and you couldn’t control your anger anymore. Constantly being accused of cheating felt like shit, especially when it was coming from the love of your life.

“That’s not true, right? You’d never do that to me,” he whispers softly, feeling tears prick his eyes.

“No, hee,” you crumbled upon seeing his broken expression, and you quickly wrapped him up in your arms, hugging him close to your body. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so sorry, baby. I’d never ever do anything to hurt you.” You cup his cheeks, wiping away his tears. “Okay? I love you so much, and you’ll always be the only man I want. No one else even comes close to comparing to you. You’re my perfect boyfriend, Lee heeseung. You’re my everything, and nothing will ever change my mind, not Jay, not Jake, not a cashier, absolutely nobody.”

“So you didn’t cheat?” You wag your head as a no. “And you mean all of what you just said?”

“All of it.” You look back and forth between his eyes, doing your best to show him you mean every last word and you’d never do something so horrible like that to him.

“Thank goodness I thought I lost you for a sec.” he reaches his arms around your back, hugging you so tightly as if he’s afraid you’d disappear. “I just get a little anxious when you’re around other guys.”

“I can tell,” you giggle, making light of the situation as you brush your nose against his softly. “But you’re the only guy that matters. Id never let anyone lay a finger on what’s yours,” you whisper, your face just inches away from his as you guide his hands till they rest on your lower back.

“What’s mine?” He smirks and takes the lead pressing your body against his as his hands drop lower, giving your ass a firm squeeze.

“Yes,” you moan breathlessly against his lips. “I’m all yours, hee.”

“That you are.” he easily picks you up and carries you to the bed, laying you down softly as he hovers over you. “And I’ll make sure you never forget” Those are the last words that leave his glossy lips before he devours you touching and kissing every single square inch of your body, filling you up with every last inch until you see stars and no matter how late in the morning it is or how many times you clench around his cock with orgasm after orgasm he still can’t stop not until your walls are molded perfectly to the shape of his big cock and your hole is so stuffed with cum that even when you wake up in the morning, it will still be leaking from your hole.

End of flashbacks

After replaying all those memories in your head, you can see clearly that you should have never got back with him after he accused you of cheating.

The other things were bad, too, but cheating was just the last straw cause, ultimately, it meant he thought lowly of you and didn’t trust you enough to be left alone for three minutes with his friend while you both made popcorn.

After breaking up with him just a few months after that situation, you wonder how you let him back in so easily.

Yes, you still loved him, but why?

He called you every foul thing in the book, including a cheater and a slut, yet you still wanted him back.

Even up to this point, he was still accusing you of cheating on him and saying that you thought he was never enough for you.

So why do you kiss him? Why are you even still thinking of him?

Hours after thinking about the entirety of your guy's relationship and what it used to be, you still can’t pinpoint why it went the way it did, especially when he wasn’t accusing you of such nasty things. He was the perfect boyfriend.

Holding doors for you, paying for every meal, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, texting you every morning and every night, sometimes even throughout the day, just to tell you what he was up to, introducing you to his friends and family, everything about him was your ideal type.

You even imagined getting married and spending the rest of your life with him.

But after the last few months of being with him, you just couldn’t take it as many upsides as there were.

There were just as many downsides, but he wasn’t good for your wellbeing, and that’s exactly why you broke it off.

Yet that still wasn’t the answer cause even though you and him are long over, you’re here left with a broken heart, just like on the day that you left him.

[diva-1-online]

Leon x Reader | Professional Season

“I don’t get why we have to be so far away from the plate. We should be allowed to be right next to them. You’re telling me these random rich bitches can sit there and I can’t?” Melissa, a red-haired woman with a slight attitude, said.

“I can promise you, if they’d let us in the dugout we’d be there.”

Melissa used to be allowed next to the dugout but after a few too many instances of yelling at refs, she had to be at least seven rows away from the dugouts. So, when one baseball wife left, the others did too.

(Y/n) truthfully would rather be next to the dugout alone, away from the women who were constantly talking about the game as if it was life and death, but she enjoyed the sense of community it gave. Plus, she didn’t want to seem like she didn’t like them. They were just older than her and in different life stages.

Kind of like Leon and his teammates. Some argued that Leon should technically be playing for college teams due to his age, but the coaches couldn’t deny his skill, so he was moved to the professional baseball teams. Good for him, he always said, he didn’t want to go to college.

(Y/n) snapped out of zoning out. Leon was up to bat. He had his bright red helmet on, almost strutting out to the plate.

“My blood runs cold.”

The spouses of the team looked over to (Y/n) with a small smirk, as they always do.

“My memory has just been sold,” Ada leaned over and sang in her ear. Their team always had a lot of fun picking out their walk up songs. Last year his song was Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne.

“My angel is a centerfold.”

She stared at Leon as he looked up to where she sat, lip syncing and then placing his fingers on his lips, pointing to her.

“Does he always blow you a kiss before he bats,” she poked (Y/n) with a giggle.

“He does when there isn’t any competition.” But he looked a little different this time. The team wasn’t winning by five like they usually are. They were down by one and Leon was up to bat. There were two outs and three teammates on base in bottom of the last inning. He could easily snag a Grand Slam and win it all.

“Yea, Kuwata better not mess this up.” Melissa muttered under her breath. Sometimes (Y/n) wondered if she knew everyone within five feet could hear her.

It was her husband who got the second out anyways, (Y/n) had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She knows that if it were the other way, she’d probably be thinking that too.

Leon swung as the pitch came, hitting it far, but outside the lines. Foul. She saw him get visibly irate, taking everything in him to not hit the ground with his bat. She couldn’t imagine how it must feel to have the entire game rest on his shoulders.

He went back to the base, bending his knees and doing a quick practice swing. He did a little jump before getting ready for his second attempt. There was a crack across the stadium. The ball went over the stands, a grand slam.

Everyone immediately stood up and cheered. Ada immediately wrapped an arm around (Y/n), pulling her close for a quick squeeze. “What can’t he do?”

“Propose.” Melissa snorted, although it wasn’t mean like usual. More teasingly.

“Oh hush, they’re still young,” Ada leaned behind (Y/n) to lightly tap Melissa.

They all began giggling and poking her teasingly, asking if they’d be invited to the future wedding.

“Invited? We’re gonna be the bridesmaids, right (Y/n)?”

“Uhm, he’s gotta propose first.” She blushed and looked down, ignoring Leon waving at her from the field.

“A big proposal?”

“Or small and private?”

“Yknow he mentioned to John that he thinks a proposal after a win would be cute. With fireworks and-“

“-then he brings you to the pitcher mound.”

“I don’t think he’s that formal,” Melissa chimed in. She was right. That was wayyy too much work. Not that he wouldn’t put work into a proposal, but it’s too public.

“Cmon,” Ada nudged her, “let’s go down to the field.” She guessed she was too deep in thought about how he would propose that she didn’t notice that all the others left already to greet their husbands.

She saw everyone jumping up and down, excited over the win while the other team walked off without a second glance.

“Hey babe,” Leon threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “Nice win huh?”

“Hell yea, you killed it.” She high fives him with her free hand. She was going to lean into him more but the guys began to surround him, cheering. It was obvious he was getting MVP for the game.

“I’ll be home after this, you wanna order food?”

“I made some pasta before coming here!”

“Sweet, see ya soon!” He called out while getting dragged away by reporters.

He came home soon enough and ate the meal she left him. She already ate and showered, so she sat in bed and watched some T.V.

“Hey, Leon, they got your interview on.”

“Already?” he peeked out of the bathroom door, towel wrapped around his waist as he brushed his teeth. His hair was wet and laying flat against his head from showering and his muscles had drops of water on them.

“Okay,” she thought, “don’t stare too much.”

After a few minutes of the blow dryer running, he came out, dressed in flannel pants and no shirt, hair styled as usual. He stretched out before starting to talk.

“Yknow, that was the first time,” he threw his phone on the bed and looked back at her, “the first time I’ve ever been unsure of a game outcome.” He fell onto the bed dramatically and sighed.

“Probably the first time you haven’t been ahead the whole game.” (Y/n) joked. “We were a little worried during the game too.”

“We- ohhh, so you’ve finally started talking to the other girls?”

“Yea, they aren’t so-“

“-‘Miss I don’t like their attitude,’ is now friends?”

“Hey, Melissa is mean!”

“Trust me, I know. Should’ve been there when I first got MVP over her husband.” Leon side-eyed (Y/n) for a moment from across the bed. “And now you’re using their names too.”

“Okay, okay, enough.” She lightly tapped him on the head, smiling.

“So you can dish it but not take it?” He smirked.

“Oh I can take it.”

“Prove it.” He pulled (Y/n) into him, placing his hands around her back while still laying down. “If you’re so confident.”

“Fine,” she began kissing him lightly over his face. He pulled away and sat up, leading her onto his lap. He dug his face into her neck and began kissing it lightly and quickly, making her relax in his arms. One of her weak points was her neck, he had learned early into their relationship. He made sure to always attack it when he could.

She was about to close her eyes and fall asleep when she heard a ding nearby. It wasn’t her phone, she knew that. She always kept it on silent. But she knew someone who always forgot to silent it. Leon. She looked at his phone, seeing a text from James with a photo attached. [Wish you were here!]

“Leon.” She pulled away from kissing him for a moment. “Did the team go out together after the game?”

“Yea-“

“Did they even invite you?”

(Y/n) was rightfully protective over Leon and the team. Although teams were always close, his younger age definitely made connecting a bit different. She couldn’t deny that Leon had been a little excluded at the start; the team often went to restaurants after games without telling Leon. She thought that the team had gotten closer to Leon though.

“No, don’t worry babe. They invited me this time. I just… wanted to come home.” He waited for a reaction, but (Y/n) just stared at him blankly. “Because I…”

“Go on.”

“You’re gonna make me admit it?” He whined, closing his eyes and turning his chin up.

“Admit ittt,” she sang out a little, messing with Leon’s hair.

“I wanted to come home to see you. Besides, whatever bar they’re at isn’t half as good as whatever you made.”

“So true. Well, I’m glad you’re getting closer with the team.”

“Me too… I just haven’t been able to hang out with you as much lately. It’s either been practice, team bonding, or games for me.”

(Y/n) didn’t know what else to say, so she focused back on kissing him.

“I’m so glad they don’t make you shave your hair anymore.” She muttered, running her hands through his fiery hair.

“I thought about it,” he whispered, resting his head on her shoulder. That was short lived, as she quickly pulled away.

“What!”

“It fits weird in my helmet!” He told her, pulling her back to his chest. “Buuuttttttt, knowing you like it so much I guess I won’t shave it,” he playfully rolled his eyes.

(Y/n) ruffled his hair a bit. “Good.”

He adjusted (Y/n) on his lap again so she could lean into his chest again. It was a pretty regular occurrence that he would pull her onto it to hold her better. Sitting at bars, hanging out in the car, cuddling, he always wanted to put her on his lap.

He wanted to go back to kissing and then fall asleep like they usually did, but he just wasn’t as content with that tonight. He had a lot more energy than most nights. He could compliment his girlfriend and say it’s from dinner but it’s most likely the energy drink he had after the game as a sponsorship. He didn’t want to go to bed anymore.

He kept looking up and down at her face, sly glances that (Y/n) hardly noticed when she played with his hair. For a second thought, she pulled away and noticed his glances.

“Hm?”

“Oh, uhm… yknow, most of the time I would’ve fallen asleep after my game, but…” (Y/n) gave him an almost confused look before nodding. “I’m not that tired tonight. Plus, we don’t have practice tomorrow morning.”

She nodded and adjusted herself. His lower chest was in between her knees as she straddled him. The middle of her barely hovering over his lower chest. He put his two hands at her hips and pulled closer, not looking at anything but her face.

He slowly put his hands under her oversized shirt, lifting it up cautiously. Her arms went above her head and she finished taking it off, throwing it off the bed. His hands cupped her cheeks as he slowly made way down to her neck and then to her breasts. His thumb slowly traced over her areola, noticing her suddenly shaky breath. She put her hands into his hair and roughly ran through it down to his back, arching her back.

“You’re certainly eager.” He teased.

“You don’t always have to be so gentle with me. I’m not that weak,” she said. “Cmon, don’t hold back.”

“Oh really?” He gave her a little smirk and then a toothy grin. “You won’t even be able to think straight when we’re done.”

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[cyber-streak-extra]

{Series: Lost And Found}

{Title: It’s Been So Long}

{Chapter: 1}

{Chapter Description: No longer wandering, the rabbit has more time to sit around and think——and listen.}

The bunny had never liked it once he’d discovered it—the weird event that occurred whenever it struck a certain time—one that he still didn’t know.

It had always surprised him the first few times—surprise, mixed with confusion. Though, the first part had eventually turned into annoyance.

Did they ever figure it out? It had happened at rather... inconvenient times, every now and then. He’d been at the door multiple times, with the worker not noticing him.

Maybe I should have asked them about the time. Sometimes, it hadn’t just been him—sometimes, he’d be at one of the doors, and one of his friends—Susie, usually, at the other.

From what he could remember, there’s only been two instances where a ‘tag-team’ had actually worked on any of the night-guards.

The first time, it had been him and Susie—the chicken had suggested the idea, the rabbit was certain. The man was put in a suit rather quickly that night.

The second time, however...

The rabbit would have tilted his head. It... who all was it? It had happened on the fourth—and last—of the man’s job. Everyone, usually, had five.

He was always talking. Bonnie noted. The man hadn’t been talking to the rabbit or his friends, Bonnie knew that. It was never to himself, either.

When he’d eventually gotten into the office, the rabbit recalled nearly tripping over something—a phone, maybe? He’d just assumed that it had fallen off the desk during the attack.

Who was he talking to? The rabbit wondered.

Bonnie stared straight ahead. I think... was it all of us? It had to have been, right? Maybe. He couldn’t really go and ask one of his friends about it.

Whenever it happened, it never hurt—Bonnie was pretty relieved about that, but it still felt... weird every now and then. Or... did it hurt one of them? They never said anything...

He hoped that it hadn’t, but the rabbit still didn’t have a way of actually knowing. Back at the pizzeria, it had never crossed his mind to ask about it.

The rabbit found that, whenever it did occur, he simply couldn’t move—couldn’t do anything—except for listening and watching.

He remembered seeing Foxy leave his Cove one night, running through the hallway—but he’d tripped over something the man had left, and then the night-guard’s lucky time happened.

The rabbit would’ve shrugged. I noticed it earlier, not my fault Foxy didn’t. The animatronic hadn’t been able to hold in his giggles.

He would have gone to help the fox up—and help with the night-guard, but the time had been on the man’s side that night.

Although Bonnie knew how it typically was, there was another way... one that the rabbit didn’t like—that he hated.

The time would come around, but instead of still being able to hear and look, there was always... nothing. Nothing at all. He didn’t know what happened between that, and waking up.

Is that supposed to happen? The blue rabbit wondered. Maybe I could try to stop it, like stopping my ears?

Though, the rabbit had a feeling that all of that was easier said than done. It all sounded nice—but he didn’t know how to stop that, or shut off his ears, or...

I’ll just figure it all out later. He hoped, at least.

_____

The blue rabbit slowly wandered through the home, flinching when, upon stepping forward, a creaking noise from below could be heard.

He paused, ears twitching and lowering. Not moving forward, Bonnie took a quick look around the area he was in. Did that...?

Bonnie waited. In the darkness, the blue rabbit looked around a little further—as best as he possibly could, at least.

To his left, the rabbit spotted what had to be the home’s kitchen—it was rather small. He could notice a few counters, and a large fridge.

Though, still a good distance away from it, he couldn’t see everything. He wasn’t wanting to check the kitchen, anyways. He couldn’t eat.

There was a little entryway for it, and he’d have to bend down a lot to get in there. Or climb the counter. The rabbit didn’t want to alert anyone.

Looking away, Bonnie turned towards the right. There was a couch—it took up most of that area, it seemed. Two chairs were near, and a large screen.

While closed, he thought he could make out some doors over there. The rabbit felt tempted to walk over, and check them out.

He could feel himself start to slowly move towards that direction. Maybe just a little peek? It wouldn’t hurt, would it?

If he did it, he’d just get to know the place better, right? The rabbit figured that would be nice—he wasn’t exactly planning on leaving.

Beginning to mess with the strap of his guitar, Bonnie shook his head, quickly forcing his legs to stop. His ears continued to twitch.

No... The rabbit shook his head again. What if it’s something bad there? Slowly, he felt his ears lower. He tried to ignore the noise that followed.

Or what if there’s a lot of stuff crammed in there? He tilted his head, moving a fuzzy paw to lift his ears up. That would cause a lot of noise...

Looking away from that area, Bonnie turned his gaze to what was straight ahead of him. I’ll just do something else.

_____

The animatronic stared at the door to the room. Every so often, he’d hear noises from the other side. Some rather close, other somewhat far.

It mostly seemed to be voices. He heard a lady’s the most. It’s probably the lady I saw last night, the rabbit thought. Or is there another?

He knew that he hadn’t seen—or heard—everyone that had been in this home. For all the rabbit knew, there could simply be two people living here.

Or, there could be a lot more, and the rabbit simply hadn’t heard the rest of them yet. How many could be staying? It all looks pretty big...

Big and comfortable. When he’d first entered the house, he’d noticed the couch to his right. It looked nice, really nice. Could I have laid there? What if I messed it up?

Back at the pizzeria, there hadn’t been anything like that. There was a spinning chair in the office, and then all of the seats for the tables.

Sometimes, a night-guard would bring a few things with them—a lot had actually brought fluffy pillows—a lot of them slept. A lot of them got caught.

Once, after one night-guard had gotten caught on her first night, the rabbit remembered sticking around in the office for a little longer.

He’d messed around with the phone on the desk, and fiddled with the fan, before noticing something that was close to falling off of the chair.

A white, fluffy pillow—soft to the touch. He’d chosen to hold onto it, keeping it close to his chest. More should have brought pillows. Not those hard ones, though...

Bonnie never needed to sleep—not like a human. Although, he’d tried once—he’d tried it, using the same pillow, as there hadn’t been anything else as soft to use.

Nothing had happened.

The next night, after the unfortunate way with the time, the rabbit remembered reaching for where he’d placed the pillow. But, it was gone.

He’d searched the whole restaurant—Susie assisting him in the process, but neither of them had been able to find it. Who took it?

I thought I hid it well. He was sure of it. Under one of the tables was a decent one, wasn’t it? The rabbit thought so.

When he’d first entered the room, he’d noticed a few little things—like another couch. A gray one, that seemed somewhat smaller than the other he’d seen.

The blue rabbit, although he was sitting on the floor, was leaning against it. Feels so nice...

There were two pillows on each side, too. The one on the left was blue, while the one on the right was red. Are these just as soft as the other?

Maybe, when he could start moving around again, he’d use the couch and pillows. I just want to feel comfy. Nobody will mind, will they?

The rabbit wasn’t very sure. The lady didn’t exactly know that he was in the house—not yet, at least. But...

Wait. The rabbit suddenly realized—he would have tilted his head in the process. The lady. Is she alright? She was making a bad noise...

From beyond the door, a new noise began. It sounded distant—but he could still hear it rather clearly. A repetitive beeping.

For now, he tried to ignore it. Although, he was never very good at doing something like that—no matter how hard the rabbit tried.

It’s usually bad, isn’t it? Bonnie wondered. He’d only seen the woman for a moment or two, but he’d heard her for a little longer.

She’d been sniffling a lot. And in the darkness, from where he’d hidden, he thought he saw the lady wiping at her eyes, too.

Back at the pizzeria, he’d seen people cry before for different reasons—children in the day, and night-guards during their shifts.

It almost never seemed to be a good thing. Something was always wrong—none of them seemed happy when the tears were spilt.

The rabbit wanted to frown. What was wrong?

_____

Bonnie moved towards the hallway that sat in front of him. Not wanting to potentially trip over anything, the rabbit kept looking down.

Although, there didn’t really seem to be anything down there that could cause the rabbit to fall. Yet, at least. There were some carpets, though.

Could I trip over those? The animatronic’s ears twitched as he glanced back at one of the carpets, then back at the hallway.

How loud would that be? Bonnie tilted his head. A lot, maybe?

As he kept staring down, Bonnie took notice of something. On the tile, there were quite a lot of noticeable cracks here and there.

Oh. Bonnie groaned. Just like how he had done with the pavement, the rabbit began trying to avoid stepping on any of the cracks.

Although, the rabbit was beginning to discover that, unlike the attempt back on the pavement, that it seemed to be a little harder here. He huffed.

Just as the rabbit began to take another step forward, his ears twitched at a noise coming from somewhere in front of him. It sounded like a door.

Bonnie went tense for a moment, staring. His ears continued to twitch. Uh-oh.

Looking around for a moment, the rabbit spotted an area. Wanting to hurry, but still be quiet, he made his way out of the middle of the room.

Bonnie stood by the wall for a moment, still, before choosing to quickly peek around—but still trying to remain hidden... enough.

With the animatronic’s head peeking around the wall, ears twitching, he spotted someone walking around in the darkness, coming from the right.

A tall woman entered the hallway, her black hair seemingly having been quickly put into a ponytail. She was holding something in her hand.

Bonnie couldn’t get a good look from where he was standing, but whatever it was, it was at least giving the woman some light.

She wasn’t being quiet. The woman was sniffling, and with what he could see, her nose looked a bit red. Hm...

The woman started to take a step forward, before she stopped, and leaned against the wall that was behind her.

As the sniffling continued, the woman used her other hand, moving it up closer towards her face. Bonnie kept watching from his hiding place.

With her hand, she began to hurriedly wipe at her face. Oh... The rabbit watched the woman, before beginning to look around.

That’s... not good. Not good. Bonnie shook his head.

For a moment, an idea appeared in the rabbit’s mind: approach her. Do something. But...

Not good. Bonnie shook his head again. He didn’t know how she would react to a giant bunny suddenly appearing in her home.

The bunny himself didn’t even know what he was supposed to do. Give her a pat on the back? Hug her? Let her play his guitar, until it potentially calmed her?

Bonnie groaned—and immediately placed a fuzzy paw over his mouth. He stared at the woman, slowly blinking, but it didn’t seem like she was hearing any of it.

Still wiping at her eyes, the woman moved away from the wall that she had been leaning against for some time now. She adjusted what she was holding.

“I-It... it’s okay, it’s fine...” She whispered, talking to herself. “You’re fine...”

Bonnie could understand that she was speaking, but as she continued—repeating things to herself, it was getting too difficult to understand the words.

The rabbit heard a noise from behind him, ears twitching once more. But for the moment, he ignored it, staying focused on the lady. Nothing, maybe.

The lady wasn’t saying anything now—yet, she was still sniffling. She placed the light in front of her. She couldn’t see in the dark, he guessed.

With the light in front of her, the lady started to walk, and Bonnie wondered where she was going. He didn’t know any of the other areas.

In a matter of seconds, the woman disappeared through an entryway and a wall, and Bonnie sighed. Well...

Bonnie moved away from the wall, lifting his head up, ears still twitching. While surprised that she hadn’t heard him... it was also a relief.

Unsure of what to do now, the rabbit turned around, and was going to take a few steps forward, but he heard a noise from beside him.

Turning, he spotted the kitchen area—and standing in the entryway of it, and staring right at the rabbit, was a kid.

Bonnie’s arms dropped completely to his sides, followed by his ears dropping. The rabbit wished he could frown. Uh...

“Uh...”

_____

There were a few boxes scattered around the room, Bonnie realized. Admittedly, he felt pretty curious as to what could possibly be in them.

Though, for now, he couldn’t look in any of them. Maybe later, once he was able to to move. Would they notice if anything was opened?

There were a few tiny holes in the closest box, but not large enough so that the rabbit was capable of seeing whatever was stored inside.

Whenever there happened to be something new at the pizzeria—or just anything in a box—the rabbit had always felt rather curious.

Although, barely any of the items that he’d seen were never all that interesting to him. They just seemed like random, boring things.

It never stopped him, alongside Susie, and occasionally Foxy, from opening them up. Freddy and Cassidy never joined them in doing so.

Once, Freddy had tried to stop him and Susie—the bear had simply given a little warning. It hadn’t done that much.

In some of the boxes, Bonnie found bubble-wrap. He’d quickly discovered that he loved it. It was one of the noises that the rabbit enjoyed.

Is there any bubble-wrap in there? He wondered about the other boxes. There was about five in the room... so there would certainly be a lot.

He was never sure if any of the workers had figured out who was messing with all of the boxes. What would they have done?

From beyond the room, he heard a rather loud noise that made the rabbit internally flinch. It sounded like a door slamming.

Can any of them be more quiet? The rabbit huffed. It was never quiet, the rabbit had quickly discovered after entering the room. He hated it.

For however long he’d been in here for, he’d heard a lot of things—such as voices. One, he could recognize as the woman—except louder.

The other, he could recognize as the kid. He couldn’t understand everything that was being said, though—due to them, sometimes, being far.

A couple of hours ago—it had to have been a while, he’d heard another, newer voice. It had sounded a little deep. Another parent?

Bonnie didn’t have a clue as to what this room was supposed to be for—there were the boxes, and then the couch, but that was about it.

Was it simply used for storing things? Or was it a relaxing area, which they had just put a few boxes in until a later date? Or something different?

The rabbit would’ve shrugged. Do any come in here a lot?

There was a window off to the side, but the bunny wasn’t able to look through it, partially because of the blinds being closed.

He wanted to look through it earlier. He still wanted to. Maybe there would be something interesting to look at? The bunny was bored.

Maybe the bunny would be able to watch the cars go by, like how he had watched the cars zipping past back at the pizzeria. That was nice.

_____

Bonnie was only now seeing the kid, but from where they were, he had to guess that they’d just come out of the kitchen—not that they were entering it.

Late night snack? The rabbit thought. It seemed like the most likely option—why else would they be going there? Drink?

Susie had done it a few times, Bonnie remembered. Although, technically, none of them were capable of actually eating anything.

Once in a while, whether there was a night-guard or not, Bonnie had wandered into the kitchen, being greeted by the chicken.

She didn’t need to eat—she wasn’t capable of doing it—but Susie still seemed to like making things in there.

...It was always pizza, though. There wasn’t really anything else, anyways. One night, she’d even given a slice to the night-guard.

The night-guard hadn’t eaten it, though. Bonnie wondered why—Susie had been nice. The pizza had looked pretty good.

The kid looked like they were going to fall asleep—but with the presence of the rabbit in the room, that had certainly prevented that.

Bonnie stared at them, and they stared back, neither moving yet. The kid let out a yawn.

Or were they a teenager? Bonnie couldn’t tell—they looked rather short and young. Although, he guessed that it wasn’t the most important thing right now.

Are they going to...? Bonnie glanced behind himself for a moment, towards the area where he had seen the lady. Was she going to come back?

He turned back around, focusing back on the kid again. Instead of remaining in the same spot, they started to move towards Bonnie.

Bonnie took a few steps forward, before starting to try and lower himself, while holding out his fuzzy paws in front of himself.

Don’t panic, please don’t... Bonnie didn’t change his position. He remained like that, keeping an eye on the kid.

Once they were close enough to the bunny, they finally came to a stop. They yawned. “Are... are you...?” Their voice came out as a whisper.

Using one hand, they lifted it up, and poked at one of Bonnie’s lowered ears, which continued twitching from the noises. He was never able to control it.

Bonnie slowly blinked at the kid, and backed up a little bit, lifting the ear up. Don’t do that, please...

“Uh...” The kid frowned, looking around for a moment, before back at the crouched rabbit. “S-Sorry...?”

Bonnie gave a little thumbs up, followed by a shrug.

“What are-“

Bonnie’s ears shot up, and he turned away from the kid as they’d started to speak, and back behind him. Another noise.

Footsteps. Bonnie was quick to realize, as his ears slowly stopped twitching. Lady?

Hurriedly, Bonnie stood up to his full height, a fuzzy paw grabbing his guitar’s strap, and he began to look around. Hide?

Yes! He nodded to himself. But... where? He remembered where he had hidden a few moments earlier—would that still work?

The kid frowned at the bunny. “Are you...” They started, only to trail off. They also began to look around for a couple of seconds.

They snapped their fingers all of a sudden, and moved closer to the worried rabbit. They reached over, grabbing one of his paws.

Bonnie looked down at them, tilting his head again. What?

With their free hand, they pointed somewhere past the rabbit. Still speaking in a whisper, they said, “Come with me!”

The kid started to walk off, still holding onto the blue rabbit’s paw. Bonnie stared for a second, slowly blinking, before beginning to walk with them.

He could still hear footsteps—ones that weren’t his or the kids, but they didn’t sound all that close yet, at least.

The animatronic wasn’t paying much attention, but he stopped himself from going any further when he realized that the kid had come to a halt.

He stared down at the kid, and gave a little shrug. What now?

The kid let go of the rabbit’s paw, and moved past him. Bonnie moved back a little bit for them, quietly watching.

They looked around for a couple of seconds, before reaching for a handle, and quickly turning it. Bonnie looked around, too.

The door opened, and Bonnie moved a little closer, looking inside. Then, he looked back at the kid.

They whispered to him, “There! In there!”

_____

“I need to go get something.” From beyond the door, Bonnie could hear someone say to someone else. It sounded like the lady.

He thought that he could hear a response to that—but it was far too quiet and muffled. Maybe it’s just three? He wondered.

The rabbit had always known how many were at the pizzeria—all of his friends lived there. There had never been anyone new.

Except for the night-guards, at least. There had always been a lot of new ones. Either because one was in a suit, or because the previous quit.

Near the end, a lot more of them had started quitting—some even right after their first night. Or while it was still happening.

For a while, he remembered a lot of people coming by—for him and his friends, and for the pizza. He heard it was pretty tasty.

A lot of people had usually come—although, he’d never been able to exactly tell just how many—it’d been a bit hard. For the rabbit, at least.

Eventually, people stopped. How come?

Bonnie’s gaze drifted away from the floor, and up towards the door when he heard another noise. Huh?

The bunny looked up just in time to see the door swing open, and see the woman standing in the doorway.

Like how he had seen her earlier, her hair was still in a ponytail, but it didn’t seem as messy as it had. Her eyes were wide.

Bonnie wanted to cover his ears when the woman let out a sudden shout. Stop!

Her noise seemed to alert someone—as Bonnie could hear more footsteps. It sounded like someone was actually running.

Soon enough, a rather tall man—at least taller than the woman, with dark brown hair, came into view. “Carolyn, what...” He trailed off.

He looked away from Carolyn, who hadn’t moved, and instead focused on the inside of the room. Bonnie stared.

He wasn’t all that hidden—there wasn’t anywhere for the rabbit to hide in the room—so he wasn’t surprised when the man caught sight of him, too.

Just as the man pulled Carolyn closer, and opened his mouth to say something, while beginning to back up, Bonnie could hear more footsteps.

It seemed like Carolyn and the man—Bonnie had to assume that it was her her husband, had heard the footsteps, too. They turned.

A few seconds went by, and someone else came into view. Oh! Them! Bonnie realized.

“Mom, what-“ The kid started, looking up at their parents, before looking into the room, too. Bonnie continued to stare—it was all he could do.

The kid gasped. “Rabbit?!” They exclaimed. “You’re real??”

“What.” The man stared.

“J-Jasper?” Carolyn glanced between them and the rabbit sitting beside the couch.

Jasper placed a hand over their mouth. “Um...” They kept glancing between the rabbit and their parents for a moment.

“I-... I was just... um...” Jasper stared down at their feet. “...I thought I was dreaming...”

“...So I helped the big rabbit out...” They quietly added.

“Jasper.”

[queasydoesit]

declan's disastrous date: part 1

Declan finally gets the chance to take his crush, Lottie, on a date at a local amusement park. Unfortunately, he begins to question his choice in venue after a roller coaster ride upsets his overfull belly.

warning: overeating, vomiting, sexual references (no actual sex)

[note: this is my first ever sickfic! it's long af and self-indulgent, but I hope someone out there will enjoy it.]

***

The pair of them walked side by side with their fingers intertwined, each carrying a dripping ice cream cone in their unoccupied hand. Declan couldn’t quite believe this was happening. He was on an actual date with the woman whose hand he had dreamed of holding for a decade — the woman he’d never imagined would give him a second glance. Charlotte Lewis, known to all as Lottie, had been one of the most beautiful girls in his hometown (in Declan’s opinion, the most beautiful) but she was also smart, funny, and kind. Declan had carried a torch for Lottie from the time he transferred into her elementary school class at age eight all the way up to their high school graduation two years prior.

While Lottie had always been friendly to him, Declan was shy and geeky and, thinking himself beneath her, chose to keep his longtime crush a secret. In high school, she always seemed to be dating one handsome, popular guy or another. When he heard that she would be matriculating at Mapleton University, the same local school he planned to attend, he’d gotten a little thrill, but he never really thought it would lead to anything beyond his pining for her the way someone might admire an attractive celebrity.

During their first two years of college, Declan and Lottie’s relationship was identical to the one they’d had in high school: friendly hellos and polite small talk from Lottie, nervous nods and awkward responses from Declan. He had always believed his one-sided crush was obvious to Lottie and that she engaged with him mostly out of pity. That belief had changed very recently, and only because Lottie had come onto him after class the week before.

Now Declan was on his first date with Lottie and he felt like he was dreaming. This dreamy feeling was enhanced by the haze of the day’s heat. He glanced over at Lottie, who was giggling as she unsuccessfully tried to lick up all her soft-serve before it melted down her forearm. It was 4 PM and the sun was still burning brightly over La La Land, the theme park where they had spent most of the day. Declan’s heart swelled as he watched his date. He could not remember a single instance in which he felt happier than he did in this moment.

Lottie’s dark, curly hair was tangled from a day spent on spinning rides and her pale face had begun turning pink in spite of the sunscreen she’d applied that morning. Declan loved the way the green in her hazel eyes stood out against her reddened cheeks. He noticed her chest, or at least the parts not covered by her dress, had also gotten sunburned. Declan couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like to kiss the tops of her breasts or to take the place of the ice cream cone she was licking so fervently.

Lost in this reverie, Declan didn’t notice Lottie had stopped walking until his arm was suddenly pulled back. He blushed when he saw her smirking at him like she knew exactly what he had been thinking. Lottie extricated her fingers from Declan’s grasp and used her thumb to wipe a smear of ice cream from the corner of his mouth. Then, abandoning all attempts to salvage her dessert, she kissed him long and hard. It wasn’t their first kiss — that had happened the week before — or even their first kiss of the day. Still, this time felt new and different. There was an urgency to the kiss that told Declan it was merely a prelude to something more.

“Do you… do you wanna head out? We could, um, go back to my apartment… if you want to, I mean,” Declan said quietly once they had come up for air.

Lottie looked up at him through her long lashes, appearing bashful for the first time, “Yeah! I mean… I would like that. Can we just do one more thing first?”

“Of course!” Declan was so excited by the prospect of what was to come that he would have agreed to anything. Lottie could have asked him to burn down the entire park and he’d have said yes.

“Could we ride the Mortal Coil before we leave? It’s my favorite ride!”

Declan’s mood deflated ever so slightly. This was the one request that could have tempered his delight over what he felt was surely the greatest first date in history.

“Oh, well I’m not so sure…,” he trailed off.

“Please? I’m kind of an adrenaline junkie. It’ll be exciting,” she looked up at him with wide eyes, “ And I’ll hold your hand the entire time.”

After a moment, Declan sighed and forced a smile. He couldn’t bring himself to say no to her, so he said, “Alright. But the entirety of our next date had better be at or below sea level.”

“Not an inch above!” Lottie grinned and grabbed his hand, and they set off for the roller coaster.

In truth, Declan had deliberately led his date around the entire park except the area where the Mortal Coil was located. It was the park’s highest, fastest, and loopiest ride, and Declan considered it an old enemy. In fifth grade, his class had taken a field trip to La La Land, where he’d ridden the coaster for the first and only time. He’d always been prone to motion sickness but had taken his anti-nausea medication and assumed he would be fine on the ride with his friends. He was decidedly not fine. The Mortal Coil had made him so queasy that he threw up once before the ride ended and again on the bus trip home for good measure. It was one of the most humiliating experiences of Declan’s life. Lottie had actually been on the same school bus, though she was mercifully asleep when he got sick.

Lottie had always been incredibly sweet, so Declan knew she would skip the ride if he explained his aversion to it. But then he would have to tell her about The Incident, and he didn’t think vomit stories made for good first date conversation. He hated the idea of disappointing Lottie; she had clearly been looking forward to her favorite ride. Plus, it had been ten years since the Incident. Declan rarely got motion sickness anymore and the anti-nausea meds only came out for long trips. He assured himself it would be different this time.

***

While waiting in line for their turn on the ride (for some reason, there was always a line for this deathtrap) Declan’s confidence began to waver. He swallowed hard when he found himself remembering everything he’d eaten that day.

Lottie loved breakfast food, so Declan had picked her up early and brought her to his favorite diner. She’d chosen waffles with whipped cream while Declan had bacon and eggs — why so many eggs? He cursed himself when he remembered the chili dogs he’d scarfed down for lunch at the park. He shouldn’t have had three, but they were cheap and delicious. Lottie had nachos, though there were too many for her to finish. Declan had eaten at least half of the enormous platter. Then there was the authentic birch beer which was only sold in one size, so they had guzzled it from cups the size of their heads. He could still feel the bubbles fizzing in his belly. After all that, Declan somehow had room for a large mint ice cream cone — he’d been strangely pleased to learn that he and Lottie shared a favorite flavor, though she had been reasonable and ordered a small. Of course, it was a sweltering summer day, so Declan had also been drinking quite a bit of water.

Nervously, he ran a hand over his midsection. His stomach was distended, noticeably protruding beyond his thin frame. Declan was on the tall side and had always been lanky despite having the appetite of a much larger man. Suddenly aware of a weight in his stomach, he shuddered involuntarily. Perhaps sensing his apprehension, Lottie wrapped one arm around Declan’s waist and rested her head on his shoulder, twisting her face up to kiss his neck and jaw. Declan’s mind was off his stomach in seconds, and he excitedly wondered whether Lottie would leave a hickey behind. He liked the idea of being marked by her.

By the time he and Lottie reached the front of the line, Declan was lost in a cloud of hormones. His dread only returned once they approached their seats. He had a vivid memory of the same seats, covered in his vomit, being hosed down by an unlucky park employee. Declan winced at the unwanted intrusion into his fantasy. Lottie stopped walking and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Declan, we really don’t have to go on this ride if you don’t want to. I promise I won’t mind,” she said sincerely.

Declan was touched by the obvious concern in her eyes. Somehow, it made him like her even more. His resolve increased.

“I’m fine!” he almost shouted, trying too hard to sound excited. “It’ll be fun.”

“Only if you’re sure…” Lottie eyed him, unconvinced.

Declan took off his glasses and placed them, along with the contents of his pockets, in the designated storage area. With a flourish, he sat down and clicked his safety restraint into place as if to prove his commitment to the Mortal Coil and, by extension, to Lottie herself. She sat next to him and held onto his hand as promised. The ride started and Declan was hit with the realization that there was no going back. He gulped.

As they climbed up the ramp to the first drop, Lottie squeezed Declan’s hand. They plummeted down towards the first set of loops. When they picked up speed, the wind cooled them down, which Declan appreciated on such a hot day. The first two loops were actually fun! Declan leaned forward to grin at Lottie and give her a thumbs up. She responded with a delighted shriek.

After the next big drop, Declan decided he might like the Mortal Coil after all. His stomach lurched at the following loop, though, and by the next one he hated the Mortal Coil again. The nausea had taken only seconds to set in. After the third drop, Declan gripped the handlebars tightly, knuckles going white, and swallowed against a gag. Excess saliva began to pool in his mouth, but he was afraid to swallow again in case it caused his too-full stomach to overflow. Declan spent the rest of the ride in a battle of willpower against his own guts, which threatened to spill at every sharp twist and retch-inducing turn.

After two minutes that felt like a lifetime of agony, the coaster’s car returned to the entrance and jerked to a stop. Declan suppressed a final gag and focused on his breathing while he waited for the world to stop spinning. He burped once, silently, then felt his stomach calm down.

He hadn’t puked! Declan had been certain he was going to blow chunks all over himself and the girl of his dreams, who would surely want nothing to do with him afterwards. But he hadn’t! Declan was so happy he could have sung. He was still a bit dizzy but no longer cared. He swallowed the mouthful of saliva that he’d feared would push him over the edge. His nausea receded to a more tolerable level.

***

When the safety bars lifted, Lottie gasped. “Declan, are you alright? You look kind of… gray.”

He chuckled, a bit embarrassed. Declan was still warm and a bit dizzy. He could feel the thin sheen of sweat covering on his face. His freckled skin was pale to begin with, and he imagined the nausea hadn’t done his complexion any favors. Declan climbed out of the car and onto the platform.

“Yeah, I must look pretty rough. To be honest, I thought my motion sickness was going to make a reappearance,” he admitted, “but I think I’m okay now that we’re back on solid ground.”

Declan reached out his hand to help Lottie out of the car. When she took it, he noticed her worried expression had returned.

“I didn’t know you got motion sickness! I’m sorry, you must feel awful.”

As Lottie stepped onto the platform, Declan tried to reassure her, “It’s really okay. I feel grea—hayURRRRRGHH!”

Declan’s stomach clenched so hard and so abruptly he didn’t have time to clamp a hand over his mouth until the vomit was already escaping his lips. He dropped Lottie’s hand, turned and ran towards the nearest trash can. Luckily, it was only about 15 feet away in case of emergencies like this. His stomach heaved again just before he reached it, so a small arc of yellow-green liquid splashed against the side of the can and dripped onto the ground. He coughed and spluttered and gagged. At least the next wave made it into the garbage.

When he had a chance to catch his breath, Declan moaned at the realization he was far from done being sick. He took a moment to wipe his vomit-covered hand on his jeans before resuming his position over the trash can. Declan gripped the lip of the can tightly now, holding on with both hands because he felt unsteady on his feet.

Declan tried his hardest not to imagine what Lottie was thinking. Taking her back to his apartment to hook up was obviously not an option now. Hell, he’d be lucky if she ever spoke to him after this, much less continued dating him. Declan wanted to kick himself for screwing up such a good thing, but he was pretty sure he’d fall over from the effort.

While Declan’s attention was torn between his self-chastisement and the painful churning of his stomach, Lottie reappeared. Her arms were full.

“Hey,” she said softly while stacking the items — her purse, his wallet and keys, two half-finished bottles of water, and the teddy bear he had won her — on a nearby bench. “I got our stuff.”

“Thanks,” replied Declan without meeting her eyes. His face burned. He should have known Lottie was too kind to abandon him while he was ill. Still, Declan hated the idea of Lottie seeing him like this —it was even worse than the school trip.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

Lottie’s question was answered by a wet gag. Another hard stream of sick splashed into the garbage bin. It was brownish yellow now, and he felt the disgusting sensation of chunks pushing their way up through his esophagus.

Declan felt a hand stroke his back. His guts wrenched painfully again, this time expelling an impressive amount of vomit. He groaned.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ll feel better soon,” Lottie cooed. She placed her second hand on Declan’s troubled belly just as it squeezed up another thick wave of barely digested food. She rubbed it in small, slow circles as if she were calming an angry beast.

They stayed that way for several minutes while Declan was sick again and again. Each time he retched he could feel his stomach bucking hard against Lottie’s hand. Unfazed, she continued to caress the sore muscles in his belly and back, whispering words of encouragement. In spite of his embarrassment, he was comforted by her presence.

***

After the last few dry heaves, Lottie grabbed one of the water bottles so Declan could rinse out his mouth. At some point he put his glasses back on and noticed Lottie looking uncomfortable. She’s clearly disgusted by me, he thought miserably. Lottie helped him over to the bench then made her way to the nearest food stand.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” she said, “I’m just gonna grab you some napkins and a cold drink. Wait right here.”

Declan nodded weakly, as if there was any chance he’d go somewhere else. He was in a sorry state. As far as he could tell, he was done throwing up but felt exhausted and shaky from the previous bout. His hand and chin were caked in dried puke. His shirt was damp with sweat and the muscles in his stomach ached.

As bad as Declan felt physically, it was nothing compared to how devastated he was about ruining his date with Lottie. He couldn’t help but notice she had run off as soon as he was able to stop spewing for more than ten seconds. Declan knew Lottie was a nice person, but everyone had their limits. He closed his eyes and slumped against the bench pathetically, cursing his choices and his motion sickness and his treacherous, revolting body.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I got a few things,” said Lottie loudly as she sat down beside him. Declan noticed she had two plastic bags full of stuff. How much could he possibly need?

“I bought a couple more water bottles but then I wasn’t sure if you’d want to drink water. I grabbed a ginger ale to be safe. There are napkins and wet wipes so you can get cleaned up. I also bought Pepto Bismol. There wasn’t any Dramamine, sorry, but I thought this might help. We can save the plastic bags in case you feel sick again,” Lottie said all of this very quickly.

Declan thought his date seemed… nervous? Maybe she was eager to get away from him. He cleared his throat and asked, “Um, you found all this at the food stall?”

“No, I only got the drinks and napkins there. But it looked like you were resting so I ran to the gift shop. They had a first aid section and everything,” answered Lottie. When she noticed Declan’s raised eyebrows, she added, “Sorry, when I get anxious I tend to shop. And babble.”

“Thanks, this is really nice. But, uh, do you mind if I ask why you’re anxious?” replied Declan.

“Because this is all my fault! I’m so sorry, Declan. I never should’ve pushed you to go on that ride,” said Lottie. “We were having such an amazing day and you must hate me now — I feel terrible.”

Declan took a moment to process this. He couldn’t help but laugh. Lottie’s expression told him that wasn’t the response she expected, which only made him laugh harder. He composed himself enough to ask, “You were worried that I wouldn’t like you anymore?”

“Well, yeah…”

“I’ve been sitting here moping because I assumed you wouldn’t want to go out with me again, since I puked on you and all,” Declan pointed out.

“Oh god, I guess we both jumped to conclusions there, huh?” Lottie replied with a grin, finally in on the joke. “Though you didn’t puke on me, just in my general vicinity.”

Sheepishly, Declan pointed to a greenish stain near the top of Lottie’s dress.

“I hadn’t even noticed!” she exclaimed, and they both laughed.

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

13. Maroon by Taylor Swift Picked by an IG follower 

*You can still submit requests for my gg spotify wrapped series, just send me a number!*

They hadn’t meant to stay up all night. Really, the morning sun was an unwelcome guest, ending their night together before it was meant to. Its light filtering in through the curtains, casting a red glow on the room was the first indicator that so much time had passed. That glow provided enough light to start to notice other signs, like how much the incense on the shelf had burned. 

The pair rose from their spots on the carpet. When Matt returned, he found Rachel at his shelf, cleaning incense off from in front of his vinyl records. “You didn’t have to do that,” he told her. 

Rachel looked his way with a smile. He held a mug of coffee out to her that she gratefully accepted. With his now free hand, he took hers and led her back over to the couch. Instead of sitting on it, he pulled her back into their positions on the floor, their backs against the front. 

Matt looked around the living room, assessing the moderate disarray. “How’d we end up on the floor, anyway?” He asked. 

“Mm,” Rachel finished a sip of her coffee before setting it down. She reached up behind the arm of the couch and produced an empty bottle. “Your roommates, cheap-ass, screw top rosé,” she said, passing him the bottle. “That’s how.” 

Matt chuckled as he inspected the bottle. “Thanks, Joe,” he said. Setting the bottle on the table, he reached over to take Rachel’s outstretched legs and place them over his lap instead.  

Rachel giggled at the action. “Was I not close enough to you already?” 

“No, you weren’t actually,” Matt confirmed, teasingly. “Thanks for asking.” 

Rachel laughed, again, going back for her coffee. Matt kept his eyes on her, absently tracing patterns on her legs. At least it was absently until it tickled, drawing more laughter from her. She kicked at him, lightly. They both had to adapt to be gentler after one instance when Rachel gave Matt a concussion with a single kick to the head. 

Matt switched tactics, letting her legs go and reaching for her arms. He pulled them both to their feet. “Come on,” he said, softly. “Dance with me.” 

“There’s not even music playing,” Rachel told him. But still, she went, letting him spin them around in the early morning glow. Matt moved them both effortlessly on the wooden floors since Rachel was wearing a pair of his large socks. 

That had been in New York. The time they had spent there was short lived, but it was full of good memories like that. 

It also happened to be where they met.  

Rachel would never forget the first time she saw Matt. Or the first time he saw her. And how, after they had carefully danced around one another for an entire evening when they were finally introduced, Matt had bumped into her. Which they could have easily recovered from except Matt was a red wine drinker. And Rachel had worn white to the event. 

It was as good an opening as any, Rachel realized. Matthew Morgan was all over her mind like her wine-stained dress she couldn’t wear anymore. He was very apologetic, offering to get it cleaned, but that burgundy never coming out. It wasn’t helping that he was as handsome and sincere as he was while fussing over her. Rachel could feel the blood rush to her face when he’d first placed his hands on her. When she looked up to his face, though, he seemed to be a matching shade of scarlet; their reputations as agents be damned. 

They had gotten to be together so freely in New York. Rachel grew to call the place, and Matthew, home. It was when they left that the serenity they had been living in shattered. Their lives could be so taxing and, as much as they tried to bear it together, sometimes they just couldn’t. Rachel came home one too many nights to Matthew on the couch, head in his hands, and she knew he was sobbing. All she could do was sit with him in the silence that left them feeling blind. It wasn’t just them as individuals anymore; their relationship was like a third person to navigate. There was a period of time when they both fell victim to losing sight of it. It scared Rachel. Weren’t that the way things always ended? 

One day she’d come home, and Matt wasn’t on the couch. She’d looked for him and found that he was standing in the hallway that led from the living and kitchen area to their room. He’d looked so tired there, hollow-eyed in the hall. He looked from her to their dining table where Rachel noticed a vase of flowers was. 

She found herself smiling. “Carnations?” she asked. 

Matt’s brow furrowed as he finally approached her. He looked from Rachel to the flowers, as if they had betrayed him. “Are they? I thought-,” 

“I love them,” Rachel said, closing the space between them and pressing her lips to his. “I love you.” she reassured. 

It was a running joke after that. Carnations instead of roses. It was a good reflection of them, they decided. Two people with the best of intentions just doing their best. So what, Matt had gotten it wrong? Flowers were flowers as far as Rachel was concerned. 

Abigail came to visit the next day. “I take it you and Matt worked things out,” she commented. 

“You make it sound like we were breaking up. It was a rough patch professionally, we’re fine,” Rachel told her. Maybe it had been a tad defensive, but it was true. “Anyway, what makes you say that?” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Abby said, rolling her eyes. “The ruby red mark on your collarbone?” 

Rachel’s eyes widened as she looked down and then into the mirror. Crap. Abby was right. That was going to need cover up before they went anywhere. 

When she looked away from the mark, she caught her sister's smirk in the mirror. “Happy for you,” she told her. 

“Oh, shut up.” 

It was easy to get caught up in her memories of Matt. Especially in her sleep. It did, however, make for some awkward wake up calls. When he had first gone MIA, for example, waking up felt like losing him all over again. She wanted to cling to dancing in New York more than she had since before Cammie was born. It had become more bearable but still. 

But still- 

“Rachel,” a familiar voice said. “Rachel,” it repeated, more sternly. She felt a hand on her shoulder and opened her eyes. There was her office in the Gallagher Academy with a concerned Joe Solomon looking at her. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine, Joseph.” She assured him. She raised her arm to check her watch and found it to be midafternoon. Granted, that was a weird hour for her to be taking a nap, so she understood his slight worry. “I didn’t sleep well last night. Guess it caught up to me.” Joe nodded and she looked him over, lazily. “Did you need something?” 

Joe offered her a soft smile. “Just dropping some things off for you. I’ll leave them on your desk.” 

Rachel went to move and take them, but Joe was already going to her desk, leaving her on her couch. He turned to go but then paused, doing a double take. Rachel followed his gaze to an empty bottle of rosé on her shelf. The empty bottle of rosé. Not that Joe realized that. “I’ve never seen you drink rosé,” he mused, out loud. 

“I don’t,” Rachel responded. 

Joe nodded. Something unspoken but not unwelcome lingered in the air between them. In the words they didn’t say. “I’ll see you later,” he said in farewell. She just nodded and let him go, hearing the click of the door shutting. 

She sat up, deciding she’d spent enough time on the couch. As she did, the blanket she’d had draped over herself fell into her lap. Except, upon inspection, it wasn’t a blanket. It was one of Matt’s old flannels. The memory of that morning in his apartment came back as she glanced from the shirt to the bottle. Talk about waking up with his memory over her. Smiling, she held the shirt to herself as she got up. Back to business. 

[hardyluckfeline]

@taitale

Clubs were not Tim’s thing. Even when undercover, he preferred to avoid them. But a networking opportunity was a networking opportunity, at the end of the day, and there were cases to solve and contacts to be established.

Alvin Draper, young art thief, was probably someone who enjoyed scenes such as this, though, so here he was. He already wanted to find a hole to crawl into and never be found. At least this place didn’t have too many flashing lights and loud music. It was a little more high-end. It wasn’t too different from being strong-armed by the Drakes into attending galas where he was toted around like some doll to show off. Except this time he wasn’t a doll, and was doing all the charming smiles and asking all the right questions all by himself.

A familiar song and dance, by now. This time will be no different. He brushes past the bouncers easily enough — his fake ID might as well be authentic with the work he’s put into it — and he’s making his way towards the central bar in order to have a decent view of his surroundings.

He knows exactly what kind of people actually frequent this place. But he has to play his cards right, or this’ll all be a bust. Mask or no.

Alvin smoothly slides into a stool close (but not directly next) to one of the younger socialites that frequented this place, and waits. Orders himself a drink, puts forth the purposeful energy of someone new that was going to act like they belonged until they did. That’s what Alvin does, after all. Fake it ‘till you make it, or not at all.

“Perfect night to stay indoors,” a passive comment, not exactly directed to anyone, and a typical conversation starter. No one actually likes to talk about the weather, yet they do it anyways.

Felicia Hardy was what the tabloids called a party animal. She was always in one picture or another, stumbling out of a car or a nightclub, clinging onto friends with similar wealth, or acting like some sort of accessory to a less-than-favorable guy who was probably suspected of some crime. To do what she did, you had to have discipline. No, we aren't talking about partying.

You had to be able to position yourself around people convincingly. You couldn't be smart enough that they cottoned on. You had to play stupid and playing stupid was really hard. You couldn't dumb it down to the point of being unbelievable. Then you would be caught. No, you had to be ditzy enough to seem blase without seeming like a poor attempt at comedy.

You also had to dress the part. This was the easiest because Felicia loved getting dressed up and she was the kind of girl who just knew it in her bones that she looked good. She didn't have the be the prettiest. She just had to have the confidence that she was. It did a lot. Take tonight for instance, the slip of a blue dress that was dangerously sheer and dangerously short with slits on either side that almost reached her hips. The kind of dress that did two things; brought trouble and made people think you perhaps relied on your physical assets because you didn't have much else other than money and looks. She could almost laugh in their fast sometimes as she twirled a lock of hair around her index finger and giggled 'what's that?' to the most simple of things. They didn't know they were going to be in some sort of financial ruin once she was done.

Tonight was one of those nights as she danced against the bar and held her fingers up for three more shots. She heard the voice next to her as she glanced at him through sharp winged eyeliner. A Felicia staple. "It is always summer inside, baby!" She said over the music before her eyes narrowed. "Baby, you are in a club. No one cares about the weather." She looked him up and down before her eyebrow quirked. "First time?"

[honorhearted]

laviexenrose​:

Driven by his own arousal, Ben was forceful with her, rough. It was a side of him strictly reserved only for whenever they were like this, and Isabelle loved every second of it. Her body responded with more excitement, drugged by the sensations he bestowed her with each careless thrust and every dominating tug. Isabelle could hardly contain the moans slipping away from her.

In spite of her cheeks growing even more hot and red, as soon as she was aware he wanted to hear her, Isabelle stopped fighting back the sounds rasping against her throat. Ben pulled her mouth to his but as much as she wanted to stay lip-locked with him, her moans were overpowering, and she couldn’t find the strength to keep kissing him, weakened and overstimulated by his relentlessly rubbing fingers over her engorged bud and the intensity of his thrusts.

It wasn’t long thereafter that she lost herself in the best way possible. The high lasted much longer than past instances, as far as Isabelle could recall in such a breathless, dizzied frame of mind. What she was sure of was that it felt incredibly good – with Ben, it always did.

While the main event had concluded, Isabelle couldn’t deny how much she also enjoyed the moments that came afterwards… his ultra gentle touches, compared to how rough he’d been before – there was bound to be a bruise or two somewhere on her body… the way he always had to pull her into him as they both took time to recuperate, and there was never a shortage of smiles and laughs either from one of them. Once she had caught her breath, a blushing Isabelle admitted, “I’ve never done that before.” Shifting slightly in his arms, she lifted the back of her head away from his chest to look at him, a bashful smile on her lips. “It was fun.”

Isabelle giggled, raising both eyebrows. “Where did you hear that? I don’t think it’s cliché. Do you?” With a grin that mirrored his, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Sorry, but I don’t agree – it wasn’t great.” She waited a beat. “It was amazing.” She couldn’t finish the sentence before a laugh accompanied her words. Sheepish, she hid her face into his chest, murmuring “I love you” with a soft, little hum against the warmth of his skin.

Ever ready to give her a hard time, Ben quipped, "You've never what before? Had sex with me? Because although my mind can get pretty foggy these days, I'm pretty sure you have." Edging his forehead into hers, he grinned and brushed his fingers through her hair. "If it makes you feel any better, neither have I. Er...the whole sex in a car thing. When you slid into my lap, I thought I was going to have a stroke."

Once Isabelle twisted to better face him, he offered a lopsided smile at her question. "Cynics, mostly," he replied. "I don't deny my hackneyed mannerisms at times, but no, I can't say I agree either."

“Sorry, but I don’t agree – it wasn’t great.”

Ben nearly pouted and joked about her going for the jugular, but that was when she finished with her, "It was amazing," and he hummed while she burrowed in against his chest.

"Careful now," he warned. "Keep talking like that, and I'm bound to develop an ego." Curling his arms around her shoulders, he nuzzled into her crown and felt a warmth bloom within his chest, vast and buoyant at her words. It didn't matter how many times Isabelle said she loved him -- Ben never tired of hearing it.

Smiling against her hair, he murmured, "I love you more...though unfortunately, we should probably at least get dressed. Knowing our luck, this will be the one time a forest ranger is patrolling the area." He drew back and pressed a kiss to her brow. "And as great as you look right now, I'd rather spare them the sight of my rear."

[bokubear]

Haikyuu!! — he has baby fever

❥ including ; ( timeskip! ) kiyoomi sakusa, osamu miya, akaashi keiji, daichi sawamura

❥ genre ; fluff, suggestive themes, mentions of pregnancy

❥ notes ; ahhh!! baby fever hits so hard in september :(

Sakusa isn’t one to leave notes all over, or hint at it. At least.. not where you can see. You’ll most likely notice him taking a little bit longer to stare at the baby clothes, or perhaps the cribs. That’s until he finds a MSBY onesie with his number on it that he rushes to you—urgently shoving it in your face with unfiltered happiness. It was enough to make your heart stop beating from how cute he was. “Kiyoomi.. Do you want to be a dad?” You whisper, glancing at the nearly bouncing Sakusa as he shows you to onesie which makes him stop in his tracks. His face flushed, the familiar fiddle with his fingers appearing. “Maybe..” he mumbles, pulling his mask further up his face. You giggle, receiving a betrayed expression from the opposite. And out of pettiness, you take it upon yourself to bug him about all the way home. “Boy or girl?” — “Hush.”

Osamu keeps you from doing anything. and by that i mean he becomes convinced you are pregnant ( in other words, he treats you like royalty. before you’d despised it and his sly smile, but being a princess wasn’t as bad as you thought not like you weren’t always treated like that. “ah ah, no lifting that it’s not good on your back.” the grey haired twin tutted, prying the box from your hands. “i’m not pregnant ‘samu…” you whined, osamu responding with that exact sly smile. “not yet.” you practically hiss at him, despite this still letting him feed you onigiri’s. Except for the one instance where you find a fantastic way to get revenge. Slipping into your shared bedroom, you lean against the doorframe—watching the unnecessarily hot cook laying on the bed give you a curious glance. “Since you were talking about a baby and all.” You begin, the man’s eyes bulging. “Really-“‘Joking joking.” He pouts as you laugh at his disappointed face, not anticipating for him to pick you up and drag you to the bedroom instead. “C’mon baby!” — “Hey!”

Akaashi mentions having a baby whilst his heads stuck in a parenting book. You hadn’t paid any attention to what he was reading until he said, “What do you think about a little girl?” You cocked a brow, tilting your head to read the title as the pieces for together. “I’d hope she has your eyes.” You chuckled, soaking up the way the editor’s cheeks progressively grow redder. It all started there. Little, settle things. It was precious. More than that. Simple train rides where he points out the places he’d want take her. Cafes the both of you visit daily where he’d buy her a hot chocolate in the cold Tokyo winters. Utterly heart-shattering. And the best is while you’re laying in bed, hearing a loud sigh from your lover. “Keiji?” You whisper, voice leaking concern. “I don’t know how I’ll handle two of you. Two of my worlds. I think my heart may just fail me.” God, he’s adorable.

Daichi hit the baby fever rampage on a peculiar day where it seemed the world dropped unlimited hints. In easier words, as a policeman the first moment struck while helping an expecting woman cross the road to her significant other—and his eyes it was you. Stomach swollen with child. And it ruined him. But as if that wasn’t enough, there were tons of families. Young children walking hand in hand with their parents, perhaps even asking him innocent wonderings and things. The world most definitely had it out for him. Daichi threw his hat off the second he stepped through the door, enveloping you in his scent in his daily hug. “I don’t have much time. I want my baby with a baby.” He mumbled, head buried in your hair. “What was that Dai..?” You piqued, the man speaking louder this time. “‘Want my baby with a baby.” You giggled, his warm cheeks molding into your hands—comfortable. “..I think we can arrange that.”

-maak

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[writer-akihiko]

Hi, I wanted to request a scenario for the dorm leaders separately where him and S/o are dating. Grim comes running to find him and tell him Crowley was sending S/o back to their world. So the dorm leader goes running into Crowley's office and plead S/o to stay in twisted wonderland, telling them how much they love them and admitting they want to get married when they graduate. S/o agrees to stay, but explains that Crowley only gave the option to go back and Grim just assumed they were leaving.

Dorm Leaders + MC's Chance To Leave

So I have to be honest, this was a little challenging for me since I didn't want to repeat the same scenario, so some scenarios turned out a little more angsty than the others, so please be warned of that

Besides that, I had a lot of fun on the reactions of the Dorm Leaders! Please enjoy! Cut for length

"Hoi! Dorm Leader!!"

A furry cat ran up to the Dorm Leader, in full panic as his swishing tail flickered anxiously.

"Listen here!" Grim pawed at the student's feet, the mention of your name catching his attention. "YN's leaving! You have to go and stop her! I overheard her in Crowley's office!"

"…What?"

Malleus Draconia

He summoned as much magic as he could, transporting him to the principal's door and blasting the door open

"YN…!"

He was truly scared, and his fear translated through his own magic as the whole school felt the earthquakes

The draconic fae hugged you tight, his much larger frame engulfing you completely. "YN, please don't go… I don't know what I'd do without you so please…"

"Wait-"

"No, please let me finish," He said, his finger silencing you. "YN, I love you. I love you my dear, more than you'd possibly know. I want to do so much with you. I want to marry you once I was done with school, and I was hoping to take you to the Valley of Thorns!..."

"My Queen, please consider staying with me."

Despite his desperate grip, you patted his head, giggling at the confession.

"Tsunotarou… I'm not going anywhere."

Crowley coughed, "M-My my… What a passionate proclamation of love…"

Malleus was utterly confused, but all he understood was that you weren't leaving him

You explained the whole situation, although you had to tease your precious fae for overreacting

"Tsunotarou~ Should I prepare my wedding dress now?"

The Prince of the Faes has never blushed harder…

Riddle Rosehearts

He hoped he wasn't too late, as he raced down the halls, abandoning every rule he himself established in the dorms

"YN! You're not allowed to leave me!"

His face reddened with rage and despair, anticipating for the worse as he fell to the ground

He felt the familiar touch of you, as you held his cheek

He reached out to you, confessing his worries

"YN, if you really leave me... I don't think I can handle it anymore. You mean so much to me... If you're leaving me, at least know that I love you to the point I want to have a wedding right after graduation!-"

"R-Riddle... you really want to marry me?" You shied away, hiding your face in your hands

"Of course!" He protested. "You're the only one I'd be on my knees for, so please... don't leave."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at such a serious moment like this. "Riddle... I never planned to. I turned down Crowley's offer. I'm staying here... with you. So don't cry, Riddle."

He felt like an utter idiot for believing Grim

"O-Of course! I'm... Thank you for staying with me, YN."

Kalim Al-Asim

He dropped everything he was doing, racing to the principal's door

Jamil was the unfortunate soul who had to clean up after him

Kalim didn't want to miss you, he just had so much so say to you

When he burst in the room, Crowley protested the sudden interruption

He was quickly silenced by Kalim throwing a pillow at him

"YN! My beautiful Zahra!" He proclaimed, getting on one knee. "My Zahra, will you marry me?"

"W-What?"

"If you marry me this instance, you'd consider not going back!" He cried, the tears soaking his shirt. "YN, I don't… Don't go… What am I supposed to do?"

You wiped away your lover's tears, kissing them away

"Kalim, I never planned to. I'm staying here with you, my sweet prince, even if I can go back," You said, brushing the ends of his hair

"R-Really?"

You nodded, your cheeks warming at the thought of Kalim's sudden proposal. "Y-Yeah… Did you mean to marry me though?"

"YN, I'd propose to you over and over again if that's what you want."

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul snapped, crushing the contract he was preparing for some student that harassed you the other day

He was in denial at first, but he wasn't about to take any chances

If he had to keep you here by a contract, he'd do so

"Crowley! What is the meaning of this?!"

He protectively pulled you into his arms, stating his purpose. "YN, you are not going back," He turned to you. "You don't know if it works! It could be a scam! You're safer with me-"

"Azul, you're-"

"YN," He faced you, bringing his gloved hand under you chin. "Don't underestimate my love for you. If Crowley… If he didn't step in, I'd propose to you by graduation and I'd bring you the Sea to meet my parents and-"

"Azul, my adorable octopus. I didn't agree to go back," You said, setting your boyfriend straight. "I'm not going anytime soon, not away from you that is."

Most would've expected him to be in tears when hearing you were leaving, but Azul was a sobbing mess hearing that you stayed

"R-Really? YN… Thank you, thank you my Angelfish for staying with me…" He sobbed into your shirt, swaying into the hug

"You shouldn't underestimate my love for you either, my future husband."

Idia Shroud

Idia almost broke the game controller in his hands, his jaw agape at Grim

"Extra… You shouldn't be telling me lies…"

Idia, of course had to set out on a quest to reverse the fate of this story!...

He rushed to the den of the wicked, and there the trickster principal was tempting you to go back!

"YN! Don't fall for his schemes!" He cried, his hair of flames burning brighter than before. "I… I won't let you go back home!"

Ortho, at his side, dutifully restrained the crow from retorting anything as Idia tried to convince you to not leave

"YN… Just say anything and I'll give it to you. Just don't go!!" He said. "Is it because you thought I was hiding something from you? If it's that, I'm willing to show you!"

He rustled a paper out of his jacket, unfurling it to reveal a design of a ring…

"Here!" He presented, at this point quite desperate to keep you here. "I-It's the ring I plan to propose you with! It was supposed to be after my graduation, where you could be next to me all the time…"

You cupped the face of your frantic boyfriend, hushing him

"Idia, sweetie, I agreed to stay even before you came," You explained, telling him that you never planned to leave as well how you appreciated his notion of marriage

Idia pulled you into a tight hug, happy that you never gave up on him

"YN, I'll try to make you as happy as I can!"

Leona Kingscholar

To everyone's surprise, Leona's first instinct wasn't a fit of rage. Instead, the second prince went into a burst of tears with hits frustration

"YN… There's no way she would…"

He had to prove himself wrong. He had to

Otherwise he'd might just break then and there

"YN! Where are you?..."

He almost worried if he were too late

He couldn't explain the bloom of relief that swelled in his chest as he saw you still in this world

He grabbed you by the shoulders, unexpected words spilling from his lips

"YN, did I mean nothing to you? Was I nothing when you showed me love?!" He cried out, his tears flowing freely. "Was… Was I even worth it? Was I?"

He sunk to his knees, as he gave up all hope for you to stay

"I wanted to make you mine… I wanted to marry you and live with just the two of us…" He sobbed, his claws digging into his own skin

"Was I that easy to forget?"

He didn't expect the warmth of your hug comforting him. "No Leona," You said, shedding a few tears yourself. "I could never forget you, which is why I chose to stay. I'm never leaving you, not even for my old life."

"YN… you really scared me, y'know?"

Vil Schoenheit

Vil wanted to crush that cat under his heels for bringing such dreadful news to him

He made his way to the principal's room, voicing his very annoyance the moment he barged in

"Principal! How dare you manipulate my sweet potato!"

He cuddled you in his arms, lulling sweet words into your ears in hopes of driving whatever rubbish you had to hear from Crowley

"My sweet potato, I… Please consider staying with me," He said, his hands ghosting over yours. "I… Just let me give everything to you if that's what you want! You can do anything, I just want you…"

You were about to say something, but Vil thought it was a retort of protest

"I had been planning everything for the moment I propose after graduation! I can't let that bird ruin that!" He cried, trying to hear a word of approval from you. "My… My beloved. Please stay with me."

You nodded, bestowing a kiss on your lover

"Vil, I'm flattered," You admitted. "But I was already planning to stay. I could never consider letting you go."

Vil couldn't stop himself from lifting you up and twirling you around. "Oh, my beloved! You're staying with me!" He repeated over and over again, enjoying the giggles that came from your lips

He set you down, realising your furry companion lied to him

"YN, I really want to crush that furball that tails you…"

"Vil!"

[ohworm-writes]

hello! :) so u know how kuon has a crush on sniper right ? can i get an imagine where reader is jealous bc of kuon, cuz u know, her crush on sniper etc etc (sorry i'm just vv lazy at typing), and how sniper reacts to it ?? can u make it like they're still friends but have mutual feelings for each other as they hang out as a unit, and they get together in the end bc sum confessions happened !! sorry if u don't get it i'm rlly bad at explaining but thank u in advance if u do this !! <33

High-Rise Invasion/Tenkuu Shinpan: Sniper Mask Boyfriend Imagine

high-rise invasion/tenkuu shinpan masterlist

‼ Jealous Reader (over Kuon) + Make up + Confession ‼

Featuring: Sniper Mask, Yuri Honjo, Mayuko Nise (implied), Kuon Shinzaki (implied)

Warnings: frustrated Y/n, crushes, jealousy

a/n - good GODS this has been in my inbox for a while and i’m so so so sorry for not posting it way sooner! hopefully you see this anon, and i hope you enjoy!

content below the cut!

you had developed a crush on the man in the mask ever since you first joined Yuri's little group

you couldn't really tell what it was the drew you to him

he was silent, dismissive, and he was a Mask for goodness sake!

but none of that deterred you from the attraction you garnered for him

you always found yourself trying to interact with him

whether it was offering your help with something that he was doing, or simply keeping him company

most times he brushed you off, walking away and not giving you an answer

other times he silently accepted your offer

those times the two of you would sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying one another's presence

you cherish moments like these for a very specific reason

Kuon

now you had nothing against the girl!

... at first

she seemed nice enough, always eager to help, and full of ignorant innocence

but then you realized her (very obvious) crush on the masked man

the way she got flustered around him so easily

the way she clung to him like a lost child

at first, you thought maybe she saw him as a parental figure, seeing how young she was

but that thought was (very) quickly thrown to the wind when you saw her wrapped up in his jacket, blushing like the schoolgirl she was and giggling to herself

so what she liked him? you liked him too, maybe the two of you could bond over that!

that's what you told yourself

of course, you never acted on it

it was simple, you were too jealous to do so

you noticed how Sniper Mask welcomed all her little instances without a care in the world

not giving a damn when she clung to him

or batting an eye at her obvious fangirling

it pissed you off

naturally, you began to avoid Kuon

and Sniper Mask simultaneously

you avoided the two of them whenever you could

when you saw them walking towards you, you kept to the opposite side of the wall and walked quickly past them

when you all usually ate together, you picked up your food and ate outside

you were simply, undeniably jealous

you didn't think Sniper Mask cared about it, not that you could tell under his mask

but in actuality, he was confused as to why you avoided him all of the sudden

so, he opted to ask you one day

You shut the door to the dining room rather aggressively as you exited, but you couldn't care less. You let your body slump against the adjacent wall, your plate of food resting on your lap.

Today had been... exhausting, to say the least. Kuon was on her usual actions of pining over 'Mr. Mask', crossing your way a few more times than you would have liked. During your meeting earlier with her and Yuri, your fellow mouthless masked allies, she had the gall to talk on and on about how much she adored him.

You hated it.

You looked down at your food, a scowl finding its place on your features. You glared at it, pushing the pieces around with your fork, not noticing a door open and close right in front of you.

"Jesus, if that food was alive, it would be 6 feet under with the glare you're giving it." You hear a gruff voice call from in front of you. A voice you would rather not be hearing right now.

You continue to move around the food, staying silent as the man awkwardly stands in front of you, unsure of what to do with himself in this situation. "Is it, uh, okay if I sit here?" He asks, which finally makes you look up.

He had a plate of food between his own hands, his jacket gone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mask covered his face, per usual, but it seemed much more lopsided than usual.

You give him a shrug in response, looking back down at your food again. He stands there for a moment, before taking a seat right next to you, your knees almost touching. "You don't mind if I eat with you, right?"

His question makes your eye twitch. Was he seriously trying to be all buddy-buddy with you now? You shrugged again, not giving him as much as a single word.

You heard him sigh, setting his food to the side before he speaks again. "Alright, what's going on?" He asks, making your body tense up. "Nothing." You shoot back, scowling.

"What happened to the Y/n that stayed up and talked about their life for hours? What happened to the Y/n that told me horrible jokes to try and get a reaction out of me? Huh? What happened to them?"

That broke you.

You were angry, furious even. Was he trying to blame this on you? You didn't do anything wrong! If it wasn't for Kuon, maybe you would still be that person! If it wasn't for her, you could still be friends with him! You could be-

"What?" You hear him say softly, much softer than his previous tone. Shit, did you say that out loud? "Yeah, you did." He says again, looking at you with a concerned expression on his face, not that you could tell.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out. I just- I’ve been-" You stutter, trying to find the right words. He laughs at that, actually laughs at it.

His laugh is hearty, warm, almost inviting you to laugh along with him. You don't, but he quickly composes himself, making your head turn towards him.

"Why on Earth were you jealous of Kuon?" He asks honestly, watching at how the invisible gears turn in your head, searching for an answer. You sigh heavily, running a hand across your face as you shake your hands while you speak.

"I just- she’s always there with you. She's latched onto you 24/7! I can't get 5 minutes alone with you before she comes barging in." You rant, frustration evident in your shaky voice.

"I just wanted to be your friend, be close with you. I can never do that because she's-she's there." You groan, hugging yourself with your arms. "I sound like a selfish idiot now, huh?"

You laugh dryly, frowning. He sighs, but a smile plays at his lips. "Y/n." He begins, his hand resting you your forearm. "You know she would never purposefully do that. She just, she has an infatuation with me I guess."

He sighs dramatically, earning a chuckle from you. "But." He tells you, watching your eyes as he speaks. "That doesn't mean I didn't miss you."

Your heart skips a beat at his comment, face flushing softly. "Kuon also misses you. You might not have caught onto it, but she looks up to you." He explains, smiling at how your expression softens, mumbling a soft 'she does?' to him.

He nods, laughing once more. "Come on, have dinner with the rest of us. We can't have you sitting alone out here anymore." You roll your eyes, but take him up on his word. He leads you back to the other, Kuon frantically waving over to the two of you the second you pass through the door.

"Y/n! Come sit with me!" She yells excitedly. Maybe you were wrong about her.

after that interaction, the three of you were all on much better terms

yes, kuon still had her habits, but he toned them WAY down after you explained to her how it made you feel

she teased the hell out of you for it too

you, of course, shrugged it off

but you never told her that she was wrong

you were happy to be on good terms with Sniper Mask again

he made a lot more time for you

your old interactions coming back at full force, and some new ones

he loved to take you on little walks on the high rises

he also made it a point to teach you how to shoot his rifle

which was terrifying, but exhilarating

you fell for him harder and harder every day

one day, you ranted your feelings out to Kuon

and while she wasn't surprised, it warmed her heart to see how much you loved him

yes, she crushed on him too, but that didn't take away from the obvious connection she saw between the two of you

unbeknownst to you, Sniper Mask had come to her about the same things

his usually cold demeanor broke whenever he talked with you

he genuinely enjoyed your company, he wanted more of it

and then some

so, she put a plan together

operation "get Mr. Mask and Y/n together" is a go!

she took it all very seriously

making sure you guys get paired together for scouting missions? that's all her

convincing Sniper Mask to get you little gifts and things? of course

overall, the best wing-woman you could ask for

however, the one thing she didn't have anything to do with was his confession to you

he could have used her help with it, that much was clear

but he wanted to tell you how he felt, no help necessary

Sniper Mask had told you earlier this morning to meet you at his room when the sunset before he rushed to get out of your vicinity like you were a plague. Granted, it hurt your feelings, but you couldn't stand him up.

You knocked gently on the wooden door, stepping back and waiting patiently for it to open. After about a minute, while you had heard nothing, you went to knock again.

Your efforts were proved useless as the door swung open hastily, revealing a disheveled Sniper Mask. His usual blazer and fedora were long forgotten, his hair messy, strands pointing this way and that. His mask sat lopsided on his face, still covering it fully.

"H-hey Y/n." He mumbled out, you offered him a wave as he awkwardly shuffled to the side, opening the door as an incentive for you to come in. You stepped inside, walking to the center of the room as you heard him close the door behind you.

You turned to speak to him again, but those thoughts were cast aside as you felt his hands settle onto your cheeks and his lips molding with yours. It startled you, you're eyes open in shock as you looked at him. His mask was completely off, thrown somewhere in the room, but he didn't seem to have a care in the world.

You quickly melted into the kiss, bringing your hands up to gently hold onto his forearms. He hummed, taking a moment before pulling away, leaving the two of you to gasp for air as he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes to meet his, full of adoration.

"I, uh, I think I'm in love with you?" It was more of a question, but you took it happily. You laughed softly, your fingers rubbing small circles in his forearms.

"Was that what that was?"

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song ii.

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader  au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual smut, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, things are heating up! the phrase ‘dilf dick’ gets thrown around way too much, RJ and taehyung cameo, hoseok, yoongi and namjoon are mentioned, as well as jungkook if you squint words; 12,169

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

After Seokjin dropped you off at the station, he and Arin waving you goodbye, it would be two weeks later when you saw him again. Not that you were holding out on it or anything… No way… That would be ludicrous.  

The last week of school was always hectic, activities and games top priority now that teaching had come to a standstill. The children were hyper, the teacher’s worn out, but without fail you always looked forward to the summer fate. Head of the committee every year, you and a handful of your fellow teachers organised each game, each stall and each prize. As well as wanting the children to have fun, it was also an opportunity to celebrate their achievements throughout the year with their families. There were an arrange of awards for most subjects, third through to first place for each grade, and this year you’d convinced the principal, Mr. Jung, to include a new creative writing award. It wasn’t technically a subject – you already had the spelling bee for English class, but he’d thought it was a great idea to celebrate the students’ talents in a brand new way. 

Of course, there was one child you had in mind when you’d gone to him with the idea – Arin. It was only fair in your eyes, she’d been with you not even three months and hadn’t had a chance like the other kids. The other awards were spoken for but you wanted her to at least get something, just so first grade could end on a good note for her and help her look forward to September. 

You were at the entrance of the fate, in casual conversation with Mrs. Jeon as well as greeting the students’ families, when you caught a glimpse of Seokjin. He was hand in hand with Arin who skipped happily beside him. He was wearing a sea green thin sweater, that blew in the light breeze, and black jeans. He was even in sneakers. Way more unbelievable than the slippers. He looked effortlessly good, and you thought you preferred him like this, casually dressed. The suits were great yes, but he looked far more attainable like this. Not that you wanted to attain him. 

Damn it. 

You tried your best to ignore the strange heat that had seemed to settle in your chest at the sight of him, the faintest flurry of what could only be described as butterflies aggravating your stomach. What the hell? What was wrong with you? 

“Hello, Miss.” Arin grinned, giving you a small wave, and you shook yourself out of it. 

“Hi, Arin,” you waved back, of course catching Seokjin’s eyes in the process. 

“Miss. Y/L/N,” he greeted, the hint of a smirk across his mouth. Teasing, again. Two could play at that game. 

“Mr. Kim,” you replied, unable to keep a straight face – especially when you heard him laugh as he passed by you. 

You watched him walk off, secretly pleased now that you knew he was here. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, wouldn’t dare tell anyone, but you’d been hoping he’d be free to attend the fate. To see Arin receive her reward, of course – nothing else. But, okay, maybe you had spent an embarrassingly long time choosing which dress to wear last night. Not that you wanted to impress him, more like… stand out. 

“Who is he?” Mrs. Jeon whispered animatedly – hopefully out of earshot and once again knocking some sense back into you. 

You tried to sound casual, like you weren’t aware of Seokjin’s jaw-dropping good looks – or more so, that they didn’t affect you whatsoever. “A student’s father.”

She made a noise of disbelief. “He is just pure… sex on legs.”

“Eunbi!” You exclaimed, taken by such surprise you used her first name. She burst out laughing, something you couldn’t ignore and ended up in a fit of giggles yourself. 

“Behave.” You warned, trying to compose yourself. “You’re a married woman.” You’d attended her wedding last summer, bringing along Soojung as your plus one. 

“Looking is still allowed,” she replied, making you both explode into laughter once again. 

You were giddy. Really, what was up with you?

.

.

The afternoon was a success, the children and their families enjoying immensely, as well as the teachers. It was your job to announce the creative writing reward and it was so heart-warming to see how happy it made Arin to come first place. She held her little trophy and movie theatre vouchers proudly for the camera, Seokjin looking just as over the moon as her. Mr. Jung convinced him to join for a few snaps and you looked on with a polite smile. Other than earlier and a thank you as you passed the prize to Arin, those had been your only interactions with Seokjin for the day and now the fate was drawing to a close. You wouldn’t say you were disappointed, because that would be preposterous, but if those were going to be your only exchanges then it made the times he’d fleeted into your mind these past couple of weeks highly embarrassing… 

It wasn’t as if you wanted to think about him, he just kept popping up. First you blamed Soojung, who wouldn’t shut up about Mr. Dilf for a few days after the exchange at his house (mansion), but soon the topic bored her, no new developments to keep her hooked. You on the other hand found yourself imagining instances where you’d bump into one another again. You know, happenstances… Like if he had the time to drop Arin off at school, although you doubted he’d end up in the staff parking lot again… You’d had a good giggle to yourself remembering his face when he’d realised. 

Other incidents were less realistic, like maybe he’d drop off a thank you present the students liked to gift to say goodbye, or maybe you’d bump into him at the grocery store, the park – highly improbable, but you found yourself thinking all these things when you were procrastinating or trying to get to sleep. 

Even now as you tried to win a prize at the Ring Toss stall – don’t ask how much money you’d already spent – (obviously using your free time wisely before you were needed again), you found yourself disappointed that things hadn’t worked out quite like you’d imagined today. You were being stupid. The guy was supposed to annoy the heck out of you, yet here you were unable to stop thinking about him. It had been a long time since a man had gotten you this distracted. A really long time… 

“Can I help?”

You jumped at the sound of Seokjin’s voice, granted you were in deep concentration, about to launch the hoop, but you felt like you’d been caught doing something wrong. As if he knew you’d been thinking about him, caught you in the act. You whipped your head up, forcing yourself to relax and smile. 

“I’ve been watching you try to win for the past ten minutes.” He chuckled. Great. How embarrassing. He stepped closer. “What do you have your eyes so set on?”

Oh, god. Even more embarrassing. You had a split second to make a decision. Be truthful or lie and choose something else. You know what, who cared? You were thirty and still loved stuffed animals. It wasn’t out of the ordinary. 

“The alpaca.” You pointed to the white fluffy animal sat on the top shelf. With his cute round face and a red scarf wrapped around his neck, he was adorable and you really wanted him. 

Seokjin wasn’t fazed at all. “He’s cute. I’ll try but don’t get your hopes up, okay?” 

You nodded and handed him the hoops. He needed to loop all three around the skittles. You watched him with anticipation, thinking to yourself this definitely wasn’t one of your fantasies, but you liked it regardless. Liked it even better when Seokjin managed to win. 

“Thank you, Seokjin,” you smiled, his name still feeling strange to say aloud. The man in charge of the game passed you your new ‘pet’ and you held it fondly, unable to stop yourself. Your landlord didn’t allow animals so you’d had to improvise over the years. You’d never had an alpaca before, but you were sure he’d fit right in. 

“No problem, I’m glad I could be of service.” He chuckled. 

There was a silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable but it was new. You were so used to Seokjin joking about you were expecting him to take the lead. Today he was quiet, actually right now he looked pretty awkward. 

You opened your mouth to ask him how he was when you suddenly realised something. How stupid of you. You’d been so distracted by the stuffed animal you hadn’t realised a little certain someone was missing. “Where’s Arin?”

“She’s playing with a friend and their family.” You watched him scratch the back of his neck, looking at you, but not really making eye contact. “Y/N, do you maybe want to take a walk? We could find some where to sit and talk?”

“About what?” You could’ve kicked yourself. Why did you have to ask that? You were just a little dazed from hearing him say your name again. 

“Uh, just about Arin really.” 

You didn’t really know what you’d been expecting so any answer would’ve surprised you, but you nodded, taking him up on the offer. “Okay.” 

You knew a bench away from the fate but still on school grounds, and you walked side by side, noticing just how tall and broad he was. His shoulders looked unbelievable in that sweater, and it hugged his chest perfectly when the light breeze of the afternoon hit him, his well-built chest visible. Not that you were staring or anything, you just happened to notice… 

You small talked along the way. Not much, mostly about the fate, but it was enough for you to hit your destination without any awkward silence. You wracked your brains as you sat, wondering what he had to say about Arin. Maybe he wanted to discuss her stories more, thank you for the prize she’d won. What you did know though, was that his cologne really did smell amazing. It was woody, maybe spicy, and just plain addicting. This close proximity was wreaking havoc with you again. You sat the alpaca between you both on bench, acting as a barrier for your sanity. 

Seokjin patted its head absentmindedly before he side-eyed you, that amused smile you’d become familiar with upturning the corners of his mouth. “You seem a lot less scrappy today.”

You raised both eyebrows, thrown for a moment. “Scrappy?”

“Yes,” he chuckled, “a lot less intimidating.” 

You? Intimidating? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? The sheer power of Seokjin’s brow line alone could bring a person to quivering knees, and that wasn’t mentioning the obvious, like you know, his face. However, he seemed genuine enough. You didn’t really consider yourself feisty, but then again, when pushed to your limits maybe something just snapped inside of you. You had powers you weren’t aware of, obviously. Better own them then…

You gave a small shrug, smirking slightly. “Maybe I’ve chosen to forgive and forget.” 

He chuckled again, genuinely amused, but you sensed some reluctance his end, a slight awkwardness. Was he stalling? You suddenly grew a little nervous. The dynamics you’d grown somewhat used to during your last few encounters had shifted without you knowing. Seokjin was a lot less teasing today. How come? 

“So,” you pressed carefully, unable to handle the anticipation. “What was it you wanted to say?” 

He lifted his head up, warm eyes meeting yours and your insides did that flurrying thing again. Your imagination hadn’t concocted this. When he smiled you realised how kind it was – how kind it could be when he wasn’t being infuriating. “I just want to thank you.” 

Your eyes widened before you could control the surprise. “Thank me?” 

He nodded, relaxing a little now, pressing his back into the bench. “For being such an amazing teacher to Arin these past couple of months.” 

Of course, Arin. That’s what he’d said in the beginning, right? He wanted to sit and talk about Arin.

“That’s really no problem,” you smiled. It was your job after all. Yes, teachers liked being appreciated for their hard work, but personally, praise sent you a little red in the face. 

You didn’t know if he heard you, already continuing, as if he’d rehearsed what he wanted to say. “It’s been really hard on her, the change – you know, uprooting the life she knew to come and live with me. New school, making new friends. She was incredibly worried, but you made it so much easier for her.” 

Looking at you again, sounding so genuine, you found yourself freezing. You stumbled a little over your words before managing to come up with something functional. “Of course, it’s my job to make every student comfortable in my class.” You were sure any teacher would’ve treated her with the same kindness and care. But, yes, truthfully you had become very fond of her in such a short time. You wanted him to know that in a roundabout way. “I’ll miss her come September.” 

He gave you an appreciative smile. “She’ll miss you too.” 

Serious Seokjin always threw you. Maybe it was because you had to accept that you’d misjudged him completely. He wasn’t the rich pompous jerk you’d first thought the morning he’d hit your car. You had to admit that like this he impressed and intrigued you. It was why you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him these past two weeks. Which was stupid because you doubted he was doing the same.  

“Thanks for choosing her to win that writing competition, by the way.” His voice brought you back to Earth, concentrating on him again to find that mischievous grin all over his face. “Even if you didn’t like the way it ended.” 

You scoffed. Was he ever going to drop that? He knew that wasn’t the case. He’d asked for the damn pointer himself. “Well, if Lewis Carroll did it.” 

“Kim Arin can too?” He finished, both of you instantly laughing. Once it petered off, he tilted his head to the side, gazing at you almost. It made you fidget a little, getting flustered. “She’s really fond of you. I meant what I said at the parent-teacher meeting.”

God, you really were horrendous at taking compliments. Especially from a man that already made you feel funny. 

“She’s always speaking about how kind and lovely you are.” A pause. "...How pretty you are.” You froze. He hesitated, contemplating something in his head it seemed. He looked you straight in the eyes and said casually, “I have to admit, I agree." 

Oh. What?! You felt heat begin to travel up your face, your cheeks burning and you prayed it wasn't visible. You didn't know what to reply, but thankfully (perhaps) Seokjin simply carried on, hopefully oblivious to your awkward reaction. You should bypass it too. It probably didn't mean anything. He was just being polite, right? 

“Realising it was your car I hit made me feel even guiltier." He shook his head regretfully. "I really am sorry for all that. The damage, stealing your car." 

"It's fine, Seokjin." He hadn’t really stolen your car, you’d been extremely overdramatic there. He'd apologised enough already. You were over it. You had two days left of school, the summer all yours, your mood was much better. Let bygones be bygones. 

“Yeah but, I should’ve never gotten your car towed. I realise I was out of line. You said you didn’t want my help but I didn’t listen." 

You nodded, listening to him, aware he needed to say this. Again, it seemed as if he'd rehearsed it almost, or maybe it was the professional in him. You were too damn stubborn so he wasn't all to blame. You smiled appreciatively, fighting your hand's strange urge to pat his shoulder. It was maybe best that you didn't touch him. Instead you gave a teasing grin. “But you still won’t let me pay you back?” 

He whined – or at least that's the only way you could describe it. It tugged at something inside your chest. Maybe it was more like a wail. Less cute. He couldn't believe you were back on that. 

"I'm just messing around," you laughed, trying to compose yourself to let him know something too. “While we're on apologies... I'm sorry for being so short with you annnd for calling you a car thief."

He chuckled, brushing a hand through his hair. Oh, it was pushed back above his forehead again today. You hadn't noticed, too distracted by what? His sneakers? The outfit as a whole? His face? “I deserved it, let’s be honest." 

"Maybe in the beginning," you admitted carefully, causing him to laugh harder. 

“I was way too preoccupied when I hit you. With work and promising Arin I’d drop her off at school – because shamefully I’d never done it before." He turned a little pensive at that, lost in his own thoughts. 

“You must be really busy," you said, voice soft. There was no way he could do it all. Work seemingly six days a week and still try to be there for Arin 24/7. 

He looked across at you, an eyebrow quirking slightly. What was he surprised by? That you were sympathising with him? He nodded slowly. “It’s just hard learning to juggle everything.   Don’t get me wrong, I love having her with me every day, but...”

“I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon.” You wanted to say it would be summer break soon enough, but then on second thoughts, maybe that would make things even harder. 

“Yeah, maybe,” he shrugged, changing the subject back to you. “Besides, me being busy doesn’t really excuse the fact I hit you. I mean, what if god forbid you’d been walking past my car instead, it doesn’t bear thinking about.” He looked beside himself at just the idea. 

“But I wasn’t,” you reminded him, “so it’s perfectly okay.” 

“You’re right,” he murmured, giving you a small smile that rounded his cheeks.  

There was silence then, where you waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. Was that all he’d wanted to talk about? To thank you for being a kind teacher to Arin and to say sorry once again for the car debacle? For some reason you felt eager to keep the conversation going. It was an urge deep inside you that acted on its own accord. 

“So, what do you do?” You asked, trying your best to sound casual. Not that you weren’t casual. You just didn’t want to make it seem like you were desperate for small talk. “If you don’t mind me asking.” 

Again, he looked vaguely surprised. What, that you were interested in him? No, that was phrased wrong. That you were interested. He didn’t meet your eyes as he replied.  “I, uh, I’m the CEO of LG. I took over from my father about three years ago.” 

You swore your eyes bugged out of their sockets you were so overcome with shock. You were glad he wasn’t looking at you as you tried to pull it together. “The LG?”

Like one of the biggest companies in the country LG? He was way too young surely? Weren’t those type of CEOs old and round looking?  

Seokjin chuckled, finally looking you in the eyes. “Unless you know another one.” 

You were speechless, well aware you needed to actually say something in reply instead of gawping but what? What could you say to that? “I guess that explains why you’re always so busy then.” 

God, why? Of all the things, why that? Well done for stating the obvious, Y/N. 

Seokjin gave you a modest smile. “It’s difficult, yes. Trying to manage work and being effectively a single dad, but I really am trying.” He shook his head slightly, as if he was telling himself off. “I missed her so much these past couple of years, so to finally have her living with me is a dream come true. I’m trying to be the best father I can but I guess it’s a work in progress.” 

You weren’t expecting him to be this open with you at all. But maybe Soojung wouldn’t be so surprised. She and a bunch of your other friends, even acquittances said that you were easy to confide in. That you listened well and didn’t try to solve everything. You didn’t know how true that was but you didn’t mind listening to him right now. Sometimes confiding in a stranger just worked. 

“Arin obviously adores you.” You smiled. “I could see that the day I dropped your car back.”

He gave you a tiny smile of thanks but sighed softly. “I just want her to always be happy. I know coming from a broken home may make that statement hypocritical but…”

“Not at all,” you insisted. “If a relationship isn’t working out then you need to do what’s best for your child, and you.” That was important too. “I mean, my parents divorced when I was quite young and I have a million and one happy memories growing up.” 

You grew a little self-conscious, thinking that you were oversharing, but he seemed happy to hear it, perking up a little. “Really?” 

“Yep. They beat the ones I have of them yelling at one another.” 

He gave a bitter chuckle then, nodding in agreement. “That’s right. It’s just…” He paused and you wondered if he was going to carry on. Was it bad that you felt curious? You liked seeing this side of Seokjin, it wasn’t how your fantasies had gone at all, it was better. Things had taken an unexpected turn but it just seemed to fit. It seemed natural. It felt nice to talk to him like this. Suddenly you didn’t seem so different. Despite the contrasts in your job and lifestyle, they weren’t very apparent here on this bench… 

“My ex-wife is… she lives a busy life – even busier than mine. But she loves it. She goes looking for it.” Seokjin explained. You listened politely. “That’s why Arin had to start living with me, and even though I’m pulled thin, I still try to make enough time for my daughter, no matter the day, no matter the time, no matter anything. Nana doesn’t…”

Nana? That was her name. You imagined someone slim and beautiful, it was only fitting seeing as Seokjin was the man she was married to once upon a time. Beauty attracted beauty. 

“Is that why you divorced?” Okay, maybe you were prying now. You hoped he didn’t find it rude. 

He didn’t. “There were a lot of reasons,” he answered honestly. “It was as much my fault as it was hers. We were going in different directions and had fallen out of love. It’s been a while now, nearly two years, I’m fine.” He met your eyes at the last part, as if he wanted you to understand that. Or maybe you were reading it wrong. Why would he want you to know that? 

“Does she live far?” You remembered Arin’s disappointment that weekend when her mom had cancelled their plans. Maybe she lived a while away and it was hard to commute with Arin back and forth. 

“No, just in the next city. It’s not far at all. She’s really high up in an accounting firm there. That’s why when we divorced I moved closer to my building here. See, that’s what annoys me the most,” Seokjin scoffed, an edge to his voice now. Oh shoot, you’d made a mistake with that question. “It’s really no distance at all, so why can’t she spare one single day for Arin?” 

You made a sympathetic face, unsure what to say. You decided on honesty. “I’m sorry, I can’t even begin to imagine how all that feels.” 

Break-ups and divorces were hard yes, but when a child was stuck in the middle a tonne of other complications arose. As a teacher you understood that very well, but as a long-time single woman, maybe not. It had been a while since you’d opened your heart to someone, your life taking a very different turn to what you’d expected three years ago. Not that you minded, you liked where you were heading right now, comfortable and at ease. There was nothing missing. You had your friends and family and that was enough. You hoped Seokjin had people around him too.  

“No, I’m the one that should apologise,” he said suddenly, face tinged with colour, as if he was embarrassed. “I’m offloading onto you, that isn’t fair.” 

“I don’t mind.” Honestly, you didn’t at all. It wasn’t even offloading, more so a conversation. You were getting to know him. 

“You’re just so easy to talk to and I got a bit caught off guard when you started asking about me.” He admitted, his warm eyes finding yours. 

Oh. So now you knew for definite he was indeed surprised by all your questions. When was the last time he’d spoken about all that stuff relating his ex-wife? Had he ever spoken about it at all? 

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you today.”

His words caught your attention, interrupting your thoughts and in the process confusing you greatly. You raised a questioning eyebrow. What did he mean? 

“When I asked you to take a walk I did want to thank you for being so kind to Arin and to apologise for the car trouble, but there was also something else…” You waited patiently, heart thudding quite roughly against your chest for some reason. He looked nervous again. Nervous and awkward just like earlier, before you’d distracted him. 

He chose a new direction. One that left you a little dazed. “Y/N, would I be crossing the line if I said I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you lately?” His dark brown eyes searched for any reaction across your face. 

“Me?” You asked quietly. 

He chuckled bashfully. “Yeah.”

Somehow you found your voice. Well, some of it anyway. “No, it’s not crossing the line.” You wanted to tell him just the same. How he’d slipped into your mind at random times of the day and how you’d secretly been holding out on another meeting. How you’d been anticipating today. But none of that came in your stunned state. Seokjin had been thinking about you? The annoying, exasperating so-and-so hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you? 

He instantly looked relieved – and pleased – at your answer. “I’m glad.” A pause as he hesitated. “Do you maybe want to… go out for dinner this Saturday?” He sounded hopeful, adding quickly, “with me, obviously.”

You would’ve giggled at that but nothing was working. You needed to process his question. He was asking you for dinner? 

“My way of apologising for everything, my treat…” You guessed he felt the need to explain now, a little panicked by your reaction (or no reaction.) “For hitting your car and towing it away without your permission.” 

You laughed then. Just like that your shock dispersing. He was so oblivious it hurt, and now you knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He really was that unaware. “So you want to spend more of your money on me?”

You weren’t mad, of course. He knew that, laughing too as he weighed up your reply. “I see the problem.” You snickered, your gaze intimately locking with his in the process. “So, what do you say?” He murmured. “I mean, it’s for a plethora of things really. The car business, all you’ve done for Arin. One massive thank you.” 

Oh. You were getting mixed messages here. Was this an apology dinner, a thank you dinner? Or something more? Maybe he read the questioning in your eyes because he was rushing to say more. “As well as just wanting to enjoy your company. I feel like I talked too much about myself today, I’d like to get to know you too…”  

Okay, now this sounded awfully like a date… And that word freaked you out. Had you not just been thinking about how happily single you’d been for three years and how all you needed were your friends and family? But honestly, you were getting ahead of yourself. It was one dinner. There was no way to predict the outcome and you shouldn’t even be thinking that far ahead. Sometimes you didn’t need to think. You needed to remember that. Sometimes it was just good to act in the moment. Take cautious to the wind and accept this incredibly handsome man’s dinner invitation, whatever his intention was. 

You smiled. “Dinner sounds lovely.” 

Seokjin’s eyes widened a tad, surprise visible and he didn’t try to hide it. “Really?” You laughed and nodded. Really you should be the one still shocked, because despite everything – the misjudgements, the attitude, the way you’d been itching for numerous fights with him, it was a wonder why he still wanted to be anywhere near you. …Maybe he liked that… Maybe he liked you? Or were you absolutely barking mad?  

“Can I have your number to arrange everything?” 

You went to relay it to him, watching him pull his phone from out his front jean pocket but then remembered something. “Oh, I already have yours, should I just text you?”

“That’s my work phone. Maybe we should swap personal phone numbers?” 

You mean, you only had one phone, but it made sense why he had two. You were still stuck on the personal part though. A little dazed (and excited) as he saved your number into his phonebook. Your phone was locked up in your classroom, so you couldn’t take his but no matter, you’d just save it once he messaged you. 

Seokjin glanced at his watch – an expensive looking thing, but that was really no surprise now – and hummed. “We should head back, the fate will be finishing soon.” 

You made more small talk as you walked back, Seokjin wondering if you had any allergies or a special diet so he could bear it in mind when he chose a restaurant. Luckily for you no, but you found out that he was allergic to garlic and potatoes, which seemed ridiculous and highly unfair. But he did admit that he ignored it sometimes, which resulted in disaster often because garlic made him itch like crazy. You had a good laugh over that. 

“So, what are you going to name him?” Seokjin asked, stroking the top of your alpaca’s head who was hooked against your hip as you walked.  

“Hm. I don’t know.” You shrugged, turning to him. “You decide? You did win him after all.” 

“Hmmm,” he thought aloud. A few seconds later he came up with something. “How about RJ?”

“RJ?” 

Seokjin chuckled. “Yeah, it’s cute.” 

Smiling, you had to agree. “Yeah, it is.” You held the stuffed animal up in front of you, tilting your head to the side. “RJ the alpaca. Perfect.” 

Still walking as you spoke, you felt Seokjin move in, hovering his hand behind the small of your back in case you stumbled, your attention elsewhere. You felt the same warmth you had the day he’d called you by your name for the first time… 

Of course you had to tell Soojung about the events of the day. It wasn't as if you could keep it a secret – and it wasn't as if you wanted to, you just knew what would happen... She was like a dog with a bone, unable to give it up, making you recall every minute detail down to the socks he was wearing (black, by the way, to match his jeans. You had indeed noticed). 

“He’s so smart. He waits until you’re not this kid’s teacher anymore and then BAM, do you want to go on a date?”

“Soojung, it’s not a date," you sighed. “He’s just…being nice." 

You were still reluctant to call it a date, because well, he hadn't used the word himself. You didn't want to get your hopes up. Although you would never admit that to her, you knew she understood, in her own roundabout way. 

“Being nice?!” She exclaimed, scoffing absurdly loud. 

You shrugged. “Yeah, thanking me." 

She spluttered, as if she found you terribly naive. “What, thanks for being kind to my daughter? SHUT UP, it’s your job! No, he wants to give you that Dilf dick!" 

“Oh, my god. Soojung!” You hushed, immediately feeling your face burn. The thought hadn't even crossed your mind because it was so unbelievable. 

Saturday was not that long away, the last two days of school flew by, and whilst you were emotional, your mind was also a little too preoccupied with the weekend and what it all meant. Gradually, you’d finally had to admit to yourself that this was probably, most definitely a date. The word sent a fear through your body like no other. Despite being single for three years, you had been on a few first dates in that time, and obviously they had never led to anything. In fact, it had been over a year since your last and that's when you had sworn off dating altogether. 

Min Yoongi. That was the last guy you'd said yes too. A fifth grade teacher at Primrose Hill up until last September. (That had nothing to do with you, by the way, he'd just moved cities last summer to pursue a different career. The date hadn't been that bad...) He was easy on the eye and funny, although maybe a little too sarcastic at times, so much so, you hadn't been able to pick up on the signals until he was cornering you in the staff room and asking you to watch a movie with him that coming weekend. Being both teachers, you'd assumed you'd hit it off straight away, but that wasn't the case. It turned out that Yoongi pretty much hated his job, only there for the extended vacations. That was perfectly fine, you guessed, but you realised that a man like that wasn't for you. How could you both love and hate the same job? It just wasn't feasible. 

You didn't miss dating, mostly because you hadn't been that into the idea anyway. But now? Now that the idea had presented itself again? After the most peculiar string of events, you had suddenly found yourself being asked out for dinner by the man who had hit your car, and you were… excited. For the first time in forever, you were excited for a date.  

You hadn’t felt like this since –

Since Donghae. 

Even thinking his name turned your heart heavy. Not as bad as the original heartbreak three years ago, but the memory was still enough to dampen your mood, if even for a moment. You'd met one another during your last year of college and had stayed together for the next five years. He'd been your forever man, the one you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with – he had proposed to you on your 26th birthday after all... Only, being his fiancé hadn't lasted. Since months later he confessed to cheating on you – repeatedly with a girl that worked in the Starbucks near his work building. It had been the pressure of settling down, that's what he'd told you. He was still young, had been very young when you'd gotten together in college and he wanted to experience life properly. His friends were out clubbing every weekend while he stayed inside playing boardgames with you and your friends. Your friends, as if they weren't his too, as if you all hadn't been joined at the hip in college... 

Your life had pretty much crumbled after that. Everything you'd known had been ripped from under your feet and you had no idea what to do or where to go. One day you had been someone's wife-to-be and the next you were a lonely, broken human. You moved in with Soojung, had to take a month off work because you couldn't function properly, and slowly had to learn how to live your life without the love of your life. 

It took a while, but gradually you got there. You and Soojung found a new, bigger place to live – where you still lived now – and you found ways to stop thinking about him, went on weekend vacations and started new hobbies. It took just over a year to feel yourself again but dating never seemed right. 

Soojung slowly encouraged you to try it out, but the handful that happened in that twelve month period just felt forced – even the one with Yoongi, which had pretty much happened organically (as in, Soojung hadn't set it up…), felt like it was missing something. In a way you knew you were comparing everyone to Donghae, you couldn't help it. You couldn't imagine potentially falling in love with someone else again. He was all you'd known for so long, and once upon a time your relationship had been amazing. He'd been amazing. Getting out of that mindset had been difficult, but there had been an even more difficult one... One you were still struggling with now. The issue of opening up your heart again. 

Truthfully, that's why you’d stayed single for so long. Why you'd given up on dating and didn't want to know. The thought of you meeting and falling for someone only to inevitably get hurt again terrified you. You wouldn't say you had trust issues, you knew not every man was like Donghae, but just imagining your world crumbling like it had three years ago was enough to just give up. 

It wasn't like you were unhappy though. You’d meant all that stuff about liking where your life was heading. You had your friends and family and a job you loved. Your life was fulfilling, there was nothing missing. But maybe that’s what you’d needed to realise… Life worked in mysterious ways. Once you were happy and content maybe it was finally time to open up your heart again. 

The truth was, you were very, very attracted to Seokjin. You felt something, even when you wanted to poke his eyeballs out for being so annoying. Actually, thinking about it, maybe that’s why you’d been so scrappy, your mind was fighting with your heart… Despite the obvious differences between you both, you oddly weren’t fazed by that right now. Seokjin didn’t seem unrelatable in that sense. Yes, your lives were crazy different, but there was something between you. You were sure of it. The way he’d opened up to you on that bench, the way he’d smiled at you, and even the way he’d teased you. It had to mean something. 

Sometimes it was okay to trust your heart. That warm feeling weaving its way through your chest… Sometimes it was okay to be a little exposed. Not everyone was out to get you. 

What was the worst that could happen? The dinner never led to anything else? That would be okay, you’d get over it. But what if it did lead to something more…? 

You deserved to find out, right? 

Saturday morning you received a text from Seokjin. You were eating breakfast at the small table you had set up in the kitchen alongside Soojung. She had only just woken up and was still a little bleary eyed but still managed to instantly perk up at the mention of Seokjin. She demanded to see his message straight away. 

Unknown (9:32am)  Hi Y/N,  It’s Kim Seokjin, Arin’s father. Just wondering if you still want to have dinner tonight? If so, please let me know and I will send through the restaurant details. We can decide on a time for me to pick you up.  Regards, Seokjin 

She squealed. “This guy writes his texts like they’re emails. You just know he’s going to be a good lay.”

“Soojung,” you groaned.  She would not shut up about Dilf dick this and Dilf dick that. “What does that even mean?” 

“He’s a CEO,” she said simply, eyes wide as if that explained everything. “Of one of this country’s biggest companies. That’s like some type of erotic novel shit.” 

You groaned loudly, dropping your head into your hands, but she still continued – sadly. 

“But none of that creepy Fifty Shades of Grey stuff. This guy is a real gentleman. Like he puts your pleasure above all else. I think he’d be really good at going down on a woman.”

By this point, you’d stopped feeling flustered by her insane claims. They were just normal now. She was unbelievable. Why was she even thinking of these things and where did she come up with them? You didn’t want to think of Seokjin like that because you really wanted to keep your sanity for tonight. Plus, no way were you ready for something like that yet. You hoped Seokjin wasn’t anticipating something more. You were sure he wasn’t, you hadn’t gotten those vibes. Soojung was just being dumb. 

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t half talk some shit.” 

You wanted her to point out how cute his text was instead. Like how he’d said he was Arin’s father, you know, just in case you’d forgotten who he was in two days, but no, she was too caught up on potential erotic novel titles. 

You slipped to the side with a start when Soojung nudged your shoulder, getting all up into your personal space as she teased you. “I’m right though, huh?” 

You pushed her back. “This is just a dinner. Not the start of an erotic novel.”

She shrugged. “I’d read it.”

“What would you read?”

Taehyung’s voice appeared from the doorway and you both looked up to see him leaning against it, eyes still pretty much glued shut, his thick hair pulled all ways. 

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Soojung greeted, standing up to make her way towards him. You watched her wrap her arms around his middle, nuzzling into him. She’d only left him in bed not half an hour ago. Seeing your best friend in love was odd but nice. You weren’t used to sappy Soojung, but you had to admit it suited her well. They were cute together. 

Taehyung wrapped one arm around his girlfriend and lifted the other to his face, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. “What are you guys yelling about down here? You woke me up.” 

“Y/N’s date tonight,” 

“Oh, Mr. Dilf?” He sniggered, perking up. 

Soojung screeched and joined in. “CEO Dilf dick.” 

“You told him?!” You whined, standing to dump your bowl in the sink. 

“Of course.” Taehyung smiled smugly. “She tells me everything. Don’t you, babe?”

“Yep.” She grinned. You watched in minor amusement as Taehyung leant down to peck her mouth, Soojung gagging loudly. “Your breath stinks.” 

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You replied to Seokjin promptly – well as soon as Soojung and Taehyung had vacated the kitchen – and not long after that he messaged back with the restaurant details, asking if it was okay to pick you up at 7pm. You sent him your address, almost immediately freaking out. You knew his wealth hadn't fazed you that bad, seeing as he was so easy to talk to, but your place and his place were on different planes of existence. You knew it wouldn't bother him, he wasn't like that, you knew that now, but you were still a little self-conscious. It was probably the nerves regarding today. The reality was setting it. The slight doubt… 

Soojung wasn't helping. 

“There’s steaks on the menu that are more than our rent a week," she awed, looking down at her phone. 

Why had you given her the name of the restaurant again? You would never learn your lesson. She had already googled his name when you’d told her he was the CEO of LG and she had been this close to searching his net worth before you’d stopped her. You didn’t want to know, not only was it incredibly invasive, it made you feel slightly faint. Seeing his image pop up online was enough for you . A professional headshot, he smiled kindly into the camera lens. It was crazy to think that it was the man you’d be going to dinner with. 

Soojung would be good for one thing though – helping you decide on an outfit for tonight. Taehyung had gone home a couple of hours ago, needed at the bar he owned so she had nothing else better to do. Not that she was listening to you though… 

She shrugged. “What did I expect? This dude is a billionaire." 

“He’s not." 

Billionaire seemed a lot more intimidating than a millionaire, but in reality what was the difference? He was unbelievably rich and you were just... you. You shook your head, attempting to claw yourself out of the anxiety hole you'd found yourself in. His job didn't matter. The restaurant he'd chosen didn't matter. You were going for dinner with him to enjoy his company and get to know him better. The finer details were irrelevant. 

“Come on! If not he must be a multi-multimillionaire." She rationalised. "His dad is the billionaire."

You groaned. "Will you stop making me nervous and help me pick something to wear?" 

You decided on the midi dress you'd actually worn to Eunbi's wedding last summer. It was the only fancy thing you had – or at least fancy enough to dine at a restaurant that sold insane dollar steaks. But wait, the restaurant wasn't supposed to matter, remember? 

You still wanted to look nice though. The dress was modest in itself but maybe the colour was a bit eye-catching – a deep red. Soojung said it was perfect and you'd knock his Dilf socks off. By now you were getting sick of the word. You told her as much.

"What if I don't want to sleep with him?"

"As if." She scoffed. "Your dry spell has gone on far too long. You deserve this." She caught the look of apprehension on your face. "When you're ready of course."

"Don't make me –”

"Nervous, I know" she finished for you, sighing loudly. "There's no need to be. Mr. Dilf is whipped for you, I just know it."

How did she know? She hadn't even met him, but you appreciated the sentiment. You did not appreciate it when she was being a clever bitch though. 

"I'm just trying to work this out." She said, watching you apply your mascara in the bathroom mirror. It was much later in the day now, about forty minutes before Seokjin was due to pick you up. You were dressed, hair up, makeup nearly done, and sick to your stomach with anticipation. You hummed, letting her know you'd heard her and to continue. 

"You were mad when Dilf spent money on your car but you're okay with him spending mad money on you at this restaurant?" 

"Soojung," you warned, staring at her reflection in the glass. 

She held her hands up in apology. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just curious. Is it okay when it's food?"

You sighed. You knew it didn't really make sense, you guessed, but well, you'd said yes to the dinner. You hadn't said yes to the car being repaired. That was the difference. 

"I'm not going to order the most expensive thing on the menu." 

"Well, don't just order a side salad, he'll think you're weird..." 

You simply stared at her. Her input was so appreciated. 

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“He’s here, oh my god, he’s here!” Soojung screamed, spying through the voile curtains in the living room. "Ten minutes early. I love that." 

“Soojung, move away, now." You told her sternly. 

“The fucking car–” She cut herself with a muffled sound. As if she was trying to stifle her own screams. You guessed he'd gotten out of said car. “What the fuck, what the fuck, he’s SO hot. I’m going to pass out."

“Soojung!" Dropping your phone into your purse you slipped on your heels, nearly tripping over in the process. You gripped onto the back of the couch just in time. "I swear to god if he sees you." 

She spun around, pointing an accusing finger at you. “You never said he was that hot." 

You shrugged. "You never asked."

"I asked every goddamn second of the day. You lucky bitch." She walked towards you, fixing a piece of your hair that had fallen into your eyes. “How come you get hot billionaire Dilf and I get the man-child whose special talent is making cocktails." 

"Shut up," you scoffed. She loved Taehyung and his cocktail making skills. That's how they'd met after all. She drunk at the bar three days a week for a month straight until he asked her out. 

The doorbell rung and you froze, remembering how nervous you were. Soojung's antics had distracted you for a while but now reality was setting in. As you turned to leave she tapped your ass. “Get that Dilf dick, girl!”

"Soojung, I swear to god –”

"I won't wait up."

Ha. As if. She'd be glued to that window until Seokjin dropped you off back home. You knew her all too well, you'd been best friends for over ten years. 

In the entryway now, you didn't have time for breathing exercises. Although, you wished you'd had once you opened the door to see Seokjin stood there looking devastating handsome. 

“Hi," he smiled, eyes lighting up when he saw you. 

“Hey," you managed to squeeze out, cemented to the ground. 

He was dressed in a double breasted navy two piece that must have been tailored to fit his body down to the millimetre, a crisp white dress shirt on underneath. His hair looked shorter, falling just above is eyebrows and parted slightly in the middle. He looked good enough to eat. Or good enough to make you pass out. Either one. 

“You look beautiful," he awed, rendering you pretty speechless. 

This was a date. It really was a date. 

"Thank you," you managed to reply, needing to return the compliment. But what could you possibly say?! “You look…really good." 

Oh god. How embarrassing. 

Especially when Seokjin burst out laughing, that familiar squeak to it that you'd heard at the parent-teacher meeting. "I'll take it. Thanks." He tilted his head. "Are you ready to go? I'm a bit early, I know. Sorry about that." 

You nodded, clutching your purse tight to your side. "I, uh... I would invite you in to kill time but my best friend’s embarrassing." You raised your voice a little so she'd hear you, but on her best behaviour she stayed deathly silent. Well done, Soojung. 

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, a little confused, but you figured you'd fill him in inside the car. "It's fine," he shook his head.

Seeing you stepping forward he moved to the side, outstretching his arm to invite you to lead the way. You did, making sure not to look back towards the living room window, because you knew for a fact you'd see Soojung pressed up against it. 

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“This is all new for me.” Seokjin admitted, sat opposite you as you waited for your dessert. “I haven’t been on a date for years.”

To say the night had gone well would be an understatement. At first you’d been too nervous to even breathe, especially with Seokjin looking like that just a few centimetres away from you as he drove. It didn’t help that he seemed to be some type of regular at the restaurant, getting greeted as if he was an old friend of the manager and led to his ‘usual’ table; a quiet spot away from the hustle and bustle. It turned out he co-owned the place with his brother, looking mildly embarrassed as he told you. It was cute, but he had nothing to be self-conscious over, this was his life, normal to him. I hope you don’t see it as a cop-out, he confessed, causing some confusion your end. Why would you see it that way? This restaurant was beautiful, certainly popular, and you couldn’t wait to try the food. You told him as much and he laughed about feeling nervous now. 

You tried lobster for the first time ever – his recommendation. It was kind of messy, but he ordered the same so you were both in it together. You laughed, you joked, you got to know one another more. Conversation came easy, both relaxed in one another’s company, and after the main you both decided to share a dessert, too stuffed for anything more. 

“Snap,” you grinned, silently happy that was the case, although rather amazed. Seokjin was, well… him, who wouldn’t want to snap him up? However then again, he was a busy, divorced father. Dating probably wasn’t high up on his list. You were so distracted by his confession, you didn’t even comprehend he’d used the word ‘date.’ 

“Really?” Seokjin’s eyes bulged slightly. Why was he so surprised? 

You shrugged casually. “It’s been well over a year since my last date.”  

Seokjin’s mouth curved, amused. “Try over ten.” 

“I wasn’t aware this was a competition,” you laughed, but yes, he indeed had you beat. 

He laughed along, the arrival of your lemon cheesecake interrupting you both for a moment. It was a few bites later when the conversation got back on track again, Seokjin’s tone careful as he looked across at you, both of you reaching for another bit of the cheesecake with your dessert forks. “You don’t mind me calling this a date, do you? This isn’t the part where you tell me you’ve been in a relationship for five years and you just thought this was an innocent thank you dinner?”

You giggled softy, shaking your head. “No. I don’t mind you calling it a date.” You brought the fork up to your mouth, taking your time to chew before you continued. “Soojung was adamant it was but I… didn’t want get my hopes up?” You wanted to be honest. This night was about opening yourself up to the uncertain. 

“Soojung, your best friend? The one you live with?” He asked. 

You nodded. You’d already told him all about your best friend, about how you lived with each other. Seokjin hadn’t bat an eyelid, which was nice. You weren’t embarrassed or anything, but the differences in your living arrangements were stark. He thought it sounded fun. He still remembered living with his best friend Namjoon back in college and how entertaining that had been. He’d definitely be up for it again if they weren’t both dads now – divorced at that, but hey ho, that was life. 

“Well, she was correct.” Seokjin continued. “I thought I made it clear but I guess I was too cryptic.” 

“So, which one is it?” You asked, lifting an eyebrow in interest. “Not an innocent thank you dinner or not an innocent dinner?” 

You were feeling brave, however your heart still thudded inside your chest, adrenaline whooshing through your veins. There was something about Seokjin that made you act so out of character… 

Seokjin failed to conceal the visible surprise across his features and you watched him swallow before he composed himself, a smirk appearing on his lips immediately. “If I didn’t know any better I would say you were flirting with me right now.”

You shrugged. “I’m just checking if your intentions are innocent or not?” You took another bite of the cheesecake. 

His smirk grew, and you watched him drop his fork onto the plate to lean back in his chair. “I would say they are, however, I did have plans to kiss you on the cheek tonight, so maybe, busted?” He chuckled then, at himself – he liked doing that you’d noticed. It was kind of cute. 

The butterflies were back. Now there was no need to ignore or try to explain them. You took them as what they were – a good sign. Humming aloud, you tilted your head to the side and pretended to contemplate. “I think I can let you do that.” 

Seokjin laughed. “You can? Okay, that sounds good.” 

You reached for your glass of wine, needing a sip just to calm the flurry inside of you. Seokjin tucked his chair closer, still laughing but quietly now, more like a chuckle. “Honestly, I was pretty much shitting my pants today.” 

You snorted into your glass, taken by surprise at his choice of words. “Sorry,” you apologised, feeling a little bit embarrassed by the sound that had just left your nose. He didn’t same fazed. “I was nervous too.” 

That seemed to settle him. He smiled fondly, fingers tracing the brim of his glass. “I guess we were being silly.” His lips parted to say something else but he hesitated. You watched him take a quiet exhale, then he continued. “My therapist has been begging me to try dating again for months but the thought has always been pretty terrifying.” He gave a small shrug, his warm eyes locking with yours. “Until I met you.” 

You could feel your heart rate speeding up, unable to stop the smile that spread across your face. He was pleased, grinning back, posture visibly relaxing. “She said I should face up to my fears and just ask you out.” 

There were a lot of thoughts whirring through your mind right now. The fact he felt comfortable enough to disclose with you that he had a therapist, and the fact that he’d even mentioned you to her, that she had encouraged him to ask you out. The fact he’d liked you enough to want to take the plunge at all. After two years of being alone, you were the woman who had made him want to try again… It felt comparable to your own thoughts, to your feelings… and that’s why you felt so relaxed tonight. It just felt right. 

“I like you, Y/N.” He confessed. “I know we don’t know one another very well, but I hope that this is just the beginning.” 

Despite his words sending your butterflies crazy, you kept your cool, trying to stunt your smile. “You’re not so bad yourself, I guess.” 

He chuckled. You let yourself smile at the sound. “Not so bad. I’ll take it.” He picked up his fork again, taking a bite of the cheesecake you’d both forgotten about. His voice was careful, genuine to match his expression, when he carried on. “Despite the circumstances of how we met and what followed, I don’t know, I haven’t felt a spark like that in forever.” He reached for a sip of his wine, laughing. “What do you think? You can call me crazy if you want.” 

“I think you’re right.” There was no doubt about it now. You’d been adamant in the beginning that was nothing there – no spark, no flirting, insisting Soojung was wrong, but now you couldn’t deny the obvious attraction. You’d immediately bounced off one another that evening during the parent-teacher meeting, despite your annoyance the day before. 

You grinned. “You frustrated me to no end but I felt something too.” 

He tilted his head to the left, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Frustrated you? How so?”

“You know how,” you laughed. “I may or may not have called you an exasperating bastard in my head.” 

He couldn’t contain himself then, taken back and genuinely amused. “Oh god,” he practically wheezed. “I like that one.” 

You laughed along, unable not to when the sound he made brought you such joy. You reached for another forkful of cheesecake, the dessert nearly coming to an end. Just like the date, you thought. You didn’t want it to end, you were enjoying yourself too much. 

“What about now?”

You looked up at Seokjin, eyes widening in question. What did he mean? He was staggeringly composed now, although his eyes shone with mischief as he grinned and explained. “Do I frustrate you now?”

You tried to stunt your own smile, shrugging your shoulders. “Not tonight.” 

“At the fate?”

“Nope.” 

He nodded his head, seemingly happy with your answers. “I guess things are looking up then.” He picked up his glass again, about to take a sip before he paused and added,  “Although, I must admit, I liked frustrating you. You look so cute when your mad.” 

You felt heat immediately burn its way to your cheeks, hoping the lighting in this restaurant was dim enough not to make it obvious. He took a swig of his wine. “Watch it, Mr. Kim.” As he chuckled it muffled inside the glass.  

You went for the last piece of cheesecake, figuring you were owed that now. You looked across at him as you chewed, knowing that if you really wanted this to happen again you needed to let him know. Face up to your fears of opening up, telling people how you really felt. “I’d like to get to know you better, Seokjin.”

“Really?” He sounded hopeful, fingers playing with the rim of his wine glass again. 

“Mmhm.” You nodded. “You seem like a lovely man if we ignore the car stealing...” 

“Hey,” he whined, “you apologised for that already, you can’t bring it up again.” You held your hands up in silent defence, chuckling silently, watching him lean closer. “But please, go back to what you were saying about me being a lovely man. Stroke my ego, it’s been a long week.” 

Had it? You were curious, concerned really. You thought to ask him if he wanted to talk about it, but you guessed the last thing he’d like to do was discuss work on a date. Instead, you decided to tell him about what attracted you most to him. The thing that had inevitably made you change your mind and realise that maybe, quite possibly, you’d misjudged him.

“Arin really adores you and I can see how much you dote on her. Any man cherished by his child is a good one in my eyes.” 

“Oh.” He simply replied, possibly at a loss of words. He looked touched – happy, but ultimately unsure of what to reply, so he bypassed it in a way, raising an eyebrow. “So is there some kind of checklist?” 

“What do you mean?” 

He gave a slight shrug. “Like, ‘kids like him – check.’ ‘He knows how to clean dishes – check.’ – I can by the way. I’m really good with a pair of washing up gloves and some dish soap.” 

You burst out laughing, not quite believing your ears. “Yeah, okay.” You admitted. “There’s a list.” Didn’t every woman have one? 

“Let’s see how I fare then.” Seokjin said, sounding sure of himself as he leant back in his seat, hands behind his head – the image of casual. Maybe you were into this cocky Seokjin… It was sort of hot. 

“Okay so…” You began, leaning forward. “Family man – check.” You’d already approved that one. “Loves animals?”

He scoffed. “Easy. Animals are so much better than humans.” 

Okay, more points his way… “Uhh.” You thought aloud, racking your brains. “Does he make me laugh?”

Seokjin mulled it over. “That sounds like a decision you have to make, but I think it’s a yes? I mean, you’ve been laughing all night. Unless you were just being nice.” 

“No, you are funny,” you confirmed, although you were unable to miss an opportunity to mess around with him. “You have that, what should I call it,” you pretended to think, “that old man type sense of humour.”

“Hey. I’m not that old,” he huffed. 

You chuckled quietly. True, he wasn’t old, but you were still surprised when you’d found out he was turning 38 this coming December. Some people were blessed with ageing gracefully. Of course he was one of them. The man looked amazing for someone two years away from forty. 

“What about you?” You wondered. “Do you have a checklist?”

He sat upright again, setting his elbow on the table to drop his chin in his palm, giving you his full attention. “Yes, and you check them all.” 

“I do?” You laughed in disbelief. Either he was easy to please or he wanted brownie points. 

He shrugged, as if to say of course. “You’re funny, caring, can be kind of scary at times – which I’m sort of into, to be honest.” 

“I’m not scary,” you protested, pouting slightly. However, what? He was into it? That made you feel funny…

He smirked. “I beg to differ.” 

You rolled your eyes. “What else do I check off?”

He didn’t need time to think. “You’re insanely beautiful.” Your dumbfounded expression made him second guess himself. He pulled a face. “Yikes. Too cheesy?”

You grinned, getting a hold of yourself. “Maybe, but then again, maybe I like that.” How could you not like being called beautiful? How could you not like receiving a compliment? Especially from him. 

He smiled, gazing into your eyes as he leant forward. You felt immediate warmth when his hand cupped yours across the table. This was the first time he’d touched you, right? Your mind was a blur right now, unable to recall two hours ago, let alone two weeks ago. When he spoke, you only felt warmer, the soft timbre of his voice fluttering through your whole body. “I’m really attracted to you, Y/N.” 

And what could you say to that? You swallowed, wetting your throat, realising it had become dry. He was waiting for a reply, amused by something – your blank looking face most probably. He had the ability to render you speechless, and he knew it. He liked it. 

Well, no, not on your watch. You’d get the last word. You’d win. 

Composing yourself, you slipped your hand from under his, tapping it lightly, as if you were consoling him. “I’ve said it once already, but you’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Kim.” 

Taken aback, he chuckled quietly in bemusement, shaking his head. “You’re going to give me wrinkles.”  

.

.

A man of his word, he did kiss you on the cheek after the date was over. He waited until he had driven you home and opened the door for you to step out of the car – ever the gentleman, you’d teased. You stood by the little gate that lead a pathway to your front door, and that’s where he’d leant down to place his lips ever so lightly against the top of your left cheek. You smiled shyly up at him, unable to play it cool this time. 

He looked a little rosy in the face too, unsure as he smiled. “I had a lovely time tonight.” 

“Me too,” you agreed. “Can I take you out next time?” You surprised yourself by the offer, that kiss must have shot some confidence into you. 

He looked surprised too, but into it, tilting his head in curiosity as he looked down at you. “Where do you suggest?”

“My place?” Okay, so it wasn’t ‘taking him out’ but you liked the idea best. Soojung could stay over Tae’s. She owed you one. “I can cook for you,” you offered, a hand unconsciously reaching for the collar of his jacket, straightening it for him. “To you know, return the favour of you paying for dinner to say sorry for paying for my car to get fixed.” 

His hand clasped around yours, dropping it between your bodies to hold it as he chuckled. 

“This is getting a little confusing now.” He swung your hand gently and you curled your little finger around his loosely. You could get used to this physical contact. It felt ordinary, like you’d been doing it forever. “Can’t we just call it dating and have done?”

You rolled your shoulders with a sigh, sounding casual and unbothered. “I guess, if it’s easier.” 

Seokjin’s laugh got lower, his face closer. His eyes kept looking between your eyes and lips, and you realised your heart was beginning to beat slower, or was it faster? You couldn’t tell anymore, but you could hear it pounding lightly inside your ears. You were in the middle of playing the same game – eyes then lips, eyes then lips – the seconds feeling more like minutes as he leant in closer and closer, but then – 

You spotted Soojung in the window as you happened to glance behind Seokjin’s shoulder. She had now totally bypassed the voile curtain, thinking she was Miss. Inconspicuous with the lights off. The street lighting was as bright as anything though, and all you could see was her face glowing like a ghost as she ruined the moment entirely. You were not having your first kiss with Seokjin in front of her prying eyes. 

Seokjin realised your attention was elsewhere now, awkwardly pulling back to scratch his neck with his free hand. You clutched at the hand that was holding yours, not wanting him to think you’d blown him off. He didn’t say anything though, just continued your conversation with a bemused smile. “Um, so what are you going to cook?” 

“What do you like?” You asked, only half your attention on him. Maybe you could silently signal to Soojung, tell her to get the hell out of the window before Seokjin noticed. 

“I’m easy,” you heard him reply. “What’s your speciality?”

“Uh…” Think Y/N, think. Distracted you said the first thing that popped into your head, still trying to force Soojung away with just your eyeballs. “Lasagne.”

“Lasagne?” He sounded interested. 

You finally met his eyes for more than five seconds, feeling a little panicky. “Yeah, my World Famous Italian lasagne.” 

Oh no. 

Seokjin laughed, dropping your hand to cup your cheek instead. Earlier, if this had happened you would have spontaneously combusted but now you had a case of the Nosey Friend and you couldn’t concentrate to save your life. “Okay, now you’re just talking big.” 

You couldn’t help it, your eyes attempting to dart past his shoulder again. He noticed – he’d probably noticed this entire time, an eyebrow of his raising. “What is going on over my shoulder?” 

You tried to stop him, clinging to his elbow, but he turned around anyway, eyes falling on Soojung immediately. You saw her instantly panic and jump back, dropping the curtain in front of the window again.  “That’s just Soojung,” you sighed. “Ignore her, she’s an idiot.” 

Seokjin was deeply amused, laughing as he turned back to you. “So, is next Saturday okay?” You pressed. 

He grinned. “Saturday sounds perfect to me.” 

As you said your goodbyes, Seokjin turned to the window and gave a small wave, chortling to himself. You couldn’t see Soojung anymore but you just knew she was still spying. But relieved Seokjin didn’t seem fazed, you made your way inside, giving Seokjin a wave by the door as he pulled off, feeling happy, yet a little sad the night was over already. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d enjoyed yourself like that. 

It was only when you were inside did you remember what you’d just done, too preoccupied to think properly beforehand. Oh God, the lasagne. Saturday night was going to be a disaster. 

Soojung came running into the entry way, interrupting your freak out. “He saw me! He saw me!” Her voice was shrill, and you couldn’t tell if it was because she was embarrassed or excited. 

“That’s what happens when you spy, idiot,” you swiped, kicking off your heels. The instant relief brought you no comfort. “Soo, I’ve done something stupid.” You admitted. 

She instantly looked worried. “What? What have you done?”

You sighed, already feeling like a fool. “Okay so, I invited him over next weekend and said I’d cook for him.” 

“Girl is horny for that D–”

“Shut up, that’s not the problem,” you stopped her. She looked puzzled. “You were distracting me!” It was all her fault. You weren’t taking the blame. “He asked me what I was gonna cook and I told him I make a World Famous Italian lasagne!” 

Your best friend was silent for an extended second, making sense of your words before she burst out laughing. Highly dramatic, practically doubled over, splitting her sides. Even more dramatic than you for freaking out over a damn lasagne. 

“You have never made lasagne in your entire life!” She exclaimed. “What were you thinking?” 

“It was your fault!” It was also her fault you didn’t get to kiss Seokjin properly too. But you weren’t going to bring that up now, unable to bear the constant teasing that would ensue. 

“My fault?!” She laughed. You just rolled your eyes. She did not appreciate that at all. “Whatever. I can’t wait to see your “World Famous Italian lasagne.” Make sure to save me some, won’t you?”

“Right,” you huffed. “For that, I’m not telling you how the date went.” 

She soon changed her tune, needing all the details just to be able to sleep tonight… 

Written 2020 - 2021.  Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[happyandticklish]

I'm the 🙊 omfd anon and I'm down with any combo!! I LOVED the Frenchie one you just posted - he's my favorite but if you wanna mix it up since you just wrote him, that's cool too! Thank you for sharing your writing :)

🙊 -Shriek

“What’re you getting so nervous about, I haven’t even done anything.”

“You know exactly what you’re doing—no, don’t move closer!” Frenchie held his arms up defensively, scrambling back a bit on the bed—a difficult task considering how he was practically smushed against the wall already. 

Wee John sighed, sitting back as he lowered his hands once more. “Frenchie, you’re the one who asked me to do this.”

It was a valid defense, which only made it that much more annoying. Frenchie squirmed where he sat, unable to stop smiling or looking at those hands, tracking their movement at all times. “I know! But it... well.... I’m really ticklish, okay?”

John smiled in amusement, reaching out suddenly to poke him. Frenchie jerked back with a yelp, arms jerking down protectively. “Trust me, I know. You’re like, one of the most ticklish people I’ve ever met.”

It was unfair how easily he could say the word, like it was the same as couch or penguin—like it didn’t hold a world of implications.

“Exactly! It’s like I can almost feel it, and then I panic and move away and ruin everything.”

“What if you close your eyes?” John suggested helpfully. “That way you can’t freak yourself out when you see my hands.”

Frenchie was silent for a moment, before reluctantly admitting, “Yeah, I guess that could work. We could try it at least, if nothing else.”

Slowly, Frenchie shut his eyes, leaving himself quite literally in the dark as to the other’s intentions. In a way, it was both better and worse. His skin was electric with anticipation, and he shifted around on the bed, trying to distract himself from his coming fate. “Okay. Yeah. This is nice. So are you gonna stahAH! Ohmygodnohohoho!”

Frenchie crumpled back against the wall as hands latched onto his sides suddenly, squeezing and digging into him with an ease that made him feel small and vulnerable. Normally, he hated that feeling, but this was a different kind of vulnerable. It felt friendly and affectionate and like the person on the other side of those hands had his best intentions in mind. He was exposed, and instead of being preyed on, he was being protected.

Not that he could focus on that for long, or much of anything else except for how much it tickled.

He shrieked when John went for his hips, eyes flying wide open in surprise as he burst into wild laughter anew. “Ahahaha wahahait hohoholold ohOHOHOHON! Ihihihit tihihihickles, ihihi tihihickles, ohoho gohohohod!”

“Good,” John teased, pinching at the area with surprising adeptness. “I always like feedback during these moments. Helps me to know which spots to focus on.”

Weakly, Frenchie shook his head, wishing he would pay a little less attention. Wee John’s fingers seemed to almost vibrate into his skin, and the buzzy feeling spread out from his hips to the rest of him, turning his limbs into jelly. 

It had been weeks since the first time, a poke to the side turning into several and then arms getting pinned overhead as laughter rang out over the ship. Soon, it became a more regular thing. They hadn’t really talked about the specifics of it—neither of them felt the need to—but this night was different. It had been a couple of days since John had launched any kind of attack, and Frenchie had grown restless in their absence. He had realized how much he had missed whatever this new thing was until it was gone. 

It took him hours to work up the courage to ask, hours of talking himself in then back out of it as doubts hung heavy on his mind. Possibly, this wasn’t a thing, and all those instances had been pure coincidence, and John would think he was weird for asking. 

Now, giggling and shrieking under a barrage of fingers and relentless teasing, Frenchie realized he had nothing to worry about. 

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Thank you so much!! ^^ I decided to go with Frenchie again, mostly because I wanted to write something with him and Wee John because I love their friendship so much. Thanks for the ask!

[safertokiss]

Through a Different Lens

A/N: Well, well, well. Lookie what we have here. New content wowza. I’d say I’m surprised it’s been a while, but I simply am not. Luckily another fic swap has arrived to get my creative juices flowing once again. The gods have gifted me with another perfect opportunity to write sub spence because I was given @writing-in-april as my person yet again. Hooray! Anyways I hope you enjoy and thanks all you cool cats and kittens for the support (we almost to 1000 yeet skrrt). Also, it just happens to be my birthday today so as a gift to myself I thought about subby Spencer for a while.

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: SMUT and can’t forget that fluff

Word Count: 3.2k

ENJOY:)

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It all started completely by accident.

There was no possible way that she would’ve been able to predict just how much they would affect the poor kid. 

She could remember, clear as day, the first time she was forced to wear her glasses to the bureau due to her ongoing frustrations with the torture devices that were also referred to as contacts. There were only so many headaches and eye-waterings that she could take before the insecurity of wearing her frames to work shriveled below the point of caring anymore. 

But none of those previous insecurities held a flame to the amount of confusion she felt when she entered the bullpen and waltzed over to Spencer’s desk to say good morning with a shy smile adorning her face. Y/n hadn’t even been able to get a complete sentence out before the young doctor had turned to her and froze, his mouth hanging open like a fish, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, the harsh red blush she had seen before, just maybe not to this extent, engulfing his boyish features. 

Before she could even attempt to ask him what she had done to warrant such a response, he was spouting out a meager, “H-hey Y/n” whilst simultaneously scurrying off in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

Completely and utterly perplexed over what had happened, she had shrugged it off and made her way back to her desk, silently mulling over the interaction periodically throughout the rest of the day. 

It was a couple of the same type of interactions later that Y/n began to take notice of what was actually happening with the boy genius. The stiff and unnatural posture. The stuttering, granted that wasn’t something new, just much more frequent and severe. The audible heartbeat always accompanied by rosy cheeks and goosebumps. 

Spencer Reid was fucking turned on by the glasses.

And he didn’t even try to hide it. Or maybe he did and was just really, really bad at doing so.

Either way, Y/n quickly discovered just how much fun it was getting these reactions to pour out of the kid...so of course she kept wearing the glasses even after she was able to wear contacts again. He didn’t need to know that. 

It was so fucking easy too. 

She would just be sitting at her desk, occupied by some particularly troubling pages of a case file that makes her have to readjust her frames out of stress, when she’d hear a high pitched squeak across the bullpen, followed by the pattering of frantic footsteps she had familiarized herself with in former few weeks. 

While she felt some kind of guilt for putting him through this, it was nowhere near enough to overtake the genuine excitement and gratification that came with knowing she could have such an effect on the adorable doctor.

Of course she found him attractive...how could she not with his perfectly sculpted cheekbones and nerdy slicked back hair. Ultimately Y/n could understand his apparent infatuation with her wearing glasses as she had caught herself, on more than a couple occasions, openly ogling his own specs. 

Maybe they were both weirdos...the whole situation was almost as strange as the Converse kink that she secretly harbored for years. Although her intuition was quick to suggest that, just maybe, both of her unique infatuations stemmed from the same noodle-shaped source.

Perhaps her favorite reaction of his, though, came about during the little office birthday party that the entire team had thrown for him.

He looked so adorable in the gigantic birthday cake hat they had bestowed upon him, Y/n could hardly contain her giggles at the giddy smile adorning his face. She watched on in amusement as Spencer tried desperately to get the candles on his cake to extinguish, to no avail, at least until someone felt bad watching his struggles and decided to give him a hand.

“They’re trick candles Spence, they’re gonna come back on every time.”, JJ chuckled, subtly smirking at Morgan who was also enjoying Spencer’s ongoing struggles. 

A couple “happy birthdays” later and the rest of the team slowly began to disperse, leaving just Y/n and him alone in their own little space. He must’ve noticed this too because the blush that had already been present throughout the celebration beforehand seemed to deepen even further as he visibly swallowed down his nerves.

Slowly stalking towards the rouge kissed boy, she dragged a couple of her fingers across the surface of the desk, noting the way his eyes briefly flicked down to follow the movement before hesitantly returning his gaze to match her own. 

She also noted the way his knuckles were basically turning white from the amount of pressure he was using to grab the sides of the chair.

“You have a good birthday, Spence?”, Y/n drawled with a teasing smile, now standing directly before the trembling young man.

Seeming to snap out of whatever sort of trance he had been in, he hastily cleared out his throat before responding with a bit of trepidation. “Hmm...yeah-yes uh yes it was v-very good, than-thank you.”

She couldn’t even attempt to conceal the smirk that had made its way to her lips listening to the genius stutter through his words. Such a nervous, nervous boy. So adorable. So fucking hot. 

“Well that makes me happy. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself pretty boy.”, she paused her thoughts soaking in the little hitches in his breath surely from how close she was standing near him and the added nickname. Deciding to play a little bit dirty, she leaned over directly into his line of sight to reach for the cake set before him.

 “Now how about I take this away and cut it up for all of us to eat? Hmmm?”

His eyes darted immediately to the cleavage that was so graciously presented to him as she bent over to pick up the dessert, a sharp little gasp escaping his pretty, pink lips as his pupils dilated carelessly. 

Y/n inwardly smirked at his reaction and began walking towards the kitchenette, but only made it about three or four steps before being interrupted. 

“Did you know that in some instances birthday candles are safe for wax play?”, he exclaimed before seemingly realizing what had just escaped his lips, his hands flying up to cover his traitorous mouth. 

Bewildered, in the best of ways, by what had just been said, she slowly swiveled back around, facing him once again, before placing the cake on the desk beside her. 

“What was that Spencer?”, she grinned at the petrified man who hadn’t made a single noise since his unexpected declaration. The poor thing looked like a caged in animal with nowhere to escape. Perfect.

“N-nothing! I m-mean obviously it was um s-something, but j-just uh just forget what I s-said.”, he quickly explained while frantically shaking his hands as if he was hoping he could simply wipe your memory of the last minute or two away permanently.

“No, no please go on.”, she teased. “Now I’m intrigued. What did you mean by ‘in some instances’ Spence?”

She wasn’t expecting the look of confusion, however brief it was, that peeked its way through the overwhelming embarrassment that had been showcased on his face, as if he truly couldn’t fathom that someone was actually asking him to go into more detail about a topic. 

Still didn’t change the fact that he was completely mortified.

Clearing his throat, he hesitantly lifted his gaze back to Y/n’s, seemingly debating with himself over whether he could articulate the words to come out or not. 

“Um...well..usually many p-people who choose to e-engage in such act-activities will use specific types of c-candles that are uh more designed especially for pl-play.”, he paused and she drank up the way his Adam's apple bobbed along his throat. “Uh… basically depending on the t-type of candle that one u-uses, the amount of pain or um d-discomfort differs. B-birthday candles tend to b-be on the more painful side so only the couples who are in-into that kind of thing would ever really utilize t-them.”, he finished abruptly, his leg bouncing rapidly in her line of vision.

She still couldn’t really believe she had actually gotten him to say anything at all, nevermind an in depth analysis on wax play. In a weird way she was proud of him. Really proud. Sometime amidst her thoughts, she’d found herself standing directly behind his sitting figure, her hands resting on either side of him against the table, the goosebumps visible on his skin from the implications of the position they were currently in.

“That’s really intriguing Spencer. I’d love to find out someday just why it is you know so much about the subject, but I don’t want to make you go into cardiac rest anytime soon.”, she remarked, giggling at the shy smile that made its way to his mouth.

She didn’t even register reaching out to lightly touch his lips until she heard his sharp intake of breath. Until he turned his head so they were mere centimeters apart. Until she watched his puppy eyes dart between her lips and your frame covered gaze. Until the space between them seemed to be lessening with every sec-

“Hey pretty boy! Where’s my cake?”

Y/n grudgingly pulled back at the interruption, watching in amusement as Spencer’s body instinctively leaned forward as if his lips hadn’t gotten the memo and were still searching for hers. “It’s coming right up you lazy ass!” she yelled back with a grin on her face.

She looked back to the boy sitting before her and was almost mesmerized by the dazed look present on his face, the blush slowly retreating as he came back to his surroundings. She could tell there were words that he wanted to say, but they just didn’t seem to be forming fast enough to actually come out. Deciding to put their little moment on hold before he passed out, she walked back over to the neglected dessert and started heading towards the break room again.

“I’ll make sure to save you the biggest piece, Spence.”,she threw over her shoulder, chuckling at the bewildered look still that was still present on his face.

~~~

The day was a big success in her opinion. 

Spencer looked even more like a child than usual with the big shit eating grin that remained throughout the celebration and the bulky hat that he refused to take off. She could never understand how someone could have such an affinity for sugar as she watched him devour the huge slice of cake she had carved up for him.

But hours later, it was just her and Spencer left in the building. 

And she was not about to let that go to waste.

Y/n could see him from where she stood at the entrance to the kitchenette. She could see the way he slouched over his desk with his legs curled underneath him, criss cross applesauce, as he scribbled down whatever case file he was working on. She admired his determined work ethic, that’s for sure.

But now was simply not the time to work.

Spencer immediately froze as soon as her body situated itself to be leaning against his desk, painfully aware of her gaze on his tense form. 

“H-hey Y/n.”, he nervously murmured, the stutter once again making her giddy.

“Hey yourself doc. Wanna tell me why it is you’re still here working at such a late hour? Doesn’t the elusive Spencer Reid have better things to be entertaining himself with?”, she drawled, her piercing gaze making the poor kid squirm before her eyes.

“Oh um no...n-not really. I actually don’t mind working late. It’s k-kind of therapeutic in a way. But um...I’m happy t-that you’re here w-with me.”, he whispered the last part as if he was scared you wouldn’t appreciate his gratitude.

But she appreciated it more than he knew.

Noticing the little pencil holder situated amongst the file stacks on his desk, an idea popped into her mind that she just couldn’t shake, prompting her to pick it up and begin fiddling with it.

“Oh is that so pretty boy? Does my presence satisfy you?” Before he could even attempt an answer she “accidently” dropped the holder on the ground, the array of pens and pencils dispersing among the floor. “Oops my bad.”

Spencer immediately scrambled out of his seat and onto the floor to start collecting the colorful writing utensils, the perfect distraction needed for Y/n to situate herself on his desk with her legs spread open directly in front of his face. 

“D-don’t worry abou-”, his sentence cut off as he looked up and was met with the tantalizing sight of her white lace panties already damp with her excitement. She swore he could die happy with the way his eyes widened and cheeks flushed. She couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

“See something you like baby?” Unable to even form words, the young doctor slowly nodded his head, eyes still locked on the obvious wet spot between her open legs.

“C-can I..can I um…”

“Use your words baby boy. Can you what?”, she spoke clearly, grasping his chin so he’d look her in the eyes.

“C-can I taste you?” She couldn't get over the desperate way he spoke as if he’d die of thirst if he didn’t get a drink from her.

“Of course you can sweet b-” Not even letting the words leave her mouth, his hands were eagerly pulling her panties down and off her legs, his lips instantly connecting with the heated flesh at the apex of her thighs. She swore his tongue and lips were enchanted with the way he was able to effortlessly maneuver his way around, easily picking up on what she loved. 

“Oh Spencer you’re such a good boy.” she couldn’t resist  threading her fingers through his silky hair and tugging slightly, an action she assumed he enjoyed based on the muffled whine she heard from between her thighs. 

It hadn’t even been more than a few minutes before she found herself already on the verge of letting go. No guy had ever been able to make her feel this good and just electric until now. He was quickly ruining her for anyone else in the future. She did not mind in the slightest.

“Baby I really wanna feel you inside me. Is that something you want sweetheart?”

He reluctantly pulled back after a few more kitten licks to her clit, wide eyes finding hers and whimpering out a broken “yes”. More than happy with his response she gently pulled him up by his hair and started undoing his belt, his oversized pants easily falling down without the extra support. Just another thing about him that she had come to adore. She was very pleased by the obvious bulge that protruded through his baby blue checkered boxers. 

Before she pulled those down too, though, she very gently reached up and cupped his cheeks, guiding his plump lips to her own, basking in the delighted whimpers that escaped his mouth at the soft but passionate contact. She released his lips with a slight nip and proceeded with his clothing removal, coaxing him to sit down in the swirly chair he had been previously residing in, before straddling his lap. 

“You ready sweet boy?”, she asked leaning forward to kiss his rouge forehead and cheeks.

“Mhmm I’m r-ready.”

Taking that as the go ahead, she cautiously positioned herself over his throbbing erection before slowly lowering herself inch by inch until he was completely enveloped by her tight, warm walls. 

“Oh-ohh my.”, he whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being connected so intimately. Gently, she started to move a bit more, hesitantly lifting up before lowering herself back down, flush against his lap, one of her soft hands anchoring herself to his shoulder while the other caressed his flushed cheeks.

“I know baby, I know. You feel so good baby boy I don’t think I’m going to be able to last much longer.”

“M-me neither.”, he stuttered as the pace she had previously set seemed to increase in speed, the excitement and ecstasy getting to the both of them and subconsciously pushing the two of them closer to their shared release. 

The fire was quickly building within her body and she knew she was truly crumbling at the seams, but with the way his body was trembling and his dick was subtly twitching inside of her she knew he was right there too.

“It’s ok baby boy, it’s ok. Cum for me sweet boy. I want you to cum inside and fill up my pussy Spence.”, she muttered feeling the beginning of her end crash unexpectedly throughout her entire being, grasping onto the boy underneath her to tie herself to the earth. 

Overwhelmed by the utter euphoria of Y/n cumming around him, Spencer let himself get thrown off the edge, his hands tightening on her waist hard enough she was sure little bruises would form come tomorrow, not that she minded at all.

“Oh Y/n!” She watched on, obsessed with the way that his mouth fell open in a little o-shape as his eyes squeezed shut, the tell tale signs of pleasure coursing through his veins, the warm feeling that he left deep inside of her as she gently lifted herself from his shaking legs, reaching for her panties before the warmth was able to escape down her damp thighs.

Looking back at the trembling boy after cleaning herself and him up, she couldn’t help but melt at the lovesick, puppy dog eyes he was giving her, prompting her to lean forward and leave more little kisses on the top of his damp hair.

“That was incredible Spence. Really incredible. I’ve never felt anything like that before baby.”

She melted even further at the way he shyly dropped his head to somewhat hide the wide grin that had spread like wildfire across his face. There was a comfortable silence between the two of them before his head lifted with a questioning glance.

“How’d you-I mean uh how did you know that I liked you?” There was no way she could control the giggles that left her lips at his silly question.

“You weren’t exactly subtle with the whole glasses thing Spence.”

And then the only sound heard throughout the building was her full blown laughter at the mortification that speedily adorned his cherry cheeks.

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[moxfirefly]

Good afternoon, this has been in the works for a while now and I finally got around to finishing it and being pretty content of it (this is gonna go up on AO3 soon along with the others that aren’t request) but I wanted to post it here first. Enjoy!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

“Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do”

Gaming was always an escape.

From childhood to adulthood. There was some gaming equipment in your hands, controls, handhelds, keyboards and so on. There was just something calming about entering a fantasy world and immersing yourself in scenery and stories that made you stray from bad days and long nights.

For Donatello it was the same.

On one of his many supply scavenges Splinter had found a dumpster near a toy store that was going out of business. It was a memorable haul for them. What they expected to be routine things mixed with some type of groceries had turned into literal Christmas in July. Stuffed animals, board games, action figures and even a few gaming consoles with some cartridges and cd’s. Noticeably they were considered damaged or improperly manufactured, but they didn’t care and for Donnie he had spent a good week and a half fixing up the Nintendo and Play Station 2 consoles back into working conditions.

That alone had been plenty for him but nevertheless Mikey being so excited about playing wanted him to join him. They had played for hours and each disc or cartridge they tried out held a new story, a new set of controls to learn, new visuals and such. He was immediately hooked.

When he had gotten the first parts to start building a PC from scratch he knew there would be another world of possibilities for games.

Now gaming is a leisure for Donnie. Something he does for enjoyment and an escape when his projects become too much. The world of online gaming allowed him to also explore the possibilities of chatting with others though, the humans they were not allowed to see or speak to (with the exception of their Hogosha) but needless to say it wasn’t like Donnie broadcasted his identity and whereabouts. More so these people only came to game and speak game.

Donnie absolutely does detest the unnecessary sexism that gaming brings. Many a time he had read on chats or heard on his head set such derogatory comments thrown at female players. Never the one to stand such misogynistic behavior (he was raised better and had heard enough horror stories from April) he always shot that shit down quickly. Given his status as being far above his gaming peers he had developed respect and none of them ever shot back at him.

That’s how he runs into you.

On the opposing team nonetheless.

Once your female voice ran through the ears of the group he had been stuck in, the comments began to rain down. Some colorful, some lazy and some downright disgusting. Donnie had had enough and with some of his more illegal methods, had managed to push out the players in his party and send the audio recording to the email of the developers.

On exceptionally petty days he did far worse.

You had been stunned, wondering why the gang of immature boys had suddenly disappeared. Only one of them remained with the gamer tag specifying ‘Don_DuzMachines’ you couldn’t help but giggle at it.

You had asked if the sudden disappearance had been a weird glitch and if Don (as you assumed you should call him) had anything to do about it.

“Let’s just say I’ve got my ways” His soft voice rang through your headset.

“Well it’s hardly the first time I’ve had a gang of prepubescent boys tell me to suck their dicks” You started to move away in the map but stopped abruptly.

“Hey do you wanna play something else?” You asked tentatively. “Figured the least I can do is thank you” Donnie sat back pensively, well there was no harm in that now was there?

And so it started innocently.

Co-op games even the occasional match against one another. Each game you two always spoke through your headsets. Mostly banter about strategy or directions for who to do what or the occasional friendly jabs. You hadn’t revealed much that wasn’t the nickname you used as your gamer tag, and well Don had basically done the same.

That is until you decide to poke a little into his life. “You go to college?” You had asked, fingers gliding over the keyboard as you both partook in a raid. Donnie hadn’t expected such a question and he didn’t necessarily want to divulge much, he opted for a more ambiguous response. “I do my own studying, sort of like home schooling if you will?” Well he wasn’t wrong, Splinter had been both father and teacher to them, Donnie had just excelled more quickly and soon enough he was teaching his brothers on the academic side.

“You broke too, huh? Trust me it’s not worth the insane debt you’ll develop in six years that’ll take forty years to pay off” You chuckled with a hint of bitterness, Donnie couldn’t help but laugh and snort.

“That’s cute” You said sincerely. Donnie smiled, heat creeping up his neck.

How innocent things had been at the start.

For six months the two of you divulged little to no information. You never asked to video chat and Donnie never asked for your socials. It had just been a mutual agreement to keep the mystery that just wasn’t verbalized. Maybe it was for the better, because surely what had began as a gaming buddies situation had escalated to, well Donnie couldn’t really explain.

The first instance the two of you had been stuck on a map solving intricate puzzles. It was one of the more relaxed games the two of your partook in together when you didn’t want to deal with other players in a lobby.

“Dating apps are a nightmare, they’re only worth it for getting dumb funny stories” You had been playing but also checking some of the matches you’ve gotten on a site. Donnie swallowed, why did that settle so oddly in his stomach?

“Well any funny ones you’d like to share?” Don asked curiously hoping he wasn’t over stepping any boundaries. “One guy wanted me to cover my feet in marmalade, I really almost hit fuck it and did it” You couldn’t help but smile when Don choked, coughed and bursted out laughing.

“What kink is that even related to? I mean I know people enjoy feet but marmalade?” He was bewildered. “Come on Don don’t kink shame the poor guy, who are you to police his eclectic culinary desires?” Now the two of you couldn’t help but burst into another fit of laughter. Both your avatars were idle standing, the game somewhat abandoned in favor for the conversation.

“Hey I’m not kink shaming, we all have our weird kinks” Donnie smiled sitting back on his swivel chair. You clicked out of the dating site, chin resting on your hand. “Are we finally having this conversation? Cause I love this shit, it’s my bread and butter” You sat back in your gaming chair, tucking your knees.

Donnie felt so shy but the barrier of mistery the two of you had built urged him on. He was curious, like stupid curious what you looked like and while he had everything to figure out exactly where you were, it wasn’t morally correct for him. So why not just indulge in the conversation?

“Well it’s not feet, sorry to disappoint” He heard you laugh, an infectious sound he had grown to enjoy so much. “Feet are so passé anyways, what about bondage?” You spun slowly in your chair, the sounds of Don adjusting and clicking on the keyboard ringing in your ears.

“Bondage is a go, especially sensory deprivation” He was checking some documents April had forwarded to him in regards to a case they were dealing with, but he could multitask. You made an approving noise, nodding while taking a sip of your drink. “Into that D/s stuff?” You asked wanting to see what else he might like.

“Well yeah, but I do enjoy more um... Fem Dom stuff” He finished up the email he wrote out for April and hit send. “A man with taste, not something we get often” You chuckled but decided to add. “I wouldn’t mind having a guy submit to me” You bit the inside of your cheek a little shy suddenly.

Something about that statement made heat spread south for Donnie. The concept of being dominated? By a woman? He peaked a look behind him, pushing one side of his headset down to hear what his brothers might be up to but he heard only music and chatting voices.

“What’s your favorite thing?” He inquired almost too softly.

“Erotic ASMR” There was no trace of embarrassment in your voice and that somehow made Donnie hot.

“Maybe we frequent the same sites for that” Don boldly threw out. You made an approving face before sitting forward and typing on your keyboard. A beat or two later Donnie saw an email notification from you on one of his many burner emails. He opened it finding links to audios from various sites all catered to erotic audios. Donnie whistled, this was a gold mine and true to his predictions you did indeed have some of his favorite sites to peruse.

“It’s not just male audios by the way, there’s women too” You sat back once again, nervously playing with your hair. “Thanks... Well I do like hearing both” Donnie confessed, voice avoiding a stutter.

You grinned. Oh he was even more fun that you could’ve expected.

Curiously enough that had been the tamest experience into yours and Donnie’s sex talks. Because it hadn’t really stopped at that, they progressively escalated little by little. Fave kinks had turned to fave sites, fave sites had turned into fave videos. Donnie never pictured he’d share his hidden folder with a stranger no less.

You nor Donnie could really say how the two of you had ended up one late night, with yet another abandoned game, talking about weird but satisfying cyber sex experiences. Some of your stories had been on the more comical side but a few had riled Donnie up to the point that he couldn’t ignore it. There was a shift in your voice as well, an allure that enticed him.

“Can I be honest?” You licked your suddenly dry lips. Donnie tensed momentarily, not sure what to expect. “Of course, please” You squeezed your thighs together, ‘please’ shouldn’t sound so good coming out of his mouth. You trace lazy circles on your thighs, something pushed you. “I’m kinda turned on by this...by talking to you about all this stuff” Maybe this was overstepping it, surely there was nothing wrong between two adult friends discussing such matters.

There was no need to tell Don that you had yearned to put a face to the name. But his hesitance spoke of insecurities and you could understand that.

“I am too...” Donnie looked up at what he called a ceiling in his home, the darkness of the sewer system and concrete. He’d never have a chance with you, it was a deeply rooted desire for intimacy and if virtually he could obtain it then so be it.

For all your boldness you felt a wave of bashfulness hit, crashed around your self confidence. Then Donnie steps up and you feel your toes curl in excitement. “Do you want to have a better experience?” Donnie runs both hands down his face, who was he to provide better experiences, he’d never even physically had a partner. The slow sigh that escapes your throat is comforting static in his headset. “Yeah, yeah I really do actually” You feel a smile etch itself on your lips.

“You can call me Donnie” It’s the closest to his name, and truthfully he really wants to hear you say it.

“Y/N,” You say to which Donnie makes an approving noise, he finds your name to be pretty. He rolls it in his mouth, testing the syllables, he can envision moaning it, well he wants to moan it if he can be completely honest. He wants to put a face to that name but he quickly pushes the thought out. There’s a pregnant pause where neither of you engage or make the first attempt. Not wanting to let this mood flee, Donnie swallows and closes his eyes. The hum of the abandoned game grounding him.

“Say my name again” It’s not a forceful demand, all the contrary he wants to hear the pitch in your voice when you say it, he wants to picture how each tone would variate depending on what he would do or say. “Donnie...” You smile to yourself when you say it, a hint of desire nestled in it and Don notices that and wants more of it.

There’s a lengthy sigh from your behalf, hands wandering up your thighs towards your chest. “I’d like to be there right now, would like to say it against your lips” Your bold confessions makes Donnie’s pulse quicken. He runs a ghosting touch up his plastron, the vision of a delicate hand doing it. The imaginary weight of you on his lap grinding down on his hard member. Donnie grips himself through his shorts a soft groan escaping his parted lips.

“Want you to kiss me” He swallows dryly, the approving noise you make pushing him forward. “Feel your lips all over, feel your mouth around me...” He lifts his hips, hand cupping himself and the small hitch in your breath is a sound he wants permanently recorded in his brain.

“God are you big? I bet you are” You kneed your breast, thumb and forefinger pinching the sensitive nubs until they’re perked. Donnie smirks to himself, freeing his aching member and looking down at himself. Mutant genes aside he feels somewhat shamefully proud of his cock, he wonders if you would like it... deeply buried within you. “Yeah I am, I think you can take it something tells me” You catch that teasing tone and the urge to swallow him whole and make him see stars is too much.

Your hand finds its way into your underwear, the warm wetness making you moan as you tease your middle finger between the lips to find your sensitive nub there. You bite back another lengthy moan but recover enough to breathlessly say, “oh fuck, Donnie” and that very sound makes him shiver. Never did he think he’d hear something so temptingly good, said with such sincerity. God the things he would do to smell your arousal right now, to taste the wetness. “Push two fingers in slowly” Donnie almost pleas, his voice shakey, hand pumping his cock at a steady pace. You do as he wishes, your gutted moan making more precum gather at the tip of his member.

“God-shit- you sound so good, wish you were riding my big dick right now” He wants to chastise himself for saying something like that, but he can’t deny that statement shakes something in you. He can hear it, the sound of your fingers mixed with a continuously rising string of moans. “Ohmygod” Words tumble out strewn together by your pleasure. “Donnie please, please fuck me harder” That alone makes him sit up and push forwards, one hand on his desk as the other works himself up in upward twisting strokes.

Donnie can’t erase the idea of slamming into you right here on his desk, maybe bent over, maybe you’ll let him cum on your face...

He pushes the idea away, he can’t envision your face now, not right now, not when your moans have you sounding this deliciously in need. You’re plunging two fingers into your core as your free hand runs firm circles around your clit. “Christ Donnie you sound so good baby” You moan, perspiration covering your body and Donnie can only groan his approval.

There’s a few minutes where it’s just the two of you lost in your own pleasure together. The constant chants of ‘fuck’ and ‘god’ and ‘yes’ mixed between the two of you. “Say it... again” Donnie groans out, hand quickening, briefly gathering some saliva and letting it fall on his hard member for better traction. “Don-oh, Donnie cum in me!” You’re so far gone, not caring what comes out of your mouth. The wet sounds in your head set and a vibration you figured could be static mixed with his groans was all you heard.

Donnie’s hips twitch, feels that request swim inside of his brain and the image of burying himself as deeply as you could take is all he needs. Just as your moans rise in crescendo he feels the first twitch and relief of his orgasm overtake him. He’s never felt it hit him this hard it knocks the wind out of him, each rope shooting out onto his hand and floor. In his minds eye though, it’s your suffocating heat taking it, milking him until he’s a shivering mess. It plays perfectly like a movie, he swears he can even feel your lips at his neck and arms holding him tight.

Your sounds are enough to keep him stroking, the way your voice pitched up with the sound of his name entwined, forever recorded in his brain. Your entire body tensed to the point of uncomfortable but it was impossible to stop abruptly when he sounded so lost in you. Your leg shakes and stiffens and it takes every inch of control to not become liquid and slip away into comforting bliss.

Eventually the sounds of heavy breathing slowly but surely settling are the only things the two of you can hear in your ears. There’s a mess, for you and for him. The understanding of things transpired crossing each of you two’s brains. Should you speak first? Should he?

“Um, you with me?” You settle, skin sweaty and mouth dry. There’s movement on the other line, a quiet cuss here and there and you smile. “Yeah, sorry just... made a mess” His voice has that sheepish tone and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Great thing about being a girl, we can conceal the evidence better” You stretch your aching legs enjoying each joint pop. “The female anatomy never seizes to amaze me, trust me” Donnie leans back in his chair, napkin cleaning any other soiled spot.

The silence was somewhat comfortable, the buzzing of good chemicals slowly settling.

“Was this okay?” He asked, hesitant tone in your ears.

“More than okay if you ask me” You kept it light not wanting him to feel odd or even ashamed.

You ventured on slowly, forming the question in your brain and bouncing it back and forward with a swallow. “If, and I mean if you want to, we can maybe do this from time to time” You worried a thumbnail between your teeth. Donnie’s gaze watching the idle screen of the abandoned game, he thought hard but briefly.

“I... yeah I would” He smiles to himself, even if the nagging thought that this might not last clutches the back of his mind. Why ruin a good thing? This was good more than good and you suggested to continue.

He doesn’t want to preoccupy his brain with scenarios, or if that dreaded ‘let’s meet’ sentence decides to cross your lips. If this is the inch of intimacy he gets to have and it’s with you, who he has grown so fond of, then he’s selfishly taking that inch and guarding it with his life.

Mutely you both remain on the line, no words spoken from the agreement, just simply enjoying that the two of you were present.

Even if not physically.

[bugsyfics]

The Flower Who Bloomed (Part 2)

Undertaker x Reader

Fandom: BB

Summary: Undertaker requests for another visit with Y/N despite the conflict he is causing. Like Undertaker said, “once a lie is unraveled, the truth comes tumbling forth” —and so it does.

Warnings: Smut/notsfw, some serious teasing

Word Count: 1.8k

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After you leave Undertaker’s shop, dress slightly disheveled and hair every which way, there’s no doubt that you have been absolutely ravished. With one good stare it is obvious what activities you were previously involved in. But even as you walk aimlessly around town to find a carriage in the brisk fall air, Undertaker’s words still play in your head.

•••

“Do not tell anyone about our little encounter, dear. He wouldn’t —they wouldn’t be very happy,” Undertaker spoke low, biting his tongue.

Undertaker phoned the earl, informing him he had seen you trip on the sidewalk, and tended to your twisted ankle. While that was a great excuse, nothing could get past Sebastian and you knew he would try to put the pieces together.

“Come here before you leave, my little flower,” Undertaker motioned to you, “I want to see you again soon. How does next week sound?”

You were unsure after the mess you got yourself into, but you just couldn’t say no to him.

•••

Fortunately when you arrive, no one is at the entryway to greet you, so you quickly walk to your bedroom. As you hum to yourself, changing into your nightgown, a knock at the door startles you. You slowly open the door to the hallway.

“Let me see your ankle, Y/N,” Sebastian says plainly. “It won’t take long. I need to check if it’s sprained.”

You smile wearily and sit on your bed holding out your leg. Sebastian grabs your ankle gingerly and observes it for much longer than you would like. After wrapping it with gauze, he looks beside himself, eyeing a pile of your clothes. “I can take those down to the laundry for you.”

“N-no! U-um I mean… it’s my job anyway,” you stammer and smile at him awkwardly.

“I insist, Y/N. You shouldn’t be walking at least for a couple days.”

Sebastian goes to pick up your clothing and you sweat nervously, aware that your soiled undergarments are stashed between your dress. Of course he wouldn’t say anything because it would be ungentleman-like, but the idea of him finding your ruined panties swallows you whole.

•••

Some days pass and surprisingly no one brings up the glaring flaws in your excuse. Though Sebastian has been observing you more often and it’s clear he’s on to you.

Instead of letting your curiosity eat away at you, you decide to ask Sebastian a question only he can answer. You stand in the doorway of the kitchen as he prepares dinner and clear your throat. “Good afternoon! I have a quick question about something that crossed my mind recently. It may sound a bit strange.”

Sebastian looks up at you and wipes his hands on the towel laid across his shoulder. You notice the slightest smirk cross his lips as he nods for you to continue. “Is it possible that the Percy twins were killed by something inhuman?” You watch as he raises his eyebrows in amusement. “For instance, like in the tales where a supernatural being eats innocent children.”

“Where did this come from all of a sudden? I thought you didn’t believe in those silly tales,” Sebastian prys.

“W-well I don’t… There’s just no other way to explain it. There aren’t any witnesses and the way they were so brutally killed…” you falter from your rambling.

“Did you need evidence to believe in the Church, or was it just second nature for you?”

“I guess it was second nature.”

“Exactly, Y/N. So why question yourself, if what you believe is the only plausible explanation?”

You never thought about it that way. Undertaker wasn’t wrong when he said Sebastian knew all about the supernatural. Though at first glance you wouldn’t think this butler in black would be knowledgeable of such topics. You thank him and turn to leave, but notice a glow cross his orbs and you do a double take, unsure if what you saw was only your imagination.

•••

Here you are back in town the next afternoon to run some errands. Young Master warned you to be more careful and to pay attention to the time so you didn’t have another mishap. You expected his tone to be much harsher, though he is more mindful of what he says to you, since you are his youngest servant.

You cross off the last reminder on your list, smiling to yourself. The timepiece reads a quarter to one and you’re expected to arrive back at 3, giving you a little over two hours to spare. A jittery feeling starts in your belly when you hear the bell chime as you enter. Yet again, Undertaker is nowhere to be seen, so you call out to him.

“Hello? Sir, it’s Y/N.”

It’s eerily silent as you walk further in. You sit your bags down on his desk carefully and decide to call him once more. “Hel—” you gasp, feeling icy hands cover your eyes.

“It’s me, dearie,” Undertaker whispers in your ear, causing goosebumps to raise over your body. You eventually relax into him and pull his hands from your face.

“You scared me,” you giggle and turn towards him.

Undertaker’s hat is gone and his hair is pinned back as he stands simply wearing both a black long sleeved shirt and pants. His bangs still fall into his eyes, and you can’t help but feel bubbly. He grins at you, rubbing your arm lightly. “It’s only been a week and I’m craving you, my little flower.”

He rubs circles on your hip and leans down to kiss you, but pauses above your lips. “Oh how I crave you... but you told our little secret, didn’t you?”

“No. I promise I kept my word, sir,” you shake your head.

He presses you onto his desk and runs his fingers up your spine, until he reaches the back of your neck, gripping it firmly. “That is what you say, but how can I be so sure, poppet? I had an unlikely visitor last night, you see. Hehe, I didn’t think you would turn around and disobey me like this.”

“I swear, I can prove it to you!”

It never crossed your mind that perhaps this visitor was Sebastian. You were too worked up to even notice that minor detail.

“Well, show me you’re innocent, love. Then I’ll believe you,” Undertaker orders curtly and pulls away.

You unfold your arms and reach behind yourself undoing your gown, letting it fall freely and the cool air causes your exposed nipples to harden. Undertaker reaches up to caress one of your breasts fondly, toying at your small bud. “How exactly does this prove anything, love?”

The truth was, you were innocent, but your mistake was letting Sebastian take your clothes. He never once impeded on your privacy nor searched through your garments. To him your arousal was just strong enough to detect and he didn’t condone a Phantomhive maid being intimate with a close ally of the Young Master. Sebastian was aware that Undertaker often revealed much more than he should and your little involvement threatened the trust he had with the earl.

Naive as you were, you knew that giving yourself up to Undertaker once more would not only distract him from finger pointing, but also allow you to feel his hands touching your body again.

You shrug at Undertaker, biting back a moan as continues his assault on your swollen peaks. He stops to wrap his arms around you, rutting his clothed hard on against your bare pussy. One of his hands travels down your back while the other rakes through his light bangs hastily. You watch him with wide eyes as he reveals a hard stare and you gulp, wondering what his next move will be. “Do you remember what I taught you last week? Something that I said before ravishing you.”

You shake your head. There was certainly more than just one thing that you considered to be a lesson.

He laughs in a shallow manner and wags a finger at you, “Once a lie is unraveled… the truth comes tumbling forth, my little flower.” He pauses for a moment to pinch your nipples, causing you to whimper. “Sebastian knows.”

Your mouth falls open, but for two reasons: you can’t believe that Sebastian would go to such lengths to find you out and also at that very moment Undertaker brushes across your clit, spreading your slick with his fingers. He eagerly teases you in every way possible, practically making you drip onto the floor.

“W-wait! H-how would he—”

Undertaker grunts, putting his fingers to his lips to taste you. He takes his time sucking each finger as if he devoured an entire meal, savoring your sweetness.

“He could sense it —your arousal— after you returned.”

“Sense it how? He must have snooped through my clothes,” you scoff.

Undertaker shakes his head, rolling his eyes at you, “Have you not gotten it, love? The butler is a demon.”

He places his hands beside you, leaning onto your much smaller frame. His nose ghosts over your ear as he speaks, “He popped by last night, apparently not very happy about us having it away. Hehe, I guess your arousal exposed us, dearie. Right now I shouldn’t be here touching you the way I am —I was warned. But you make me drool with anticipation for your delicate flower.”

Undertaker grins, his face visibly brightens. His hands grab on your hips, even after revealing this shocking information. His grip is possessive, trapping you against himself as he hums into your neck. You love every bit of how he is holding you and you want this feeling to last, but how could Undertaker remain so unbothered?

He whispers, telling you he is ready to take you once again. Though when he pulls away and his face comes into view, your heart starts to race, heavily unsettled. You notice the same glow in his eyes as Sebastian’s, but there is a different gleam lying behind them. You knew at that moment why Undertaker was so infactuated with telling you about other beings, and specifically Sebastian. He certainly isn’t human either.

Undertaker is utterly amused as he watches your eyes widen just as his cock slips deep inside you. He sees that you connected the dots to his secret and he chuckles. “What is wrong my little flower? Have you figured out my age yet? Or is it too many centuries to count on your fingers?” He grabs your hand and places a kiss along your knuckles with a sly grin.

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